Date: Wed, 02 Jan 2002 15:49:08 -0500
From: laura adams <laurabi19@hotmail.com>
Subject: It Started So Innocently

For those who read my work...I know I haven't finished Train Ride Home yet,
I'm struggling with which direction to take the story, if anywhere at all.

Stacey and her daughter were anxiously awaiting the arrival of Anna, their
14-year-old foreign exchange student.  She'd be spending the school year
with the Craig's.  Stacey had to pull some strings with her friend on the
local school board to get to host a student Stacey had lost her husband in a
traffic accident last year.  Normally, single parent families were not
allowed to host foreign exchange students.

Stacey Craig was a tall, 35 year old woman, who had no monetary worries.
The insurance settlement provided her a comfortable living for years to
come.  She'd taken up photography and had setup a studio in their home so
she could be home for Kelly.  Stacey was an attractive woman; she could
model if she chose too.  Her long legs and tall frame, topped off with a 36C
bust line, could turn many a head when she passed by.  Stacey's long,
curly-streaked blonde hair framed her button nose, green-eyed face.

Stacey's daughter, Kelly, didn't look a bit like her Mom; she favored her
Father's side of the family.  Kelly was only 5 foot tall, her slim build and
long flowing brown hair helped distinguish her from her Mom.  Her big, blue
eyes and full lips topped off an already stunning face.  At 14, Kelly had
started to blossom into womanhood.  Her hips were beginning to flare, and
her breasts were already a 32C.  On her little frame, her breasts looked
much larger and drew stares from men in the airport.

Both were excited about their new family addition.  They'd seen pictures of
Anna, but they were a couple of years old and weren't sure they'd be able to
recognize her when she passed by.  Anna was part of a new exchange program
from the newly Democratized eastern bloc countries.  Anna was from Romania
and she was very poor.  Stacey had financed her flight in hopes of giving
her a chance to experience America and live with an American family.

Kelly immediately recognized Anna as she processed through Customs.  She
looked just like her photo, even though she was a couple of years older now;
the ripe age of 15.
Anna was so nervous, her first time in America and meeting her new family.
Kelly ran up to Anna and through her arms around the taller teenager.
Hugging her tightly, Kelly welcomed her to America.  Stacy, waiting her
turn, studied their new guest.  Anna had really grown up from the pictures
they'd seen of her.  Her girlish figure had given way to a more voluptuous,
womanly one.  She stood about 5 foot 6 inches and couldn't weigh more than
115 pounds.  If she had any fat on her, it was all in the right places, her
bottom and breasts were stunning.

Kelly stepped back and allowed her Mom to greet their guest.  She was really
pretty, thought Kelly, but looked much older than 15.  She'd heard European
woman developed earlier than American girls; Anna was sure proof of that.

Anna almost didn't get to come They wanted to get her away from this woman
so they signed her up for the exchange to America.  She'd been discovered
having an affair with one of her teachers by her parents.  program.  Anna
discovered she enjoyed the company of another woman, especially an older
woman.  If she couldn't have her teacher, she'd look to replace her with
someone from America.

Stacey embraced Anna and welcomed her to America.  She immediately felt the
firm breasts of Anna's press into hers.  She felt self-conscious and pulled
away, breaking the contact with Anna's chest.  She didn't understand her
discomfort, but dismissed it and asked Anna about her flight.  The first
time they heard her speak, both Kelly and Stacey liked what they heard.  She
had the sweetest accent, her voice deep, had a soothing effect on both of
them.  She spoke English quite well and would fit in easily in America.

"Anna, let's get your bags and we'll get going," said Stacey.  Anna,
embarrassed from the question, said, "Ma'am, this is everything I've got."
Stacey apologized and took her only bag and off they went.  They'd have to
take Anna shopping; this bag surely couldn't hold enough clothes for the
entire year of her stay,
thought Stacey.  Off they went.

As the three of them walked and chatted, Anna had taken Stacey's hand in
hers as they walked.  She remembered that in Europe, girls often held each
other's hands in public.  She'd thought it was their custom.  Stacey,
however, felt a little funny.

All of the students received a briefing on American customs prior to
departure.  They explained that holding hands between members of the same
sex was not accepted in America.  Anna however, chose to test this custom
once she spotted Stacey.  Anna's eye's beamed with joy, or was it lust, when
she saw Stacey standing there.  She was the most beautiful woman she'd ever
seen.

Anna's hand felt warm as Stacey listened to her soft, deep voice.   The
feelings she was beginning to experience made her question her own emotions.
  Anna's hands were gently squeezing hers as she talked excitedly about her
flight and being in America.  Stacey, however, only focused on the feelings
that she was experiencing from this physical contact.  She didn't understand
her feelings.  Holding hands with another female was foreign to Stacey,
especially with Anna; still present on her mind was the contact with Anna's
large breasts.  Stacey was struggling with her emotions, she'd never
considered another woman's touch unsettling, but Anna's sure was having this
effect upon her.

Arriving at the car, Anna released her hand and they got in.  "You can sit
in front," said Kelly.  Anna slid into the front seat, her skirt riding up
high on her thighs.  Stacey looked over and noticed how far her skirt had
ridden up.  Why was she acting like this; every look, sound, and touch from
this young girl was received by her mind and body as a sexual expression
rather than just a young girl excited about being in America.  Stacey knew
it was all her problem.  Why she suddenly began experiencing feelings such
as these was something she was going to have to think about...and soon.

Anna was pleased with the responses she was receiving from Mrs. C.  She'd
felt her pull back when their breasts touched during the hug; her hand
perspire as she held it, and now, her eyes roving over her legs.  Yes, she
was pleased with Mrs. C's reactions so far.

As she drove, her eyes kept returning to Anna's legs, the skirt high enough
now that it displayed what looked to be a garter belt snap.  Did Anna have a
garter belt on?  Maybe that's what she wore at home to hold her stockings
up?  Anna and Kelly were chatting constantly between the front and back
seat.  Anna turned to look at Kelly in the back seat as they continued their
conversation.  Her skirt now bunched up to her hips, her garter belt clearly
visible to Stacey's eyes.  Stacey forced herself turn her attention back to
the road.  Why was Anna having this effect upon her?

Arriving at home, Kelly took Anna up to her room and helped her unpack.
Kelly came back down in an hour and told her Mom that Anna was going to take
a nap. She also said she was surprised by how few clothes Anna had brought
with her.  She asked why she didn't bring more.  Stacey explained that Anna
probably didn't have any more clothes.  She was probably very poor and
they'd take Anna shopping and buy her some new clothes this week.  Kelly
felt sad for her, but looked forward to showing her America and taking her
school after the summer break was over.

The first few days at home were relaxing for Anna.  She needed time to
adjust to the new time zones.  Each morning, Anna would come down for
breakfast in a nightshirt that barely covered her bottom.  Stacey could tell
she never wore a bra, her nipples clearly visible beneath the shirt.  Stacey
was amazed at home firm her breasts were, not the slightest bit of sag; they
stood out firmly against the nightshirt.

Each morning she would come down and walk over to wherever Stacey was and
give her a warm, full body hug; always kissing her warmly on the cheek.
Stacey stiffened at the initial contact, but soon became accustomed to the
embrace each morning. Anna had intentionally sought to establish a routine
with Mrs. C, one that would allow her to physically touch her everyday.  She
wanted to train her to her touch, and come to expect it each day.

One morning, Stacey came down in only her nightgown, she was naked beneath
it.  She'd not expected Anna to be up this early, but to her surprise and
somewhat embarrassment, Anna came into the room and walk directly over to
her.  Reaching her arms around Stacey's body, Anna drew her into the same,
friendly warm embrace, only this time; Stacey felt Anna's hard nipples press
firmly into her breasts.  Stacey could feel Anna's body against hers as if
neither had any clothes on.

She immediately tried to pull back, noticing her nipples responding to the
contact, but Anna felt in a warm loving mood this morning and held the
embrace longer than the last couple of mornings.  Looking up, she said,
"Mrs. Craig, I'm sooo happy in your home."  Looking into Stacey's eyes,
Anna's face closed the short distance between the two.  For a moment, Stacey
was afraid Anna was actually going to kiss her, on the lips, but she turned
her mouth at the last moment and kissed her on the cheek.  Feeling Anna hold
the kiss longer this morning, Stacey thought she felt Anna rub her hard
breast into hers; her hard nipples dragging provocatively across her now
hard nipples.

What was going on, thought Stacey.  Why was she experiencing these feelings?
Why was her body responding to Anna's touch in a sexual way?  Breaking their
embrace, Anna went about preparing her bowl of cereal, leaving Stacey
standing there, frozen to that spot on the floor, her cheeks flushed with
excitement, her nipples hard as rocks pressing against her nightgown.
Remembering Anna had said something, she looked at her only to find her
staring at back with those big brown eyes.  "Uh, I'm sorry Anna, what did
you say?"  Anna repeated her statement, giving Stacey time to recover.
"Well, thank you Anna, Kelly and I really enjoy having you here," said
Stacey.  Feeling somewhat better, Stacey and Anna chatted until Kelly came
down.  They'd go shopping today.

As they arrived at the mall, Kelly asked Anna where she'd like to go?  Anna
didn't know, but had heard about Victoria Secrets and she did need some
under garments.  Kelly and Stacey said sure and off they went.  Victoria
Secrets was Stacey's secret fantasy store.  She'd never indulged and treated
herself to any of their products, always admiring them from afar.  Kelly
went with Anna, Stacey looking around on her own.  Anna came back to Stacey
with a few items, a lacy bra, some thong panties, and a couple of garter
belts.  Stacey looked at the items and thought they were awful sexy for a
young girl, but she didn't want to embarrass Anna again and tell her so.  "I
don't understand the sizes Mrs. C, what size do you think I wear?" asked
Anna.  Stacey told her she guessed she was about a 36 B or C.  "Can I try
these on?" asked Anna.  Normally, you wouldn't be allowed to try the
underwear on, but Stacey told the clerk she'd buy them, because if they
didn't fit Anna, she'd keep them for herself.

Anna took her hand and pulled her into the dressing area.  Anna wanted Mrs.
C to join her in the dressing room.  What better excuse could she use to
take her clothes off with Mrs. C in the same room?  Kelly looked at them and
told her Mom she'd look around while they went to the dressing room.

Stacey's hand started to perspire at the thought of being in the same
dressing room as Anna when she tried on the items.  "Come on Mrs. C, tell me
if what you think," said Anna as she pulled a reluctant Stacey into the
room.  Stacey, not knowing what to say or how to react, just stood there
watching Anna begin to unbutton her blouse.  Anna had turned her back to
Mrs. C, but the mirror on the wall in front of her provided a view for Mrs.
C.  Anna wondered if she'd look.

She made sure if Stacey wanted to look, nothing would block her view.  As
the last button was opened, Anna pulled the blouse off of her shoulders,
exposing a worn out, much too small bra.  Her firm breasts spilled over the
small cups.  Stacey looked at the young girl's body in the mirror.  As Anna
reached around to the clasps on her bra, Stacey diverted her eyes to the
floor, uncomfortable with what she should do; uncomfortable with those
feelings she was again experiencing.

Anna, noticing Mrs. C looking down at the floor, spoke, "Mrs. C, am I
embarrassing you?"  She knew she was, but wanted to hear Mrs. C say it
herself.  Stacey didn't know what to say.  She wasn't good at thinking on
her feet. Feeling a need to respond to Anna's question, she said, "Anna, I
don't know you that well to see you without your clothes on.  I haven't seen
my daughter naked since she started to blossom into a young woman."

Anna, not wanting to let the moment escape, said, "Mrs. C, don't be shy.  In
Europe we don't mind showing off our bodies; we're proud of them.  I could
use your help Mrs. C with this old bra clasp, it always sticks."  Now she
was in a fix.  Anna needed her help unsnapping her bra.  "Come on Mrs. C,
unsnap my bra for me," pleaded Anna.

Stacey, not knowing what else to do, stepped forward to help the young girl.
  Placing her unsteady fingers beneath the clasp, Stacey unsnapped it.  She
found it to be quite easy.  The clasp was barely hooked.  Looking over Anna
shoulder, she saw Anna pull the cups free from her young breasts. Mrs. C saw
her reflection in the mirror.  Her breasts were stunning!  Anna smiled as
she saw Mrs. C examining her breasts in the mirror.  "Mrs. C, please hand me
the white bra please," asked Anna, turning to face her.  Stacey tried not to
stare at Anna's breasts, but it was impossible not too.  Her breasts covered
the entire expanse of her chest, even protruding out past her armpits.  The
globes were topped with the tiniest pair of cherry red nipples Stacey had
ever seen.  "Mrs. C, the bra," asked Anna again, this time smiling as she
noticed where her eyes were directed.  Anna was proud of her body and didn't
mind the admiring gaze of her exchange parent.

"I'm sorry Anna, what did you say?" asked Stacey.  "The bra Mrs. C, will you
hand it to me?" asked Anna again.  "Sure, I'm sorry," said Stacey as she
handed it to Anna.  Turning her back to Mrs. C, Anna slipped the bra over
her globes, immediately feeling the soft lacy material caress her breasts,
"Oh, this bra feels so soft," sighed Anna as she adjusted the cups.  Turning
she posed proudly for Mrs. C, "What do you think Mrs. C, do you like it?"
asked Anna.  Stacey looked at Anna, the bra looked fantastic on her.  Her
breast could be seen through the almost transparent material.  Her nipples
clearly visible as well.  "Uh, you look stunning," said a surprised Stacey.
Anna smiled and said, "Thank you Mrs. C, now let's see if the panties fit?"
Anna turned again and unzipped her jeans, slipping the material down her
long legs, her bottom now sticking out and almost touching Stacey.  The
deep, dark crack of her bottom showing through the worn out panties.
Slipping her feet through the legs, Anna slipped her fingers into the
waistband of her panties and slid them slowly down and over her hips, her
bottom now fully exposed to Stacey's staring eyes.  Her butt cheeks were
smooth and so soft looking, thought Stacey.  As she bent forward, Stacey
almost gasped as she saw her vulva between her legs.  Not a hair adorned her
smooth, full set of feminine lips now smiling at her.

Anna looked at herself in the mirror, then back over her shoulder at Mrs. C.
  She smiled, catching Mrs. C's eyes drinking in her beauty.  Stacey
blushed; Anna had caught her starring again.  Mrs. C had been staring at her
naked bottom.  She felt a twinge of excitement knowing that it was her body
that was holding Mrs. C's attention.  Holding this position, she decided to
wait and see just how long Mrs. C would continue to stare at her sex.
Holding this pose for a period much longer than required, Anna finally saw
Mrs. C's eyes divert away from her sex.  Turning to face Mrs. C, Anna
watched her again, wanting to see if she would look at her sex, even if she
knew she was watching her.

Stacey's eyes fought hard not to look at the young's girl's sex, but no
matter how hard she tried, she couldn't fight back the urge to look.  As
Anna stood before her, studying Mrs. C's face, Stacey's eyes glanced between
Anna's, legs, then away.  Anna smiled at the brief glimpse.  Taking the
thong and slipping it over her feet, Anna fitted the thin piece of material
between the cheeks of her ass and fitted the triangle of material snuggling
over her mound.  Now covered, she again asked, "Mrs. C, what do you think?"
Pirouetting, Anna felt in control.  Stacey thought she looked beautiful,
Anna's firm bottom didn't even jiggle as she spun around.  The thong looked
perfect on her.

"You look just fine," that's all Stacey could think to say.  "I'll think
I'll see if Kelly is okay."  Opening the door, Stacey bolted through it.
The room felt like it was closing in on her.  She was having trouble
breathing in there.  Could she trust herself with Anna?  Anna seemed to be
taunting her with her beauty.  Why?  Was it intentional, or was she just
imagining it, because she was the one who was staring/ogling at the girl.
Anna was simply trying on her bra and panties.  Stacey was making more of
the situation than necessary.  She caught her breath, and went to find
Kelly.

At home that evening, all seemed normal and everyone was having fun as they
ate dinner.  At bedtime, Stacey lay in bed and thought about the day's
events, especially what had happened in Victoria Stations.  Anna's image was
burned in her mind.  Stacey thought she was so pretty and this was the hard
part, she thought Anna was sexy.  She finally admitted it.  Anna turned her
on.

In the morning, Stacey started to get dressed and go fix breakfast for the
girls.  Instead of the usual robe covering her nightgown, Stacey decided
she'd wear something for Anna.  Rummaging through her dresser, she found a
nighty she'd bought to wear for her husband.  It was a black, silk teddy
with matching thong panties.  Looking into the mirror, Stacey got cold feet
and put a robe over her outfit.

As she began to make coffee, she heard someone coming down the stairs.
Again, Anna was early.  "Good morning Mrs. C.," beamed Anna.  Turning her
head, Mrs. C started to greet her visitor, only to find her standing in the
doorway, wearing the lace bra and thong she'd just bought yesterday.  The
only difference was Anna had on a pair of her high heels.  She looked just
like a Victoria Secret model modeling her lingerie.  She looked exquisite.
"Good morning Anna, I see your wearing your new clothes, I mean underwear,"
said Stacey.  Anna, as part of her usual routine, sauntered over to where
Stacey was standing at the counter.  Instead of turning to greet her, Stacey
thought she'd get away with a simple hello, instead Anna came up behind her
and slipped her arms around Mrs. C body, pulling her tightly against hers.
Stacey felt her warm nipples, even through her robe, as they caressed her
back.  "Mrs. C, this robe feels scratchy, do you mind if we just slip it off
and so I can give you our usual hug?" asked Anna.

What was Stacey going to do now?  She'd come to expect the hug and kiss each
morning, but now Anna was adding something new.  "Mrs. C, yesterday's hug
felt so good when you didn't have that old itchy robe on, do you mind?" Anna
persisted.  Feeling Anna's hands beginning to untie the sash of robe, Stacey
felt her heart begin to beat harder.  As the sash fell to her sides, Anna
parted her robe from behind, pulling it off Stacey's shoulders, slowly
letting it slide down and off her arms.  When Anna noticed Stacey's outfit,
she smiled and said, "Mrs. C., I love your outfit.  You look so good in it.
I'd like for you to wear something like every morning.  It would make me
very happy Mrs. C."  As Anna spoke, Stacey felt her arms slip around her
waist, pulling her up against her warm body.  Stacey tensed, as the contact
was electric.  Anna said, "Mrs. C, turnaround so I can give you a hug,"
asked Anna.  Stacey didn't want to turn around; Anna would see her state of
arousal if she did.

Stacey felt Anna turning her until she faced her, her bottom pressed against
the counter.  Anna looked her up and down, slowly, not the least bit shy
about what she was doing.  Stacey's breasts were quite visible through the
teddy.  Anna continued her stare, holding her at arms length as she
continued surveying her body without the least bit of shame.  Stacey, on the
other hand, couldn't stop blushing or squirming under the gaze of the
teenager.  "Mrs. C., I'm ready now for my hug and good morning kiss,"
taunted Anna.  Stacey wanted this moment to end quickly.  Stepping forward,
she lightly hugged Anna, kissed her on the cheek, and went to pull away and
go about her business.

Anna wasn't having any of this.  As Stacey went to pull away, Anna said,
"Mrs. C., what kind of good morning hug was that?"  Pulling Stacey back into
her, Anna fitted her body tightly against hers.  Their nipples kissing as
Anna brought her face closer to Stacey's.

The feeling of Anna's breasts caressing hers was beginning to melt down
Stacey's resistance.  Expecting the usual morning kiss on the cheek, Stacey
waited till it was over, and then she'd go to her room and take a cold
shower.  Instead of the kiss on the cheek, Anna surprised her by kissing her
on the mouth.  The kiss was just a fleeting type of kiss, barely touching
her lips with hers.  Anna, not saying a word, backed away and began to make
her breakfast as if nothing unusual had happened.

Stacey, still stunned by the kiss, just stood there.  Stacey was
dumbfounded.  She looked at the teenager and without saying a word, left the
room and went upstairs.  Closing the door, Stacey looked at herself in the
dresser mirror.  Touching her lips with her fingers, she looked into the
face of a woman who had just been kissed on the lips by another woman, well
teenager.  Closing her eyes, she relived the kiss, feeling the warm, full
lips of Anna's on hers.  Stacey's hand slipped into her thong, her fingers
slipping between her swollen vulva.  She was WET!  Pulling her fingers
quickly out of her panties, she turned and headed for the shower.  Stacey
was in need of a very cold shower.

The day went by without a word of what happened in the kitchen.  When it
came time for bed, Stacey took another shower and slipped into bed.
Stacey's bed sheets were silk.  She loved to feel the silk against her naked
form.  This was one of her "personal" pleasures she treated herself to each
night after a long day.  As she snuggled into her bed, there was a knock at
the door.  Thinking it was Kelly wanting to say goodnight, Stacey said to
come on in.  Instead, Anna came into the room, dressed in her nightshirt.
"Mrs. C., I just wanted to say goodnight and make sure nothing was wrong.
You didn't say too much today.  Did I make you mad?" asked Anna.

Stacey wanted to scold her for kissing her this morning, but just didn't
have the nerve. If she was to be perfectly honest, she wasn't sure she
really wanted too.  "Anna, I was just a little uncomfortable when you kissed
me on the lips this morning," said Stacey.  Anna sat on the side of the bed,
right beside Mrs. C.  "Mrs. C., I'm sorry if the kiss made you so
uncomfortable.  In my home, a kiss between women is perfectly normal (Anna
was lying).  It's my way of showing you how grateful I am for all you and
Kelly have done for me, bringing me over to America" said Anna.

Now Stacey felt really stupid and petty for bringing it up.  "Anna, I'm
sorry for even mentioning it," said Stacey.  Anna quickly jumped in.  "Mrs.
C., there's no need to apologize.  I'm glad you're not mad at me.  Don't let
it bother you when I kiss; I'm just showing you my appreciation for being so
nice to me.  Thanks Mrs. C. for being so understanding," said a jubilant
Anna.  Leaning over Mrs. C., Anna planted another kiss on her lips, only
this time, she held it just a second longer, feeling the fullness of Mrs.
C's lips under hers.  Rising off the bed, Anna said goodnight.

Stacey's lips were still tingling as she watched Anna leave the room.
Looking down at her chest, her nipples looked like stalks sticking out from
under the sheet.  Her second kiss from Anna in one day and its effect was
more electric than before.  Her fingers tonight brought her off in just a
couple of minutes; all the time thinking about Anna, her body, and the kiss
she still tasted on her lips.  After she calmed down, guilt immediately set
in.  She'd gotten excited over an innocent kiss from her guest.  What had
gotten into her? Stacey thought hard and could only find one excuse too
support her behavior; she hadn't had a man in her life for over a year.

As morning came, Stacey didn't know what too expect anymore from Anna.  She
was becoming afraid to leave her room.  As she laid, she didn't know whether
it was Anna she feared or her own feelings which Anna seemed to bring to the
surface and control once uncovered.  One thing she did know for sure, her
body seemed to love the attention it received from Anna.

Knowing she couldn't stay in her room forever, Stacey proceeded to the
kitchen.  Dressed in her usual robe and nightdress, Stacey was glad to see
the kitchen empty.  As she began to clean up, she didn't hear Anna come into
the room until her hands slipped around her waist and settled right in the
middle of her tummy.  "Oh, you scared me Anna," said Stacey as she felt the
young girl's body meld into hers.  Immediately her body began to respond.
Her nipples and pussy both became aroused.  This playful contact from Anna
each morning was having a stronger effect on each day; her body sure loved
the attention.

"I'm sorry Mrs. C., I thought you'd be getting used to having my arms around
you each day," whispered Anna into Stacey's ear.  Her fingers continued
caressing Stacey's stomach through her robe.  "I thought we agreed yesterday
that you'd start wearing similar outfits like yesterday each morning?" asked
Anna.  Stacey didn't answer.  "Now Mrs. C., I want you to go back to your
room and put on the appropriate "morning greeting" garments like we agreed
too," said a more demanding Anna.  Stacey still didn't say anything; she
didn't know what to say.  She didn't want to tell Anna the way she made her
feel; how uncomfortable she was wearing revealing garments in front of her;
how she made her body respond to her caresses.  Looking straight ahead,
Stacey just stood there, not saying a word.  "Go on...hurry up and change.
I'll be waiting anxiously here," said Anna.

Stacey turned and left the room, not saying a word, not making eye contact
with the young girl.  She seemed powerless to confront the girl, powerless
to tell her she didn't want to change, powerless to tell her that she wanted
to stop the morning greetings, but she just kept quiet and went to her room.
  Would she do what Anna had told her to do?

Anna watched Stacey leave the kitchen.  She was surprised not a word came
from Mrs. C.'s mouth.  She'd at least thought she'd want to discuss her
request.  Anna wondered if Mrs. C. would do as she told her.  Anna took a
seat and waited.

In the meantime, Kelly came down and said good morning.  Anna looked at her
and smiled, her mind still thinking about how Mrs. C.'s body felt as she
held her tightly just a second ago.  Kelly made a bowl of cereal and sat
next to Anna at the table.  She thought how wonderful Anna smelled and
looked.  She'd become accustomed to Anna revealing dress each morning, today
was no different as Anna's attire consisted of only a Teddy, no bra and a
thong.  Kelly glanced over and studied Anna's body.  She looked so sexy
sitting there, the filmy material of the Teddy adding just a little mystery
to her beauty.

Stacey stood in her room, confused and didn't know what to do.  She had
agreed to wear something more provocative, but what.  She opened her sexy
lingerie draw and found a under wire half cup bra with matching bikini
panties.  She hadn't worn many of these items since her husband was alive.
Now, she was dressing up for a teenage girl...it just didn't make sense as she
slipped her robe and night shirt off.

Kelly's mouth about fell to the floor when she saw her Mother come into the
kitchen.  She'd never seen her Mom dressed so sexy before.  She felt out of
place, as she was the only one dressed in "normal" morning clothes.  Her Mom
looked tall, she had on high heels with outfit, making her legs and bottom
look wonderful.  What really surprised her was the way Anna responded when
she saw her Mom.

Anna turned when she heard the heels click on the tile floor.  Mrs. C. did
as she had requested.  She looked exceptional, her breasts looked like they
were on display for just her as they bounced high on her chest.  Her nipples
barely concealed beneath the rim of the bra cup.  Standing, Anna stood and
faced her.  Stacey, as if she was a robot, went directly to Anna.  She had
been conditioned to greet her each morning.  Anna held out her arms as
Stacey walked right into them.  Anna stopped her at arms length and surveyed
Mrs. C.'s lovely body.  "Mrs. C., you look stunning," said Anna.  Stacey
looked at her daughter; the shocked expression said it all.

This would be the first morning Kelly was present to observe their morning
`greeting'.  Anna felt a twinge of excitement, as she was about to kiss and
hug her Mother before her eyes.  Stacey felt a shiver run down her spine as
she knew what was about to happen and she wasn't going to resist.  Feeling
Anna draw her in closely, Stacey's body tensed when she felt Anna's bare
breast kiss hers.  The contact was becoming more familiar each day, yet the
effect was always erotic.  Her nipples responded immediately to Anna's.
Holding her tightly, Anna drug her nipples lightly across Stacey's; no
pretense anymore that it was an accidental contact.  The contact of Anna's
breasts caressing hers was now a very deliberate movement, one which
Stacey's body began to look forward too.

"I love your outfit, Mrs. C. Turn around and let me see all of you,"
directed Anna.  Stacey still had not uttered a word as she turned to show
Anna her outfit.  Anna pulled Stacey into her again as her arms wrapped
around Stacey's back, settling in the middle of her back.  Anna felt
Stacey's muscles tense as her fingers caressed her back.  Anna, looking
briefly over at Kelly, raised her head up and brought her lips toward Mrs.
C.'s to receive her "morning kiss".  After yesterday's kiss, Anna wasn't
about to regress back to the just a kiss on the cheek.  She wanted those
full, soft sweet lips of Kelly's Mom on hers.

Stacey knew that Anna was about to kiss her in front of her daughter.  She'd
taken a big step today, dressed so scantily in front of her daughter and
being held by Anna so sexily in front of her daughter, and NOW SHE WAS ABOUT
TO BE KISSED BY ANOTHER WOMAN/GIRL IN FRONT OF HER!!  But all Stacey could
do was stand there and let it happen.  She tilted her head down to receive
Anna's kiss.  Watching her lips close within inches of hers, Stacey took a
deep breath, her chest heaving, awaiting the warm kiss from Anna she'd
become used to receiving each morning.  When she felt their lips make
contact, Stacey instinctively slipped her arms around Anna's body, her hands
now caressing Anna's back through her Teddy.  This was no usual morning
kiss, thought Stacey, feeling Anna's lips begin to move over hers.  Anna's
hands had slipped up behind Stacey's head to hold her mouth tightly to hers.
  Stacey tried to pull back, but her head was held tighter by Anna as her
lips worked their magic on Stacey.  Stacey felt the kiss begin to take its
effect, her body relaxed and melted into Anna's as the kiss went on.  Both
women now breathing through their noses, unable to hold their breath that
long.

Kelly sat dumbfounded as she watched her Mom and Anna kiss and hold each
other.  It seemed so wrong to her, yet so provocative.  She'd been a voyeur
in her own kitchen.  Kelly had been informed how `friendly' European women
were to one another, but could what she saw unfolding before really be
considered friendly?

Stacey felt the powerful effect the kiss was having on her body and mind.
Anna's lips were so soft, yet demanding as they continued to kiss hers.
Stacey had to break the kiss before she became totally consumed with it.
Pushing Anna away, she finally broke the kiss.  Looking at Anna, then to her
daughter, Stacey didn't know what to say or do.  Her body was in such an
aroused state that if she was alone, she would have masturbated to a strong
orgasm, but she couldn't, at least not for the moment.

"Well, good morning Mrs. C., that was just like I've always wanted to greet
my favorite exchange parent," said a smiling Anna.  "Kelly, I hope you don't
mind me stealing all this affection from your Mother.  It's just "my" way of
showing your Mom how grateful I am to her for making this all possible.  Do
you mind sharing you Mom with me during my stay?" asked Anna.  Kelly looked
at her, still with her arms around her Mom, their bodies romantically
touching.  That's what seemed to bother her, she guessed.  Their embrace
seemed more than just a way of thanking her.  Stacey looked to her daughter
to get her out of this situation, if she objected, then maybe Anna would
back off and leave her alone.  Yet, she was disappointed when her daughter
said, "I guess it's okay with me, if you're ok with it Mom?"  Stacey, still
reeling from the kiss, simply nodded her head in approval.

Anna smiled at the outcome of what could have been a very disappointing
moment for her, but now both Kelly and Mrs. C. had practically given her a
green light to her morning escapades with Mrs. C.  Just to prove her point,
Anna drew Mrs. C. again next to her and hugged her closely, whispering into
Mrs. C.'s ear, "thank you Stacey, you won't regret your decision."  Pulling
away, Anna went about making her breakfast, all the while studying Mrs. C.
for a reaction to this morning's encounter.

Stacey stood in her kitchen dressed in a provocative outfit, having just
been passionately kissed by their visitor, and IN FRONT OF HER DAUGHTER.
What would Kelly think of her?  She seemed rather accepting of it after Anna
explained why she was kissing her.  She'd hoped for a different response,
but her body, however, was pleased with the outcome.  Stacey had repressed
her sexual desires for sometime, but with Anna's physical contact, all of
those repressed feelings were steadily making their way back to the surface.

As usual, the day went without incident.  Anna and Kelly went over to a
friend's house to do what teenagers do.  Stacey, on the other hand, needed
to get back to her photography work.  She had a deadline to meet for a local
fashion designer.  Stacey had agreed to take on some work to do some
lingerie shots for their local ad insert.  They'd provided her with a couple
of mannequins to shoot the lingerie on.

It was mid-afternoon; Stacey was getting into her work, when she heard the
back door close.  She guessed both girls were returning, but only Anna
strolled into the studio and said, "Hi Mrs. C."   Stacey returned the
greeting and asked where Kelly was.  Anna told her that Kelly wanted to stay
the night at her friend's house, but she didn't want to.  Kelly said she'd
call and get permission later.

"What are you doing Mrs. C." asked Anna.    Stacey explained that she was
doing some work for a local lingerie company, but it turned out to be a lot
more difficult than she'd anticipated.  Getting skimpy lingerie to look good
on a plastic mannequin was tough.  "I can help you, Mrs. C.  Why don't you
let me be your model?  It'll be easier for you to present the product if you
allow me to be your model, please Mrs. C.," begged Anna.

Stacey did like the idea, but she also didn't know if she could trust
herself around Anna wearing the lingerie she was given to work with.  Most
of the items were extremely revealing.  Against her better judgment, Stacey
agreed to let Anna help her.

"What do you want me to do," asked Anna.  "Well, I guess put this on.  Are
you sure you want to do this, these items are very revealing and I don't
know if you'd feel comfortable modeling a line like this," asked Stacey.
"Oh Mrs. C., I'm just happy to be able to help you do your work.  What
outfit do you want me to model first," said Anna.

Stacey told Anna she'd laid out all the garments on her bed and to just pick
out whatever what she saw and come back in when she was ready.  It would be
much easier having a real model to do the photo shoot with, it was just that
the model was Anna.
Anna couldn't wait to try on the lingerie when she saw them.  She'd never
seen such sexy underwear before.

"Ok, Mrs. C., here I come. Stacey looked up and her breath was taken away by
the figure she saw standing before her.  Anna looked just like one of those
models in the Victoria Secret magazine.  The bra and panty outfit she had on
barely covered her breasts and vagina.  The cups were so small, that ample
breast flesh could be seen bulging from around each cup.  The dainty straps
barely able to hole the weight of each breast.  The triangle of material
attempting to cover her sex was woefully inadequate.  It appeared to Stacey
that Anna shaved, not a hair could be seen protruding around the small piece
of material.

"Anna, you look just like one of those models in a Victoria Secret
magazine," said an admiring Stacey.  She had to be careful with her
emotions; she didn't want this shoot to get out of hand.  She had to keep
focused on her work.  "Anna, come over her and stand on this platform," said
Stacey.  It was then she noticed Anna's shoes, high heels again from her
closet.  The heels accentuated her long, shapely legs and firm asscheeks.
The nylons and garter topped off the outfit; yes, having Anna here to model
for her was going to work out just fine.

Stacey positioned Anna in a stance, her feet spread wide.  Through the
camera lens, Anna looked even better.  The outfit highlighted Anna's perfect
body.  In this position, the small patch of material attempting to cover her
sex was pulled to the side, exposing one of her labia lips to the camera.
Should she tell her, or just shoot the shot?  Deciding against telling her,
she went ahead and captured the scene in the lens.  Anna was a natural at
modeling, she seemed so at least modeling practically nothing.

"Anna, you are a natural at modeling," exclaimed Stacey.  Anna smiled.
"Would you mind trying another outfit on now?" asked Stacey.  Anna said sure
and left the room, returning shortly in what could only be described as XXX
rated!  The bra she was wearing had holes cutout where the nipples poked
through.  The panties were a tiny thong.  "Do you like this outfit Mrs. C.,"
asked Anna.  She waited to hear Mrs. C. answer.
"You, uh, look great in it, it's just that it's not quite right, you need to
adjust the bra cups a little," said Stacey.  The problem was Anna's nipples
were visible through the holes in the bra and they needed to be for the
shoot.  How was she going to handle this one?  "I don't understand Mrs. C.,"
teased a knowing Anna.  She knew how the bra should be worn, but had
intentionally worn it incorrectly, hoping to coax Mrs. C. into adjusting it
for her.

Stacey was going to have to show, but she wasn't looking forward to it.
Stepping forward, Stacey, now looking up at Anna standing on the platform,
said, "Do you mind if I adjust the bra for you," asked Stacey.  Anna smiled
and said, "Please do."  Stacey's fingers shook as she pulled the cup off of
the teenager's big chest.  She'd have to reach in and almost insert her
nipple into the hole of the brassiere.  Not looking Anna in the face,
Stacey's perspiring fingers slipped beneath the material and cupped Anna's
left breast.  The initial contact felt exciting to Stacey, this was the
first breast, besides her own, she'd ever touched.  They felt so warm and
firm in her hand.  Wanting to get quickly past this uncomfortable situation,
she slid her fingers toward the tiny nipple.  Making contact with it, she
felt it immediately harden, Stacey's nipples hardened at the same time.
With unsteady fingers, Stacey guided the now hard nipple into the hole of
the bra, letting the material fall back, trapping the nipple in place.  She
did the other one and stepped back.  The effect was electrifying.  Anna's
pink little nipples contrasted sharply with the black lacey bra.  Stacey
noticed how long Anna's nipples had become; she was definitely aroused,
thought Stacey.

Returning the camera, Stacey made the correct settings for the shot and
began to take the photos.  After several shots, she asked Anna to turn
around so she could get some shots of her backside of the thong.  Anna
turned and pushed her bottom out a little, adding to the effect of the shot.
  When she held this pose, Stacey's eyes traveled between her strong butt
cheeks and saw her sex being cupped by the crotch of the thong.  Anna's
vulva bulged out past the material, her lips being spread by the material.
"Mrs. C., what about this, does it make the shot better," asked Anna.  Anna
had taken the waistband of the thong in front and pulled it up higher on her
stomach.  The effect was immediate; Stacey saw the material was now wedged
between Anna's swollen sex, her labia clearly visible to Mrs. C' and her
camera.  "Anna, I don't think that was the way the designer of the thong
meant it to be worn," said Stacey, her voice cracking, her throat dry.  "But
Mrs. C., don't "you" think it looks more sexy like this? asked Anna.  I
thought these shots were for a men's magazine.  Don't you think they'd
prefer a sexy photo like this?  I'm only trying to help you Mrs. C become
successful and satisfy your client's desires," said Anna.

Stacey thought for a moment; Anna was right.  She had her best interests at
heart. Denying her would be a slap in her face.  Looking at the pose through
the lens sold her. The pose she'd struck was truly provocative, almost XXX
thought Stacey. "Anna, you do look sexy like that, Stacey said.  It would
please me very much if I could photograph you like that."  Anna resumed her
provocative pose, pushing her bottom out at the camera, and smiled, saying
"Mrs. C., I'd do anything for you to help make you successful."  Stacey felt
a genuine warmth flow between the two; Stacey now knew Anna was a good girl.
  Anna, on the other hand, smiled at the camera.  She knew she could
manipulate Mrs. C. whenever she wanted too.

"Ok Anna, time for another outfit," said Mrs. C.  Anna stood in Mrs. C.
bedroom trying to decide the next outfit to wear.  There was one outfit that
was a one piece.  It resembled a body suit, but this one only had a thin
strip of material that passed over the shoulders, down across each nipple
and came together at the belly button, proceeding on past her stomach as one
thin piece passing through her vulva.  It was sort of like a thong, but
backwards.  This was the one she'd model next.

When Anna walked in, Stacey's expression said it all.  Anna looked like a
goddess, her full breasts proudly standing high on her young chest, the
entire globe of each breast exposed, the nipple only covered by a thin piece
of cloth.  Stacey's eyes grew big a saucers as she noticed only a strip of
material covered her sex, that is only her slit was covered, her large vulva
now clearly exposed for Stacey to admire, and she did just that.  Anna
smiled as she saw Stacey's face.  "Mrs. C., do you like this outfit, it's my
favorite, smiled Anna.  Do you think we could do this one lying down on that
white fur rug over there?" asked Anna.  Stacey looked over at the rug and
said sure, if that's where she'd be more comfortable.  Anna pulled the rug
up on the platform and lay down, her feet facing Stacey.

Stacey had to remove the camera from the tripod to get these shots.  As she
approached Anna, she noticed how Anna's breasts still defied gravity, even
lying on her back.  Her full globes pointing upward, hardly any of the large
globe sagged to the sides of her armpits.  Her breasts, thought Stacey, were
truly works of art.

Lying on the platform, Stacey was able to get some overhead shots bringing a
different perspective to her work.  As she moved about Anna, she noticed
Anna's legs had parted.  The small piece of material couldn't be seen as her
vulva had enveloped it.  There was, however, a large bump under the material
at the top of her slit.  Could that be her clit, thought Stacey.  Focusing
on that area through the lens, the camera offering ideal cover permitted her
to look as much as she wanted without being noticed by Anna.  As she zoomed
in, she could actually see the material move, her clit must be throbbing
thought Stacey.   Moving downward towards her feet, Stacey now had a clear
view up between Anna's parted thighs.  What an erotic view, thought Anna.
She'd never be able to sell these photos, they were simply too explicit, but
she wasn't going to pass up this opportunity to start a personal collection
of her work.  As she began flashing, Anna looked down between her legs and
spread them more. Placing her high heels flat on the fur rug, she let her
knees slowly part till they touched the rug.  She'd spread herself
completely for Stacey.

Stacey kept flashing away.  Anna's pussy was completely visible to her now.
The swollen lips of her pussy were openly being displayed just for her.  Her
pussy looked like it was raised up, a product of having one's legs spread
while keeping your feet together.  Anna looked so nasty lying here like
this, but Stacey thought she looked so sexy.  Anna saw all the attention her
pussy was receiving Mrs. C. as she continued snapping one picture after
another.  Anna, being the daring little thing she was, lifted her legs up
into the air, her heels reaching out trying to touch the ceiling.  Slowly,
she let her heels separate, her long legs spread-eagled out to each side

Stacey watched in disbelief as Anna completely exposed herself to her, only
a thin piece of material kept her from seeing her most intimate places, her
pussy slit and her little rosebud nestled deep in the crack of her bottom.
Stacey, once she'd recovered from the initial shock, began snapping pictures
again.  Remaining at the foot of Anna, Stacey saw her hands begin to caress
her body, slowly sliding down her body, across her flat washboard stomach
stopping where her thigh muscles were stretched taunt.  Stacey stopped
shooting, mesmerized by Anna's caress of her own body.

Anna was really turned on.  This modeling of sexy lingerie really made her
feel like a woman.  And of course, modeling them for her favorite person
only helps enhance the moment.  Anna let her hands slide down across her
taunt thighs to the apex between her legs.  Pausing, Anna looked directly
into Stacey's as her fingers slipped beneath the thin piece of material that
passed between her swollen labia.  Pulling it away and out of from her slit,
she held it up waiting for a reaction from Mrs. C.  When she began snapping
pictures again, Anna smiled and continued holding the material to the side
for Mrs. C. could photograph her naked pussy.  Her inner labia could be
clearly seen now; a small amount of moisture was beginning to form on her
lips.

Stacey kept shooting, she couldn't think of anything else to do.  Anna
looked so beautiful like this.  Stacey was actually able to look into the
young girls sex, her inner lips parting before her eyes, her camera
capturing each moment on film.  Stacey knew her panties were soaked with her
juices.  Anna had her so turned on; she was having trouble holding the
camera steady for each shot.

Anna looked between her legs at Mrs. C. and spoke, "Mrs. C., do you think I
make a good model?"  The sound of her voice was almost like a slap in the
face for Stacey, awakening her from her trance like state.  "Anna, I think
you're probably the best model I've ever had," praised Stacey.  Anna,
feeling proud of herself said, "Mrs. C. when you're done with this line of
clothing, would you mind if I asked you to take some photos just for me?"
asked Anna.  Stacey, without thinking said, "sure Anna, whatever you want."
Anna would hold Mrs. C. to that promise as the photo shoot came to a close.
Stacey had some outstanding pics, many couldn't be used for her client, but
she'd keep those for herself.

As they were finishing up with the shoot, Anna asked if now was a good time
to take some those pictures she'd asked her too earlier.  Even though Stacey
had promised, she asked Anna if she'd mine if they took a break and get a
bite to eat.  Anna said sure, knowing that it wouldn't be long before she
and Mrs C. would be doing more than just talking.