Date: Sun, 4 Jan 2009 17:07:10 -0500
From: J W <jw1137@hotmail.com>
Subject: Lawn Girl 2

Victoria Simms dug her house key out of the pocket of her too tight
cut-offs. She was smiling broadly.

She wondered what Dianne was doing right now. Her actions had been, in a
word, cruel and she knew it. Why had she done it? She hadn't planned
it--anymore than she had planned to expose herself the week before. It just
happened. Vicki thought back to her first experience with a woman as she
made her way up to her room.

Two summers ago her mother had to go to Europe on business. It had been
arranged for her to stay with a friend of Mom's. Aunt Helen wasn't really
an `aunt', that's just what it was decided Vicki would call her--when Vicki
was little.

She never saw much of her mother's friend over the years. Whenever Helen
visited, she and her mom would usually go out leaving little Vicki with a
sitter. More often Mom went to Helen's place; of course all those times she
never saw Helen at all.

The summer she turned fourteen she would really get to know the tall leggy
blonde. It had started innocently enough. Right from the moment Helen
picked her up she started complimenting Vicki on what a beautiful young
woman she was becoming. Helen hugged her tightly that first
afternoon. Vicki remembered thinking how big and squishy her `aunt's'
breasts were; so much bigger than her mother's. Helen started `grooming'
her young house guest expertly. (Of course Victoria didn't know it.)

Helen had nearly cum in her panties when her good friend Jeannie Simms had
asked if her daughter Vicki could stay with her for a month.

What Vicki knew was that Aunt Helen was so nice to her. She was constantly
complimenting, and often helping her friend's daughter choose what she
would wear; helping her dress and undress even bathing her. Within a week
Vicki positively adored the older woman. At the time Vicki had wondered why
she got such funny feelings in her tummy when Helen (the aunt had been
dropped at Helen's suggestion) dressed or undressed her.

The older woman's soft hands never failed to stroke gently different parts
of her body. Helen was particularly taken with Vicki's rapidly developing
bossom. The girl always wore a quite nondescript `B' cup bra. Her mother
was insistent that a proper young woman did not parade around
braless. Helen, on the other hand encouraged her to leave the undergarment
off which suited the youngster because she was beginning to notice that it
felt really nice when her top rubbed on her little nipples. It gave her a
funny feeling in her tummy.

Most evenings that first week, as they got ready for bed, Helen would pull
Victoria's shirt over her head and inspect the girl's plump mounds. She
would cup and squeeze them playfully, saying,

"I wonder how much they've grown today!"

The compliments the older woman showered on her about the fairly new
features on her chest made Vicki very proud. She wished that her boobs
would grow faster (absurdly fast) to please her mother's friend.

During the bust development assessments, Helen would always pay particular
attention to the changes in the little buttons at the center of each of
Vicki's breasts. Whenever she did this, that funny feeling Vicki felt in
her tummy got a lot stronger.

`It wasn't really her tummy' Vicki realized--it was sort of lower than
that.

Victoria had stripped out of her grass cutting clothes and left them in a
heap on her bedroom floor as she reminisced about the summer of her
`awakening'.

She now realized how carefully Helen had orchestrated all the little things
she had done. The younger Victoria hadn't known the meaning of the words
`sexual arousal' that summer two years ago; but she now realized that Helen
had slowly and expertly brought her into a nearly constant state of arousal
by the middle of that second week.

Vicki longed for their end of day sessions. She loved how it made her feel
but sensed that it was incomplete; she wanted SOMETHING more, but she had
no idea what that SOMETHING was.

She stepped into the steaming shower spray and had an epiphany.

`That's why I ran out on Dianne!'

Since that month of torment and ecstasy with Helen she had come to realize
that the most awesome part had been the lead up--the not knowing what was
happening to her or why. In the end the actual sex had been fulfilling but
the excitement she had felt in the two weeks before she and Helen had
actually made love was mind boggling.

The shower spray quickly rinsed the grime and sweat from her magnificent
body and she enjoyed its soothing warmth. Turning under the cascading
water, she thought about how she had seduced her friend Tiffany.

Tiffany was a kind of `plain Jane'. She didn't have very many friends. When
Victoria had taken the dowdy girl under her wing--so to speak--Tiffany had
been thrilled.

It had taken next to no effort or time for Victoria to get Miz Plain Jane
munching pussy like a pro; but it wasn't satisfying! There was no build up;
no anticipation.

Where were those hours and days of sexual tension that she longed to
relive?

Vicki quickly decided that the problem was that the girl was too young. She
set her sights on a more mature partner. It wasn't long before she found
Rebecca.  Vicki started bussing tables at the restaurant just before
Christmas where she met the waitress and single mother.

Becky was a little on the plump side but she had `killer' legs! Being a ten
year veteran of the restaurant food service business, Rebecca showed young
Victoria the ropes. It wasn't long until she and her mentor were fast
friends. Vicki would go with Rebecca to Rebecca's moms after their shift to
pick up her mentor's infant daughter.

Back at Becky's apartment Vicki would watch as the young mother nursed her
baby. Vicki sat on the couch squeezing her legs together enjoying the sweet
hum between them while the tiny girl suckled.

At first Rebecca would discreetly open the minimum number of buttons on her
blouse, fold down the panel of the nursing bra, and then pull her blouse
back partly over her daughter's head. The young mother and the teenager
chatted about all sorts of things.

Sometime during the nursing Victoria would feel she was carrying more than
her share of the conversation. Rebecca would look kind of flushed, and
seemed quite distant.

After a while Becky became less and less shy about the process. By the
third week the young mother would simply strip to the waist for the nursing
session. When the baby finished one breast Becky would put the infant on
her shoulder and rub Emily's back to expel the gas.

Every time when the nipple popped out of the baby's mouth Vicki nearly
came. She had never dreamed a nipple could get that big and long. It was
soon after that Rebecca confided that nursing got her really turned on. One
thing led to another and soon Vicki was relieving Becky's sexual tension
after nursing. The young mother gladly reciprocated, licking and sucking
the younger woman to some very nice orgasms but Vicki was disappointed
again. There simply wasn't the same level of arousal that she had
experienced with Aunt Helen.

THAT was why she decided to run away from Dianne earlier that day. She
craved that long erotic build up, and quite simply things had gone too far
too fast. Running and crying was Vicki's method of slamming on the
brakes. She had initiated the kiss, sure, but she didn't expect her boss to
get right into it like she had. Anyway she now had a rather uncomfortable
task ahead of her--go back and see how mad her employer was.

She was formulating a sort of plan as she dried herself. When she came to
dry her pussy it felt sore. It was then she remembered how the damn shorts
had been rubbing on her girlhood.

'It probably wouldn't have gotten this bad if it weren't for the running.'

Reaching into the medicine cabinet the naked girl found some moisturizing
cream.

`A little bit of this and I'll be good as new' she thought, dispensing a
glob of the thick cream on her fingers.

When she applied it to her wounded vulva she sucked in her breath.

`Ooo that's cold' she realized, but it soon warmed and felt very soothing.

She continued to work the slippery moisturizer all over her
lips. Predictably she felt the sensitive tissues swelling. Her own slippery
cream started to mingle with the goop from the bottle. Before she knew it
she had two fingers pumping in and out of the sloppy mess she had
created. The vision of Dianne standing naked in the glass of the patio door
suddenly popped into her head and she came with a rush of hot fluid
splashing onto her pumping fingers. Vicki's knees buckled and she wound up
sitting on the tile floor.

`Now I'll have to shower all over again,' Vicki thought as she looked at
the mess between her legs.

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Dianne dried her eyes with the napkins she had brought out with the
lemonade. What the hell had gone wrong? Had she been too aggressive?

'She started it!' the woman in the sexy dress and provocative underwear
almost giggled at the childish phrase. But Victoria had started it!

'She kissed me first! How could I have been too pushy? Did she not realize
I'd kiss her back?' It didn't matter she feared she had seen the last of
miz Simms.

Dianne suddenly realized,

`I don't even know her phone number, or where exactly she lives...' she
knew that the girl's home wasn't far away.

`How many Simms' could there be in this subdivision anyway? Should I try to
call her? Apologize maybe?'

These thoughts were still tumbling around in her head as she looked at the
idle Lawnboy standing in the middle of the yard.

`I guess I'll have to finish that later,' she thought.

Leaning back in her chair she tried to review and come to grips with her
brief relationship, and what had gone wrong. No answers were forth coming.

Getting to her feet she collected the lemonade pitcher and glasses onto the
tray and headed up the steps then into the kitchen. Dutifully she began to
tidy up.

She had left it in something of a mess, rushing out to serve refreshments
to her erstwhile lawn-girl. Keeping herself busy and concentrating on the
minutia of the tasks at hand kept her from stewing over the morning's
disappointment. She obsessively worked her way around the whole kitchen
until it was spotless. Wiping her hands on a towel she thought,

`Well I'd better get changed and finish the grass cutting.'

Dianne was just heading for the bedroom when the door bell rang. Surprised
by the unusual intrusion she rerouted to the front door. Opening the door
she could scarcely believe her eyes--Miz Victoria Simms if you please.

Vicki smiled a little sheepishly.

"May I come in?" Dianne opened the door, mostly out of reflex, and the
stunning young woman stepped back into her house and into her life.

Dianne stood looking at the gorgeous strawberry blonde standing in her
entry hall for several uncomfortable seconds. Victoria was smiling and
seemed to be almost oblivious to the torment she had caused. Dianne tried
to summon up an authoritative tone, but it came out in a sob,

"Why did you run?"

"I am not ready." It was a statement not an apology.

`I deserve more than that!' Dianne thought.

"But you kissed me first!" The older woman bemoaned.

"I know, and I'm sorry if you misunderstood... It's just... just... that
you've been so kind to me and I really like you. When we were standing so
close, I... uh, well I wanted to show you that I liked you. I wanted to
show that I appreciated you, and what you've done for me."

Vicki bit her lip waiting for the explosion of frustration she thought
would follow this pitiful and incredible explanation. Dianne thought for a
moment,

`That was NOT a thank you... I like you kiss!'

"How, I mean where did you learn to kiss like that?"

"My boy friend taught me. Before I met Steve I didn't know how to kiss at
all" (which of course was a lie; unless her boyfriend's name was Aunt
Helen.)

"But you don't kiss everybody like that; you wouldn't kiss your mother that
way."

"I never kiss my mom!"

"And she never kisses you?"

"Not since I was little," Victoria returned still smiling.

`My God, is it possible that she doesn't know the meaning of a face sucking
kiss like the one they shared a couple of hours ago?' Dianne thought
incredulously.

`There was no reasonable answer. I'll have to take her word for
it. Unbelievable as it is.'

The expression on the girl's face did not betray her. She was still smiling
sweetly, as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth.

"Well you need to be careful! Kissing like that sends a strong
message. Don't do it if you don't mean it," Dianne admonished.

"Mean what?"

`Did she just bat her eyes?'

Dianne was too stunned to speak.

`Was it possible for a teenager to be this naive?'

"If you really don't understand then I think we'll need to discuss this in
detail sometime," Dianne finally said.

"OK," Vicki agreed brightly. "I'm gonna go finish my job now."

Without waiting for any further comment she scooted toward the back door.

"It just doesn't make sense!" Dianne said under her breath, as she watched
that deliciously round teenaged rump wiggle out the door.

She was shaking her head as she headed for her patio.

`Might as well enjoy the show' she thought. `I'm paying for it--in more
ways than one!'

Truth be told it really wasn't much of a show. Vicki was wearing a `T'
shirt that came down to just below her crotch. The baggy cotton showed off
nothing. The only point of interest was that as she pushed the mower around
the yard the bottom of the shirt would flip slightly exposing a white
flash.

`Panties?' Dianne wondered.

The less than thrilling show only took fifteen minutes before the girl
headed for the garage to stow the mower. Dianne went into the house to get
the money, and then entered the garage by the door in her laundry room.

Vicki was bent over, feet wide apart ass in the air, apparently using a rag
to wipe off the Lawnboy. Dianne was treated to an exceptional view of the
girl's posterior not quite covered by the mystery white garment she was
wearing under the `T' shirt.

`They aren't panties,' the home owner realized. `It must be a bathing suit
bottom.'

Never the less the view was spectacular! Because the girl's feet were so
wide apart and she was bent from the waist with practically no bend in her
knees, the crotch of the mystery bottoms molded to her vulva like paint. It
went through Dianne's mind and pussy at the same time,

`I bet I could count the hairs!'

It was a stupid cliché especially since there obviously was no HAIR on the
girl's cookie.

Victoria was peeking around her left leg. She was well aware of the view
she was providing her boss.  Moving the rag around the deck of the mower
she swayed her fanny slightly back and forth. The movement was enough to
ratchet the leg elastic of her bathing suit bottoms a little further inward
exposing even more of her delectable cheeks.

She watched Dianne's strained expression and felt the hot tingling
sensation in her crotch as though her boss's eyes were infra-red. She was
satisfied that the game was having its desired effect on both of them.

Dianne watched the pouting lips of her lawn-girl's sex embossed in the thin
covering. A renewed surge of sensation traveled up from her crotch through
her belly and lodged in her stiff nipples.

Suddenly Vicki stood up and turned displaying those lovely straight white
teeth in a mischievous grin.

"Thanks!" the girl said as she collected her pay from Dianne's dangling
hand.

Giving her head a shake in an effort to clear it the older woman said,

"Want to try the lemonade again?"

"Yeah, great... I'm really thirsty!"

"But slowly this time." Dianne cautioned her.

They were quietly sipping their drinks on the patio. Dianne was noticing
the sweat pattern on the girl's shirt, around her neck, under her arms and
between those unfortunately well concealed but still prominent mounds on
the teenager's chest.

"The grass is so dry!" Vicki observed.

"Shit!" Dianne exclaimed, "I forgot today's the day I'm allowed to water."

Wiggling her way toward the garden hose in the short tight dress, it was
Vicki's turn to feel a slight tug at her crotch.

"We're only allowed to water every fourth day." Dianne commented over her
shoulder. "Water conservation you know."

Setting the sprinkler to cover the grass directly in front of the paved
area, the home owner returned to her seat. Vicki watched the tight dress
stretch across the full backside, and ride up delightfully as her boss sat
down. Tipping her head to the side she was able to catch a glimpse of the
black lace panties and she wondered if the were damp from the lawn mower
cleaning show. That thought sent an intriguing twitch through her own damp
quim.

"It's SO HOT!" Vicki announced rubbing her hand on the back of her
neck. "I'm gonna cool off."

Impulsively jumping out of her chair she covered the distance to the
sprinkler in the blink of an eye. In the fine cold spray the girl gasped,
turning in a graceful pirouette, she was totally drenched in seconds.

Dianne saw the thin `T' shirt saturate and begin clinging to the teenager's
body like a second skin. Emerging into full view were the prominent hills
high on Vicki's chest, their dormant centers, stimulated by the cold water
made their presence known atop the large firm mounds.

Dianne felt her own semi stiff nipples harden a little more. She could not
ignore their cries for attention. Her young companion seemed thoroughly
involved in her sprinkler dance, so the woman pulled the top of the dress
down just slightly, exposing the top of her lacy bra. Slipping her fingers
inside the cups she teased her pleasure buds to full erection.

Dianne clamped her thighs together as she felt her vaginal walls
contract. The combination of these two actions forced a large quantity of
milky fluid out into the crotch of her lacy black panties.

Although she didn't really know how loudly she had moaned, the woman with
the now saturated panties didn't think her young friend had noticed her
indiscretion. Seeing the girl coming out of the mist of water Dianne
quickly snatched her hands away from her breasts and put them in her
lap. This allowed her to covertly press on her mons.

Vicki approached dripping and smiling. Her teenage body perfectly displayed
by the saturated `T' shirt that clung on every inch of delectable
flesh. Across the girl's pelvis it was easy to see the outline of the
bikini bottoms. The opaque wrapper left just enough to the imagination to
make it even more erotic than if she was naked.

"You should try it, Dianne it feels great!"

In spite of the pounding between her legs the older woman almost laughed.

`When was the last time I ran through a sprinkler? Probably when I was
about twelve' she thought.

"I think I'll pass if you don't mind," Dianne replied smiling.

"You sure look like you could use some cooling off."

`Well she's certainly right about that!'

Sitting there watching the all but naked teenager and squeezing her thighs
together trying to get some relief was becoming torture. Vicki was so close
that Dianne could feel the coolness radiating from the wet shirt.

"I need to go..." Dianne started to say. Victoria put her hand on the
woman's shoulder preventing her from rising out of the chair.

"You can touch yourself here, I don't mind" the sopping teenager said as
she looked down directly into Dianne's eyes.

The seated woman with the flooded panties saw something in those intense
green eyes.

`What was it? Satisfaction? Maybe it was dominance.'

"I want you to touch yourself," Vicki whispered and the seated woman heard
it as a command.

Dianne's shaking hand rose to the bodice of her dress and began stroking,
fingers bumping over her nipples. Her other hand reached under the short
skirt and gently her finger tips traced her flooded crease through the silk
panties.

`I wish she'd touch me,' Dianne fantasized, holding the girl's eyes with
her own.

"That's it stroke yourself... pinch your nipple" Vicki's tone of voice was
different than normal, deeper--demanding. Still looking into those
beautiful large green eyes the shivering woman in the chair complied.

Taking the large sensitive tip of her breast between her fingers and thumb
she squeezed the aching nub. Her other hand was busy pulling the crotch of
her panties aside. Dianne slid her hips forward on the chair causing the
short dress to be pulled up exposing the skewed panties and her diddling
fingers. The teenagers gaze shifted to take in the erotic sight.

Slowly and gently the panting woman slipped a finger between the swollen
slippery lips. A second finger joined and together stroked the spongy
engorged flesh moving up and down the slick crease. Each stroke took them
higher and closer to the ultimate pleasure point that bulged from the top
of the steaming slit.

Victoria had leaned down so that her mouth was an inch from the
masturbating woman's ear.

"Put your fingers inside" the girl whispered.

Although the volume was lower the voice still carried that commanding tone.

Dianne felt as if Vicki was in control of her muscles. Whatever the girl
said Dianne's body seemed to do without Dianne's mind even participating in
the activity. Two fingers were joined by a third as the digits pushed past
the slippery entrance into the boiling interior.

When the fingers reached their limit they retracted almost out, and then
plunged in again, this time more forcefully. The pumping action repeated
getting quicker and more forceful with each stroke. Her thumb collided with
her pulsing clitoris at the bottom of each insertion.

"That's it, cum for me darling" the girl whispered.

Dianne was amazed that, with all the other stimulation, she could still
feel her tormentor's hot breath on her ear. The surging and tingling
sensation started deep in her uterus and spread through her whole body at
light speed. Her hips rose off the chair to meet the intruding hand and a
deep moan escaped her lips as she climaxed. Dizzy and disoriented Dianne
felt the girl's lips lightly touch her forehead.

"I gotta go," The dazed woman heard.

Almost fully reclined on the patio chair she managed to open her eyes
enough to see the round wet teenage rump disappear around the corner of the
house.

`She can't go home dripping wet like that,' Dianne thought, but she
couldn't get any words out.