Date: Sun, 4 Jan 2009 17:07:10 -0500
From: J W <jw1137@hotmail.com>
Subject: Lawn Girl 3

The rain finally came and stayed. The morning the grass was to be cut,
Dianne stood at her kitchen window watching the raindrops splatter on the
wooden deck. Her sadness was palpable. She sighed deeply as she picked up
her coffee and headed toward the bedroom to finish dressing. Before she
could make it the phone rang. Quickening her stride she picked it up on the
third ring,

"Hello?"

"Hi, I guess I won't be mowing the lawn today," the girl at the other end
said.

"No Vicki... this is supposed to keep up all day. The forecast for tomorrow
isn't great either," Dianne said making no effort to hide the
disappointment dripping from her words.

"There's not much to do when the weather's like this." Victoria moaned.

Then after a pregnant pause,

"What are you going to do?"

The second part was more like her usual chipper tone, though Dianne
thought,

`She sounds older or more mature... or something on the phone. If I didn't
know better I'd think I was talking to a twenty something.'

"I have some shopping to do," the older woman replied tugging at the belt
of her dressing gown.

"Are you going to get dressed up?" Vicki queried.

"I don't know what you mean by DRESSED UP. I usually try to look
presentable when I go out in public." Dianne assured the younger woman.

The question knocked her a little off balance.

"What are you wearing now?" It was an innocent enough question but it sent
a chill down Dianne's spine.

"Well... uh, I'm in my... uh, dressing gown."

"What are you wearing underneath?"

THAT question was definitely not innocent!

"I... I... uh, have my under things on." Dianne stammered.

"Ooo... are they like the ones you had on last week when you... I mean we
were in the yard?"

Dianne noticed her heart was beating faster, and for some insane reason she
was having trouble catching her breath.

"Yes as a matter of fact they are almost the same, except these are blue;
the others were black."

`Why is I telling this teenager what colour of underwear I have on having
this affect on me?'

"So the top of the bra is all lacy and it doesn't quite cover your
nipples?" Vicki whispered.

"It... uh, that is I think... it does!" Dianne panted feeling completely
stupid about her lack of breath.

"Take a look for me." Victoria challenged.

There was silence for several seconds the older woman's eyes were cast down
on the open neck of her robe.

"Open your gown up" came the words that ended the pause.

To Dianne it sounded like a command again. Obediently, she slipped the knot
in the belt she had been toying with and parted the silk drape.

`This is ridiculous!' she thought.

Now looking down at her lacy silk bra she was satisfied that the cups were
properly in place and covering her breasts. Her nipples however were quite
evident pushing against the soft fabric. Looking at the sensitive
protrusions seemed to cause them to stiffen more and start to tingle--just
slightly.

"My breasts are quite properly covered; thank you." Dianne said trying to
sound at least a little indignant but it came out as a breathy whisper.

"They're sticking out... aren't they? You can see them pushing on the
lace." The girl whispered back.

"Yes." Dianne confirmed and felt a hot shiver but not down her spine this
time.

"Touch them... touch your nipples, like you did last week while you were
watching me standing in the sprinkler," the teenager urged.

"I'll have to put the phone down," Dianne replied feeling shock at the
direction the phone call was taking but very aware that it was really
turning her on.

"Don't you have a speaker?" Vicki responded, sounding impatient.

`Idiot' Dianne snapped at herself, pressing the `hands-free' button and
replacing the handset in the cradle.

Her shaking hands went to the smooth cups and stroked over the protruding
ever sensitive projections.

Vicki was sitting cross legged on the floor of her bedroom facing the full
length mirror on her closet door. She wore only the long `T' shirt that
served as her night dress. The `hands-free' ear piece microphone set was
hanging on her left ear.

"Are you touching them now?" the girl's voice sounded hollow coming from
the telephone speaker.

"I'm touching mine too" she added.

Both women sat with their eyes closed running their fingers over their
breasts through a layer of cloth. Fingers bumped over stiff nipples as each
envisioned the actions of the other.

"Ugh!" Dianne emitted a grunt that was unintelligible but evidenced that
she was pleasuring herself.

"I'm wearing a `T' shirt just like the one I wore last week," the girl
confided.

"Remember how clingy it got when it was wet? My nips got SO hard in that
cold water! I thought they were going to break off... When I saw you reach
into your bra I had a pussy spasm." Vicki paused, taking several deep
breaths as she continued to run her fingers over her cotton covered chest.

"They're hard like that now, Dianne. I wish you could see how they're
sticking out." Pulling in a few more deep breathes, and hearing her boss
groan again she continued; "Take your gown off sweetie."

Dianne shrugged the silk drape off her shoulders. Her tits screamed as
their stimulation was momentarily suspended. As soon as the robe fell in a
bunch behind her on the bed, the older woman resumed her gentle stroking.


"Pull your shoulder straps down." Vicki commanded, envisioning the older
woman's sexy blue bra.

Dianne's breasts protested again as the stroking stopped. She hooked her
thumb in each shoulder strap and flipped them down over her elbows. Raising
her hands back to the soft cups, only the back strap held the sexy lace
garment in place.

She needed more.

Catching the projections of her nips through the silk she squeezed
firmly. A guttural cry erupted from her core and a maddening throbbing
started in her clit. Hearing the erotic cry, Vicki smiled at herself in the
mirror.

"Slowly my darling," the girl whispered.

"I want you to stroke your beautiful legs. Use you finger tips and gently
run them from your knees up your inner thighs... but you mustn't touch your
panties! Not yet!" after a couple of ragged breaths she continued.

"Slowly up and down; feel how soft your skin is."

"I have thigh high stockings on too," Dianne moaned as she put her fingers
on her silk encased knees.

"Oooo are they all lacy and silky?" Vicki whispered.

"Yeesss." the older woman sighed

"Stroke your thighs for me baby."

Dianne responded in a trance like state to the suggestion. Her breasts
screamed for attention and her nipples ached, but she continued to follow
instructions.

Gently she slid her fingers up from her knees, over the lacy tops of the
stockings onto the incredibly smooth skin of her inner thighs until she
felt the lace of the panties on her fingers, and then back down to her
knees only to repeat the motion on a slightly different path.

"Is your kitty tingling...? Mine sure is" the teenager said through a
giggle.

"Oh God!" Dianne moaned as her pussy lips seemed to be extending, reaching
toward the exploring fingers that came so tantalizingly close but never
arrived.

The quivering woman could feel her juices now running into the crack of her
ass.

"OK honey, slowly... slowly..." the girl panted. "Use one hand to pull your
bra down. Get those beautiful tits out."

It was Vicki's turn to groan as she envisioned those long suck-able nipples
being released from their confinement.

Again, seeming to have no mind of her own the woman on the bed followed
orders. She peeled the silk and lace cups away from her heaving breasts one
by one. The lace at the top of the cups caught on her ridged pleasure buds
which sent a shock wave of joy between her spread legs. Another stream of
sweet nectar rolled from between the pouting lips below.

"I want you to stroke those big hard nipples for me, nice and
gentle... then use your finger nail... right on the very tip."

Vicki snatched the head set from her ear and dropped it on the floor. With
a quick upward twisting motion she peeled her nightshirt off. She returned
the communication device to her ear as she sat totally naked on her bedroom
floor mimicking the movements she was asking Dianne to make. There was a
lot of groaning but neither woman was sure which sounds were hers and which
came from her partner.

Dianne's right hand was still stroking her thigh. She knew it was cheating
but she was no longer able to keep her fingers from stroking her bulging
vulva through the saturated crotch of the silk panties. The lips of her sex
felt impossibly large under the soaking material.

Vicki sat with the soles of her feet together in front of her bedroom
mirror.  The position gave her a marvelous view of her wet pink girlhood in
full bloom. Not bound by her own rules she began to play with her slippery
labia.

"Tap your pussy." The girl said suddenly and began to tap her own sex as if
to demonstrate.

"Give it a little slap" <gasp> "right up on top... on the bone..."

Another gasp sounded as she sat gently spanking her cunt. The wail she
heard in the ear piece was almost frightening.

"Don't cum yet, don't you cum! Not until I tell you!" The teenager's hand
had stopped tapping and started a gentle circular motion just barely
touching her slick vulva. Her left hand continued to pleasure her right
breast and nipple. The inside of her forearm was rubbing on her other
breast providing some stimulation.

"Take your panties off," Vicki said, closing her eyes and envisioning the
erotic scene in her boss's bedroom.

The older woman had to force her hands to stop their intensely pleasurable
activity. Rising from her bed, she hooked her fingers in the waistband and
pushed the elastic over her butt and hips; gravity did the rest.

The sensual lingerie hit the floor around her ankles with a very soft
splash. Feeling the cool air on her steaming lips it was impossible for the
nearly naked woman to resist putting her hand between her legs. The motion
her hand and fingers commenced was instinctive. Quick little circles on the
hood of her clitoris followed by a rapid up and down motion that brought
her finger tips onto her protruding inner labia. Scooping some of the
slippery fluid that was flowing out, the fingers curled retracting the
protective skin over her love button. The thick juice was applied liberally
to the pulsating pleasure center, and the whole primal choreography was
repeated again and again.

Dianne was standing bow-legged beside her bed, her experienced fingers
franticly working their magic on her aching vulva. Victoria sat on her
bedroom floor. The motion of her hand and fingers was remarkably
similar. Both women panted and groaned in harmony. The squishy splashing
sounds of their pussies could be heard like a back beat.

The force of her orgasm threw Dianne back onto her bed. Bolts of pure
pleasure shot through her belly and her legs began to convulse. The
enraptured woman rolled onto her side, pulling her knees up and trapping
her still twitching hand between the soft slipperiness of her thighs.

She heard a strange buzzing in the delirium of the post orgasmic after
shocks. The sound wasn't in her head she realized, it was coming from
somewhere else. It seemed important to identify the source. With her head
clearing a little the shivering woman recognized the sound. A telephone
dial tone--the girl had disconnected.

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Dianne snoozed for a while after the phone call. The post orgasmic nap was
always so restful.

`It must be all the endorphins in your blood stream' she reasoned;

'Ounce for ounce they're more powerful than heroin.'

Purposefully stripping off her bra and tossing it in the general direction
of the hamper--she headed for the shower. Even with extra attention to her
upper thighs and crotch she was out in moments. A quick dry, then back to
the lingerie drawer. This time she chose white. Her favorite style of bra
and panty set hugged her like an old friend. Pulling on the grey
thigh-highs with the slight brown tint a new stirring in her loins
began. The closet yielded a white silk blouse and a navy mini skirt--she
was good to go.

Shopping was a little tedious but with her parcels securely in the trunk
she headed for home. She had passed the nondescript restaurant before she
realized,

`That's it... that's where she works.'

It was not a place that would normally attract her attention, but Dianne
made a quick turn to position her car to enter the small parking area from
its rear access.

'Should I go in?' she sat and pondering.

`What the hell?' she thought.`I'll just check the joint out.'

Straightening her short skirt she entered the somewhat dingy establishment.

Everything was clean enough it was just worn. The place had been in need of
a face lift for at least ten years.

Dianne found and empty booth near the back and seated herself so that she
could see most of the restaurant. She was searching for Vicki without
success. When she finally spied the girl, she was standing in a little
alcove, where the servers picked up their orders.

The waitresses wore uniforms that were as dated as the restaurant
itself. An `A' line polyester dress; the front and back panels were a cream
colour while the sides were an orangey-pink. Her teenaged friend accented
the uniform with pink thigh high stockings.

Vicki was standing so close to her co-worker that Dianne felt a pang in her
heart.

'Jealousy?' she scolded herself.

Unmistakably, the other waitress a twenty something "Barbie doll", had her
hand on Vicki's shoulder. The two servers picked up their orders and
proceeded to deliver them. Without staring Dianne observed Vicki at work
out of the corner of her eye.

After her Lawn-Girl set the order on the table she was surprised to see the
strawberry haired nymph approaching her booth.

Vicki put both hands on the worn melamine surface and snarled,

"This isn't even my table."

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have come in" Dianne said as she started to rise.

Putting her hand on the older woman's shoulder the teenaged waitress pushed
her back down.

"You came too soon this morning... after I told you not to!" the teenager's
voice had a cry in it.

"I couldn't cum... Do you know what that's like?"

Then, without waiting for a reply,

"I need to teach you a lesson."

Vicki turned and headed back to the order pick up counter. As the girl
retreated Dianne couldn't prevent herself from admiring the firm round
teenaged butt.

When she arrived at the serving area she looked over her shoulder, and then
bent from the waist to pick up some stray French Fries. The action caused
the short uniform to rise almost to the middle of those beautiful butt
cheeks. Victoria deliberately opened her legs wider to give her audience of
one a view of the panty clad triangle between her legs framed by the
delicate lace of the stockings.

The jolt that struck between Dianne's legs made wince. The woman with the
grass that was too wet to be cut noticed that her Lawn-girl was looking
between her legs with a covert grin.

Realizing the imprudence of this whole episode the nattily dressed woman
headed for the door without ordering anything.

When she arrived home, Dianne unloaded her packages. Putting all of her
purchases away seemed to take forever.

In the mean time the rain had stopped and left a miserable grey sky behind.
When she was finally done she proceeded to the patio to ponder the brief
conversation at the restaurant.

`What did she say? "I didn't cum"... "don't you know what that's
like"... "I need to teach you a lesson..." What did all of that mean?'

The home owner sat there not able to find a line of logic that really fit
the words. Tired from the shopping trip she dozed.

Something made her open her eyes.

There SHE was standing at the corner of her house.

"My pussy has been dripping all day because of you," Vicki said in an
accusatory tone.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know..." Dianne pleaded in her slumber induced grog.

"You didn't know!" the girl snarled. "I told you not to cum until I said
so."

"I... I couldn't help it," the older woman cried, hoping for forgiveness.

"Well that's just not good enough!" Vicki retorted.

The girl sat down on one of the other patio chairs and began to peel off
her stockings.

The home owner sat mesmerized as the teenager crossed her legs, ankle over
knee, to roll the silky stockings down her supple legs. Peeking under the
short 70's dress she didn't see the white panty crotch that the girl had
teased her with at the restaurant. Unfortunately it was too dark under
there to really see anything.

Once the stockings were removed the girl stood back up--taking the short
steps to where her boss was sitting Vicki said,

"Now you have to watch me."

Dianne looked up at her Lawn Girl, but somehow could not comprehend what
she was saying. The after effects of her too brief nap sapped her power of
understanding.

"You have to just watch and suffer!" Victoria reached into the small purse
that hung on her shoulder and pulled out her panties.

"I got so WET that I had to take them off," the teenager announced tossing
the cotton underpants in Dianne's direction.

The older woman was so surprised by the action that she failed to mount any
defense for the on coming panties. The girl's soiled underwear hit the
older woman in the forehead and fell naturally down onto her face.

Dianne closed her eyes inhaling the girl's sweet sent. She felt Vicki's
hands on her wrist, but she was so enraptured by the scent that filled her
nostrils and her brain that she ignored it.

Dianne moved her head to get a better position on the crotch of her lover's
undergarment but the motion caused it to fall off her face and into her
lap. It was then that she realized that her young guest had used the
recently removed stockings to tie her wrists to the arms of the patio
chair. Dianne's pussy was already fluttering but now her heart joined in
the rapid beat.

"What... what's HAPPENING? What are you DOING?" Dianne squealed in real
fear.

"I told you I was going to teach you a lesson" the teenager said smugly;
"and here it comes."

The woman tied to the chair was panting like a dog. She had been so turned
on by her young guest that her breasts and pussy were begging for
attention, but now she found herself restrained--the arousal was mixed with
terror.

"I'm going to get myself off, and you're going to watch without being able
to do a damn thing for yourself."

Just like before Dianne heard the words but could not seem to comprehend
the girl's meaning.

`She's tied me with her stockings... I won't be hard to get free of them'
Dianne thought.

`I'm not really tied up; it's just a game.'

When she tried to move her arms Dianne found to her surprise and
consternation that she was practically unable to move them at all.

Fear was overtaking arousal as she came to the realization that she was
HELPLESS and totally at the whim of her teenaged assailant.

"I want to show you how you left me this morning," Vicki growled.

She quickly opened the zippered front of her polyester uniform and just as
quickly shrugged it off her shoulders. Underneath she was completely
naked. Her firm round breasts stood out from her chest defying gravity. Her
belly heaved with emotion or arousal or both.

The girl's hand went to the apex of her thighs,

"SEE!" she demanded.

Dianne saw alright.

There on full display were the fabulous protruding labia she had only been
able to imagine up to now. Victoria pulled upward on her vulva causing her
whole vulva to tilt forward. The girl's glistening clit popped up so bright
pink it was almost fluorescent. The bulging paler pink lips below also had
the glint of extreme arousal. Dianne's hand tried to go to her pulsing
nipples but in anguish she discovered that the silky restraints prevented
any such relief.

"I just couldn't get off after YOU came this morning," the girl moaned as
her fingers began their slow gentle rotation on the hood of her clitoris.

"I played with my pussy for half an hour but I just couldn't cum."

The pace of the girl's fingers varied from almost slow motion [were they
even moving?] to so rapid they were a blur. At some point the diddling
digits pulled away and came back down on the foaming labia with a
resounding slap.

Dianne wasn't sure if there was any pattern to the fingering but she knew
the scent of the aroused pussy was assailing her nose. Any fear was
completely eclipsed by the erotic vision before her.

Vicki dipped her fingers deep into her streaming girlhood. When she pulled
them out she whispered,

"I bet you'd love a taste."

The wicked girl brought her goo covered fingers toward her captive's
mouth. Dianne's tongue automatically shot out to capture the sweet
nectar. With amazing dexterity Vicki dodged the older woman's tongue and
deposited the spoils from her saturated pussy on the restrained woman's
upper lip.

"There now you can sniff that while I finish."

The restrained woman tried to speak but only unintelligible grunts came
out.

Dianne honestly though she was going to explode. Every sensual nerve in her
body was vibrating like a tuning fork; and every one of them felt like they
were pushing out through her skin. Unable to stroke or touch or in any way
alleviate the intense excitement the poor woman thought she might go mad.

In spite of the torment she was not able to take her eyes off the
teenager's vulva. The girl's fingers were now constantly a blur and her
pelvis had begun to thrust. There was a guttural scream and Dianne saw the
ejaculate hit the girl's thigh just above her knee, and start trickling
down on to her calf.

Dianne's groan of frustration provided harmony.

"Mmmm... that was pretty good!" Victoria sighed as her climax subsided.

"Want a taste?" she asked extending her cum soaked hand toward her
prisoner.

Again Dianne's tongue shot out, but this time she wasn't teased. Vicki
allowed her captive to lap the sweet juice from her hand.

"I gotta get cleaned up," the teenager said as she headed for the door to
the house.

"You can't LEAVE me like this!" Dianne protested. Even SHE wasn't sure
whether she was talking about the restraints or her unbearable state of
arousal but she knew that panic was setting in.

"I'll be back," the girl said from the doorway.

Almost under her breath as she entered the house she added,

"Eventually..."