Date: Sat, 6 Nov 1999 16:33:41 -0800 (PST)
From: Selena Anders <selena33_ca@yahoo.com>
Subject: Margaret

Margaret 01 Wednesday

It was time to find a job, anything to keep from
getting to be a bored and boring housewife.  I was 37,
and my youngest daughters were most of the way through
high school, and quite capable of taking care of
themselves.  My husband was frequently away for months
at a time, building oil refineries all over the world.
Not that I needed the money; my husband's profession
had made us fairly wealthy.  I just wanted to keep
busy, but after nineteen years of being a mother, I
didn't have a lot of work experience.  Oh well, I was
ready to start at the bottom.  I looked in the paper
for the help wanted ads.  One that immediately caught
my eye announced:  NO EXPERIENCE NECESSARY!  Sales
hostess for unique product line.  555-1234

So I called the number, and the young woman who
answered asked me to come in that afternoon. So I
hurried to put on a professional-looking linen suit.
As I was getting changed, I stopped to appraise myself
in the full-length mirror.  My figure is still slim,
mostly as a result of mowing my own lawn, and three
days a week at the gym.  My skin is as clear and
smooth as the best of moisturizing creams can keep it.
 My hair is a thick auburn mop, and when I let it down
it comes almost to my nipples.  My C-cup breasts have
not begun to sag, and they nicely filled my white lace
bra. My hands started to stroke the matching lace
between my thighs, but it was time to finish dressing,
and go.

I arrived at the unimpressive white concrete building
in an industrial part of town, and noticed the
one-word sign painted by the door, "EROS".  A pretty
young girl guarded the reception room.  She had pale
blonde hair in a short pixie cut, and a bright smile
that reminded me of my young daughters.  But it was
the way she was dressed that really caught my eye.
She wore a short camisole in bright green satin, and
very little else!  It was just barely long enough to
cover the essentials.

She picked up a phone and spoke into it, informing
someone of my arrival, then invited me to have a seat
in a comfortable arm chair.  There was a coffee maker
near the chair, and she asked me if I would like a
cup.  When I said yes, she bent over to pour, and that
camisole rose up, exposing her rear end covered only
in the most transparent of sheer panties.  It was
clear to me that she wanted me to see that sight,
especially when she turned around and bent over again
to hand me the coffee cup.  The loose satin fell away
from her chest, giving me an excellent view of her
little breasts with their pink rose bud nipples.  Then
she sat in a chair opposite me, and made a show of
crossing her legs in a way that guaranteed me a quick
view of her pubic patch under those transparent
panties.  "I hope you like working here at EROS." She
said, as she uncrossed her legs to give me another
flash of her woman-ness.

In spite of myself, I was starting to feel somewhat
excited by this display of her charms.  So to avoid
the issue, I asked her exactly what the job entailed.
"Oh, you organize lingerie parties!"  she explained,
"You call up other women and ask them to invite a
group of their friends over to their house, and then
you go and sell them the lingerie we make right here!
This camisole is one of our products.  I always wear
something we make right here, while I'm at work.  Do
you like it?"  With that she cupped her little breasts
in her hands, as if to give them to me.  I barely
managed to resist the impulse to reach out and caress
her nipples, under the guise of feeling the fabric.

('Stop it!' I told myself. 'This girl is young enough
to be your daughter!) ('Yes, but you haven't gotten
laid in seven months while your husband has been
away!)

I was saved from this embarrassing situation by the
phone.  When it rang she jumped up and grabbed it,
once again bending over the desk to give me a perfect
view of her pert posterior.  After a moment she turned
and told me that the boss would see me now in the show
room.  She rocked back on her desk for a moment to
give me a last flash of the curls between her thighs,
then went to open a door for me to enter the place of
my interview.

The woman who sat on a long table was startlingly
beautiful.  A sheer black teddy with a lace front
clung to her perfect figure, and luminous hazel eyes
gazed at me from amid a frame of blue-black hair that
hung almost to her waist.  "My name is Valena
Tremblay.  Welcome to EROS."  It could have been
either a polite civility referring to the company, or
an invitation to a love affair.  I tore my eyes from
hers and looked around.  The big table dominated a
room which was bright under fluorescent light, with
white floor and ceiling and was that were lined with
shelves and clothes racks.  The shelves supported
bust-manikins wearing bras of lace and satin and
sheers.  The walls sported an incredible variety of
panties in similar fabrics, all pinned up for display.
 The racks held everything from elegant peignoir sets
to transparent merry-widows.

"Please look around and select five items you like the
best."  The woman's voice brought me back to the fact
of the interview.  This was some kind of test.  Partly
to buy time to regain my composure, and partly because
there was so much to choose from, it was a good twenty
minutes before I finished choosing.  I laid each item
on the table around this dark-haired beauty, as she
steadily regarded me.  When I was done she spoke
again, "Part of this job involves modeling our
products.  Please take one of your five choices and
show it off for me."  I looked around for a changing
room, and not finding one, I moved a rack of long
negligees so that it provided a screen between me and
my potential employer.  Then I gathered my first
choice, a multi-layered confection of pale blue
chiffon with silver trim, and ducked behind my
make-shift screen.  I could see over the negligee
rack, and noted that her eyes never left me as I
stripped down, then pulled that cloud of slightly
stiff fabric over my head.  Then I emerged from my
hiding place and presented myself to the creator of
this lovely nightie.  I was acutely conscious of the
fact that my pale brown nipples showed clearly through
the cloth, but for some reason this excited me rather
than being embarrassing.  Even as I faced that
incredibly seductive woman, I also was confident of my
own attractiveness, and proud to show it off to her.
I did a little pirouette, making the ankle-length
skirt fly out and drawing a breath of fresh air up
between my thighs.  I stopped turning with my hands on
my hips, pushing my pelvis out toward her in a
challenging pose.  "Hold it right there." she ordered,
and walked to where a phone was mounted on the wall.
"Hi Cindy," she spoke "Come in here and tell me what
you think."

The receptionist entered almost immediately, "Oh, you
picked that one! You look wonderful in it!" she
applauded happily.  "Now step up on this table, which
is also a model's runway, and show us how you move."

I put a hand on the table to give it a shove, but it
didn't budge, so I decided it was probably safe.  I
used a chair to step up onto its cool marble surface
as Cindy gathered my other choices and hung them on a
nearby rack.  Valena Tremblay moved gracefully to a
chair near Cindy, as I reminded myself not to be
nervous.  I walked to the other end of the table,
making sure the long full skirt swayed from side to
side.  I felt the stiff sheer fabric brush against my
nipples, which responded by becoming more erect.
"Thank you," Valena smiled at me, "Cindy, the cami
next, I think."

I had chosen a cute little item almost identical to
the one Cindy wore, except in a peach colour.  As I
ducked behind my clothes rack with it, I heard Valena
say, "Cindy, my shoulders, please."  Over the rack I
could see Cindy move to massage her boss's shoulders.
I quickly pulled off the long blue chiffon, and
slipped into the peach satin.  The new fabric accented
my swollen nipples, so I pinched them a bit, teasing
them until they stood even higher.  I noticed that
Cindy's hands had moved from Valena's shoulders to her
breasts, and the thought of her nipples receiving the
same treatment I was giving mine excited me. I walked
out and stepped up onto the table.  It was only then
that I realized that this garment was so short, that
with me up on the table, my interviewer could see
every hair of my pussy!

I almost panicked then, but I controlled myself, and
began to walk the length of the table.  Thinking about
my exposed pussy made me start to get wet down there,
so I decided to enjoy it.  I skipped lightly along,
and when I reached the far end near Valena and Cindy,
I bashfully covered my breasts with my hands, which
only made the camisole's hem rise even higher.  Then I
sank to a kneeling position, with my knees far apart
to ensure them an excellent view of my slightly parted
pussy lips.  "Very good."  Valena smiled, "Cindy, the
bra and panty set, but instead of panty 13, let's have
13B."

One of my choices was a black lace push-up bra, with
matching French-cut panties, but Cindy quickly traded
the latter for another, which looked identical.  I
took them behind my screen, and moments later
discovered the difference in the panties.  This pair
had a large opening in the middle of the crotch!  So I
put them on as best I could, then slowly walked out
and stepped up on the table.  The panties felt
uncomfortable as I walked along with what I hoped was
a sassy stride.  But Valena stopped me, "No, no dear.
You're not wearing those properly.  Come here and let
me help you.  Now sit down on the edge of the table.
The two parts do not go together down your slit.
Instead, they separate over your mound, to pass
between your outer lips and your thighs, so that your
pretty sex is framed."  Her long elegant fingers
parted the two slim strips of panty fabric, and
arranged them as she was explaining.  In the process,
her fingertips also spread the lips of my pussy and
brushed against my clitoris.  I let out an involuntary
gasp, and she smiled at me.  "And such a wet and ready
sex it is too.  Would you like to kiss me?"

I didn't even think about not getting the job if I
didn't kiss her.  I did want to, and I wanted a lot
more too.  My husband was never home, and I didn't
want to be unfaithful with another man, but this woman
was arousing a lust in me that I had almost forgotten
myself capable of.  So I reached for her shoulders and
drew her to me, and our lips met.  She might have
wanted to take things slowly, but such was my hunger
that instantly my mouth was open and my tongue was
seeking hers.  She did not resist.  After a few
minutes she broke off our kiss, and her mouth began to
make its way up my cheek, across my eyebrows, around
my ear, down my neck.  "Yes! Please!" I breathed as
her tongue left a trail of dampness between my
breasts.  That little lace bra had not fully covered
my nipples, and moved aside easily to let her lips
close around a pale brown bud.  I moaned in pleasure
as she gently pushed me back so that I was lying
across the table.  I closed my eyes and gave myself up
to her love-making.

I felt her lace-clad breasts brush across my lower
belly, as her mouth teased from one of my nipples to
the other.  Then suddenly other lips joined hers.  I
opened my eyes to see Cindy's cute little face
grinning at me as she sucked one of my tits into her
mouth.  Having two mouths at my breasts was almost too
much.  The place that was exposed and framed by the
erotic panties I wore cried out for attention.  It
squirmed from side to side as I gently pushed Valena's
head down there.  Teasing me still, she licked ever so
slowly down my belly as her hands caressed my inner
thighs.  "Please!" I cried, longing for the release of
her tongue in my pussy.  But Valena would not be
hurried.

I reached for Cindy's nude little body, and drew her
to me so that my mouth could latch onto the pretty
pink nipples that adorned her pointy little tits.  She
cooperated eagerly, dipping first one then the other
into my waiting open mouth.

Finally, Valena's talented tongue brushed along the
lips of my pussy.  Then it plunged into me, reaching
deep into my vagina.  I wailed in ecstasy as she
probed toward my long-forgotten g-spot, but her tongue
was not quite long enough to reach there.  I was about
to explode in frustration, but Valena knew just what
to do.  Two fingers slipped easily into my desperately
open cunt, as her mouth moved to suck my clitoris in
between her teeth.  My world exploded as Valena
flicked her tongue across my clit.  Stars danced in my
eyes, and sparks tingled my nipples, and a rush of my
sex juices poured forth into Valena's eager mouth.

Cindy jumped up and kissed Valena long and deep,
sharing between them the taste of my sex.  Then Cindy
went to get my clothes, as Valena told me I got the
job.  When Cindy returned, Valena picked my bra and
panties out of the pile, and held the panties up to
her nose.  She inhaled deeply, then asked, "Shall we
trade?"

I agreed, and so without me removing the skimpy black
bra and open panties, Cindy helped me back into my
suit.  Then she provided me with a smart-looking small
suitcase which was already packed with company
instruction booklet, order forms, and a variety of
lingerie samples.  She also packed in it my other four
choices from the interview.

I drove home in a daze.  Suddenly my life had new
horizons, not only of work, but also of sex.  I
realized that a whole new world of women was waiting
to be explored.  I lifted my skirt and drove with my
left hand while my right hand explored the
possibilities of the open-crotch panties I still wore.
 I wondered if I could please a woman half so well as
my new employer had pleased me.  But I felt ready to
take up the challenge.

I pulled into the driveway at home, and walked into
the house.  The sound of riotous giggling reached my
ears, and I immediately wondered what the girls were
up to.  I have three daughters.  Rachel is 19, and
just started at university, where she is getting
excellent marks.  She has grown her soft brown hair
almost down to her waist, and keeps her little figure
in good shape.

Elizabeth and Jessica are identical twins, both 18,
and will probably tie each other for prom queen when
they finish school.  They are both 5'6", with perfect
slim figures, sun-streaked blonde hair, and eyes the
colour of the water on a Carribean beach.  They are
both very bright, but their interest in clothing and
social activities hurts their grades a bit, so they
only have B+ averages.  Nobody can tell them apart
except for me and Rachel.  I am very proud of all of
my daughters, but this laughter needed to be
investigated.

I silently climbed the stairs until I could see into
Rachel's room.  It was a huge clutter of fabric bits
and other teenage junk.  The sewing machine was set up
on Rachel's desk, and clearly the girls had been
pursuing some sort of project.  But what really
dominated the scene was Elizabeth, standing nude with
her legs spread wide, while an equally naked Jessica
and Rachel devoured their sister, licking at her
thighs and private parts until she lost her balance in
the midst of a powerful orgasm.  Then Jessica and
Rachel helped their sister over to the bed, where
Jessie immediately began to pull Rachel's clothing
off.

I didn't know what to think.  Here were my three
daughters indulging in the delights I had jus now
learned were mine for the asking.  But I instinctively
knew that I had to assert myself, to make my authority
felt.  So I marched up the rest of the stairs to the
doorway of Rachel's room and commanded, "STOP!"  All
three froze for a moment, then made a mad scramble to
find anything they could to cover their nudity, so I
barked at them "Don't move!"

They obeyed.  Each looked up from Rachel's bed, with
varying looks of fear and contrition on their faces,
as I walked into the room.  Nearest to me was Jessica,
so I walked over to her, bent down and took her left
nipple into my mouth.  I gave it a quick suck, then
moved to her right nipple and did the same.  Then it
was Rachel's turn to receive the same, so each of her
nipples required the same two seconds or so of sucking
kiss.  It might have been almost comical as each girl
held absolutely still for my lips to enclose their
rosy nipples, but their looks of fear ended any
possibility of amusement.  Finally I touched my lips
and tongue to Elizabeth's perfect breasts.  Then,
standing, I told them, "I see you ladies have begun to
learn something about sex.  I expect you to strive for
the same excellence as you display in your other
endeavours.  From now on, I expect each of you to
spend one night each week with me so I can check on
your progress.  Until then I suggest that you all
spend the night in the big bed in the guest room, and
teach each other what you can."  Then I turned and
walked out.

I have no idea what posessed me to instruct my
daughters so.  Perhaps it was today's realization that
men are always away, while women are present and
desirable.  Perhaps my awakening desire for the love
of my own sex simply encountered three very desirable
young women.  I headed for my bedroom, and eventually
fell asleep.
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