Date: Mon, 21 Feb 2000 21:29:01 -0800 (PST)
From: Selena Anders <selena33_ca@yahoo.com>
Subject: margaret-30

Somehow Jessie, Elizabeth and I managed to get our rack of wet swimwear
back through the crowd to our showroom.  We grabbed our coolie hats and
order pads, and went right back out to join the party.  A pretty
waitress walked up to us with a tray of champagne glasses, and I didn't
object when my 17-year-olds helped themselves.  They had earned it.
"Excuse me," the waitress said to me, "but that woman over there would
like to talk to you."

I looked where she was pointing and there was a young woman in her late
twenties, looking at me over the top of her sunglasses.  She wore a
slick black racing swimsuit, and had a big black binder in her lap.  I
left the twins to their own devices, and walked toward her.

"Hi, I'm Katie," she rose and extended her hand, almost catching her
large breasts as she closed her binder.

"Margaret, from EROS." I responded and hugged her, ignoring the
notebook between our bellies.  She tensed a bit as I nuzzled her neck,
and I realized she was basically shy.  The binder might have a real
business purpose, but it was also a shield to hide behind.

"Uh, maybe we could find a table under the palm trees, not so close to
the middle of things?" she asked.  I was here to try to get orders, but
Katie seemed to be as good a bet as anyone, so I agreed.  We strolled
away from the crowd, and I was acutely aware of Katie's long looks at
my body under the flowing lace.  We found a small round table in the
shade, up against the terrace rail.  I sat down right away, and Katie
dragged her chair around so we were side by side, and could look
together back at the party on the terrace.

After a few awkward moments, Katie told me, "I, I'm kind of new at
this. Until three weeks ago I was a top journalism graduate, but then I
got this job as a reporter for a magazine called 'Countercurrents'.
It's the internal newsletter for a big finance company called Saphco,
which only accepts women as investors, and only lends to totally
women-owned firms.  I go around to all sorts of places to write stories
about where the company has placed its money, and where it is thinking
of investing.  My editor wanted me to see your line, and report on it.
The rumor is that after this show your company EROS might get enough
orders to seriously need money to expand its production ability.
Saphco might be prepared to lend or buy shares to finance EROS into the
big-time.  I'd really like to get an advance look at your designs for
tomorrow and Saturday's shows."

The poor dear was talking so fast, it was as if a wall of words was
supposed to cover her nervousness.  So, being a mother, I slipped my
hand under the table cloth to put a calming hand on Katie's thigh.  I
wasn't actually groping the girl, just trying to get her to slow down.
"I have this glass of champagne, and you don't have a drink.  Let's get
you something."  I waved at a passing young man and asked him to find
us one of the wandering champagne girls. All the time while doing this
I gently stroked Katie's thigh.  OK, so I was groping her, but she
didn't seem to mind.

We talked about Saphco for a while, and she talked about the few places
she had been to write stories so far.  As she talked, I gazed into her
big brown eyes, framed by wild reddish-brown curls that fell to her
shoulders.  Gradually I became aware that her thighs had spread under
the table and one was pressing against my knee, so I allowed my fingers
to wander deeper, and higher, along her silken thigh.

A waitress brought a glass of champagne and Katie gulped it, in between
telling me about how she never thought she would end up working for an
all-female corporation before, and she thought that some of the women
she worked for might be lesbians, and wouldn't that be weird?  She was
still talking a mile a minute as I tried to calm her by slowly stroking
her thigh.  Eventually she ran out of words, as my little finger
wandered up her thigh and brushed softly against her pubic mound.

It was as if I had hit the off switch.  Katie stopped speaking and just
stared at me.  I continued to stroke the edge of her swimsuit right at
the top of her thigh, and smiled as I let my fingertips slide softly
down the smooth nylon to come to rest right over her clitoris.  I had
only had my first experience with a woman 15 days before, but since
then I had developed a sense of touch that allowed me to locate a
clitty deep within the most voluptuous of pussies.

"Are you all right?" I asked.

"I, I think so.  It's just that, nobody's ever touched me like that
before."

"Really?" I was truly surprised.  "Surely a pretty girl like you should
have had boyfriends."  I didn't stop slowly massaging her pussy through
the cloth, and was delighted to feel her thighs part even farther.

"Sure I have, but you know how boys are, grabbing you and trying to
pull your clothes off.  They aren't gentle like," Katie gasped as my
exploring finger ran lightly down her slit, feeling the soft folds
through the thin nylon of her suit, "like you."

"Tell me more about this Saphco company." I urged Katie as my middle
finger pressed firmly against her perineum, tugging the fabric of her
swimsuit toward the entrance of her vagina.

"It has offices all over the world, usually, oh that feels nice,
usually at places called, ummm yes!  Right there!  Usually at places
called the Sapphire, Oh God Yes!  The Sapphire Club.  Oh Yes!  Do me
just like that!"

My mind was reeling, and I thought fast as I kept on masturbating this
delicious young reporter.  It couldn't be a coincidence.  The Sapphire
Club of my own home town had to be owned by this world-wide women's
corporation.  Was there a conspiracy to take over EROS?  I had to find
out more, and my opportunity was literally at hand.  I added my index
finger to the pressure forcing Katie's swimsuit crotch up inside her
cunt, while my thumb made slow firm circles around her clit.

Katie's eyes were closed and it looked as though she was about to drop
her champagne glass, so I rescued it from her fingers.  "Where is the
head office of Saphco?" I asked.

"It's,  It's,  Oh God!  Yes!  I'm cummminnnng!"  Katie choked her voice
off, trying not to draw attention to us.  The strain made her look
almost as if she were choking, and I cursed myself for not getting more
information from her before making her cum.  So as I eased off the
pressure, I knew I would have to get her in private for a more intimate
exchange of details.  As she settled down, I slipped a finger inside
the leg-hole of her swimsuit to dip it into her cunt, then withdrew it
to lift it to my lips for a taste.

Katie's cunt cream was the nectar of the Gods, giving me a shudder of
glorious anticipation of tasting it direct.  Her eyes fluttered open
and I extended my fingers for her to share her own taste.  I gazed into
her eyes as she sucked on my fingers; and asked her, "Now why don't we
go somewhere and talk, a little more intimately."

"Uh, sure!" she said, and we both rose from the table as Katie adjusted
the lower part of her swimsuit.  Katie seemed to know where she wanted
to go, and I was willing to follow.  We walked down the beach in
silence, past the beach houses, and I smiled as we passed number 419,
where Melanie, Lori and Natalie were staying.

Suddenly I stopped.  I didn't want to think of myself as an industrial
spy, using sex to find out about what some pretty young woman was going
to write about my company.  I didn't want to be that superficial.  So I
stopped Katie and turned her to me.  She really was very attractive.  I
pulled her to me and her lips parted as I moved to kiss her.  We stood
there on the beach, our arms around each other as her binder dropped to
the sand, and our tongues forgot about time as we simply enjoyed a long
sensuous moment, then another, and another.

Finally we had to come up for air, and Katie didn't object as I picked
up her binder and we resumed our walk down the beach, our arms around
each other's waists.  A big man watched us from a chair in front of the
last beach house, and we finally came to a two-story building painted
white with bright pink trim.  This turned out to be Katie's hotel.
Together we walked up the stairs to the second floor and along the
balcony that looked over the beach.

Katie stopped me in front of a door, and pointed at the binder.  Inside
it was a key, looped onto one of the snap-rings.  Wordlessly we entered
the room and I set the binder aside as she closed the door.  It was
dark except for bars of bright afternoon sun slashing in between the
venetian blinds.  Slowly I reached for her sunglasses and removed them.
 She responded by stepping closer and starting to undo the buttons of
my light cotton mini-dress.

Slowly Katie sank to her knees until she loosened the last button of my
dress. With a shrug of my shoulders I let it fall to the floor, leaving
me standing in a satin bra and g-string, with my fingers entangled in
her wild curls.  Tentatively she lifted a hand to touch my sex through
the soft satin.  I gasped at her soft caress, and held still as she
slid the g-string down my legs.  She gazed up at me and barely
whispered, "What do we do next?"

Wearing only my bra, I moved just a few feet to sit on the edge of the
bed, almost dragging Katie by the hair.  I spread my legs wide and lay
back, "You lick me." I replied.  Slowly I guided the girl's face into
my crotch.  I felt her breath against the damp folds of my pussy, and
shivered in delight.  Almost as if she were afraid, her lips brushed
against mine, and her tongue reached out to lick me gently.

I let go of Katie's hair and just lay back to enjoy.  Slowly, as if
afraid of hurting me, she kissed her way down my slit, and licked her
way back up it.  "Oh, that was so nice.  Do that again!"  I breathed.
And she did!  With lips on the way down and tongue on the way back,
again and again her mouth teased at my naked pussy.  "Lick deeper!" I
urged, and I almost exploded as at the next pass her tongue plunged
deep into my cunt hole then immediately left it to slide up toward my
aching clit.

Suddenly I went crazy, desperately wanting her soft sexy tongue to be
both stroking my clit and probing my vagina at the same time.  Of
course it couldn't happen that way, and all the poor girl knew was to
go slowly and lusciously from one to the other, and that was going to
drive me absolutely nuts!  "Suck my clit!  Stay there!  Suck on it!"  I
cried out in desperation, and finally she got the idea.  Somewhat
roughly she sucked my clitoris in between her teeth and rolled her
tongue round and round it, but something was still missing.  I needed
her tongue in my cunt.

It was driving me insane, teetering on the edge of orgasm, knowing that
if I asked her to lick my vagina she would have to abandon my clit.
What was wrong???

Then the world exploded.  As Katie's tongue continued to swirl around
my pleasure button, somehow it occurred to her to reach up and slide a
finger, then two into my yearning love tunnel.  "YESSsssss!"  I cried
loud and long, and I must have frightened the poor girl because she
looked up from her duty at my clit, and I had to grab her hair again to
mash her face back down into my place of delight.

After the tidal wave of my orgasm receded I realized that in my
desperate desire to cum I had totally forgotten about fingers.  Again I
looked down the length of my body to Katie's anxious face.  It was as
if she didn't dare ask, "Was it really nice for you?"

I drew her up slowly until her knees were on the bed astride my hips,
and her face looked down at me.  "It was wonderful, Katie.  You are a
wonder.  May I take your swimsuit off?"  Without waiting for a reply, I
reached and pulled the black nylon shoulder straps down her arms, and
her D-cup breasts hung free, brushing against my satin bra, her hard
pink nipples beginning to get me turned on all over again.

I practically ripped Katie's straps down over her hands and pushed the
rest of the suit down over her hips.  "Get up here and stand over my
face!" I hissed urgently at her, and she scrambled to do my bidding.
With the black Speedo hanging down over me I grabbed it and hauled it
down Katie's legs.  As she tried to step out of it on the bouncing bed,
Katie lost her balance and fell, her neatly trimmed pussy bouncing
against my mouth.

Instantly I grabbed at Katie's hips and forced my face firmly into the
fur of her snatch.  After that delectable taste on the terrace, I was
eager for more; lots more.  I gazed up at her taught belly as my tongue
continued to reach for her clit.  My hands slid up her hard thighs to
her tight ass, and pulled her pelvis hard against my mouth.  Her pussy
was already totally saturated with fantastic-tasting fuck-juice, as I
slurped away between the lips of her sweet pussy.

The fingers of my right hand found the entrance to Katie's love tunnel,
and attempted to enter, but they were stopped.  It was as if the flow
of Katie's love juice came from a crack in a rock, primordial and
unyielding.  Undaunted, I pressed a single finger against her entrance;
and slowly, as I slurped away at her hard wet clit, the darkness began
to yield.  Katie's hips started to grind back and forth, grinding
against my tongue and nose as her fuck juice flowed steadily from the
wellspring and down over my cheeks and chin.

Softly, my index finger slid into that hard cunt, still feeling the
pressure of her entrance muscles clamping down to resist the entry of
any second finger.  So the challenge was on again, as I pressed my
middle finger gently but insistently to open the way.

Katie was on her knees, but erect.  I looked up and saw her playing
with her little pink nipples, looking like tiny cherries on the apex of
her butterscotch breasts.  I would have loved to join in her tittie
game, but my hands were busy at her free-flowing fountain of fuck
fluid.  Slowly but surely my second fingers found a way into her love
tunnel as that passage relaxed.  My other hand cupped her ass,
supporting her so that her pelvis wouldn't bruise my mouth.  As Katie's
cunt began to relax around my second finger I withdrew from her vagina,
my hand dripping with her lubrication, and slid the other hand in to
replace it.

Katie shrieked in joy at the movement in her cunt, as I began to
vigorously finger-fuck her with the new hand.  She ground herself hard
down onto my mouth, even as my tongue stabbed up to greet her fat juicy
clit.  It was a wonderful game to keep her dancing, quivering, on the
edge of a new orgasm.

Finally it was time.  The cunt-lubricated finger of my free hand was
poised against Katie's ass, and without warning I rammed it in.  Katie
had no chance to clench her anal sphincter until it was to late.
Suddenly she was being finger-fucked in both holes, and her only way to
move was to fall face forward onto the bed.

"Aaaggghhh!" Katie cried out as her climax overtook her, but I didn't
relent in my penetration of her orifices, nor in my slurping of her nub
of pleasure.  After falling forward she rolled onto her back, but I
followed her, continuing to gobble her clit and to fuck her until the
tears began to flow from her eyes and she begged for mercy.

Finally I relented, and crawled up to cover Katie's body with mine.  I
kissed her gently on the eyelids, and rubbed my satin bra against her
tits in promise of renewed lust later on.  We whispered words of love
in each other's ears, and giggled over some of her experiences and
mine, and by the time I left I had a good mental picture of the
mega-corporation called Saphco that seemed to be about to take over our
lives.  I tucked her in under the bedcovers, got dressed and silently
departed.

Just as I was about to close Katie's door, I heard footsteps, and
looked up.  There was Alondra, the sexy computer-tech from the airline.
 Our eyes met, and she walked up to me.  We kissed, a long languid
getting-reacquainted kiss, and then I whispered in her ear, "Why don't
you sleep in here for tonight?"  Alondra gazed into my eyes, and
understood that I had to get back to my daughters, then glanced into
the darkened room.  She smiled and gave me a final quick kiss, before I
left her with Katie.

As I made my way back along the beach that evening, again I noticed the
big powerful man hanging around the last beach house of Sybaris Too,
and it seemed to me that he watched me with considerable interest.  He
made me nervous, so I hurried on by toward the safety of the tiki
torches on the terrace.
________

Thanks to the real Katie and Alondra.  If BOTH of you write to me and
ask for the other's e-mail address, I will send the addresses just to
each of you so you can carry on the fantasy between you.

many kisses,   Selena