Date: Thu, 6 Dec 2007 05:30:36 -0500
From: J W <jw1137@hotmail.com>
Subject: Rescue 2

After the twenty minute cat nap the nurse roused her sleepy patient. "Come
on Honey, your mom'll be home soon." In the shower it almost got started
all over again. Soapy hands exploring intimately gave the nurse the
opportunity to acquaint the youngster with different parts of her sexual
anatomy. Being conscious of the time Olivia cut the encore short. They were
sitting on the couch in the living room when Alexa's mom came in; looking
up from the coffee table book they had been browsing the host asked "So how
did it go?"

"Really good" came the stunning woman's reply as she crossed the room and
kissed her daughter's forehead. "You look like you're feeling better" she
looked expectantly into her daughter's eyes.

"Uh huh" the teenager confirmed.

"You two look really comfy" Emma commented taking in their host in her
floor length polar fleece cover up and her daughter in the green velour
lounging suit. "I think I'll slip into something more comfortable myself."
Olivia watched the exciting sway of the neat little behind under the
flowing print dress as Emma headed for the stairs. A small twinge invaded
her recently awakened pussy.

They ate a lunch of leftover salads. "Was it Sam Wiseman you met with?" the
hostel provider asked.

"As a matter of fact it was."

"He's good. Sam works hard and he gets results." Liv commented

Emma Stern laid out the plan she and her lawyer had fashioned. "Sam
actually encouraged me to try and get in touch with Mark's sister in law."

"Why would you want to that dear?" the hostess asked as she started
clearing away the remains of the salads.

"Grace was always supportive of me. The lawyer thinks maybe she could talk
some sense into her him and smooth the way for the separation
agreement. Lord knows Mark's such a hot head that he could make this really
hard."

"Well I suppose it could work" Olivia said dubiously.

"She really took Mark under her wing after his brother, her husband,
died. Mark always looked up to his older brother and I guess Grace just
sort of took Fred's place after he was killed" Emma offered as
justification. "We haven't seen much of Gracie since her daughter enrolled
in college up north. That's when Grace moved up there so she'd be nearby,
and Lindsay could come home easily on the weekends. I hear she has a
beautiful place out in the country."

"I can't see how it can do any harm." Liv agreed.

"I'll just have to figure out how to get her number" the young mother
murmured as she handed their host the plates from the table.

Olivia put the dishes in the dishwasher and announced "Since its afternoon
maybe I should get dressed." The home owner proceeded upstairs; Emma and
her daughter repaired to the living room. They had no sooner sat down than
missus Stern remembered that she had left the folder of papers she was to
go over up in their bedroom. "I gotta go get the stuff from the lawyer" she
informed Alexa as she too headed for the stairs.

Whether it was carelessness, because she was used to being on her own, or
some Freudian slip Olivia left her bedroom door open when she went in to
change. As the Jennifer Hewitt look alike young mother started down the
upstairs hall toward the spare bedroom, she pulled up short watching her
host shed the red fleece cover up. Frozen in place she thought she should
say something but her voice failed her. Twenty feet away her rescuer was
standing naked in front of a full length mirror lifting and squeezing her
pear shaped tits. The older woman ran her thumbs over the shot glass sized
nipples and put her head back so her face was toward the ceiling. The sight
of the tittie play started Emma's normally flat nipples rising from the
pale areolas. With the tingling in her breasts and cramping in her crotch
the young mother leaned against her bedroom door post taking in the
spectacle. Olivia had her back to the door affording the voyeuristic
younger woman a full view of her backside, while the image in the mirror
revealed the nude woman from the front. Empathetically Emma's hands began
to caress her own needy bust through the green velour top.

Emma had never looked at another woman in a sexual way until she
experienced Chrissie MacDonald's tender loving care. It was almost a year
ago that the stacked blonde paramedic had shown up in response to the 9-1-1
call. Emma's husband, Mark in one of his typical after work tirades had
pushed her down the front steps. The neighbors across the street called
emergency services out of concern for the woman and her young daughter. The
police arrived first and even though Emma assured them it was an accident
they took Mark down to the station for `questioning'. The EMT had convinced
the battered woman that, accident or not she should be checked out after a
fall like the one that had been described. Chrissie took Emma up to her bed
room and had her remove her top and shorts to examine her for injuries. The
paramedic's soft gentle hands aroused feelings in the young mother she had
never experienced. Before it was over the cute EMT had performed a pelvic
exam with her tongue.

The ambulance made calls to the residence from time to time over the next
several months whenever Mark's car wasn't there. The visits resulted in
follow up examinations when there was time. Chrissie always commented on
the new scrapes and bruises; encouraging Emma to get out before she really
got hurt. The Jennifer Hewitt look alike hadn't listened; that was until a
few nights ago. The abused woman stood watching her host stroking herself
in front of the mirror. She wondered if Liv's hands were as soft and
talented as Chrissie's. When Olivia began to turn Emma slipped off the door
post and into the spare bedroom. Olivia looked down the hallway through her
open bedroom door but saw nothing.

She picked up her dry cleaning from where she'd left it draped over the
chair and entered the walk-in closet. Opening the section where she kept
her blouses she saw how crowded it was. `Everything is going to get so
wrinkled if I try to stuff more in there.' she thought, followed by `I've
got too many clothes.' Turning toward the opposite side she scanned the
empty space that had been her husband's wardrobe and unexpectedly a tear
trickled down her cheek. When Ron died she couldn't bear to dispose of his
personal effects so she'd hired a company that specialized in just that
kind of thing. She arranged for them to come in one day when she was
out. They removed everything and took it away to be donated to a charitable
organization. The widow left the space empty all this time. `It's just
silly not to use the space' Liv concluded wiping away the tear. She opened
her deceased husband's shirt cupboard for the first time ever.

She hung the half dozen blouses and was closing the door when she noticed
what looked like a loose piece of paneling on the left side. Shocked by the
apparent shoddy workmanship that was so uncharacteristic of everything else
in the house she reached out and touched the loose piece of wood. To her
amazement it wasn't loose; it was a little sliding door about a foot
square. When she pushed the panel aside it took several seconds before she
could grasp what she was seeing. Somehow the opening looked into the large
mirror over the double vanity in the main bathroom on the opposite side of
the wall. Through the opening she could see practically the whole room
reflected in the mirror. She was standing there shocked and puzzled by her
discovery when she saw Emma enter the room from the spare bedroom. Dodging
to the side she immediately wondered `can she see me?' Risking another peek
she carefully slipped her head inside the shirt cupboard again. Her house
guest had pulled down her pants and was sitting on the toilet. The home
owner was breathless peeping on her guest taking a pee. When the reflected
woman reached down to wipe Liv couldn't help but notice the absence of
pubic hair except for a small patch right above the thick lipped
crease. The peeper pulled away again fearing detection.

`My God this was put here deliberately to spy on anyone using that
bathroom' the realization made her head spin so she sat down on the
floor. Her mind was going a mile a minute. `Ron must have put that there,
or had the contractor's do it for him.' The fact that her late husband was
voyeur didn't shock or disturb her as much as whom he was peeping at. `Who
was he peeping at?' Olivia tried to remember who they'd had as overnight
guests since the renovations. It was too long ago and there was no reason
to remember that kind of thing. She sat naked, head in hands, on the
walk-in closet floor; then she remembered a visit from her nursing chum
Cattie Smithers shortly after the remodeling was done. The athletically
built, not to mention stacked, young nurse had stayed for several days that
fall. The thought of her husband sitting here... `Was he
masturbating?'... watching her friend made her head start swimming all over
again. At the same time she felt the heat she'd created in her pussy a few
minutes ago return. The naked woman was suddenly overcome with the need to
see what the spy hole looked like from the other side. `Can the person in
that bathroom see you when you're looking through there?' she wondered.

Olivia got up and threw on her silk dressing gown. She took the brass
candle holder from the top of the bureau and put it directly in front of
the opening inside the shirt cupboard. The nervous woman tapped on the hall
door of the bathroom... no answer. She tried the door it opened
easily. Inside she closed the door behind her and locked it. Then she went
to the door that connected the marble tiled room to the spare
bedroom. Seeing no one in the Stern's quarters she closed and latched that
door too. The linen closet with its floor to ceiling French doors stood
beside the vanity. Liv opened the large closet and saw nothing
unexpected. Neat stacks of towels and bed clothes, even some seldom used
table cloths, but no sign of a hole or the tell tale candle stick. The
curious woman moved to the far side of the room and looked at the point
where she estimated the hole would have to be.... nothing. Moving closer
she noticed that the edge of the linen closet where it intersected the
large mirror looked sort of unfinished. There was no molding and as a
matter of fact when she looked closely she could see a gap but nothing
else. She set a towel beside one of the sinks and returned to her
bedroom. Inside the shirt cupboard she peered through the opening once
again. The whole of the tiled room she'd just left was visible to her
including the towel she'd left standing on the counter top. `I don't
understand how these angles work' she resolved `but even knowing the spy
hole was there and deliberately looking for it I couldn't see it.' Olivia
was surprised when the thrill went through her. The peep hole was probably
all but undetectable.

The home owner returned to her bedroom selected a comfy cotton bra and
panty set and donned a T shirt and slacks. She reached the living room to
see her house guests captivated by some soap opera. "I hope you don't mind"
Emma said over her shoulder "if there's something you want to watch we can
change it."

"No that's fine" Liv said passing through the room "I rarely watch daytime
TV." She continued on into the study and powered up her computer. She
checked her e-mail and having no particular subject to investigate she
`Goggled' Jennifer Love Hewitt. Within seconds she had various photographs
of the actress on the screen. `The resemblance is truly remarkable!' Liv
decided `and it's not just the face and hair it's the whole package.' She
looked up vial statistics and found that JLH was only just over
five-two. `Well there's a difference' the researcher recognized. `I'm
five-six and Emma's not much more than an inch shorter than me so she's
taller than her famous doppelganger.' The actress was born in 1979; Liv
knew from the abuse center file that her house guest was born in '73 `so
she's taller and older' Liv concluded `I'd still say if you put them side
by side only their mothers would be able to tell them apart.' Satisfied
that her first impression was accurate she opened `U-Tube' and wasted most
of the next hour looking at nonsense.

Slightly raised voices in the adjoining living room interrupted the older
woman's surfing. Boredom as much as anything made her cross the living room
toward the kitchen in pursuit of a drink. "Olivia;" her older house guest
called out when she saw her "Alex wants to go to school tomorrow. What do
you think?" Liv's first thought was `it's definitely not my place to say.'

"It's boring around here! I wanna get back and see my friends" the young
girl pleaded her case.

"I told the school she'd be out all week" Emma chimed in.

Feeling seriously put upon by being dragged into the disagreement Olivia
considered the options. "Well I have to agree with Alex it is boring around
here" the home owner said off handedly and continued walking. She heard the
disagreement continue as she retrieved a soda from the fridge.

"Well I'll have to figure out how to get you there" she heard the mother
capitulate as she re-entered the room.

"I could drive her over" Liv offered "I'm going to the center tomorrow
morning so we'd only need to leave a half an hour earlier." Emma looked up
with mixed emotions.

"Are you sure it wouldn't be too much trouble? You've done so much for us
already"

"No problem" Olivia assured as she passed through "you'll have to let me
know what time she needs to be picked up as well." The older woman was
enthralled by the thought of having missus Stern all to herself.

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After cleaning up the dinner dishes they sat and watched a sit com that
Alex seemed to enjoy but the older women didn't get. "I think I'll go up
and read for a while." Olivia announced "Good night" she added as she
mounted the stairs. Back in her cozy polar fleece cover up she picked up
the half finished mystery novel and propped herself against the pillows on
the bed.

An hour later her eyes were getting heavy `Why does reading always do that
to me?' that's when she faintly heard the sound of water splashing into the
whirlpool tub next door. She put her book down and was reaching for the
chain to turn off the light `someone's gonna have a bath' the dozing woman
recognized and then sat suddenly bolt upright fully awake `the peep hole!'
Liv crossed the bedroom and entered the walk-in closet with unnecessary
stealth. Her hands were shaking as she opened the shirt cupboard and slid
the access panel aside. The bright light from the bathroom almost hurt her
eyes until they adjusted. At first she saw no one but she could now very
clearly hear the water running and steam beginning to fill the marble
room. Her panoramic view was of course provided by the large mirror `thank
God its fog free' missus Hays rejoiced. `Wouldn't that be the most
agonizing thing; to be peeping through an opaque veil?' the hidden woman
tried not to gasp when missus Stern entered the room naked. Even though
she'd seen pretty much everything the young mother had to offer the other
morning in the kitchen it was still an enormous thrill. There was no yellow
gauze to disguise the coloration of the magnificent little body. Liv felt
her nipples tighten as her senior house guest stood in front of the mirror
pinning her hair up. Those gorgeous tits lifted and wobbled with the
movement of the naked woman's arms. The large very pale areolas looked
perfectly flat capping her impressive melons. The voyeur let her gaze
travel down the slender torso and was disappointed to find that the counter
top cut off her view just below the adorably tiny indented navel.

It was getting quite hot in the shirt cupboard so Olivia removed her cozy
dressing gown in a swift motion. Now she was as naked as the object of her
attention. Emma looked cute with her long auburn hair piled on top of her
head. She turned toward the tub and Liv was treated to the sight of those
firm hemispheres twitching gloriously as she walked over to the tub. A
rhythmic beat had started to make itself known between the peeper's
legs. She could almost feel the blood flowing in, engorging all the soft
tissues of her vulva.

When the young mother climbed onto the deck around the tub Olivia was aware
that she was getting her best view of her house guest's pussy. The only
purpose the small tuft of auburn hair at the top of the blossoming crease
served was to confirm that Emma's hair color was natural. The inner lips
extended beyond the outer ones and glowed a vibrant pink against the whiter
surrounding skin. She swished the water with her hand testing the
temperature resulting in a wonderful swinging of the boobies that hung
straight down in Emma's current bent over position. Apparently satisfied
she lowered herself into the steaming water with a contented sigh. The
beautiful house guest leaned against the back rest enjoying the relaxing
heat. The voyeur pulled the chair over from her make up table and placed
her fleece cover up over the seat. `Otherwise I'm gonna leave a wet pussy
print on the brocade.' The older woman made herself comfortable. Even
though she feared the best of the show was over. She was still tingling
just from watching the woman who was unaware she was being observed. `This
is why people peep' she realized `it's kind of exciting even when there
isn't that much to see.'

Emma pushed the button to startup the whirlpool. Now it was really
noisy. She lay there in the churning water with her head back feeling the
tension drain from her body. In moments her muscles relaxed and she found
it hard to maintain her position. The jets agitating the water were
floating her small frame. One of the jets was hitting her upper thigh
vigorously massaging the firm flesh. The young mother felt herself buoyed
up by the jets beginning to rotate. The forceful stream of water that had
been pounding on her outer leg was now striking between her legs about a
foot below the auburn tuft. The turbulent water was vibrating Emma's
distended labia in a most pleasant way. The curious bather shifted position
until the water spout was aimed directly onto the front of her mons. The
vibrations were deeper and more intense now. Emma felt the waves of
pleasure begin to wash over her but she was still having trouble holding
her position in the swirling bath. Turning so her pussy was directly facing
the delightful stream of water she braced one foot on the side of the tub,
and the other foot on the end. With her legs spread wide the bubbling jet
began to work magic on the enraptured woman's sensitive vulva. She
regretted that she could only use one hand and arm to stimulated her
breasts, since she needed the other as a third brace. Still she did her
best to give both of her plump orbs a thorough squeezing while the
hydrotherapy below was causing a steady increase in the level of
arousal. Emma's hips began to rock instinctively in a sort of up and down
motion providing another variant to the constantly changing nature of the
stimulation. When the orgasm overtook her the thrashing woman brought her
breast pleasuring arm across her mouth to stifle the scream. She needn't
have bothered the roar of the whirlpool drown out everything.

When Olivia saw her house guest twist around in the tub and brace herself,
the home owner knew exactly what was happening. She had discovered the
marvel of the conveniently placed jet shortly after the Jacuzzi had been
installed. Even though she hadn't partaken of its pleasures in years the
memory of her first experience with the water play was vivid. Three fingers
of her right hand took their place at the top of her wet crease and started
the instinctive back and forth rotating motion. Her left arm across her
breasts mimicked the actions of the unsuspecting woman in the tub. Olivia
at some level was fascinated by how her excitement mirrored that of her
guest. Along with the wonderful squishy wet feeling of her vulva under her
fingers she felt her pleasuring finger tips bump over the hood of her
burning clit. She was tugging hard on her stiff nipple when the woman in
the tub thrust her hips upward. The peeping nurse slid three fingers deep
inside and engaged her throbbing clit with her thumb to achieve the
simultaneous orgasm she so desired.

Sitting in her walk-in closet the older woman lapped the juices from her
diddling fingers as she observed her neighbor turn off the whirlpool and
get down to the serious business of bathing. Watching the tiny soapy hands
glide over the gorgeous flesh started a new thumping between the peeping
woman's thighs. The urge to burst into the marble room next door and ravage
the breath taking beauty was becoming too much. Olivia slid the wooden
panel over the opening and closed the closet door. Back in her bed she
opened the side table drawer and pulled out the heavily textured purple
pleasure tool. Slipping the large plastic cylinder deep into her receptive
cunt sent intense waves of ecstasy racing through her deprived
loins. Pumping the large dildo in and out the breathless woman envisioned
that it was Emma's delectable pussy she was penetrating. Her second orgasm
came in a white hot rush and she rolled onto her side holding the flexible
plastic dong tightly as she drifted into a satisfied sleep.

Emma contentedly patted herself dry. She hadn't felt this relaxed in a long
time. The wonderful soothing water of the whirlpool and the intensely
stimulating turbulence of the magic tub had drained the anxiety she'd been
feeling. Now as she wrapped the bath sheet around her curvaceous little
body memories of Chrissie's delicate touch were resurrecting the tight
feeling between her legs. Strangely the image that came to her mind as she
unpinned and began brushing her long auburn hair was that of her naked host
standing in front of the full length mirror. The young mother shuddered,
recalling the large prominent dark nipples pointing out from the pear
shaped breasts.

"Can I try the tub out too mommy?" Emma nearly jumped out of her skin at
the sound of her daughter's voice. Spinning around and feeling very guilty
she was greeted by the vision of the teenager standing naked in the doorway
to the adjoining bedroom. The towel wrapped woman was shocked at the surge
she felt in her pussy. `She's got quite the little body on her already'
Emma thought and immediately gave herself a mental slap for having the
thought. While she was occupied inspecting her daughter's development the
teenager was scrambling over the side of the tub.

"Oh honey we should put fresh water in first!" Emma exclaimed recalling how
she'd just cum in there.

"It's OK mom its still warm" Alexa responded as she located the whirlpool
switch. The powerful jets roared to life tossing the little girl like a
cork in a hurricane. Her mother had to laugh at the sight of her daughter
struggling to sit in the tempestuous currents. When she was confident that
Alex had sufficient control that she wasn't in danger of drowning Emma
returned to her hair brushing, keeping one eye on the bobbing teen. The
girl was grinning from ear to ear apparently enjoying the feel of the
churning water all around her.

Emma noticed the change in her daughter's facial expression first. A look
of shock turned to puzzlement then to a kind of strained smile. Emma
realized that in her efforts to stabilize herself her daughter had
discovered the magic water nozzle. The girl had her shoulders braced
against the wall side of the tub; her head just barely above the rolling
surface of the water. Her knees were bent so that her feet were near her
butt and very wide apart. The young mother watched in erotic fascination as
her teenaged daughter passively masturbated. It was no surprise to her that
Alex had learned to pleasure herself, but actually watching it caused
sensations between her legs that embarrassed her. Even over the roar of the
whirlpool Emma heard the squeal that accompanied her daughter's orgasm.

The girl's muscles went limp and she became a UFO again (uncontrolled
floating object).  Her mother put down the hair brush and switched off the
roaring pump. The ensuing silence was deafening disturbed only by the
residual sloshing of the tub water. "I think we'd better get you to bed"
her mother announced lifting the shivering little body out of the tub. The
girl stood with a dazed expression on her face as Emma patted her dry. The
older woman still wrapped in the bath sheet felt the pressure in her crotch
progress to a throb. She was very careful to keep the towel between her
hands and her daughter's velvety soft flesh. `If I touch her I'm going to
loose control.'

Draping the towel around the teenager she guided the girl to her waiting
bed. Tucking the covers in around the youngster's nakedness she placed a
motherly kiss on her daughter's forehead and said "Sweet dreams little
one." Emma shucked off the towel she'd been wearing and slipped under her
own covers. Rolling on her side away from her snoozing offspring, she knew
there would be no chance of sleep until something was done about the
persistent throb. She opened her legs and gently parted the spongy lips
with two fingers. The middle finger of the magic triad collected the
slippery substance that was leaking below and applied it to the firm knob
at the top of her crease. Just a few rotations and strokes brought glorious
waves of heat and tranquility to replace the urgent need which sent the
horny mother off to dreamland.