Date: Thu, 28 Jul 2016 16:25:40 +0000 (UTC)
From: petty little <petty.little@yahoo.com>
Subject: Door To Door

Susan opened her eyes and cringed. The light was too much. Too bright and too
loud, and it made her head swim in a little puddle of dull regret as she looked
across the tousled bed at the mess she'd made last night. Her plan to go out and
find something young and eager didn't go nearly as planned, and after a night
desperate trolling from bar to bar, she ended up where she was now: naked and
alone on her bed with her sex case open on the bedside, her various toys strewn
about. She rolled over and pulled a large black dildo from beneath her and stared
at it for a moment, not sure whether to thank him or rue him. Either way, she
eventually concluded as she tossed it aside, he'd made her cum.

She got up and did a quick fix of her thoroughly JBF-ed hair, put on her robe and
went downstairs to make coffee. On the machine she saw that it was 10:15, and
she felt only a twinge of guilt for wasting a few precious Saturday morning hours
on her self-indulgent Friday night binge. Walking down the hall she opened the
front door and did a quick scan for the paper, wondering whether or not she'd
have to do her own little walk of shame to retrieve it. Seeing no sign of it she
stepped out and checked the shrubs, finally finding it ten feet from the door,
wedged in the junipers. "Fucker," she said out loud as she bent over to retrieve it.
When she stood up and turned around she noticed an attractive young woman
three condos down staring at her. It wasn't anyone she knew, and couldn't
imagine any of her mid-life neighbors entertaining a girl that young, but
remembering how she was dressed she gave a quick wave and stepped back
inside, only slightly mortified.

Ten minutes later as she sat at the table blindly reading the paper, the doorbell
rang. Her first impulse was to ignore it, but then she remembered the pretty girl
and put it together. Her second impulse was to ignore it again, sure that she'd
only be asked to contribute some silly amount of cash to this or that silly cause,
but then remembered that not only had she been seen, there was an attractive
opportunity standing on her porch. With nothing better to do with her lonesome
morning than read the paper, she got up and went to the door.

"Hi," said the perky young thing, plain and pretty in her no-nonsense jeans and
high school jacket. She spoke of being with some sort of music program at such
and such school, raising money for a trip to someplace uninteresting and blah,
blah, blah. All Susan was thinking about, as she stood in the open doorway
leaning against the jamb in her slightly opened robe, was this charming girl's
jeans, her darling jacket, and what she might find underneath if she either asked
nicely or donated enough money. At some point the girl stopped talking, and she
found herself on the awkward end of a long silence. Her alpha-female kicked in
and told her just what to say.

"Absolutely, honey. Come on in for a second and we'll see what we can get for
you." She stepped back and extended her arm into the entryway, ushering the
girl in and opening her robe further, all in one graceful motion. She shut the door,
but didn't bother doing the same with her robe as she walked down the hallway
towards the kitchen.

"Come on back, dear, it's fine. You've seen me twice now in my worst Saturday
morning get-up, so there's no embarrassment left between us. Have a seat, I'll
get my check book." The girl folllwed along to the kitchen, but only stood still,
looking about, unsure, as Susan opened a drawer and searched for a moment or
two before finding the thin leather fold beneath a mass of jumble papers. She
came back over to the table and plopped down into a chair, shifting open her
robe again that much more. Her ample breasts were now clearly visible, and the
correct lean would create quite a show.

"Sit, darling, really," she insisted, taking the girl's hand and pulling her to the chair
opposite her. "Let's talk this thing through for a minute and see how much you
can make today." The girl fell into the chair with a silly grin on her face, amused
by this woman's mildly antic behavior, her casual charm, and in the back of her
mind, her confident, womanly attractiveness.

"What's your name, love?" Susan asked, placing her hand over her guest's on
the tabletop.

"Um, Katie."

"Well, Katie, how much do you need from me today, exactly?" Her hand lingered.

"Um, it's an open donation. Most people give ten or twenty dollars, but you know,
even like five helps me out."

"Uh huh. And how much do you have to raise in total?" She sat back in her chair
and folded her arms in a sort of mock seriousness, but more for the effect of
pressing her breasts together and shifting her robe. Following the girl's glance
she saw that it'd had the desired effect.

"One hundred and fifty dollars," she said, raising her eyes, unaware of where
they'd been.

"One hundred and fifty dollars," she said leaning forward, her arms still crossed.
She felt the satin slip aside. Oddly, it occurred to her at this point that perhaps
the musky aroma of last night's escapades might be overpowering the linger of
her perfume on her skin, but that either one would have its own seductive appeal.
She reached for her checkbook, casting a waft of her scent as she did.

"I can give you one hundred and fifty dollars, Katie," she said, clicking the pen
into action. "Would you like that?"

"Sure!" she said, her face lighting up.

"And would it make any difference if I gave you more?"

"No," she said a little confused. "They only need that much from each of us. They
don't need extra."

"Uh huh," she stopped writing and looked up. "What if I were to write two checks:
one to the school and one to you, each for one hundred and fifty dollars. Would
that be ok?"

"Um, I don't know. What do you mean?"

Susan leaned forward one last time and let her robe fall completely open. She
put her hand gently on Katie's shoulder and let it rise up to lightly grasp the nape
of her neck as she leaned in to give her a long, slow kiss. At first Katie's lips were
still, but Susan's persistence eased them open, and gradually their tongues
tickled and merged. When they were both breathing noticeably heavier, Susan
finally allowed their lips to part. She looked into the girl's eyes - big pools of
brown, unsure but unafraid - and she winked before giving her another quick
peck, taking her by the hand again.

"Come with me, Katie," she said walking her down the hall to the stairs. "Let's
make our morning worthwhile." Once they reached the bedroom, Susan let her
robe fall away completely, and she immediately reached for the waist of Katie's
jeans. "Take these off, little girl," she said, her voice deep with lust. "Take all of it
off." She all but tore the jacket from her shoulders and threw it across the room,
then pulled her t-shirt and sports bra straight over her head in one motion. Then
she ran her hands down her slim, young body, holding her by the waist in both
hands, visually devouring her nubile plaything with all her being.

"Ever been with a girl before, Katie?"

"Kind of," she said in an equally husky but more girlish voice. "Once or twice,
making out a little."

"Well, this won't be anything like that." She pushed her back on the bed and dove
right between her thin legs, spreading them forcefully open as her mouth closed
around her tiny, shaven slit. Katie squealed and bucked at first, unfamiliar with so
much stimulus and with such intensity, but after a few moments her writhing
settled to squirming, her squirms then to upward thrusts of her hips to match the
ecstasy of Susan's tongue and fingers, expertly drawing pleasure from corners of
her pussy she hadn't known existed.

With her other hand Susan was fingering her own cunt, and did her best to keep
pace with the arc of Katie's moan's, drawing them both closer and closer to
orgasm, until they both succumbed to the crashing waves of pleasure, Katie
gripping her legs tightly together as she shuddered throughout. When she began
to calm down, Susan reached beneath and drew her tight tiny ass upwards with
her hands, flipping her legs back over her body and folding her in half with her
holes offered straight up. Back went her tongue to deliver even more unrealized
pleasure from one happy orifice to the other, and after a few minutes more Katie
was once again shouting out and squealing with delight, until Susan finally sat up
and crawled up over her hips, pressing her own cunt directly to that of her now
delirious high school vixen. She fucked her hard and fast, unrelenting as her
strong thighs gripped the little girl's and her hips pressed her lithe body hard into
the mattress. With one hand on the girl's knee for support, the other played
roughly with the stiff, puffy nipples of her cherubic little breasts. For all the
disappointment of the previous night, her tiny new sex toy was far, far worth the
trade off, and Susan came hard and long, blind and aggressive with lust and
control.

After this initial massive surge of passion had driven out all the pent up desire of
an older woman's needs and a younger girl's newfound cravings, they lay
together on the cool, damp sheets, caressing and kissing, while Susan picked up
her scattered toys one by one, and carefully demonstrated, on herself and her
friend, how each one was used, into which places it could fit, and the sensations
each one could produce.

"You must be an excellent student," Susan said as she slid her big black friend
into the girl's prone pussy.

"Uh, sure," came a panting response. A confused but delirious Katie turned her
face against the sheets, looking back from her all-fours position, her shoulders
pinned. "What makes you say that now?"

"Because you're such a quick and obedient learning," Susan said. "From the very
beginning you gone with everything I've asked, and by that look on your face
you're very much enjoying it and committing it to memory, I hope." She urged the
dildo in more forcefully just to watch Katie's glassy eyes roll back in her head and
her pretty little mouth open and shut, gasping with pleasure like a fish gulping air.

They fucked each other like this for hours, taking turns driving each other to an
endless array of orgasms, merging their bodies together and sweetly probing
their secrets with fingers, tongues, and toys, occasionally taking breaks to caress
their sweat covered bodies with delicate hands.

Some time around two they got up and showered, and finally around three pm,
with a promise to return and two neatly folded checks in her back pocket, Katie
kissed Susan goodbye and all but floated down the street, her mind and body
changed forever.