The First Lesson
Emily Mitchell leaned back against the wall of the sauna, closing her eyes
and lifting her lips into a smile. Sweat trickled down her forehead,
catching in her eyebrows, but she didn’t bother to wipe it away. On the
bench across from her sat Tiffany Logan, another member of the club who’s
husband also happened to be Emily’s husband’s boss.
“And you wouldn’t believe what
happened next,” Tiffany giggled, brushing
the dark, damp curls away from her eyes. On the bench next to her sat two
of the other female members of the club. The group would often sit in the
sauna and tell stories about their latest affair. Tiffany’s were always the
best and most fun to hear.
“I can make a wild guess!” Laura
Nelson laughed loudly. The rest of the
women burst into similar laughter, including Emily. Emily cracked her eyes
open slightly to look at Tiffany, looking smug as always.
“It was so amazing, girls,” sighed
Tiffany. “I can’t even describe it.”
Reaching down, Emily pulled the towel around
her body, securing the cloth
under her armpit. Even after all of the stories she’d heard the other women
tell, she had never come close to fooling around on her Joe. Not that in
the six years they’d been married she hadn’t wanted to. There were some
things she was dying to try. It was, perhaps, cowardice, or that the right
opportunity had never come along.
“...And I’m afraid I nearly passed
out, afterwards. When I woke up, he was
gone” Tiffany finished, and the group of women let out a collective sigh.
“I wish I had your guts, Tiff,” Laura
sighed. “I would never make a move
on one of my gardeners.”
“I might,” laughed a woman named
Lindsey Reynolds. The group laughed
again. Emily chuckled softly to herself. “I’m afraid, however, that
I need
to get going. Jake will be home soon and I’m afraid I’m rather ready for
anyone, even my husband!”
There were a few murmurs of goodbye, and soon
nearly all the women had
departed. The hot, humid room was nearly silent, with only the sound of
Emily’s heavy breaths and Tiffany’s lighter ones.
The heat seemed to penetrate Emily’s body
to the core, her flesh growing
almost thick with the dampness of it and the sweat pouring out of it. It
was a good feeling, though, and Emily let out a sigh of contentment.
“I never hear any of your stories,” a
voice said. Emily recognized it as
Tiffany’s. “Why is that?”
It was a moment or two before Emily realized
that the older woman was
talking to her. Opening her eyes in surprise, Emily looked at Tiffany.
“I guess its because I don’t have any
stories,” she said, sheepishly.
Trying to smile, Emily felt her face turning even redder than the heat had
made it.
“That’s a shame,” Tiffany said,
sincerity in her voice. “I imagine that
Joe isn’t that great in bed.”
Emily’s eyes widened, feeling a bit of
shock that Tiffany knew who her
husband was.
“I beg your pardon?” she asked, a
little bit nervous.
“No offense, I mean,” Tiffany said,
reaching her hand out a bit
defensively. “I mean, I know Joe from way back, he and my husband have been
working together for years. He’s not the most attentive man, is he?”
“I don’t know,” Emily said,
evading the question. “He’s rather attentive.”
“Mmm hmm...” Tiffany murmured,
nodding knowingly.
Emily blushed, not knowing what else to say.
She looked down at her
thighs, moist with perspiration.
“In order to truly enjoy life,”
Tiffany said, musingly, “I think one needs
to explore everything it has to offer. A little variety, you could say.”
Still tongue tied and honestly a little bit
puzzled, Emily didn’t respond.
It felt as though her inexperience was written clearly on her face and she
was ashamed that the other woman could read it. She stared at her legs,
seemingly fascinated by the smooth, pale skin, but all her attention was
still on Tiffany. The words Tiffany spoke excited Emily. Emily’s heart
fluttered a little bit, her stomach twisted a little bit, and her loins
warmed a little bit as Tiffany sat, still, across the room.
“Are we having dinner tomorrow night?”
Tiffany asked, suddenly changing the
direction the conversation was headed.
Emily finally looked up at her, meeting Tiffany’s
sparkling blue eyes with
her own dark brown ones.
“Eh, yes, I think so,” she sputtered.
Joe had been dreading this night for
months, a casual meeting with his boss. Emily didn’t know why the man had
invited them, but had feigned excitement for Joe’s sake.
“Excellent,” Tiffany said.
Slowly and gracefully Tiffany stood, holding
the towel around her tall, lithe body. She stretched a bit and smiled down
at Emily in a sort of strange way, a half smile half smirk on her generous
lips. “I will see you then.” With that, Tiffany winked, and left the
sauna.
Unable to help herself, Emily
watched Tiffany’s hips as she sauntered out
of the room. Those legs, those thighs, that buttocks...Emily thought to
herself that if her body looked more like Tiffany’s and less like a stick
she wouldn’t have any trouble finding men to ‘fool around’ with.
Lying back again, Emily closed her eyes, taking
a deep breath of the thick
air and picturing the other woman in her eyes. For some reason, the mental
picture made her smile, and with a slight shiver, she began to relax again.
***
“No, not that one!” Joe practically
shouted, putting his hands over his
face and wiping them down in an exasperated way. His shoulders were
slumped, his eyes bright red, and his manner much different than the mild
temper Emily was used to. “Wear that one,” he suggested, pulling out a
dress from Emily’s side of the closet. He held it up, proudly, over her
body, admiring the dark green color against his wife’s pale tone. “You’ll
look good in this one.”
With a heavy sigh Emily took the hanger in her
hand and went back to the
bathroom to change for the third time that evening. Joe didn’t seem to
think that anything looked quite good enough on her, that nothing she wore
was good enough for this night.
“This could be my big break,” he kept
repeating. “If we make a good
impression on Mr. Logan tonight I could get a promotion, do you realize
that? It’s all about who you know, in this world, and I’ll know David
Logan.”
“Yes, dear,” Emily chimed for the
twentieth time that day, scowling to
herself.
After pulling the dress over her head and
adjusting it a bit, Emily took a
look at herself in the mirror. It didn’t look that bad on her, not at all.
Maybe some of the other things she’d tried on had looked better, but this
was definitely good enough for a dinner with ‘The Boss.’ The dark, forest
green fabric made her pale skin shine almost like a pearl, with her dark
black hair resting softly at her shoulders. The dress was sleeveless, with
a modest neckline that gave a small peek of her cleavage but left quite a
bit to the imagination. The skirt was modest as well, but not long. It
rested slightly below her knees in an out-of-date but still elegant style.
As an afterthought Emily reached up and pulled the hair that would have been
her bangs behind her head, clipping them there with a barrette. This would
be good enough indeed.
“I’m not changing again,” Emily
insisted as she walked out of the bathroom
towards her closet, reaching for a pair of black strap-on heels.
Joe didn’t protest, just sighed
dramatically. Turning towards her, his
eyes widened slightly in delight.
“You look great, Em,” he said,
smiling.
Emily blushed at the compliment. After a
few years of marriage compliments
from her husband had become scarce, and it warmed her up a little inside to
hear any words of praise.
“Thanks, Joe,” she said, reaching
down and brushing imaginary wrinkles out
of her skirt. “You ready to go?”
Joe nodded and left the bedroom. The
couple got in their car and drove to
the restaurant.
“I want you to be on your best behavior,”
Joe said, putting his on the
gas and accelerating. “Understand?”
His comment frustrated Emily, who had been so
pleased with him moments
before.
“I’m not a child,” she said,
irritably, mostly to herself since Joe
obviously wasn’t paying attention. “I know how to behave in a public
place.”
“I just want you to know that this is
important to me,” Joe said, not in a
tone that would indicate he was sorry about talking down to her. Indeed, he
went on to further insist that she not put her elbows on the table or talk
overmuch. “And don’t tell any stories that make me look bad, okay?”
he
said.
Emily just stared out the window. She
couldnŐt believe that her husband
would be treating her this way, even on a night as important as this. She
was supposed to be his partner, not someone he feared would ruin his chances
at success.
“Did you hear me, Emily?” Joe asked
again, drawing her attention away from
the window.
“Yes, dear,” Emily said, with
absolutely no feeling. “I think I can behave
without disgracing you too much.”
Joe didn’t respond, but began to
accelerate even more, driving them closer
and closer to the place. Finally they were there, and Joe slipped out of
the car. He walked towards the building without even offering to help Emily
out of the car, but she was used to that. It was not as though he had to
woo her or court her anymore, they were married so all his manners could be
focused on other people.
The maitre d showed them to a table. The
Logan’s were already seated,
Tiffany to her husband’s right. She looked up and smiled when she
recognized the couple, her eyes lighting up in a way that made Emily almost
shiver. There was a hunger in those two blue eyes, something that said she
might just jump up and devour someone right then and there. David Logan
stood up when he saw whom his wife was looking towards, and Tiffany followed
suit.
“Mr. Mitchell, I’m glad you could
join us,” David smiled, reaching out and
shaking Joe’s hand. Joe smiled sappily and pumped David’s hand a little
too
enthusiastically.
“Thank you for inviting us,” he said,
his voice coated with fake gratitude.
The sickeningly cheerful tone in her husband’s voice made Emily shudder,
but she smiled when David turned to her.
“Lovely to meet you at last, Mrs.
Mitchell,” David said, taking her hand in
his large one gently. Slowly he raised her slender hand towards his lips,
kissing the back of it softly before letting it go again.
The man’s soft lips on Emily’s hand
made her heart flutter a little bit,
and she flushed like a schoolgirl. Next to her Joe was shaking Tiffany’s
hand, introducing himself to the woman.
“Thank you, sir,” Emily said, shyly
to David. “And please, call me Emily.”
“Very well, Emily,” David smiled, his
face and eyes warm, “Won’t the two of
you take a seat?”
Emily nodded slightly and sat down in the seat
across from Tiffany, her
husband sitting across from David. Almost instantly David began talking to
Joe about some person for work, and some new equipment they were going to be
receiving. Emily hardly heard a thing until the waiter came and asked them
if anyone would like some drinks.
After everyone had been given their drinks the
men got back to their
conversation, and Emily began to fidget with her napkin, sipping her wine
every so often.
“Boring, aren’t they?” Tiffany
said. Emily looked up in surprise, smiling
slightly and nodding her head. “They’ll do this all night. It’s
all David
ever thinks about.”
“What’s that, honey?” David
asked, pausing when he heard his name.
“You’re boring, dear,” Tiffany
said, sipping her wine and smiling coyly.
David gave her a puzzled look and went back to
his conversation with Joe.
Emily didnŐt feel comfortable enough to start a conversation with Tiffany.
It was true that she knew the woman by reputation, but that wasn’t really
enough to give her the courage to dive into the conversation. From the way
Tiffany was reclining in her seat, her wine between her fingers, and a
slight smile on her face as she nodded at this or that that the men were
saying she didnŐt want to start a conversation either, so Emily remained in
silence. Her nerves were beginning to get the best of her, as outside of
the circle as she was, and she thanked the waiter with true feeling when he
brought the first course.
Tiffany picked up her fork and stabbed a leaf
of lettuce almost violently,
placing it between her red lips as she remained watching the men, who were
so far ignoring their salads. With a brief glance Tiffany made eye contact
with Emily, startling the younger woman with her crystal blue eyes, which
seemed to be trying to convey something that the naive young woman didnŐt
quite comprehend. Emily was so startled that she dropped her fork on the
floor, her face turning red with embarrassment.
“Excuse me,” Emily mumbled, her eyes
downcast, as she slipped from her
seat. Down on the floor Emily slid her hand across the carpet, blindly
searching for her fork. To her horror, her hand brushed against a hard
shoe, one with a pointed toe that she assumed could only be Tiffany’s.
“Oh,” Tiffany exclaimed with
surprise, above the table. Her twitched
and Emily swallowed heavily, pulling her fingers away from the shoe. She
grasped her fork and quickly rose again, sitting back in her seat, rigid as
could be. Emily’s face flushed bright red and she could feel Tiffany’s
eyes
on her again.
“Was that you?” Tiffany asked, winking. Emily only blushed in response.
Hesitating a moment to glance over at his wife,
Joe glared at Emily as
though to remind her that she was to be on her best behavior.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Logan,” Emily
said, formally.
“Please,” Tiffany said, her voice
thick and sweet. “Call me Tiffany.” As
the words slipped past her lips her nudged Emily’s bare
lightly,
the side of her shoe rubbing against Emily’s calf. Emily’s blush grew
brighter and she stared down at her salad, feeding herself some of the
lettuce.
Tiffany joined back in with the men, adding a
few words here and there,
making Emily feel awkward again. With a burst of courage Emily tried to
join the conversation, but the look she received from her husband made her
sit back in her seat again. In a somewhat pouty mood, she finished her
salad. Taking her wine in her hand, she idly sipped as Tiffany and the men
continued talking.
“Bored, are you?” Tiffany said
suddenly to Emily, startling the poor girl.
“Oh,” Emily blushed. “It’s
not that I’m bored. I just, well, I donŐt have
anything to add to the conversation.”
“Me either, really,” smiled Tiffany,
her
once again touching Emily’s.
When Emily felt the cool, smooth texture of the
shoe against her again,
she involuntarily shuddered. A jolt of electricity seemed to move up her
spine and back down again all the way to her . Blinking a couple of
times, she smiled shyly back at the older woman, who was in turn smiling
widely at her.
“Do you get out much?” Tiffany asked,
rubbing her shoe against the side of
Emily’s shoe. “Personally, I try to get out whenever is possible.”
“Yes,” Emily responded, having a hard
time disassociating herself from the
feeling of the slick rubbing against her.
“I go grocery shopping twice
a week, I go to the club...” she trailed off as Tiffany’s
began to
caress the side of her calf again, moving almost up to her knee. Emily
cleared her throat, feeling a bit uncomfortable but at the same time
enjoying the feel of the shoe.
“We should do something together some
time,” Tiffany said coyly, winking a
bit at Emily. Emily cleared her throat uncomfortably and shifted in her
chair. The other woman’s didnŐt leave the side of Emily’s
as she
moved her body, and changed it’s pace when Emily sat still once again.
Slowly the moved up her ,
caressing her almost tenderly with the
soft side as Emily refused to meet Tiffany’s eyes.
What was the older woman thinking? Emily’s
face was hotter than she would
have imagined the touch of another woman could make it, and her hand shook
as she lifted her wine glass to her lips.
“Please excuse me,” Emily said
softly, scooting her chair back and standing
up. From the corner of her eye she saw Joe shoot her a glare, and then look
back at David and resume his conversation.
“Darling.” David said, speaking to
Tiffany. He asked her a question, and
while Tiffany answered Emily practically ran to the women’s restroom.
Nervously Emily relieved her bladder, her head
spinning as she thought
about Tiffany’s making it’s way up her .
Tiffany was obviously
toying with her, but to what end? Was it sadistic pleasure that caused her
to embarrass Emily, or was she actually implying something? Emily’s heart
raced inside her chest as for a brief moment she thought that perhaps
Tiffany was...well...coming on to her.
When Emily and Joe had first met, they had
played under the table games
often, teasing each other behind the long tablecloths. Now Emily wondered
if the thought would even cross Joe’s mind to play with her in such a
naughty way. Probably not. As she wiped herself and stood up, Emily
wondered how Tiffany would react if Emily were to start playing back.
A knock on the door frightened her.
“Occupied!” Emily said, loudly,
walking towards the sink and washing her
hands. Taking a deep breath she splashed some of the cool water onto her
hot face. Looking at the mirror, Emily made eye contact with her
reflection. It seemed to be trying to communicate something to her.
There was another knock, this time more
insistent.
“Occupied!” Emily said again, this
time annoyed. Why didn’t the other
woman just wait her turn?
“It’s me,” a voice said from the
other side of the door. Emily’s heart
seemed to stop. Tiffany was on the other side of that thick piece of wood,
knocking and asking for admittance.
Emily put her hand on the knob and hesitated.
She suspected that Tiffany
wanted something from her, something Emily wasn’t sure how to react to, and
Emily was almost afraid to open the door. Taking a deep breath, she made a
silent decision to go along and play with Tiffany all the other woman wanted
tonight, and twisted the knob. The door swung open, and there stood
Tiffany, all smiles as she looked into Emily’s face.
“Hi sweetie,” Tiffany greeted, her
face all smiles as she walked past Emily
into the room. Emily forced herself to smile back despite the fear and
exhilaration she felt. Her faces were a bit pink as Tiffany walked past
her. “Those two are so boring,” Tiffany complained, balancing her purse on
the edge of the sink and pulling out some make-up. Puckering her full lips
she began to touch up her face, chatting pleasantly while she dabbed on the
lipstick as if nothing out of the ordinary had been going on under the
table.
Standing behind her, Emily watched Tiffany’s
reflection as the woman
examined herself in the mirror. Emily didn’t know quite what to say, but
felt that silence was not the best idea. Holding her breath she brought up
the thing most on her mind; Tiffany’s .
“I like your shoes,” she said,
instantly cursing herself for the stupid
comment.
“Oh?” Tiffany said, shifting her eyes
in the mirror to look through the
glass into Emily’s face. “Thank you. I bought them when I went to
San
Francisco last year. Have you ever been?”
Emily shook her head, pursing her lips shut.
She was determined not to let
any more stupid things slip through her mouth that evening.
“They were quite a bargain,” Tiffany
continued. “And I must admit that I
like the feel of the fabric on them
3;what do you think?”
Emily’s blush intensified, and her face
felt as though it were on fire.
She wished she had her wine to take a deep drink right now. Perhaps if she
got a little tipsy she wouldn’t feel so awkward.
“Yes,” she sputtered, still looking
into Tiffany’s eyes via the mirror.
“It’s quite nice, actually.”
Tiffany’s lips spread into a catlike smile
that seemed to stretch across
her whole face. Her blue eyes sparkled like diamonds and her large lashes
only made her seem more beautiful as she winked at Emily.
“I’m glad you think so,” Tiffany
said, breaking away from Emily’s face.
It was as though a huge pressure had been taken
off of Emily’s back. Her
lungs released the air that they had been holding fast, and she seemed to
slump with relaxation as the other woman’s eyes left her own. Allowing
herself to break away from the mirror, Emily couldn’t help but admire the
way Tiffany’s dress hung off her curvy frame, the woman’s hips and buttocks
looking smooth under the black fabric.
When Tiffany turned around, Emily quickly
averted her eyes, ashamed to have
been looking at the other woman in such a way. Her thoughts were dirty, she
told herself, and not something she should allow herself to be thinking
about the wife of her husband’s boss.
As if she knew what Emily was thinking, Tiffany
walked towards the younger
woman, still smiling as she took the steps to bring her directly in front of
Emily. Tiffany was taller, and Emily had to bend her neck a bit to look the
woman in the face. Their breasts almost touched, they were so close, and
Emily was suddenly painfully aware of her heavy breathing.
“Do you know why you are here tonight?”
Tiffany asked quietly.
Emily shook her head. “Your husband
invited my husband to dinner,” she
said, her voice just as soft as Tiffany’s question had been.
Tiffany shook her head in negation.
“Don’t you think it’s odd that my
husband, who hasn’t spoken once to your husband the entire time they’ve
worked together, would just invite you out? No, it was I.”
“What do you mean?” Emily asked, her
voice shaking.
“I wanted to get you out of the house,”
Tiffany said, her arm rising and
her fingers brushing softly against Emily’s bare arm. Emily shivered as the
woman’s soft fingers caressed her, and she shut her eyes slightly before
regaining her thoughts and opening them wide again. “I was looking for any
excuse to see you outside of the club, and to invite you over to my own home
without frightening you.”
“Frightening me?” Emily asked, trying
to sound brave. She was a nervous
wreck, though, and could practically feel her bone’s shaking as the woman
went on.
“I have to admit that I like you, Em,”
Tiffany smiled. “I doubt you’ve
ever been with a woman, but I would love to try you out.”
The way she said it almost made Emily feel like
an object, but at the same
time she felt something stirring inside her that she hadn’t felt in years.
It was arousal, and lust. Shifting her weight to her other
she looked
down, her eyes taking Tiffany’s body into account as they went down to the
woman’s generous chest, her firm stomach, and then back up to her face.
“I don’t know,” Emily said
shakily. She wanted to lean in and kiss the
other woman. Her breaths were coming in jagged chokes now, and she felt her
eyes beginning to water. Her stomach twisted and she felt butterflies in
the back of her throat. “I feel like a schoolgirl who has never been
kissed,” she admitted, backing away from Tiffany a couple of steps.
Tiffany’s fingers on her arm tightened slightly, keeping Emily from backing
any further away.
“I understand,” Tiffany whispered,
“And I want to teach you. Please
3;it
will be enjoyable for both of us.”
Emily swallowed hard, trying to make up her
mind. “Okay,” she said, her
voice barely audible. “I want to try. I want you to teach me.”
“First lesson,” Tiffany said, leaning
her face down towards Emily’s. Emily
closed her eyes as the soft lips touched hers, the scent of the lipstick
heavy in her nostrils as Tiffany’s lips rested gently on her own. It was as
though a great pressure had been relieved, and while she didn’t particularly
enjoy the kiss, she nevertheless felt relaxed and as though the tension held
in her body was melting away at least slightly. Tiffany pulled away and
Emily smiled, the first genuine smile she’d been able to conjure in the
bathroom. “Good,” Tiffany said. “The first lesson is to not be
afraid,
just let it happen. I think that I’m a good teacher, and you’re going to
be
a fine student. Now, let’s get out of here and go back to our husbands.
They’re probably wondering what has happened to us by now!”
Emily smiled again and nodded, taking a quick
glance in the mirror to make
sure none of Tiffany’s lipstick had come off on her lips. Smiling at her
reflection, she saw that the nervous girl that had looked back at her not
long before had gone, and in her place was one who’s eyes said that they
were ready. Taking a deep breath she followed Tiffany out of the small
room, her blush coming back when a woman’s eyes widened in surprise at
seeing two people leave the one-person stall.
Emily made love to her husband with newfound rigor that evening. Her heart
was still pounding from the throaty words Tiffany had spoken to her at the
restaurant, and their steamy kiss outside the ladies washroom.
“What’s come over you tonight, Em?”
Joe smiled, his lips crushing Emily
against the pillow.
Closing her eyes as Joe claimed her body, Emily
couldn’t get Tiffany out of
her head. Tiffany was only eight years older, but her experience was far
past that. Emily fell asleep as soon as the light went out, Joe’s soft
snores not bothering her for the first time in months. She dreamt of
Tiffany’s luscious lips and seductive smile, and the feel of the older
woman’s rubbing against Emily’s .
Joe was already gone to work when Emily woke
up. She stretched her body on
the bed, relishing the feel of the soft fabric against her naked body. From
to fingertips she felt like a new person, and she smiled widely before
she even opened her eyes.
In to the shower, letting the water cascade
down her body. Emily rubbed
the soap on her skin, lingering at her sensitive nipples and teasing them
with her own fingers. She imagined Tiffany’s nipples and Tiffany’s hands
on
her body. Closing her eyes she pictured their kiss in her mind, and felt
her heartbeat quicken at the thought. Once dry, she went straight for the
phone, flipping through the address book on her desk to find the Logan’s
number.
“Hello?” Tiffany’s voice sounded
tired, a little annoyed, and, Emily
thought, very sexy.
“Hi, Tiffany. It’s Emily.”
“Oh! Hello dear,” Emily could
almost picture the smile on Tiffany’s lips
as she greeted her. “I’ve been thinking about you.”
Emily breathed heavily into the phone.
She couldn’t hold back the
excitement in her voice. “I’ve been thinking about you, too,” she
confessed. “I...I’m eager to meet with you again.”
“I’m glad to hear it, Emily,”
Tiffany said. She cleared her throat and
said in almost a whisper “I know you enjoyed the first lesson. I’d love to
move on to the second.”
Emily’s tongue darted out of her mouth to
lick her drying lips. She looked
out the window, staring at nothing. She breathed in a deep breath. “I
can’t wait, Tiffany.”
“I’m glad you’re so eager,”
Tiffany laughed. “Do you think today would be
okay? David’s not expected home until four...when is Joe off work?”
“Five,” Emily said, her lips curling
into a broad smile. “Do you want to
come over?”
“Why don’t you come here, darling?
I have a hot tub...”
Emily nearly jumped at the offer. “Sure,
just give me the address.”
Tiffany told Emily the address and a few simple
instructions. After quick
goodbye’s and see-you-soons Emily hung up her phone and practically ran up
the stairs to the bedroom. Flinging open her closet she tore through her
clothing, trying to find something appropriate for her meeting. She paused
at a dress she had purchased a year ago, one that Joe hadn’t liked and had
forbidden her to wear.
“Perfect,” she whispered to no one,
pulling it off the shelf. She was
ready and out the door before eleven o’clock.
Tiffany answered the door wrapped in a casual
white robe, her bare legs
exposed from the down.
“That is a very nice dress,” Tiffany
breathed, her eyes wandering up and
down Emily’s body. Emily smiled to herself for surprising Tiffany in some
regard. The dress was spectacular in its simplicity, a brief skirt that
ended just above the knee but was split to the upper . It fit like a
second skin over Emily’s slim body, showing off the curves of her ample
breasts, and the smooth shape of her hips. “It looks wonderful on you,”
Tiffany added. She opened the door wide and beckoned Emily inside. Almost
shyly Emily smiled briefly at the other woman, breaking eye contact and
walking past her into the large house.
“You’ll have to excuse the mess,”
Tiffany said, smiling, as she shut the
door behind Emily. The place was spotless, and Emily smiled a little at
Tiffany’s joke. “I’m so glad you wanted to come.”
“I have to say,” Emily started,
“That this is maybe the wildest thing I
have ever done.”
“That’s a shame,” Tiffany
sighed, putting her hand on Emily’s shoulder. “A
girl like you should get in trouble more often.”
Emily blushed. The uncharacteristic
boldness she had felt on the phone
earlier seemed to have vanished, but her pussy grew warm under the other
woman’s gaze.
“Do you want to get in the hot tub?”
Tiffany asked. “You look a little
tense...you didn’t sound so tense on the phone.”
Heat seemed to pulse through Emily’s body
and she was afraid that her face
was bright red. Secretly she had hoped for this invitation. “I didn’t
bring a bathing suit,” she said, smiling slightly.
“Sweet, innocent, naďve child,”
Tiffany said teasingly, guiding Emily
through double doors to an indoor deck with glass windows from floor to
ceiling all around. “Where we’re going we don’t need bathing suits.”
This
was the response that Emily had secretly been hoping to hear. Taking a
couple of steps forward and then turning around, Tiffany smiled down at
Emily. It seemed as though she moved in slow motion, her fingers tugging on
the belt of her robe and the white fabric falling away from her body. Emily
gasped before she could catch herself, the sight of the older woman’s body
stunning her.
Tiffany was still smiling when Emily’s
eyes reached her face again, and
Emily looked away quickly to cover her embarrassment.
“You don’t have to be shy, darling,”
purred Tiffany, taking the few steps
towards Emily she needed to reach her shoulder. Emily shivered with a
mingle of excitement and fear at Tiffany’s touch. “Now, let’s get you
out
of that dress and in to that nice tub of water, hmm?”
Swallowing deeply, Emily kept her eyes
downcast, watching in fascination as
Tiffany began to tug at her dress sleeves. The clingy fabric stretched
easily over her smooth shoulders, peeling down her breasts and over her
curvy hips until it pooled at her . Emily stood, nearly nude,
in her
black lace bra and panties, the teasing half see-through fabric almost the
same shade as her hair.
A soft sound came out of Tiffany’s throat,
making Emily smile. Tiffany was
obviously as impressed with Emily’s body as Emily was with hers. In the
sauna at the club Emily had admired the shape of Tiffany’s curves, but never
nude before.
“Need some help with that bra?”
Tiffany said, her voice sounding slightly
shaky, as if she was losing some of her cool. Emily felt a special kind of
excitement deep inside her body as the other woman sauntered coolly and
collectively over to her.
“Please,” Emily whispered, and it was
more of a plea in general than an
acceptance of the offer for help. Shutting her eyes, Emily tried to gather
her senses and keep herself from losing control over the situation. She was
excited, eager, happy, but also frightened.
“I’m not going to hurt you,”
Tiffany said, the usual humor in her voice
gone for a moment. The words were spoken with a definite seriousness that
almost made Emily want to laugh aloud.
Eye to eye, Tiffany looked over Emily’s
face. Emily felt her cheeks
turning pink under Tiffany’s gaze, but seemed unable to move away. With a
slight brush of flesh against flesh, Tiffany reached around Emily’s body.
Long fingers unhooked the bra easily, Tiffany’s hands now supporting the
heavy flesh of Emily’s bosom.. It almost seemed as if time stood still
while the two women stood in silence, Tiffany’s arms still around Emily’s
small body. Unable to control it, Emily shivered, her limbs suddenly cold
and hot at the same time.
“Want to get into the tub?” Tiffany
asked, finally releasing the bra so
that Emily’s breasts relaxed slightly in front of her.
Emily nodded, but her face stayed serious.
Neither woman seemed able to
move as they stood, their breasts nearly touching, waiting for something to
happen.
It was as if they both breathed for the first
time, their bodies relaxing
as they turned away from each other and went towards the hot tub without
making a sound. The hot tub was above ground, a small set of steps leading
up the sides of it. Tiffany climbed in first, giving Emily a long look at
her pert bottom as she climbed the steps and then easily lowered herself
into the hot water. Emily took a deep breath and followed Tiffany’s lead,
climbing the steps and then lowering one after another into the hot
water.
The heat hit her body like a wave, the steam
seeming to come up like a
cloud from the pool, drifting up into Emily’s face and into her body. She
took another deep breath and lowered herself into the water, struggling to
stay still as it warmed her almost uncomfortably.
Across the hot tub, Tiffany lay back, her head
resting on the side of the
tub, her arms stretched on either side of her outside of the water, and her
eyes appeared to be closed. Emily settled down into the water, the small
waves hitting her upper chest, and her breasts bobbing at the surface.
“The water is nice,” Tiffany said,
her voice practically purring. “Don’t
you think so, darling?”
“Yes,” Emily said, suddenly shy and
self-conscious all over again. The
water offered some protection from Tiffany’s eyes, but at the same time she
felt more naked than she’d ever been before.
“Relax, sweetheart,” Tiffany said.
Emily felt ashamed; why did the other
woman always need to tell her to relax? Why was she so tense? “Just sit
back and let the water warm you up.”
It felt to Emily as though nothing could warm
her up more. Her body was
warm to the core, but she did as Tiffany suggested and lay back against the
side, closing her eyes and taking a few deep breaths of the steamy air. Her
lungs seemed to fill with the heat, her whole body inside and out warmed
thoroughly, and despite her fears she felt her muscles almost melting.
Something brushed against Emily’s
and she nearly jumped in surprise.
Apparently she hadn’t been as relaxed as she’d thought.
Tiffany laughed. “You are so cute,”
she said, rubbing her against
Emily’s again. The skin felt strange in the water, the toes foreign, and
yet Emily felt a wave of new excitement, feeling that against her own.
“I don’t know why I’m so tense,”
Emily said nervously, stretching her
out slightly to allow Tiffany better access. “I’m excited and I’m
scared
all at the same time
3;and now I’m babbling.”
“I completely understand, baby,”
Tiffany said, the soft caressing with her
not ceasing or lightening at all. If anything, she was becoming more
intense in her efforts, branching out from the sole of Emily’s to
the
instep, and then around the whole small limb. “You just close your eyes and
let me do my thing, okay? There is plenty of time to relax. I promise.”
Taking another deep breath, Emily tried to
concentrate on anything, to
grasp and lock her mind on any possible subject. She was afraid that if she
got too caught up in what was happening under the water then it would
completely consume her. But would that be such a bad thing?
Tiffany’s ,
slightly rough from the inevitable pruning of the water,
began to trace slowly up Emily’s . Emily gasped and
pushed her thighs
together, her sudden movement upsetting the calm water, the waves hitting
her as high as the neck as she struggled to keep her semblance of
relaxation.
“I can tell you’re tense,”
Tiffany said, her voice mildly teasing. The
began to tickle its way up Emily’s , reminding Emily of the play
under the table in the restaurant the night before. The memory played into
a reenactment of the kiss in the ladies room, and Emily felt a different
part of her body becoming hot for a different set of reasons. Softly she
moaned, so softly she hardly noticed it at all. But Tiffany did.
The room seemed filled with nothing but the
sound of the water lapping at
the women’s bodies, only silence coming from the two as Tiffany’s toes
teased Emily’s .
Emily stretched out unconsciously, relaxing her
tightly pressed thighs and
letting the warm water lap at her most private places. The warmth she felt
inside of her seemed to be peaking at the tiny nub between her legs as it
grew hard. Tiffany’s traced its way up Emily’s
calf, to the knee,
lingering at the sensitive area behind the joint and applying soft pressure.
Moaning again, Emily was much more aware this
time when she stretched her
out further, allowing Tiffany better access to the tender skin. The
expression on Tiffany’s face was lost to Emily because Emily’s eyes were
closed, the only thing she saw were specks of bright lights as the heat in
her body became more intense than before.
Slowly yet with purpose the
trailed up Emily’s body, the toes pressing
and pulling at her skin as they moved from behind her knees to the soft
flesh of her thighs. The were like hands, doing all the
things to
Emily’s body that only hands had done before, and only her husband’s hands
at that. But this was doing different things to Emily’s senses than her
husband could ever have done, and at the moment Joe was the furthest thing
from Emily’s mind.
“Tiffany,” she whimpered, breaking
the silence.
“Yes, darling?” Tiffany said softly,
her voice breaking through the steam
and making its way directly to Emily’s throbbing loins. It seemed as though
Tiffany’s breath was on her slit, the softness of it blowing at the
sensitive skin. But it was only water down there, and a
inching slowly
towards the folds of flesh.
“Oh, god,” Emily said as the toes
made their way to her private areas, and
she seemed to sink a couple of more inches into the water, her body losing
all control of keeping her above the surface. Her face floated above the
water and she breathed heavily, concentrating on keeping her breathing even
as Tiffany’s toe penetrated her body.
“Do it to me,” Tiffany whispered, and
Emily seemed to take a moment to
digest this command.
Slowly, Emily lifted her
and rubbed it against Tiffany’s in a
similar way to what Tiffany had just been doing to her. It was hard to
concentrate while Tiffany’s toe teased the wet skin of her pubic area, but
she managed to work her up Tiffany’s shapely
and into the folds of
Tiffany’s own body.
“Like this,” Tiffany said, and moved
her big toe slightly into the folds of
skin. Emily gasped with pleasure. Tiffany’s toe was sliding up and down
the slit, flicking Emily’s nub with movements that almost seemed too gentle
to associate with a . The pleasure stopped and
Emily knew that it was
her turn.
Tiffany’s flesh felt strange against the
roughness of Emily’s , but she
did her best to work her toe’s way softly into the other woman’s skin. The
lips seemed to part easily, and Emily felt a slickness that had to have been
more than water. She smiled, pleased with herself for finding the moisture,
and ran her toe up to Tiffany’s clit.
The clit seemed swollen, and larger than Emily
had imagined. And the heat
radiating off of it was unbelievable. Tiffany moaned loudly, her toe in
Emily’s body flicking harder at Emily’s sensitive area’s as Emily explored
Tiffany’s nether regions.
“The ,” Tiffany said, her voice
quivering with the obvious pleasure she
was receiving from Emily. “Are very sensitive, and also very able to give
pleasure.”
“I see that,” Emily said, smiling.
Tiffany’s toe seemed to crush Emily’s
clit for a moment, causing Emily to suck in her breath.
“We are capable of extreme pleasure,”
Tiffany went on. “Has your husband
ever made you feel like this?”
Emily’s back arched as Tiffany’s
flicking because deadly serious, the
intensity almost too much for Emily’s body to handle.
“No,” she gasped, her body seeming to
peak with its pleasure, her mind
blanking for a moment, and her , working intently on Tiffany’s
folds,
followed Tiffany’s lead and became more intense as well.
“The second lesson,” Tiffany gasped,
her legs coming together quickly and
wrapping around Emily’s , Emily’s
trapped in the folds as Tiffany’s
body shuddered with a .
Emily felt one last burst of intense pleasure
and then it felt as though
everything became a blur, her whole body tightening and floating in the
water, rushes of pleasure pulsing through her body, the flesh jiggling with
her convulses as she came with the other woman.
“That is the second lesson,” Tiffany
said, breathing hard. “For the third,
follow me upstairs.”
Emily lay limply in the tub as Tiffany released
her
from between her
own, standing up and seeming to shake herself off. As calmly and coolly as
ever, Tiffany climbed out of the tub and Emily saw her disappear through the
doors. After a moment of collecting her thoughts, a moment which probably
lasted two seconds, Emily scrambled out of the water and leaving a trailof
water behind her hurried after Tiffany. She couldn’t wait for the next
lesson.