Oh bye the way, red tape first.
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Are you sitting comfortably? Then I'll begin.
Once upon a time, not so long ago, in a log cabin built by
her father next to a lake in the middle of a huge forest,
lived a young girl called Julie. Julie's parents had
decided to go back to nature so they grew their own wheat in
a small clearing in the forest, had a few tethered sheep,
kept bees for honey and even made their own candles from
bees wax. Sonia traded a few of her hand made sweaters,
natural colours, all natural dies to give her daughter the
basics in life, a Honda generator and a third hand computer.
Julie looked up as she heard an aircraft overhead, the
very first visitor this spring? After practising all winter
on Flight Simulator she was sure she could talk Chuck into
letting her try her piloting skills this time, after all
she'd practised taking off from a lake over 2,000 times and
the real thing couldn't be that difficult could it? The
plane swooped down at the far end of the lake and she saw
Chuck help out two tourists complete with enough fishing
tackle to land a whale. Chuck made his living dropping
fishermen off into the bush where the fish teemed and were
unused to fishermen. He taxied back to the picturesque log
cabin where Julie lived with her parents, to deliver the
mail, bring news from the outside world and take Julie for
her dental check-up. He'd be back in a week's time did Mike
have any carvings to trade? There were a few tourists
around including the fishermen's wives so Sonia might have a
market for her weavings. He'd mentioned Sonia's superb
knitted natural wool fishermen's sweaters so no doubt they
would be across during the week.
Julie threw her arms around Chuck gave him a big sloppy
kiss and insisted he let her try flying the Beaver back with
all the enthusiasm that only an excited ten year old could
have. This time her mother was trusting her with the
summer's shopping list and she was going to pick out her own
patterns and material. She'd seen no one but a couple of
trappers all winter, besides Chuck was bound to let her at
least take the off from the lake. "She'd absolutely die
otherwise. Please Chuck."
Eventually they were ready to take off, Chuck cast off the
mooring rope and watched as Julie worked the controls
perfectly, a little heavy on the throttle and then they were
airborne. "I forgot to ask how much load you had on didn't
I? I practised with a full load on a hot day all winter"
Chuck chuckled, "I didn't use too much extra fuel did I?"
She questioned? "You'll do." came the reply. "Are you
taking us down as well?" " Mais Oui, certainment! see I've
been practising my French as well". Julie gave Chuck a coy
sideways look and Chuck said a silent prayer for all the
poor males in the years to come.
In the dentist waiting room, for once, there was a local
paper only a week old, for sale one slightly used surplus
air base with hardened aircraft hangers suitable for long
range nuclear bombers complete with ground equipment
including radar, fire trucks, fire extinguishers and R.V.s,
tenders to be submitted by the end of the month, the new
owner had to undertake to dispose of all nuclear and
petroleum products still on the base in an environmentally
friendly way. An R.V., her dad had always dreamt and talked
about having an R.V. Being able to drive anywhere and just
sleep in the back and it was his birthday in only two months
time. Perhaps a surprise, she had over $150 in her savings
account and she'd managed to save another $100 on the
supplies half of which was hers. The receptionist helped
her compose a professional looking letter on her word
processor, complete with a paragraph undertaking to meet the
disposal conditions of sale, and print it off on the office
laser. She showed her how to type the address on the IBM
Selectric typewriter, "When would they make a printer that
really could print envelopes?" She found a file and made
Julie take a photocopy of the advert and place it carefully
in the file. School projects were so realistic these days,
not like her young days carefully copying in copperplate
handwriting exactly what was on the board, no spell checkers
to help out either, just write out the correct spelling 30
times... Oh Heavens above didn't that girl realise for
school projects you had to hand them in not put them in the
mail box across the road.
Three months later Chuck dropped three more fishermen on
the lake and taxied over. Julie had two official letters,
the first which he'd opened by mistake demanded money to be
paid by the 30th of June, so he'd paid it for her, some sort
of school taxes was it? No rush for the money. The second
he hadn't opened but was very curious about what was inside.
Julie tore open the large padded envelope; out fell a huge
bunch of keys, a map of her airport, a wad of paper and a
set of CDs. Julie passed the keys to her Dad, "Happy
Birthday Dad, its a bit late but here's your R.V. second
hand I'm afraid and there's some other stuff that comes with
it but its sitting waiting for you only thirty miles away,
does that matter?"
Sonia looked through the papers, Mike stood there open
mouthed, Sonia grabbed him by the arm, took Julie by the
other turned to Chuck, "Taxi to the R.V. please, and it does
look as if it comes with its own airport so don't say
there's no where to land!"
At the airport Sonia quickly took charge. She and her
husband might have decided on a simpler life style years ago
when flower power was king but Sonia missed her fitted
kitchens, central heating, air conditioning and all the
thousand and one little things that normal Canadians have to
make life easier. She looked on the map for the officer's
apartments, took the bunch of keys and opened the door.
Luxury, a fitted kitchen, a sparkling bathroom with a bath
big enough for six, even a sprung mattress on the bed. She
turned on the bath's hot tap; hot water came gushing out.
Julie and Chuck were shooed out of the door saying off you
go to the garage to check out the R.V.s and don't be back
too quickly. Mike was soon subject to two big brown eyes
gazing up at him. "I'll run a real bath for you my love,
look its quite big enough for two and afterwards if you
think I'm passing up a chance to try out the bed springs you
have another think coming". With this she took Mike by the
hand and dragged him to the sunken bath in the bathroom and
tore off his clothes. Luxury, her first hot bath in nine
years, the previous occupant had left a bottle of shampoo
and some scented soap. Mike had first his hair washed then
he was soaped all over. As Sonia put the shampoo bottle
down she knocked some type of switch and bubbles burst forth
from outlets all round the bath, jets of water pulsed out,
one between her thighs, Oh-my-god respectable baths didn't
caress a lady in quite that way she was quite quite certain.
Meanwhile Charles and Julie wandered across to a low mound
marked garage and opened the door. Inside where lined up
five trucks with four five foot tall tires on the side,
three were bright red with FIRE emblazoned on them, two
where in camouflage colours and had the words Recovery
Vehicle in small black letters on the drivers door and a
folding arm crane just behind the cab. "Oh Dear, I do hope
I haven't spent my two hundred dollars on the wrong R.V."
sighed Julie.
Chuck smiled and murmured something about he'd always
wanted to drive a real cross-country vehicle. "You mean a 4
x 4 jeep?" " Shucks those are just toys, these are the real
ones 8 x 8, with a V32 18 litre multi-fuel engine unless I'm
mistaken. Now let's go kid, first one there gets to drive!"
as they raced across and scrambled aboard. They did the
cockpit check together, Fuel? "Main Tank?" "Empty",
"Reserve?" "Low" "Name?" "What?" cried out Julie. "Wrong a
beautiful lady like this deserves a name", "Its a truck for
heavens sake", "So?" "Its big enough to be an elephant" " OK
Ellie then?" "OK Ellie she is". "First stop fuel Bunker
then", Chuck started Ellie up and they rolled over to the
fuel bunker. Chuck stared at the gauge only 20,000,000
gallons left in the bunker. "Is that enough?" "Well I hope
so for a few days at least". There was no power at the pump
but Chuck showed Julie how to insert the manual pump handle
and pump out the fuel.
After the third near vertical climb up the side of one of
the hardened hangers Julie thought this was cool and took
over driving. Ellie just went anywhere, she rode over
practically anything, fallen tree trunks, piles of bricks,
eventually Julie plunged down the far side of a hanger and
into the lake beyond. "Argh! I can't swim" panicked Chuck,
"No but I'm sure Ellie can, and look there's a switch here
marked jet propeller" Julie toggled the switch on and Ellie
started to swim slowly forward. "Real cool!!" Eventually
Ellie slowly dragged herself out of the water and they
rolled slowly back to the garage.
In February the following year Julie was tired of staying
inside so dressed in her snowsuit she opened up Ellie's
garage door clambered up and set forth. Ellie seemed to
like the snow, it seemed so much easier than tobogganing to
let Ellie clamber slowly up the slope with her eight wheel
drive, then fly down the other side, leaving 12 inch deep
tracks behind in the snow.
After a couple of hills like this she came across a Portabin
on skids in the middle of nowhere with two heavily wrapped
up bodies struggling to right a tripod with some mysterious
object on top. Julie drove Ellie up and jumped out. "Who
are you? What you doing?, Have you any children?, Are you
trying to set that tripod thing upright? Can I help?" the
questions rattled out. The first muffled figure explained
yes they were very busy trying and had been trying all
morning to get the cursed thing back up after it had blown
down in the night so don't get in the way.
Julie walked back to Ellie and picked up the remote crane
control that Chuck had shown her, Ellie put her feet down
firmly on the packed snow, her arm that had been hidden
behind the cab extended upwards then swung over the tripod.
"Are you quite sure Ellie and I can't play?" The second
figure humphed, attached Ellie's cable and the tripod was
righted in seconds. Julie followed the two men into their
crowded Portabin that was packed with all sorts of
scientific bits. There were two bunks to sit on but barely
room to move. "Welcome to Station AF34, have a hot
chocolate and tell me where you are from". "Oh Julie's
airport, who are you and where are you from". The men
explained they were government scientists who were doing
measurements to see what was in the rocks beneath the snow.
They used very sensitive instruments, which worked best away
from towns and traffic. "Have you got any cakes? No, Why
not come home with me and you can have some Mom and I made
last night."
Ellie pulled up at the small hill with the perfectly round
door like a porthole painted green in the side. "Now where
have I come across something like this before" mused Doug.
"You aren't Julie Baggins a relation of Bilbo by chance
young lady?" "Heavens no" Julie laughed "Have you read the
Hobbit as well? Do they ever get safely out of Mirkwood?
Come on guys" "Mom" she yelled down the entry phone,
"Visitors".
Minutes later Dr. Michel Peladeau and Dr. Doug Desjardins
where soon at home drinking coffee with Julie and her
parents trying out Julie's culinary efforts. Julie's mother
asked when had they arrived and how long they were supposed
to stay. They had been dropped off last month by a tractor-
trailer and were supposed to stay a year taking scientific
measurements. They had to do all the work themselves since
the only people who had been found to stay in such a remote
site were themselves no one else had volunteered. Could
they operate from Julie's airport if Julie and Ellie drove
them across to their instruments each day? Perhaps they
would like to look round first? Julie took them down the
hallway to the electrical laboratory since everyone knew
scientists lived in laboratories.
Peter's eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store, there
were drawers and drawers of components, oscilloscopes,
signal generators, voltmeters, and other test gear. "Yes,
well we'll certainly know where to find you when we want
you..." murmured Doug. "Do you have any other surprises?"
Doug asked Julie, "Dunno there were a few bits of paper and
some CDs marked airport plans in felt pen but they don't
seem to play any music on my portable."
Doug explained you needed a computer to read the CDs and
if they were military ones then all the documentation would
be in SGML format and he just happened to have the software
on his laptop to read the documentation. Doug looked
through the CDs that contained the documentation, "Have you
found the heated swimming pool yet? It's actually the
cooling system of the slow poke nuclear generator. I
wondered where all the hydro came from." "What's a slow
poke?" "A nuclear generator that was designed to power a
shopping mall, providing both heat and power, no moving
parts apart from the water system and that works by the
heated water rising. Really neat designed to run for 2,000
years without servicing" "I've never heard of one why not,
well Mile Island happened and suddenly nuclear was no longer
fashionable".
"There should be two domes that contain satellite dishes,
and eight radar domes, if we realign a satellite one and
play with the electronics that will save setting up the
brief case when we want to make a phone call." Doug and
Julie went off exploring down the underground city. With
Doug's help Julie's education started on a project by
project basis, practically her first project was to rewire
one satellite dish to the phone. Her second was to connect
a special modem so that a laptop could be used to send e-
mails to anywhere in the world. These were really cool!
Did Doug know that in Norway they had cold winters too?
When the spring thaw came, Michael brought out his fishing
tackle set off to fetch lunch. Over barbecued fresh brown
trout it transpired that both Peter and Doug both were
fishermen but hadn't brought their tackle. Fortunately
Chuck kept Michael well supplied, his fishermen occasionally
left bits of their gear behind so the air was soon filled
with tales of larger than life fish that had some how just
eluded them.
Doug's admin person started sending e-mails asking where
their F93 forms? Didn't they know it was imperative that
form P41 was returned to indicate how many parking places
where in use, did they want a payroll deduction for Canada
Savings bonds? How much paper waste could be recycled if
AG34 started a blue box for each office? Who was organising
their United Way campaign? Would they like Red Cross to
come and collect blood? Doug soon grew tired of answering
the persistent e-mails so Julie took over, sending in nil
returns and signing her replies with "Love, hugs and Kisses
Julie". The clerk in Ottawa was delighted to have someone
who would return the forms, and explained the workings of
administration in government.
On Valentine's day an HQ e-mail arrived, Julie was asked
did she have any end of year purchases to make? It appeared
two major projects were running behind and if Julie could
find a home for $4,000,000 worth of standing offer purchases
for delivery by March 31st HQ would be grateful. Doug and
Peter were deeply engrossed in a rather fascinating anomaly
that had cropped up, Julie asked would anything help their
work, some more pencils, perhaps a pen or two, an overhead
project, a tape recorder, a dozen ergonomic chairs, a new
PC, a new Lap Top, a dozen cell phones, and transmitter,
four bread making machines, six mountain bikes, bed sheets,
duvet covers, a Local Area Network, 200 miles of fibre
cable, a UNIX computer running SAS?, their own cross country
vehicle, they took turns in requesting more and more
outrageous things.
Julie wrote down the details, and used the Intranet to
find the order codes, the cell phone aerial and other
telephone hardware was little tricky, she carefully ordered
everything with just the part numbers and order numbers,
each item was carefully assigned to the requisitions to
minimise the level of signing authority. At HQ they were
quickly signed off with the words "If they are crazy enough
to work in the bush the least we can do is give them the
tools to do the job" by a brave civil servant who was due to
retire on March 31st and was feeling grateful for the 3% pay
rise he'd been given only four years before. He also
queried had they not yet sent down a form 3325b regarding
summer students. "Summer students?" Julie asked Doug about
this. "Oh its just a way to have more civil servants
without them counting as civil servants. Basically we would
pay you for doing well what you do now I suppose. If you
print off a copy of the form I'll scribble something on it."
It was late March when a satellite phone call came, could
they meet Tuesday's freight train at the mine's tramway to
pick up their new supplies. In early April came the e-mail
suggesting 6 student names for the summer job. Could they
please interview the six candidates and let them know who
the successful candidate was. Julie was concerned when she
saw the other candidates but Doug said not to worry.
"Hello, Public service site AG34 here, I understand you
are interested in a summer job with us? Good well we are a
bit remote, you have to catch the train and ask them to drop
you off then it's just a 3-day hike across the bush. Do you
have any first aid experience? What sort, well any really
being a bit remote we don't have any medical facilities and
we were just hoping. By the way you don't have to worry
about the cost of accommodation, we have two port-a-bins
that we use for accommodation and the test equipment, and we
have plenty of dried food. Nearest McDonald's, Pizza or
Chinese takeaway, well far enough away that they don't
deliver but you could probably walk there and back in a
week. Quite certain you aren't interested? Oh dear that
only leaves me with one candidate left out of the six. Your
chances are quite good if you were interested. Quite sure,
well I wish you luck."
"Now Julie, you happen to be the last candidate for this
job. All the others have turned me down. Would you like a
summer job? McDonald's well let's put it this way I don't
think you've missed anything. The pay is around $17 an hour
plus remote site location allowance etc."
Internet and phone access was improved by another project,
in the spring Ellie's cable laying attachment was used to
bury a fibre optic cable in the gravel under the old mining
tramway that ran down to the CP cross Canada rail line.
They found the buried fibre and opened it at one of the
repeaters, Doug explained that 90% of the fibres weren't
used so it was then just a matter of calling his
telecommunication contacts, finding a dark fibre and
splicing a connection. His contacts back in Ottawa would
make the connections at the far end. Once the fibre was in
place life was very different. Julie's education took off
as she used the Internet to explore the world.
Some how the tale of remote site AG34 facilities became
quietly known amongst the researchers fishing community, the
result of which over the next few years the researcher's
ranks swelled. Projects to spot brown bears, track wolves,
measure air purity, water purity, soil acidity, all found
essential reasons why they should be located at AG34.
Julie's education was picked up by asking questions, getting
in the way and generally assisting practically everyone.
Dr. Simon Mayer was Julie's favourite she could sit and
watch him for hours. Simon was handsome, single minded and
enthused. He was just like a kitten, you had to make sure
he remembered to eat, Julie used to make him a fresh coffee
and quietly swop the old mug containing cold coffee away, he
didn't seem to notice, except to continue working sipping as
he worked. She'd sneak off with his cast off clothes and
make sure there were fresh ones for when he took his shower.
His project had quiet times and then Julie would lure him
away from the lab put a fishing rod in his hand. Away from
the lab he became really interesting describing his work
with fresh water plankton, things that Julie couldn't even
see. Simon was determined that nothing would get in the way
of collecting his samples at predetermined times. It was
Simon who showed Julie how the Doppler radar worked to spot
tornadoes and summer storms, how to give Ellie some limited
intelligence by connecting her electronic remote controls
into a lap top computer in the cab that recorded and then
could replay trips Ellie had made so that Ellie could find
her way on predefined tracks, using only GPS guidance, even
at night, in white out snow storm conditions Julie could run
to the plankton traps in Ellie at predefined times to take
samples of plankton through the ice.
A young anthropologist Dr. Kathleen Hall M.D. was looking
for a research project, something with a controlled group
something meaningful ideally a small community of
intelligent people that were isolated from civilisation.
Someone knew of just the thing, a bit on the remote side,
three days hike from the train line in remote bush, AG34
looked especially interesting, sixteen male scientists all
working out of two Portabins and tents in the wild, studying
quite a wide range of disciplines, how did they interact?
What motivated them to spend all their time in such Spartan
conditions in such a remote location? Katie did her
homework, reading up about each of the participants and
their research project. Eventually funding was found, and
the scientist in the field study, as it was later to be
called, became Kate's project, and as her friend Susan said
she couldn't help it if all sixteen were all male single
Ph.D.s and under thirty five could she, just pure random
chance. It really wasn't like shooting fish in a barrel at
all. Should she warn them before she arrived? Or just turn
up on the doorstep? Maps were consulted, there seemed to be
an abandoned tramway that lead to a mine only five miles
from the camp site that made map reading never one of
Katie's strong points easy. Katie compromised, an e-mail
was sent to the administration assistant in Ottawa notifying
them that K. Hall Ph.D. was on the way to AG34 could they
please notify them of the expected arrival date of June 2nd.
Katie packed her rucksack fished out her hiking boots and
boarded the train. Yes she really did want to be put off at
this remote spot where the old mining tramway met the rail
track in the middle of nowhere, this was the right spot, yes
she had a GPS, a two way radio, had notified the RCMP,
checked the weather forecast and really was quite sure.
When the e-mail arrived Julie wondered how K. Hall Ph.D.
intended to arrive? Fourteen e-mails with "Love, Hugs and
Kisses" on the end later she discovered a Miss Kathleen Hall
had a rail ticket on her travel plans. More than seventy
miles across country, in three days? No one would be mad
enough to hike that far would they, especially with the
Doppler showing a rainstorm due? Julie fired up Ellie and
wandered down the old tram tack. Three hours later Ellie's
infrared detectors picked up a human sized warm blob
sheltering under a cape besides the track. "Dr. Kathleen
Hall I presume? Hi I'm Julie do you want to clamber in and
we'll head back." Katie clambered aboard feeling exhausted;
a 70-lb. rucksack was much heavier than she ever remembered.
She really should remember that sports bras were heavier
than Victoria's Secret ones. Ellie's cigar lighter plug was
used to make two welcome cups of hot chocolate. They
chatted as Julie drove back along side the tramway. "What
was her speciality, Why had she chosen AG34?"
Katie soon settled into the community. Julie was pleased
to see someone of her own sex and nearer her own age arrive.
Katie's speciality gave her a whole new way to look at
people and soon Julie was giving questionnaires to all the
community members to see which categories they all fitted
in. Katie showed Julie the files she had built up on the
various scientists. After reviewing the available males to
pick one as being suitable for Katie and careful review of
the questionnaires Julie decided that Simon was quite the
best fit for a stable marriage partner besides being the
coolest. Katie agreed he was interesting but first they
could check a few more things. Katie took blood samples and
Julie helped run numerous tests in the hospital's well-
equipped labs. They determined that Simon was free from
Yellow fever, Malaria, had normal value ranges for blood
sugar levels. They also ran an HIV test and Julie's sex
education began as Katie explained about AIDS, herpes,
hepatitis and other STDs. How if two virgins had sex they
were unlikely to have STDs to pass to each other. If you
had a thousand sexual couplings with a wide range of
partners a thousand times the risk was much greater than
having sex with the same partner a thousand times.
A new project was set up, Simon. Katie thought he was
rather dishy but before starting she felt she ought to do
the whole process by the book. She dug out her CDs and
Julie was soon learning about different characteristics.
Introvert, extrovert, stability, and stubbornness.
Katie used her relationship with Simon to show Julie the
slow stages of courtship. Each contact was analysed, the
time they spent together was plotted each week. Simon
wasn't showing obvious interest but Katie managed to
increase the contact hours slowly. Julie helped by inviting
Katie to listen to Simon talk about his work when she lured
him down to the lakeside. Eventually Katie invited Simon to
join Julie and herself for a cup of coffee and Simon
accepted.
Julie's education took a new direction when Katie arrived,
her engineering projects where sprinkled with bits of
medical and social science. Katie was appalled when she
found out that no one had sat down and sorted out how to get
Julie through University. All the scientists agreed that
she should go. Sonia and Mike hadn't really though about
it. Katie determined to round out Julie's education in the
more practical matters about sex, life, finding a mate,
dresses and the correct way to hold a cup of china tea.
First off was keeping fit in winter, they hooked up a pair
of loud speakers in the gym and got started on exercising to
music. The gym had been designed for military use and had
punch bags with scowling fierce looking faces, at first
Julie was a little afraid of these but Katie found an old
european manual SAS self defence and keep fit book and they
soon adapted the movements to music. Julie kicking out in
the approved manner at the red crosses that Katie said
marked some vital spot or other.
Simon was delighted to help Julie out with her project to
learn about people, he answered the questionnaires and then
started on how social scientists only believed what they
wanted to believe so most of it was twaddle any way. One
had thought married women were oppressed and believed men
when they said they were happier when married but
disbelieved women when they said exactly the same thing.
One of the joys of science he always thought was you knew
just as much about English lit and the social sciences as
those who professed to be professionals but you could leave
them all standing when it came to changing a light bulb. If
Julie was really interested in men and how they worked try
cooking them a simple meal such as steak and kidney or apple
pie, much more effective than all this social science
nonsense.
Doug was walking down to the lake to finish off the day
with a few hours trout fishing when a large sports bag
rapidly descended ten feet in front of him. He looked up to
see a rope dangling from a parachutist's waist, then they
had tumbled to the ground in front of him. A helmet was
removed and she shook her hair out, long red hair, turned to
him and held her hand out, "Where can I find Kate?" She
looked down at her wrist; "I think its fifty feet behind
you?" Doug shook his head and led her to Kate's apartment.
"Hi, Katie, I just thought I'd drop in". "Susan come in,
come in, How are you, How on earth did you get here? Meet
Julie by the way". "Well my company has just been taken
over so I was let go with two years salary so seeing I was
at a loose end and thought I'd drop by for a month and see
how the barrel was working out for you my love, I've always
wanted to try my hand at angling and you made the sport
sound so tempting all those lovely fish all waiting to throw
themselves at little me." "Drop by?" "Sky diving my sweet
but coffee first and Aunt Susan will tell all, and there is
just so much to tell".
"First my loves I met this generous hunk, he simply swept
me off my feet. I'd gone down to the airport with my bags,
see if there were any standby's to Calgary or Vancouver to
come and see you my sweet, so there was I leather trouser
suited in my best travelling clothes, don't you simply adore
it?" she twirled around "Anyway sweetings I saw it on sale
and simply had to have it, even then it cost the earth, I
used the money I was going to spend on the air ticket so I
simply had to go standby, and then I saw him, he looked so
sweet in his pleated skirt so I drifted over and asked him
could I hitch a ride in his private jet to Hampton-on-the-
lake, well you know my idea if you're going to use a pick up
line the most outrageous the better. No, I'll just have
lemon, no lemon; this really is the back woods isn't it? So
sweetings he simply looked at me and said "Lassie wouldna be
trying to pick up a wee bit of skirt now would you?" What
could I say I mean I'm always a truthful girl, "But of
course", with that he muttered "Well the clan does'na work
that way" he picked me up slung me over his shoulder and
nodded to a group of lads who were waving red and white
scarves around with funny woollen caps in red and white.
There must have been seventy of them. They scooped up my
luggage and I was passed hand to hand over their heads
through the security area, I thought one of the security
guards was going to step in and stop me from being carried
off but we just swarmed through and out onto the tarmac.
This you'll never believe but my bit of skirt who was
walking along side by now pointed ahead "My private
chartered jet my lady" there it was, a huge white thing with
Zetland Charter Air Lines, in twenty foot letters then in
smaller six foot high letters in red "Boeing 747 extended
cabin, extended range, London - Falklands non-stop, racing
pigeons, old age clubs, soccer clubs, sky diving club
outings our speciality Mercenary's night drops arranged,
Special rates for Special Forces, Canadian Prime Ministers
press corps catered for, Clan outings Why climb Hadrian's
Wall? We do 10% discount on our already low rates for Clan
raids who bring back cattle and women." I was carried up
into the cabin and shown to one of the rear facing
stewardess's seats by a uniformed stewardess. "Nancy why
did you tell them about the 10% discount, remember the last
time we flew with the McToshes and they brought back five
head of cattle, Och noisy beasties. I'm Lucy by the way, I
suppose he swept you off your feet and carried you directly
here? That will be ten thousand pounds he'll be wanting off
the fare no doubt". She picked up the microphone "Now lads
sit yourselves down, strap yourselves in and it's off to
Vancouver we go. Do you want to see me wiggle into the
safety harness or can you all remember it from last time, Oh
Good cause I forget everything I'm supposed to tell you
myself." A single voice cried out from the rear, "Nancy,
take 'em off" the cry was repeated taken up down the length
of the plane, "Take off time, Take off time, TAKE OFF TIME,"
Nancy picked up the microphone "Hush lads, wait until we
are in the air and the seat belt signs are off, besides
which what will this young lady that young Colin has raided
think of us" "We want Nancy's Knickers!" "We want Nancy's
Knickers!" "We want Nancy's Knickers!" "We want Nancy's
Knickers!" Nancy stood up and took a bow, and pulled down
her panties and tossed them to the crowd. She turned to me
"Soccer fans they get a bit excited you know especially when
its a club outing to see one of their pals, a lad by the
name of Ian in Vancouver. 593 of the Glasgow Rangers
supporters club won the Pools together, 592 are here and
they are going to visit the 593rd in Vancouver, silly lad
told them to drop by any time and he'd put them up. I
wonder what we can arrange for in-flight entertainment for
592 lusty tanked up soccer fans to keep them quiet for three
hours, a boat race perhaps? I'll talk to the girls about it
but first let's feed the buggers. Could you give a hand do
you think? Try not to get within groping distance, I find
if you hand them food first they are too occupied to really
do anything but leer. We've got a few minutes before the
seat lights go out, I do hope Colin didn't just kidnap you,
Oh offered you a ride in his chartered jet to Calgary did
he? Well I dare say we could drop you off, ever sky dived
before? Oh good I am pleased we can just pop you out the
hatch at the back. It was put in specially for the
Falklands you know, we were charted by the British Army and
they put a little jump door in at the back for us in its own
pressurised compartment. The number of racing pigeons we've
dropped out through there, we did the Guinness book of
records sky divers hold hands you know, nothing else can
carry five hundred of them up at once. In the desert war we
had French, British, and American special forces all in at
the same time all dropping off at different points. The
times we've had." The seat light sign went out, she reached
for her microphone "Now lads for lunch its Pineapple Chicken
balls, Fried rice, Chow Mien, from the Toronto Happy
Gathering for 1,200 so tuck in". "We serve the best food in
the air, that's why they keep coming back to us, Harry from
the Lucky Star Chinese restaurant in Lerwick organises it
for us, we just tell him how many and which airport and he
contacts his local Chinese takeaway, its all a single family
business you know and its so simple just dealing with Harry.
Not only that but we get the top rated food reviews for the
industry. Anyway I suggest you change into one of our
uniforms just in case they drop Chinese something or other
on your leather pants. So I slipped on a pair of Zetland
Airlines panties emblazoned with Zetland Air across the
buttocks, hoisted up a pair of black tights and put on one
of Nancy's straight skirts, She found me a white silk
Zetland Air blouse and off I tottered in three inch heels,
handing out Chinese takeaways left right and centre.
When I got back Nancy asked me if I wanted to see some fun
so I nodded. She picked up the microphone, "Would the
gentleman who requested the vegetarian meal like to come to
the kitchen". A lanky red headed bearded lad rose from his
seat and walked the length of the cabin. "Here you are
love, fish and chips with mushy peas". She still had the
microphone switched on in her hands. The red head thanked
her and tried to walk back to his seat, he managed about
twenty feet before the hands reaching out to snatch his fish
and chips brought him to a halt. "I do hope you enjoy your
fresh Aberdeen Cod with extra mushy peas" she crooned over
the loud speakers. "You bastards!! No not the mushy peas as
well, you sods! You miserable bastards! You utter
Englishmen" wept a voice that could be heard over the
general hum of conversation. "There I've always wanted to
get my own back on those troublesome customers who want
something different. I'm not sure that last sentence was
wise though".
I picked up another twenty bags and dashed back to the
fray. As I handed out lunch bags to the right window seats
I was grabbed from behind and twirled round and my blouse
ripped open, my breasts admired and just as I was about to
slap someone's face twirled about again, I felt his hands
grasp my skirt by the kick pleat then it was just ripped
apart, there was a cry of I hate tights and they were ripped
open as well, then I felt teeth on my backside there was a
tearing sound someone said that was better and then my dears
I was quite simply frozen, it felt so delicious but at the
same time, I mean one at least likes to be asked not just
raped, my poor vulva was felt up I think the term is and
just at that moment Nancy came to the rescue with a cry of
"Hamish McDonald!! Here's your lunch; you can play with the
staff later. Really I don't know what to say! Before the
poor girl has had time to feed all your follow club members
what will they think of you?" She hustled me back to the
kitchen, "Oh dear, never stand with your back side sticking
out like that when they have nothing to do, always pass out
the food in front of you, especially with Hamish, he has a
couple of practise cabers in the hold. I think you had the
last spare skirt on, no there's still Jennifer's French maid
skirt, a bit short but it flares out nicely when you turn,
Velcro as well so no problems about the waist size. Pity
about the buttons just tie the blouse together under your
breasts, there that's it. My, your nipples are standing out
straight aren't they". Then we ran into some air
turbulence. By the time I'd bent forward and either tumbled
into men's laps or they'd held me to stop me falling, and
served lunch to 80 fans I was totally sopping. I felt so
exposed, the skirt barely covered what was left of my
panties, and that was just two triangles of material front
and back that no longer met between my legs. Under cover of
ensuring I didn't fall I had at least thirty hands caress my
bottom. I've never felt so wanted by so many in all my
life.
After we fed the brutes the lunch bags Nancy handed me a
basket of fresh rolls with pats of butter, "Get them out
fast this time and come back for shelter start away from the
kitchen and work back." I'm sure I needn't tell you about
the buns flying round the plane. Occasionally one came into
the kitchen but Nancy and I gave as good as we got mind you,
especially as we had a bigger supply. It was a total riot.
Whilst the boys were at play Nancy questioned me exactly
where you lived so I brought out the bit of paper with the
map co-ordinates. Nancy's eye lit up, how simple. She
reached up to the bin above and took out what looked like a
very complicated watch. "Put it on my dear, now we'll just
put in the co-ordinates and then you just follow the little
blue star, well arrow I suppose. One of those nice Jewish
special services lads left it behind last time we did a drop
over Iraq. They like using us because the radar profile
looks less suspicious than one of their own military air
craft. I think we've just got two hours to kill, time for
the boat race. I think we'd better give you rousing the
crowd". "Cheerleading?" "Yes that's the very word." She
picked up the microphone "Blankets down girls, now lads
we're going to have a boat race, I've got four cases of
single malt whisky waiting here for the winning team, three
for the second, two for the third and even one for the last.
Now normally as you know its glasses of beer but Zetland
Airlines we like to keep the weight down so we'll split the
aircraft into quarters, each quarter gets three girls, each
player has to deeply penetrate each girl four times, if the
stewardess has an orgasm then its a spot prize of a
miniature of malt whisky, and a minute off your team's time.
The winning team will be the one with the most satisfied
stewardesses, the most players who stay the course, and the
quickest. You must use a fresh condom for each girl anyone
who loses one during penetration means that team stops
playing and has to drop out, and gets no whisky".
I took up my allotted place; the three stewardesses lay
back on their bed of blankets, fingering themselves to
loosen up. The first player strolled up to the line. The
whistle blew and I helped him from his clothes, jammed on a
condom, and wiped it with a smear of KY jelly. "Off you go
lad" I whispered in his ear. "Come on Front Port Team!"
Get thy trousers off Albert! Don't tell me you don't know
where to put it!!". I think he must have been a virgin I
had to guide it in and tell him to push, he soon got the
hang of it, "Push lad push!" "Only four times you stupid
bugger get on to the next one". The poor lad lost a load on
his second stewardess mind you the way she was dragging him
down on top of her and raking him his testicles with her
nails probably didn't help. Then he had to get his erection
up again, but he made a quick recovery once I popped a fresh
condom on and gave him a few licks. Shelley's sheer light
blue baby doll night-dress probably didn't hurt either.
Shelley told me later it really gets her blood flowing when
she feels the emotion as the rest of the team practically
will her to an organism. She got this wonderful sense of
achievement when they carried on after four strokes, she
felt really wanted."
"Anyway after my expert cheerleading my quarter won, my
share of the single malt is in my bag by the way, every one
was thoroughly exhausted Nancy took me to the back and
rolled up the carpet, opened a trap door and we popped down.
Fortunately all my things were in bags already so we just
tied them to my waist, donned on a set of jumping gear that
some one had left behind and here I am, just drifting down
like a leaf following this little arrow thingy. Are you
magnetic or something? It doesn't seem to be pointing to
you now? What have you got for me by the way? Any cast-
offs, you know apart from Simon. All of them except Simon.
Well I must say the one who showed me the way here looked
interesting. Julie has checked all of them for every STD
known to woman-kind and none even showed any signs even on
repeated testing. Julie was doing a project on disease was
she, don't tell me you'd like to test me too, off we pop
then to your lab."
Later that week Douglas bumped into Katie, "Are you sure
Suzanne has been fishing before? She really doesn't seem to
know very much, not that I'm complaining mind you its quite
fun teaching her, just from something she said when she
arrived".
Friday evening by tradition a dozen or so of the
researchers met up in the officer's mess. It had long
wooden bar, with brass fittings, a couple of pool tables, an
old jukebox and a few tables and chairs scattered around.
Doug have mentioned it to her and apologised saying the
jukebox had nothing later than 1965 on it, but if she cared
to drop by for a drink? Simon, Julie and Katie were sat in
Katie's apartment, Julie was running Simon through multiple
personality questionnaires since Simon had brought up the
question of consistency of answers and results from
different authors. Suzanne decided to liven her evening up
and left them to it. Dressing carefully in a 1960's style
flared skirt with petticoats, seamed tights covered by
frilly panties, high heeled sneakers, a thin black ribbed
jumper over a long line bra that thrust her best points
forward, and her chestnut hair tied back in a pony tail.
She entered, she loaded the jukebox with nickels, and called
out "I wanna Jive with everybody!!" as "Thirteen Women and
only One Man in Town" thundered from the Jukebox. She
swirled her skirts high showing off her frills, and threw
herself round the floor flirting with each in turn. The
music tempo slowed, and she slowed too, moving in closer,
slow snuggled up dancing that left her breathless as first
one then another rubbed their firm penises against her.
She slipped away to the ladies and changed out of her more
conservative clothes into some thing a little more daring.
Attaching the garter straps to her corset she wondered how
far she could provoke them, she thought her bar maid's
outfit should capture even more attention than before,
especially the loose top, the floaty, semi-opaque fabric
skimming the crests of large, semi-erect nipples. Beneath
she wore a simple platform bra. She slipped on a short
flared skirt and attached the black seamed stockings, her
favourite white flimsy panties with the pretty bows at the
side followed, they looked quite normal from the front with
a line of lacy running from top to bottom, with luck they
won't realise the change from tights at first. She caressed
her breasts to ensure her nipples looked their best through
the thin silky material and then ShowTime, she slipped
behind the bar and gave her best floozy barmaid act to the
fore. After serving those sat round at the bar making sure
she leaned forward as she put the glasses down on the bar it
was time to drum up a little more trade. Douglas was
talking fishing again, she carefully sat down on his lap
placed her arms round his neck "La sir surely a fine
gentleman like yourself would like a glass of brandy or some
such to keep the cold out". "I think a table dance might
just rise the temperature?" "La what sort of girl do you
think I am?" Douglas rose and dropped his nickel in, the
music tempted her, and he handed her up onto the small stage
where in previous times medals for getting lost in the woods
for a week and getting back safely had been handed out. The
others drew their chairs up. "We want a dance! We want a
dance!" they chanted. She curtsied before them "Your wish
is my command O masters". She danced slowly before them,
glancing smouldering glances over her shoulders, the music's
beat ran faster, she swirled giving them the first glimpse
of stocking tops, she dipped, she dived, she jived, she
gloried in their undivided attention. They could see her
breasts moving clearly under her top, "Topless", came the
chant, "Topless", she teased them lifting the soft fabric
slowly out from her skirt, slowly she undid the lowest
button, counted to twenty then undid the next, another
twenty, another button she swirled around pushed her back
side out and wiggled it, the final button, she danced on,
holding the fabric tightly across her breasts, she coyly
opened her top, displaying first one nipple then the other,
she skipped off the stage and behind Douglas. She unclipped
her bra and ran her fingers across his brow, caressed the
back of his neck and shoulders with her bosom. She dealt
out the same treatment to each in turn then waltzed up on
the stage once more kneeling upright in front of Douglas
guided his teeth to her bows "Tug gently lover".
She pushed her pubic bone against his nose, she felt his
tongue on her thighs she sat on the edge of the stage legs
apart and said "Exercise tongue time, just a little more to
the side not quite so direct please". She melted. She
barely managed to move onto the next each time. Eleven
orgasms and the twelfth wasn't bad either just gentler not
quite so harsh. She took a deep breath and walked to the
back of the stage. Picked up a black top hat and cane and
danced once more in just her seamed stockings and garter
belt. At the end she curtsied, took off her hat and
produced a fluffy pink rabbit, to laughter and much
applause. Now for the climax, could she go through with it?
"For my next trick I shall require the assistance of a
member of the audience". She stepped across to Douglas and
took him by the hand. "Now sir, if you'd just like to lie
back I'll just put a pillow under your head". She turned to
her audience "Last time I made something appear this time
it's a vanishing trick. Just to ensure that everything
thing is absolutely straight forward I'll tie the
gentleman's hands to the stage it is useful having tie sided
panties isn't it? For the other hand my blouse, for the
legs, I think stockings would be appropriate don't you?"
She fished out a second pair from her handbag. "Just relax
Sir, let me unbutton your shirt. Does that feel better?"
As she ran her fingers across Douglas's chest. "Now what
can we find to make disappear?" The audience picked up the
mood; she ran her fingers lower "I couldn't possibly could
I? In any case its far too big, look I'll show you." She
lowered Douglas's trousers and lower her lips on his penis
half way down she smooched her lips and raised her head
leaving a red smear of lip stick half way down. She
addressed herself to her audience "You mean if I simple
lower myself there's a hole under tummy that that monster
fits in?" In response to the audience's encouragement she
lowered herself slowly an inch at a time until finally
Douglas's cock had disappeared beneath her. After releasing
him she curled up on his lap with her arms round his neck.
"I'm not on the pill you know" she whispered in his ear.
In the morning she arrived back in time for breakfast.
Julie and Katie were sitting down to flapjacks and maple
syrup. "Hi Katie I'm engaged". "Anyone I know?" "Douglas
silly" "How did you get his attention, rape him in front of
witnesses?" "How did you guess? I suppose technically I
did then told him I wasn't on the pill." "Suzanne really,
Why didn't I think of it? I don't suppose you even
mentioned that you use a coil? How did Dr. Linkus describe
them, one of those things that the sperm swim up, round and
round get confused and drop out" "Well he didn't ask, and I
was truthful, wasn't I? Is that really how it works?"
"Good a guess as any". "Anyway my sweets Douglas is
transferring to Toronto at the end of the month and I'll be
going with him. He's such a pet."
It was getting closer to Julie's time to go to university.
Several of the scientists had contacted various old boy
networks samples of Julie's work had been sent off and the
net result was Julie was to be admitted to read Electrical
Engineering in the fall conditional on her being able to
keep up with the work even though she hadn't formally passed
grade school.
Katie thought she ought to do something about Simon, the
relationship didn't seem to be going anywhere, she really
didn't think she could rape him in front of witnesses.
She'd finally got her grandmother to send her a steak and
kidney pie recipe, she'd bribed Sonia to kill three sheep
together for their kidneys and finally sitting in her
freezer was the result, one steak and kidney with puff
pastry topping.
It was a hot 35 degrees, no breeze and it was humid.
Julie had on a pretty halter neck back-less cotton sundress
patterned with blue flowers of the type that showed off as
much thigh as one could without appearing indecent. She
waltzed into to Katie's apartment and twirled. "So what do
you think?" "If I was eighteen again and had legs like
those I'd wear something like that as well. Go away go try
out my new bicycle seat. At the same time see if Simon's in
his lab if you go fast enough there might just be a breeze"
"OK, oldie". "I'm not going to even mention I was catalogue
shopping and found something for you to take to Ottawa,
apparently everyone cycles in the summer." "Meanie". "Here
you are the full professional ensemble, skin tight figure
hugging racing shorts and top". Julie stripped off and put
on the 20% Lycra shorts. "My God you can see the lips of my
vulva" "So, there's only Simon around and unless you are
naked dripping wet female plankton he's not going to get
excited. Nothing will show anyway except to your saddle.
Go on try it out you can always put a pair of shorts over
the top when you get to Ottawa". Julie wheeled out Katie's
bicycle, she couldn't see what was wrong with the old seat
herself, this one seemed squishy some sort of fluid filled
seat Katie had said. As she rode the seat moulded itself to
her body, seeking its way to evenly distribute her weight,
her vulva moved across the seat as first she pressed down on
one pedal and then the other, she didn't know about
efficiency but it was certainly warm today. The bicycle
seat seemed intent on seducing her, exciting her, melting
her. Simon wasn't there at the end so she turned back and
cycled home. "Have you tried it yet Katie?" "Well yes I
don't think I've ever been quite so turned on by a bicycle
seat before, it brings new meaning to a bicycle built for
two don't you think. I wonder where on earth that dratted
man has got to?"
As an aroused Julie was changing out of the vulva hugging
bicycle shorts and top into a more respectable sun dress
Julie's cell rang, Simon had got the Hummer stuck in a lake
could Julie bring Ellie come and pull them out? "Before you
go I decided I'm going to seduce Simon tonight if you could
give him a flash of ankle perhaps as a warm up, by the way
here's $200 for your college fund. You don't mind serving
tonight in a little maid's outfit for me do you." "Katie
for you and two hundred dollars I'd wear anything". "Oh
good I was depending on you saying that."
"Hi Simon, where are you, in the middle of a lake, OK
let's try again, above you clipped to the sun visor there
should be what looks like a cell phone but without the dial
pad, found it good, the switch is on the side, hold it out
of the window above the cab so it can see the sun, now we'll
leave it a few seconds, OK pull it back in now read me out
the numbers on the screen. Fine see you in ten."
Simon was looking very fed up in the Hummer. Julie jumped
out of the cab and waded through thigh high cool water to
peer in through the open window. "Simon what on earth
possessed you to try to drive the Hummer through a lake?"
"Well the adverts said it could go anywhere and it seemed
such an easy drive in Ellie to pick up the test samples".
"Men! Ellie can swim and is an 8 by 8 a Hummer is only a 4
by 4 and suitable for splashing through puddles, next time
take one of Ellie's sisters no one uses the fire trucks much
and if we have a fire that needs all three trucks they can
always give you a ring on the cell. They are basically the
same as Ellie. Anyway no harm done Ellie and I will soon
have you out of here". She walked back and unhooked the
cable off the front winch, waded out once more to the
Hummer, she had to squat in the water to find the tow loop
that was hidden under water, when she stood up her wet sun
dress clung revealingly to her body, she walked back to
Ellie and reversed out of the lake. Julie climbed out of
the cab and used the remote control to haul a dripping
Hummer back to dry land. Julie caught Simon staring at her,
My-god after five years he notices I'm here, naw must be the
naked female plankton my dress is covered with. Katie did
say show him a bit of ankle and I'll be gone next week.
Thinks showing a bit of ankle raise hem of skirt on suitable
excuse such as climbing into carriage.
Julie put one foot on the bottom step and raised her skirt
hem. "We'll leave your Hummer here to dry out. Come on
we'll take Ellie and go find your samples." She looked down
and saw Simon was just behind and below her, she bent her
legs and rested her ass on the top of his head. She raised
herself and turned round "I just want to adjust Ellie's rear
view mirror, Simon come a little closer and lend me your
broad shoulders", she put a leg over each shoulder, and
balanced using one hand on Simon's head, his nose was almost
touching her pubic bone, a little wiggle and she was rubbing
her pubic bone against his nose. She lent back a little
more and lifted her bottom Simon's lips where now touching
her panties, both hands held onto his head, then success she
felt a tongue against the side of her panties, then she
could feel it against the other, this was attention she
could definitely absorb.
The tongue ran back and forth from side to side, arousing
the poor over worked lips that had already been soften by
the cycle seat. His lips parted wider, the top lip
approaching her clitoris, the bottom her anus. She felt she
was being truly eaten, chewed would be a better word. She
ran her finger's through Simon's hair urging him on, feeling
his tongue through her thong, feeling him nuzzle her,
feeling a warm glow deep inside that had her gripping his
head with her fingers lapping up all this male attention,
she gasped it was just too much, she hugged him to her his
tongue much gentler now just making her feel warm and
glowing inside. She shook her head. "Oh God! That was
perfect Simon I'll appoint you chief assistant for adjusting
wing mirrors. Now do something useful, rub me dry with the
towel behind the drivers seat, its under my bathing costume.
Are you sure my backs dry? Just one more rub to make sure,
there I've undone my halter strap so you can do the front
now." She let the dress pool at her feet. "Just pat my
panties dry I'll think of something better in a minute or
two." She threw her dress into the cab and climbed up the
first few steps into the cab, looked back over her shoulder.
"Come on follow me up and you can give me a push up I'm so
sleepy. Simon, I'm quite sure you shouldn't put your hands
there to help me up, there that's better your nose slips in
behind my thong so well it might have been made for it".
She clambered in and hauled Simon in as well, "Now then
Ellie's been here before so we can set her on auto-drive,
watch her latest trick". She clapped her hands and spoke
slowly and clearly "Ellie slow go track 17" Ellie started
up, paused for a few seconds then started across the lake.
"See I knew it had other uses than snow storms, now come
here and put your arms round me to keep me snug and just
slip your hand under my scrap of lace at the front. It's so
warm my panties will dry off in no time. That's it just
move your fingers in little circles, I'm sure you can slip
two fingers in there if you really try hard and whilst your
at it I'd like little kisses on the back of my neck please.
Purr." She clapped her hands once more "Ellie very slow go
track 17". She lifted herself onto Simon's lap, "Simon I'm
going away next week and I've never been really kissed by a
man do you think you could be nice and kiss me just this
once. Their lips met softly and gently, Simon gradually
moved his lips apart and nudged Julie's lips apart with his
tongue. Julie traced his lips with her tongue. "This is
fun, if I'd known you were this good I think I might have
started much earlier". They rubbed noses then kissed again
this time both opened their lips. Julie clapped her hands
once more, "Ellie go very slow." Simon responded, "now
remember you have to do exactly what Simon says". Simon's
tongue gently probed Julie's mouth, then she probed back,
soon they were deep tonguing each other, Simon's fingers
still moving in circles within her.
When Simon and Julie arrived back at Kate's, Julie slipped
her damp dress on before jumping down. Kate hustled Simon
away to have a drink of sherry. Julie she led into her
bedroom. "You look thoroughly aroused and kissed young
lady" "Well Ellie was on auto-pilot and it was a long trip
back." "Nearly two miles was it?" Kate opened a large
cardboard box on the bed lifted out the top layer of tissue.
She drew out a pair of black seamed stockings. "Slip your
dress off and your thong it doesn't quite go with the maid's
outfit I've got for you. First slip these on, proper silk
stockings, now the garter belt although this one is English
so it should be called a suspender belt. Straighten up the
seams at the back and hook the stockings to the belt.
Perfect. The dress is a little bit low cut so I found a
very special bra for the occasion. Its called a quarter
cup, see how it presents your breasts forward but we don't
have to worry about it showing above the neck line. Now the
little back-less dress, that's what I was measuring you up
for two months ago, they wanted very precise measurements.
The black fabric might look a little see through out here
but in the candlelight it will be fine. Perfect, it fastens
with Velcro on the sides on the waist and the front bodice
fastens at the sides with Velcro onto the back bra strap.
No it's complete not just a blouse. It covers you up
beautifully; I just haven't put the clips on to hold the
bodice in place yet. Now for a few detail finishing
touches" Katie took out a deep red lip stick a much brighter
colour than she usually wore, she kissed Julie's left nipple
so that she left a kiss mark that extended above, and
sucking on it so it was soon extended. She pulled the
bodice up and attached a small ring over the nipple. Then
she reapplied the lipstick and kissed the other side, again
she coaxed the nipple to stand out and attached the second
ring. The rings were attached to the bodice just below the
breasts by a ribbon. "There you see no need, you can just
hoist it a up a little at the front and it just covers your
nipples, no it's not too short. If they are standing no one
will see your panty crotch. Now there are two little straps
that go on. They clip on the waist at the side on the front
slide between your legs and up at the back, back to the
side. Of course they hold you cheeks apart that's what they
are supposed to do. Hold your skirt up at the front just
whilst I brush your pubic hair to look its best. No you may
not borrow the hairbrush handle so stop having such wicked
thoughts."
"Look in the mirror there one triangle of dark pubic hair
framed by in a V by two black ribbons. Turn round and bend
forward slightly. See how it holds your buttocks apart so
Simon will be able to see your vulva lips better. I think a
few more details". Katie applied the lipstick once more.
Each buttock soon sported a lip-stick kiss, two more
staggered up her thighs, one just touched her anus, another
across her vulva. Katie licked Julie's anus and popped in a
small butt plug. "Doesn't it tingle nicely when I press the
remote control? Turn round" Katie scattered a few more on
Julie's inner thighs reapplying the lipstick each time to
get a good impression. "Pumps, what do you think?" Julie
looked at the four-inch heels on the black shoes, "So that's
why you've had me practising." "Finally we'll do your hair,
I think we'll simply put it up under this pretty cap, I'll
just put in a couple of clips to hold it. I don't think we
need any makeup, your skins good and with a nice flush on
your chest and slightly bruised and reddened lips I think we
can depend on your natural colour. If it wasn't for Simon
in the next room I could bed you myself. Now time for my
dress and egg. Just undo my zip at the back." Katie
quickly put on a matching quarter cup bra and low cut full-
length evening dress. "ShowTime". She held the door open
for Julie to pass through "Food time, how do you like
Julie's little maid's outfit? Put your eyes back in and
come escort me to the table!" Simon drew out a chair for a
very elegant Dr. K. Hall to sit down. "Now house rules are
Julie's a virgin at the moment so I think she should stay
one this evening but I think anything else is acceptable
don't you? Julie we'll start with the onion soup please.
Oh Simon here's a remote control if you want to get Julie's
attention, see how her nipples perk up even more when you
press the button." Julie walked into the kitchen swinging
her behind, fully aware that Simon's eyes had followed her
progress. Katie took the opportunity to lower her neckline
so the tops of her nipples came into view when she leaned
forward. "What were you saying, yes it is rather a stunning
outfit, sorry evening dress, the colour matches your eyes,
Oh look the soups arriving wouldn't want to miss that now
would I?" Julie managed to give Simon a maximum cleavage
view as she leant over to set his plate before him. She
took his serviette out of its ring and brushed his trousers
off before laying it on his lap and giving his stiff rod a
light brush with the back of her hand. She lent across the
table to serve Katie. She knew she should really serve from
the side but the temptation to tempt Simon was too much.
She felt his hand on her left buttock and finger rested on
her vulva, she gave a wiggle of encouragement rubbing his
finger with her moist lips, then she felt his finger enter
her rubbing gently in and out. She smiled at Katie and
mouthed "No Plankton Chat Tonight". She turned and kissed
Simon on the head "Now here's another remote control for
Katie's heating device if you think she looks too cold just
move it to a higher setting, like this. Now I have to go
back to the kitchen now to see to your next course" and
wiggled away.
Julie entered carrying a tray "La piece de resistance, le
steak and kidney pie, la nouveau spuds avec le Boddington's
Bitter", she announced. She placed a plate in front of
Simon and a glass of ale besides him. This time Simon
didn't seem quite so interested in her body. "Boddington's"
he exclaimed "I haven't drunk that since I visited my
cousins in England when I was an undergrad and she persuaded
me to go for a gentle stroll that lasted nearly two weeks,
Pennine way I think the foot path was called, I hope its
served warm young lady" "Sir red wine and Boddington's are
always served at room temperature you surely don't think the
staff here is totally untrained do you" She raised her
eyebrow at him. He raised his glass in salute then supped
his ale, tried a forkful of flaky pastry a look of ecstasy
came over his face. He looked across the table, "Did` you
make this" he queried "With my own fair hands". "We're
getting married!" "I beg your pardon". "This week hand
fasting, as soon as we can reach civilisation proper
married". "Not so fast, I haven't agreed yet". Judie piped
up "But I thought that's what you wanted a romantic evening
with a sexually aroused Simon finishing in a proposal".
Katie looked daggers at Julie. Simon commented "It's a
power thing Julie. She wants to feel in command, especially
after Suzanne raped Doug then suggested he marry her to make
an honest woman of her. Sort of cave-woman instinct you
know go out choose a mate then bash him over the head or tie
him up and rape him and drag him back to the cave." Now
Katie was looking daggers at both of them now. "Simon
Mayer" she started. "Now hush love, let me come round and
do the bended knee bit. There now I love you, I adore your
cooking, and from the attentions I've been getting from you
for the last year I don't think you're indifferent to me.
Will you do me the honour of becoming my wife? Say yes
quick then I can get back to my steak and kidney pie."
Katie looked down at him "Yes but Suzanne thinks you ought
to try a man out first before you marry him so yes provide
you satisfy tonight, so not too much Boddington's and I
shouldn't eat too much before exercising if I were you."
"You drive a hard bargain my love. I suppose I'd better
gave you this ring I've been carrying around with me for me
last eight months, hand out". "Eight months?" "Well I knew
I loved you, then it looked like you were very interested,
but you weren't going anywhere and I did just want to finish
tabulating the results of pollution on plankton growth
rates". Katie put her arms out to him and heaved. Simon
fell backwards on the floor. "Sit on him Julie. I knew I
should have gone in for a leather outfit, handcuffs on him
and a sound beating the like of which he's never had before
in his life. Just because I love you, you think you can
take me for granted." Simon got up reached across and
kissed Kate on the lips and hugged her. "Food first, sexual
games later". They started on their main course. "Actually
its not bad is it". Katie mentioned between mouthfuls. "If
you'd served me this on the first day we met we could have
saved a lot of time you know". "My grandmother mentioned
when she sent me the recipe that I should be careful who I
fed it to because it was much more powerful than perfume. I
really didn't believe her. Take notes young Julie, you
could save a fortune in dresses, makeup and perfume."
Katie got up from the table and walked into the kitchen.
"Now for the sweet course". She ushered her guests into the
bedroom and unrolled a sheet of plastic on the bed. "Lie
down Julie while I go and get a few things". Julie lay
down; Katie came back and parted Julie's legs. She started
by pouring chocolate syrup over Julie's mound, followed it
with fresh cream, four carefully balanced pineapple chunks
and finally planted a cherry over her clitoris. "There you
are Simon, a fresh cherry for you to eat, I want one
afterwards and you know I can't afford a dishwasher so make
sure you lick the plate very clean especially the nooks and
crevices. Julie mentioned your tonguing had got her very
aroused this afternoon when you tongued her over her panties
and she wondered what it would be like to have your tongue
inside but she was reluctant to go further. Partially in
case you both lost control and partially because she felt
she didn't have permission. Julie you have my permission
and I promise you the only place Simon's prick is going is
inside me or possibly we could both try licking chocolate
syrup and cream off it for our treat." Simon gingerly lay
between Julie's legs and started to licking up the cream and
chocolate mixture. Instinctively Julie spread them for him,
an invitation to continue.
Katie leaned over and kissed Julie softly. "How's that
sweetheart? His tongue isn't too rough for you is it?"
"No, this is my idea of heaven". Julie felt warmth spread
over her as Katie's gentle kisses continued. Katie's lips
brushed over her face, down her neck, across the tops of her
breasts down to her nipple rings. Katie raised her head
"You'd better be good to both of us, no orgasm for Julie no
more steak and kidney pie for Simon". She slipped off one
nipple ring, poured on a little cream and lowered her head
closing her mouth in on Julie's breast. Julie moaned, Katie
sucked and slowly licked Julie's nipple even harder. Katie's
kisses moved down her body, lingering over her stomach and
abdomen. Simon wedged himself between her legs and spread
them further. She felt his soft kisses on her inner thighs.
Below Simon had finished most of the cream and was gently
sucking her virgina, he lifted his head and licked her skin
alongside her clitoris. Katie raised her head once more,
"Isn't that nicer without panties getting in the way? Did
you say you wanted to feel Simon's tongue deep inside you,
then you felt he should lick your lips gently, moving up
slowly towards your clitoris. You were saying you imagine
having his tongue lick and probe along side your clitoris
just were you use your fingers to finish yourself off when
masturbating, sticky lubricated fingers that have been deep
inside you, just gently bringing you to an orgasm. Oh my I
could be wrong but I think Simon has just pasted his first
hurdle tonight. Move over Simon, time for my cherry and
cream."
Julie felt exhausted she couldn't possibly take any more,
then Katie's tongue started licking, it was soothing, and
was softer than Simon's. She felt the warmth building up
inside her once more, she concentrated on the pleasure that
Katie's tongue was giving her. "Katie, is making love
always as nice as this?" Katie raised her head, "Tonight is
probably the first time you've gone so far, and it's with
people you trust and know well. Simon is quite a
considerate lover from what I've seen and you were well
aroused before we started. It can be much worse; it can
even be better. Its usually better if you get to know
someone first and if you find someone to love that makes it
the best of all." Julie lifted herself from the bed, "Simon
could you help Katie off with her dress". Simon helped
Katie off the bed, undid the back zipper and watched it pool
at Katie's feet. Katie stood there in a matching bra to
Julie's, her suspender belt and stockings matched as well.
Julie picked up a pair of nail scissors lying on the bedside
table and cut across the crotch of Katie's panties leaving
just two flaps at front and back. "Lie back on the bed
Katie". Katie did as she was told, Julie lifted the front
flap and inserted two fingers into her virgina and pulled
out her egg. Next she poured the cream and chocolate syrup
over her mound and planted a cherry on top. "My turn I
think" she said "just to warm you up slightly so Simon
doesn't have so much work to do. Now this really is nice,
cream and chocolate I recognise but there is a certain Je ne
sais quoi, distinctive I think its you Katie". She buried
her head down once more. Simon meantime had stripped his
clothes off and was sat on a chair masturbating as he
watched Julie's unprotected virgina wiggle back and forth as
Julie attempted to lick up every last drop of the sticky
chocolate syrup.
Julie felt Simon clamber on the bed behind her, felt his
hands reach and hold her hips. Between her thighs at mid-
thigh height she felt his firm stiffening rod. "Time to
move Julie, now Simon you know exactly where I want that now
don't you". Julie scampered off the bed and Simon plunged
himself into Katie's warm welcoming pussy. "Julie since
Simon has been a bad boy carrying my engagement ring in his
pocket for eight months I think he really should be
punished, fetch the cane out of my wardrobe and lay it
across his backside. Oh Simon I didn't realise it turned
you on so much, second one harder Julie, I just love that
surge Simon, three, and Four! Five!, Six!, that's it
synchronise with when he bops up, SEVEN! is definitely
heaven, EIGHT!!! Simon you haven't come yet. Julie I think
three more for nearly impregnating you, just two more, one
more, Oh... that was nice spurt deep inside." Katie hugged
Simon as he lay on top of her. "I think you've passed Simon
I think I'll keep you my very own fianc‚, and don't you
forget it."
"Katie can we try chocolate and cream on Simon's rod now?
I don't mind licking it hard again so we can smear more
goodies on in fact I want to see what he tastes like."
Simon rolled onto his back and Julie lowered her mouth over
his testes, stuck out her tongue and licked. As Simon's
penis grew she licked the full length clear of Katie's
juices, chocolate syrup, cream and sperm "You definitely
have a different smell and taste, more sort of masculine."
She poured chocolate syrup, cream over Simon's penis and
placed a pineapple chunk on the very end. "Common Katie
race you to the top". Both girls started licking at the
base and gradually working their way to the top, Katie let
Julie reach the top first and lick up the pre cum that
Simon's penis was secreting. "Flavoured pineapple chunk,
hey not bad. Are you sure you want him Katie, I don't think
he's too old for me you know."
Tamara glanced up from her book. Next week she would be
in Ottawa. She wondered if Daddy would keep his promise to
let her go to college without Ian. Not that she didn't like
having Ian around but having your own personal bodyguard did
mean she couldn't do exactly what she wanted to. Besides
how did one pick up boys when Ian was there hovering?
Perhaps one last trip to the bead store downtown. "Ian, can
we go down town shopping this morning? No I only want a few
beads so we wouldn't need the van." She walked across to
the walk in closet and picked out five dresses. She'd show
them, she'd just take a backpack of the essentials. The
first sundress was discarded, not quite right, not quite
demur enough for what she had in mind. She tried on the
second and looked at herself in the full-length mirror, she
turned left and looked at her profile, maybe, it did show
her tan off nicely, but was it not quite short enough? She
tried on the third. Did it make her look a little plump?
The fourth a pale green with a flowery pattern might do, but
not with these panties. She looked at the last and decided
it didn't become her quite as well as the pale green. She
turned and looked through her shoe racks, a backpack would
mean she'd have to leave at least 70 pairs behind. Was that
a mark on the pale green heels? Oh well, Ian would clean
them for her when he put her dresses away. Meanwhile it
would have to be the pale blue that showed her tan off
nicely after all. Down stairs Ian was waiting in the little
white car. She always thought it a shame the way that
people took a perfectly good Volkswagen and put a glass
fibre top on it to make it look as if it was a real sports
car. Still it parked nicely, she knew that though there
wasn't much room for shopping Ian would be happy being first
away at the traffic lights.
First stop was the bead store. She found some chunky
wooden beads that were really smooth, African Black Wood.
She brought some cord to string them on as well, and a key
ring she saw by the cash till. She waved at Ian who had
been circling round the block, well sometimes there just
wasn't a parking spot and what was a poor girl suppose to
do? He drove her over to a hamburger bar that catered to
penniless students and high school kids who wanted to just
hang out or even eat cheaply. Then slowly he circled the
block whilst she dropped in for a cup of coffee.
Perfect, I mean to say she was leaving for four years so
she could be really wild. She picked out her target
carefully. A group of four young lads sat together. She
chose her table carefully so that the end boy could be given
a discreet glimpse of panty if she was careful. She walked
into the washroom and freshened her wrists with scent. Then
she pulled her briefs down and gave another spray on the
gusset. Then she was ready. She ordered a coffee and sat
down.
She picked up her paperback, a Black Lace publication
about two Italian men meeting a single girl tourist and
showing her some sights. She moved slightly on the seat and
crossed her legs. She glanced at her target through her
dark glasses without moving her head. She had his
attention. She didn't move for a while then recrossed her
legs the other way. She put the book down on the table
still reading it whilst she threaded a dozen large beads up
on the cord. Putting knots in both sides of the beads to
hold them in place. She looked up then around, no one was
looking except her boy, good. She reached up at the side of
her dress both sides and slipped her panties off. She
uncrossed her legs and holding the book in one hand placed
the other holding the beads between her legs. Now for the
bit she really enjoyed. Using her right hand she pushed the
beads one at a time into her pussy. Still holding her book
in her left. She glanced up at the mirror, oh good a nice
amazed look on his face. She thought she had about 102% of
his attention that was good. That made her feel even warmer
than the book or the beads, as they popped in one at a time.
There all in now. She stood up and walked across to the
counter that had the plastic knives and forks. She took a
packet of brown natural sugar for her coffee then walked
back. That was purely to show him they were all inside.
She glanced at the mirror on the wall, poor boy looked like
he was about to have a fit. Perhaps it was time to put him
out of his misery? She pulled the beads out discretely but
slowly then walked to the door until she reached him. Then
she dangled the string of beads so it just brushed his stiff
penis. "A souvenir for you to remember coming here." She
dropped the beads in his lap. "My you look warm here let me
mop your brow." She ran her white silk briefs across his
perspiring forehead then left them dangling on the bridge of
his nose so the cotton gusset rested on his nostrils. She
looked down as he gave a twitch. Oh my, he must have spilled
his soft drink, and she didn't even notice him touch the
glass, such an embarrassing place to have a wet patch as
well. Then she deftly slipped away through the door whilst
he was still in shock. "Did you see that?" "Am I
dreaming?" "Who was that?" "Did she really?" "My God and
you didn't introduce us?" "Common guys now." The four boys
sprinted to the door; one very red faced one holding a pair
of white silk briefs at crotch height trying to shield his
damp patch from the others. By the time they had reached
the door Tamara turned waved to them and stepped into the
low white sports car and disappeared into the distance.
"Was that a Porsche 933 or a 934?" "My God, money, beauty
and we let her walk away." " I just don't believe today."
Inside the car Ian turned to his passenger. "What have
you just done?" "Who me Ian? Sweet little innocent me?
I've just given a sweet young boy a memory that will last
him a long time." "God help the world if ever you lose your
innocence."
Time to leave, Julie clambered abroad Ellie and drove down
the tramline to the cross Canada railway track. She
carefully coaxed Ellie to put her feet down and lift her
tyres in the air. Then she jumped out and placed the safety
bars in place so the feet wouldn't collapse under her
weight. Turned and waited for the train. She waved as the
train came closer and closer and then ground to a halt. The
Conductor opened the carriage door and waved her abroad she
looked back at Ellie put on a brave face and clambered in as
the conductor threw up her luggage. "Single to Ottawa
please". Then she was moving down the carriage. There was
an empty seat next to a slim dark haired girl, "May I?" the
dark haired girl nodded and continued to read. Julie
settled down and looked out of the window, her forest rolled
by, how long before she saw it again, next summer perhaps?
The attendant arrived, Jacques according to his nametag
carrying a very small plastic cup of coffee, would she like
something to eat? The dark head besides her shook slightly.
"No, but thank you" she smiled reading his name from the tag
on his shirt. "I think its some sort of union rule that
they can only carry tiny cups of terrible coffee but I
suppose its free. Did you come from further up the carriage
or did we stop for you?" "I'm rather afraid I held the
train up," admitted Julie. "That probably means there
wasn't a good book store to find something to read in, here
try one of mine" with this Julie was handed a Black Lace
book whose heroine was given the job of governess to two
small daughters of some businessman. Did people really
still employ maids and governesses she wondered absently as
she waited for the businessman to see the light and marry
the heroine? Did people really write about those sorts of
things? And in such detail, the description of the maid's
outfit brought back to mind Simon's birthday tea, she
blushed even at the very thought. "It is rather warm isn't
it, have you reached the bit where she agrees to be a sex
slave at daddy's orgy yet? Oh I'm Charlotte by the way on
my way to Ottawa to study maths at the University." "Julie,
I'm off there too to study electrical engineering". A dark
head popped up between the seats in front, "Ashma I'm
supposed to be reading music at Ottawa U as well". A pair
of long legs across the isle lowered and divine face framed
with straight shoulder length blonde looked over the knees
"Tamara economics Ottawa U. first year. I suppose we could
form ourselves into a party of four and go and occupy the
famous party of four seats by the washrooms, I've always
wanted to sit there but there have never been enough of me".
The girls moved seats, Jacques came up "Ici est pour une
famille seulment" he commenced Tamara raised an eyebrow,
"Strange as it may seem some of us use another language west
of Montreal, would you mind repeating yourself?" he
scribbled things on bits of paper above their heads shaking
his head and muttering to himself all the time.
Charlotte closed her eyes and settled down in her seat,
her old soft Levi's were really a little small but they were
old, old friends. They had just got to the right degree of
softness and tightness for a long train journey, if she
slipped forward they slid up towards her waist, and pulled
tightly into her crotch, the seam naturally positioned
itself over her clitoris guided by her labia. Now where was
she? She dreamt the seat grew a pair of hands and gently
held her round the waist a sort of comforting seat belt.
They slipped down and rested for the longest while on her
belt buckle and then seemed to separate and slide to her
sides. They slipped up with the movement of the train. She
could feel them touch her elbows, she relaxed her elbows and
the fingers started to move upwards. Heavens she wasn't
that type of girl, the elbows clamped down. Would he take
it as encouragement if she pressed his fingers too hard?
She relaxed and the fingers rested once again. The train
movement seemed to help them slide upwards, above her elbows
now. They moved forward and rested on her rib cage. She
slipped a little down the seat the fingers just touching her
lower breasts. She wondered if she had his full attention,
he certainly had hers.
The magical fingers move back and forth just under her
breasts, then slowly so slowly a little higher. Two fingers
concentrated on each nipple, the others cupped her breasts,
gently stroking and manipulating. She thought one advantage
of her smallish pert breasts was the freedom of not needing
a bra especially under a tee shirt, one disadvantage was
every one could see just how cold you were. Via Rail must
be economising on the heating again, Charlotte flushed as
she realised just how obvious how chilled she was to anyone
passing by. In her mind the fingers continued their magic,
until one hand seemed to grow heavy and moved downwards, a
thumb rested on her buckle, her buckle was unclasped, the
button behind eased from its hole, she could imagine the
metal brass zipper coming apart as the questing fingers
wriggled into her tight jeans. She just knew she should
have put on a respectable pair of panties, mother always
said dress so you'll be respectable if you get knocked down
and get taken to hospital. Her new financial status as a
student had forced her to rummage the sidewalk sale last day
of sale bargain bins where she'd found last year's latest
fashion thong wisp of lace reduced from $18.99 to only 50
cents. It did have the advantage of no panty line and the
lace thong didn't tickle too much between the clefts of her
rounded cheeks, although she was certainly well aware of it.
This time was the very first time she had had the courage to
choose to wear them. Was courage the right word? Was
chosen the right word? If only she had done her hand
washing. This morning there had been no choice but to wear
them or nothing, nothing else was clean, perhaps nothing
would have been more respectable.
The fingers slipped between her Levi's and the wisp of
lace, fingers caressed the tops of her thighs, a thumb the
front of the lace. It came to rest on the tiny circle of
beads that Linda had thought were for decoration, now she
knew better, they were to guide thumbs to rest exactly over
her clitoris and to encourage thumbs to roll back and forth.
At least her nipples didn't feel quite so exposed now.
Would the tiny triangular pad of cotton ever hold all her
juices, would those poor imaginary fingers become sticky?
She leant back, she could picture her neck being kissed, an
ear being nibbled, something rather hard and firm nuzzling
between her cheeks under her, was she sitting on his lap?
Linda's breathing grew ragged and a little heavier, her
nipples suddenly jutted out.
Those delicious fingers tracing circles on her left breast
seemed real, there was a tongue licking her right ear, how
had Tobias managed to work his way into her dream, she
smiled, how could you expect a cat to stay away from
anything warm and snugly. Surely he couldn't have run out
of food again, no it was smoother than Tobias's, besides
which he wasn't on the train was he? "Nice Dream?" Ashma
whispered, "Is there room for me?" Charlotte lowered
Ashma's hand to her lap and covered it with her jacket. "In
public young lady?" she queried and closed her eyes once
more.
Tamara passed a rather large pencil shaped object across
to Ashma. She slipped it under Charlotte's jacket and lay
it along the straining front seam. "My turn with the remote
control" whispered Ashma in Tamara's ear. "Here you are
then, remember its energy saving week so not full on all at
once. See how long Charlotte can last" Tamara whispered
back as she passed the remote control. Ashma could feel the
gentle vibrations as she held it in place against
Charlotte's libia and seam just over her clitoris.
Tamara looked up from her book, and arched her eyebrow at
Charlotte; "I wonder what we could do to improve the
standard of service on this train?"
"We could go and have a little chat with that dishy
attendant. Let me just freshen up my perfume first, Channel
would you like to try some?"
"Perhaps I could try on that lovely short silk dress that
buttons down the front, the one you said never creased
first". On Charlotte the dress came to mid thigh, on Tamara
what had looked respectable on Charlotte's five foot three
inches looked more like a blouse on Tamara's five foot nine
and three quarters.
"Happy hunting, though I thought it was only Bambi that
was in season this month" murmured Julie as Charlotte passed
by her.
Both girls got up, dabbed Channel on their wrists, neck
and other exposed skin, stretched, one adjusted tank top and
shorts the other undid a couple of buttons top and bottom of
Tamara's button-up-the-front-dress to be practically
scandalous then they drifted down to Jacques tiny kitchen at
the end of the carriage where he was just tiding away the
plastic foam cups.
"Have you noticed just how different Canadian trains are,
I mean to say they aren't nearly as crowded as the Paris
subway". Tamara began. "Hong Kong is even worse, you are
just sandwiched between people with hardly anywhere to
move." Tamara encroached on Jacques personal space from the
front, Charlotte from the rear.
Charlotte slipped in behind Jacques and leant forwards,
Tamara slipped in front and lent backwards.
"I'd even had people standing with their thighs between
mine like this" Tamara demonstrated.
"And remember the hands groping your bottom from behind".
Charlotte demonstrated.
"Didn't you find the constant swaying motion a turn on".
"You mean feeling Jacque's thigh between mine and
accidentally rubbing the zipper of my shorts against his
thigh? The way his chest keeps brushing across my breasts?
The aroma of his after-shave or how firm he feels under my
fingers? I do hope it is all him and not just a cucumber
tucked down his pants".
"I just love his buns, just holding my hand between the
two exactly as someone did to me a bus in Rome. I simply
adore the way his back keeps brushing my chest as well. I
do see what you mean about his after-shave". Charlotte
leant forward and licked Jacques right ear, Tamara leaned
even more into him and placed soft kisses on the side of his
neck. Jacques grew pinker and his breathing grew heavier.
"Don't you think it's crowded on this train Jacques?"
Whispered Charlotte.
"I could feel someone behind me, directly behind me, as we
went swayed from side to side I felt someone's hand hold my
hip". Charlotte reached back and pulled Jacques hand to her
hip. "Then it move slowly forward like this until there was
a finger resting between my thighs. I covered the hand just
in case someone might see and guided the finger up and down
my zipper. Seems such a shame not to pull the zipper down a
little at the same time, then up and down, up and down, up
and down. It seems to be getting further down each time, Oh
the silly thing has forgotten to go back up. Heavens
anything might slip in. That's better, putting your hand
just there with the finger tip just inside will stop
anything else from entering n'est pas? Thank heavens I put
the very thin silky panties on this morning, something with
less friction. I'm definitely growing warmer though. If I
lean back a little more and rearrange my neckline someone
looking over my shoulder should be able to see my chest and
how flushed its looking as I become more aroused, even my
nipples are hardening up. Now if I move the left hand so
that it covers my nipple then I'm sure that looks far more
respectable." Charlotte wriggled her bottom back against
Jacques growing hardness this was definitely fun and quite a
turn on. Tamara slipped her hand between Jacques cheeks and
caressed them. "My turn in front" she announced and changed
places with Charlotte.
"Just think Jacques here am I a sweet innocent virgin just
waiting for someone to show me exactly what to do. Breasts
that have never been licked by a man, a virgina that has
never had a real man's tongue inside, I wouldn't even know
what to do with one of these if it hadn't been for my school
lessons and you can guess how practical those were."
Tamara used Jacques hand to unfasten her bottom button
then slid his finger under her low cut light blue stretchy
lacy G-string just so he knew how damp she was. "I think
these things are getting in the way aren't they Jacques?"
She moved his thumb to the waistline and hooked it over then
eased them part way down her thighs. "I wonder if anyone is
looking down the carriage Jacques", Jacques stiffened, there
were very stiff rules about relationships with passengers,
VIA wanted desperately to down size staff by 35% but due to
the strong union agreements none had been laid off. The pay
was very good, but the restrictive practises made the pay
even better, why today he took home more than the Prime
Minister, 180 hours per week of pay. Passenger railway jobs
were handed down from father to son, this was risk he
couldn't take. Tamara slipped off her panties completely
turned and wiped the end of Jacques nose with them. "Can't
you just smell my arousal Jacques, breathe in deeply." She
stretched them slightly out, "isn't it fortunate I'm blonde
Jacques, just think how clearly you could see through these
if I was brunette, people might get totally the wrong idea
about me n'est pas? Now whilst I caress your nose gently
why not run your finger across my clitoris, gently now its
very tender, can you feel the tiny bump, not nearly as large
as your equivalent is it? Feel how it's responding to your
touch and if you stroke me then I can stroke you, can't I
Jacques. Do I need more instruction about which part to
stroke Jacques, I'm only an innocent virgin after all so
I've no idea which are the most sensitive parts or exactly
what turns you on have I Jacques?"
"Excuse moi, Mais I must make the coffee".
"But Jacques sweetheart that's the whole point, we'd much
prefer tea served in real china cups on a silver tray.
Ashma is from Hong Kong and much prefers tea to that nasty
coffee."
"S'impossible, Je n'ai pas le Tea, le China cups, C'est ne
pas une restaurant".
"Non, Non, Non, repeatez apres moi, pas de problem
mademoiselle. Charlotte be an angel and pass Jacques the
china tea, tea pot and cups from your nap sack".
"Now Jacques be a well behaved attendant. We'll expect you
in shall we say five minutes? And perhaps you should cover
that damp patch on your trousers before you come, you really
should be more careful when making coffee, in fact its even
seeped through to the inside your trousers and got my
fingers all sticky, there now I've done your zipper back up,
see you soon sweetie."
The giggling girls returned and sat down, Jacques arrived
resplendent with an apron tied round his middle. "Mesdames
le Tea is served" and with a flourish placed the tray on the
table in front of them then retreated. Julie looked up" Oh
my God? How did you do it?" Tamara waved her hand airily in
the air, "It was a mere nothing my dears, one either has it
or one doesn't." Charlotte grinned "Just don't ask for the
details."
Tamara looked around the others and with the air of a
magician declared "Now I shall for fill your wildest
fantasy's your very hearts desire all you have to do is name
them".
"Cream cakes!", "Chocolate!", "Both together, chocolate
eclairs! Or really gooey chocolate cream cakes!" "I recall
the ones mom and I used to get in Hong Kong in the British
store that was the only place to buy underwear, green bags,
St. Christopher or some thing", "Marks and Spencer and its
St. Michael, not Christopher is there nothing I can do to
surprise you guys? I was so sure you won't have come across
them" "You can surprise me, I've never heard of them" said
Julie, "Mais oui, but you're Canadian and its Canada's best
kept secret, here they are any way guys, only a dozen each
mind, and I bags any if any one doesn't like them." Tamara
lifted up the bag she had brought back and broke out the
chocolate eclairs. "How did you know how many to bring to
share out" "Who said anything about intending to share?"
"Tamara are you really a virgin?" "Afraid so, you can get
dates if you're tall, you can get dates if you're
intelligent, you can get dates if you're beautiful, but all
three? Forget it!! And I'm not going to play dumb blonde
all night either just to build up some guys ego. On top of
that Daddy has money so I can never be really sure if it's
Daddy's money or me they want. It wasn't too bad though
when I had Ian to play with. Going up to University, I
don't want to get married for seven years at least, all I
want is someone with a penis will worship me as I deserve,
make a commitment for four years, someone who is stable,
intelligent, not be intimidated by my height, looks or
intelligence, be there and hug me better when required,
won't go off and get himself infected with an STD. Not want
me for my money, Someone I can be myself with, with a
vasectomy, heck why should I have to dose my body with drugs
to prevent his kids. Hey guys this is getting heavy Why is
Chocolate better than Sex:"
"Chocolate doesn't make you pregnant."
"The word 'commitment' doesn't scare chocolate off."
"You can GET chocolate"
"You can have chocolate at any time of the month."
"If you love me you'll swallow that' has real meaning
with chocolate."
"With chocolate size doesn't matter; it's always good!"
"Chocolate satisfies even when it has gone soft."
"You can safely have chocolate while you are driving."
"You can have chocolate on the train in front of your
mother"
"You can make chocolate last as long as you want it to."
"If you bite the nuts too hard, the chocolate won't
mind."
"With chocolate, there is no need to fake it."
"Charlotte you've got cream and chocolate on your cheek,
come here and I'll wipe it off for you." Charlotte grinned
and lent forward. Ashma lent forward as well and licked
Charlotte's cheek. " I wasn't going to waste it?" "Ashma,
you've got cream on your lips, come here child". Charlotte
licked Ashma's lips clean. "Ashma, I think I've got some on
my front teeth". Ashma grinned wildly "Good chocolate is
easy to find." and removed the offending chocolate. "Ashma,
your tongue is all gooey, come here my sweet and you don't
get hairs in your mouth with chocolate." Charlotte and
Ashma spent the next hour, slowly eating the eclairs then
cleaning up after every bite. Tamara looked up and spoke "I
always thought two people of the same sex could have
chocolate without being called nasty names before seeing you
two in action." "I thought Charlotte and Ashma were rather
nice names much nicer than Julie, now Tamara why not be
generous and share your last eclair with me, I'd share with
you but mine have all gone." Tamara relented and shared her
last eclair tonguing Julie as she did so.
They slumped contentedly and fell fast asleep together.
"VIA rail is proud to announce we are giving our
passengers the opportunity to explore the exciting city of
Calgary. We will be departing in six hours time. This will
allow our staff to take a rest as well. Incidentally this
will also allow time for the tracks to clear after a slow
moving one mile long grain train that has just left Calgary
station."
"Opportunity my foot, someone goofed again". "Oh great
we'll be late for school!" "Only in Canada do goods trains
go first, anyone would think they own the track." "OK guys
let's hit the Malls". "What's a Mall?" "OhMyGod are you in
for a treat, its like hundred's of stores all stuck
together. It's like Oh never mind you'll see. Wanna try my
new heels, adds height besides pushing your bum out back and
op out front." "Well OK I guess." The four intrepid
explorers set forth to enter new uncharted dress shops, gain
some male attention and generally enjoy themselves. As they
left the train they where followed by a man in a bomber
jacket with the words "Glasgow Rangers forever" emblazoned
on the back carrying a yellow duty free bag from Amsterdam
air port. He paused and thrust ten dollars at Jacques;
"I'll be having a couple of wee brown bottles off you now
Jimmy". "You'd like a beer sir?" Jacques face showed
disdain but his training held up. "Aye but you haven't got
any so just be handing the wee bottles". "I really
think..." Jacques found himself grabbed by the throat, "Cut
the cattle man and just hand them over, I'm no a very patent
man when someone comes between me and my drink, ye ken, Och
and you can keep the change this once". Jacques kenned very
well and the bottles were handed over to be slipped into the
jacket's pockets. The figure carrying his yellow shopping
bag as if it contained something very precious shuffled away
after the girls, lurking in the shadows as if he didn't want
to be noticed.
One of Calgary's finest turned the corner, First Constable
Patrick O'Donahue, only three months to go and he'd be
retired, he'd heard about some really great fishing
somewhere in the north, they flew you and picked you up a
week or a month later, Hell with a week, he'd fly out in the
spring and stay there till fall then fly direct to Florida.
Walking the streets in summer so the tourists could see you
was all very well but he was getting to an age when he much
preferred an air conditioned cruiser, or perhaps a cool
breeze blowing through the trees, he'd fancied summer in a
Canadian National Park he decided. Hell, Happy Harry and
his crew were out probably looking for trouble, this he
could do without, time for a coffee. Then he noticed the
four young girls, four tight tank tops, our four heroines
though were receiving more than just his male attention, was
it really that cold this early in Fall? Handbags swinging
walking towards Happy Harry's spread-out crew, he was
getting too old for this. "Hi control, Pat here, Happy
Harry's out with half a dozen friends, looks like they are
set to welcome a few tourists, can you spare me the heavy
mob and about three fire trucks outside the Happy
Gathering?"
He started down the street, with luck Happy Harry would
spot him, a crime prevented, a pension drawn. Without, well
his pistol should still work, though the ammo was a few
years old, perhaps he should have traded in his bullet proof
vest for the newer model with better stopping power. Happy
Harry stepped out in front of Tamara, he smiled "Hi guys I'm
collecting donations if you'd just like to hand over your
handbags". Elroy came up behind Ashma, lifted her skirt and
started to run his fingers over her thin panties. "I gets
this one first" he leered. Jock staggered towards the group
waving his beer bottle. Tamara moved first quickly lashing
out with her knee at Harry's groin, then once more her knee
flashed as Harry's jaw came down, Ashma and Charlotte
exchanged glances, Joe and Elroy quickly found themselves on
the ground. Julie looked at the two figures rushing towards
her, Katie's keep fit lessons, this was easy, she started
into the SAS routine. The first heel kick struck the first
attackers forehead, the second caught the second's voice
box, before she delivered the third kick to the side of the
neck a voice stopped her. "Stop Miss!"
Pat hated killings and the paper work that went with them.
Mean while Jock had quickly felled another attacker with a
beer bottle behind the ear, a second caught an upward blow
from a beer bottle under the nose, a third attacker slammed
a blow to his body then a pained expression came over his
face just as Jock put in head butt. Jock glanced round
Harry's mob were sprawled on the ground, Pat was putting
cuffs on Harry. "Harry you're never going to live this one
down, Harry's mob laid low by a bunch of girls". Jock
quickly put a couple of quick taps with his steel capped
safety boots into the sprawled figures then bent over one
who was groaning and slipped a small packet in his pocket.
"Och this one is verry bad sarge". He called over to the
policeman. He glanced at Tamara and nodded towards the
Happy Gathering cafe. "Gather the others up and I'll see
you out the back in three minutes, turn left and 2 blocks
down." Tamara did as she was bid, helping a sobbing Julie
who was saying over and over "I'm so sorry, I just didn't
realise". Jock staggered across and sat on Elroy and
calling out "This one's still breathing would you mind
lending me your pistol?" Another small packet was slipped
into Elroy's pocket.
The three fire trucks were the first to arrive, firemen
dashed to give what first aid they could to the injured.
Five cruisers rolled up flashing lights, out of two of them
climbed the four members of the heavy mob, all were six foot
three or more, and 270 lbs. of muscle. "Hi Pat, get started
without us then?" "You mean we interrupted a poker game for
this". "What happened you sneeze or something?" "I thought
only SWAT had the machine guns". "Felt lonely did you and
wanted someone to hold your hand then?" Sargent Camroon
came across to Pat who by this time was totally unable to
understand Jock. "Well noo lad off to a football match were
you?" "Och aye you'd have heard the score we won two one, I
was taking the sister's lassie to her first away match in
Milan as a birthday treat, the verry first time I've taken
an aeroplane to a match". "Aye, and had a wee drink or two
to celebrate no doubt, would you be having a passport with
you now? And I'll be taking a wee look in yon bag". Jock
pulled out a battered passport and handed both across it and
the yellow duty free bag across. Sargent Camroon looked in,
saw the six tins of duty free McQueens export ale inside,
relaxed and turned to Pat "You've got a genuine Glasgow
Rangers football supporter who lost his way at Adamsterdam
airport." "Now where are these young lasses will you go
and get them for me?" "I sent them across the road for a
wee drop of tea to calm their nerves, I'll go and fetch
them. You'll guard my Mcqueen's export the mean time?"
"With my very life". Jock staggered across the road into
the Happy Gathering and quickly slipped through the kitchen
door, turned left, threw his jacket over his shoulder and
joined the girls, ushering them into a very upmarket
exclusive department store.
A superior assistant looked down her nose, "May I help you
Sir", in a tone of disbelief? "I'd like four very elegant
young ladies suitably groomed and dressed for Great Aunt
Thelma's garden party in shall we say two hours" he pulled
out an American Express card, "I assume you accept these?"
He turned to Julie "Can you manage three and a half inch
heels?" Julie nodded, "Good then be guided by Tamara, hair
up, seamed stockings, new sunglasses and wide brimmed hats I
think. Money no object, I'll wait in the coffee shop".
"OK now who is he?" "Oh Ian, my personal minder, I hadn't
realised daddy had had him tag along. He's Ok just do
exactly what he says". Hair appointments were made, then
they descended on the designer clothes racks." Ian quickly
had his beard shaved off, hair washed and trimmed. The
gentleman's clothing department soon had him equipped with
an off the peg blue pin strip suit, that fitted not too
badly. He slipped out of the store and visited two travel
agents, at the first he booked two VIA first class tickets
to Winnipeg, after a great deal of difficulty, Air Canada
was so much quicker, and three to Kingston at another.
Two cabs carried them to the airport, where after a short
walk through the booking hall they took two more cabs
separately to the railway station.
Helene sat curled up in her VIA 1 chair. She was on her
way to look over Ottawa or maybe Montreal anywhere where the
rents were cheaper, maybe this time she could get a job she
really wanted to do, rather than be overqualified in another
boring secretarial job where all that matter was the length
of her skirt. She loved Vancouver especially her old
apartment looking out over the sea but property values had
shot up and so had the apartment's rent to a point where she
simply couldn't afford to stay there any more, especially
now Jennifer was moving out and getting married. Her last
perk from her old job, was her VIA 1 ticket booked against
the travel budget. She'd always had the dream of taking the
train through the Rockies and they had been spectacular.
Now she closed her eyes and was back in 1357. In Scotland
following the path of a blonde Celtic hero, Ian, son of
Hamish, as he battled his way through an English army of
opponents with broad axe, sword and bare hands to carry off
the woman he had caught a single glimpse of seven years
before. To protect and cherish her. Helen dreamt how he
would approach after the battle, enemies slain, his strong
arms would hold her, how his powerful lips would kiss her,
how he would just take her tearing her clothes aside, his
manhood penetrating deep inside her, heavens she was moist,
how he carry her off to his lair and they would be together
forever. Life would be so simple.
She opened her eyes and looked once and then twice down
the coach, a tall blonde handsome warrior dressed in his
modem suit of amour, the blue pin stripe suit wielding a
rolled up umbrella was coming towards her. Her inner voice
cried out this was her very own hero just back from slaying
his enemies. "Is this seat taken by chance?" "I saved it
just for you to rest after your battle Ian, son of Hamish"
she gushed Oh-my-god what was she saying. Helen blushed
furiously "I'm sorry I don't know what came over me", yes
you do her inner voice accused, "I was just reading about
some nice Celtic warriors" she explained. "For a moment
there I thought you were fey, not many people even know my
father's first name. Just for the record Celtic warriors
aren't very nice, just effective". Helen just melted at the
sound of his rich deep voice. Ian recognised the signs and
the need for release after the recent tension, he took hold
of her hand and led her into the washroom, and locked the
door. Seconds later his trousers were round his ankles,
Helen's skirt thrown up, her tights and cami-knickers ripped
out of the way as he roughly took her and his manhood
plunged deep into her. Helen revelled in the attention, she
practically climaxed as soon as he entered, this had never
happened before, she clung to him as he plunged once more
furiously into her. Digging her nails into the nape of his
neck, running her fingers up his jacket, muscle, muscle and
more solid muscle, this was no office worker no matter what
his clothes said, she moved her fingers onto his back then
raking him urging the thrusts not to stop. This was her
Celtic warrior, her very own Celtic warrior, aroused and
needing to be slated after the battle, she climaxed then
gripped his manhood with her inner muscles, she had to show
him that he would only ever need her and no one else, she
squeezed, and squeezed him again, Helen was finally rewarded
by feeling his ejaculation deep, deep inside her, she felt
drowsy and content. Ian helped her back to their seats.
She held his hand and snuggled up against him, mine she
thought, all mine. Ian's arm slipped round her and he gave
her a little hug and a kiss on the forehead. Just then
Tamara rolled up.
"Hi Ian, who's your friend? Aren't you going to introduce
me?" Helen took a firmer grip on Ian's arm and glowered at
the very formally dressed elegant competition. Tamara
smiled back holding out her hand, "Hi, I'm Tamara if even
old strong silent there isn't introducing us." "Hi Tamara
this is, I'm sorry we never were introduced were we".
"Helen Chambers" "Helen Chambers meet Ian Mosely, bachelor
of this parish, Ian Mosely meet Helen Chambers and unless
I'm very much mistaken spinster of this parish, you may have
something to talk about." Both Ian and Helen blushed once.
"Actually he's my minder, and he's just rescued me from a
fate worth than death so he's in my good books for once,
even if I was supposed to be making this journey by myself,
wasn't I", she glowered. "A minder? What on earth is a
minder". "It's a posh word for a baby sitter". Muttered
Ian through clenched teeth. "Oh never mind him what do you
do apart from putting up with grumps there."
Helen explained she was looking for work and an apartment
somewhere out east, well no she would prefer to live in
Vancouver, she really liked her old apartment looking out
over the sea, but rents were so expensive and any way she
was going to look hard this time and see if she couldn't get
a job using her fine arts degree or her cordon blue cooking
diploma. She'd always dreamt about cooking for a family
with perhaps the occasional dinner party. Tamara pulled out
her cell phone. "Your wish is my command, Hi Dad, I've just
found a cordon bleu cook for you. When can she start, I
think tomorrow, yes Ian is around, I'm sure he'd be more
than happy to escort her home." She put the phone away
"That's that then. Oh by the way how much would you like?
Dad said you could name your own salary." She glanced at
Ian "Ian, dad says if you don't bring her home safely you're
dead. Even if you did save his daughter's life today." She
turned back to Helen, "Dad paid for me to go through a
cordon bleu course but now I've left home for school so he's
having to exist on microwaved gourmet dinners, and the
freezer's only got two weeks supply because I was so busy
before I came away so do please say you'll accept. If you
don't mind sharing an apartment with old grumpy here he has
the apartment over the garage, the living room looks out
over the ocean and the rent". "I'm sure we can work
something out, about twice a day in lieu of rent, no need
concern ourselves with sordid financial details". Ian broke
in, raising an eyebrow at Helen. "I'd hang out for half the
rent myself" suggested Tamara "we don't charge him any.
Besides which he's already half house trained, I suppose
I'll have do my own hand washing of my own underwear now
won't I?" she pouted. "Hush minx!" "Oh I love it when he
does his strong act don't you? Ian prefers to wash mine
when I'm still wearing them in the bath, he tells me that
way they keep their shape better, then he dries me and them
with a big fuffly towel and then finally with a hair dryer.
When it's dry I'm allowed to take them off so he can iron
them for me. Its really fun if I eat chocolate first, I
always seem to get some on the front of my bra and panties
no matter how small they are then Ian has to rub them very
gently to remove the marks." Helen looked enquiringly at a
very red faced Ian. "He's very good, the time my biro
leaked in my jean pocket I thought the ink would never come
out but Ian valiantly kept caressing the front of my panties
with a soapy finger for hours until every last bit was gone.
Mind you I was just shattered by the time he'd finished if
fact he had to carry me to bed and tuck me up I was just so
exhausted, and tender for days afterwards".
"I suppose it started when I checked to see if she'd
washed behind her ears, then she wanted her back scrubbed,
then she claimed that it was my duty to make sure she was
clean all over so no germs infected her as her body guard."
"Well its true isn't it? Helen, a girl can never be too
careful, besides it was fun coaxing old stuffy out of his
shell. You know this is the first time I've ever seen him
talking to a girl by himself or kissing one. I was sure he
was queer, I used to put all sorts of little temptations in
his way and he couldn't do a thing about it could you
grumps. You know like come and fasten my bra hooks and help
me with my stockings and garter belt those sort of things."
"Little temptations is that what you call it? What about
the biology class?" "Oh my god that. I never thought Miss
Parkes would go through with it. It all started when she
asked me:
"Tamara you haven't seen the condom practice model have
you?"
"No Miss Parkes. Would you like to use Ian, my personal
body guard, as a volunteer?" I asked innocently, you never
know with Miss Parkes sometimes it doesn't sink in what you
say. "I could ask him to come just in case the model
doesn't turn up." I offered.
"It's a bit irregular but I really think it's an important
part of the syllabus. Ask him to be here at 11 am? Tell
him Miss Parkes and 10 Alpha have need of his warm body for
an hour. I'll go and arrange visitor parking."
"Right On!" Tamara had pulled out her cell phone. "Ian
dearest darling Miss Parkes would like you to drop by the
school about 10:55 for an hour? She's arranging visitor
parking. Oh and Gilly and I want to go shopping at
lunchtime so bring the Mercedes. Last time you brought the
Firefly Gilly's new dresses got crushed in the back.
Please? Pretty Please?" She purred.
Ian took up the tale: "When I arrived I was met by a
rather pretty teacher in her late twenties who explained
they had lost their demonstration model somewhere and would
I mind stepping in. "Certainly no problem at all" I
replied, "Glad to be of service." "See I told you he
wouldn't mind he's terribly broad minded" interjected my
young minx. "Yes he is rather splendid. I take it Tamara
has explained what's involved? I want each young lady to
correctly apply a condom to your penis". Seeing my glance
backwards to the door she continued "Mr. Mosely are you or
are you not suppose to protect your charge from harm?" I
replied affirmative. "Well then you must realise that the
threat from AIDS is very serious and unless these young
ladies get a chance to learn about condoms in a controlled
environment they may well be at risk to their lives."
And that is how I came to be lying on the bench stark
naked in front of 35 young ladies from the very best
families.
Miss Parkes introduced me and after asking Tamara to lock
the door said since they had lost the normal model I'd very
kindly offered to volunteer.
"Now girls the first thing to notice is that Mr. Mosely is
not yet in a state of arousal. Bring your chairs out and
let's have a nice half circle at the front so he can fully
appreciate your charms and see just how beautiful and
alluring you all are. Remember what we learnt last week the
most potent aphrodisiac is a partner who is aroused. We'll
start by offering a bit of encouragement, I want you all to
caress your breasts paying special attention to your
nipples, let's see them standing erect. If you are wearing
a padded bra or one that is a little stiff I'd like you to
slip it off then put your blouse back on. Remember its
better to tantalise than be naked. Those wearing stockings
ruck your skirts up so your skirts are just above the
stocking tops, hold your hands together modestly now move
your elbows back and widen your legs at the same time so it
looks accidental. Beautifully done Samantha. Those with
tights just show lots of leg, but with enough hidden so they
can't be certain you aren't wearing stockings, and those
with neither a flash of panty or G-string would be quite
appropriate." I closed my eyes as I heard some two dozen
blouses being taken off. "Vanessa my hooks are stuck could
you help?" "Oh I do like the lace", "Is that from Janet
Reger's collection", "No, Frederick's end of season sale
actually", "I'm sure that isn't school uniform colours",
"Please Miss if I just lower the lace a bit so the nipples
are visible over the top". "Please Miss is it appropriate
to pull the g-string to one side and slip a finger in?"
"Well done Gwenth, that's exactly right for a presentation,
pulling your g-string to one side, looking back over your
shoulder and the finger poking through your legs, I could
almost eat you myself, Caroline if you are going to do the
two girl hands on each other's crotch try a passionate kiss
to go with it dear, something to really heat the blood and
emphasis those lovely lips of yours." I opened my eyes to
look at at least a dozen pairs of stockinged legs, a
collection of panties of every colour under the rainbow,
that seem to include everything from cotton printed with
teddy bears, through satin, lace, and ones with ribbon bows
on the front.
"Mr. Mosely to get us all in the mood I think it might be
best if you read to us from one of the black lace books, out
loud, start page 83 second paragraph please". I did as I
was bid.
"As part of her research project Mary-Anne turned up for
her first job with the party givers, her black dress had
obviously been made to her exact measurements, if she didn't
move it barely covered her boobs, and the spaghetti straps
showed quite clearly there was no bra beneath, the front of
the skirt was quite a respectable length for shorts, just
reached the tops of her stockings, but left the garter
straps peeping out. Perhaps if the dress had been made of
something that didn't cling quite so revealingly? She
looked at the back view, back less might have been more
appropriate wording, seams straight, the skirt seemed a
little uneven at the back, a bit shorter perhaps? She
twirled round in front of the mirror to see what effect it
would have, the skirt lifted nicely she moved to the air
vent on the floor, the skirt was light enough to be lifted
even by the slight breeze of air conditioned cool draft.
Underneath two straps emulated a pair of crotch-less panties
except they separated at the rear, holding her buttocks
apart as she bent forward so her sex was totally exposed.
From the front her black pubic hair framed by the two black
satin straps looked an elaborate pair of panties with the
lower half covered in fine lace. Katie came with a tape
measure and knelt in behind her with her checklist. "Three
and a half inch heels, good". "Two red lipstick kisses on
upper thigh, one on left buttock". She leant across and
gently left the red marks just below Mary-Anne's pubic hair.
"One red lipstick kiss each breast". She reapplied the red
lipstick then kissed first the left breast. She scooped out
the right nipple and left a kiss mark partially across the
nipple but mostly on the breast above and tucked the nipple
back. She knelt down once more "Smooched a long deep kiss
on the lips, invading Mary-Anne's most private parts with
her tongue, then smudged Mary-Anne's lipstick as she kissed
her other lips passing some of the moisture into Mary-Anne's
mouth, gently ruffled her hair slightly. "Now don't forget
tits and arse so plenty of bending forward to show them off,
keep count of the gropes for the special bonus, if you grope
them that counts as well. Off you go, shoulders back, chest
out, the perfect wanton waitress" as she ticked off the
remaining items on the sheet.
Feeling very warm inside Mary-Anne carefully picked up the
tray of party snacks, walked to the double doors, slipped
inside and prepared to circulate. A hand slipped up the
rear of her skirt as she entered the room, another hand
explored the front of her thighs then the fingers brushed
across her pubic hair....
"Now girls notice the deep pitch of the male voice, notice
how he slowed down over certain passages that should give
you a clue about what he finds arousing. Well done Gwenth
slipping your jacket and skirt off so you are dressed to
reflect back to Mary-Anne is an excellent idea, now as a
reward you may come up to Mr. Mosely and undress him. Good
start off by standing behind him and leaning into him,
that's right one breast either side of his neck. Remember
the erogenous zones girls, the back of the neck and
shoulders are very responsive so don't neglect them and go
straight for the crotch. When you do manipulate the penis
look at the diagram on the wall and remember the three most
sensitive parts. One button at a time, Gwenth, count
silently to ten before starting on the next. Lots of
strokes and gentle exploring fingers. Round to the front
now help him out of the chair, unbuckle his belt, hold both
ends and draw him up out of the chair so you can drop those
trousers, step him out of those clothes, lead him to the
bench and lay him down. Well done. Now watch carefully as
I take the unopened condom packet and cut the end off with
nail scissors. See how I lightly brush the hairs under the
testicles to make quite sure the penis is erect then unroll
the condom down over the penis, pause at the base on the
sides to give a little squeeze. Finally just to reassure
your self that Mr. Mosely can feel you through the condom,
just lower your head like this and gently run your tongue
over the tip of his penis. Mr. Mosely could you indicate
verbally just so we know you can feel the tongue. Finally
girls remember we are sharing so there are others to follow
try not to send Mr. Mosely over the edge to ejaculate but
anything you can do to keep him on the edge is quite
permissible."
Teacher's lips lowered and I groaned at the appropriate
times. The most difficult to cope with where those long
haired school girls who wore their hair loose, especially as
their hair brushed my upper thighs and chest lightly.
Cynthia, I recall as having long dark brown hair, it took
her five attempts to get a condom on to Miss Parkes high
standard, though from the speed the last one flew on I'm
sure she'd practised many times before. Finally they were
through, nearly six dozen condoms had been applied, thirty
five tongues had lightly brushed my most sensitive penis
parts, thirty five young ladies had brushed against me and
stroked me in an effort to keep me on the edge but Miss
Parkes seemed to have eagle eyes and never once let me let
me go over. "Mr. Mosely please control yourself, this is
not for your pleasure but for the girls instruction."
Finally Miss Parkes weighed out a condom and slipped it on.
"Now girls by weighing an empty condom and letting Mr.
Mosely ejaculate into it we can see just how much sperm and
ejaculate comes out." She slipped out of her outer garments
and approached in a very sheer lacy teddy with stockings.
"Now girls it must be very difficult for Mr. Mosely to
perform in these circumstances so let's give him a little
help. Cynthia Mr. Mosely seemed to have a very strong
reaction to you why don't you nibble the toes on his left
foot. Let your hair brush against his legs, Alison could
you take the right foot and do the same? Tamara hold his
hand and gently give it lots of strokes and caresses,
Millicent perhaps you can hold the other one, just hold the
sensor against his fingertip. Stephanie do you want to
stroke his cheeks and run your fingers through his hair?".
She knelt astride me and I heard the teddy's Velcro crotch
fastening tear apart. She looked me directly in the eye and
slipped two fingers inside and with her other hand guided my
penis towards her labia. "I wouldn't like it said I'd ever
raped any one so Mr. Mosely would you mind terribly if I
used your penis?".
At that point I could hardly think straight, "Please be
my guest" I gasped. She unrolled another condom over my
penis. "Now girls I wanted you to just lick the end of the
condom so there was no risk of you passing any unwanted STDs
through class. When you settle down with your special
someone it can be rather fun to put on some bright red
lipstick like this one of the none kiss proof ones, and take
the penis completely into your mouth, then work your lips
leaving a red ring at the base like this. Its also a
practically foolproof way to find out if he's seeing some
else. Now I'll just do it for a moment or two since we
would like to use Mr. Mosely in a few seconds to demonstrate
something else".
Miss Parkes descended keeping up a verbal commentary for
the girls' sake all the time. "I can feel it between my
legs, pushing a little too much towards my anus, lets just
guide it back towards the right hole. Notice girls how in
this position you have much greater control. Notice how his
hips are arcing up towards me, Melissa dear run your finger
nails over the scrotum sacs. By now there should be so much
sensation that we can apply some slight pain to enhance Mr.
Mosely's ejaculation, so rake your nails along his skin,
especially the buttocks, its just like spurring your pony on
to greater effort. Notice the thrusting movements have
slowed a little, now I'll squeeze down with my inner muscles
can you feel the squeezing Mr. Mosely?", squeezed I felt
like I was being milked, Melissa's nails spurred me on, I
just nodded and collapsed. "A quick weigh of the used
condom and we can get a very good idea of just why it is so
much easier for a man to pass the HIV virus to a woman than
the other way round. If you look at Mr. Mosely now he seems
to have collapsed. Now for those of you who get involved
with older lovers this is something to beware of. Sexual
intercourse does put a lot of stress on the heart, and its
not uncommon for the more elderly gentlemen to have a heart
attack at this point. Try taking them dancing once or twice
first to get a feel for just how much stamina they have, if
you have a maid available they can quite often prove
invaluable by monitoring the pulse rate just as Millicent
has been doing here, up to around 160 is fairly safe.
Did you look at the overhead projection to see the blood
pressure levels rising and the pulse rate as well as Mr.
Mosely became more aroused? Your textbooks have the safe
working ranges based on age and BMI or Body Mass Index in
the appendix. Of course if you've married the sugar daddy
of your dreams a gossamer thin night dress is a much more
civilised way of ending a marriage than a divorce, quicker,
simpler and much less painful for your husband as well.
Just add on 50% to the safe working ranges. Now finally hug
your partner whilst they recover, its totally appropriate to
whisper sweet nothings at this point or even ask them which
photographer you should use for the wedding. Note the
indirect proposal of marriage here whilst their guard is
down. Now girls its lunch time so readjust your clothing
please and off you go."
"Thank Mr. Mosely for your kind assistance. Would you
like to come back next week for 11 A? I noticed you managed
to keep your erection for forty three minutes, I'm sure we
can improve on that if you'd like some private lessons,
perhaps a cock ring, or I have a small select selection of
riding crops". I must confess I declined and did my best
never to set foot in Tamara's school again.
"It sounds as if you have had a terrible life trying to
keep her out of trouble" Helen giggled. Anyway you've got
me to look after you now, and Tamara's off to University?".
"Yes I supposed we'd better turn back, I suspect the police
are still looking for four teenage girls and a Glasgow
football supporter so if we split up we'll all be safer".
"Do you really think they'll look for us?" "Well if Julie
hadn't been wearing stiletto heels when she kicked out we
might have been safe but I strongly suspect their survival
chances aren't good and I wasn't in to much of a rush to be
gentle myself, mind you best not say anything to Julie" said
Ian.
As they were coming into Ottawa Tamara's cell rang.
Christine, her father's PA, wondered if she was free for
dinner that evening? Tamara explained not only were they
seven hours late but there were four of them unlikely to
find anywhere to sleep that night. Oh that's no problem
I'll just tell your dad that you're a day late and you can
have my room at the Westin, its got two double beds. "Oh
and don't worry about me, just don't mention to your dad
where you are sleeping tonight OK." "OK". "For breakfast I
recommend the Art Gallery, the washrooms are really good,
breakfast is a quarter the price of the Westin and the views
across the river are spectacular. Besides your dad and I
won't bump into you over breakfast." "Ok."
"So?". "So we have a room at the Westin tonight". "Like
for free?". "For free". "Oh-my-god". "Like cool, why
can't I have phone calls like that?".
Christine wanted to see the Picassos exhibition at the
National Gallery, the CRTC meetings that she was attended
with her boss seemed to drag on forever. Besides which she
just had to make a push to get a permanent job, being
Teddie's P.A. was OK but you would have thought after two
years she wouldn't still be a temp. She'd just have to
become indispensable or blackmail him. Now which would be
more fun? For dinner that night she wore a long slinky
dress, the low neckline emphasised her charms, especially
with the pendant necklace that dangled between her breasts.
She tried the dress on with both an underskirt and without,
she felt that tonight the suspender bumps felt more obvious
without her underskirt.
Christine suggested perhaps a cup of coffee in Teddie's
room would be acceptable, it was rather smoky in the bar and
she rather thought three glasses of champagne was quite
enough for one evening. She looked through the TV films on
the hotel's pay per view. Had Teddy seen the Three Sisters?
Cosmopolitan had a very good write up about it. It was on
the adult channel well they were adults weren't they?
Besides she'd never seen an adult film, not with a really
handsome man. Mind you it was a bit chilly in her dress did
Teddy mind if she just slipped into something more
comfortable. "No don't get your hopes up, its a big fleecy
long dressing gown I'd had since University when we used to
watch the late night movie, all girls together". She
slipped through the interconnecting door finger to her lips
to the girls on the other side, quickly she kicked off her
heels, let the dress pool at her feet stepped out and
slipped out of her underwear. Lacy bra, matching g-string
and her garter belt with stockings, they weren't built for
comfort that was for sure. The sheer baby doll would be
perfect, especially with the high necked dressing gown that
practically covered her toes over the top. She slipped back
into Teddy's room and sat unthreateningly on the bed besides
him, come on the movies about to start, doesn't she play the
piano beautifully, come and snuggle down the bed with me for
warmth.
After exploring round the campus and finding out just how
short accommodation was the girls trooped back to
Christine's room in the Westin.
Tamara was feeling distinctly put out. The way things
were going she'd actually have to ask daddy to buy her an
apartment and she really did want to be a bit independent.
All her dress allowance she'd saved when Ian had pointed out
that other people didn't just wear things two or three times
then put them in a Sally Army blue bag had been quite
amazing. Even after she had brought Ian a fancy front
loading washing machine and tumble dryer for his apartment.
Thrifty Ian had pointed out jeans and dresses could be worn
again and even washed them for her. Mind you having him
come with her when she went shopping and inspecting the
labels to see if there were washing instructions was
different. These days she took delight in buying the
occasional wash by hand garment just for the scowl on his
face. However it wouldn't be enough to pay her rent for
four years at the prices being quoted.
"I can't possibly afford that much, haven't you got any
farmers or anything I could look after their cows in return
for accommodation". Julie was looking through the list of
available accommodation. Ideas of a shared apartment were
shattered by what was available and what it cost, even
Tamara thought the prices were high. "I could ask daddy
nicely to buy me one, he did offer, but I'd rather be
independent." Tamara was looking through the student
newspaper and turned up "Cat sitter wanted, no experience
required, cat will train, must be non smoker and not
allergic to cat, dress code knee length skirts to be worn on
occasion, live in, and there's another for an Assistant Cat
sitter wanted, dress code knee length skirts to be worn on
occasion, live in same phone number. It can't be for real
no one has a live in cat sitter do they?" "Julie do you know
anything about cats?" "Well sort of I guess I mean to say
it can't be that hard opening a tin of cat food every day.
Mind you it talks about a dress code of knee length skirt to
be worn from time to time. Bit old fashioned if you ask me,
you know I don't even think I brought any with me." Julie
thought about it, looked at the price of apartments once
more, turned to Tamara "What the hell call the number".
Christine wondered in. "Skirt, no problem at all. I'm
just off to get a coffee anyone want one?" Then she
wandered off.
"Right five caf‚ au lait." "Skirt, here you are, soft
black leather, buttons up the front. Knee length? Oh well
it's the best I've got I'm afraid. I mean to say its not
that short even on Julie its only seven inches above the
knee. Try it on. If not we can always go down to the
Rideau Centre downstairs."
"Martin River", "I understand you're looking for a cat
sitter?". "Only if you can live in, I have to travel
sometimes and Minou isn't very good when left by herself."
"Why the knee length skirt dress code?", "Minou likes to
curl up on laps, she prefers skirts, rather than trousers,
look its quite above board, why not drop by and meet Minou
and we can see if she likes you or not, I'm afraid she's a
bit fussy sometimes, rejected three applications already."
"OK". "Do you have transport? Two students together, No
problem I'll get Isaac to pick you up, in front of the
university OK? Stay there, I'll go 3 way and you can
describe where you are ...Isaac good afternoon." "Hi Isaac
do me a favour could you pick up a couple of young ladies at
the university for me, and put it on my account? When now?
Let me guess one tall long legged blonde, a shorter
brunette?" "How did you guess, I'm Tamara the tall blonde,
wearing a yellow jacket, and there are three brunettes with
bags just waiting for you" "Apologies ladies, Martin next
time you three way let me know, I'll be with you in ten
minutes, the cabs a Cadillac with a Caddy Cab sign on the
top."
Ten minutes to the second a Cadillac rolled to a halt,
the driver who was wearing a jacket and tie, stepped out of
the cab and walked round to open the rear door "Tamara? In
you get, I'll put the bags in the back, do you know Martin
well?" "No I was hoping you could tell me a bit about him?"
"Not much to tell, regular customer for about four years,
wife died last week I think it was, hit by a car on a
pedestrian crossing, Martin seems to have taken it hard".
Isaac looked forward out of the window and spoke "Isaac
here, good afternoon", "Noon flight so say 11:15 Friday?"
"It isn't a hearing aid is it?" It's a hands free cell with
throat mike." "Isaac why are you the first respectable
looking cab driver I've ever seen and why is this cab
spotless?" "You hadn't met me before and I like to keep it
clean. For the rest it started in the taxi company strike,
I used to work Montreal. Then moved to Ottawa less traffic.
For fourteen years I've been driving cab in Ottawa I already
had a few regular customers so I decided strike out with a
few others, we save $400 a month for the dispatcher, most of
our work is regular clients, airport runs and such so we get
more work at the higher end of the market than the normal
cabs, if a customer doesn't work out I'm just terribly sorry
but no one is available when they call, if I'm busy for a
regular client then I get one of the others to take them or
sometimes pass the call onto one of the more reliable
drivers working for Capital or Blue Line. You build a
relationship with the clients, and they seem to like the
idea they are calling me direct on the cell number if I say
four minutes I'm there in four minutes". "Hi Christine,
I've found this really nice cab driver who knows Montreal,
take Isaac's phone number down". Tamara put her hand over
the mouthpiece of the cell, "Isaac you free Thursday to go
to Montreal?" Isaac nodded, "Caddy Cab at the Westin at
6:30 am returning around noon," she scribbled Christine's
cell number on the back of Isaac's card "here's Christine's
cell number in case of changes".
The Cadillac turned into a driveway, "This is it ladies
enjoy your time in Ottawa."
A rather depressed looking middle aged man well he looked
at least 30 answered their ring, "Hi, come in sit down I'll
see if I can find Minou, have you ever been interviewed by a
cat before? Have a look round whilst she dains to hold her
inspection."
Tamara followed Julie upstairs, there were three bedrooms,
one had a sewing machine, in the other a double bed, Tamara
opened the wardrobe to find shelves and shelves of material,
Julie opened a bottom drawer, patterns, patterns and more
patterns, "Looks like Mrs. Rivers liked to sew, Hum, I
might be able to adapt this body and those sleeves", Tamara
drifted off into the next room, it was lined with books,
upon books, the complete set of Terry Pratchett, was there a
complete set of Anne McCaffrey, she'd written so many books
with so many people Tamara couldn't quite recall all her
books. Georgette Heyer, the writer who had practically
invented the Regency romance book, she'd just read the first
page... Ashma had been glancing at the CD case beyond
Martin, five shelves of fifty CDs each, all classical, not
bad, Martin followed her glance, "There's more in the
cupboards, and another couple of cases around the corner,
I'm not quite sure what's in them. More of my wife's
interests I'm afraid."
Charlotte had walked across to the dining room, looking in
the display cabinets were at least three patterns of
exquisite china, she recognised one as being a Wedgwood
pattern. She called back "May I?" as she opened the
cupboard doors and peered in? It looked as if there were at
least a dozen place settings of each. Crystal wine glasses
where packed tightly onto the top shelf. She carefully
closed the doors and drifted into the kitchen, the only
plates to be seen on the drying rack were china, the pans
were all stainless steel with copper bases, the range, gas.
Serious stuff, but just think what you could prepare.
Minou wondered in through the cat flap, walked slowly
across to Martin's lap and curled up and went to sleep.
Ashma looked at Julie, "Do something, I like it here" she
mouthed. Julie thought then walked to the fridge, raided
the cheese dish and rolled a small lump of cheese across the
floor, whilst it was still moving a black streak shot across
the room snatched it up then rubbed against Julie's legs
purring loudly. "I do believe you've passed Minou's
interview" Tamara announced, Martin nodded in agreement.
The door bell rang, Tamara got up and answered it, "Hi is
Martin about", and a brassy blonde rouged cheeks and bright
red lips tottered in on bright red five inch heels, and at
Martin's nod she wiggled herself onto Tamara's chair
opposite Martin. "Hi, I'm Joanne, your neighbour Natasha's
sister-in-law, I heard about your little tragedy and
wondered if you'd like to come over for dinner. To
Natasha's on Thursday night, I hadn't realised you had
daughters, Oh just students are they looking for somewhere
to live, we won't bother our selves with them then." Joanne
did a little wiggle on her chair, her blouse seemed to fall
open by another two buttons, her skirt rose five inches and
her thighs parted, Julie caught sight of her panty's washing
instructions through the lacy thin material, Joanne opened
her bag and brought forth a packet of long slim cigarettes.
Tamara bristled, just at that moment Minou raised her head
from searching for cheese, and dashed across the room
leaping up unto Joanne's lap as if she was a long lost
friend who hadn't been seen in years, she purred loudly,
turned round, her paws started a kneading action on Joanne's
new tights, her tail swished under Joanne's nose, Joanne
started to sneeze, "My god its still got its claws!" she
gasped, then sneezed again, her eyes watered she dashed for
the front door.
"Perhaps I should have specified thick knee-length skirts
in the dress code, Julie I think someone deserves a tin of
salmon from the cupboard" Martin murmured. Julie felt a
strong protective urge towards Minou.
"I really don't think I can afford four cat sitters, even
though Minou would like them, but for the next day or two if
you don't mind sleeping on the coach I've no objection to
you sleeping here." Julie moved her bags up to the sewing
room, Tamara offered to take the coach, Charlotte and Ashma
moved their bags up to the guest room. Ashma unrolled her
sleeping bag out on the floor; Charlotte looked at Ashma and
offered to share the double bed.
The following day after the others had left to go
apartment hunting once more Tamara called Christine she
wanted to pick her brains.
"Tamara dearest one, that was the nicest thing anyone's
asked me for years? Everyone else seems after my body. Now
my sweet how can Daddy's secretary help?" Tamara explained
that the house seemed fine and she honestly thought that the
four girls would be very comfortable, but that Mr. Rivers
that is Martin didn't think he could afford them all.
Christine looked thoughtful. "Well let's have a look then".
She wandered across to a green leather inlaid desk that was
covered in letters, bills and bank statements. "These bank
statements seem to suggest he has just paid off his
mortgage, this looks interesting". She picked up two or
three unopened airmail letters and held them up to the
light, "Put the kettle on the gas range". Four minutes
later they were reading two solicitor's letters the first
addressed to his wife enclosed a cheque for 287,000 pounds
sterling being the final settlement of his wife's mothers
estate, the second being from a London lawyer saying they
were sorry to inform him that his parents had been killed in
a car crash and that the initial review of his parents
estate indicated a value of between 150,000 and 200,000
thousand pounds of which he was sole beneficiary. There
would of course be the usual two year delay before funds
could be released but they looked to him for instructions on
what to do with the property in the interim, would they like
them to arrange a short term lease? They looked at each
other "I think your Mr. rivers is worth about $1,000,000
plus he has paid off his mortgage, on the interest alone he
could afford you all easily and pay your fees for the next
four years. I think you'd better tell me all you know and
everything that's happened so far." Julie recounted the
tale including Isaac's the cab drivers mention of Martin
losing his wife last week. When she mentioned Joanne,
Christine raised her eyebrows, "Knowing what we now know I'm
almost tempted to make a play myself. Amanda I think, let's
arrange a medical for him".
"Amanda dearest, is it really three years since we last
spoke? Well I've two tickets for tomorrow night at the NAC
opera house centre stalls I think and I simply can't make
it. You might be able to take them off my hands how simply
marvellous. Oh you remember you are always looking for
subjects for your ophthalmic optics students well I've got a
little group of five for you, tomorrow morning at 9 am not a
problem. One's middle aged male I'd like him analysed and
checked over medically you know the sort of thing he's
thinking of getting a new mistress and she'd just wants to
ensure he's not HIV or hepatitis etc. or likely to be too
violent discreetly of course. The others are four female
first year students, as long as they aren't little old
ladies their perfect, how sweet of you. You're an Angel."
She hung up the phone. "Now all we have to do is find a
ticket tout for those tickets I can't possibly use".
On the following morning Julie asked Martin if he would
mind having his eyes tested by the students in the
ophthalmic optics department. Martin nodded and Julie
called into his office, Mr. Rivers was going to have a check
up and would be in a little late this morning. Julie guided
him to the bus and sat besides him holding his hand. Poor
man if what Tamara had told them last night he was
practically alone in the world. At the University Amanda
met them, they weren't quite set up yet but they liked to
get a background on their examination subjects would Mr.
Rivers step this way whilst they just gave him a few routine
tests. Julie held his hand and lead the way to the
treadmill; she stayed with him smiling reassuringly at his
slightly bewildered expression. They slipped a facemask on
and asked him to start running, they weighed him, they
examined him, they took blood and urine samples, gave him
personality questionnaires. Eventually Julie, Charlotte,
Ashma and Martin were sitting in a waiting room drinking
coffee. Julie had a thought, married no children, a
fertility test perhaps? She whispered in Charlotte's ear.
"Ashma" Charlotte asked, "Have you thought about which
colour you'd like your evening dress made up in?" Ashma
looked blank, Julie guided her to the window and draped
three swatches of fabric over her shoulder. "I can't see
I'm too close, Martin be a sweetheart come and hold the
material up to her face. Perhaps if you stand behind her
hold it over her shoulder and drape it down. No, Yes, No,
I'm not sure, the patterns quite low cut so if you could
unbutton her two top buttons, yes that's sort of it, now
could you just heft her upfronts up a little, hold them
there. Ashma your skin tone is changing its getting a
deeper shade, let's try the other one shall we. This time
take that scrap of lace off, Martin could you just unhook
her at the back and slide the straps off. Ashma, Martin has
seen this all before you know even if they weren't yours.
Now hold the fabric just so, heft her upfronts up a bit,
nibble her ear that's it just the skin colour I was after,
gently roll her nipples between your fingers, good, I'm
trying to see if the nipples will show too much through the
material. Keep her colour high for me, I think she said she
adores her neck nuzzled as well as feeling her ears nibbled.
Now Julie do you think the dark blue or the turquoise? The
dark blue it is then. Thank you so much Martin". Julie
looked at Martin's bulge "Oh you poor man that must be
uncomfortable for you, here let me caress it better for
you". Quickly she finished Martin off and gathered a sample
up in a sample bottle then dried him with a tissue. She
slipped the bottle quietly to Amanda.
Christine, Tamara, Julie, Ashma, Charlotte gathered
together at lunchtime over cream cakes and tea. "So it
sounds to me as if you have poor Martin in a state of shock
so he's not really up to making any decisions anyway so it
would be a kindness to make some for him. Ashma I
recollect wants to work her way through his music
collection, Julie you rather fancy playing with the sewing
machine and all the patterns and fabrics you've found,
Charlotte is quite in love with the kitchen and china.
Tamara I think you just want to work your way through two
dozen six foot bookcases just in case there a few authors
you haven't come across yet. Now has anyone seen any other
apartments they like at a price they can afford? No, well
how would the four of you fit in? Julie I know has taken
over the sewing room that only leaves the bed in the spare
room." "Ashma and I are quite comfortable there thank you."
"So it sounds like all you have to do is draw straws to find
out who keeps young Martin occupied and away from Joanne and
others. "I'm not sure I could have sex with a man after
meeting Charlotte" "Tamara didn't you say you wanted
someone intelligent, who would be committed to you for four
years and been doctored? We know his sperm count is zero,
he's disease free what more can you ask for?" "Oh-my-god
but I couldn't. You can't ask it of me, Guys Oh-my-god he's
old enough to be my father, I mean it wouldn't be right,
even if he is dishy, I really couldn't. Guys, stop looking
at me like that, no really I couldn't besides I never done
this before" Christine looked across the room "So? If he's
anything like your father he's got a good few miles left in
him yet. At least you know he's not after you for your
money" "How am I going to do it. I can't just walk up to
him and say I'll swop my body for your house for four years
now can I? It makes me sound so mercenary? Couldn't you do
it for me Christine?" "You'll just have to seduce him, mind
you I think you could work as a team from what you were
saying you and Charlotte can work very effectively together.
He's in his forties you think, so what was fashionable 30
years ago? Mini skirts where just coming in, I think
stockings were still worn, ponytail? Panties were worn low
on the hips. Tight jumpers but only if you have the figure
for them and I don't really think any of you are heavily
endowed. Now men have other weaknesses than sex. I noticed
some trousers that had been pinned up but not shortened in
the sewing room Julie could you finish those off? My mother
used to say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach.
Charlotte think you can do some thing in that direction?
Now then slip out of those jeans Tamara let's have a look at
your legs, and the panties, pity about the blonde pubic
hair, brunettes can really raise an interest with the right
sort of lace still you can wear something practically
transparent without looking too risqu‚. First as a gentle
warm up Charlotte does her curl up on his lap act, something
slinky that he can run his fingers over, garter belt with
suspenders so he can feel them through the material. Hands
on thighs to stop you slipping off at first then if we use a
button up the front, see if you can coax him inside the
dress. Your fingers feel cold why not put them here to warm
up is an oldie but goodie, double act with Ashma, Ashma says
seeing Martin's hands on your body isn't quite the thing,
you reply by moving his hands inside the dress so it doesn't
offend her sensibilities. Get the idea? Basically your aim
is just to warm him up.
Tamara I think a short flirty skirt the type that you can
pull down at the front so it nearly covers your knees when
you sit down, stockings under that at a height that show a
bit of stocking top whenever you move. With a flared skirt
you should be able to turn your legs sideways and give him
an accidental look at stockings and a good six inches of leg
above. Don't overlook the lifting your skirt to pull it
down, we'll practise that one so he gets a really good look
at your legs, can we find a reason to go upstairs, you'd
better be directly in front of him so he gets the full
effect." "I've still got my modified school uniform that I
used on Ian." "Sounds just the thing, Charlotte you
mentioned working your way through three hundred and one
basic sex positions perhaps it might be best if you and
Tamara coaxed Martin upstairs to talk about the beds or some
such then you'll have to help Tamara since she's never done
it before. Tamara I'm almost ashamed of you eighteen and
still a virgin, I thought the American average was twelve
these days? I think you have to start by saying that you,
Tamara have done the maths and are confident if he lets you
sort out the household bills he can afford you all without
going into his capital. Then I think you look for your four
year commitment and screw him".
"Hi Martin how was your day? Do you like my skirt?"
Tamara twirled letting her skirt lift slightly as she did so
giving just a hint of stocking top. "Come on Martin come
and sit down." Charlotte led him to the large armchair and
curled up in his lap. Julie entered from the kitchen
carrying a tray of teacups, a coffee pot a teapot and a
cream jug. "Tea or Coffee sir?" "Tea please." Ashma
followed carrying a second tray. "Anyone want to try my
baking? There's scones with jam and cream or slices of a
sponge chocolate cake." Martin tried a scone, perfect, just
like mother used to make. What a terrible expression. His
mother had never managed to bake anything in her life, Aunt
Martha maybe but not his mother. Yes even better than Aunt
Martha. Wait a minute no one these days bothered with home
baking, unless they were selling a house, the dreaded fresh
bread smell. These days it was always something from the
baker's section at the supermarket. Something was going on.
He looked up. "Do I get the impression something is going
on that I don't yet know about?" Julie put the tray down
and passed him a tea. "Surely you won't accuse us of
scheming now would you? Oh by the way when you go upstairs
could you try on the trousers I hemmed for you that I found
in the sewing room?" Martin looked puzzled. Charlotte
smiled up at him. "There's braised steak for tea with
steamed vegetables should be ready in forty minutes. I hope
you like it." She took his hand and guided it to her thigh.
"That feels steadier I thought I might fall off for a
moment." Martin wondered if they had slipped something in
his tea or if he was simply dreaming. His hand seemed to be
resting on a strap. A garter belt, god he hadn't seen
anyone wear something like that since Jenny. He remembered
stroking Jenny's leg twenty years ago now? Feeling his
thumb slide up her leg, above her stocking top. Then
fingers slipped in her panties where the garter belt held
them off her skin. This couldn't be real. If he was
dreaming he should be able to have Tamara sit down in the
chair opposite and cross her legs showing lots of leg and
even a glimpse of thigh above her stockings. Tamara crossed
the room and sat down in the chair opposite. She crossed
her legs and pulled the skirt down at the front so it was
more respectable. However from the side her skirt didn't
cover her white stockings at all.
Martin felt himself stirring. Well if it was a dream why
not relax and enjoy it. Memories came back, hand on thigh,
if accepted undo a button or two then move to breast. He
ran his hand down Charlotte's dress undoing the buttons with
one hand as he brushed his fingers across them. Still
hadn't lost his touch. Then he slid his hand in over
Charlotte's breast, small just a soft comfortable hand size
with a firm nipple that slid between his fingers. Charlotte
exchanged glances with Tamara; this was going much better
than expected. Charlotte turned her head a little and
nibbled Martin's ear lobe. Tamara stood up and offered her
hand out to Martin. She led him towards the stairs then
dropped his hand and walked up the stairs in front of him.
He had a mental flash back to a trip he'd taken to London in
his youth, of a girl in a short summer dress getting on the
bus in front of him and climbing the spiral stairs to the
upper deck. High heels, seamed stockings, a blue suspender
belt and blue panties covering her bottom as she wiggled her
butt up the stairs. And she'd looked back over her shoulder
and given him an extra wiggle and a wink. He'd been quietly
campaigning for double decker buses to no avail in North
America ever since. This dream was bringing back lots of
favourite memories. Who said you couldn't live in the past?
She'd been with her boyfriend and he'd been ushered up the
stairs in front of her. Apparently a young American tourist
climbing the stairs behind her didn't count.
He looked up. The thought "Heavens above" came to him.
Tamara's white seamed stockings seem to invite him, her
white garter belt flashed in front of his eyes as he
followed her wiggling bottom up the stairs. The occasional
glimpse of white thong made him slow down to get a better
angle to look up at. He followed her into his bedroom.
Charlotte spoke "Now here's the deal." He looked back to
Charlotte. "Here we have a beautiful virgin dressed in all
white." She motioned to Tamara who was stepping out of her
skirt leaving only her white silk blouse, white stockings
and white underwear. Martin thought to himself now I know
it's a dream, for heaven's sakes a North American female
virgin over the age of thirteen. They just don't exist.
"For the next four years she is going to share your bed.
The rest of us will sleep elsewhere in the house. I worked
out all the money side of things and I'm certain you can
afford us its just a question of if you want to." Tamara
gave a little wiggle and shrugged off her blouse. Martin
could see her breasts supported by the micro fibre bra, her
nipples protruding. She bowed her head and clasped her
hands in front of her. "Would you like to take my virginity
now Oh Lord and Master? All you have to do is agree." The
girls all held their breath. He must accept surely. The
room was absolutely quiet. Martin was well aroused. It was
only a dream after all. "How can I refuse you anything? Of
course I agree." A collective sigh of relief went up.
Charlotte strolled over to the bed and undid the remaining
buttons on her dress. She stepped out of her briefs.
"First I want to just make sure you are well lubricated. We
want Tamara's first time to be pleasurable don't we?" She
positioned Martin on the bed and undid his slacks and slid
them off. Then she eased his shirt off as well. She tossed
aside his briefs and straddled him. She took his penis in
her hand and just rubbed it across her slit until it slipped
inside. Than she lowered herself, wiggled, then raised
herself. She repeated the action three times then stepped
off. Martin's penis glistened with her juices. Tamara
climbed onto the bed and took up Charlotte's position. She
took his penis in hand then rubbed it not quite as skilfully
against her slit. Martin turned to Charlotte, "I thought I
was dreaming but I'm not am I?" Tamara paused. "No your
not dreaming why makes you think you weren't?" "I'd never
have thought about having you providing the lubrication I'd
rush straight into my virgin." "So does this mean we're
still on?" Tamara waited for his reply. Martin suddenly
showed signs of life and rolled over. Tamara was flat on
the bed with Martin posed with his penis up against her
slit. "Oh I think I can restrict myself to you four young
ladies for the next four years starting now of course." He
thrust slowly into Tamara paused eased out then plunged in
once more. Each plunge took him deeper into her warm body.
Ashma decided to get involved and raked her fingernails down
his back to spur him on. Charlotte who was lying on the bed
besides him learned over, guided his free hand so his thumb
was against her clitoris and a finger inserted inside her.
Julie had been standing in the doorway not knowing quite
what to do watching Martin's bottom thurst back and forth.
She felt he should put a bit more effort into it. Then
inspiration arrived. She slipped quietly out of the room
back to her own and quickly stripped off her clothes. She
dug in her bag and brought out a sheer pink baby doll that
had fluffy bits to cover her breasts and at the hem. She
stepped into the matching sheer thong lifted the rest over
her head so the spaghetti straps rested on her shoulders.
She stepped into the bathroom and checked herself. Just as
Katie had told her when she had tucked the tiny garment in
her bag as Julie had left, delectable, she certainly had
nothing to be ashamed of, time to let Martin's eyes feast on
her form. If they were going to blow his mind they might
just as well go the whole way. Just as she left she dipped
her middle finger in a tub of Vaseline that she had spied
sitting on the side and came back into the bedroom. She
fondled Martin's butt then sneaked her finger in up hard
against his spincter.
"Martin?" The cry came down the stairs to where Martin had
just come in through the front door. "Yes." He called back.
"Martin, could you come and put some batteries in for me, my
sister sent me a present to celebrate her new job but I
don't seem to be able to put the batteries in." He took his
jacket off and climbed the stairs to Ashma's room. Ashma
was sat curled up on the bed in jeans and tee shirt
surrounded by wrapping paper, boxes and batteries. "Hi, I
borrowed your screwdrivers and everything but I can't see
where to put them in. I'd normally ask Julie but she's
studying in the library tonight." She passed over a remote
control and a packet of batteries. "Are these the right
ones?" Martin looked at them and picked up a screwdriver
"They seem to fit, there that's the cover back on now shall
we try it out?" "Oh well we'll need this other bit, and
that needs batteries as well" Ashma blushed as she passed
over the vibrator and another packet of batteries. Martin
looked at Ashma. "Well when she wrote last time she asked
if I had a boyfriend at the moment and I didn't like to say
no so I said I'd moved in with this guy called Martin.
She's always going on about all her boyfriends and how I
spend to much time reading books and studying to get a man.
Then she sent me this present so we could enjoy it
together." Martin inserted the batteries and twisted the
end back on. He got up from the bed and looked as if he was
about to return downstairs. "Wait, we could you know."
Ashma murmured shyly from the bed. Martin turned back.
"Could what?" "Like what you said try it out." "I thought
vibrators were things you used in private." "Not this one,
I mean to say that the whole idea of the remote control
isn't it so you can share the experience. Anyway its not as
if you hadn't seen my body or anything. Come on, I'll just
take my clothes off and add a bit of lubricant on the end."
She sat up and pulled her tee-shirt off. Then she undid the
buttons on her fly and slipped her jeans off. "So what do
you think? Do you like my pale blue underwear? Come and
put your arms round me and slide your hands across the front
of my thong. I rather like the bow on the front, it's just
over my clit so when you run your fingers over my bow I get
all sorts of nice sensations underneath. Would you like to
unhook my bra? That's nice, its different when you do it.
I especially like the little kisses on my shoulder. Now
slide my thong down and just caress me a little to warm me
up. Its fun those nibbles on my neck seem to connect
straight to my tummy. Now if you could pick up my vibrator
and just put a couple of drops of lubricant from the bottle
on my bedside table on it. Turn it on the lowest setting
with the remote and just hold it up against me. I think I
like it when you hold things against me. Now then I'll hold
the vibrator in place for a moment, got the remote? Good
now slowly turn it up. Too fast turn it down. I know put
your tongue against me where you can feel the vibrations. A
bit higher, bit more to the left. Just keep it there, Oh
God, just keep it there, gently, gently with it, I'm very
sensitive down there. Oh, God not so fast, that's it."
Martin moved his tongue very slightly and felt her twitch,
he gently moved his tongue up and down very gently feeling
the vibrations coming from inside. He felt her hands reach
down and press his head more firmly into her crotch and her
back arc up so she was thrusting herself into his mouth. He
felt her thighs tighten around his ears, as she stiffened
then collapsed back on the bed. He shutoff the remote
control. "Not bad, not bad at all. I'll have to ask you to
assist me again sometime Martin. Thank you. I think I need
to rest for a moment or two, do you think you could just
cuddle me in your arms? That's nice, I like being held
afterwards and vibrators don't do a very good job of holding
you. Martin, my battery inserter by appointment. Did I
mention there's steamed potatoes ready in about 30 minutes
and a casserole that's programmed to finish in the microwave
about the same time. After tea I'll wash your hair for you
in return."
Fredfred
Some twenty minutes later Julie walked through the door.
"What's for tea?" "Oh well time to get up I suppose.
Casserole it's in the microwave just finishing off."
Martin, Ashma and Julie sat down to tea and afterwards Ashma
got Martin to take his shirt off and arranged a towel so
there were no drips before putting his head over the sink in
the bathroom. Then she poured some warm water over his hair
to get it damp. Julie looked on. Ashma took some shampoo
in her hands and lathered up Martin's head, taking special
care to give him lots of rubs at the back of the head and
the back of his neck. She worked her fingers into the scalp
giving him a gentle massage. "I got taught this at the hair
dressers down the road for a Saturday job. I had a sink
round the back and I used to get really good tips from some
of the men. The important part is to give lots of attention
just here. If I rally fancied them or they were big tippers
I used to brush their arm with my boobs like this. Or
sometimes I'd grind my pubic bone against them or squeeze
their thighs between mine like this. The pay was lousy
though and in the end I gave it up. It did really terrible
things to my hands besides which the hairdressers started
complaining because I was getting bigger tips than they
were. There now head back and I'll rinse it off. Head a
bit to the side, now the other. No stay there I haven't put
any conditioner on yet." "Conditioner?" "It will help your
hair stay more manageable trust me. Hey I could be a really
good used car sales person with that line, do you think I
have an honest face?" She pulled a face and put out her
tongue in the mirror. "There we are all done." "Hey I
enjoyed that, perhaps Ashma by appointment hairdresser."
The girls met up for lunch in the refectory, carrying
their trays they looked round but there just wasn't an empty
table in sight, one had only one gloomy looking student at
it so they drifted across, "Is there room for four more
here?" "Well Malcolm isn't going to suddenly arrive, I'm so
sorry where are my manners I'm Dee, school of Architecture
please sit down, I'm just in the dumps because of men and I
can't find anywhere nice to live". The girls all introduced
them selves and then Julie asked "So who's Malcolm?" Dee
explained she had a crush on Malcolm but he was a stupid
civil engineer who wouldn't notice her and played bridge
with his mates all evening. She had a fantasy about a
candlelight dinner Malcolm in a Tuxedo being captivated by a
wispy floaty evening gown. "Look there the bastard is,
bridge again, another woman I could compete with but bridge.
I summoned up all my courage and tried the-my-aunt-gave-me-
these-two-tickets-to-a-play routine, he looked interested
but his mates just said they needed him for a fourth and
that was that. I haven't summoned up enough courage after
that. I met his mother when she came up last weekend she
looked sympathetic and gave me her number but she didn't
have any ideas either." "Fear not young Dee. Your fairy
godmother Tamara will provide. A candlelight dinner for
two, stand up, yes you look about the same size as Ashma, La
Dress it is, Malcolm in a Tuxedo will be delivered to you on
Thursday night, but you only have the house until midnight,
Martin will be taking Ashma and myself to the NAC I think.
When and where is his last lecture on Thursday? Pass his
mother's number? Mrs. Smythe, Hi I'm Tamara would you know
Malcolm's collar size, chest size, waist size, inside leg
and shoe size. I'm suppose to be ordering a dress shirt and
Tuxedo for him for the end of term ball and I've lost the
paper with his sizes on. Thank you so much, you'd love a
photograph of him wearing anything but jeans and one of his
escort no problem at all".
Thursday arrived, the first elevator seemed packed and
Malcolm was soon separated from his mates. The second
elevator must have stopped on practically every floor whilst
a female stepped in or out, and why anyone who managed to
press three wrong floors was ever allowed out, strange he
didn't think there was so many females in the engineering
block. What now? Really if it's too heavy for you to carry
why on earth did you start out with it. "Yes certainly I'll
give you hand to your car." In the student union Tamara
dressed in what Julie called her art student witches outfit,
long black velvet skirt, with a gauzy black blouse covered
by a black shawl, and long gloves without fingers just a
loop over her thumbs, rang Isaac, "Remember engine running
back door open in front of the student's union in fifteen
minutes and at 18:45 on the dot, and don't fail me." She
put on a final dab of perfume and approached the bridge
table where four hands where dealt out already.
"She picked one up and straighten the cards "You don't
mind if I sit in for a hand do you?" She was sat with her
back to the room, "One No Trump" she opened, and the shawl
fell a little revealing a gauzy black bra underneath.
Quickly she was in three no trumps. The first card was led
from her left, dummy went down and her partner came to look
at her cards, she patted the bench besides her. Their knees
touched as she bent forward to play dummy. "What do you
think?" she murmured so he drew closer and the full effect
of her perfume hit him. Malcolm rolled up to the bridge
table, he sat to one side, Julie arrived, "Hi Tamara" and
squashed in besides Malcolm "Hi, isn't it crowded here? You
won't happen to know anything about the loading effect of
buses travelling at different speeds on roads and how that
combined with road temperature to cause deformation in road
surfaces would you?" She smiled. Malcolm did in fact, it
was the subject of his engineering project and something
that many people didn't take into consideration when
designing roadways. Ashma arrived a minute or two later
smiled at Malcolm, could he just move up a tiny bit sat the
other side of him. Charlotte arrived, "Hi gang, did anyone
know anything about fuses?" She couldn't get the lights to
work and she wanted to try out her recipes for next week's
dinner party. Was there a spare engineer in the house she
could try out her dishes on? Julie offered up Malcolm, "Yes
off you go Malcolm we can manage without you this once" his
regular bridge partner cried as Tamara trumped the
opposition's ace to send them one down. Malcolm was hustled
out the door and into Isaac's cab, Julie went in first,
Charlotte followed Malcolm. Strange it seemed cramped in
the back of a Cadillac his legs were together but both girls
seem to arrange themselves so their legs pressed against
his.
Tamara glanced at her watch time to exit stage left,
adjusted her shawl to be respectable once more gathered up
Ashma responded to her partners heart bid with four hearts.
She laid her cards down and blew a kiss to the bridge
players. "Bye, see you around" She left her partner trying
to make four hearts and dashed out the door into Isaac's
waiting cab, NAC Isaac we're meeting Martin there at five to
seven so don't spare the horses". Looking back through the
tinted glass she saw the bridge players dash down the union
steps behind her looking for her.
At the house Charlotte slipped into the kitchen and picked
up a saucepan, Julie thrust Malcolm upstairs into her room
where Malcolm's Tuxedo was laid out on the bed. "Quick
you've just got time to change for dinner". "Dinner but
aren't I supposed to be repairing a fuse." "Oh that. Silly
me, Charlotte told me it wasn't a fuse at all but a circuit
breaker whatever that is. Any way she's fixed it all. But
tonight I need you to make the numbers up for dinner so be
an angel and get changed. I've laid out a dinner jacket and
such on the bed, hope it fits." With that she twirled back
into Charlotte's room and grabbed her French maid's outfit.
She quickly changed and twirled in front of the mirror. "So
what do you think? Will these panties do or I have two
others that go with it." She changed into the first pair on
the bed, "Black sheer thong with lace at the top of the
legs." She changed, "These are practically the same at the
front but more sheer coverage at the back. Kate thought
they were the most indecent. I think the first pair are the
rudest though. They're called open panties. Look I'll put
them back on. At first you think they just have a lace trim
that goes up and down the front but really it's split into
two halves that just pull apart like this." She showed Dee
just how easily they slipped apart. "It's a really weird
feeling knowing you are so vulnerable but also knowing they
probably won't notice even if they happen to catch a
glimpse. Mind you Charlotte thinks there isn't a great deal
of difference between them and an ordinary thong. You can
easily pull the thong to one side to gain access. When she
was practising with her sister's boyfriend " "Let's face it
with the non existent neck line I doubt if they would notice
anything." "Great isn't it. Katie got the idea from a
quarter cup bra with the frills framing my breasts. Then it
was just a matter of designing the dress to leave the frills
and breasts exposed at the top. We worked out the length by
first wearing a pair of Dior seamed stockings size 10 and
then making the length just long enough to cover the
suspender clasps." She turned round to show the back off.
"We cut the back a tiny bit longer because the stockings dip
down a bit at the back." Mind you if I bend forward it
doesn't matter very much what the length is I'm still
showing acres of skin and panties. So which panties are
more likely to give Malcolm a heart attack? It's never
failed to get an erection." Eventually they settled on the
open panties.
Dee had bathed and dressed in was sat in front of the
mirror wearing La Dress. "Are you sure it isn't quite so
see through in the candle light?" "Trust me" "It seems so
little and so flimsy, and these ribbon bows just over the
triangles on my chest". "It's perfect really, how do you
like the slit skirt effect?" "Slit I thought they'd
forgotten to sew up the seams, do you realise its slit from
waist to ankle?" "Put on these matching panties?" "Why
have they got little rubber knobs on the inside front and I
can't think what they're for". "Oh it's a new sort of bra,
slip them on and you'll see what I mean". Dee slipped on
the panties. It seemed a thousand tongues were licking her
clitoris and the surrounding areas, her breasts felt
heavier, her nipples stood up, she wasn't sure she could
make it across the room. "I see what you mean." Julie gave
her a long deep kiss; "There you have just the right sort of
dazed just kissed look." Give me five minutes to settle
Malcolm with a glass of sherry then you can make your
entrance.
She popped back into her room, tied Malcolm's bow tie,
"Have you really never tied a bow tie before?", put a dab of
after-shave on him and lead him by the hand downstairs to
one of the comfy arm chairs. "Sweet or dry" she offered
standing by the sherry glasses. "Dry please, how many are
coming to dinner?" "How many? You know I'm not sure, I
just serving this evening but I know we needed you to make
the numbers even. Anyway no time to talk about it before
dinner. Charlotte's creations can't be kept waiting you
know, perhaps afterwards". She dashed back upstairs. "I
almost forgot the final touch. Tamara left her string of
pearls for you, here want to pull them out I've been keeping
them warm for you." She turned her back on Dee and stuck
out her bum. She turned her head back over her shoulder
"There you are just pull them out." Dee turned bright red
and gingerly pulled on the three protruding pearls she could
see sticking out of Julie's slit. "Oh I like it, you know I
can feel each one as it pops out. We must definitely try
this again sometime when Malcolm's not waiting downstairs.
It was interesting putting them in, even more interesting
walking round with them inside, its practically OhMyGod when
they come out. Tamara suggested it, she thought you might
like them warm and glistening, says it makes them look
better." Dee made her entrance down the stairs wearing the
glistening pearls. Malcolm stood up "Malcolm this is Dee
who has been kind enough to help out with the practise run.
You've met already that's easier then". "Malcolm I didn't
know you had anything but jeans to wear?" "And I hadn't
realise just how stunning you could look."
"Good now we are all here." Malcolm looked round puzzled.
"Perhaps you could escort Dee into the dinning room
Malcolm." They entered the room and admired the table laid
out in front of them. "You weren't expecting anyone else
were you?" asked Malcolm looking at the two places laid out
in front of him. "No not this evening, and if you hadn't
had been here you must admit the numbers would have been
uneven. In fact Dee might even of had to dine alone and we
wouldn't want that now would we." She smiled her sweetest
smile. Dee looked expectantly at Malcolm waiting for her
chair to be drawn out. Malcolm did as he was silently bid.
"Did you know what was planned" he asked Dee. "No only that
Charlotte was cooking something special anyway its water
under the bridge now. Why not sit back and enjoy. Unless
you'd rather not dine with me?" Dee pouted. Julie arrived
with the first dish and brushed Malcolm's arm with her
breast as she served, she bent forward to give Malcolm the
full effect of her low neckline when she served Dee, she
used a small table to hold the trays she carried from the
kitchen bending forward with her back towards Malcolm
displaying her black crotch-less panties and seamed
stockings. She felt his hand steady her bottom as she
wobbled in her high heels. "Malcolm you don't have to eat
with me tonight you know, you can always leave." He turned
back to Dee, "Yes but it wouldn't be polite would it.
Besides its cheaper than asking you out to dinner at a
restaurant." Julie lifted the dish she was carrying over
Malcolm's head and looked at Dee. "Just say the word."
Charlotte appeared at the dinning room door carrying a large
carver in a threatening manner. "Did someone say
something?" Malcolm looked contrite. Dee murmured "Tactful
as always." She looked at the other girls, " I never said
he was perfect but he shows promise sometimes. Charlotte
your tomato soup is practically a meal in itself. Malcolm
simply hasn't started it yet or he'd know this is much
superior to mere restaurant food." Malcolm tasted his soup.
He looked up at Charlotte, "I apologise, if the rest of the
meal is up to this standard I think I'm in heaven." "Any
more comments like that young man and you soon will be."
Mortified Charlotte turned back to the kitchen. Julie
followed her carrying the soup tureen leaving the couple
behind her. Yes she enjoyed exhibiting her body but wasn't
she ever going to get laid? It was all very well warming up
other people's boyfriends but it did get her horny as hell,
she'd make a stand, that's what she'd do, after all Martin
was there to service her just as much as Tamara and
Charlotte.
After dinner she served coffee in the parlour, she liked
the word parlour, from the French, a room for talking. She
wondered if family room was where Americans made families?
She giggled "Dee I'm sure you must be cold, why don't you
sit on Malcolm's lap so he can put his arm round you and
keep you warm." Dee took the hint. Malcolm put his arm
round her and cupped her breast. "That was a very nice meal
even if I wasn't expecting it." Julie appeared carrying a
camera. "Smile." There was a flash. "Stand and twirl
please." Another flash, "Smile one more time." Flash.
"What was that all about." "Oh that, your mother wanted a
picture of you in anything but jeans." "You mean she is in
on it as well? How much preparation did this evening take?"
"Enough now come here and have a kiss. Julie you may leave
now." "But it might get really interesting and some of
those web sites pay good money for steamy photos showing a
bit of leg." "Out!" She turned back to Malcolm. "Sorry
about that you can't get the staff these days you know."
Malcolm tugged gently at the bow on Dee's dress; the
triangular panel fell from her right breast. "Let's talk
about something else. This dress is indecent" "I thought
you'd never notice. Fun though don't you think?"
In the kitchen Julie and Charlotte sat down for a coffee.
"If only my life's problems could be solved by something as
simple as a meal for two." sighed Julie. "Well all you have
to do is invite him round it's no trouble at all to throw
together a meal." "That's the trouble there is no one at
the moment I'd like to invite round." "You poor thing all
dressed up and no one to attract." "I feel that way
sometimes. Take tonight for example I'm as horny as hell
and do I get a look in? Not a chance." Charlotte stood up
and walked across to Julie. She placed her arm round
Julie's shoulder "I've got a new DVD we could curl up with
in the family room whilst those two are talking in the
parlour." "Come on then let's hope there's some steamy sex
scenes since that's all the relief I'm going to get tonight"
she laughed. "What are we going to do with Dee by the way?"
"Since everyone else is doubled up I could share for a day
or two." replied Julie. "Yes but longer term it seems such
a waste all that space over the garage and she is an
architect." "Martin wouldn't let us. Besides were would we
get the money?" "Dee could do the paperwork, I'm quite
certain one of Tamara's dad's companies could drop off a
load of building materials by mistake." "Malcom's bridge
partners, they're civil engineers aren't they?" "Over the
weekend if Tarama took Martin off to Montreal? A couple of
cases of beer, a few flood lights, I think we could do it."
"I've always wanted to nail a few roof tiles on." "We'll
tell Dee what she has to do later. For tonight let's have
another glass of whatever it is in that tall brown bottle."
"A toast to Martin's new extension." "To Martin's new
extension." "Now my girl pass me the remote and let's skip
to the steamy bits." "No way if I watch with a guy they
always control the remote I want control. Oh dear does it
come with an instruction book I seem to have powered off the
T.V. Still practise makes perfect."
Later that night Julie took Dee up to her room and gave
her the choice of the rug on the floor or sharing a single
bed. Dee cocked her head at Julie, "I think it might be
cold tonight, shared bed please." As they got undressed
Julie mentioned Charlotte's idea. "Charlotte had an idea
that maybe you could design a second story to go over the
double garage. Be a great project even if we didn't
actually build it." "Would Martin mind?" "I don't think
he'll be a problem, like your nightie, especially the teddy
bears embroidered on it. If you wear it to breakfast
tomorrow morning I'm sure Martin will agree to anything."
"I like it too. Sort of sweet but short enough to be
interesting? Think Martin might like it then?" "Certain of
it. Now how about a good night kiss?"
Next morning Julie and Dee went down for breakfast, Julie
gave Martin a hug as she wondered into the kitchen. "Hi
landlord, Dee followed me home last night so do you mind if
we keep her?" "Dee? Who's Dee?" Dee swept in afterwards
and greeted Martin with a kiss on both cheeks, "Me silly."
She bent over to look in the bottom cupboard, "Is this where
you keep the Cornflakes?" Tamara looked up, "Are you sure
you're warm enough Dee without panties? The Cornflakes are
on the table by the way." She turned back to Martin,
"Ignore her she's only showing off, come here and show me
how much you adore me." Julie sat down at the table.
"Seriously Martin, Dee would like to use your garage as a
project, we thought about designing a 2nd floor to it."
Tamara looked at Martin as he frowned "Don't worry she's not
going to spend lots of your money, its just her project for
class. I expect she'll want to apply for permits and such
and do a project plan thing but its nothing too serious."
She kissed the end of his nose. "Off to work now like a
good little civil servant." The other girls all made a fuss
of Martin as he left, Charlotte promising him something
special for supper since they were celebrating Dee's
arrival. "But..." "And I'll wear my French Maid's outfit
just for you" smiled Julie. "Oh well." As Tamara took his
arm "You enjoy having us around the place flaunting our
bodies off to you, now admit it, and you must admit Dee has
nice legs when all's said and done."
Tamara met Martin straight from work on a Friday evening
and had Issac drive them over to Montreal for a romantic
weekend having previously arranged with Christine her
father's secretary that she could borrow her room as
Christine would share with Teddy as normal but book two
rooms to make it seem more innocent. Montreal is of course
renown for it wide range of lingerie and other high fashion
stores. They blew two months dress allowance in one
weekend. And as Tamara noted afterwards not one garment was
suitable to wear on public or in front of her parents.
Friday morning as soon as Martin had departed for work Dee
grabbed her cell phone and three trucks laden down with
everything required had arrived parked outside the house.
Dee supervised the removal of the roof, then the
installation of the new framework ready for the first
inspection by the end of the day. By Sunday night when
Tamara and Martin arrived home the job was complete. Martin
only noticed the following morning when he got up and looked
at the new door on the landing, but Tamara arrived wearing
one of the new night dresses she'd found in Montreal and
nothing more was said, other than at the office when he
arrived late for the first time in living memory.
The epilogue:
It's a little over four years later now, all of us have
graduated. Julie is working at the NRC, National Research
Council, studying loud speakers working with a company
called Paradigm and last I spoke to her she was sharing her
morning coffee with Jacob a young physicist on the team more
often than not. She has hopes. She has invited him to meet
Katie new child and Julie's new godson at the christening.
Martin got given the job of finding a location for a G7
conference, he talked to Julie and offered her $1,000,000 to
host the conference at Julie's airport, the local Indian
band was happy to offer enhanced security for another
$1,000,000. Martin's department thought they had a bargain
compared to what had been paid out at Seattle and Quebec
city so everyone was happy. So much so that she's been
asked to host some more conferences of one type or another.
Tamara, Tamara doesn't know what to do. She always intended
that Martin wouldn't be a relationship because he's so
different to what she had intended. Besides she doesn't
know what to say to her parents about him but after four
years she's used to him. I think she'll stay with him.
Martin, well he's not so depressed these days. He still has
an idea at the back of his mind he really ought to take
control of life but then Tamara looks at him and he thinks
maybe he'll just drift along with the tide for another day
or two. Christine, oh she's permanent now and listening to
the stock suggestions that float around when she attends
meetings with Teddy has a considerable nest egg. Especially
when she sold the high tech companies short when Teddy had
said he thought they were overvalued. She didn't think
she'd do the selling short bit again when she realised just
how much risk she had run.
Ashma, well she had a phone call the day after graduation
and left with Charlotte literately fifteen minutes later
with everything she had crammed in Issac's cab, and I mean
left. Daddy and two uncles turned up on the doorstep a few
minutes later and demanded to see her. They wouldn't accept
Julie's word that she wasn't there and barged in demanding
to see her so they could take her on a vacation. Tamara
used her cell and called the number that Ian had given her,
then the police. Within minutes a car had rolled up and
four heavily built gentlemen walked through the door. The
first looked at Tamara, "Tamara?" She nodded the three
gentlemen who were with him surrounded her protectively. He
turned back to Ashma's Dad. "Who invited you into the
house?" "I don't need an invitation. I have come for my
daughter." Another car rolled up outside and four more
heavies stepped out. They entered the door, "Hi Ralph need
any help?" "These three were just leaving." "Oh need a bit
of help do they. Come along dad you just rest your legs.
We'll carry you outside." Finally a police car rolled up
and after the policeman had talked to everyone, he suggested
that Martin might like to invite Ashma's dad into the house
to see for himself that Ashma had indeed left. Martin
agreed and shortly afterwards Ashma's family left talking
about the dishonour she had brought down on the family.
Later Ashma wrote to us from Calgary where she had changed
her name and was living in an apartment with Charlotte
apologising for her family and asking Julie if she could
arrange for the enclosed letter to her mother to be posted
from somewhere very remote, like her airport since if her
family thought she was there they might give up on her.
Needless to say they didn't. They drove up to Julie's
airport and demanded to see Ashma. When Julie was contacted
she suggested making them unwelcome and that's what
happened. The local native constable put his one and only
wheel clamp on their car for parking on private property in
a restricted zone. Then told them he'd mislaid the key.
They found it impossible to buy anything to eat or drink or
to find anywhere to sleep. Finally the constable took pity
on them and gave them a rucksack with three days water and a
little food inside. He suggested they might like to walk
down to the railway, as it was only 85 miles south but to be
careful and stick to the tramway since it was the hunting
season. Ten miles south, when it looked like they might
turn back, a couple of shots were fired over their heads.
Charlotte well she's happy to be where ever Ashma is and
finally Dee, well she's getting married to Malcolm in a
month's time, I'm to be bridesmaid, Martin has said since
the house feels so empty now they might as well stay in
Dee's bit over the garage for now.
Via Rail no longer has free tiny foam cups of coffee when
you travel second class. Mind you travel first and the
included meals are exceptionally good, especially the
chocolate that comes at the end of the meal. Marks and
Spencers have retreated from Canada and France and Issac and
some other drivers split up from Caddy cabs. They now work
under Executive Cabs and you'll find them in the Minto Hotel
cab rank.
Minou, well last time I saw her she was curled up asleep in
the sun having just finished a tin of salmon.