
Afternoon Delight

for Coni and for Gail

by Lotuseater


It was the occasion of Colin Wu's fortieth birthday, and it promised to be a 
really special event.

Vivienne Wu had spent weeks planning the surprise party to be held in 
Veronica's, Willow Lake's toniest restaurant.  All the town's elite would be 
there, eager to celebrate with the popular couple.

She decided to take time to relax.  Disrobing, she rummaged through the 
capacious closet adjoining her bedroom bath as warm water filled her 
claw-footed tub.

The cool air was delightfully refreshing against Vivienne's bareness.  The 
roseate tips of her breasts stiffened slightly in response to the sudden 
change in temperature.  It felt wonderful.

After a few moments' deliberation, she selected a lavender scented oil and 
poured a generous dollop into the swirling water.  She deeply inhaled the 
fumes, sighing with satisfaction.

Vivienne settled into her spacious bath with a contented sigh.  It was 
eleven o'clock in the morning; there would be more than six hours before the 
first guests arrived downtown.  She could luxuriate in concupiscent leisure, 
anticipating the festivities as eagerly as any guest.

Relaxing in the comfort of the spa, Vivienne's hands roamed over her fine 
body.  Not a little self-consciously, she was able to admire her own 
still-youthful figure.  The fullness of her breasts and the flatness of her 
belly, fully nineteen years after childbirth belied her passion for hard 
exercise at every opportunity, not the cosmetic enhancements favored by so 
many of her neighbors.

Vivienne let her head rest on the edge of the tub.  Eyes closed, she let her 
fingers idly toy with a nipple that begged for attention, and the warming 
cleft between her legs...

Rising to a half-kneeling position, she generously soaped herself and rubbed 
both cheeks of her bottom in rich fragrant lather.

She considered the festive nature of the anniversary (and her own 
now-aroused condition) and impulsively decided to secure the secrecy of that 
night's get-together with another special present for Colin, one guaranteed 
to take him off guard and put him at ease.   And  it would most certainly 
relax her into the bargain.

Vivienne got up quickly.  Rapidly drying herself, she padded barefoot to the 
kitchen.

Still nude, she made a picnic hamper of grapes, pate de foie gras, a
baguette, caviar, strawberries and a split of champagne.  Her eye fell on 
the drawer where the bags and foil resided.

Taking a carton, she made some quick passes over her torso.  The clear 
plastic flattened her breasts and matted down her thick black bush, already 
fluffy after drying in the air for a few minutes.  It clung tightly to her, 
accentuating her curves, flattering while concealing nothing.

Vivienne drew on a pair of silk stockings and her very sexiest shiny black 
Italian heels, trimmed with thin golden bands.  Preparations complete, she 
threw on her fur.  It covered her to mid-thigh, so her secret was safe so 
long as she stood up straight.  But the knowledge that she was naked to the 
world under her coat excited her, and her pussy tingled and moistened with 
each step she took.

Placing the basket into her convertible, she roared off to Colin's office 
for a little romantic luncheon.  A soft smile played over her lips, as her 
nipples burned for her husband's touch.  Dessert would most certainly be the 
high point of this particular little picnic.

Vivienne wondered if she should see her husband in the parking lot if she 
could contain herself, or if she'd pounce on him then and there.  She 
decided  to wait and see what developed.






Heather Fahey, Colin Wu's ebullient receptionist and Girl Friday of three 
years, was industriously organizing her electronic files and deleting unused 
files at her workstation.  Efficient and smart, the twenty-five year old 
dearly loved her work and adored her employer and his family.

The Wus had invited her to their home many times for dinner, and considered 
her one of the family.  More than once, Vivienne and Colin had arranged for 
the occasional eligible bachelor or two to be present during Heather's 
visits, but not one had ever left with her telephone number.

When pressed, she'd always dismiss the discussion with an airy wave of her 
hand and a light laugh that she'd await "the right one."

Heather did have her work and career to occupy her, for now.  Her spare time 
was spent at the gym, or reading, or at night school.  Sometimes her 
self-imposed dedication made demands on her body and mind, and it was 
increasingly difficult for her to sublimate the natural pressures of biology 
by again redoubling her relentless efforts at industrious 
self-improvement...

Still smiling to herself, Vivienne swept into the tastefully appointed foyer 
of her husband's offices.  The furnishings were elegantly simple, their 
quiet appearance providing an ambience of tranquil professionalism.  
Vivienne smiled warmly as she saw Heather.

Her emerald green eyes, framed by stylish chestnut brown bangs, twinkled and 
sparkled as always.  And her dress was typically impeccable, like Heather 
sensible, attractive and perfectly at ease.   Vivienne liked her pert 
attractiveness and always agreeable disposition.

Vivienne was always impressed by her consistent enthusiasm and bubbly 
personality.  That dazzling smile was infectious, and Heather's omnipresent 
laugh was never long in coming.

"Hi, Mrs. Wu!" Heather swivelled in her seat and cheerfully greeted 
Vivienne.  Colin's secretary's features lit up at the sight of her 
employer's wife, then abruptly clouded. "I hope everything's all right."

"Just fine, Heather.  I just thought I'd surprise Colin for lunch.  We're 
still on for tonight, right?"  Winking, Vivienne reached for the door to his 
office.

Heather smiled in relief, then again frowned.  She twisted a lock of hair in 
sudden agitation.

"Oh, but Mr. Wu had an old college friend drop by unexpectedly and he took 
him to the club.  I'm so sorry."

Now it was Vivienne's turn to look crestfallen.

All the way to his office, she'd been looking forward to making passionate 
love to Colin (on his desk!), and it looked as if her plans would be 
frustrated until late that night, possibly early the next morning.

Momentarily distracted by her disappointment and horniness, Vivienne 
absent-mindedly set down the hamper on the coffee table and sagged into the 
brown leather sofa.

She was reminded of her state of undress when she followed Heather's frank 
stare at her unclothed bottom.

Reddening to the roots of her hair, she hurriedly rose to leave.

Heather, meanwhile, had suddenly come to appreciate Vivienne's beauty in a 
new way, and was mutely dry-mouthed.

"Well, I've taken up enough of your time, Heather..." Vivienne stammered.

Heather continued to gaze fixedly at Vivienne's sex, as though she could see 
through the glossy black coat.  She swallowed with an effort.

"Um, Mrs. Wu?" Heather licked her lips, unsure of what to say or do but 
conscious of a sort of trickling warmth emanating from between her legs, 
even as her nipples began to harden.

"What is it, Heather?" asked the flustered Vivienne, nervously mindful of 
the focus of Heather's interest.

"Er, I...that is, mmm...I...seem to be...free for lunch...myself..."

She raised her vision to shyly look into Vivienne's own brown eyes.

Vivienne stood stock still for a moment, lips half-parted with shock.  Her 
ivory teeth pensively closed on the edge of her lips.  She took careful 
assessment of Heather.

Both women were now freely blushing from combined arousal and nervousness.  
Vivienne felt the condensation from her saran-shrouded body tickling her, 
making her even more attentive to Heather's sudden interest.  The familiar 
tingling within her thighs was building and the air was pregnant with 
electricity.

"I wouldn't like to impose on you Heather..."

"It's no bother all, Mrs. Wu!" Heather put in.A smile crooked Vivienne's 
cheek.

"If you're sure?"

"Very!" Heather assured her.

"All right, then."  Vivienne thought for a moment.  "Be a dear and take my 
coat?" she asked coquettishly.

Heather came around the receptionist's station and, from behind Vivienne, 
placed her hands on the lapels of the fur.  She involuntarily gasped when 
the coat slid off Vivienne's bare shoulders, and took a sharp breath when 
she saw how her boss's wife was attired.

"Love your outfit, Mrs. Wu!" Heather enthused.

"This old thing?"  Vivienne blushed as much with pleasure from Heather's 
brazen look as her lfirting.  Heather's sincere manner, even with more than 
a hint of irony, put her at complete ease.

Heather took the coat and thoughtlessly tossed it aside like a sack of 
trash, never taking her eyes from Vivienne's revealed form.  Neither woman 
took notice of the abandoned fur.

"It suits you.  Very...flattering."

Vivienne ran her hands along her body, down her flanks.

"Really?"

Heather blinked, nodded.

Vivienne drew closer to Heather.  Face to face, lips almost touching, she 
lowered her voice to a smoldering whisper.

"Maybe you'd like to try it on.  For size."

She began to unbutton Heather's blouse as she bent to those pliant lips.

"Mmm.  Then maybe I'd better get out of these things..."

Moaning softly, they embraced as they exchanged a deep, burning kiss.  
Tongues danced, first probing then caressing.

Their mouths fused together as both pairs of hands freed Heather from her 
clothing.

Lips still clinging to each other, hungrily sucking on one another's pulsing 
tongues, they stripped the plastic from Vivienne.

Vivienne caught a brief glimpse of a lacy push-up brassiere and a very sexy 
matching white thong from the corner of her half-closd eyes.  Then both 
women were gloriously naked, hands exploring as tongues continued to flirt 
and tease.

She revelled in the sensation of soft skin and hard nipples, of silken hair 
and furry muff.

The heavy perfume of aroused woman-scent hung in the air, like the inviting 
aroma of the rarest viands of a gourmet feast.

An alabaster shoulder invited a caress, then the sexy cheek of Heather's 
bottom attracted Vivienne's palm.  Her head was filled with Heather's scent 
and she gently nuzzled the girl's collarbone with her nose.

Her hands were drawn everywhere at once, in a thousand directions.  Vivienne 
was in an ecstasy of indecision, as to where next to pay homage to the 
girl's marvels.  Her fingers combed slowly through silky brown hair, 
delighting in the smoothness of hair so similir to, yet so subtly unlike her 
own black locks.

"Mmmm..." Vivienne broke the kiss slowly, eyes rolled in licentious abandon. 
  Inspiration struck her.

"Heather, be a darling and please get my coat."

"You- you're not thinking of leaving before we've eaten?" Heather panted.

Saying nothing, Vivienne merely replied with another searing kiss.

Heather looked about, wild-eyed and ruddy-faced.

Mouth hungrily agape, she spotted the abandoned fur and crawled over to it, 
as that seemed to her lust-addled brain the quickest way to return to 
Vivienne's addictive kisses.  All but drooling, she scooped up the coat and, 
still on her knees, presented it to Vivienne.

"Thank you, dear."  Vivienne brushed Heather's cheek with her lips and was 
rewarded with the sight of fresh gooseflesh adoring her arms, a sure sign of 
her mounting excitement.

Vivienne spread the rich fur, lining side down, on the thickly piled carpet. 
  She guided the obedient secretary to the soft black wilderness of lush 
coat and was pleased to see her newfound lover squirm with pleasure at the 
sensation.

"Ooh...Mrs. Wu..."  Heather almost fainted with delight.

They returned to the easy pace of their unhurried lovemaking.
Resuming their passionate oral explorations, their fingers roved as of their 
own volition.

Vivienne felt Heather squirm and thrust her hips, her feverish body 
twitching and spasming with each touch.  She was as gratified at the girl's 
responsiveness as with her own unexpected prowess as a lover.

She bent her head to devote more attention to Heather's magnificent breasts. 
  Vivienne unpinned her shoulder-length hair and let it fall down along her 
face.  She used her head like a broom, letting the hair trail across those 
flawless tits.

Vivienne's middle finger slipped easily into Heather's steaming hot slit and 
she felt her writhe beneath her head.

The tickling sensation from Vivienne's tresses was driving Heather wild.  
She felt more alive than she'd ever imagined possible and she wanted more of 
Vivienne's sensational lovemaking.  Bent over backwards at the knees, she 
felt her own body respond to the wonderful stimulation and it drove her 
wild.

When Vivienne slipped her slick finger from her, she shuddered.  Then she 
shook all over as those still-slippery fingers deliberately took her left 
nipple between them and rolled it until she thought she'd go out of her 
mind.  Vivienne's hot mouth at her right breast was all the additional 
attention she needed to bring her off.

Vivienne's other hand clutched at Heather's bottom as she felt her cheeks 
clench and rise with her spectacular orgasm.

The waves of pleasure washed over her helpless form and Heather dropped flat 
on her back, exhausted.

The sight of the recumbent secretary, hair all askew and one arm thrown up 
on the floor above her head was an erotic symphony to Vivienne's 
appreciative eye, and she drank the sexy vision in with great satisfaction.

Heather slowly sat up.

Vivienne admired how her abdominal muscles visibly bulged and contracted as 
her upper body effortlessly  lifted from the fur.

"Something I've always wanted to try..." Heather whispered.

She shifted the willing Vivienne onto her back.  Now it was Vivienne's turn 
to enjoy the heat of the naked fur on herback,  tickling and stimulating her 
even as Heather felt her all over.

Her head fell back onto the coat, and she watched Heather part her legs.  
Soft hands stroked her thighs, then her calves.

Fascinated, Vivienne stared as Heather lavished attention on her perfect 
legs, then her dainty feet.  Then she began to moan involuntarily as she 
watched Heather take her left foot in both hands and guide those toes into 
her hot mouth.

The feeling was indescribably overwhelming.  The moist heat from Heather's 
tongue, the sensuous suckling and the low deep groans coming from deep in 
the girl's chest...Vivienne sighed deeply.

She cried out as Heather traced one hand blindly along her leg, seemingly 
languidly but deliberately to the source of those aphrodisiac musks 
perfuming the office with the unmistakeable scent of sex.

Heather licked and sucked in earnest now, as her fingers dipped and thrust 
and diddled and tweaked.  She found Vivienne's erect clitoris and pinched 
it, as she took the big toe into her mouth and drew powerfully on it.

"Unh!" Vivienne grunted aloud as her quivering pussy spewed hot cum all over 
Heather's hand.  Her body twitched spastically and she threw back her head 
as her back arced of its own accord, thighs clamped against Heather's still 
busy finger...

Her disbelieving eyes clung to Heather as she saw the girl bring her hand to 
her mouth to savor the rewards of her labors.  The whites of Heather's eyes 
showed under fluttering lids as she licked the fragrant cream from her 
fingers.

"Well, shall we see what else we have to...eat?"

END
