Chapter 9
"Laura you really are something else!" Jean laughed. "I can remember that day I came over here a few weeks ago... You were just another trapped, hassled little housewife and now-Cripes, there's just no holding you back. Swinging has really changed you-it sure didn't take long."
Laura blushed again, realizing she was getting a bit carried away. There was something in this woman's presence though, in the pressure of her hand...
"No it didn't," she confessed. "But then I guess it was always there."
"That's right," Jean smiled, gently squeezing her smooth thigh. "All you needed was a strange prick, a nice long one like Andre's to bring it out, eh?"
Laura shivered at the words, the squeezing hand-a strange, exciting fluttering was awakening in her breast...
"Catch a chill?" Jean teased, sensing the moment was near at last.
"No, it's just-ooh, you talk so-sexy," she blurted, suddenly feeling weak inside, finding herself on the verge of something dark and mysterious. "I-I get excited!"
Laura was breathing faster, her titties atremble as her face flushed. She squirmed in her tight wet panties as the hand continued its motion on her thighs.
"Do I really excite you, Laura," Jean asked, her voice heavy, sultry with unmistakable desire... "Y-yes," Laura replied in a whisper as she felt herself inwardly yielding. She looked up then to meet Laura's flashing eyes, her calm smile...
"Laura-you excite me too," the brunette breathed, slowly licking her full sensual lips as she boldly looked down at the luscious display of Laura's thighs, her pantied puss...
"Oh... " she said softly.