Chapter 3
Connie sucked in a deep breath when she drove up to the front of the Appleton estate and parked in a parking area near the side of the mansion. She was properly awed. The place was fabulous. It had been an old-type mansion with scads of rooms that had been so popular many years ago. It still had the old-fashioned cornice work, freshly painted and rejuvenated. There was a long, wide veranda, partially covered and beautifully furnished with wrought iron items.
The main structure was a huge, rambling two-story affair of brick and frame construction. The modern touches had been added here and there, but in general, the refurbishing had managed to keep alive the illusion of the ancient beauty and decor of the place.
In the background, she had noticed a few out buildings, a tennis court, a swimming pool and other signs of modem living. There was an orchard in the rear of the estate and the amount of shrubbery and bushes was almost unbelievable. The entire front of the huge estate was covered with carpet grass, neatly trimmed.
All in all it was a dazzling sight, reflecting great wealth, luxury living and the utmost in homes beautiful. Even the warming sun added to the luster of the moment. Vickie was much impressed when she hopped from her car, gathered her overnight bag and headed toward the front porch.
She had her feet on the bottom steps when the front door opened and a man and a woman came out, their faces wreathed in smiles of welcome.
Vickie quickly sized up the owners of the mansion. Peter Appleton appeared to be about forty-two. He was about five feet ten, and inclined to be a chubby two hundred and ten pounds. He had thin, greyish hair and beady grey eyes that peered at her from be-hind thick glasses. He was dressed in Bermuda shorts and a short-sleeved sports shirt. He wore a pleasant grin on his chubby face.
Agnes, his wife, was a thin lady of about forty. She was about five feet six and weighed roughly one hundred and fifteen pounds. She had a thin face, a slightly pointed nose, blue eyes, and her mop of hair was dyed blonde. Agnes definitely wouldn't win any beauty contests. She, too, wore a pleasant smile as she moved forward, and said, "Vickie Adams?"
Vickie nodded and shook hands with the gracious host and hostess. She was favorably impressed by the couple. Their smiles of welcome were genuine and the tone of their voices was pleasant. The misgivings she'd had about this assignment quickly dissipated. They seemed like a nice couple. She followed them into the sumptuous mansion. Her initial impression of the place increased with every step she took and everywhere she looked.
They gave her a quick Cook's Tour of the place. Some of the rooms were furnished in modern decor. Others in old-fashioned decor. All in all the entire place reeked of wealth and good living. Vickie reasoned the Appletons probably had spent a fortune redoing this estate. No wonder the guy wanted to write a book about it.
Arriving back in the immense living room, Agnes gathered Vickie's hands in hers and squeezed intimately. "You like our place, Vickie?"
"It's fabulous. Like wow!" Vickie enthused.
"I'm glad you like it, dear. You'll be our guest for the weekend. Lance explained your assignment?"
"Something about me posing for pictures? Around the estate?"
"That's it, dear. Peter is writing this book, and he figures with a pretty young girl posing, it will add to the book. Not," she added quickly, "that he expects to make any money from it. He's only getting a few hundred copies printed, mostly for friends and relatives. This is Peter's project. Isn't it, dear?" She turned a fleeting smile to her husband who'd been busying himself pouring a round of drinks at the built-in bar in the far corner of the large room.
"Sure, hon." Peter handed around the drinks. He chuckled. "And with a pretty model like Vickie, who knows, maybe the book will become a best seller." He stood before Vickie and eyed her boldly from stem to stern and back again. His pale grey eyes, behind the thick glasses registered complete approval. "Isn't she lovely, hon?"
Agnes, who'd been giving Vickie a good looking over, too, nodded. "She sure is. How old are you, dear?"
"Just past nineteen." Vickie slowly downed her drink. She felt a bit uncomfortable under the appraising glances of the two older people. "I guess you'll have to tell me exactly what you want me to do. I mean about where you want me to pose. What to wear. I brought along a few changes." She indicated her overnight bag.
Agnes smiled. "There's no real rush, dear, you'll be here until tomorrow. But I guess Peter is anxious to get started and the sun's just right for outdoor pictures. Come, dear, I'll show you to your room." She picked up Vickie's bag, and turned to Peter. "You want to shoot some scenes at the pool first?"
"Yeah, hon." He turned to Vickie. "You have swim clothes?"
"I sure do." Vickie smiled. She had bought two brand new bikinis at Bilks the day before. She followed Agnes up the stairs to the second floor. Peter began fumbling with his camera gear, getting it ready.
Vickie sucked in a big breath when Agnes ushered her into a huge bedroom. She had gotten a fleeting glimpse of this room on the tour. Now she ogled it as a guest. It was tastefully done in a pinkish hue, with a huge vanity, a bureau, paintings on the walls, and an attached bathroom.
Like the rest of the mansion, the room was pleasantly air-conditioned. It contained a queen-sized bed and several full-length mirrors. Beating down her feeling of awe, Vickie turned to her hostess. "It's beautiful, Agnes."
"So are you, m'dear." Agnes smiled enigmatically and placed Vickie's bag on the bed. "Hmm. Let's see. You mentioned you had swim things?"
Vickie opened her bag and dipped in. She drew forth the tiny garments. A brief, yellow-colored bikini set. She also drew out the other set she'd bought. A matching set, except it was pink in color. "Which one shall I wear?"
"Try 'em both on, dear." Agnes' voice grew husky. Her pale blue eyes sparkled.
Vickie hesitated. She expected Agnes to leave the room while she changed. The older woman gave no indication of leaving. Flushing slightly, Vickie began disrobing.
Agnes, clad in shorts and white blouse, stepped over to help. She unhooked Vickie's blouse, and helped shove it from Vickie's creamy white shoulders. Next, Agnes unhooked Vickie's bra and helped slide it from Vickie's luscious mounds. Enroute to assisting Vickie, the older lady let her hands rest for several seconds around and about Vickie's adorable melons.
Vickie gulped. Was this feeling of her goodies by Agnes intentional, or just accidental? She noticed the way Agnes' face was flushed, and the odd look in her eyes. The feeling of dismay building up in Vickie in-creased when she felt Agnes gently squeezing her titties.
The feeling increased when Agnes continued strip-ping the adorable teenager. When she had Vickie completely bare, Agnes stepped back, sat on the bed and admired the view. She told Vickie, "Turn around, dear. Let me see you."
Flushing hotly, Vickie pirouetted before the older girl. She felt uneasy, whirling around naked before this stranger. She didn't like the gleam in Agnes' eyes; the look of lust and passion building up. She tried to appear nonchalant as befitted a model from the Henderson Agency. She maintained a business-like smile and tried to be casual.
"You are so lovely, dear." Agnes' voice was strangely hoarse and husky. Her eyes were alight with deep pools of lust. She smiled. "Peter'll flip when he sees you."
"Like this?" Vickie motioned toward her lush nudeness.
"Of course not, silly." Agnes chuckled. "With your bikini on. Here, let's see how the pink one looks." She held the bikini bottom and dipped down on the bed toward Vickie's feet. "Lift your feet, dear," she ordered, her voice soft and husky.
"Yes, ma'am." Vickie raised one foot, then the other. She watched in surprise while the older lady slid the bikini bottom up her legs. She noticed how Agnes leaned far down while doing it; how Agnes managed to get her face within smelling distance of her pussy while easing the tiny garment on.
Agnes paused enroute and spread Vickie's legs wider. Her face was within inches of Vickie's adorable twat. She could get a good whiff of Vickie's small smelly pussy. Agnes sighed, took a good whiff and managed to let her nose rub against Vickie's tiny, hairy pussy before she slid the garment up to hide the wondrous view.
Next, Agnes assisted Vickie in sliding into her bikini bra. This time Agnes was far more bold in getting her feels of Vickie's goodies. She openly fondled Vickie's lush- melons, tweaked the nipples and massaged the creamy pinkish-white mounds while supposedly helping Vickie into her bra. Agnes' eyes were smouldering pools of passion while she enjoyed the task of dressing the teenager in her swim garments.
At last she reluctantly sat back on the bed and motioned for Vickie to strut around the room. "You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen, Vickie. Lance wasn't kidding when he bragged about you. He mentioned that you were his prettiest model," she added, her eyes alight with pleasure at the sight of the lovely girl in the brief bikini.
Vickie flushed prettily. She wasn't used to compliments from other girls. "Thank you, ma'am."
"Please stop calling me ma'am!" chided Agnes. "It makes me feel like an old woman. Just call me Agnes."
"Yes, m'mmm ... mmm, I mean yes, Agnes." She smiled. "This suit okay for the picture taking?"
Agnes weighed the idea of getting Vickie to strip again to try on the other garment. Then, with a deep sigh, she nodded. "It'll do. Maybe later, we'll get some shots of you in the yellow set." She hopped from the
bed. "Come, dear, we'll show you off to Peter. I want to see the expression on his face when he sees you." Agnes chuckled.
Agnes hadn't been kidding when she'd said Peter would flip at the sight of Vickie in her bikini.
Peter's eyes bugged wide in appreciation when Vickie burst into his view in all her lush glory. Peter's mind boggled at the sight of the lovely teenager, stuffed so enticingly into the tiny bikini. His beady eyes brightened behind the thick glasses and he ogled her in open-mouthed admiration.
"My God!" he gasped, his voice filled with awe, "you're beautiful, Vickie!"
Vickie nodded, pleased at the reaction. Her glance strayed down to his Bermuda shorts. She could see that Peter just wasn't making with the lip talk. She could see by the sudden bulge in the front of his garment that the chubby guy had gotten a hard-on at the sight of her in her brief garments. This pleased her.
"I'm ready," she announced.
Peter's hard-on grew more pronounced. "So am I!" he vowed, then realizing they were on different subjects, he continued, "For some picture taking, you mean?" He grinned, took her by the arm and led her outdoors, through a sliding glass door leading to the patio at the rear of the house.
He herded her toward the pool. He posed her in several positions; on the diving board, in beach chairs, coming out of the pool on the ladder.
Peter took several shots of Vickie by herself, with Agnes and turned the camera over to Agnes so she could take shots of him and Vickie at poolside. Smiling together. Tossing beach balls and just posing with his arm wrapped around her lovely physique.
After doing the poolside bit, they paused for lunch. Peter explained they had let the servants off for the weekend to assure complete privacy for this picture-taking session. Agnes prepared the snack.
Then it was back to picture taking. With an assist from Agnes, Vickie changed into shorts and halter. They moved into the orchard. They took plenty of pictures of Vickie climbing peach trees, reaching for the fruit from other trees and smilingly handing down apples, pears and peaches.
Peter was quite proud of his orchard. Being a wealthy man and semiretired, he devoted a considerable amount of time to the upkeep of his estate. Restoring the plantation to its former greatness was his hobby. He devoted a considerable amount of money and time to the effort. Now, he was going to get it all down in writing and with pictures. He had most of the text already written. The photos would culminate his project. He promised to send Vickie a few copies of the finished book which was costing him plenty through a vanity type publisher.
For the balance of the afternoon, while the sun was still in good shape, the picture-taking session went on. Pictures of Vickie horseback riding, with horses from the stable. Pictures of Vickie on the tennis court. Pictures of Vickie in crinoline dresses furnished by Agnes. The old plantation motif. Pictures of Vickie sipping mint julips with her host and hostess. The camera was designed with a timer to allow this type of picture taking.