Chapter 14
The hot sweltering summer sounds of the noonday traffic filtered up through the open window from the streets below. Helen Lasiter sat propped up on her bed, a cigarette clenched between her fingers, staring mesmorised at the white silk drapes rippling in the wind, listening with one ear to the shower water pouring through the open bathroom door.
Her face was expressionless, reflecting the physical peace that follows orgasm. Though her apartment was the pinnacle of posh luxury providing every conceivable comfort to soothe and pamper the mind and body, including quadrosonic sound and electrostatically purified air, she had chosen to open the windows and turn off the air conditioning.
Tiny misty droplets of perspiration blanketed her bronzed body. Her nostrils thrilled to the exotic scent of her own body odor. There was something exciting and provocative about the raw natural sense of her own physical being. Quite different from her customary cosmetic camouflaged veneer.
Her blond straight hair, normally tidy and well groomed lay, naturally unraveled down her back and across her shoulders. For the first time in a long time, too long, as she now realized, she felt like a woman. Accepted not for her wealth but for herself and the, pleasures she could offer to someone on a one-for-one basis.
Unconsciously her mind retraveled the road of time catching periodically on well trodden memories that hurt too deeply to be lingered on for too long. She slid her long slender fingers along her smooth body, riding atop the thin layer of moisture. She closed her eyes, her head slid back resting against the top horizontal bar of her brass headboard. Along in the brightly lit darkness of her mind's eye, she drenched herself in the lust of her own body.
Her finger nails skidded under and then across her breast. She sighed deeply, drawing in a deep gulp of air. Her mouth parted slightly. Her narrow tongue pushed through, sliding back and forth, moistening her parched dry full lips. She wedged her nipple between the arched finger nails of her thumb and first finger, fondling and squeezing it slightly. Her emotions guided her fingers like a computer. The pink sensitive flesh responded, wrinkling and erecting outward like a stallion's penis.
The shower water stopped. She heard the door open and close. Her heart skipped a beat. A stinging staccato chill raced down her long slender body. She rolled her head to the left and opened her eyes. Frustrating seconds passed. The cold sounds of wet, bare feet on the marble bathroom floor caught her ear.
For a brief flash of time, she caught Cindy's reflection in the mirror reaching for a towel. Helen wanted desperately to call out, she desired and craved for Cindy's touch, but the words were frozen in her throat.
"Be right out," Cindy called out from behind the hidden wall, anticipating her unspoken words. "Just toweling dry my hair. If I don't, humidity will ruin it."
Helen butted her cigarette and waited, but she didn't have to wait long. Cindy marched through the door toward the window, toweling her long strands of wringing wet hair.
After getting out of the shower, her only concern had been her hair. Standing naked in the filtered sunlight, chopped up by the drapes, a small pool of water collected at her feet. She splashed her toes like a child finding a puddle on the side-walk after a summer rain.
Helen's pupils dilated as she visually explored Cindy's fin n, round flesh. Her eyes cupped Cindy's full up-lifted breasts and sucked lightly on those two enlarged nipples that had just, minutes before, engulfed her mouth. There was some-thing very exciting about Cindy's body that started Helen's cunt to swell and flow heavy with her syrupy juices. No man had ever awakened her lust so deeply. No man would. Cindy's firm round cheeks glistened in the sun. Helen watched water droplets trickle down her two long shapely turned legs topped with a candy cotton mound of thick red cunt hair protecting Cindy's delicate narrow ridges of pulsating flesh.
Helen found the words pouring out as if they were coming from a stranger. "Cindy."
"Mmmmmmmr
"Let me dry you off, OK!"
Cindy smiled and nodded her head, as Helen followed her across the room. Helen stopped inches away. Cindy heard her breathing, smelled her warm flesh, anticipating her touch. Each second heightened her anxiety.
Helen's soft cushion of hair pressed softly into-her cheeks. Helen's arms engulfed her around the waist. Cindy's nipples contracted. She closed her eyes. Now it was her turn. She was willing. Helen pressed her legs against Cindy's, her small girlish breasts thrusting into her back. She bit deeply into the nape of Cindy's neck inflicting not pain, but excruciating pleasure. Cindy's head shot back. Her own hands reached back grabbing two hand-fulls of Helens soft white cheeks, pulling her closer.
Helen's fingers arched. Slowly, calculatingly, she slid the nails up the inside of Cindy's lean thighs, inching ever so closely toward her treasure chest of hair.
Cindy felt Helen's patch of hair riding up and down the crack in her buttocks. It excited her in a strange way. The hair was gentle but coarse. They tickled and pricked her taut responding skin.
Their movements became one. Each anticipating the desires of the other. Behaving silently to the other unspoken wish. Helen stood four inches taller than Cindy. Cindy was long waisted while Helen made up for it in her longer proportioned legs. Cindy's shower water flowed into Helen's perspiration. The room was hot! They were HOT!
"Forget about drying me."
"I have. I've gone beyond that ... way beyond-"
"How far?"
"Till when we'll be again together. Make it soon, Please."
"When ever you want. Call and we'll arrange a time. Call and-". Helen's finger fondled Cindy's cunt hair. Cindy licked her lips and sighed deeply. "-and we'll play together," she added sliding her own hand around Helen's hips to her hairy box. Cindy's hair was cut short like a show girl and shaved, giving a clear distinct border. Helen's was full and bushy, reaching out in all directions engulfing her soft rounded triangle where her legs joined.
Cindy twirled her fingers around, making rows of curls. Helen was not so fortunate to have enough hair to be artistic. Instead, she ran her index finger to the top of Cindy's lips and entered, becoming engulfed in Cindy's swelling lips, surrounding her penis-like flesh like an octopus.
The day was young. Her body craved from starvation. And like a deprived infant she wouldn't stop until she'd had enough. Forty-two years without satisfaction had made' Helen a sexual glutton. She would never know when she had had enough! Nor did she care.