Chapter 6
Her room was neatly furnished, with a comfy looking bed, a matching maplewood dresser, a large oval mirror, several Swedish modern sitting chairs and an honest-to-goodness home made braided rug. The bathroom was little more than an overly large shower stall, but she could not have been happier.
She opened her suitcase, peered inside. A few dresses, tossed in helter skelter, becoming wrinkled. A sea green slip, several panties, a beret type hat, hankies, her cosmetic kit. Except for her comfortable patent leather shoes, she had no others. The suitcase had her bobby sox-a bitter irony, reminding her that she was still a child.
Angrily, she took them out, was about to shred them to pieces, when she remembered with a sudden surge of practical wisdom borne of conflict, that she had nothing else. She decided to use them, bitterly, until she had enough money for genuine silk stockings!
Where would she get the money? She had no training or experience in anything-maybe a job in a restaurant At least she would be assured meals and tips, as well as a salary. That was something! She would not worry about that right now. There was plenty of time to think of the future when tomorrow came.
Right now, she was going to indulge in a nice cool shower, then stretch out on the soft bed and go to sleep-stark naked! It sent a thrill up her spine at the thought of rolling nakedly between the sheets, the feel of soft cloth against her thighs, caressing her breasts, teasing her hips. At home-laughingly, it was called a home-she could never sleep that way.
Her mother forbade it since her step-father frequently woke her up and May Kramer was in the habit of kicking off the blanket when she slept!
Now she was going to do what she wanted to do and nobody would stop her! She would even paint her face up so she would look like those film glamour queens.
The only sore spot was in being deprived of her mother. While they had never been exceptionally close, it was the only family she had. "Wake up," May told herself. "The truth is that you're on your own now-make the best of it and stop living in the past. It's too ugly. The future is bright and fresh and young."
Standing before the oval mirror atop the maplewood dresser, she fidgeted behind the small of her back, found the zipper of her silk print dress, and drew it down. Her breasts joggled against the loose silk bodice and her tips were seared by pangs of desire.
It felt good when Jeanie kissed them ... took my nipple in her mouth, licked it until I screamed from joy. I loved kissing her, too, loving her breasts, stroking her thighs, kissing her beautiful body.
May shivered slightly as she took her shoulders, let the sleeveless dress slip down. Her flesh was creamy soft and white as May stared at her own reflection. As the silk print dress kissed her upper breasts while sliding down, she experienced a few intimate tremors. The dress slipped lower and in a moment, her twin mounds were bare.
The dress went lower, coming to a pause around her ample hips. May opened her palms, started to massage her breasts, gripping the nipples between a thumb and forefinger of each hand. She squeezed ... squeezed very hard until a spasm of pain erupted. Closing her eyes, she imagined it was a woman biting on them, while her hands were doing all sorts of things to her.
Her breasts rose high on her broad rib cage. Taking a deep breath, she shook from side to side, enjoying the way her twin melons were riding back and forth in a dizzying blur like two pillows in the warm breeze.
She let the dress go down lower, over her fullsome hips, then it fell down around her feet. She kicked off her patent leather shoes, squirmed out of those ridiculous bobby sox, then stepped out of the puddle.
Her palms ran up and down the sleek slopes of her panty covered buttocks. Her panties were spider web lace, jet black, yet so sheer, they looked like shadows across her hips. She parted her milky white thighs, inserted her hands and stroked herself in faster rhythm.
Shiver after shiver tore into her loins. She reared her shoulders, nearly fell backward with this self-induced exhilaration. It was like a shower of stars erupting all around her. She loved the feel of her hands upon herself!
There was a knock on the adjoining door. May paused. She looked wildly around for some covering. Except for her midnight black but transparent panties, cut low around her hips, with her dimpled buttocks a shadowy tease, she was naked. "Just ... just a minute, please."
She hurried into the closet like bathroom; with a surge of relief, she discovered a huge turquoise bath towel. It wrapped securely around and covered her from her armpits down to her lower thighs. Her breasts lolled around. The rough tufts of the bath towel bruised her nipples, sending a coursing wave of desire sweeping in her bloodstream.
No sooner had she stepped back into her own room, than the door opened. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I really shouldn't intrude." It was Louise Anders, wearing a white slip-and nothing else! For just a moment, as she stood in the doorway, the light from both rooms acted like an illuminating X-ray, showing the shadowy movements of her legs, the concave belly and the triangular indentation beneath.
"That's all right," stammered May, feeling abashed at the sight of Louise Anders in the dazzling white slip. "I ... was just going to take a shower."
"I just wanted to talk to you ... shall I come back later?" Her feet were bare. The sleek silk stockings made her well shaped legs flash in the soft light.
May caught a glimpse of Louise's husband in the other room. He was still bare-chested, his bronzed pectorals looking strong and masculine. A white towel was around his slim hips. He looked virile. It frightened May. "N-no ... why not sit down while I shower? I'll only be a minute." She brushed away a stray wisp of hair, aware that her breasts were shaking.
Louise Anders closed the door. "I hope you don't mind."
She was polite. And so well-groomed, too. Her soft blonde hair was now down around her shoulders, falling like a golden shower, her posture was straight and proud. Her breasts were extremely round, like world globes; her areolars were pressed tight against the soft bodice of her white silk slip. The wine colored areolars were already growing stiff and urgent.
"Be right back," gasped May Kramer, knowing that she was becoming stimulated at the sight of this milky white golden goddess. It would do no good, she kept telling herself, even as she squirmed into the tight shower stall, after having shut the bathroom door poiltely. I'll just get all excited and nothing will come out of it.
The sting of the needle spray shower brought her back to the present. She loved the velvet smooth water as it coursed between her breasts, trickled down around her hillock of a dimpled belly, then teased her lower down, invaded the thatch covered passageway of Satana, and moistened her buttocks from behind.
Fortunately, the motel provided fragrant white soap; she so detested the utiliarian soap used in the farms. It washed away dirt and grime but made one feel like a piece of laundry when it was over. May's first glimpse of the outer world was through a scented soaping in a tiny stall like shower in a motel paid for by a couple she had met only earlier today.
It was weird.
She manipulated the faucets until a chilly cool spray washed away the soap, giving her a delicate sensitivity and heady glow. Then she turned off the faucets, careful not to let any drips come forth. It was still a part of her austere upbringing on the farm. Well, she would have to learn to live and love and forget about expenses!
Nakedly, she stepped on the tile floor, towelled herself vigorously with the turquoise rough turkish bath towel. She felt as if a pair of soft hands were fondling her as the towel went through her thighs over the gentle slopes of her back, then around her tummy.
Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and then towelled her breasts, pinching the nipples until shooting sparks of fire tore through her whole upper body. Swaying in this self-love, she smiled and breathed deeper and deeper, enjoying the scent of the French milled soap.
Now she was ready to leave. Wrapping the towel around herself to act as a wrap-around from armpits to her knees, she went out into the room.
"Whew!" she almost stumbled as everything came into focus. There was a flash of white thigh as the towel parted. She felt a soft breeze steal beneath the towel and cup her hips in a kissing intimacy. "It's quite a difference to come out from a steamy shower room into a bedroom."
"Yes; atmospheric pressures or other. Besides, we're up north, near San Francisco and near the Pacific. That has something to do with it, also." Louise Anders was sitting on the edge of the bed, her dimpled knees crossed over one another. Her sheer silk stockings made her legs look smooth, glossy, and as soft as white velvet! The strap of her white silk slip had fallen down and a heavy rounded breast was firm on her upper chest. The red saucer of an areolar was taut against the simple white bodice, being outlined so that the rocky ridges were boldly visible.
May Kramer felt her heart pounding. There was a throbbing at the base of her temples. All the while she kept remembering that just at the other side of the door was Mike Anders. Then May made another instant discovery: the draperies of the motel room had been drawn shut. It was intimate and cozy-just the two of them.
"I ... I want to thank you for everything, Louise." For want of something to say, May started off this way. She sat down on a chair facing the bed. For some reason, she was too timid to sit beside her benefactor. "You know, I was in a desperate way when you found me on the road."
Louise smiled. Her mouth was inviting. Her lips were slim and poised. "It was my pleasure. Of course, it's none of my business, but are you running away from someone?"
"I-I had a little trouble."
She arched her pencil thin eyebrows. Her grey eyes looked coolly at the girl in the turquoise bath towel, moistly scented and soft. "You mean...?"
"Oh, no," she sputtered. "Not that kind of trouble, Louise. I come from a small town and when a girl necks with a boy, it's as bad as if she became pregnant. Anyway, some years ago my father died so my mother remarried. My stepfather was very mean to me. It reached the point where I just couldn't stand it any longer. I'm of age now, so I just packed and left. The hardest part was leaving my mother." She glanced down at her own tawny legs. "My stepfather was so mean, he wouldn't even let me wear silk stockings."
Louise Anders ran a hand through her soft silky hair. "You've got such lovely legs, May. It's a shame that they can't be improved with silk hosiery. You know, men look at a girl's legs before going up higher?"
May felt warm and relaxed. It was nice to talk to Louise. "Men are selfish. Out for their own pleasures. I wouldn't let one touch me."
"Men are not as bad as all that," Louise said carefully. "You have to put them in their place, make them humbled and submissive." She reached out and ran her palm up and down her sleek leg. "Would you like to put on a pair of silk stockings? I think these should fit you, if you don't mind wearing mine. I have scads of hosiery but they're packed away in the trunk."
"I-I just couldn't-" Her heart pounded as she watched Louise lift up one shapely leg, extend it in front of her.
Louise pushed her white silk slip up higher, over her thighs, until it was apparent that she wore a pair of white silk panties, smooth and flesh tight. The elastic band was tight and high, almost at Louise's crotch. "No harm in it." She beckoned with a crocked finger. "Want to feel how smooth it is? Just run your hand up and down my leg. Go ahead, don't by shy."
Dizzily, May Kramer got up. For a moment, she forgot that her turquoise bath towel was held with her hand. Suddenly, it parted and in that instant, her ivory smooth body, flecked with touches of pink, was brought into full view.
Louise Anders sucked in her breath as she saw the sharp pointed breasts, the dancing shadows playing with the strawberry tips, then the soft navel and just beyond the tiny bulge of the lower tummy, the shaded garden of Venus with the treacherous trail. "You ... you are lovely, my child." Louise was breathing heavily. Moisture bathed her pretty face in a sensuous glow.
Quickly, May covered herself and this time she knotted the towel so that it held tight above her protruding breasts. What was the matter with her? Here she was, alone and naked, with a girl in a silky white slip, just about as naked as she was-but the girl's husband was in the next room This was unreal! Suppose he barged in and caught them!
If he would flog the two of them, they would deserve this punishment.
Louise's leg was again extended. "Crouch down and hold my foot in your lap," she ordered.
Woodenly, May obeyed, aware that as she squatted, her own bare foot dug into the soft recesses of her upper hips. It was an intimate feeling. Louise's leg was glossy smooth. May ran her hands up and down, all the way from her upper thighs down to the toe. All the while, Louise writhed and squirmed on the bed; her face was flushed and she emitted strange little gasping sounds.
"Do ... you like my legs, May?"
"Y-yes," she gasped, reeling from the electrifying effect of fondling another woman's silken clad leg.
"I suppose you love silks-my husband does, too. It's exciting."
"Y-yes," she repeated stupidly. May kept staring at Louise Anders' heaving breasts beneath the low cut bodice of her white silk slip.
"This slip is pure silk, too."
May knew that. "I've never before seen white silk." For that matter, she had not seen much in the world of fashion or style. There was much she would have to learn.
"I've got white panties, too." She was talking through tight lips. "May, would you like to try them on? Go ahead-you seem to love silk. I know you'd like my panties and slip."
May's senses were reeling. This lovely creature was going to denude herself, just like that? What sort of situation had she walked into? "N-no," she tried to back out of it. "I ... I don't think so."
Louise would hear nothing in the way of protests. "Of course you would," she scolded. "You needn't be shy." She removed her silky foot from May's palms and then stood up. "Now ... just reach down there and take the hem of this white silk slip and pull it upward. That way it won't wrinkle if I should bend down. Pull it up, May, all the way, over my head."
May felt her heart pounding. A searing fire was burning through her loins. Her tummy felt heavy. Her temples burned. She was going to strip her naked! It was obvious. A strange, haunting call urged her to continue. Was it the call of Diana, the huntress? Was it the soulful plea of Sappho, about to initiate another maiden into the pleasure-sweet rites of lesbos erotica? Was it Artemis, twin sister of handsome Apollo, fulfilling an ancient destiny which proclaimed sacred the love, a woman had for another? "May?"
She looked up to see Louise's breasts heaving up and down. "Yes ... I hear you."
"Go ahead ... don't be shy." Louise was now standing.
Stiffly, May took the hem of the white silk slip. She loved its soft feel. Then she began to draw it upward. As it went higher, Louise's fullsome legs came into more open view; her thighs were flawless in construction; marble smooth, with just the slightest touch of blue veins streaking in wild abandonment, they were without blemish or mar.
Clumsily, May got to her knees, her turquoise towel getting loose. She feared that the knot would become undone.
"Hurry," urged Louise, breathing heavier.
Now the silk slip was pulled up above Louise's waist, showing the taut white silk panties on her creamy white pelvis. There was just the slightest bulge of tummy over the white elastic band, and above that, her smooth midriff. The flesh was as clear as crystal Only a tiny dimpled navel broke the calm tranquility of a sea of smooth whiteness.
Then the slip went higher. May paused. Louise's breasts rolled into view when the slip was pulled up around her armpits. May trembled to see how round they were. Both breasts were unusually close together with just a hair thin line dividing them. They were as round as moons; the red saucers were rocky ridged, appearing at the lower bottom of the enormous, shivering breasts. But what amazed May was their pure whiteness. Almost virginal.
"Higher, please ... I'm suffocating."
"Oh, I'm sorry," she gasped. She had been so absorbed in the twin globes dancing on Louise's chest, she forgot that the slip was around her head.
Because Louise was taller, May had to hop up on her toe tips to get the slip over her head. The sudden jump jarred loose her turquoise bath towel. The knot came free. The rough turkish cloth tickled her as it fell down her body. At that moment, Louise's slip came loose and it, too, went on the floor.
Louise's eyes opened wide. "Oh, May-your body-it's so beautiful." Her fingers were unusually bold as she ran them across May's collar bone, the soft hollow of her throat, then came down to stroke her satiny smooth breasts. "They're soft-and shaped like cones. Mine are round by comparison." She seized one nipple between the edges of both hands and squeezed tight. "Ooooh, look how it comes to life."
Both legs drawn tightly together, May Kramer was shivering. "I ... I don't think we should be doing this, Louise." What else could she say?
Louise stiffened. "Why not? If we love it, what is wrong with it?" She became annoyed at this self-critical attitude of shame.
"B-but, your husband...." she stammered nervously, lowering her voice, casting anxious glances toward the door separating the two naked girls from the man who was by now equally naked.
Louise brushed a forefinger across her lips. Her thick blonde eyelashes floated to indicate that Mike could be listening. Then she softened and spoke in more hushed tones. "Never mind about him. If he would satisfy me, do you think I would be so stimulated by a woman's body?" She shook her head and led May to the bed. The springs creaked as their lyre shaped bottoms pressed down on the mattress. Naked, side by side, their bodies were smooth and soft in the shaded light of the lamp on the small night table.
"You mean ... you're married to such a-virile looking man like Mike, and he doesn't satisfy you?" May could not believe it.
Louise smirked. "Mike is one of those body fetish types. He exercises with dumbbells and weights and things. I do admit he's built like a bronzed lifeguard and he's quite a man, as well, but he's more in love with his own physique than anything else. Sometimes, for hours at a time, he can stare at himself in the mirror, flexing his biceps, running his hands up and down his chest and legs." Louise sounded bitter. "How can a man get excited about a woman when he's more fascinated with his own fixtures? Lots of those weight lifters and Mr. America types are the same way-they look like Greek gods, and built that way, too, but they might as well be statues for all the loving they can give to a girl."
May Kramer was still shy about being nude before Louise who still wore those smoke colored panties, tight as a second skin, and so brief that her upper thighs blended into a soft crease to become her pelvis, and the panty just began to conceal her most precious possession.
"I never would have known," sighed May.
"Lie down, my dearest." Louise was soft and warm, her eyes travelling over the creamy softness of the naked nymph who was now stretching out on the bed. The springs sighed softly, as if the bed welcomed such a lovely creature. "Let me love you-the way a girl should be loved."
Louise's lips were warm as they started their invasion; the lips parted slightly, then they began to brush across May's forehead, her eyelids, kissing the soft shell like ears, nibbling at the delicate lobes. When Louise attacked May's mouth, the girl was so startled, she nearly leaped up. But Louise's hands were not idle. One flat palm was pressed down on the soft mound of May's lower tummy, with the fingers teasing the dark nest of triangular erotica. The flat palm pressed hard on the satiny smooth flesh. May fell back on the bed, sighing.
Louise's lips were moist as they pried open May's mouth, seeking the moist shell of her roof; her tongue was a shooting flame, sweeping the roof of May's mouth, attacking every little nook and cranny. In a sudden movement, Louise's tongue darted in the midst of May's mouth and slashed at her moist tongue.
A thousand hammers slammed at the back of May's head; blood roared in her temples. She felt her nerves grow taut and on edge. Pressure was mounting up, higher and higher. In the midst of it all, was the awesome feeling of discovery.
What if Louise's husband should catch them?
Louise was swift. She withdrew her tongue, then nibbled May's soft chin, sent a rain of kisses on her throat, then discovered the soft valley that separated her conical breasts. Her tongue made a moist, hot trail in this valley, while both of her hands were busy, mauling May's breasts, gripping each pinkish nipple, squeezing hard until it became as sharp as a pine needle, growing with turgid demand.
May was gasping. She could not stand this mounting fire. Again and again, a spasm tore through her groin. Her loins were on fire and she kept threshing the bed in nervous anxiety. "Louise," she moaned through swollen lips. "Louise-kiss my breasts-kiss them!"
Louise arched her body, then knelt on the bed. She straddled May, bent her upper body forward and her blonde head went down. She seized May's nipple in her mouth, suctioning it, driving the girl crazed with heated desire until she was making loud, almost pitiful sounds for merciful release.
But Louise was going to savor every moment of this sweet delight. She would not let it end so quickly. It had to be drawn out so that fulfillment would be a shower of golden stars. Louise's lips kissed the nipple, then her tongue lashed across, back and forth. Each time she did this, May reacted with a sharp twitch. Her shoulders stiffened and she took deep breaths to push forth her globes. They were white and round. The pink tip was turning to the color of red wine; potent and sweet and intoxicating.
Now Louise bit down hard on the nipple-first one, then the other. She bit so hard that May screamed lowly. She forgot that Louise's husband come come in at any moment. The fear had become dissipated and pure passion was replaced. The passion was hot and demanding.
Louise crouched. She licked her lips, smiling at May, then massaged her lower tummy, the soft flesh between her thighs even daring to insert her palm beneath both of May Kramer's spreading buttocks, doing things to her with bold fingers that the poor girl was in the throes of an agonizing ecstasy that was at once both sweet and good and also painful and devilish.
"N-no," she squirmed about on the bed. "N-no...." Her eyes closed and she was transported to a heavenly Nirvana, floating on a bed of soft clouds, enjoying the ultimate with the hands and lips of a thousand love slaves all over her body discovering secret little places to arouse even greater fires.
"Love my breasts, too, May." With that, Louise Anders cupped her amazingly round globes, pushed them to May's lips, pried the soft moist mouth open and stuffed a round red saucer in the warm midst.
Louise felt the tremors as May licked at the soft breast, sending waves of electricity through her body. "It's good," she said in a squeezed, tight voice. "This is good, May-the love a woman has for another woman." She withdrew the breast from May's lips and now offered her the twin. This milky globe was moist and warm. The elongated tip was thick-so thick, that it could have been a pinky finger. And it was burning hot as May's tongue lashed it back and forth.
Louise felt the rising tremor. It built up in her loins. It began to make demands that could not be repressed much longer. She was trembling. May was shivering. Their arms and legs were all akimbo, and as they kissed each other, rubbed against one another, they both knew by instinct that it was only a matter of moments before the peak of Sappho would be reached.
"Now!" sobbed May Kramer as she parted her thighs, begging Louise to let her reach the summit. "Please...!"
"Not yet, my dearest; oh, not just yet-let us love and remember this moment forever and ever." She too, was? feverish with hot anxiety. Both of them were moist and slippery. They assumed all sorts of grotesque positions. Louise's dark panties were so moist, they were invisible against her loins. In a flash of subdued light, her womanhood was glaringly outlined.
When May saw it, she went crazy with desire. She tried to pull the elastic band; it gave way, but only yawned to expose the blonde nest beneath and the smooth wrinkles of the ultimate of feminine treasure.
"No," Louise sobbed as she pushed away May's hand. "Not that way."
Suddenly, Louise became more active than a ballet dancer. She twisted sharply at the waist; her blond hair teased the taut, sensitive-as-film flesh of May who writhed and moaned on the bed, the sheets moist with their damp perspiration.
Louise's mouth was like a hot volcano. It burned whenever it touched resilient flesh. It inflamed May Kramer's tummy, causing the lovely little hillock to go up and down....up and down....
May could no longer endure this agonizing torture. She seized Louise's blonde head; with strong fingers, she guided the head until....
Now the lash of desire erupted in her loins. A hot flame, the tongue of a dragon spewing forth its angry fire, shot right into her very innards. May opened her mouth and made a low scream.
The pleasure-pain was like a shock wave ripping into her senses. She writhed wildly on the bed, squirming as the volcano erupted into a cataclysmic explosion. The shock bathed her with hot pleasure. Every part of her body was alive with response. She twisted like a pagan dancer in a primitive jungle, begging, ordering, guiding, until the blonde head was performing its climactic duty.
Again and again the explosive volcano erupted, searing May Kramer, opening the floodgates, giving her the most wonderful feeling she had ever known.
Oh, it was so good.
So very good.
She loved and loved and loved it....
Gradually, the stormy seas subsided and as the careening room came to a blurry halt, May Kramer was aware of something else.
Another person had come into the room!