Chapter 1
Sixteen-year-old Felice Kyle kissed her father and sister goodbye and waved to them with a cheerful, girlish smile as she showed her ticket at the airline boarding gate. Aboard, she took her seat, seeing that there were only a few other passengers in tourist. Near midnight, the big jet would take off to cross the country, taking the lovely teenager to visit with Clarise Denton, the mother of a school friend; Clarise's daughter and son were on an extended trip with relatives.
Felice was petite, but appeared so only in contrast since she was perfectly proportioned. Her golden-blonde hair was cut short and she wore pearl earrings that hung from inch-long gold wires. A matching necklace hung around the graceful column of her neck with three rows of pearls that lay against the golden-cream tan of her flesh. An Edwardian coat of bluish-silver silk, near the color of the pearls, fell to below her lush fanny, her matching skirt dropping to just above her knees, draping her shapely thighs. She unbuttoned the jacket in order to fasten her seat belt, revealing the blouse-top beneath. Supported by slender straps, the pink crepe-de-chine was buttoned below her breasts, at the top of her stomach and just above her navel, with buttons that blended with the cloth, the top falling to the tops of her thighs. Sleeveless, the garment exposed her breasts to the rims of her rosy-pink aureoles and the playful pout of her lower belly above the waistband of the skirt, the outward draping of the two sides leading the eye to her lap where the soft fabric curved to the shallow of her loins, her cunny and legs naked beneath.
Her fingers pressing against the smooth metal of the buckle and the latch, Felice glanced toward the front of the compartment and saw the stewardess taking orders from the four or five passengers seated ahead of her, the back half of the section empty but for her. The woman was tall, the graceful column of her neck and her long limbs making her appear slender even though lush breasts stretched the voile top of her uniform, the slacks revealing full hips.' Light brown hair was brushed back from her broad forehead and parted in the middle, to fan out around her face in soft waves, the lobes of her ears uncovered and was cut to curve inward, falling from the centers of her shoulders and along the inner tops of her shoulder blades. Felice noted the light eyebrows over the defined superciliary arches. The woman's eyes were a subtle orchid color and tilted up to the outside corners, her lashes thick and dark around the prominent orbs. Her nose angled down almost directly from her forehead, the nostrils flaring out as the slender bridge widened to curve under to the cleft of her upper lip. The mouth was wide, naturally bordering on a smile, the lips full, the upper one tilting poutingly. Her cheekbones were high and her jaws curved down from the squared off upper portion of her face to meet at the corners of her prominent chin, the base of which was blunted.
"Having trouble?" the stewardess asked, seeing that Felice was holding the still unfastened seat belt.
"Uh, yes," Felice nodded and the woman moved between the seats to sit on the edge of the lowered center section.
"See if I can fix it," the woman smiled, reaching down as Felice released the belt and her long, slender fingers brushed the exposed base of the girl's stomach. Her knuckles between the belt and Felice, the woman, whose name was Donna Sydney, slid the latch into the buckle, the side of her lowered face just below Felice's, her perfume caressing Felice's nostrils. "There we go," Donna smiled, drawing her fingers from under the belt, stroking the bottom of the top free. "Would you like a drink?" she asked, raising her eyes to Felice's, their faces only inches apart.
"Some wine?" Felice asked, looking into the deep lavender of the woman's eyes.
"Right," Donna nodded after a moment and stood, her slacks tight around the hips, molding to the lushness of her buttocks and then falling loosely over her long legs. "Be after our takeoff," she smiled and moved back down the aisle toward the rear of the airliner.
Felice touched her fingertips to the flesh the stewardess' fingers had caressed with their tapered softness. Her eyes were thoughtful as the plane began to move toward its takeoff lane. She lifted the earphones, slipping the slender headpiece over her head and tried out the three channels till she found music she liked. Tilting the seat back, she stretched out, looking out at the patterns of the field lights in the darkness.
Airborn, the seat belt-no smoking signs out, Donna served drinks to the passengers in front of Felice and then brought her a glass of wine, not bothering to charge her.
"I can get you a blanket if you'd like to sleep," Donna said and Felice thanked her, watching the woman pass blankets out as she sipped the wine. The seat lights began to go out one by one, the primary illumination coming from the concealed lights above the aisle and from the galley. Donna adjusted the seats so that Felice could stretch out across them and put the light blanket down atop the seat on the aisle. "Call out if you want anything," Donna said in a soft voice, looking into Felice's golden-brown eyes and the girl nodded, slipping out of her jacket, the pink top falling away from her as she leaned forward, one rounded dome fully revealed, the nipple standing out from the rosy-pink aureole.
"Guess everyone's gone to the john and settled down, huh?" Felice said, draping her jacket over the seat before her. Moonlight came through the window to glow in the gold of her hair, the pale gray headpiece indenting the short cropped hair. The rhythms of the music playing through the earpieces were becoming more intricate.
Donna looked toward the front of the plane and saw the other seat lights out, Felice's co-passengers sleeping, or slipping into it. Felice reached up and turned out her light, took her wine glass from the tray and latched the panel back into the seat ahead. She took a sip of the wine, looking at Donna over the rim and then held the glass out to her. Donna's long fingers brushed the girl's as she took the glass and Felice raised the top from her side, her fingers freeing the snap of her skirt and drawing the zipper slowly down, the rasp of the metal blending with the hum of the jet engines. Felice raised up from the seat and pushed the skirt down her thighs, revealing the burnished gold triangle of fur covering her abdomen and cunny.
"I guess you're about through till we land-nothing to do now but ... nap?" Felice said softly, stretching her shapely legs out on the bed of the seats, the moonlight catching in the fur of her underbelly, sparkling for a moment in damp pinkness. "Is there?" she asked with a warm smile, laying her head back against the pillow Donna had brought with the blanket, the woman looking back up toward the quiet front section again. "Tuck me in?" Felice whispered, her eyes shining and she curled her toes in the folded blanket.
Donna stood looking down into the girl's face for several moments, her breathing tightening. She moistened her lips, uncertain and then slowly moved her eyes toward the blanket at her side, seeing the globes of Felice's breasts nestled in the low-cut top, the round nipples indenting the thin fabric, the rosy aureole of the right one peeking out. She also saw the base of her supple belly bordered by her slender waist, flowing out to full hips and in to her loins' bright pelt. Taking a deep breath, Donna bent from the waist to catch the comers of the deep blue cover and straightened partially, her hands lifting to shake the blanket loose. Her eyes met Felice's again, seeing the warm challenge within the golden-brown, a tempting promise beyond the girl's chronological age. Blinking, she turned her eyes quickly down to where the deep blue covered the trim ankles and drew the cover up over the softly tanned flesh, letting it drop free of her hands above Felice's shoulders, concealing the beauty of the girl's near naked body. Her eyes again met Felice's, a tender smile tilting the corners of the girl's slightly wide mouth, a mouth almost exactly as wide as hers though the lips were not as full, appearing almost elfin in their suggestion of mischief.
"A good ... night kiss?" Felice asked, her whisper a warm rustle and she slipped the headphones off, the music faintly audible in the stillness, seeming part of the engines' hum while the moonlight flowed through the portholes. "Yes," Felice whispered, setting the glass on the carpeted floor and she lifted her hand for Donna's. "You've time for ... a nap," Felice gently urged, "haven't you?"
Her thoughts confused, Donna found her knees, feeling weak, letting her legs bend as if with a will of their own and she was sitting on the edge of the seat beside the girl's waist, her long fingers entwining with Felice's. Felice's other hand lifted to Donna's cheek, the fingertips curling to direct the woman's face down to hers. Their lidded eyes held, coming closer together and Felice's lips pressed softly to Donna's, flexing and the girl's pursed like a blossoming flower. Donna's eyes closed, her thoughts confused as her pulse raced. She swallowed, feeling dizzy and started to sit back, but Felice's fingertips drifted over her ear to the base of her head, holding her by their contact rather than by any pressure. The girl's lips parted and caught the furl of her upper lip between their soft shiftings. The girl's smaller hand flowed over hers, drawing it up toward her face, the sensitive inside of Donna's forearm drifting over cool cloth and warm flesh, over a firm breast and the rim of a soft aureole. Her breathing became more irregular, deeper and her lips opened. Felice's tongue filled the division with a humid caress, her hand tightening around Donna's, moving it over her cheek in slow orbits, the woman's forearm sliding over her breast, pushing the top away from the round nipple, the rosy-pink aureole, exposing all but the outer curve.
Felice's tongue slid between Donna's upper lip and her teeth, her one hand easing down toward the woman's shoulder, her fingernails grazing the long column of her throat, her other hand easing Donna's along her throat, the shoulder strap of her top slipping free to curl around her upper arm and Donna's finger tips touched the shallow between Felice's shoulder and chest. Donna's thighs pressed tightly together as the girl's long tongue flowed into her mouth, washing over her tongue in languid caresses. The crepe soles of Donna's shoes twisted against the carpeting, her fingertips being drawn down toward the high dome of Felice's exposed breast, the girl's hand touching the ring-tab of her uniform's zipper. Felice raised her knees, pushing over against the back of the seat to give Donna more room and the blanket fell away from her legs and from the wide pyramid of her muff, exposing the curlings of burnished gold misted above her palpitating slit. Their joined hands rested atop the luxuriant pillow of Felice's tit and she eased her fingers free of the woman's, leaving her hand upon the silky flesh and the hard nipple, allowing her to choose if she would remove her hand, or encase the warm firmness in her trembling grip. Felice's other hand slid the zipper down off Donna's uniform top, the russet voile opening to reveal the woman's high cleavage and golden-tanned flesh. The inner curves of her breasts merged without gaps with her pectoral major and minor muscles, forming a subtle slope from under each collarbone to each nipple, rounding at the bottoms not unlike Felice's. Donna's hand closed over the roundness of the girl's tit, Felice's fingers sliding under the top to finger the pinkish-tan of one of her burning nipples, sending a shiver of fire from the hard nub that seemed to increase the swollen sensation of her breast. Her tongue moved with Felice's.
Felice freed the zipper and caressed the top from the woman's shoulders, baring the succulent breasts with their erect nipples and darker aureoles, baring the pliant muscling of the belly of a swimmer, the slender arms, the small waist and high hips and the deep navel. Felice's head turned to the side, her serpentine tongue probing deeply into Donna's mouth and Donna's eyes flickered, focusing on one of the girl's pearl earrings that rested against Felice's neck, the thin gold rod gleaming with the moon's light. The pearl, like a miniature expression.
Felice slid Donna's free arm from the blouse's sleeve and then moved her hand down the woman's arm and over to her wide breast, sliding her fingers over its voluptuous softness, catching the nipple between them. Donna groaned softly around the long tongue gliding over hers and clutched the girl's breast, pressing her down against Felice. She freed the buttons of the girl's top, pulling the cloth from between Felice's other breast and her own, crushing them together, Felice's hand moving down to her waist and the waistband of her pants. She spiraled her tongue around Felice's and licked the insides of her cheek, lifting herself from the seat as her slacks came open and Felice pushed them from her hips along with her panties. They shifted, reaching down to remove her shoes and the pants from around her ankles. Donna raised her legs to the seat, turning to hug Felice to her, to press their naked bodies together. The moonlight refracted from the girl's pearl necklace.
All hesitancy discarded, Donna circled Felice's tits with her hands, rubbing the girl's round nipples against her nubs, chafing their breasts' points against one another, her lips moving over Felice's face and ears, the girl's hands stroking the lush hills of her ass, their cunnies rubbing together, the girl's high muff nuzzling her abdomen, burnished gold curling with reddish brown hair, their vaginal lips kissing wetly around the staccato pulse of their clits. They rolled over, their bodies undulating together, their hands roaming over the delicious contours of one another's quivering flesh. The moonlight highlighted their flushed bodies, gleaming from the gold of necklace and earrings, from pearls and damp tongues.
Donna's long fingers curved against Felice's head, smoothing the soft hair back against her skull, her thumbs stroking the invisible down at her temples, the insides of her elbows pressing against the satiny roundness of the girl's breasts, her full lips drifting over Felice's. Felice moved the fluid lushness of her body against Donna's, her stomach undulating as she arched her golden pelt up against the sorrel curlings, their bodies opening wide, pink blossoms wetly embracing, kissing hotly to send waves of arousal through their bodies, arousal that lapped at their minds, misting their thoughts with ecstasy. Felice rubbed the sharp edges of her pearly teeth against Donna's lips, her mouth widening and the liquid length of her tongue snaked between the woman's teeth, the pointed tip curling up to stroke Donna's palate.
Felice's hands gripped Donna's back just behind her underarms, massaging the pliant smoothness of her golden-tanned flesh, her tapered fingers drifting as if upon a keyboard, playing vibrant melodies of touch over Donna's skin. Donna's tongue lifted, flowing along the underside of the girl's, their ragged breaths fluttering together, their lips just touching, shifting ever so slightly. Donna rubbed the heels of her thumbs against the defined angle of Felice's cheekbones before her ears and down from the corners of her eyes, the wide rises softening below, leading the eye toward the corners of her mouth which now seemed carnal, open against Donna's, the natural furl accented, her upper lip curving from the sides and out to the ridged center, baring the rim of her smooth teeth above the serpentine movements of her long tongue.
Donna murmured into the humid cove of Felice's mouth, her pleasure pearl sweltering with Felice's in the fused corollas of their underbellies. She moved the palms of her hands down over Felice's ears which were laid back close to her head, the tips of her fingers pressing into the short hair, the heels pushing the flattened locks back from in front of her ears. Her head tilted back slightly as her mouth widened, Felice's tongue bathing her mouth with warm flutterings, the flat of the velvet soft blade wide, narrowing to the pointed tip which flicked at the backs of Donna's teeth, the top bathing the insides of her cheeks. Felice rotated her shoulders, turning the full domes of her breasts against the high-sloped globes of Donna's, the damask studs of her nipples pressing the pink nubs of Donna's down into the firm weights. Her shoulders curved forward as she moved her palms up and down the woman's back, descending farther each time, following the sweep inward to the small of her back and out over the fullness of her lush ass cheeks, kneading the silky globes which Donna twisted back against her palms. Her cunny squirmed against the girl's, the burning convulsions of their nooks clamping tightly together, abundant surges of molten heat racing their senses, their quivering mounds convulsing with concentrations of luminous raptures. Their mouths parted, their heads going back, their features tightening, their bodies spasming together, their teeth clenching.
They shook with the intensity of their pleasure, their clits pulsing faster and faster, fusing with phosphorescent heat. They muffled their sobs of joy against and around warm softness, suckling one another's swollen breasts, licking the chafing burn of their nipples, hands clutching and stroking, their bellies tightening and twisting as the ovens of their cunnies buckled and contracted with vivid waves of heat that churned and crashed at their minds, white heat encasing their bodies, shining bright behind their closed eyelids. They tensed, their bodies shaking together as they came. Their lips were pulled back from their pearly teeth and their eyes were squeezed tightly shut. Their minds reeled as their shared climax zoomed through them. The near pain of their contracting recesses was suddenly released into dissolving ripples, their hips stuttering together around the whirlpool juncture of their clits, the pearly nodes seeming to taper to a pinpoint pivot of their beings. Ecstasy ricocheted back and forth, gaining velocity in the turmoil of heat and spasm, blurring, shedding all restraints, thrusting them into fulfillment, fulfillment that embraced them lovingly, gentled and soothed, containing them within the blinding apex of their culmination, bathing them in bliss.
Gradually, their features relaxed, their bodies' tension seeping away with the loosening of their muscles. Their breasts shivered with their still trembling breathing, their lips parted, their nostrils flaring. Their nectar-soaked muffs clung wetly to their quivering mounds, the humid pinkness of their nether lips joined.
Their eyelids flickered, glazed golden-brown eyes looking into blurred violet eyes with contented satisfaction. Their lips curled in languid smiles and they gently embraced one another.
"You're so beautiful," Felice whispered, tracing Donna's light eyebrows with her fingertip, the inside of her thumb touching the woman's high cheekbone.
"I-" Donna began, the words catching and she swallowed to clear her throat. "It was beautiful, what we ... what you did," she said with a shy lowering of her eyes.
"This is your first time?" Felice asked with a tender smile, sliding her fingers up into the soft, light brown waves of Donna's hair and Donna nodded, smiling with pride at the praise implicit in Felice's tone.
"It seems kind of funny, me being ... what, ten years older than you?" Donna remarked, a small laugh in her whispered words. "Would you like-I'll be continuing on after you get off, but ... I'll be back for a layover in a couple of days if you'd ... ?" Donna faltered, uncertain if the girl shared her desire to meet again, as well as not wanting to impose her desire on Felice, nor to be rejected...." like to see you again?" Felice finished for her. "Oh, of course, darling. Of course," she smiled glowingly, cupping Donna's cheek and Donna's full lips blossomed into a smile of relief and pleasure. "We'll drink a toast to it," Felice nodded and reached down to lift the wine glass from the floor.
Donna watched her sit up, raising the glass to her lips, the lifting of her arm causing the lush dome of her breast to pull high, the upper curve more defined. Donna reached up and touched her fingertips to the rosy stud of the nipple, seeing that Felice's lips were the same soft pink as her nipples and aureoles. Felice leaned forward, moonlight gleaming from her close cut hair, making it look like a golden cloche. Their lidded eyes held and Felice pressed her puckered lips to Donna's, opening her mouth to let the wine flow into the woman's, their pink tongues swimming in the cool claret, swirling it back and forth as Donna's hand expanded to encase the silky roundness, her fingertips stroking under the firm pectoral leading down to it, her palm's center buffing the erect bauble of Felice's nipple as they both swallowed, their breathing deepening again.
Felice's eyes opened slightly, her lids heavy, her lips glossy with the moistness of the wine. She slid from the edge of the seat, the felt upholstery stroking her side, Donna's eyes following hers as Felice's free hand drew one of her legs from the seat, opening her thighs at the edge. Felice's eyes sparkled over the rim of the glass as she took another mouthful of the wine and she set the glass aside, her hands moving to Donna's high, full hips.
Her shoulders and the base of her head against the back of the seat, Donna watched Felice lean forward as her hands slipped around to cup her ass cheeks, the girl's arms stroking the outsides of her thighs as she moved them in around her face to stroke her cheeks against their silky insides. Donna sucked air in between her teeth, her head pressing back with the fluttering warmth teasing her senses and Felice's hands tightened at her backside, drawing her toward the edge of the seat, toward her wine-moistened lips and the russet purse of her cunny opened just beyond the rim, extended above the floor, the petal pink lips opening for the approach of Felice's lips.
Felice kissed the soft curls of Donna's muff, just grazing the lips and Donna's hips tilted up as she shifted her fanny against the upholstery, her face turning toward the windows. Felice sat back on her calves, her knees under the seat and she opened her lips at the top of Donna's slit, letting the wine slowly seep from between her lips to trickle through the tiny curlings and into the ripe shallow, her nipples chafing against the upholstery of the seat between Donna's calves.
Donna pressed her teeth into the fullness of her lower lip, her nook quivering as the cool liquid eased over the hyper-sensitive pinkness in slow, wandering droplets, leaving trailings that quickened the hot pulsing that echoed throughout her in mind-clouding arousal. Music still whispering from the earpieces of the stereo headset, the hum of the jet engines merged with the tidal soundings that filled their ears. Feeling drunken from her kisses, Donna touched Felice's head, heat radiating from her cloven loins, the scent of the wine blending with the scent of her juices in a warm perfume that filled Felice's head with vertiginous raptures. She pressed her mouth into the quivering portals of the woman's sex, her tongue scooping inward, bathing itself in the heady liquor, each lathing undulation setting the walls of Donna's cunt ablaze, her stomach tightening and loosening in response to the intense flowerings of heat expanding from her loins, Felice's long and pliant tongue embroidering the tremoring sleekness of her furrow with delicious patterns of carnal pleasure. Donna gripped the girl's elbows, the small hands circling against her hips and buttocks. She pressed her feet over Felice's doubled-up legs and between them, rubbing the outsides of her feet along the press of thighs to calves, her curled toes rubbing the base of the girl's rear cleavage, stroking the silky pillows of her ass cheeks, arching her feet to pull them up into the golden fur, feeling the soft dampness against her flesh, feeling the malleable humidity of Felice's cunny as the girl widened her legs. A small moan curled up into the roiling recesses of Donna's body.
Felice's tongue stretched high into Donna's cleave, her gums and teeth stroking the blading bolt of her clit through the buffer of her curved upper lip, her hands moving together, palms facing, to drift the backs of her curled fingers up and down the static electricity of Donna's lips, moving in counterpoint. Felice gripped Donna's thighs between her upper arms and her body, her breasts twisting against the texture of the seat as the woman's right foot lolled its arch in the cleft of her surging cunny, flurries of insistent heat buckling her stomach, arching her back, moving her tongue faster and deeper. Felice gasped into Donna's underbelly, coming hard and lingeringly. Her mouth pressed into the damp splay of Donna's nook with renewed vigor, culling the woman's release from the recesses of her drenched warmth.
Donna's eyelashes fluttered together, light refracting from them as she looked out the cabin window into the night sky, the glass, frame and surrounding wall fading from her sight, the plane seeming to dissolve, leaving them floating with the gauzelike wisps of clouds beneath moon and stars. Donna's breath caught, her eyes tightened as her body shook with the pulsings that became poundings from her tongue-bathed cleave. A nightbird passed between them and the full moon, a silhouette moving in silent slow motion. Her shoulders bunched as the raptures flooding through her became excruciating in their vivid clarity, her breasts swelling, her nipples burning, her body twisting around Felice's feasting mouth. Roiling storm clouds masked the stars and lightning leapt across the sky, becoming cracks in a surface to her fevered mind, darkness falling like pieces of shell to reveal incandescent brightness beyond. Her eyes squeezed tightly shut, the brightness still in them as she twisted from side to side, biting back her screams of release as Felice's tongue churned her passion into a storm that whirled and crashed, lifted and buffeted, frothing her mind with ecstasy, her body caught up in a flesh fire. She clutched her breasts, her fanny lifting up from the seat, her cunt's tormented convulsions drenching Felice's mouth and lips, the girl's hands clutching her stuttering hips, the arch of her foot whirling in the bucking of Felice's spasming slit. The girl's cry was muffled in her shimmering climax, in her suddenly still nook.
Everything seemed to freeze for a long moment, Donna feeling totally tranquil for that time, as if she were in the eye of the storm. Felice sagged, her body heaving with her gasping breath, a stunned look on her face, her lips and cheeks bedewed with Donna's secretions.
Then Donna slid down into the seat, limp. Her breath rustled between her lips, her forehead damp and she swallowed finally. Felice pressed the side of her face to the inside of Donna's warm thigh, recovering her senses, in a dreamy half-sleep.
Donna moistened her lips and consciously raised her eyelids to look down at Felice's still features, marveling at the look of bright girlishness co-existing with the look of carnal sensuality and at Felice's expertise in love-making, clearly born of experience despite her age. Felice's eyes opened and she smiled up at Donna, one hand languidly stroking the woman's still damp muff.
"Whew!" Donna smiled breathlessly. "Whata ride this's been." And Felice grinned happily, almost triumphantly.
The rising sun burned through the hand-woven batiste drapes and stretched across the thick-piled topaz carpet to climb the silver and blue damask bed spread, flowing over the lush contours of the body beneath the glossy silk, warming the softly tanned flesh and finally glistened in her light ash-brown hair that spilled over down the pillow in gentle waves and seeped through the high set lids of her eyes. Gradually, Clarise Denton's long lashes began to flicker and her eyes partially opened as she let sleep melt away until she was awake.
Slowly, she lifted up onto her elbows, the covers drifting down over the big globes of her breasts, catching for a moment atop the pale tan aureoles of her nipples, soft inversions at the centers and draping around the indented firmness of her lithe belly. Her bearing and the swanlike arch of her neck gave her an air of nobility, the well cared for grace of her fully tanned body suggesting self-mastery and strength beneath the succulent contours. Her eyes were a velvety blue, the color of ocean depths, unfathomable, her nose aristocratic with its narrow, flat bridge, chiseled base and slender nostrils. There was an ageless quality to her beauty, as there was to her bedroom. The luxury of her surroundings allowed one to picture her as a courtesan to a king, an expensive prostitute, or even as a pagan empress and she was, perhaps, all of these in spirit. Depending upon her expression, the angle she was viewed from, or upon the lighting, Clarise could have been anywhere from eighteen to thirty-five years old, but was actually thirty-two.
She stretched languidly, her belly and abdomen tightening as the embroidered lace at the top of the sheet moved lower, her extended legs caressed by the Irish linen as it and the cover were pushed down to the foot of the bed. Her full lips parted with a yawn that showed strong, white teeth and a slender, pink tongue and she pushed her linked fingers up from above her head, her ripe breasts rising with the movement. The diffused sunlight haloed her mane of hair, washing her golden-sorrel tan with honey. The smoothness of her hairless cunny seemed all the more naked due to the downy foliage gauzing her plump underarms, the ash-brown hair looking as if could have been gathered from the cleft hillock of her sex.
Hearing a sound from one side, Clarise turned her head upon the pillow, one hand lowering to brush through her hair and she saw Karen Temple, her maid and companion, in the large bathroom. Slightly taller than Clarise, Karen had dark Gypsy features and jet-black hair with blue highlights. Wearing a simple white cotton uniform, she set about filling the sunken tub for Clarise's bath. Clarise looked toward the open door and smiled as a large Alsatian stepped into the room, his dark fur gleaming.
"Um, but you're up early, aren't you, Chino?" she chuckled as he ran to the bed, placing his forepaws atop the sheet so that he could affectionately lick her with his big tongue. "We've got company coming, my boy," she smiled sensuously, remembering that this was the day she was to meet Felice at the airport and Chino leapt up onto the bed, sharing her enthusiasm.
Kneeling beside the eight foot by eight pool, Karen looked back over her shoulder, her almond-shaped, onyx eyes smiling toward Clarise who was growling playfully at the dog, her arms around his powerful shoulders, the bed shifting with his movements. Clarise seemed unconcerned about his paws digging into the sheet. As they wrestled about, Clarise using a scissor hold on him, Karen stood up and began to unbutton her starched uniform, the bright whiteness of the cloth contrasting with her deep tan. She slipped it from her supple shoulders, revealing a firm back and adolescent breasts with smooth, petallike aureoles that lifted out as far as the wide rises, her nipples petite nubs, rosy upon the rosy-tan of their oval bases. Her long, delicate fingers moved the cloth from her slender waist and firm stomach to her full hips, letting it then drop to the floor. What was then revealed was in greater contrast to the body above her waist than her tan was to the whiteness of the uniform. Below the dimples of the small of her back, her ass cheeks tilted up like ripe globes and below her abdomen, thick, downy curls garbed her underslung cunt in the cradle of her lush hips. Below that were incredibly long, perfectly formed legs that would have put any showgirl to shame, her foot highly arched beneath slender ankles, her heels pink and her toes long.
Her large tits rising and falling with her breathing, Clarise stroked Chino's muzzle and glanced through the wide doorway into the bathroom, hearing the sound of the falling water. Pushing a wave of hair back from her face, she watched Karen move down the steps into the tub, her legs submerging. Though in her early twenties, Karen's short hair, which curved down in a wave over one side of her forehead and flowed back to cover her ears in a bob, along with her almost total absence of breasts, made her look more like a late blooming teen-aged girl in the waist deep water, or even an effeminate boy. Clarise smiled, thinking what a totally different picture one would have if viewing her from underwater, from foot to waist.
"You ready t'get up again, boy?" Clarise asked Chino, pressing the tips of her fingers into the short thickness of his fur and he licked her chin. "Well then, go get Karen, you big stud," she laughed and he pushed up to his feet, jumping from the bed to run toward the sunken tub.
Karen stepped back against the mosaic tiling of the tub's far wall, smiling as Chino leapt into the air to hit the middle of the pool in a belly landing, the water splashing up out of the pool and frothing around him and Karen.
Smiling as they frolicked in the water, Clarise sat up, curling her toes in the deep pile of the carpet. She ran her hand down over her belly and the smoothness of her mound, which pressed out plumply between her joined thighs. Feeling awake and refreshed, she thought about what to wear to the airport.
Lauri Orano stood in the airport terminal, waiting for her husband Rick while he saw a business partner off on an early morning flight. Parted in the middle, her fiery red hair fell to the middle of her back, the ceiling lights haloing it a sandy-gold. Brushed back from her temples, her hair had a slight wave at the corners of her smooth forehead's width, her eyebrows a light auburn while her lashes were dark auburn above the rims of her lower lids. Her eyes were a light gray, darkening outward to the rims where they were blue. Her nose rounded at its tip, the bridge curved, the furled nostrils finely drawn. Cleft high, her slender upper lip was parted slightly at the center from her full lower lip, the shallow between it and her rounded chin giving the suggestion of a pout to her roseate mouth. When she smiled, though, her lips would draw a bit wide of the inward curve of her teeth to provide triangular slivers of shadow at each corner, accenting the dimples that appeared and the rounding of her cheeks. With the inward curving of her jaw down to her chin, there was a beautiful symmetry to her features, balanced by the harrowed oval of her face and by her slender neck.
She wore a verdant green, cotton-knit top with short, puffed sleeves, the scooped neckline of the buttoned front revealing the inner slopes of her full, tear-drop breasts. Coming out to conical points, her upturned nipples were thrust out against the soft cloth and the top hung out from her body, dropping to just above the vertical shallow of her navel. Her smooth stomach was indented down the center and sweeping in between the soft nudges of her hip bones, the tops of the slight shallows between showed at the edge of her hip-huggers. The tan, brushed denim clung to the fullness of her hips and to the lush pillows of her ass which widened with her hips, sloping out from the inward curve of the small of her back, a light haze of pale down catching the light there. The pants gripped her shapely thighs, revealing a separation at the top, just under her cunny, wide enough for a hand to squeeze its thickness into. The denim widened from the calves of her long legs; simple leather sandals could be seen under the wide cuffs.
Not yet having had a chance to sunbathe, Lauri's skin was a flawless alabaster, flushed with carnation pink from beneath the surface and a warm ginger where it was shadowed. Oblivious to the many men who gave her appreciative looks in passing, she turned to look around for Rick and blinked with surprise. Ahead of her, standing in a long alcove -lined with wall phones, Felice was handing Donna a piece of paper with Clarise's phone number. Pushing up onto the toes of her gold half-heels, Felice pressed her body to Donna's, her hand cupping one of the stewardess' ripe tits through the voile uniform top, their mouths opening for a deep kiss. Lauri stared in disbelief as Felice's lush, heart-shaped fanny shifted under the bluish silver of her silk skirt, her loins twisting against Donna's.
Donna did not stop to think. Rather, she spun her tongue with Felice's, her hand raising up to slip into the girl's top, pressing her palm up over the pliant pout of her stomach and under the pink crepe to caress the rounded base of her ripe breast. Their breathing deepened, their lips separated and they stared into one another's eyes for a long moment.
"You're going to miss your plane," Felice whispered.
"See you Wednesday," Donna smiled as they lowered their hands and they left the alcove, Donna reluctantly moving back toward her plane as Felice stared after her.
Felice rubbed her hand against her purse which hung at her hip, chafing the chain shoulder strap against the silk of her jacket. She took a deep breath and turned, finding herself looking into Lauri's angry eyes. Felice lifted an eyebrow questioningly. There was a suggestion of softness to the woman, her coloring creating a slight blurring of her features as if her face was seen through a mist, making the glare of her eyes all the more distinct. Slender and lush, there was a sultriness to Lauri that Felice had never associated with fair-skinned redheads. "You and that-that woman were ... " Lauri began, feeling nervous under the girl's coolly appraising eyes.
"Would it've disturbed you if it had been a man with me?"
"No," Lauri frowned. "No, of course not."
"Me neither," Felice smiled.
"You-you're a pervert," Lauri stammered, trembling with anger.
"Lauri?" Rick's voice called from behind her and she blinked at the sound of her husband's voice. Her lips tightening as she sought something else to say to Felice, Lauri stared at her for a moment longer and Felice glanced over her shoulder at Rick who was looking at the two of them with a trace of curiosity.
Lauri spun around and took his arm, walking away quickly with him, Felice smiling softly after the attractive couple. She glanced to the side, seeing Clarise entering the terminal. Clarise wore a white wool gabardine suit with a loose skirt and a navy blue blouse which had a slashed neckline that revealed the full inner swells of her big breasts, loose coral and mother-of-pearl necklace's dropping down to her cleavage and over the rayon challis. Seeing Felice, Clarise smiled and they moved toward one another.
"Karen has your baggage," Clarise said, looking her over. "My, but you're growing up," she mused, her fingers touching her drop earrings as she brushed her hair back over her shoulder.
"Um," Felice shrugged. "Karen in the Silver Ghost?"
"Of course," Clarise nodded and they turned toward the terminal doors and the waiting car. "It's going to be good to have you in the house," the woman smiled warmly.
"She's a degenerate," Lauri fumed as Rick drove their station wagon away from the airport. "Repulsive," she sneered, gripping her folded arms against herself.
"What'd she do?" he asked, remembering the sensuously dressed Felice.
"She and a-a stewardess, mind you, were kissing and-" she cut off, looking out at the traffic.
"I mean, did she make a pass at you or something?"
"The way she looked at me ... like a snake."
"But she didn't say anything, or touch you?" he asked, not quite understanding why she was so upset.
"No, thank heaven," Lauri said shortly. "I wish we weren't going to that luncheon," she said with an abrupt change of tone and reached over to squeeze the long mound of his cock through his slacks and he smiled, his shaft hardening to her knowing fingers' stroking. "Wish I could have your big whang in me right now."
"Um, me too," he agreed, his eyes lidding as his prick began to throb warmly.
"Hope it's a short lunch," she murmured as he put his arm around her shoulder to slip his hand inside her knit top, his finger sliding down the slope of her breast to stroke the small, peaked nub of her upturned nipple and then to curve under the widening roundness of her tit's base, squeezing the plush softness as she tugged his prod free of his slacks just in time, his hot come jetting out onto the floorboards, his tool spasming, his mind blurring.
She caught the wheel with her free hand, steadying it while he recovered and she grinned as she glanced at his dazed expression. Returning her eyes to the road, she smiled with satisfaction.
After waking from a short nap, Felice took a Tanga bikini from her suitcase, Clarise having told her she would be at the pool. She tied one side of the string's bottom and drew it up her long and shapely legs, the high triangle of the front cut to cover just the gold fur of her loins, the rear triangle just covering the deep cleavage of her lush ass cheeks. Tying the other hip string, she slipped into the halter top, the joined triangles just covering her aureoles as they tapered up into the neck string. The thin cotton gripped her cunny's mound and the pillows of her fanny, her nipples pressing out in relief. The burnt-orange cloth brilliantly emphasized the carnal ripeness of her body.
Fastening a collar of silver barrel-beads around her throat, Felice looped a very thin silver chain around her slender waist, letting the single pearl at its center drape down over the bright orange of her bottoms, resting just over her concealed clit. Slipping into a loose-sleeved kimono of light terry, she fitted wide, banded silver cuffs over her wrists and the apricot-colored cloth, snapping the bolt-hinge clasps.
She looked in the bedroom's full length mirror, noting the way the collarless robe draped to her body as it fell to mid-calves and how the string arousingly molded to her breasts and nook, the body jewelry guiding the eye to the lower triangle. Pleased with the effect, she went downstairs to the pool where Clarise waited.