Chapter 3
Charles showered, then dressed in a fresh shirt and new pair of pants before going downstairs for a drink. He let the whiskey become cool in the icy glass, then took a heavy swig. The liquid burned as it passed his throat and hit his stomach. He realized then, that in the excitement of the afternoon, he had totally forgotten about lunch.
He looked at his watch. Nearly six. Well, no sense eating now. Dinner would be ready soon after the cook arrived as she usually did around this time. He wondered if Donna would bother to come home, or if she would just grab a bite at the Club, a habit she had acquired when Charles had begun to work late and she found herself eating alone.
Damn, he thought. Things had gotten so con fused. Where had it all gone astray? Just a few years ago he had a family: a beautiful wife, two lovely children, and a closely knit group that enjoyed each other's company. Now he had a lot more materially, along with a chauffeur (who lived in his own apartment with his young daughter), a maid (whom he had just discovered was a good housekeeper and a great piece of ass), and a cook (who fortunately had not come to work early today). What he had lost was his family: children who never were home and a wife who spent most of her waking moments trying to get from morning to night at her Club. That horrible, wasteful, ennui-inducing Club that catered to rich women in Donna's position.
If only she had never gone in the first place, he thought, and he cursed out loud. Then he looked around to see if anyone had heard him. Hell, he thought, if Vanessa hadn't introduced Donna to the dubious pleasures of the Club, she might have been home when he needed her. More importantly, she might have been the influence needed to hold the other members of the family together. Then there would be no need for him to drink alone, or be alone, or wonder when Donna would be coming home.
He took another long drink from his glass and waited until the faint buzzing started in his head. Then he determined right then and there that somehow he would pull all of his prodigal family relatives back into the fold...." and I could feel him getting huge inside me now," Donna was saying to Vanessa. "But still he wouldn't come. So I reached down and grabbed his ass and pulled him into me. Then all of a sudden, he was shooting off. I could feel his prick go wider and fuller. It was throbbing and pounding at me, really giving me a good working over. And then I was coming, too. I must have gone off three times before he was finished with his own orgasm ... hmmm. It's nice just talking about it now. I still get warm all over just thinking about that cock. You know, Vanessa, you ought to try it. There is simply nothing like a good fucking by a young stud.
Vanessa lay on her lounge chair, transfixed by the words pouring from her friend. They were in the subdued lighting of the "relaxation room" of the Club, and they were alone. Donna had begun the story of her earlier encounter with Johnny, the delivery boy, and Vanessa hadn't uttered a sound all the while. Now she propped herself up on one elbow and looked down at Donna's slim, beautiful reclining figure. "You've convinced me" she responded. "I'm getting turned on just hearing about what happened to you. Can't wait to give it a whirl myself. You say Johnny works for Di Angelo's Market?"
Donna gave her friend a big smile. "Hmmm," she nodded. "And he makes deliveries for them every afternoon. Just call in late so that your house is his last stop. After all, he will need plenty of time to help you out...." Donna giggled to her self. Vanessa was her oldest friend, a relationship that had lasted since they were each in high , school. Vanessa was a year ahead of Donna, but the girls were inseparable. Then when they had each married, they found themselves living in the same neighborhood, attending the same functions. And it was Vanessa who had convinced Donna to try a guest membership in the Club. And for that alone the younger woman would be eternally grateful. Over the years the two had shared secrets that they had not even told their respective husbands. That is why Donna felt she could trust Vanessa with the revelation of her little afternoon dalliance.
They lay quietly for a while. Then Vanessa popped up. "Damn," she complained, "I've got an itch down there that only a big cock can relieve. I wish I had a stud here for me right now."
"Why are you so horny?" Donna asked. "Haven't you and Fred been hitting it off lately?"
"We're in the same boat as Charles and you. We never get to see each other anymore. And when we manage to connect, one of us is always too tired. Besides, Fred is getting too boring for me. I need a little variety in my life." She stood up and grabbed a towel off of the rack. "I'm going for a swim to cool me down. Want to come ... to the pool that is?"
Donna looked up at her friend. Vanessa usually did not let herself make too many coarse sexual references. So that double-entendre was unlike her. Donna attributed it to her scanty sex life. "I have an appointment for a massage in a while," she answered. Then seeing the disappointment on the other's face, she added, "but I guess I can get a little swimming in first." And throwing a towel over her shoulder, she followed Vanessa out to the pool.
The water was clean and blue and kept very warm, more like a bathtub than a swimming area. Most of the members just dunked themselves in-few went in for any real exercise in the pool or anywhere else. Some used it for other things. Donna had herself masturbated more than once in the pool, and Vanessa had admitted to the same thing.
They were alone in the pool room. Even the attendant who normally tended the place was missing, slipping out early, no doubt. Vanessa looked around, then gave a long, hard stare in Donna's direction. Finally she threw the white gown off her shoulders, then stood there naked for a moment. When she was certain that her friend had seen, and perhaps understood, she dove into the shimmering water.
"Come on in," Vanessa said invitingly. "The water's great." Then, as if to calm any of Donna's apparent apprehensions, she added: "Don't worry about a bathing suit. No one's around.
She was right. It was just about the dinner hour, and maybe that explained the absence of other members. Still, Donna was not quite sure that she would want to be caught naked in the pool with so blatantly sensual a woman as Vanessa. The Club's official policies were always very conservative, and nudity of any kind was discouraged. Oh, the hell with it, Donna said to herself. Today is a day for adventures. And with that she stripped off her robe and slithered into the water.
They swam around for several minutes, each at one end of the pool, careful not to come too near one another. Then Donna took a deep breath and dove under the water's surface, and when she reappeared, Vanessa was standing next to her. The water was only waist-high in this part of the pool, and the woman's large breasts hung heavy against her chest. Donna stared at them for a long time, feasting on the dark, rich nipples that stretched out in long, hard knobs in the middle of the firm flesh. Donna could not believe that Vanessa, who had talked so freely to her in the past, could also be this free with her body.
The older woman took a step towards her friend and stood just inches from the other's submerged body. "Stand up, Donna," she cooed, in the same enticing tone she had used since suggesting a swim. The other obeyed as if mesmerized by her friend's presence. She did stand, and as she did so, she slipped slightly on the slick pool bottom. Donna was suddenly thrown against her friend, and their breasts were rubbing against one another.
Still not knowing what to expect next, Donna waited, breathing shallow gulps of air, eyes wide open. She looked directly into Vanessa's eyes, and the other radiated a confidence that seemed to say: "Trust me. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm going to show you a new way of loving."
Vanessa reached out now. Donna was viewing the whole scene as if in slow motion. She saw the hand coming towards her, saw the palm turn upwards and cup one of her breasts, saw the fingers begin to work on her nipples. She felt that she could have stopped the movement at any time. Yet she didn't want to. She was enjoying being the center of her friend's attentions.
Vanessa groaned quietly. "Oh, Donna," she began. "You don't know how often I've wanted to do this, to touch you, to let you touch me." She brought one of the woman's hands to her own breasts, then pushed forward so that Donna had the entire fleshy mound in her hand. "Go ahead," she ordered, "play with them."
Donna didn't know what to do. She had never been touched by a woman before, much less touched one herself. She tensed but then let her instincts take over. She moved her hand over her friend's soft, pink boobs, tweaking at the skin with her fingers, capturing the nipples, then letting them go, watching them swell. And all the while she felt the pleasant sensations that emanated from Vanessa's careful, gentle caressing of the mounds she held in her own hand.
This went on for several moments, then all of a sudden, Vanessa was kissing her friend on the lips. Donna had closed her eyes under the skillful manipulations, and had not seen what was coming. At first she yielded, then her body went limp. She kissed back, letting her mouth fall open and allowing Vanessa's probing tongue inside. In another instant, Vanessa's free hand had inserted itself between Donna's legs.
Donna sucked in a gulp of air through her nose, all the while emitting a soft moan. She arched her hips, opening the passage to her friend's probing hands. Her entire body came alive with sensations-the warm, lapping water, the exploring tongue, the insistent hand. She was going to come; she could feel it now. Just a few minutes....
Suddenly there was a noise and both women jumped apart. Vanessa fell backwards and slipped below the surface of the water. Donna, eyes wide in fear of being discovered, headed for the pool's edge and began to climb out. Quickly she reached for her robe and threw it over her shoulders. She headed out of the area, passed an old attendant woman on her way out, and didn't bother to look back after her almost-lover.
She lay on the massage table just a few seconds later, the prickly feel of the towel on which she lay pressing against her stomach and breasts. She was thinking about what had just happened when the masseuse walked in. "Oh, hello, Gertrude," Donna said, looking up at the tall, dark, strong-looking woman.
Gertrude nodded a hello. The woman seldom spoke more than she had to. Donna thought it was because of her heavy European accent. Or perhaps she was just shy.
The masseuse arranged her bottles of oil and towels on the tray next to the table where Donna rec-lined. And as she had so many times before, she slipped the sheet off of the naked figure before applying some of the slippery liquid to the skin of Donna's back. Then she began to rub and message with gently increasing pressure over the younger woman's spine.
Donna enjoyed the sensations that a massage always brought. It was relaxing and stimulating all at the same time. She concentrated on the woman's strong hands on her back, how she kneaded the skin between her fingers, using her palms to relax the muscles. Normally she would be lulled into a sleep, only to awaken invigorated and refreshed. But today was different. She was thinking of the hands that moved lightly but firmly over her body right now, but also she remembered the hands that had been exploring her body just minutes ago in the Club's pool.
Gertrude was working on the woman's waist now, and then slid over her hips and down along her thighs. She moved her hands up and down over the lower part of Donna's body-from waist, to buttocks, to thighs.
Donna was feeling the warmth that emanated from the friction of flesh against flesh. And her recent experience with Vanessa had left her more than a bit frustrated and horny. She snuck a quick look at Gertrude out of the corner of her eye. The older woman was staring down at her, drinking in the sight of the soft pinkish skin, and the curvy, blond hairs that covered her pussy. Donna had often caught her looking at her body with such fetching glances. Had that been lust? Donna had never thought of it before, but her episode in the pool had opened her eyes to all sorts of possibilities.
She decided to test her theory. So the next time that Gertrude pushed her hands up over Donna's buttocks, the woman arched her hips ever so slightly and spread her legs to expose her moist pussy lips. Gertrude ignored the action at first, then began to bring her hands closer together, until she only moved them over Donna's ass, right near the crack. Soon she was rubbing the woman between her two cheeks and letting her hands circle down to touch the opening between Donna's legs.
She was right. She knew it. Gertrude had desired her after all. Now she was about to discover what Vanessa had intended to do.
"That's enough on my back, Gertrude," she said, flipping over so that the masseuse was given an unobstructed view of her breasts and cunt. The older woman stood there for a moment, taking in the gorgeous sight. Donna wriggled her hips provacatively. "Come on, Gertrude. Don't stop now."
The masseuse applied her hands to the woman's trembling body. What am I doing, Donna thought, but as the ringers began to work on her, driving into her flesh, leaving little burning spots when they moved on, she put all doubt out of her mind. What she was doing was pleasurable, and whatever made her feel good was all right as far as she was concerned.
Gertrude's hands were roving now, rubbing the woman along her sides, then darting over to her breasts, cupping the soft underside of the flesh. She lingered there for a moment before working her way up to the woman's face, where she gently tickled Donna's lips. Then it was back down her body again, to first her outer, then her inner thighs, and finally against the sensitive crack of her pussy.
Donna groaned. Her body was on the edge of intense excitement now, and even the slightest bit of pressure on the right spot made her react. Gertrude continued to rub Donna's body for several more minutes, then she bent down and began to kiss the woman on the stomach.
Donna felt the moist lips caressing her skin and let her body go limp. The older woman continued to kiss her, and the burning sensation she left behind her sent glistening beads of perspiration all over the surface of Donna's skin. The masseuse made no pretense, now, of her intent. No longer could she be construed to be caressing Donna's body for the original purpose with which she began. She let her hands wander, touching where they might, giving pleasure wherever they landed.
And she allowed her lips to descend down across the soft belly of the woman who lay moaning beneath her. Then her mouth was on the hairy mound above Donna's pussy. Donna felt the older woman tug at the strands with her teeth before settling in further down.
At first, Donna began to panic as Gertrude kissed her dripping pussy lips. She had never had a woman's mouth there before, and she wasn't sure she would like the experience. But then she felt the other's tongue dart out and lick against her sensitive clitoris, and the shock that went through her body was enough to allay any apprehensions. She rolled her head from one side to the other, then spread her legs to allow the woman closer access to her waiting pussy.
Gertrude needed no further invitation. She pushed her head up against Donna's vaginal area and began to kiss the pink lips. She ran her tongue over them, savoring the salty taste, and then sent that probe inside, stretching the cunt walls around it.
The tongue felt hard and long inside her pussy. It was sort of like a finger, sort of like a cock. But then it was entirely different, too. She bounced against the lapping tongue, letting the firm object bury itself deeply inside her. Gertrude wagged her tongue, moving it up and down, and back and forth, sucking at Donna's tingling parts. She was an expert at what she did, and she spent several long moment savoring the tastes and the smells and the feel of the woman's pussy.
Donna was feeling good about what was happening. She seemed to view the act as one of desire, proving that she was all woman, a lovely sexual object that could be possessed by both men and woman. I'm no lesbian, she thought to herself; I'm just letting my body come alive to all of its potential. And with that she drifted off into the reveries that stemmed from the sensations her body was bringing her.
Gertrude worked with affectionate determination on Donna's clitoris. She had rubbed her hands over the woman's body before, but never had she thought that something like this would be allowed to happen. She vowed to give Mrs. Martin an experience that she would remember. And she stuck her tongue deep into the juicing hole, pushing it against the sides of the cunt, then letting it lap over the outer sheath of the woman's clitoris. She tugged at the pussy lips with her teeth, biting them gently, then sucking them into her mouth, before sending her tongue once again towards the woman's womb.
Donna thrashed about under the tongue lashing she was receiving. The act, which had first frightened her, was now giving her mounting pleasures that were bringing her whole body to a state of heightened tension. She knew now that she would only be relieved by a tremendous orgasm, and she felt the beginnings build up deep within her gut.
They continued like this for what seemed like an eternity. Donna lost all track of time; she could focus only on the feeling that spread through her body, beginning from her pussy. She was close to coming now, but still she held back. She wanted it to last forever, even as she knew that too soon it must end. Even if the realities of the world did not press in on them, her own body would not be able to stand much more of this excitement.
Gertrude reached up now. and grasped Donna by both ass cheeks. She held one in each hand, and in this position, she was able to lift Donna's vaginal area right up and into her mouth. Now she renewed her efforts, never letting the woman's twitching pussy slip from between her lips or out of reach of her probing, insistent tongue.
Donna was on the verge right now. "Oooohhh," she cried out. "Stick it in me. Go ahead. Use your tongue on my pussy." The masseuse obeyed. Her tongue shot inside, then pulled out only long enough to begin another forward thrust. And in a second it was all over. Donna was coming and moaning and buckling and thrashing all at the same time. Her whole body was exploding under the constant guidance of the older woman's mouth.
A few moments later, Donna lay still, dripping with sweat. Gertrude was gently rubbing her body with a towel and looking down at the beautiful woman she had just sucked off. Donna opened her eyes and looked up at the smiling face. "Aaah," she said, "that was wonderful."
Gertrude flushed slightly, as if she had not expected a compliment and did not know how to accept the one that was given. Then without a word, she packed up her things and silently walked out of the room.