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Story 84 - Heater and her adventures by Ramapo - parts 19 / 20 (F/F,FFF, FFFF, Mast, Lesbian, Rommate, Panties, Toy, Anal)

         Heater and her adventures.

PART 19

It was the fourth day at the new internship job and Amy, her manager for the term, suggested lunch. The firm was unusually busy, and Amy was really pressed for time to get a presentation together for a key account on the following Monday. So far, Heather barely had had time to learn where to hang her jacket and go to the bathroom.

But, she didn't mind a bit, because she and Amy had hit it off immediately. Amy was Heather's height, very dark hair always perfectly in place, a beautiful face, the highlight of which were her dark, luminous eyes that seemed to go soft and a bit, unfocus from time to time, and a full, slightly wide mouth capped with swollen lips. In spite of her very professional dress and demeanor, her overall appearance was attractive in the extreme.

Although she wore expensive, very conservative suits, perfectly cut and hung, Heather's knowing eye detected the very full, wide-set breasts swelling from the ribs, just barely hidden by her arms, clearly being carried high, but restrained and pushed just-so, the clothing line not being broken, but every rare once in a while, suddenly making their presence known if you were looking in just the right place.

Narrow high waist, flaring to full hips, nicely disguised by careful selection of skirts and, appearing below the modest length skirt, straight, very long legs in silk stockings and high heels.

Heather was picking up the details of her job very quickly, and had already begun to make some suggestions about the presentation, quickly taking over the computer job of creating the screens and slides. Her vast resources at the school helped her find some unusual backdrops and backgrounds, and filters to process certain objects with very unusual effects. The presentation had begun to take on a very sensual undertone, which stuck Amy as just the grabber she was looking for, as the client marketed many different women's clothing lines and lingerie. The previous account associate, a guy with a supposed inside track to the top, had failed to produce the presentation and dumped the entire thing on Amy just as Heather had arrived, fresh from personnel.

In a bit of very frank discussion, Amy had revealed to her that she was sure the guy just wanted a good reason to get her fired, even if it meant loosing the account to make it happen. She was sure he and others were plotting this to give them a reason for not promoting her to executive. This lunch was the first time they really had to talk about anything other than work.

Amy kept looking at her slyly over lunch, but Heather caught her from time to time. As dessert came, she began, somewhat tentatively.

"You are very bright and a fast learner and you could do well in business. But we must do something about your, well, your clothes. I hope you don't mind my being so blunt."

"Well, I'm still in college and don't wear much except jeans and sweatshirts most of the time. I have some nicer things at home, but never needed to wear them." Hell, she thought, half my friends don't want me wearing anything, most of the time, and they never complain about how I look!

"No, not church clothes, or party dresses. That's not what I mean. You must look very professional, especially as a woman. You are a very beautiful and sexy woman. You have a wonderful, almost too full figure, and in these clothes, it is there for all to see. But at work, you must not let such things get in the way of business. And it will. Men. And women, too," she glanced into Heather's eyes and smiled, "will be quite distracted. We are all human. We all have our desires and needs. The sex drive is very, very strong and affects people all the time without them knowing it. No, you must be a sexy woman at all times, but always appear the professional at work. You must be sexy for yourself, even erotic if you like, but hide it from others during work. It is the only way to keep everyone's attention on the business."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to dress improperly. I'll go home and..."

"No. No. You are thinking I am criticizing your clothes. I am not, not in the sense of you being just anyone. You will do much better than anyone, you have the mind and intelligence for it, and the energy. But, right now, just starting out, and as anyone would expect, you are dressing like all the other women in the building. And for the everyday work girl, without a real future, it is fine. But you can do much better. After lunch, we will steal an hour and I will walk you around and introduce you to all the women who have aspirations to get ahead in the business. Then, we will go back to my office and you will tell me what is wrong with their clothes and dress. Remember what I said about distractions."

For the first time in her life, Heather felt like her body might not be right, not be acceptable to others. She loved her body, but right at this moment, Amy might be telling her something else. Amy seemed to sincerely want to get her point across. On the surface, it seemed an obvious point to make. Sex in the office was in the magazines and news all the time.

On the way back to the office, Amy quietly mentioned that she had made an appointment for Heather at a specialist in lingerie and another at a shop that custom made business suits for women. For the outside appearance to be so controlled, the undergarments must be just so, able to be sexy, free, but controlled in special ways that normal bras, or panties, or pantyhose could never hope to achieve except by occasional accident. Instead of coming to work first thing, she was to first go to the lingerie shop. Amy then stopped on the sidewalk.

"The lingerie shop is run by Jan Fleming. She is a genius at, well, very special undergarments, as you will soon see. To fit you, you will have to completely undress. Is that a problem?"

"No. It seems there is no other way to be fitted for those!"

"And, she takes many measurements, some a bit unusual, and will mould your body so she can have a bust to work with when you are not there. The mould process is also a bit unusual. It does not hurt in the least, but..."

"OK."

"And I should warn you that Jan is a bit aggressive, I mean she is attracted to some of her clients, and can be a bit pushy about it."

"I think I can handle her."

"Jan has a sister, Enid. Enid is not in the business, but Jan and Enid live together above the shop. You will have complete privacy, but Enid occasionally comes down and hangs around. Jan will make her leave if you find her presence uncomfortable."

The tour of the building took about forty five minutes and they met and talked with six other women. Then they went back to Amy's office.

"OK, you remember what I told you about how you must look professional and not let your sexiness intrude into the work. Tell me what you saw."

Heather began to describe visible cleavage, one woman was bra-less. She didn't need a bra for support, but her nipples were just faintly visible as bumps through her jacket. One skirt too high, one skirt the right length, but cut up the side quite far. One woman sat and her skirt pulled up just a bit high. One woman was wearing very expensive lingerie, probable a teddy, and the intricate lace was visible through the blouse.

Amy finished the critique. Long hair worn loose, lipstick too bright, one outfit just a bit too tight. Visible panty lines on one woman when she walked away from them. One outfit was badly wrinkled in the back. One woman's shoes needed polish badly.

"So, " Amy finished, "some were too sexy or to obvious, some sloppy, some just poor taste. And all of it is a distraction, no matter if a small distraction. And tomorrow, each will have some other distraction to divert attention. Some are doing it on purpose, some are just not aware. You must ALWAYS be aware each day before you leave the house, and fix anything that is wrong. Then, with the right clothes, hair, and makeup, you can basically forget it for the day. I know from personal experience that things go much better when you get it right. And it in no way prevents me from being erotic, or expressing myself, if a bit more privately. I can allow myself to be very aroused, even to the point of orgasm, or even orgasm in the right place, and you could not tell."

"Now, go into my private bathroom, look in the full length mirror and tell me what you see."

It was a surprise. Heather always prided herself on looking good. But now she wondered, good for what? "Hair long, pulled back, but some loose and flying around a bit. Lipstick just a bit too bright and not on completely evenly. The full swell of my tits very obvious through the blouse, with it being pushed out of shape and stretched a bit. Skirt too short and the hem not completely straight. Just of hint of panty lines and my stockings are not on straight. Shoes, well maybe good for tennis?" And they both laughed.

Amy had stood behind her and now said softly. "If we were at a movie, or out to dinner, or just meeting to talk, you look, and smell (she leaned close - Heather could feel the warmth of her breath on the back of her neck. A thrill went down her back.) wonderful. I admit I have a hard time not watching you as you walk." She stood back. "And that is a problem here. Not out there. Here, I can't afford to get wet between the legs every time my beautiful assistant leans over, or jiggles as she walks, or lets me see her pussy when she sits. I must shock you, talking this way. But you must be aware at all times that you can control the effect you are having on the people around you. Especially when you did not have any intention of causing such an effect. Frankly, I love the erotic way you make me feel when I look at you, but it is too distracting."

Heather turned to face her. "I'm sorry if I have made you distracted. I will do better. I promise. I like the work.... and I like you, a lot,....and...."

"Tomorrow, you go get fitted. In the meantime... " she reached over and pushed the door shut. "Take off the bra and let me suck you. I will never get any work done until I have you."

Heather suddenly realized how much she wanted her as well. Eager hands pushed her blouse open as buttons were eased out of the garment, and the two hands filled with her breasts, still encased in the white cotton bra, then, the bra clasp released and Amy pushed the cups up and off and leaned down and her full, red lips parted and she took the already hardening tip of her right breast into her mouth and closed around it. Heathers eyes went closed and her hand caressed the back of Amy's neck. Amy pulled the full breast into her mouth and her rough tongue lashed the now turgid, inch long nipple, and growing. They both groaned and Heather felt her cunt go wet. Amy switched tits and Heather's belly jumped as the electric sparks set her pussy on fire.

Heather reached to take Amy's jacket off her shoulders but Amy pushed her hand away. "I can't afford to get messed up. Let me do this. I can get off on tit sucking alone. And I'll teach you how, later..." Her mouth filled with nipple. It was torture. Heather was having a hard time standing. They backed to the wall and Amy pushed both full breasts, with their cock like nipples standing up, together and sucked them hard.

Heather moaned, gasped and started to pant. "Oh. OH. My pussy is wet. That is so NICE! Suck me, oh Amy. It hurt's. No, suck, suck me. Both, suck both. OH, OH. I'm going to come!" It was more a groan of surprise than a sentence. She had only once before cum from this activity alone, and then it was quite painful.

Amy, the long nipple now deep in the back of her throat, slipped her hand down the side of her skirt and into a hidden pocket. At the bottom was the gold ring attached to the taut gold chain that ran down her now pulsing belly and disappeared into the very lush forest of hair guarding her pussy. Inside, her straining clit, swollen and standing rigid like a small cock, had another very small gold ring securely wrapped around and clipped to it's base. As her finger found the gold ring in the pocket and began a quick series of tugs, her own lust soared.

Heather was shaking and moaning louder. "Yesssss. Ohhh. Yess....Oh. Oh." Amy suddenly grunted and pulled very hard on the turgid flesh as her head bucked back. Her orgasm was sudden and quite intense. Heather's own lust responded to the sudden jerks and she exploded again. "Hhhhhhhhhhnnnnnn... Ungh. Ungh." She was shaking and trembling. Another wave hit her. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" It was a hiss of unleashed passion. Amy's finger twitched rapidly and another orgasm built and released. Her cunt filled with come and her pussy was on fire. In seconds, another orgasm hit her so hard she released the two overworked boobs and pressed face first into Heather's cleavage, dazed for the moment. Heather felt her trembling in her arms. After several minutes, Amy backed away and they both just stared in slightly dazed satisfaction at each other. There was chemistry here on a level Heather had never experienced before. In spite of having just had two very intense orgasms, she was surprised to find she was immediately horny again and would welcome more activity.

Heather said, "I see what you mean about it getting in the way of work. God, you could suck me like that all day! That was great!" She reached out for Amy, who had back up a bit and now stayed out of reach. Amazingly, only Amy's lipstick was just a bit smeared and she soon put that to right. Heather's breasts were tinged red and pink from the eager assault. And her nipples were still tingling.

"Yes. But we must work. Tomorrow you go get fitted." But her mind didn't clear all afternoon. Heather would be a problem, she decided. A sweet, delicious problem to be solved over the summer. Just the thought of Jan fitting Heather and knowing what was about to happen got her hot again, and she reached for her pocket. She already knew she'd have to change the absorbent pad between her legs shortly.



In the morning, Amy slipped down to Jan's just before they opened and was let into the back room, behind a wall. A wall with a very small hidden camera and a TV on the other side.

Heather was on time and Jan introduced herself. A short woman with a nice figure and short hair, she said she was expecting Heather and they went to the back room and locked the door.

Jan started. "We do not sell lingerie from the rack. We make everything custom to the exact measurements of the customer. Amy has informed me as to the items you will need. There may be some optional things you will prefer, but you can discuss that with my sister Enid later if you like. Do not worry about the bill. Amy will have her firm pay for everything as part of the cost of some proposal you are working on. I am to bill her for these things as "Visual Aids"! They both laughed.

"First, you must undress. Just place your things over there. Then, I will take measurements. They must be very exact, of every aspect of your body, and very complete. I will not hurt you, but you may find some of the measurements a bit stimulating. That is a necessary part of getting a correct fit."

By then Heather was undressed. Jan looked her over very carefully, walking around her. Suddenly, Heather felt Jan's tits press into her back and her two hands reached between Heathers arms and lifted her tits slightly. The fingers began to manipulate her nipples, which grew in length as they always did. After almost five minutes, Heather was very aroused, but Jan then stopped and quickly measured the straining nipples for length and diameter, whistling out loud as she did. They were the longest she had ever seen, and were going to be a big challenge. She measured the distance from the nipple to her waist and, just as suddenly, ran a finger into Heather's now damp box and found the semi-swollen head of her rising clit and stoked it. Heather jumped and gasped. "Quite a little man you have there." Her surprised look grew as the clit stretched out even further and now she was stroking it like a slim cock. Heather was almost fainting and an orgasm began to rapidly build. But just as soon as it was obvious it had reached its maximum length, Jan again stopped abruptly and took another serious of measurements, both of length and diameter, and of distance to other parts of her body. All these figures were written down.

Just as suddenly, the intimate touching stopped and the rest of her normal measurements were taken. Seemingly hundreds of them. Heather, still floating from the sexual high she had been on, almost croaked out, "Is, is that all?

"Not quite my dear. Sit on the chair and raise your legs and hold them straight up by your head by the ankles. We must measure your pussy." Now this was getting very outrageous, but Heather had been warned.

Heather was quickly in the chair and had her legs up when the woman sat on the floor in front over her, between her raised legs and began to measure the length of her clit, thickness of lips, distance to her pink asshole. Setting the tools aside, she suddenly leaned forward. "Now, we must see them swollen from sex." And her tongue, surprisingly long, plunged into the now sopping pussy and began to eat her as she had never been eaten before. The orgasm hit in less than a minute, followed by two more. Her pussy was on fire. Between each orgasm, Jan would clamp the tools to the various parts and quickly write something down. Heather saw none of this, as her head was back and she was lost in the lust of the assault on her lower body. A drawer was opened and a series of dildos was produced, each one unusual as it had its size marked on the sides for length and end for diameter. These were introduced to both her pussy and ass in turn, in larger and larger sizes until each hole would stretch no more. Jan wrote down the sizes while one hand slowly pumped them in and out of each hole, stretched as Heather had never been stretched before. Her insides were stuffed full and the nerves were on fire, sending rapid fire pulses to her brain. Another massive orgasm was building up, her butt bouncing on the chair. Just as she almost reached the top, Jan stopped her thrusting and pulled Heather to her feet, dongs still firmly in place. Before she could resist in her dazed state, she was led to a rig of tubes, bars and dangling straps. In seconds, Jan had strapped her into rig so that it held her firmly upright, but let Heather's entire upper torso be exposed with nothing in the way. She just couldn't move or twist. Jan brought a bucket of a blue liquid over to the chair and began to smear it over Heather's still turgid chest. The breasts were swollen and the nipples stood up proudly. Heather was moaning. And the stimulation of the wet fingers sliding over the tender flesh awoke still more sensations.

"Please, please make me come. I need to come. Fuck me. Please fuck me."

Jan began to slowly pump the dildo in her pussy keeping Heather hanging on the edge of a climax, but always stopping just before she went over the edge. She kept building up the warm liquid on her front and over her shoulders. The liquid quickly began to gel and tighten slightly over the straining nipples and tits. As it tightened, the tingles it caused sent more sparks to Heather's frantic brain.

Now the butt dong was worked and Heather's muscles were trying to hump, but she couldn't move. This was exquisite agony. Front dong, then back dong. Always slowly and never fast enough for Heather's system to be pushed further up the tension scale. A perfect balance. Faster and she would come. Slower and she would begin to come down. The liquid got thicker and thicker. Now it was being applied to her pussy up to her waist and over her hips and butt, spreading around the stretched cracks, As it filled the spread holes, Jan pushed the dongs in till they hit the limit of Heather's body, and she left them there, with Heather groaning and gasping, hotter than she had been for a long, long time.

"Please. Please.' She was begging. Jan ignored her.

"These moulds must be as you are when you are as hot and full as you will ever be, or the lingerie will not do what you will require. You must endure a bit longer. It is pleasant to be fucked this way?"

"God, yes. Please... How.. long... must.... I.. wait?"

"One hour. Do not worry, I will give you some more pleasure to help pass the time. You will not believe how fast an hour can go by."

At that, she attached two thin wires to the end of each dong and turned on two switches on the workbench. The dongs were vibrators! The sudden tingle caused her to grunt and sigh. But never did the dongs vibrate hard or for long. First one, then both, then the other. Then silence. Then they were back. Heather would never believe she could hang on the edge of an orgasm like this, juice pouring from her cunt, but trapped inside by the now hardening coating, she swam in her come. She was floating and every nerve in her body was screaming for release. The minutes passed.

"Please."

"Thirty minutes. You are doing very well. Most are screaming by now and I have to gag them."

"On, please."

But there was no respite and then Jan was easing the now hard, but flexible thick shield of blue rubber from her upper torso. Then the lower. The pulling and tugging on the dongs as the rubber came off almost sent her off, but instead, she went even higher, snorting and grunting. Jan placed the two intimate moulds on the workbench and went back to the straining girl. Standing by her side, she took the two dongs, one in each hand, and leaned over and pulled the swollen and abused tit into her hot mouth and began to suck and rapidly fuck the girl.

In less than five seconds, Heather screamed and came. The pleasure centre in her brain exploded and she stopped breathing. Then, she passed out.

She came to just as Jan pulled a second set of moulds from her now fully relaxed body. Her mind cleared and Jan came over and released her from the rig.

"I now have all the measurements. There is a shower over there behind that door. Fresh towels are by the chair inside. You must wash off the residue on your skin, as it is a bit caustic if you do not remove it."

Heather showered and while she was out of sight, Amy slipped from the back room with a video tape in her bag. "That was some show!" she said as she passed Jan on the way out of the shop. Jan just smiled and reminded her, "Don't forget the extra thousand when you pay the bill. And that tape is for your private use only, understand?"

"Perfectly." And she was gone.

Heather came out to find Jan sitting in front of a computer terminal, inputting all the measurements into a data collection screen. Jan talked while she worked.

"The computer will study all the data and design the fabrics and cuts to obtain the proper effect. It will show me where to sew, what type of thread to use, what type to stitch and where and how many straps to fit. In two days, I will have the first half dozen sets of garments ready. You come back on Saturday in the afternoon at two o'clock. There."

She entered the last of the data and the computer began working. Jan got up and began taking the body moulds she had taken from Heather and began to create duplicates of Heather's body in plaster. In less than an hour, she had two perfect busts of Heather, one in her normal state, and one in a fully aroused state. The differences were quite visible. Swollen breasts, raised, turgid nipples, quite extended to almost an inch and a half, belly was somewhat tighter, and her pubic area was very swollen, completely open, and her clit stood up straight in front. Heather found herself staring.

"You are quite a challenge. How to hide all of that, but not get in the way of your enjoyment. And you must not show ever through the outer garments. I will say one thing, young lady. You have the sexiest body I've ever had through here. And believe me, I've seen a bunch. I wouldn't mind measuring you every day."

Heather ignored the last remark. "Thanks. I need to go on to the clothing store. Saturday at two o'clock, right?"

"Right. And tell Susan at the clothing store that the measurements are already in her computer."

"All of them?"

"No, only the ones she needs for her part. We do have some secrets in the business. Let her go figure out how I do this!"

"OK. See you Saturday. Bye!" And Heather left the store a bit drained, but determined to get through the next session as well.

The next shop was across town, and she took a taxi. In spite of her recent experience, the shower had freshened her. God, what kind of underwear are they fitting me for if they had to take body castings of me in heat like some wanton fleshpot? Maybe I AM a fleshpot? Jes, Jan had sure known her way around a woman's body. And she was so direct. There wasn't any pussy-footing around (she giggled at the silly pun she just made) with Jan. Need swollen tits? Suck them evenly until done. Need a body casting of a sexed up body? Suck it and fuck it until ripe, then maintain temperature until well done and the crust is hard! Her little dialogue continued, until the driver pulled up in front of a small shop on a side street. The curtains were pulled, but a small sign on the door simply said, "Custom Tailoring for Women, Come on In" and a smaller plastic sign sat over the door pull said "Open". She pulled the door open and stepped inside.

There were racks and racks of clothes in very neat rows, of styles and types for all occasions. No one was in sight, so she did a little browsing. Soon, she noticed that these were all the latest fashions for everything, from Milan, Paris, Tokyo. Stepped right off the pages of the fashion mags just hitting the streets in the last few days. And there were no price tags. Or, interestingly enough, sizes either. But the designer labels were there. Just one of these outfits was going to cost Amy more than than Heather's salary for an entire year. Ouch. Well, a couple of these would be fantastic.

She didn't notice the attractive brunette who had come up behind her, and she jumped when the brunette said, "Heather?".

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you and you startled me a bit. Hi! Yes, I'm Heather."

"Hello, my name is Susan. This is my shop. Do you like the things I have out? See anything you like for yourself?"

"Gosh, these are fantastic! I just got here. But from looking for a few minutes, I'll take them all!"

They both laughed. Susan said, "Amy has made arrangements for everything, so don't worry about anything other than whether the clothes are right for you and the circumstances. I pretty much know what we need to do for you on the business side of things, and you can guide me on the social side."

"Social side? Amy never mentioned that. So, we are going to select clothes for after work as well?"

"Oh, yes. Amy never does anything halfway."

Heather thought, God, you've got that right. At least, she's never done ME halfway yet. What an appetite that babe's got.

Susan went on, "Amy left it up to me to select a complete wardrobe for work. That will be at least thirty outfits, and as many pieces as we can put together. You should have enough parts to make up about one hundred arrangements, so you never ever appear the same way more than two or three times in a work season. Of course, next year, you replace everything. Mustn't get behind the times, you know. Everyone would notice."

Heather almost choked! Thirty designer outfits? Accessories to make up over one hundred! Then, on top of that, social clothes as well! The bill would be astronomical!

"As I said, Amy has taken care of everything financially. Yes, it is frightfully expensive, but there are ways of dealing with that. I dare say, this type of investment will earn her company back every dime in under a month, spent on the right person. And I can tell, just by looking at you, that she is choosing wisely."

Heather finally said, "I had no idea of what she had in mind. I mean the scale..."

Susan locked the front door and turned the sign to say "Closed". Coming back, she took Heather casually by the arm and guided her to the back of the store. "We will have a long day of it, so let's get you relaxed. Take off everything but your bra and panties so we can get right to work. Just put your things on the table there."

"Oh, Jan already measured me and sent the numbers over to your computer."

"Yes, I have them. And you, young lady, will be a challenge. I must tell you I don't believe I've ever met someone with quite your attributes. As a man might say, you are some package. I can't wait to see how Jan manages to do her part."

Heather blushed. "Thank you. But, I mean, I didn't do anything to get this way, it's just the way I was born."

"Yes, but God was having a good day when he waved his hand over you dear. It's just a bit unfair to the rest of us who have to work so hard, or, buy just a bit of what you have so naturally! Well, enough of this admiration. Oh, dear!"

Heather had just folded her skirt over the table and turned to face Susan. "What?" She leaned over to look past her boobs, and she too noticed the large wet stain in her crotch. "Oh, my gosh! I'm embarrassed!"

Susan just laughed. "No need. I see you are still doing a little daydreaming about Jan's measurement 'system'. Quite stimulating, wouldn't you say?"

Heather relaxed a bit. "Yes, you could say that."

"Would you believe she has people come in every month to just get their 'measurements checked'? Funny thing is, she's not into S&M or anything. She's bi, all right, but, if this is possible, given the way she does this, she is very professional with customers. She only does enough to get what she needs. I think she thinks these people ought to let her sister take care of them."

"Oh, her sister. I met her. Why her?"

"Turn this way. Her sister is into heavy S&M and is a dominatrix. To my knowledge, she is running at least three sex slaves right now. Two of them men. Stay away from her. I personally don't think she knows when enough is enough. I predict, sooner or later, she'll really hurt someone and then we will have a real mess on our hands in this town. Turn this way."

Susan just kept on working. Sex slaves? Wow. In spite of Susan's warnings, Heather realized she felt interested. Not to be a slave, she suddenly realized, to control one! And it scared her and she stopped thinking about it. She had felt that thrill before when she was in charge of the lovemaking, but had never let it take over.

Susan had felt the thrill go through Heather at the mere mention of sex slaves, and wondered if the kid was interested, or just scared. She said nothing about it and decided to change the subject.

"OK. Now we do some preliminary other dynamic measurements. No touching, I promise! Just step onto the stage here and do what I tell you. I'll explain what is happening as we go. The computer will do all the work as you move around. OK, now, here's what's going to happen."

"Umm. I've forgotten something. Let's see. Oh, of course. How stupid. The suit. You have to put on the suit." She went to a rack and selected a shiny silver spandex-like pantsuit and handed it to Heather. "Bra and panties off please. Try not to get too horny in this thing. They're a bitch to have cleaned. It's exactly one half size too small for you, which means it will be like a second skin. You don't have to wear it long, so just breath a bit shallow till it stretches out."

Peeled of the undies, she began to ease her long legs into the seemingly too small pant legs. And, after much gentle pulling, she got it on up to her crotch, then slide one arm in and pulled the suit up over her front and Susan held the material while she forced her left arm out the sleave. Her legs and arms felt like they were in a vice. Her buttocks were now gripped firmly, pulling the material tight across her stomach. And then, Susan told her to exhale as far as she could and hold. The zipper screamed closed at the base of her neck and her breasts were pulled firmly against her ribcage. She tried to breath in and was shocked and alarmed to find she couldn't get but a very small amount of air in her lungs. She began to gasp and take short, rapid breaths. Each inhalation caused her boobs to feel like they were made of solid rock as they were gripped and pushed back in resistance. Susan just held her hand while the suit grudging gave way against her body's efforts.

"There. Better. It has to be a second skin. Look in the mirror. See how shiny it is? We are going to bathe you in a series of very low intensity laser beams. The computer will make a baseline 3-D image of your body in exacting detail. Then, we will have you move around, walk, bend, reach over your head, and so forth, and the computer will make a continuous stream of measurements and store them. When we play it back, it will be able to accurately reproduce any body movement or angle in 3-D. Then, off comes the suit, and the computer will take the measurements of your body that Jan took and adjust its own files for you. In other words, your breasts will stop looking like they are being flattened, and so forth. There will be two of you, one normal and one aroused. It makes a difference up top, and sometimes, below for some outfits. Jan can compensate for some of the difference, and I cover up the rest."

"Then, we pick out outfits that seem to be correct for you. Colour, etc. The computer has the ability to create the exact same outfit in every detail and drape it correctly over your 3-D image. As we turn you, and bend you on the screen, the computer will demonstrate just how the fabric will move, fall, stretch, depending on the type of fabric, the cut and so on."

"I will tell it when to make adjustments to remove any problems, such as gapping, or hem lines moving around, and the computer will adjust the cut until the outfit is perfect. We then look at the same thing aroused and adjust, if necessary, until both images are the same appearance. Once we are satisfied, the cut and measurements are sent to the factory and an outfit is created exactly for you, to exactly the correct measurements for that fabric and your figure. A week later, we have it here and it fits you perfectly right out of the box. A pressing and it's yours."

Heather finally said, "Wow. Perfect fit and cut. Every time. No WONDER this is so expensive." She was running her hands over the silky texture of the outside of the suit and the sensation WAS making her horny. Her breasts were taut and the pressure was making her unusually aware of them. Her nipples were trying to extend, but were held firmly back. The new sensations were sending sparks through her skin. And instantly, she knew she was wet again.

Susan was laughing, still looking down at the monitor, "Actually, it cuts costs enormously. There is absolutely no waste. I just raise the prices to make them pay for the miracle. And they love the look, and pay through the nose. OK, laser is on. Let's start. Stand for one minute till it beeps, then move around. Great. HEY! Stop the fondling!"

Her eyes went to Heather's crotch and she sighed. Too late. The kid was soaked again.

"I'm sorry," Heather said. "I just started to feel really horny. All the tightness and the unusual feel of the material really turns me on."

"Yeah, I know. Look, you might as well keep it on, if you like. I'll have to get it cleaned anyway now. And you look like you are really getting off on it."

But Heather barely heard her. As she boldly ran her hands over the outside of her of her tightly constrained breasts, thrilling to the feel of their hardness, and the sensations of her fingers through the fabric ran like a hot flame and a wonderful warm feeling spread across her chest. And just like that, the heat in her thighs rose in a wave and poured through her pussy and into her stomach, the orgasm causing her to whimper with satisfaction and surprise. As her head cleared, Susan's voice came back into focus.

"OK. Can we stop playing 'let's get off' and get back to work? Heather, we have got to get focused here and do what we set out to do. Now, straighten up. Hands off your tits. By your side. Let's do the baseline again."

Heather grinned. "Wow. Some suit. I just orgasmed!"

"I know. I'm wet myself from watching you. Jesus. OK. There's the beep. ONLY move the way I tell you. The script doesn't call for body touching, young lady, so no sneak attempts at another orgasm, OK?"

"Got it. OK. But, it still makes me hot. How does it do that? Can I buy one of these? Maybe I better not. I'd never take it off."

"To be honest, everyone that puts it on notices it makes them horny. I think it must have something to do with the way it feels like silk and never grabs, the pressure it puts on the erogenous zones and the fact that when you touch yourself, it creates static electricity that flows through the suit and is felt by your sensitive parts as tiny shocks that you can't really consciously feel, but that your mind interprets as sexual stimulation. And, no, you can't have it or buy it. I paid a lot for it and THAT is one invention of my own that makes me better at this process than anyone else in the world right now."

And for the rest of the day, she demonstrated that she was the best in the world. They worked hard selecting the outfits, have the computer do the modelling and adjustments as Susan's expert eye caught all the little things in the cuts and flow of the garments that looked bad from certain angles and movements and had the computer adjust. Some of it was like magic, knowing what to adjust where to get the effect she wanted. The personal clothes for social occasions were from formal gowns to sun suits, and one very, very sexy slinky red dress that had them both saying 'fantastic' and getting wet from watching the 3-D image move around on screen in the 'aroused' view. Susan pushed back from the desk.

"I'm sitting here dreaming I'm peeling that dress off you and sucking on those spectacular boobs of yours. I don't think I can take any more of that, or I'll jump you."

Heather's breath caught at the woman's words, as she wanted to be fucked so badly at that moment, and wished Susan would turn to her and take her. But Susan didn't make the move.

Reluctantly, Heather peeled off the body suit slowly after Susan unzipped her. The heavy sweet smell of her cum hung in the room from the wet crotch as she hung it over the back of a chair to dry, unable to meet Susan's eyes.

"Couldn't resist a few more orgasms, I see," Susan remarked.

"I...I didn't really do anything, honest. They...They just kept happening. Not that they weren't nice or that I tried to stop them."

"Well, doesn't matter if you get it a little wet, or a lot wet. By the way, you smell wonderful. You must be a delight in bed."

"Thanks." She couldn't think of anything else to say. Why didn't Susan just take her in her arms and make love to her? God knows, she wanted it and was ready enough! But, she dressed and Susan made busy on the computer, saving and transmitting files to the factories.

"Heather, a word of advice?"

"Yes?"

"These clothes, and how you got them? Amy has a lot of motives for getting them for you. And having you look nice and professional is only a minor one. She is putting all this stuff on the company books, in her name. The clothes only fit you. If for any reason things don't work out at the firm, just keep the clothes. Let Amy worry about the rest. Giving back the clothes would solve nothing for her. You might as well have the enjoyment. Just so you know."

"Are you sure that would be right?"

"Positive. Amy is a big girl taking chances. If she gets caught, stay out of the line of fire and keep a low profile." As she said it, her eye caught Heather's magnificent profile and Heather noticed where she was looking, and they both laughed.

"Right! I'll need that suit for that. Any chance you'll change your mind about....?"

"Not a chance. Now get out of here so I can finish up and get something to eat. I'm beat."

"Thanks for everything Susan. I can't wait to see the clothes and try them on. Two weeks you said?"

"Yeah, the early ones will be two weeks. The rest over a two or three week period. Maybe one or two longer. And you don't actually try them on. There is no need. They always fit perfectly. Jan's underwear will take care of that for you. I can't wait to hear your reaction to how that stuff feels. If you thought the suit was good, just wait.....off with you now." And she gave Heather a kiss on the cheek and the door shut and she locked it.

Heather went back to school and hit the books. Her mind kept drifting back to the suit as an idle hand began to take her on the stairway to another orgasm. The ancient history of Rome started to blur in her mind as the sensations of her hand between her legs drove her concentration from her. It would be a late night.

Susan returned to the computer terminal and sat. There was one last outfit she wanted for Heather. It would be a personal gift to a special lady. She was always attracted to beautiful, sexy women, being bi and all, but even she was surprised at how strongly she had felt attracted today. It had taken all of her willpower to be professional and get the work done and keep her hands off Heather.

The material was impossible, the computer recalculated again and again the cuts and lines, and she struggled for hours to get it to work, and finally, it came together. As the 3-D picture turned and moved around the screen, Susan finally gave in to the lust she had built up all day, and a hand disappeared into the top of her slacks. It took only moments before a powerful orgasm tightened her muscles and she groaned loudly. The second orgasm was stronger than the first and she yelled out. And, ten minutes later, her hand on one nipple, pulling at the nipple savagely, and the other flicking her sensitive clit, she felt a tidal wave roll up from her thighs, slam into her stomach and explode in her brain. She screamed. The designer clothes on the long racks absorbed the sound and a passerby in the street heard nothing.

At work the next day, Amy suggested they go over the final plans for the presentation, which they did, and then they trooped down to the presentation room and ran two rehearsals with all the equipment, slides, multimedia gear. They made a final list of last minute things to do from the experience. Amy made a casual suggestion that Heather stop over to her place after work and she would loan her one of her outfits for the meeting, as Heather's clothes would take a while yet.

Amy's apartment was a neat and perfect as Amy, of course. Heather didn't exactly expect anything else. They poured a drink of soda and relaxed in the living room with some nice music, then went to the bedroom and began going through Amy's extremely extensive wardrobe. In the end, with three different possible outfits selected, Heather pulled off her skirt and blouse and tried each on. They selected a dark blue, conservative jacket/skirt combination that came just to the top of her knee. A tuck in the back took up the slight slack from Heather's smaller waist, and the jacket hung perfectly. A white satin blouse buttoned at the neck went well, and they hung the items back on hangers for Heather to take home.

Amy's hands lingered for a moment on Heathers bare shoulders as she helped her slip the blouse off from the front. She reached slowly past Heathers ears and as her fingers began removing the clasp and pins holding Heather mane in a tight roll behind her, she moved forward and began gently kissing her.

Heather dropped the blouse on the bed and responded by running her hands up and down the back of Amy's blouse, fingers releasing the small buttons. She found the clasp at the back of the skirt and released it. Amy stopped kissing her for a moment and the skirt dropped off and she laid it gently on the bed. Heather's long hair fell down and she shook her head with a toss and it released into a dark waterfall on to her skin. Goose bumps rose from it's touch and she felt a thrill in her spine.

They came back together and Amy began to run her tongue in and out of Heather's mouth, her hot saliva mixing with Heather's, slowly fucking her tongue, then bitting her lips. Heather's tongue flowed into Amy's mouth, and they stood for minutes, tied erotically by the touch and growing passion as their tongues embraced each other, sliding over one another. Both were groaning.

Heather's bra fell away as the rear hooks were suddenly free under Amy's practised touch, the shoulder straps and cups somehow falling forward and off between them. Amy tried to find the hooks on Amy's bra, both front and rear, and suddenly realized she couldn't find any. She pulled back for a moment to figure out what to do, and was amazed to see a small network of very thin straps over the shoulders. No clasps in the front or back were visible.

Amy laughed. "Micro-Velcro. Invisible." She reached between the cups and twisted the fabric hard and with a tearing sound, the material parted. Heather went to reach and touch the end of the fabric, but Amy just tossed the bra aside and flowed back into Heather's arms. Their large breasts merged, and pressed into each other, flattening, pushing swollen flesh under their arms, nipples pressing hard against each other. Heather's nipples ached to be touched.

Amy moved the other clothes off the bed to a chair and had Heather remove her panties. She sad Heather on the edge of the bed and kneeled in front of her, kissing her hair, shoulders, arms and face on the way down. Heather put her hands behind Amy's head and guided her lips to her left nipple and cried out as the hot, eager lips parted and inhaled the hard tit. She gave a violent start as Amy's teeth took the nipple prisoner and her tongue rasped the long projection from the bottom. Again and again, the tongue took her nipple. Then, she moved to the other breast and began there. It was already there and waiting at full length. In less than a minute, Heather was panting and moaning, and whispering, eyes closed.

"Ummmm. Oh. Nice. Very nice. Yes. So hot. I'm so hot. I'm hot for you to fuck me. My pussy is hot. Don't make me wait. I can't wait. I need you to. Suck me. Suck. Me. I....need....Yes.....," it was a continuous stream of babble now.

And Amy didn't make her wait. Even as she pulled the turgid nipple as deep into her throat as she possibly could, she began to ease Heather's panties off her hips and Heather lifted one hip at a time in a gently rocking motion to give her clearance. They fell at Heather's feet.

As if by, signal, Heather fell slowly backwards and Amy's kisses moved down her stomach and then, Heather's legs opened and the heavenly probing tongue found Heather's long clit and flicked across it. Heather was ready, and her hips rose to invite more. And Amy gave it to her. Steady flicking and she felt Heather stiffen and shudder, and she pulled the long clit into her mouth and washed it with her tongue and pulled it with her cheeks. That was more than enough for Heather and she came very intensely. One leg lifted and settled on Amy's shoulder, and then the other followed on the other side, and Amy ate her with abandon, drinking the flow of cum with great slurping sounds and groans. Heather came again, and then, harder, again.

Amy moved up and straddled Heather's stomach and leaned over and her own large breasts hung down to Heather. Heather ran her hands up Amy's sides and finally gathered one breast in both hands and pressed the straining nipple into her mouth. Moving from breast to breast, the nipples were pulled and tongued until Amy needed to have more. She rolled off Heather, who, in a single motion, rolled with her and then Heather was kissing her and moving down. As she settled into Amy's steamy bush, Amy was shouting for Heather to fuck her.

The neighbours next door never complained about Amy's shouting during sex. And shout she did in private. In truth, the neighbors would become deeply aroused by Amy's quite public display of lust, and many a night, they would fall on each other after Amy's orgasm and have energetic sex for hours. For a long retired couple, it amazed even them. But they never discussed it. Amy knew they could hear her. And she always smiled at them both when they passed in the hall. Someday, she intended to invite them in for a soda and let them get to know her...better? Better than what?

But for now, they were getting to know that Amy was having a talented woman fuck her with an expert tongue and fingers, and Amy shouted and groaned like a wild banshee as she came and flooded the bed under her with the cum Heather simply couldn't take down fast enough. And Heather just took her again, and again. She wanted them both to get an "A" on the presentation the next day.

Much later, as Heather went down the hall, a short, older man opened his door and said to her as she passed, "It's a treat to have a delightful young lady such as yourself come visit on our floor. Please come again soon." And he was smiling and nodding his head. His eyes looked a bit unfocused.

Heather responded politely, "Thank you. I believe I'll be back quite soon. Nice to meet you." And she entered the elevator and was gone.

The man closed the door and headed for his bedroom where his wife was still cleaning up the cum from their urgent love making. Even as he approached her, she dropped the tissues and reached for his cock. God, she thought, the man must think I'm a sex fiend.

The old man smiled as her mouth closed over his enlarging penis. Finally, after all these years, the sex was good again. No, it was outstanding. He corrected himself again as his cock turned rigid. It was fucking outstanding.



The presentation went like clockwork. No matter what the customer asked, they had a chart, or an answer prepared and up on the screen in seconds. Heather worked the machines quietly in back and never missed a beat. Having memorized the slide positions in the electronic presentations, as well as having an index up on her screen in the back, Amy could begin speaking on any topic and only a second or two later, the appropriate material would appear on the screens behind her, like they had rehearsed it to actually go this way.

And, with all the technical elements happening so smoothly, Amy's pitch hit the customer with full impact and it was obvious they were very impressed.

"Amy, and Heather of course," the customer turned to acknowledge her. Heather smiled and nodded. "That is a most impressive set of marketing ideas for our product. I like it. I like it a LOT. In fact, I'm sold. You have our account as of this minute."

Heather could see Amy almost leap into the air with joy. She'd show that bastard in the executive suite, and she did. Heather was so happy for Amy.

"On two conditions." There followed a short silence.

"One. You must leave your firm and start your own. I'll bring my account to you to get started with a five year contract for starters, and a large amount of up-front money. I'm tired to the rest of the non-producers at this firm taking my money and not helping me."

Heather felt her heart fall. She wouldn't be working with Amy any more. She knew in a second that Amy would accept. She deflated.

"And the other?" Amy was smiling. Yes, she accepted number one.

"You must tell me and my staff just how you made the backdrops and filmy transparencies in the presentations. Whatever you did, the effect is mesmerizing, and I know I'm in mixed company here and don't mean to give offense, but they are downright sensual and very erotic. Did anybody else pick up on that?"

The other four people in the room, two men and two woman all nodded quite vigorously. "Yes, quite stimulating. I keep thinking they remind me of something, but I can't figure out what. There isn't anything to make out, but, still..."

Amy looked at Heather. Heather suddenly realized she would have to tell them, and she got very nervous and scared. "Well.."

Amy realized that Heather was stalling, but, hell, make up something, anything kid, but give them an answer. She was practically teleporting herself into Heather's brain to tell her to make it good.

Heather told it straight. "It was the underwear that gave me the idea. You sell underwear. People put their..", she looked at the group, and pressed ahead, "pussies and cocks in the underware, so.." Amy mouthed OH MY GOD, PLEASE NO '..I found a nice picture of an average, hard cock and overlayed it on an image of an engorged pussy with the lips fully spread on either side of the cock...." HOLY SHIT!! SHE DID!! WE'RE DEAD!!!...."with the cock head just under the raised clit. Then, I ran the image through a series of morphing steps until the cock merged into the pussy and pussy merged into the cock and you really couldn't tell what the hell they were any more, no matter how hard you tried. But, your brain somehow subconsciously knows, because women see the picture and get wet and don't know why, and men see the picture and get hard, and don't know why. I tested it and no one ever came close to knowing what it was. Then, I just created a series of transparancies that wash out most of the color, but leave behind a bit of the texture. The people still react to the texture." She was proud of what she had done. And as she was explaining it, she knew they were probably in deep shit with the customer. To say nothing of it being embarrassing. Amy would hate her. Oh, crap. It wasn't supposed to turn out this way!

Amy actually sat down as her legs gave way. The customer remained silent for a moment. "You tested it? And no one ever figured it out?"

"Never. I gave it to a hundred people. I had my fiends in the graphics lab trying to pull back the original images from the pictures. They couldn't do it. And the transparancies are hopeless. And these are some serious computer graphics freaks. I mean, not that my friends are..."

He held up his hand and started laughing. "Well, I thought we must be the only firm in the world that talked about cocks and pussies, and off course boobs and tits, behind closed doors as a normal part of the day! I must say that you have surprised and delighted and me that you understand our business and it's language so well, and are not afraid to demonstrate it at your own firm."

"Heather, that was an outstanding idea. And I want a copy of one of those pictures and transparancies to hang on my wall to frustrate people. This aid campaign will kill them."

Heather's heart leaped with relief. It wasn't going to kill them, it helped sell even more. She looked at the rest of the customer's staff and one of the women had made a short note and slid it down toward her. She casually slid the pad over and it said. "Babe, I'm hot as hell and I know you did it. I want a copy of the picture, ALL the transparancies, and YOU. Meet me in the ladies room on the floor below in ten minutes after the meeting breaks. I won't disappoint you. Kathy". Heather folded the note and put it in her pocket.

The customer spoke again. "Amy, I must add one more condition, I'm afraid."

Amy was smiling again, but a small cloud crossed her face. What now?

"Heather must join your team. I realize that she is an intern here, and of course, the decision is her's, but I think we can jointly make it financially attractive for her, and she will get the experience she needs. Heather would you consider it?"

Heather smiled. "Where she goes, I follow!" And they all laughed. "Now..." her eyes locked with Kathy's for an instant, "I have a couple of requests here to be serviced and I better excuse myself to get you out of here on time. It's been a pleasure meeting you all and I hope we get a chance to know each other much better." Kathy winked at her as she broke eye contact and gathered up her things and left. Amy was closing the deal and beginning the first steps to setting up her first contract.

Kathy was waiting in the last stall in the little used bathroom on the empty floor. As she worked Heather's blouse free and the surging mounds came into full view, her breath did a sharp intake and her hands filled with firm flesh. "God, you're magnificent." And her one hand slide down into Heather's panties and a finger slid directly into Heather's Mons and found the rapid rising clit. "God, your clit too? I can't wait for us to work together." And in the next thirty minutes, in the stall, she brought Heather off many times with an almost animal urgency of lust. As Heather floated off into a cloud of sensations and fireworks, the idle thought crossed her mind that any company that discussed cocks, tits, and pussies all day will be a wonderful company to do business with. Look what they had done for her already!

Amy left the firm officially the next day, and they used the undergarment factory as temporary quarters until they found a place to lease. As Amy was very busy hiring people and getting incorporated, Heather found her unavailable for company, but Kathy more than made up for it. Kathy responded to Heather's body like she was born to serve it and nothing else. And Heather responded to the urgent lovemaking with her own lust, leaving Kathy delightfully exhausted as well.

The following week, her underwear came in and it was indeed a unique experience to wear. It felt like a hundred fingers were caressing and pinching her ever-so-lightly every time she moved at all, and it felt wonderful. The bra was an engineering miracle, giving her amazing support (not that she really needed it yet), and always gently moving her around so as to not break the line of the clothing overgarments, all the while feeling like she was gently encompassed in sild. The various types of panties did the same. And everything expanded and absorbed her aroused condition without doing anything other than making her even more aroused. Just walking around the office, she felt like there were ten of Amy or Kathy stroking her all over. Orgasms just came and went with great regularity. Kathy always found her deep aroused, and it only increased her own lust.

The outfits and other clothes all came in to Jan's over the weeks and almost every night and soon she had a wardrobe to chose from that most women would kill to have. Heather was a knockout in every one of them, and they were perfectly tailored. She and Jan would drink a glass of wine and then Heather would head home with her new things.

Toward the end of the Summer, a large, heavy box arrived at her apartment on a Saturday afternoon. She had no idea what it was, since all the clothes and accessories had already come and were put away.

She broke the string and lifted the lid. There was a card on top. She took it from the envelop and read, "Heather, you were gone that first night before I figured it out. I could see I had it backwards. This special outfit is for you, from me alone. Wear it only to have fun (fun was underlined twice). I have a deep feeling it will bring much of it into your sweet life. Promise some day to stop by and let me see you in it. Come at night. And plan to stay a while. I have placed the dressing instructions on a sheet of paper, as well as the care guide. Love, Susan."

Heather carefully spread the items from the box out on the bed and in the bottom, found the shoes to match. She was completely soaked with cum from excitement as each item emerged and revealed itself. She ran her hands over the material and explored it. Reading the dressing instructions, she put her hair up exactly as instructed and pulled off all of her clothes, including her underwear. Drying between her legs (useless, she knew, but she had to try), she pulled on the pants very slowly, revelling in the feel on her skin. She pulled on the belt and buckled it closed. Then the top, carefully easing her breasts into the perfectly shaped cones built just to receive their exact shape. Her nipple extended out into the open from each tip. Then, the shoulder high arm gauntlets. And finally, the high heels. At last, she stood up and pulled on the last piece over her head and put on the collar. She could feel the cum just pouring down her legs again from the excitement.

Trembling, she walked over and stood in front of the floor length mirror and looked at herself. The black leather hood with the Stirling silver studs revealed her sparkling eyes, her hair emerging into a tight brush from the rear and being pulled up and over the top like the wild fan of some beast. The thick leather collar, again with large silver studs, circled her long neck, enhancing her hood. The torso bodice was moulded to her perfectly, revealing every line of her upper body, with a few strategically placed holes here and there to give more than just a peek-a-boo look. And her nipples pointed straight out in a mesmerizing way, extended in her excitement to their full length, drawing your eyes back to her tits no matter how hard you tried to look elsewhere.

A small gap of taut skin appeared and then a black studded belt, and then the leather pants, glued to her. Even the dimples of her ass were perfectly defined. The pants flowed up into the crack of her ass and the seam was pressed firmly against her rear door. The seam flowed to just below her pussy, and split, leaving her pussy fully exposed. The seam rejoined just above her hairline. The wild bush of dark hair contrasted to the polished finish of the rest of the black leather on the rest of her body. And on her feet were high black leather heels and they overlapped the bottom on the leather on her legs just a bit.

A clear trail of cum was running down the inside seam of the pants as her excitement grew. Yes. Yes. Susan was right. THIS was what she wanted. Her strength grew and her feeling of power expanded. She reached into the box and lifted the last item.

At that moment, there was a brief knock on the door and a key in the lock.

"HI! Honey, I got lonely over at the college and missed you so much, can I spend the....Holy Shit. H o l y S H E I T."

Heather was standing looking down at her, hands on her hips and head back. Her right hand held a whip.

"Shut that door and eat me out, you beautiful, wanton bitch!" Traci pushed the door shut quickly and threw her bag on the floor. Her pussy was already soaked before she could take the five steps and kneel before the exotic figure before her. Her tongue slid into Heather like a hot rapier and Heather gasped.

YES. This is the way it would be for Traci from now on. I will decide what games we play. And make Traci happier than she has ever been.

And Traci held her leather clad ass in both hands and feasted at the Mons of her young Mistress.

PART 20

Heather sat on the edge of the bed and carefully folded the cleaned leather top and placed it back in the box. Traci had left only a few hours before, ending their day of games with Heather the Mistress and Traci the more than willing sex slave. Even now, as tired as she was, Heather felt a chill go down her back at the thought of the power and excitement she felt in guiding Traci from one sexual encounter to another, always being sure Traci was getting more pleasure than Heather was demanding in return.

It amazed Heather to see how responsive Traci had been to being a slave, taking orders, performing sexual acts on her body. Traci had clearly been deeply aroused the entire time. And, it scared her. She had never before had such control over someone else. She was tired, and felt confused. School would start soon and she felt off centre. And the Summer's internship experiences hadn't exactly helped her settle down.

Into the box she placed Susan's note, and replaced the cover and placed the heavy box high on the shelf in her closet. She stood staring at it for a long time, then closed the door to the closet. At her desk, she took out some personal stationary and wrote a long note of thanks to Susan. Knowing she would want to know, she put in some of the details of the games she and Traci had played, how wonderful they had been, and promised a personal recounting of the night and day soon. She sealed the envelope and placed it near her purse and bag.

She wrote another short note to Traci. "Traci, dearest; I had a wonderful, erotic time with you this past day. In fact, the sex and spirit of the day were both fantastic and scary to me, somehow. I think I've tapped into some part of my personality that I know little about. It has left me both tired physically (smile) and emotionally and I need to sort things out before school starts next week. I'm going down to my folks' place at the beach till the end of the week. I'll be by when I get back. I'll miss you. Love, Heather"

She locked the door, dropped the note to Susan in the corner mailbox and stopped by Traci's apartment on the way out of town, sliding the other note under the door quietly, then driving down to the beach.

She stopped for food and a couple of beach read books and soon was settled in at the beach house for the week. She made sure all the doors were locked and everything was as it always was, then went for a long, long walk on the beach. Just as she was turning to go back in the darkening evening, she noticed a man several hundred yards away who was doing something with a net in the surf, but she couldn't make it out. Tired, she turned back.

After a late meal, she cleaned up and decided to get cleaned up for the night and then read for a while. Usually, she enjoyed showers as a chance to not only get clean, but enjoy the spray on her sensitive skin, particularly the areas around her nipples. Her hands and fingers would always generate a large amount of lather from a bar of soap, then spread it lovingly and gently over her body, lingering everywhere her long fingers would remember were special. Showers always ended with a satisfying orgasm to release the tension built up from all the teasing.

Tonight, the shower was brief. Pulling on a long cotton nightgown and drying her long hair, then brushing it out. She settled into the living area with one of her books and a glass of wine, with soft music playing on the radio. And then, after only a few hours, she put out the lights and slid into the sheets of her bed. Skipping her usual ritual of a long build-up to a clitoral orgasm to help relax her, she closed her eyes, hugged her favourite stuffed animal to her, and almost instantly was asleep.

And the week was much the same. Long walks, reading, some TV, some shopping for more food. She knew she was down and needed a change. But couldn't put her finger on what it was.

Two days before she left the beach, she went for another long walk and again spotted the stranger casting a net into the surf. This time, she walked down and stood and watched. The man was not much older than her, with a lean swimmers build and not a trace of fat anywhere on his body as he worked. On the sand were large glass jars in a holder on some sort of sleigh with a rope to pull it.

"Hey! Would you bring out one of the empty jars?"

Heather pulled one of the jars from the holder and waded into the surf until she reached him. He flashed her a dazzling smile and took the jar from her. "Thanks. I'm Eric."

"Heather. What are you doing?"

"Plankton count in the surf for doctoral research. Every low tide. This is the easy part. Then time to do the counts." He looked her over.

"You're very beautiful!" He had to shout over the crash of the surf. He was quickly filling the jar from the output of the net and replacing the lid.

"Thanks!" And she almost told him he wasn't bad looking himself. And shocked herself at the mere thought. She never dated men. They never asked her. Or did she let them know somehow they were wasting their time?

And then they waded out of the surf and Eric put the jar into the sled and looked up. "Every see plankton?"

"No. I mean, not live. Pictures on TV."

"Come join me up at the cottage and you can count some for me. I'm going blind. Just up here. No funny business, promise." Eric looked at her confidently and started to pull the sled without waiting for her answer.

And she was going to say no from reflex, but stopped herself and followed along. The cottage turned out to be an old one from the 1950's, run down, but having that air about it from the days when all there was out here was sand, water, and the fishing. Eric put the jars down and began to make up slides with practised ease while she watched. Putting one into a microscope, he adjusted it and slid out of his chair.

"Here. Now I focused on one right in plan view." His hard chest pressed into her back as he leaned forward to work a control on the microscope. For the first time in a week, a spark of excitement pulled on her nipples and she felt her pussy get warm. God, it's a GUY for God's sake! Calm down. You never get interested in guys. But the contact was getting all her attention and she was having a hard time concentrating on the slide, or her words.

"Yes, I see it." It looked like a miniature shrimp, almost transparent.

"Good. Now run these controls slowing all the way from stop to stop, then turn this control one quarter turn, and then the other stop to stop, until you have looked slowly at the entire slide. Count every plankton you see."

And he pulled away, leaving a burning sensation on her back and she wanted him to return. But she started to count. And for an hour, he handed her slides and she counted. As she got better, it went faster. Two hours later, they were done and he finished recording the data in his field book, and went and opened the refrigerator.

"Beer or wine?"

"Wine would be nice. Why count all these plankton?"

"Well, I am building a theory that the numbers are decreasing for certain reasons and I need baseline data to support it. My thesis is due in six months and I haven't even finished the research yet. This is my last chance for data. I go to school at a university over on the other coast, but a friend had this place for the Summer, so here I am. Wrong coast, but the theory should be valid regardless of the ocean or beach."

He handed her a glass of wine. "And you?"

"Junior at the local college. Art major. I worked the Summer as an intern for an ad agency doing multimedia graphics and that sort of thing. I have to be back at school in two days." She took a long drink.

"Umm. I'm starved. Would you agree to stay and have dinner with me? I'm a good cook and would love the company." He looked very hopeful.

"Yes, that would be nice. I've been alone all week myself." Damn, she shouldn't have told him that. But, he seemed harmless. After all, he hadn't made any moves yet, anyway.

And dinner he did fix. Five courses, and it was all delicious. They laughed and horsed around in the kitchen making it all and then cleaning it up. And suddenly, they were back in the living room standing facing each other and she was wondering....

"Listen, I know I said no funny business, and I'm a man of my word, but my soul is never going to let me have peace the rest of my life unless I at least try to kiss the most beautiful woman I've been lucky enough in my life to meet."

He approached her and she knew she wanted him to do it, so she tilted her head back and he kissed her gently, lingeringly, a hand on each of her shoulders. He finally pulled back and gazed into her eyes.

"Wow. My soul..."

"Eric, my soul is never going to be at rest unless your soul," she put her hand on his hard chest" is completely satisfied. Kiss me again." Gosh, what am I doing? she wondered as she was saying it.

And he did. This time, his arms went around her and her full chest flattened against his, the contrast of soft on hard adding to the flood of new sensations now flooding her loins. She missed the swell of another woman's breasts pushing on and in between her own, adding to the wonderful cushion of flesh between their bodies. His cock was hard now and pressed firmly into her stomach. For her, also a completely new sensation. And one that had her pussy beginning to drip.

His tongue worked her mouth roughly and wetly, and he moved to her neck. Her breath was already coming in short gasps and he pulled away. "Heather, I really meant..."

"I know. It's my choice. Love me." And they moved together then walked to the back bedroom and he pulled her to him again. The kissing was more urgent and he rapidly pulled the buttons on her sweater open and pulled the sweater from her. As he saw her breasts for the first time, he quickly began to suck the nipples and she felt the sparks shooting. But he was going from place to place too fast, leaving her hanging and wanting more at each tender spot she was focusing on. And then, the sensations were somewhere else and she flowed toward them, then again he moved on.

"Slow down!" she wanted to scream, but he was now pulling off his shirt and shorts. His cock was standing straight out and, while not overly large, was nicely shaped. She reached out and took it in her hand, caressing it slowly. Maybe a slow hand job will give him the idea, she thought. She backed slowly onto the bed and sat down.

He joined her in the bed and moved over her, kissing her breasts and quickly moved to rubbing her pussy with sand roughened fingers, pulling and scratching her slightly. And then, he moved her legs apart and he began to mount her. She was not really ready. Wet, very aroused. But, it was so fast. Not like....

Somewhere, somehow a condom had made its way onto his cock, and he penetrated her quickly. She groaned at the suddenness of her organs being moved rudely out of the way and he tightened his arms around her. His weight pressed her down, and his hips began to pump, her pussy raising and lowering to meet him. Her clit, now beginning to extend, was being pinched against him each time he slammed down, and hurt instead of sending her flying. But the sliding of his hot cock inside her was good. Very nice. Definitely better than her toys. Well, most of them, anyway. And none of them generated all this heat. God, he was a hot poker inside her. She moaned.

Toys can't duplicate that heat, she thought in quick moment. Enjoy this. You've always wondered. Eric, slow down. Please slow down. I want to experience the sensations and learn to go with them.

He was missing all her cues and drove on, his tempo picking up. Concentrating her own passion was finally rising to meet his at last and she felt the familiar warm tunnel of lust begin to suck her down into it. But, his hard buns under her hands and roughness of his hands kept distracting her, slowing her slide, blocking her relaxation. This could be so nice, so different, but she was not in control here.

And then, without warning, he came. He stiffened and shook, pelvis driving against her hard several times. And then, he rolled off her. NO! I'm not done yet! Just a little more. Shit! Shit! Her brain was screaming at him. But it was over. He rubbed her arm a few more times, and kissed one nipple. Her pussy was aching for release and she felt totally frustrated. Soon, he got up and dressed. She cleaned herself up and also dressed and went and joined him in the living room.

And she found she had nothing to say to him. He seemed uncomfortable that she was still there, so she suggested she leave.

And he walked her back to her cottage in the dark and kissed her and said, "That was the best. I can't believe I just meet you and have to leave in the morning. Let me write my address for you. There. I'll call you at school. Promise." And he was a dark shape walking down the beach.

"So, Heather my dear," she was talking to herself as she walked inside, "you wanted to know all these years if it would be different with a man? Any questions?" And she laughed. And stood at the top of the steps in the doorway still trying to make out his shape in the distance. And she cried a little. It was textbook. Very nice, but....yes, very nice in a way. Not long enough. And now, she was amazed she could still feel him up inside her. A phantom cock, still pushing at her insides, sliding in and out. Definitely not long enough. He'd never know what he just walked away from. She could have gone all night if only knew how she felt and how aroused she'd been and known how to please her.

She cleaned up and showered, dried her hair and went back out on the darkened porch and sat with her feet up on the railing. A very gentle breeze blew her skirt up and the tendrils of wind teased her pussy and the backs of her thighs. Her hair blew around her in the wind, and most of it ended up covering her breasts. The very long pink nipples stood up against the cotton fabric of the thin blouse, but she made no attempt at self stimulation. She sat that way for a long time and went to bed and fell instantly to sleep.

The next day, she cleaned up the cottage and emptied the frig, and read on the beach and swam a lot. The beach was totally deserted now, so she felt a bit lonely as evening came. Dinner also included a bottle of light wine and she went to bed a bit tipsy.

In the morning, she packed her things, locked up the cottage and left the key with the real estate office on her way out. The long drive back to her apartment was uneventful. She put her things away and discovered two messages on her answering machine.

One was from her Mom. "Hi, dear. Just to let you know we're back from our trip and it was great. We had a message here from Traci saying you were at the beach for the week and needed to be alone. I hope you are fine and please call me when you get in. Traci sounded a bit worried about you. You know she cares a great deal for you, and frankly, I think you two make a darling couple. Call me."

"Darling couple?" She knew they were lovers? How? She had only mentioned Traci a couple of times in letters, or on the phone. Well, the cat was out of the bag now, she thought. Mom wanted to talk about her lover.

The second call was from Traci. "Hi. When you get back, stop over and tell me what's up. Missed you all week. A LOT! See you later, I hope."

She dialled home first, taking a deep breath as the phone started to ring. "Hello?" It was her Mom.

"Hi, it's Heather. I'm back from the beach and ready for school tomorrow."

"I'm so glad. Sounds like you had an exciting Summer and I can't wait to hear all about it. Suppose we drive down next weekend and all go out to dinner?"

"That'd be great Mom! I've missed you and Dad all Summer. Seemed strange to be out on my own and never get to see you."

"We felt the same way and talked about you everyday. By the way, why don't you invite Traci to join us."

Ah. There was the other shoe. "Mom, I mean, we never...you've never said anything..."

Her mother interrupted, "Dear, I've known since you were thirteen and the only friends you ever had were girls. I used to have to change your sheets almost every morning once your hormones kicked in full time and you started to masturbate and had someone sleep over!"

"MOM!"

"I don't mean to shock you, but you must think we're blind. Anyway, you're not the first in the family, so I think we know how to handle everything. You have our full love and support, always have and always will. I will miss planning a wedding, though!" She laughed.

Heather thought about Eric in that second. "Well, don't be too quick to eliminate that. I. Well. I don't think it's just girls any more. I'm a bit confused about that right now." Wait, did she say not the first in the family? Who...?

"Oh. Well, whatever is the right answer for you will be fine with us, you can rest assured. Now, don't forget to invite Traci. Got to run. See you next Saturday night. You pick the place."

"OK. I'm sure Traci will love to come. I hope you like her. See you then!"

And she hung up. And sat for a long time thinking about Traci, Eric, boys, girls. And decided one thing for sure. She was horny as hell. And felt back to herself.

It was late as she pulled up at Traci's apartment house. She could see from the windows that the lights weren't on, not a good sign. When alone, Traci lit up the place like a stage for fear of burglars and rapists. So, for certain, she wasn't home. And her car wasn't anywhere to be seen. Just in case, she walked up the stairs and stopped at Traci's door. There was a note taped to the door just above the knocker.

"Heather, if you stop by, I'm over at my sister's. The directions are below. They are having a pool party and invited me at the last minute and, since you weren't back yet, decided to go to help me unwind before classes start tomorrow. I HAD hoped to unwind with you (hint), but it looks like a missed opportunity. If it's not too late, come on over and have some wine and we'll at least chat. Traci"

Heather looked at her watch and decided it was too late, but, Traci wasn't back yet, so, she'd stop over anyway. The directions were easy to follow and in twenty minutes, she pulled up in front of a nice big house with a big lawn. Traci's car was still out front! Great!

She got out and started toward the house.

Traci picked up her watch and held it up to see the watch hands by the dim lights in the pool. It was almost midnight and she had waited out here hoping Heather would come. Now, she was horny, and worried about Heather. A very gentle, cool breeze was wafting over the pool now, ruffling the top of the water, green in the pool lights. The other guests were gone and her sister just told her to close up when she left. She sat in her two piece suit and looked at her hands. She had let the nails grow all Summer and was proud of how they looked. She knew long nails trapping Heather's long nipples drove her wild and she had planned to tease her all night in the pool. But.

It was at that moment she knew, sensed, that Heather was there. It was her scent, that wonderful scent that she gave off, a combination of hair shampoo, perfume, and that unmistakable punk of a woman in heat, mixed together. Her heart skipped a beat and settled into an increased rhythm. She lifted her head and saw Heather standing at the end of the walk in the darkness, just short of the pool deck.

"I didn't think you would come."

"I got back late, and Mom, well, I came right over when I saw your note. I missed you."

The two of them walked toward each other, smiling. With every step, Heather felt her legs get weak and her pussy fill with lubrication. They met and Traci took her smoothly into her arms and they kissed. A deep, longing, erotic kiss with two tongues dancing in and out of each other's mouths, saliva pouring back and forth between them in some heady brew that heightened their arousal. Both of them were breathing through flared nostrils.

Heather's breasts were on fire to be rubbed and pinched. She rubbed herself vigorously against Traci's equally full tits and moaned into Traci's mouth.

"Traci, please take me. Fuck me. God, please fuck me. Now, right here. I can't wait. I want you so much."

A sharp thrill ran down Traci's spine at these lust filled words. Heather's mouth covered her's again and they sucked and tongue fucked each other for another minute. Then, Traci pulled back and turned Heather around. In a second, she released her top and pulled the ties on her bottom, and stood naked. She eased her swollen boobs against Heather's back and the heat in them felt like a branding iron against Heather's skin, through her blouse.

Traci moved close and whispered in her ear. "I will fuck you till dawn, if you want it. I need you too. Close your eyes and let me fuck you, suck you and love that outrageous body of yours."

Her fingers were working slowly down Heather's front, rubbing her breasts and now hard nipples against the insides of her arms as she worked the buttons on the blouse free. She eased the blouse up out of her shorts and the last button came free. She eased back from her and ran her now long nails up Heather's back to the bra strap. Heather moaned loudly. The bra catch came free in an instant, but Traci made no move to remove the blouse or the bra. She ran her nails down the back from the nape of her neck to the top of her shorts, then around her sides and across the top of her stomach. She could feel Heather tremble from the touch on her skin.

Moving closer to her again, her own breasts flattened once more against the trembling girl and her hands now traced up the stomach and eased the bra cups loose, first from one breast, then the other. Very slowly, tickling and tracing patterns on the bottom of the heavy orbs becoming exposed.

"Oh, shit. That's SO NICE! I'm soaked. please. don't make me wait. I need it. Oh, God." It was all a groan an Heather's body began to almost glow from the heat she was producing.

The bra cups were now pushed up on top of the large swollen tits and finally, she closed both hands underneath both breasts, lifting them lightly, and closing a long extended nipple between each thumb and index finger nail. She tightened her grip and Heather shuddered. Her breasts were on fire in Traci's hands.

Traci finally let her right hand move down and release the snap at the top of Heather's shorts. She unzipped the zipper half way, and eased her hand down over the hard, flat belly, then the tips were in Heather's bush, so thick and wonderful between her fingers. Her fingers moved on and Heather was already humping her hand, trying to hurry her. She tightened her fingers around the left nipple and twisted it.

Heather's attention went back to her breast and the electric sparks pouring from the nipple across her chest, just as Traci slid two fingers smoothly between her cum slick lips and into her pussy to the second knuckle.

Heather began to go tense and shake and Traci knew she was going to cum and eased another finger inside and spread them, letting Heather's pussy clamp down on the pressure. Heather felt her inner thighs get white hot and heat pour into her pussy and up her stomach as the orgasm hit her.

"I'm cumming..." it was a whisper as the wind was driven from her by the intensity of it. Traci worked the spot just to the side of Heather's clit that she knew Heather liked better than any other place to be touched. And Heather stiffened again and groaned very loudly as she came twice more in rapid succession. And then, Traci just held her as she came down a bit.

Heather turned and hugged Traci, her head on Traci's shoulder. "That was so nice. Nobody does that like you do. I felt so fucking horny."

"Would you like to go for a swim?"

"I didn't bring a suit with me."

"Don't need one. Look at me! Anyway, I'll go in and kill the pool lites and let Sis know we'll be out here for a while. Don't go away now!" She gave her a kiss and Heather took her right breast in her hand and began to gently knead it, finally pulling it into her mouth.

Traci groaned and pulled her head into her tit. "Yes, I need that too. Let's get to the pool." And they separated and Traci grabbed a towel to wrap around herself and ran to the house. Heather went to a lounge chair and sat on the edge, her open blouse and bunched up bra still where Traci had left them, her shorts just barely hanging on her hips. The feeling of Traci's hot breasts on her back was still very much there, as well as the feeling of pressure from those talented fingers deep in her pussy. She closed her eyes and just sat, re-experiencing those feelings.

Suddenly, Traci was there by her. "Here, we'll put some oil on first. You'll like this, I bet. No, let me undress you. You know it makes me crazy to strip you. I'm hot for you already, so this will make me really jump your bones.

Traci closed her eyes and finally, felt the feather touch of Traci's fingers as she eased the blouse back slowly of one shoulder at a time and then slid it down her arms and off. Then, the bra, one cup at a time. The fingers gently tracing alone the skin of her breasts, the sides, the tops, the hard tips, and down her arms as the straps went free.

She heard the glug from a bottle and then Traci began to smooth a thick layer of oil over her shoulders and neck. Taking her time, she worked the oil slowly down her back and arms, stopping at the top of the shorts. Pouring more oil, she very slowly worked it into the top of Heather's front, and then down ever so gradually onto the swelling orbs finally, palming each nipple and rubbing in into the firm tits until the nipples were standing straight out, fully erect. Traci felt her pussy flood from the sight and feel of these erotic pencils of flesh, longer than she could ever have imagined a woman could be. And so tender and sensitive. The feel of them deep in her throat made her almost cum as she sucked on them briefly, ignoring the oil.

Heather was sinking into the satin feel of the oil. It made her skin warm, even in the cool breeze. Her breasts were hot inside and Traci's slow steady actions were getting her very turned on again. Traci pulled her slowly to her feet and then eased the dangling shorts off her, exposing her naked, very wet pussy to the cool air. It was a wanton, delicious feeling.

Traci continued to lather on the oil, working down each leg and back up, then the other, and finally, standing pressing against Heather's well oiled side, worked a copious handful into Heather pussy and ass crack, lingering over her asshole, finally, sliding her oiled index finger inside just to the first knuckle.

The silky, satiny feeling was almost too erotic to stand, as though her body senses had gone into some totally new level of pleasure. And she floated inside the pleasure, feeling the cool breeze, feeling her exposed parts tingle.

"OK. Now me. Be quick, I want you in the pool." Traci whispered in her ear.

Heather opened her eyes and realized just how dark it was with the pool lights off. She took the bottle and spread oil on Traci as well, also making sure she took care to oil Traci's pussy and ass very well. And she returned the favour and inserted a finger deep into Traci's ass and began to wiggle it. Traci was moaning and her pussy was running down her oiled leg.

"Oh, honey. Ummmm. Nice. Pool. Let me do you in the pool. Keep that thought." And they slipped their arms around each other and walked to the end of the pool and stepped down into the water.

Again, it felt entirely different from before. The oil kept her skin hot inside, and the cooler water felt like it was a layer away from her now silken skin. Traci stopped her when they were waist deep. She could feel her pussy tighten against the cold, but inside her molten loins stayed just as hot.

Traci, facing her with their boobs pressing into each other, slowly worked the pins out of Heather's long hair and then, every so gently, let it down her back, separating it with her fingers, it's rich fullness accented by the slick oil on her fingers.

Heather felt the hair on her back, and as it always had, she felt her arousal increase and her chest go tight from the sensuous feeling on the skin of her back and upper ass as the hair became wet and drifted back and forth over her tight, oiled buns.

Then, Traci took them deeper and told her to float on her back. Heather loved to float, and she just laid back and put her arms out with legs slightly separated and began to float. Traci gently began to guide her around the pool as she floated. Every few seconds, her hands glided over Heather's legs, or stomach, or breasts, but only for a few seconds at a time and never in any pattern. Heather's skin was cool in the water, and the skin tightened around her swollen breasts, which felt molten hot inside. The nipples, puckered tight in the night air, were standing up like spikes and the wetness left from Traci's roaming fingers would cool in the night air and they felt almost painfully tight. Her state of arousal continued to climb as she floated in a state of near ecstasy. Her pussy was swollen inside, but the lips remained tightly sealed by the cold water, trapping the growing pool of cum and adding pressure inside her cunt. As much as she wanted to have an orgasm, the buildup was so intense she wanted it to last forever.

After almost thirty minutes of this, Traci guided them both over to where the pool filter pump was jetting an output of water from the side of the pool. Positioning them both a safe distance from the intense jet, she opened her own legs wide and felt the tendrils of pulsed jets of water on the back of her ass and on her pussy, now fully swollen from her own arousal from touching Heather's voluptuous body. As her own orgasm began a slow approach, she moved Heather's legs wider apart and pulled her gently toward her, parting her tight pussy with two fingers and moving them deeply inside the hot confines, her trapped cum seeping past them as she worked them in and out of Heather. She kept one hand under Heather's butt and gently guided her back and forth onto her fingers, fucking her on her hand, gradually adding a third finger.

Heather felt the pulses of water touching her ass and pussy as Traci moved her around. Almost in a sort of sexual trance at this point, she felt the silky touch of Traci's hand grip her ass and begin to move her back and forth, and then two fingers slide inside her tight pussy and she began to quiver in the water from the rapid buildup to orgasm. As another finger slid in, she came with a great shudder, a wave of white hot heat filled her thighs and spread up her stomach, then to her chest and face, and finally, she was floating in a cushion of heat from the orgasm that seemed to last forever. Traci continued to stroke her pussy and clit and the fire started again and she moaned into the night air. Traci was soooooo good at fucking her. She wanted her to fuck her forever. Make this last forever. Silky skin. Cool air, hard nipples, tight pussy. Forever. At that moment, she had never before let go some completely to her own desires and sensations. She was Traci's to do with as she pleased. Completely.

As she finally came down from her intense arousal, she weakly regained her legs and they hugged. Heather led her to the deeper end of the pool and forced her to swim back to the deepest end, just under the diving board. And they kissed as they tread water slowly.

Then, Heather took a very deep breath, and simply slid down underwater, using Traci's ample figure for hand holds, sliding her fingers between Traci's legs and sinking down in front of her pussy, she moved Traci's legs far apart and pressed her lips and tongue into Traci's tight pussy, parting the lips with her tongue.

Compared to the cool water, the hot tongue felt like a fire brand as it entered her welcoming pussy, and Traci gasped out, "God, yes, fuck me with your tongue. Make me cum. Oh, Oh, Yes. Ohhhh...." She tried to concentrate on treading water, but was rapidly approaching her long delayed orgasm.

Heather surfaced to get air, and they kissed again. Traci held her close with one hand. "Eat me, honey. It is unbelievably good. Do me. I need you to do me so bad."

Heather slid under and again she began to savage the now swollen clit with her tongue. Her wonderful fan of hair moved around Traci's stomach and ass and was adding to the tingling rapidly racing through Traci's nervous system. Traci was now quivering and trembling and having trouble keeping her head above water. Heather took one last big gulp of air and this time, as her tongue slid deep into her pussy, then up to her clit, Traci came with a groan and slid under water with Heather still at work between her legs. Only the desperate need for air forced them both to the surface where they hung on the side of the pool hugging each other.

And they repeated the events, only this time Traci floated and Heather did her in the end, and Traci ate her in the deep end and Heather came so hard she almost passed out underwater. Satiated for the moment, with their arms around each other's waist, they left the pool and began to dry off with some towels Traci had brought out. They carefully wiped each other dry, and pulled the towels tight around each other and twisted them to stay above their ample bosoms.

Heather spoke first. "Where did you learn that trick? It was fantastic. I loved it."

"Not telling you. I have to have some secrets, after all. And you, with that underwater tongue job, I couldn't believe I'd actually orgasm, but I sure did. I thought I'd drown, and didn't care!" They both laughed.

"Mom and Dad are coming down next Saturday and want you to join us for dinner. Mom is calling us a couple now and wants to meet my lover." Heather was looking at Traci from the corner of her eyes to gauge her reaction.

"That sounds very nice. I'd love to meet them face to face. I suppose she told you I called to let them know where you were?"

"Yeah. You are a worry wort. But, something did happen at the beach I need to talk to you about. Maybe later this week."

"OK. We need to get cleaned up and head back. I have classes to teach and you, you have to listen to me! At least one of us should be awake. There are showers in the back of the house and the door is open."

Heather was relieved the Traci was so relaxed about her parents. Yes, she was her lover. Not just some casual sex thing, but, a real relationship. She stood there looking a Traci and leaned forward and kissed her hard.

"We are lovers, aren't we?"

"I should hope so, or else I'm in love with the wrong person." Traci said smiling, and she kissed Heather back.

And Heather reached out and snatched the towel off Traci and turned and raced for the showers. Traci gave a whoop and chased after her, laughing. And they were still laughing as they soaped each other up and began that magical dance of fingers on breasts and pussies that brought them off again and again with such relaxed ease.

Maybe nobody would be awake in class. Who cared?

(To Be Continued....)

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