Dinner had been a mildly festive occasion and Judy was still wearing her dressiest outfit, the most formal in the wardrobe she had begun to accumulate. Anyway, she didn't feel out of place here in the elegant living room, even if her sleek and superbly garbed hostess did outshine her. It was a pleasant evening so far, enhanced by a sparkling wine that made the conversation sparkle fine for a congenial atmosphere.
Vera Carlisle's poise and charm were certainly in evidence tonight. Along with her fascinating knowledge of show-business lore and legend. Including a few genuinely spicy items, naturally sly as any gossip column and twice as scandalous. Even the usually taciturn maid seemed to be blossoming out a bit, smoking cigarettes and sipping wine and actually smiling once in a while. Not like a servant at all. But it had become obvious by then that Solange was more than just the hired help here, doubling as a housekeeper and social secretary and general companion. Tonight she conveyed that impression more than ever, managing it somehow without neglecting her regular after-dinner duties. It was quite noticeable, especially when the sexy conversation took a less impersonal turn as Vera announced her intention of leaving soon. Listening to them, Judy suddenly realized that they were on the verge of giving away secrets about their relationship.
"Oh? You're going out again, ma'am?"
"Yes, dear. I almost wish I didn't have to. It's been such a nice evening, sitting around like this, the three of us."
"I wish you'd stay. You're in such a good mood… "
"Good mood?"
"You know. When you're like this… "
"I get it. You think I'll welcome you into my bed. Is that what you mean by good mood, Solange?"
"Well… uh… "
"You figure you've got it coming to you? Like it's one of the fringe benefits of this job, eh?"
"Aw, don't be mad. I was just "
"Hush now. You were just licking your lips, that's what. But enough of this silly talk before we shock our little guest right out of her mind. She's still young and innocent, the sweet child." Vera stood up abruptly, changing the subject.
"Anyway, it's time I got started." Then, performing a slow pirouette, "How do I look? Is this dress too wrinkled?"
"It's fine. Looks beautiful on you."
"Beautiful? This old rag?"
"Uh-huh. You'd look beautiful in anything, ma'am."
"Oh, you're just saying that."
"Nope. It's the truth, Miz Vera. You're sure beautiful. Most beautiful lady I ever worked for."
"Really? Come now, you can't mean it. How about the time you worked for that gorgeous model in-"
"Hmph! That one. She was beautiful, all right. But she sure warn't no lady, let me tell you."
"Solange, you're priceless. But we're still shocking poor Judy, I'll bet. No more, hmm? Tell you what, run upstairs and get me a wrap or something; it's chilly out. See if you can find the purple one, the velour, you know?"
The maid trotted off dutifully. Judy rose to replenish her wineglass, blushing now, aware that she was under scrutiny. Her head whirled, as much from the sexy dialogue as from the sparkling wine. Vera came toward her, grinning but somewhat flustered herself apparently, just as charming but not quite so poised now.
"Well, my dear? Are you shocked?"
"N-no, of course not. I'm not that young and innocent. I do wish you wouldn't treat me like a child."
"You understood, then. I'm glad. But don't worry, we're not really such terribly wicked creatures… "
They were standing close now, much too close. Judy's breathing became forced, erratic, embarrassingly so. She wanted desperately to step back, to move away, but it took only the touch of a finger to hold her right there, rooted to the spot. One scarlet-tipped finger. It touched the tiny pout of her belly and then began roving playfully, tracing a languid pattern of waves and circles that seemed to burn right through the fabric of her dress. She shivered, overwhelmed by the sensation, an apprehensive but not unwilling captive, letting her benumbed brain remain just conscious enough to lie low and not interfere with the enraptured responses of her body. Only it went on too long like that, the mischievous fingertip, on and on without getting anywhere.
"Vera? Are you teasing me?"
"Uh-huh. Isn't it fun?"
"F-fun… "
"You tease Solange, don't you?"
Judy gasped. "You you know about that?"
"I've seen you. And I've seen the effect it has on her, the poor darling. You remind her of someone she once cared for, someone in her past that's why it's so easy. A girl from long ago, a cousin of hers, actually. A big thing in her life. Get her to tell you about it sometime, it's an interesting story."
The sexy finger was still meandering around. Judy could only comply dizzily as her face was tilted up and she felt the sudden pressure of those smiling red lips on her own. It was an affectionate gesture of parting, not a kiss of passion, but her head reeled from the contact of the slightly open mouth and the surrounding aura of expensive perfume. When it ended she was left weak-kneed and wheezing for breath, licking her lips instinctively in an almost unwitting effort to renew the tangy taste of that exotic lipstick. Her eyes followed the retreating regal figure meanwhile, drawn to the hypnotically rolling motion of the heavy haunches and bulbous buttocks, all swaying and jiggling in ultra-feminine fashion, spectacular but scarcely compatible with that majestic stride. Watching it made her own loins churn in a kind of erotic empathy, the blush on her cheeks self-inspired and unseen this time, a vaguely feverish reaction to the confusing conflict between her misty desires and her clear-cut inhibitions.
Alone for the moment, she achieved a certain composure and sat down again as the mistress and her maid fussed with the purple velour wrap in the outer foyer. Then the door slammed, putting an end to the cozy evening, and Judy could only wonder how to avoid any further social obligations on this already fizzled-out night. Was it too early to go to bed? A shame to leave that much bubbly wine around, though; wouldn't it just go flat and be wasted? Might as well stay up awhile longer. And maybe even tease a little more?
Silly. She shouldn't have done it in the first place, even if her coy little act did evolve out of fun rather than malice. But the temptation had been irresistible, what with Solange herself practically asking for it, always mooning around like a big, dumb overgrown child, just ripe for something like that. It was in the woman's nature, Judy figured. Just as it was in her own nature to seize the advantage just for the hell of it! and drive the old dyke crazy with some cute body-language, flashing her tits and wiggling her ass and rubbing her crossed legs together like a horny little sex-pot…
"Oh? Still here, Missy?"
"Sure. Long as there's some wine left."
"It's very good. I'll have another drop myself."
Judy sneaked a surreptitious glance, watching the maid's body in motion, a massive body that seemed to pulsate and ripple inside its uniform. Or maybe that impression came more from the uniform itself, briefer and noticeably tighter than usual. It was quite a sight, though, those thick thighs alive with the coiling and uncoiling of corded muscles; wasn't it kind of sexy?
Oh shit, I must be drunk!
Uh-huh. The wine had crept up on her. Everything in the room appeared more beautifully proportioned, seen from this new perspective. The colors were especially vivid, a bright splendor of crimson and yellow and gold-flecked brown. But no, on second glance Solange didn't really look so sexy. Just different, somehow.
It was then that Judy saw a shine of slitted eyes and realized that her sneaky survey hadn't been so sneaky. A hot flush sizzled her cheeks as the woman's quizzical smile broadened to a grin. An all-knowing grin, insolent but shrewdly perceptive and Judy could only drop her gaze and hide behind her raised wineglass, prickly with the irritation of embarrassment.
"Missy? Aren't you drinking more than you're used to? Not that it's any of my business… "
Talk about insolence! Out of sheer spite, Judy drank deeper, gulping the wine instead of sipping daintily. And once again she toyed with the idea of teasing the ugly old bitch into a frenzy, viewing it as a means of revenge now. Tease her, taunt her, flaunt your tempting young body in her face. Tempting young flesh! Until her tongue hangs out for it. Tempting young cunt! Until that cunt-hungry old dyke-mouth is moaning in misery… '
The erotic notion had a thrill all its own, setting Judy's nerves athrob. No hurry, though. Keep it light and friendly at first, not so obvious this time. Get the hook in deep. Give the big dumb creature something to build her hopes on. Like a sexy conversation maybe?
It took some doing, but she finally worked around to it, asking about the girl from long ago, the girl cousin who was supposed to have been a big thing in Solange's life. It got a reluctant reply, a brush-off practically another frustration on this frustrating night! but by then Judy had become stubbornly persistent, almost demanding, her own curiosity past the point of tolerance.
"Missy, must you keep pressing me? It was mean of Miz Vera to even mention it, you know?"
"Aw, come on, what's the big secret? You got something to hide? I mean, uh, as long as she did mention it… "
"We all got something to hide. You too, I'll bet. But if it's really that important to you… " Solange shrugged and took a sip of her drink. "I don't mind. Anyway, it wasn't such a big thing, looking back on it. Big at the time, though. I was only a kid then, younger than you are now. And this cousin of mine came to live with us, a real beauty about my age but a lot more experienced. So we had an affair, you might say. That's all."
"Your first one, huh?"
"My very first."
"So how did it happen? Did she seduce you?"
"Nosey, aren't you? Oh well, if you must know. No, she didn't seduce me, not exactly. She used to walk around in her underwear and sometimes without it! just to make me notice her. And she was something to see, sure enough. I'd look at her and get all hot-'n'-bothered and couldn't understand why. Then one night she came home from a date half-loaded, almost too drunk to walk. I heard her stumble on the stairs and ran down to help her. She needed help, too. I had to undress her and put her to bed. And before it was over, she fell asleep like that, naked, right there in front of me, that beautiful naked body and it was like some kind of mystery I had to solve, you know? Especially that dark place between her legs. So I got right down there and solved it, the mystery, once and for all."
"While she was sleeping? Didn't she wake up?"
"She sure did. Or she could have been faking to begin with, just to find out how far I'd go. Like it was all my idea, the whole sexy business. Anyhow, pretty soon she was holding me tight and rubbing her pussy all over my mouth, my face it was all furry and moist and hot… and I just fell in love with her… "
"In love? Really? You did it again after that?"
"Lots of times. Whenever she let me. That was how it was between us; oh, she became real bossy. She used to get a kick out of humiliating me. Sometimes she'd pull her panties off and tease me until I begged and then she would turn around and make me kiss her there, her behind, her bare bottom "
"Her bare ass? You kissed "
"I had to lick it, lick her bare ass. She loved that, my tongue inside the crack… "
It was a weird and wonderful story, and Judy tried to listen closely and hear more and concentrate on the details. But now, all of a sudden, she visualized the scene and started to giggle. It struck her as hilariously funny somehow, seeing that tongue and remembering where it had been. She couldn't seem to stop giggling. Except once, momentarily, to gulp some wine and ease the hoarseness in her throat two lusty swallows that drained the glass dry. And it was then, rising to reach for the strangely elusive bottle, that she felt the floor tilt and saw the walls begin to whirl and realized that another drink was the least of her needs.
Luckily there was someone to come to her rescue, someone to grab hold and guide her toward the stairway to bed. Someone with a strong arm and a solid shoulder and just the hint of a soft bosom to cushion the shock of her semi-conscious journey. And then, magically, the journey was over and she was falling, falling…
"That's it, darling. Relax. I'll take care of you. Let's get some of these tight clothes off, hmm? We won't need the light."
What happened next was like a dream. The same dream? No, of course not. How marvelous to feel like this, naked and comfy-cozy at last, incapable of exact movement but adrift and aimless and free just the same. She stirred languorously, sighing as the damp warmth of a kiss dabbed at one ear and then skated down her neck, the base of her throat, into the valley between her breasts. My boobs, suck my boobs! The darkness was abruptly alive with a faceless desire that feasted upon her already stiffening nipples. They rose toward the source of pleasure, her tits swollen with heavy expectancy, trying to treasure this single sweet sensation and pay no attention to the butterfly caress that roamed her body elsewhere. Down her belly now, the touch of feathery fingers, so delicate!
Delicate but greedy. And soon that too demanded more than mere passing notice. She gave it with a certain diminishing reluctance, writhing and twisting like a sluggish feline, slowly, lazily, letting her slim curves and contours conform to the glide-path of those venturesome fingertips. The darkness helped, blurring reality, as much an intoxicant as the alcohol and it seemed only right to accept this benign treatment without investigating the pedigree of its donor. She was even a little grateful for the nice maid-service, the lift upstairs and into bed such tender loving care! quite aside from her more tangible enjoyment of those amorous lips and fingers playing on her body with a deftly sensitive touch.
The hand on her belly soon became difficult, though, brushing right past its supposed target to extend the butterfly caresses down her thighs. And then back up again, pausing and tightening to a clutch as if it had made an important discovery there, on the inner thigh-surfaces, high up; young stuff, soft and satiny, huh? The fingers were squeezing now, close but still hesitant, still avoiding the already primed and probably steamy-slick cleft of her cunt.
Then, from above, the kissing mouth began a deliberate downward slide. Judy stifled a sob, a cry of impatience, arching her torso suggestively in an impetuous plea for haste. It went unheeded as the movement continued slowly, tantalizingly; and she became a writhing cat once more, this time with a sense of urgency coaxing, wheedling, willing those lesbian lips onward. Downward. Cuntward! Into a perverted lesbian suck…
The thrill struck with an unbelievable impact. Because of the suspense, she figured. Not that she had much to go by in comparison. It just seemed bigger and better, hotter and heavier, almost emotional in its driving intensity. Maybe even a little too much so, the way her flesh was getting chewed up by those crunching jaws. It was pretty painful and she had a good mind to speak up and say so, loud and clear. But somehow, vaguely, she recognized the risk in such a drastic course, the almost certain change of mood. Only the sounds of love were permissible, the sexy noises, a sigh, a moan, a gasp and always the faint liquid rustle of flesh on slithery flesh. An acceptance of the dream, a rejection of reality! And any verbal communication was bound to destroy the fragile dream-web, the mystery, leaving only the acknowledgement of an ugly truth. Even the atmosphere precluded speech, the thick and impenetrable darkness hanging like a cloak of silence. But then it really didn't matter any more, the pain, the pleasure, whatever it was all beyond her control now as her entire body started to shudder and shake in the onslaught of the approaching climax. She couldn't control anything now, not any more than she could control the great tremors that were wracking her flesh and turning any possible protest that rose to her lips into an unintelligible, gasping groan.