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Ruth

By: fl_mike



Please feel free to contact me about the story. This is mostly a true story with name changes to protect the guilty.

© 2006 by Mike Yevchekov

All rights reserved. No part may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any electronic means, including photocopying, recording or by any information and retrieval system, without the written permission of the author.

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Opening:

My name is Steve and moved in with my girlfriend about four months ago. Heather is as close to perfect as anyone can become, and yes I do realize how lucky I am having a woman like her in my life. She's sexy and intelligent and man does she love sex. Heather is around five four with a small frame, and I think B Cups. She has curly hair just past her shoulders. Now there is one issue. She has a roommate: Ruth. It's not that she's a problem but it's kind of a challenge moving in with two people and I'm sure that Ruth has seen and heard more then she cares for, but I have a gut feeling Ruth is enjoying the show. 

Ruth is also a very pretty woman and has a killer body. She also has B Cup breasts and her hair is longer and a little lighter then Heathers. Since we started hanging around Ruth has opened up more, moving away from the quiet type to becoming little bit of an exhibitionist. She even purchased one of those tan through bikini's and all winter she has been modeling it for us.

On Monday Heather had to fly out on a business trip. Every now and then she has to go visit clients. It's funny, the first couple times that you have to travel for work can be fun but then it becomes a major pain. While Heather is away Ruth and I alternate on cooking dinner. Some nights, I simply order pizza as I'm not a good cook. Both Ruth and Heather are fabulous cooks.

Wednesday was Ruth's turn to cook. This week had been especially long and every night I had to bring work home with me. 

Ruth knocked on my door, "Hey, would you like something to eat?"

Wow, she looked freaking hot. Ruth was wearing a rose color cami with spaghetti straps. In her defense she was wearing a sheer jacket. "Sure, thanks."

"Well, since Heather's not here I guess it's my job to take care of you."

That really got my attention and started to check her out. Damn, did she look hot in her almost sheer nightie that did little to conceal her curves, tight where it needed to be tight and loose around her hips. Ruth's nipples were clearly visible, and I didn't see any visible panty lines. Why did she have wear that? The cami was about three inches below her sweat pussy and now she was on my mind. Wow, this is the first time that I've really noticed her legs. Man, did her legs look smooth and soft. 

Ruth started cooking dinner. She makes it look so easy. Now, I don't know if she was teasing me or not, but Ruth was not very careful about her cami. Oh, she was showing me lots of leg and a few times most of her butt. Man did she have a nice butt! 

We all enjoy the beach, well Heather and Ruth love the beach and I love seeing them in bikinis. So far, this is the most that I've seen of Ruth. 

We sat down and enjoyed a great dinner. We made small talk and I did my best not to make an ass out of my self. Oh I was excited, and very aroused. All nighty, I've enjoyed taking Ruth in, seeing her in that sexy cami. 

After I finished a dinner, Ruth smiled and asked, "Hey, want to watch a movie?"

Ruth has always been friendly with me, a little flirty at times. Heather never said anything nor did she seem concerned. I placed my hand on her arm, "Sure."

"I rented this movie, when I was at blockbuster. The plot seems interesting." Walking away, I let go of her arm. Ruth walked over and put the movie in. Then, she came over and sat next to me. "Hey, why don't we get comfortable?" Slowly she lifted up her foot, placed it on my chest and pushed me back.

Oh she was not wearing panties. Talk about becoming uncomfortable, I only hoped she didn't see my cock as it started becoming erect. Her legs were in front of mine as I rested against the couch. Our heads were resting on the head rests. Her thigh kept bushing against me and now I'm sure she could feel me.

Man, Ruth was looking hot, lying on her side, her nightie riding up showing me all of her legs and her part of her firm butt. The movie was R rated but this couple was hot and heavy. The plot was a little light but the actors were attractive. 

"Look at that slut, she's not wearing a bra."

"Nice!"

"What, that? You think so? Why?"

"Please, you can almost see her breasts."

"And you like that?"

"Sure. Don't you?"

She looked confused by my question and pondered the thought. She looked at the screen, at me, and then back at the screen. "Well, kind of."

"And why not? She's attractive just like you are. Being a man, I love to see women and her mini skit and almost sheer blouse, well it's very naughty.

"And you don't mind that her breasts are fake?"

Nope, after all she's not my wife. Sure it's easy to tell her tits are fake but I still love to look."

"Don't you like the real thing?" She started to tease me by massaging her breasts."

"Oh I love checking you out."

"Do you think I have nice tits?" Cupping her breasts with her hands, almost offering them to me.

"Love seeing your hard nipples."

"Really as much as hers?"

"I don't know, why don't you show me yours?"

"What?" She playfully sat up and hit me. Her nightie pulled up as she moved and she was sitting bare ass on the sofa.

"Be honest, like you don't enjoy having me check you out, be honest!"

"You enjoy checking me out?"

"Get real girl," placed my hand on her thigh. "I think you know the answer."

"No, I don't." Ruth put her hands and the arm rest behind her, to support herself. Her nightie was very tight and her breasts were almost being squished.

I took a deep breath, about to reveal a dark secret something that could change our relationship. "You look so hot. The way your curly hair rests on your face, hiding your eyes, the way your nightie is a second skin, your nipples showing though."

Ruth leaned back resting against the arm rest and corner of the sofa. Her pussy hair started to show. She had to know she was showing me. "I'm blushing. Go on."

"Please, look at you, you're a hottie."

She looked down at her body her voice pitched, "Really? You think so? Then why don't I have a man?" She crossed her legs, drawing my attention and thinking about holding her, to put my hand on her hopefully wet pussy.

"I don't know, but I would love to be your man and take you to bed. Make you feel like a woman, over and over again."

Her foot felt soft and she rubbed it up and down my leg. Next, she looked up at me, "really? Please tell me more." Ruth started to squeeze her legs together, I'm sure this put a little pressure against her clit. "What would you want to do to me?"

"For starters, I would love to lick and kiss you by starting at your toes, and work my way to your nipples. Only my warm breath against your nipples, making sure that my tongue and lips did not touch you."

"Now who is the tease?" She started to rub my thigh with her foot. Her eyes quickly focused on my cock. Slowly her toes danced around my cock, gently touching it. "Is that from me?"

"Yes."

"Good, cuz I'm wet and didn't want to be the only one uncomfortable."

There was a loud splash that caught our attention. In the movie the main couple heads up to the mountains and finds a hot spring. They jump in, nude. This movie was not helping at all as the actress was smoking. Ruth was starting to squirm and moved on her back. I swear her hips were rocking as we watched this couple kissing passionately. Ruth was taking deep breaths, as she inhaled her nightie was a second skin. Then, Ruth started to massage her breasts.

I split my attention from the screen to her. Watching her was far more erotic! Shockley, she moved her hand between her legs. 

"I've always wanted to watch someone. Did you know that I can hear you two?"

"Really?"

Her eyes focused on me as she openly masturbated feet away from me. "Oh don't be, its hot. I think about how Heather looks as you fuck her."

"Wow."

"Can't tell you how many times I wanted to walk into your bedroom and watch you two.

"I don't know what to say."

"Yea, that would be so hot. To watch you make love to her, see how you give her pleasure and to watch Heather cum."

"Wow, I didn't know."

"Is that bad?"

"No, you really want to watch?"

She took a deep breath, "Yes. Oh I have to stop before I cum."

Time for me to turn the heat up as I started to massage Ruth's feet, "Why? Don't stop."

"Oh, I loved being kissed like that. Do you?"

Time to step things up a little, placed my hand on her knee. "Yes, very much so."

"That is what sucks about being single, no one to kiss. That is what I miss the most."

"Oh and your other needs?"

"That part is easy," she looked down almost embarrassed. "It's easy for a girl to have toys this day an age."

"Really?"

"Yea, you don't believe me?"

"Nope!"

Her excitement peeked, "Wanna bet?"

"Sure."

She jumped up. "Are you game for this game is for a man, no boys allowed."

Now she had my goat. "If you don't have any toys then you have to spend the rest of the night nude."

"Easy, but only if I do," She took a deep breath. "I get to watch you jack off."

"What?"

"Oh come on you're a guy and surely you've jacked off a million times all ready. So, this should be no big deal for you. and besides, I've never watched a guy before."

"Really?"

"Yea, so are you game or chicken?"

"You have a bet." We shook hands.

She stood up and grabbed my hand. "You better come with me." With that said, Ruth led me up to her room. 

I started to feel taken. Ruth didn't seem to be the type to walk into a toy store and purchase something.

"Since I have had to endure many nights of listening to Heather cum over and over again, I ordered some things to help me through those nights."

Damn, the internet as I didn't think about that. She could purchase things and not have to visit any store. Ruth started to light some candles and her bedroom had this warm glow as she turned off the lights. "I want you to be comfortable." She pulled out some of her toys.

Her first toy was a silver bullet. Ok, that was expected. Next, she pulled out a rabbit, "I really like this one. Love how it feels in me and the beads start to spin."

"Really?"

She turned it on to show me. "Why don't you get more comfortable as I want to see all of you."

A bet is a bet and I had to pay up. Embarrassed as my cock was all ready growing, and now it was very noticeable. Standing up, my eyes were glued on her waiting for a reaction which came in a big smile as her eyes were glued on my stiff cock. 

"Don't worry, I have some more toys and will show you all of them when were ready."

This girl knew how to push my buttons. Now I really wanted to see what she had. I removed my shirt and then my shorts and boxers. My cock fully hard pointing to the ceiling.

"Very nice!" She moved over to me and gave me a quick lick. Holding my cock she turned her face to look up at me, "I like big cocks, wonder if Heather will ever share that with me." 

"Oh, you're such a tease."

"Yep! So anyways, I have yet to take this one." She pulled out this nine inch life like dildo. "I just had to have it; it looks so freaking hot on the web site."

"Oh my god, that is freaky."

"You think? Feel it, it's so soft. It's from cyberskin. 

"No way.

"Oh don't be gay, it's not a real cock." She started to stroke it, like she was masturbating some man.

"Still, I can't."

"I'll let you use it on me, if you touch it?" Ruth made a circle with her thing and index finger, pretending to slide it in her. 

Damn, that was freaking how! Now the envelope was being pushed. Was this too much? Oh, I had to see her take that thing, how erotic to watch that thing in her.

Ruth looked at me, smiled, and then pulled the cami over her head. She was not sitting nude, right before my eyes. The room began to spin, making it hard for me to breath. Ruth teased me a little, "I want this thing big and fat." She leaned back against the bed propping herself with pillows. Holding the cyberskin, she moved it up her chest to her chin, toying with it. Holding the cock inches from her lips, kissed it, and started to slide the toy down to her pussy. Her lips were wet, parted, and she started to take the fake cock in her wet pussy. 

"Do you like watching me?"

My cock was rock hard and aching for some attention. Reaching over, I grabbed her massage oil, put some on my hand and moved next to her. Our shoulders were touching and we could watch each other. I wanted to watch the toy sliding in and out of her pussy. So after a minute I moved next to her, sitting Indian style. This way, I can watch her fucking herself and she could still see me. Her eyes were glued on my hand, sliding my hand up and down my stiff cock. 

"That is so hot! I've never watched a man before."

Since Ruth has an eight inch dildo in her, I didn't think she was conservative. Her eyes were glued on my hand, so with my other hand I reached out and felt her breast. She looked up at me and smiled. Rolling her nipples through my fingers, Ruth smiled at me. Her breasts were soft, her nipples hard, and it all felt good. 

"I really want to watch you cum. How far do you shoot?" She looked at my body then back to my cock, "Will you cum on me? That's it baby cum on me, I want to feel you're hot cum."

I'm sure Ruth was only saying that for my pleasure, and was it working. It's always so erotic to hear a woman talk dirty. Since I was towering over Ruth, I knew my cum would be all over her. Talk about a mental rush, cumming all over my friend. She seemed ok with that and was even asking me to do that. after all this was her dirty idea and I'm going to take full advantage of it. Tonight, I've seen Ruth nude and use a toy. 

Women, look so sexy when they are nude, and even erotic when they are about to cum. I wanted to enjoy this moment so I moved along side her. My head was close to her pussy. Women love to stay prim and proper but when they are aroused the legs part and I was enjoying the view. Ruth had her legs apart as I slide the cyberskin dildo into her. This thing was big and thick. Talk about a mental rush, watching the head enter her waiting wet pussy.

The silver bullet was lying against her, with my other hand I grabbed it and struggled to turned it on. Ruth's eyes grew big as she watched me. With my other hand, I guided and pushed the cyberskin deep into her. Then placed the silver bullet on her clit. Ruth closed her eyes and started to really enjoy the experience.

I think she was close, too close. She didn't open her eyes. She let go of the dildo and I controlled her pleasure. I kept the dildo in her as the silver bullet worked her clit. Ruth was on fire, fully enjoying the attention. Oh, and I was focused on her.

"Oh god, I'm going to cum!" 

The cybercock stayed deep in her, allowing her pussy to grip it. Her pussy was so wet making sexy sounds as the silver bullet vibrated on her clit. 

"That feels so good."

My focus was only on her clit. I can't believe that my roommate, this sexy woman, lying on her back, nude, and being fucked by the dildo in my hand. With my other hand, I massaged her clit with a silver bullet vibrator. Looking up at Ruth, I noticed that her eyes where still closed. Her breaths were shallow and fast. She was so close, oh yea she's about to cum! 

In a deep voice, almost demanding, "That's it baby, fuck me with that thing!" Ruth reached out, grabbed my hand holding the silver bullet. She held tight, now allowing my hand to move. "That's it baby, I'm cumming!" 

I watched as the orgasm took control over her body. Her body convulsed with pleasure. Ruth shook, and let out some sexy sounds. She looked so hot, cumming with me holding the toys on her most intimidate of parts. 

After two minutes or so, Ruth came back to earth. Her eyes slowly opened, "that was soo good."

"I'm glad that you enjoyed it."

"Oh yea. I loved it. Can I feel you?

"Sure."

Slowly, tentatively she reached out. Her small soft hands wrapped around my very hard cock. I moved up, closer to her, straddled her stomach. Now, she had easy access. Ruth placed some oil on her hands and started to massage me.

"I'm going to make you cum."

She grabbed the oil and put some on her hands. Next, she grabbed my cock and started to massage my painfully hard cock. 

"I bet you want to fuck me don't you?"

"Yes, just as much as you want me to."

"Touché. To be honest, I do miss the feeling of a hard cock in me. Oh, and after I cum I love getting fucked hard."

No time like the present to see how far our friendship had evolved, reached down and started playing with her breasts. Something sexy about them, her chest was still flushed and nipples rock hard.

"Do you like how I feel?"

"Very much so."

"I was serious; I want you to cum all over my tits."

"That will not be a problem."

Ruth started to work her hands faster, with a steady beat she started to stroke my cock. Wondered what song she was listening to in her head. Faster and a little stronger she would stroke me. "So, are you going to allow me to watch you fuck Heather?"

"Oh yes, that will be hot."

"I can't want to see, this fat cock of yours in her tight, wet, pussy."

"One rule, you have to be nude to watch."

Ruth eyes grew big, "Really?"

I knew she wanted to watch and her reaction confirmed that she wanted to. Now, how do I get Heather in this little game? Heather has always been very open when it comes to sex, and she loves to masturbate for me. She even made a few comments about some hot actresses, so maybe she's open to this after all.

Man, it was so hard to think from what Ruth was doing with my cock. All I wanted to do was guide my cock into her sexy mouth. Wonder how those lips would feel, wrapped around my cock. To have her suck me, her wet tongue flicking and sliding up and down my shaft. 

"Oh god," I was so close. Thinking about her and what I want to do to her. Thinking about having Heather join us in and pushing the envelope. "I'm going to cum."

"That's it baby, cum all over me." Ruth gave me a couple fast strokes as the first stream shot out and landed on her hair. The second stream landed on her face. Ruth worked everything out of me, allowing me to enjoy the moment and come back to reality. I looked down, she looked so sexy. This was the first time that I've ever cum on a woman like this. Heather would normally suck me off, but Ruth seemed to enjoy having cum on her. I'm sure it was for my benefit as she started to play with it. She grabbed a Kleenex and started to clean herself up.

"Well, that was fun!"

"Yea that was. You were great."

Ruth sat up, still being nude she looked confident, and didn't try to cover up. "Well, I guess this is going to change things."

"Kind of, were both adults and have a wild side."

She smiled and looked excited with her face glowing, "Exactly." 

"We did push the boundaries but didn't go over the line. I think Heather would love to have you watch us."

"Oh that would be hot."

I hugged her, "Yea, so we just have to be careful and work on expanding our relationship."

"I couldn't agree more." We both stood up and walked to the bathroom to clean up.

"So tell me Ruth. Do you want to bed my girl?"

"Not sure, I've never been with a woman before. Heather is so smart and sexy that who knows."

"I hear you; we can't plan this just have to let things happen." One of the most important things that I've learned about women, adult situations have to happen and can't be forced. So I knew this would have to play out on its own; however, I could help things along. 


Ruth and Her Daughter



I've been working as an escort in Cardiff for a few months now. I was a late starter -- I've just turned 54 years old -- but I've been surprised just how much business I'm getting. I used to do it part-time, but I've given up my job as a school secretary now and see men every week day. I only work during the days, not evenings, and my dull husband Don doesn't suspect a thing.

My name's Ruth, but my clients know me as Gwyneth. My photographer and occasional lover Gwyn has helped me set up my Adultline profile, with lots of very sexy photos in my private gallery. It's amazing what some people will go for -- I can even sell my old panties on the site for ten pounds a time. I started off doing just incalls, in a little flat Gwyn owns, but I now do outcalls to city hotels too. I walk in dressed like a businesswoman, but with my sexy underwear beneath the power suit. It's a treat being in a comfy hotel room, enjoying a glass of bubbly from the minibar then giving my client a bloody good time.

I'm not what you'd call conventionally attractive -- short, a bit plump with a big chest -- but my regulars seem to like what I offer. Most of them tend to be older gentlemen, but I've also given more young lads their first real sexual experience than I can count. They tend to be a bit nervous at first, but once I've given them a nice massage and a blow job they relax, and they've got so much enthusiasm and stamina! After years of being sexually repressed in a boring marriage, I feel like I've suddenly turned into this wild animal. I feel happier and fitter than I can ever remember, I've started going to a gym and shed a few pounds, and I've had sex in some positions I wouldn't even have dreamed existed!

Recently I've started watching a series on satellite TV called The L-Word. It's about a group of glamorous lesbians in Los Angeles who see to spend most of their time making smart remarks and jumping into each other's beds. There's one character in it, she's a pro tennis player, who's the spitting image of my 27-year old daughter, Suzie. They're both tall and slim with long pretty faces and beautiful brown hair. One night, after this character, Dana, had had a particularly raunchy scene, I had a dream where she went down on me then fucked me with a huge dildo. Only, as I came, I looked up into her face and it wasn't Dana, it was my Suzie grinning down at me. I'd never had sex with a woman, but watching the TV show and that dream started me thinking about it for the first time. Before long I was frigging myself in the bath, fantasising about my own daughter licking me out.

Suzie's 27, and married to a muscular salesman called Darren. She's also got a sweet 4-year old son called Rhys. Darren sometimes goes away for a couple of days at a time, on sales trips, to conferences, that sort of thing, and I occasionally go round to keep Suzie company. The thing is, one time -- ages ago this is, before I even went on the game -- I was browsing through their DVD collection and I found a few porn ones, including a couple which appeared to have totally lesbian content. I remembered that when I was thinking about Suzie, and the most wicked idea came into my head. If the last few months has taught me anything, it's taught me that if you want something you have to go for it, so I started to work out a little plan in my head.

A couple of weeks back, when Darren was on one of his trips, I visited Suzie. I went straight from my apartment, as she lives in a nice modern housing estate on the edge of Cardiff. Suzie likes red wine, so on the way I picked up a couple of bottles. I deliberately went for a variety with quite a high alcohol content. Suzie looked lovely, in an off-the shoulder top, a knee-length skirt and bare legs. Her boobs are tiny compared to mine, but she's got great, very long legs. We had a nice meal, then, after Suzie had put Rhys to bed, we cracked open the wine. Before long we were both feeling pretty mellow.

Suzie grinned at me and said, "Well, I must say Mum, you're looking very well. What's brought the colour to your cheeks, you got a new feller or something?" I gave her a coy smile and sipped my wine, saying nothing. She shrieked like an excited teenager. "Mum, no way! Really? Come on then, tell me all about him."

I decided to play hard to get. "I dunno if I should Suze. I mean, I wouldn't want your father to suspect anything."

She gave a cynical snort at that. "Oh come on Mum, you know me better than that. Me and him aren't exactly close, are we?" I knew only too well that Suzie can't stand her dad; in fact she's told me more than once she doesn't know why I stay with him.

I smiled again, and said, "Well, it's not a new bloke as such, more in the way of being a new career. Thing is, I'm not sure you'll approve. You've got to promise me you won't breathe a word to a soul." Suzie was intrigued now and, taking a big slurp of wine, crossed her heart and hoped to die. I led her over to her computer and, when we'd booted it up, logged into the Adultline website, then sat her down in front of my profile. Suzie literally did a double-take, and read through my profile with her mouth hanging open in astonishment. Her eyes nearly popped out when she saw my services include anal!

She turned to look at me with big eyes. "Mum, I just don't believe this. You're a prostitute? Let me have a look at your private gallery." I opened it up for her and for a moment I thought she was going to choke. There's one particular picture of a 22-year old Russian stud Gwyn hired sliding his oiled 10-inch cock into me, and Suzie blew that one up to full screen size and examined it. I noticed that as she did she was literally licking her lips.

We went and sat back down and, over another glass of wine, I told her how I'd got into the work. After I'd finished she shook her head, absolutely amazed. "Well, I can't say I disapprove Mum, I mean it's your life, it obviously makes you happy, and I believe in empowerment; but it does make me feel, I dunno, a bit weird knowing that my old mum's screwing dozens of men every week." I then told Suzie how much I was earning from my new career. She flopped back on the sofa and murmured "Fucking hell!" Then she raised her glass in mock salute, said "Well, fucking good luck to you, you dirty old cow", drained her glass and collapsed into a fit of giggles.

If my plan was to have any chance of success I needed Suzie to be drunk, not comatose. I said, "Tell you what love, I could murder a cup of coffee. Best make yours a black one." She stuck her tongue out at me, but tottered off to the kitchen to boil the kettle. While she was away I scuttled over to the shelf where the DVDs are kept and picked out one called Ladies Night 2. By the time Suzie walked back in with a tray of coffee and biscuits it was playing, with two statuesque blonde girls unconvincingly flirting with each other. Suzie gaped at the screen, then at me. "Christ Mum, what are you watching?"

I winked at her. "One of your DVDs love. Do you enjoy watching this kind of stuff?"

She flopped down on the sofa beside me and shrugged. "It's more Darren's sort of thing." There was something about the way she said it that made me wonder. Either way, she didn't turn the film off, but pretended to be totally occupied with her coffee. 

After a few minutes I decided it was time to start my move. Casually I reached up and started stroking one of my daughter's bare shoulders. She shivered, but didn't stop me, just stared into her coffee cup. I stroked my fingertips across her pale skin in very lightly, which I know some of my clients find incredibly erotic. Gazing at the screen, making my voice soft and soothing, I murmured, "Do you ever watch these films and wonder what it's like with another woman? How it must be to feel her soft skin against yours, taste her breasts in your mouth, feel her fingers inside you and her lips on yours? I know I do."

I noticed that the combination of my words and my stroking was beginning to make Suzie blush. Her skin was getting warmer, and she was beginning to breathe more deeply. Not looking at me, she mumbled, "I used to wonder."

That caught me totally by surprise, and for a moment I stopped stroking and squawked at her, "What do you mean you used to?"

She was very red in the face by then and, turning her coffee cup in circles between her long thin fingers, she almost whispered, "Well, you know my friend Linda?" Linda was at school with Suzie, and works as a secretary at Darren's firm. Suze looked me in the eye, and continued, "The two of us went out on a girls' night out once and...I mean, it only happened twice, and that first time we'd both had a lot to drink."

Trying to ignore the chock I felt at Suzie's confession, I resumed my gentle voice and slid my hand across her back, stroking the nape of her neck with my fingers. "That's all right love, I mean when it's two girls together it isn't like it's really cheating, is it? And who wouldn't enjoy that?" I glanced back at the screen, where one of the blondes was rubbing her pussy hard onto the other's face.

My daughter seemed to be having some sort of internal battle with herself. Her nipples were poking like little bullets through her T-shirt, and she let her head fall back, clearly aroused by my caresses. She groaned, "Mum, I know what you're doing, and it wouldn't be right, not between us. There are lots of other girls out there you could..."

Leaning in towards her I interrupted her. "I don't want other girls Suze." 

I started softly kissing and licking her throat, while my finer moved round to hear and began stroking its contours, and my other hand gently cupped her left breast. She took a deep breath and whispered, "Oh fuck..." I thought for a moment it was going to be that easy, but then her eyes snapped open and she tried to sit up. Attempting to inject some authority to her voice she said, "Mother, stop this now. I mean it!"

She looked at me angrily and I moved in, cramming my lips firmly onto hers and taking advantage of her open mouth to slide in my tongue. Immediately she began to struggle against me and push hard with both hands in a real effort to try and force me off her. I had my arm wrapped around her neck though, and I was very determined. I slipped my free hand down under the waistband of her skirt and into her thong panties. One of my fingers found her crack, and without a moment's hesitation I pushed it into her hot, wet quim. She squealed into my mouth and hit me quite hard on the shoulder. Then in an instant she stopped fighting me, just like that. Like a balloon with a pin pushed into it she went soft, and next thing I knew she was hugging me tightly to her and wrestling my tongue with hers. I managed to slip a second finger into her and started to really enjoy my first feel of another woman's snatch. Suze moaned and slipped her hands under my jumper, stroking the bare skin of my back.

After a minute or so of me finger fucking her, Suzie dragged her lips off mine and, wrapping her arms around my neck, rested her forehead against mine, our noses touching. Breathing heavily, she whispered, "Christ Mum! At least let's go up to the bedroom." I had mixed feelings about breaking off, even for a moment, and giving her time to think about what we were doing, but it was she who led me up to her and Darren's room, holding my hand all the way. 

Once we were in the bedroom Suzie closed the door firmly, to try and avoid waking Rhys, and sat on the bed, looking a bit dazed, while I quickly stripped out of my clothes. She then stood, slightly unsteadily, and reached for the hem of her T-shirt, but I stopped her. I then proceeded to undress my daughter, for the first time since she was five years old. She lifted her arms as I raised the T-shirt over her head, then I knelt before her and unzipped her skirt. As it pooled around her feet I could see that her thong was tiny, and absolutely soaked with pussy juice. I eased it down to her ankles and, resting one hand on my shoulder, she stepped out of them. I found my face inches from Suzie's shaved pussy, the sweet pink lips pouting at me, slick with her juice. Unable to resist, I reached around her, clutched her slim buttocks and buried my nose in her, breathing in the aroma of her arousal. She sighed and ground her snatch against me, her hands behind my head pulling me onto her. I felt slightly light-headed with lust, and stood and pulled her into my arms. We hugged tightly and kissed deeply, falling back onto the bed.

I was on top as we fell, but Suzie surprised me and flipped me over onto my back. Immediately she wrapped her lips around one of my tits and gave it a good long suck. Most of my clients do that of course, but my own daughter doing it to me was an incredible turn-on and I began to whine with pleasure as I tried to force more and more of my boob into her mouth. I felt her twirling her fingers in my bushy pubes, and moments later I tensed in anticipation as I felt her warm breath rippling my hairs. She teased me at first, blowing on my gash, tracing her fingers around my labia and dabbing at me with her tongue until I was writhing with desire and almost begging her to go down on me.

At last I felt her tongue actually enter me, bringing the dream I'd had to reality. God, I've been eaten out a few times, but not by anybody as good as Suzie. Later I rally wondered about her claim that she'd only been with another woman twice. Her tongue seemed incredibly long, lapping deep into me, while she stroked my clit with one hand and my pussy lips with the other. I sucked at one of my own breasts and massaged the other until I had to put a pillow over my face to muffle my roar as I jumped and squirmed to a fantastic climax on my daughter's tongue. Suzie wasn't finished with me though. I felt her pushing at my pussy, and a moment later an almost electric buzz ran through me as her entire hand slipped inside me. Fisting is a new thrill I've discovered recently, and I love it. I could barely breathe as my lovely daughter pushed her fist up and down my pussy channel, stroking her fingers around me as she did so. She started sucking on my tit again at the same time, and the combination gave me a second heaving, trembling release.

I was still trembling with the aftershock of my orgasm when Suzie pressed her sticky hand to my lips. I sucked my cum off each of her fingers in turn, and she giggled. "I still can't believe I'm doing this with my own fucking mother. Jesus, you're a dirty old bitch." We lay and snogged for a bit while I recovered my breath, Suzie massaging my boobs and wrapping a long leg around me to stroke the back of my leg with her toes. 

It was late so I phoned Don to tell him I'd drunk too much and was sleeping over at Suzie's. While I was on the phone she went to check on Rhys. When she returned I licked my way down to her chest and attached my mouth to one of her boobs. It was so small that the whole mound fitted into my mouth, and I sucked hard on it. Her head rocked back and she gasped, "Oh yeah!" I stroked my hand across her shaved pussy mound, loving the soft feel of her skin, then slid a couple of fingers into her. I felt around with my thumb until I found her clit, and started to stroke it as I fucked my fingers into her. Almost immediately she stiffened and started whimpering and her pussy tightened around my hand. I was amazed she'd come that quick, and continued fucking and sucking her. Before long she pushed on the top of my head and breathed "Pleeaase mama". 

I smiled to myself and slipped my head between her legs. She really has got a pretty snatch, all pink and puffy. I took my time, leaning in slowly and letting my tongue have a good taste of its first pussy before I pulled her lips apart and slid it in. Within moments she was rocking and rolling on my tongue and fingers, muttering over and over, "Oh fuck, so good, so very, very good." She started to twist over and, rather than lose contact I went with her. We re-positioned ourselves so that she was literally sitting on my face, rubbing her snatch up and down me so that not only my tongue but my nose was rubbing her insides too. When I sensed she was close to cumming I pushed two fingers up her bum and started reaming her. I know that really turns some men on, and Suzie squealed with delight and began rocking back and forth, forcing my fingers harder into her arse until I felt her walls tighten again around my tongue. At the same time her bottom clenched on my fingers, and she fell forward with a huge sigh.

We slept in each other's arms that night. I woke up at one point to find Suzie, quite asleep, with her lips attached to my nipple, just as if I was breast feeding her again. In the morning though, a bit hung over, Suzie seemed cringingly embarrassed about what we'd done together, and couldn't wait to get me out of the house. When I phoned her later on, at first she didn't want to even talk about it and tried to shut me up. After a few minutes' coaxing, though, I got her to admit she'd had a good time, and by the time the call had finished she'd even agreed that the next time Darren was away we could "have another kiss and cuddle and see what happens".

In the next month I slept with Suzie twice more. By that third time she was much more relaxed about it and we had got used to each other's tastes, so we had an incredible session. She woke me up in the middle of the night and whispered, "Mum, I've got a little present for you." The next moment I felt an enormous prick pushing into my cunt from behind. I looked over my shoulder in surprise and saw Suzie was wearing a strap-on dildo which she was slowly inserting into me. I rolled onto my tummy and she went with me, pushing my legs apart and pulling hers up so she was kneeling. As she built up a rhythm I heard a gentle buzzing and saw Suze was rolling her head with her tongue hanging out. I found out later the dildo had a vibrator at the other end which was sitting in her pussy as she fucked me. She went on and on pounding at me, massaging the small of my back with her hands at the same time, and we both came several timed before I finally had to gasp to her that I couldn't take any more.

Last week I got an interesting request from a client. I've had one or two requests before for a two-girl session, but as I'm quite new to the business I don't know that many other ladies. However, this guy Bernard, one of my regulars who visits Cardiff on business, offered me a lot of money. I said I'd make a few calls and get back to him, hung up and immediately phoned my daughter. When I explained what I was asking her, she sounded genuinely upset. "For fuck's sake Mother, it's not enough that you've turned me into an adulterous, incestuous dyke, it's not enough that you're on the game, now you want me to start whoring as well?"

I tried to lighten the tone of the conversation. "It's not as if I'm asking you to go full-time love, I'm just asking you to help me out this once. Look, he's a nice guy with an eight-inch cock, and he's offering me 500 pounds for two hours if I can find a partner. You can have 300 of it. Just to do things you enjoy, being fucked and having your pussy eaten." Money's always been important to Suzie.

She was silent for several seconds, then said, in a pained voice, "Jesus, I don't fucking believe this. Eight inches you said?" I don't know how big Darren's equipment is, but I'm betting it doesn't match Bernard's. Suzie was quiet again, then said, "Oh God, I dunno, I'll have to think about it. I'll call you back." I asked her when and she snapped "When I've thought about it" and put the phone down. When she hadn't called back after three hours I rang her and she whined, "Damn you Mum. Yeah, Ok, I'll sodding do it for 300. This is a one-off though, don't you dare start getting any big ideas." Trying not to sound too triumphant I told her to wear sexy underwear then called Bernard back, telling him I had an extra little surprise for him.




Ruth and Her Daughter



On the day Suzie turned up at my apartment half an hour early, as I'd asked, so we could discuss the booking. She was beautifully made up and wearing a simple green dress with buttons up the front. When she took the dress off I almost wished I could cancel Bernard and have her to myself! She had an ivory lace push-up bra which showed off her perky red nipples, and a pair of matching panties which I think were the tiniest I'd ever seen: the crotch had more or less disappeared between her pussy lips. These were finished off with sheer black stockings, a lacy suspended belt and four-inch high heels. Never mind that she's my own daughter, I could feel my snatch twitching just from looking at her, so I knew my client would love her!

Suze had obviously had a couple of wines to steady her nerve but she was no more than tipsy and we talked things through, with me giving her a lot of reassurance. We'd just finished when Bernard arrived. I hugged him and kissed him on the cheek, then introduced Suzie as Dana (the name of the character in The L-Word) and told him my little surprise. His eyes positively lit up. "You two are really mother and daughter? Fucking hell, how kinky is that?"

Bernard stripped off his clothes in record time. He's 42, a Welshman living in London. He's only about five feet six tall, with a bit of a gut on him but covered in downy dark hair from his neck to his ankles. always likes to start off his appointments with a nice shared bubble bath to relax him. The bath's small, but that just makes it more fun! I'd already run the bath, but Bernard surprised me. Hardly able to take his eyes off Suzie, he murmured, "Gwyneth, don't take this the wrong way but, just this once, do you think Dana could give me my bath?"

Suzie and I looked at each other, and I was just about to get her out of it when she put her arm round him and said, "Course I can, pet. You don't mind, do you Mum?" For the next 20 minutes I walked up and down in front of the bathroom door, ready to dive in if Suzie panicked. I started to relax when I heard a huge splash and she squealed with laughter. When they came out, Bernard had a look in his eyes that told me he'd cum, and Suzie chuckled "Mum, you told me Bernard had a big cock, you didn't tell me how pretty it is, or how juicy." I couldn't believe it - in the course of a few weeks I'd turned her from my married daughter, shocked at my activities, to some cock-hungry slut I barely recognised!

We lay Bernard between us on the bed, each of us massaging him with our boobs while we kissed him and nibbled his ears and he finger fucked both of us. I could see Suzie was already making her way south, so as she straddled him and eased his seven inches into her pussy I swung a leg over his face and dropped my twat down onto his mouth. The main point of escorting is to make sure your client has a really good time, but it's nice when they make you feel good too, and Bernard is one of the best pussy eaters I know. He licks across my clit, while one hand twiddles in my pussy and the other reams my bum. I love riding him and ground myself against him, feeling that familiar warmth spreading through me like an old friend. I could hear Suzie screaming with pleasure, and the way the bed was moving it was obvious she was bouncing up and down on Bernard. He convulsed as he came into her, thrusting his tongue off my clit and deep into me. God, that set me off, my belly twirling as I crashed to orgasm, but I kept going and Bernard gave me all he could, pulling me onto him with his hands around my thighs and licking me to another quick climax.

We all needed a bit of a breather after that, so I gave Bernard a relaxing back massage while Suzie lay next to him kissing him. Then he asked, almost shyly, "I know your Dana's mum, but I don't suppose the two of you...?"

I giggled, "Too right we do love. Do you want to join in, or just watch?"

Bernard smiled. "Actually, would it be okay if I took a few photos, just for my own use?"

I do let my regulars take snaps, but I wasn't sure how Suzie would feel about it. She amazed me again though. "No problem, Bernard honey, just so long as you promise to e-mail us copies."

For the next ten minutes Suzie and I had fun 69ing each other. Suzie started moaning almost immediately, and I realised she was putting on a show for Bernard, so I started acting it up as well. After a few minutes though I didn't need to act. I really love Suzie's pussy, and this time I could taste Bernard inside her. She came quite quickly then just relaxed, and we ended up with me sitting on her face, lapping away at me while I ran my fingers round her and nibbled her thighs. Suzie's not as good at O as Bernard, but as she licked round my pussy walls and stroked my clitty I had another lovely mini-orgasm. Bernard just sat in a chair snapping away, and muttering, "Jesus Christ! I don't believe this! Fuck, this is sexy." Just as I thought we'd finished, Suzie surprised me again. She scissored our legs and started rubbing our pussies together, fucking me with her clit. She told me later she'd got the move from one of her DVDs. It felt amazing, and I could feel myself boiling yet again as I came onto my beautiful daughter's cunt.

Even though I was grateful to Suzie for helping me out, I was actually starting to feel a bit jealous of her. Her eyes were glazed over from so much sex in such a short time and, after a bit more all-round snogging and cuddling I said, "Dana love, why don't you go and make us all a nice pot of tea? There's some scones in the cupboard too." She tottered off to the kitchen and I lay on top of Bernard and gave him a deep, lingering kiss. Then I said, archly, "Bernard, you're not going off me are you? You wouldn't just want Dana in future?"

He actually looked quite shocked at the question. He hugged me to him and said, "Course not Gwyneth! Dana's nice, and she's sexy, but you're bloody gorgeous. It wouldn't be worth me coming to Cardiff if I couldn't see you. If I lived here I'd be broke I'd want to see you so much." Kissing me between almost every word, he said, "You're a beautiful, experienced, sweet lady, and lovely shag too." God, I wish my husband had ever said anything like that to me! Bernard rolled me onto my back, and gave me a lovely fuck after that. He's got a nice meaty prick, and he likes to do it with long, slow strokes that prolong the enjoyment for both of us. He leaned up on his hands and we smiled into each other's faces as we made love. When I came it was with a gently sigh, and I wrapped my legs around him, pulled him down onto me and we had another nice cuddle. It feels great when you can get truly intimate like that with a regular client. When he left he gave Suzie a peck on the cheek, but he hugged me, gave me a very affectionate kiss, and whispered, "I can't wait to see you again Gwyneth."

Suzie hasn't gone on the game, although she has done one more double session with me -- not with Bernard though, I'm keeping him to myself! I've also taken on one or two lady clients for the first time, and I'm learning more and more about how to make love with another woman. Suzie's getting the benefit of that! I love what I do, I enjoy meeting nice new people, and I wouldn't change a thing about my life right now.

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Coming soon -- Ruth's gang bang! 



Ruth and Her Lover – Brian



Brian came home from an overseas working stint. He had been away from home for about 2 ½ years and had finally decided that he was due to have a vacation.

He had been married before he left the country but his wife had filed for divorce while he had been overseas, as she had met someone else.

He had written to his Mom and asked if he could stay with her on his holiday. Ruth was so pleased that she immediately wrote and got all the details of when he would be returning. 

At this time, Brian had just turned thirty and Ruth was forty nine. Ruth was still a very attractive lady. As Brian was her only child, she hadn't suffered any distortion of her body, and still kept herself trim and toned by going to the gym 2 or 3 times a week and playing tennis and golf. She stood about 5'9" and now had silver blonde hair and green eyes. 

Brian himself was about 6' and had a few grey hair at the temples. Like his mother, he also had green eyes. He had a tanned, toned body because of his work outdoors.

He arrived home and found no-one there. He couldn't understand that, as his Mom had taken a note of when he would be arriving. Maybe she had to go to the shops for something at the last minute. 

He proceeded upstairs and decided to freshen up while he was waiting. He had his shower and unpacked his cases and then went back downstairs to see if she had arrived yet.

He walked into the kitchen and found her putting away some groceries.

"Hi Mom, how's my favourite girl."

Ruth turned around and fell into his arms. 

"Oh Brian, welcome home darlin'." she cried as she hugged him.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here when you arrived, but I had to pick up something that I had forgotten."

"That's alright Mom, I took the time to shower and unpack."

"Would you like a drink baby,"

"I'll get it Mom, are you still drinking Vodka and tonic. "

"Actually Brian, I have got some wine for tonight". 

"Red or White," Brian enquired?

"I'll have a Red thanks."

"I'll join you in that."

Mom and son sat in the lounge room and talked for an hour. They had so much to catch up with. Ruth asked him how he felt about the divorce and he told her that he wasn't overly concerned. After all, his ex-wife did deserve someone who would be around a lot more than him. He had got over it and put it behind him. He was going to carry on with his own life.

Ruth went back into the kitchen and carried on preparing dinner for the two of them.

They sat down about ½ hour later to a virtual feast. There was a vegetable soup for starters, followed by a Chateaubriand with salad and then a Passionfruit Flan and cream, all which Ruth knew that Brian loved.

After helping her pack the dishes in the dishwasher, they both went back into the lounge and continued to drink and talk.

"So Mom, how is your love life lately, enquired Brian. Have you found yourself a new boyfriend since Dad left."

"Not yet darlin', I am not terribly interested in casual relationships. I have had some other thoughts though."

"What about you Brian, did you meet anyone overseas."

"Nah, he replied. I thought I had better wait until I was home for good before I became interested in anyone. Although I did have a couple of things going for me while I was over there. Only casual flings though. 

By this time it was getting on to about 11pm and Brain was feeling a bit of jetlag. Ruth had to work the next morning, so they decided to turn in.

The next morning Brian came downstairs very early and found his Mom in the kitchen still in her PJ's. Not just any PJ's, but practically transparent. Ruth turned to him and her nipples were standing erect and showing through the filmy material of her top.

"Sorry baby, I am just so used to being here on my own that I didn't think to cover up this morning."

"That's fine Mom, it is a good way to wake up. You are still one sexy looking lady, even if you are my Mom."

"Well thank you son, it's always good to hear a lovely compliment; especially from your son."

"Mom, I could look at you anytime."

"Well Brian, I have to go to work now. I will see you about 4.30p.m. when I get home. Is there anything special you want for dinner?"

"No Mom, I am going to take you out tonight, so come home as early as you can and prepare for a big night out, OK."

When Ruth arrived home, Brian greeted her with a hug and a kiss. Then he told her that a bath was waiting for her and she was to go up and get into her sexiest gear so he could show off his current date. He told her he had ordered the cab for 7pm and that they were going to a very upmarket restaurant and then nightclubbing.

"Alright sweetie, I will be down in about an hour and a half," replied Ruth.

Ruth proceeded upstairs and found her bathroom scented with such a sensual aroma of various oils in the bath water. She immersed herself for about a half an hour, then dried herself and went into her bedroom.

She found some very titillating lingerie laid out on the bed, Brian had been in there while she was in the bath. He had also been shopping and found a beautiful aquamarine dress with a deep cleavage and a full handkerchief skirt, which swirled around her lovely legs as she walked. The outfit really complimented her skin and trim body.

She applied a light make-up, picked up her clutch bag and slipped on her 4" high heels and made her way downstairs.

Brian had heard her walk out of her bedroom door and was waiting at the bottom of the stairs. He was stunned. This lady could be one of his own generation. She looked too young to be his Mother.

"Wow, Mom, will you be my date tonight. I wouldn't be game to introduce you as my Mom."

At seven, the doorbell rang and Brian answered it. He escorted Ruth to the Limousine and followed her. 

"Brian, you didn't have to go to this trouble, we could have gone in my car."

"Mom, it has been a long time since I have had the pleasure of escorting such a beautiful lady to dinner, that anything I could do to make it more interesting was a bonus. Mom, while we are in public, may I call you Ruth instead of Mom?

"Of course son, that would be wonderful. To think I have such a handsome escort for the evening does wonders for me."

"Well Ruth, lets just go and enjoy the night."

After a wonderful dinner and a couple of bottles of Red wine, they decided to carry on to the nightclub. The Limo was waiting outside for them and delivered them to the venue. Brian asked the driver to return in a couple of hours to take them home.

They had a couple more drinks and Brian asked Ruth if she would care to dance.

He took her into his arms and they slowly waltzed round the floor. As the floor filled with dancers, the space between them narrowed. Ruth found that she was dancing so close to Brian that she could feel his body against her own. He seemed to have an erection that rubbed against her pudenda. She was starting to feel very horny and guessed that Brian must feel the same.

She carried on with her head resting on his shoulder and both his arms wrapped around her waist. Occasionally he would nudge her body towards his with his hand and rub himself against her. She looked into his eyes and read the need in them. She was feeling the same need and suggested that they make their way home. Brian just nodded and called the driver and asked him to return a bit earlier than arranged.

They arrived home and as soon as they got in the door, Brian bent towards Ruth and covered her mouth with his. He knew that this was what they had been working towards all night. He was going to get his wish and at last make love to the lady of his dreams.

Ruth took him by the hand, and without saying a word, led him upstairs to her room. She then proceeded to undress him, garment by garment until she was down to his boxers. He was tenting them by that time.

Brian then began to slowly remove Ruth's clothes. She stopped him and told him that he was to lie on the bed while she stripped for him.

"Don't keep me waiting too long please Ruth, I have dreamt of this for so long that I am afraid I am not going to last long the first time round."

"Baby, you don't even know how long I have waited. After so long, a few more moments won't hurt."

Ruth then slowly stripped until she was down to just her thong. 

"Stop right there, whispered Brian. I want to be the one to take those off....... with my teeth."

Ruth lay beside him on the bed. He gazed longingly at her; his eyes taking in the sight from the top of her head down to her toes. 

"You are so beautiful Ruth, I never thought I would ever be so lucky to see you like this."

He trailed his fingertips over her face, her lips, her breasts and down into the cleft between her thighs. He followed that with his tongue in all the same places, stopping to kiss her thoroughly in a French kiss, then worked his way to her full breasts and nipples which he laved and suckled for a few minutes, all the while he teased her pussy with his fingertips. He made his way gently downward to the slit between her thighs. He proceeded to work her thong down and over her thighs until he had taken them right off....with his teeth as promised. Ruth opened her legs to give him better access. He buried his head in that precious valley and continued to lick and suck on the outer lips of that promised land. He felt as though he had died and gone to heaven. 

He pulled his nose from Ruth's pussy and bumped it against her clitoris. He wiggled his way upwards until he could, once again; capture her clit in his mouth. This time around there was no need for him to push the hood out of the way. Her excited little bud had grown quite large by now. It was wet and shiny and it stuck out from beneath her hood at least half an inch. Brian nibbled and licked until Ruth was screaming like a banshee.

He licked hard and watched as her fat, spongy cunt lips vibrated and quivered. He could see Ruth staring at him licking her sweet cunt and her breathing was fast and her moaning had turned into loud groans, which she was emitting with gusto. Her eyes were large, probably because of what he was doing; and he was her son.

"Is that nice Mom?" Brian asked between licks of her cunt lips.

"Ohhhh, son," Ruth yelled. "Son! Son! Son! Don't stop, baby. It's almost here!"

Brian licked the length of her clit. Up and down his tongue went, teasing, no, torturing Ruth's hot little appendage. In just a couple of seconds, her dam broke and flooded his face and mouth with her ejaculate.

The musky aroma coming from Ruth was causing his erection to pulsate to such a rhythm that he was afraid he would ejaculate before he was ready.

"I don't think I can wait any longer my darling, I have to immerse my sword in your wonderful sheath," Brian whispered.

"Go Brian baby, I am so ready for you. I want you to love me for as long as you like."

He fitted himself into the sweet, warm, wet cunt that awaited him, and lay there looking into his Mother's eyes. He saw the desire that shone there and knew that it was for him alone.

"I am now going to make you my woman Mom, I never want anyone else but you."

"Go ahead Brian, I have been your woman from the day you were born. I always knew that we would be together."

Brian then began to pump his rigid cock in and out of his Mom's cunt, slowly at first and working up to a hard and faster movement. He knew he wouldn't last too long on this first cum but he wanted to make it worthwhile for his lady. She grabbed his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his hips and met his moves with some of her own; gaining speed with each one. After about 5 minutes Brian could feel the cum beginning to erupt through the canal of his penis and cried out, "Momma, I am cumming......right into you."

Ruth had the same feeling and she also cried out that she was cumming, both of them peaking at exactly the same time.

"Wow Mom, that was some journey. I never want to stop taking those trips with you. You fulfil my every desire."

"Brian, while you are here, I will be your lady and we will have many adventures."

"Mom, I have news for you. Today while you were at work; my work contacted me and told me that my overseas stints are finished and I start working in the home office as soon as my vacation has finished. Looks like you are going to have me around for a long time."

"In fact, as the home office is in Denver, I thought we may move there and get a house and live as husband and wife. You are still beautiful enough to pass for my wife, and who would know any different, as we would be in a different state. What do you think?

"Oh Brian, what wonderful news. As I work in the Real Estate business, I can put the house on the market straight away. Let's start making plans in the morning. Tonight I just want to make more glorious love to my new husband."



Ruth and the Boy Next Door



Eight months, three weeks, four days and, let's see, eleven hours. That's how long it's been since my husband and me had sex. I remember because it was my 53rd birthday. I wouldn't say since we made love; we haven't done that in years. We've never really had much of a sex life, not since my daughter Suzie was born, and she's 27 now. We don't really do much together at all anymore. If it weren't for me cooking his meals and washing his clothes, I'm not sure Don would even notice me. Sometimes I think the only reason we stay together is that we can't be bothered with the effort and expense of getting divorced.

My name's Ruth, and I live in a little place called Penarth, just outside Cardiff, Wales. I'm not a bad looking woman for my age. I'm small, five-feet-three, with a helmet of short nut brown hair and I suppose I'm a bit dumpy – I could do with losing 20 pounds or so. But I've got a smooth round face, twinkling green eyes, plump, sensuous lips and a dimple in my chin. I've got big knockers too – I take size DD bra cups. Don was only the third man I ever slept with, and the last – until recently.

Perhaps it's just my hormones going berserk, but these days it seems like you're surrounded by sex. It's on the TV, in the press, on the Internet, everywhere you look. I'm a secretary at the local secondary school, and it seems like all day long I'm seeing teenage kids flirting with each other, kissing, touching each other. The teachers have to patrol the toilets at break times to make sure none of the kids are shagging in there. Never mind behind the bike sheds – a couple of them were caught at it in a classroom one lunchtime a few months ago, actually doing it on the teacher's desk! The boy told the teacher they were both 18 so it was none of her business, cheeky little fucker.

So, with all this sex around, I couldn't help wondering why I wasn't getting any. I'd given up on Don, and at my age you can't just wander into a local bar and look to pick someone up; in London maybe, but not here. I seem to spend hours looking at websites where you can advertise for a one-night stand, and where blokes with cocks the size of Big Ben sell themselves. I wouldn't have the courage to use a dating website though, and I'm certainly not paying for it.

The answer to ending all my frustration arrived one morning a few weeks ago, quite unexpectedly. The school summer holidays had just started, so I was at home all day. I stayed in bed till Don had gone to work, then wandered over to my bedroom window and stared out of it, as I often do when I'm getting my thoughts together first thing in the morning. As usual I was dressed in my flannelette nightie. Our house is on a street corner, and the back of the house looks out at an angle onto the back of the first house down the side street, perhaps 30 yards away. Just as I was about to go and have a shower, out of the corner of my eye I caught a movement in a window of that other house. Not moving my head I swivelled my eyes – and saw a small brown face staring straight at me out of the window.

I thought about it as I was showering. That house is owned by a Pakistani couple. They're nice enough, but I don't really know them much beyond saying hello. The husband's a pharmacist in the chemist's shop in town. They've got two children, a 16-year old girl, I'm not sure of her name, and an 18-year old boy called Salman. I knew that the room where I'd seen the face was Salman's bedroom – I'd seen him in it sometimes. He didn't go to our school, but he would be on his holidays too at the moment. It was probably just a coincidence that he'd been at his window the same time I was at mine. I chuckled to myself at the notion of a nice looking teenage boy bothering to ogle a woman old enough to be his granny.

The next morning, though, when I stood in my window I turned my eyes in that direction, and there he was again, half-hidden behind the curtain, staring at me. A naughty thought went through my mind, and I pretended to yawn, stretching my arms above my head, making my boobs ride up under my nightie. Then I got a shock. I saw him lift something up – and I realised the cheeky little beggar had a pair of binoculars trained on me! I skittered backwards from the window so fast I banged against the bed and sat on it with a thump. At first I didn't know whether to be amused or furious; but then, he hadn't really seen anything, only me in my nightie, and I'd answered the front door to the postman dressed like that more than once. 

I tried to put it out of my head, but all day long I was thinking about young Salman spying on me like that. Later in the day I was looking at a website of sexy grannies, telling myself I looked a lot better naked than most of them. There was one in particular who was leaning through the window of a caravan, her enormous tits hanging down below her like barrage balloons. Looking at her, in the window, I suddenly got the most wicked notion, and sat back giggling to myself. Right, I thought – if Salman wants to stare at me, I'll give the dirty little sod something really worth looking at!

I woke at dawn the next morning, and lay awake for ages with my stomach in knots, wondering if I really had the nerve to go through with my plan. At the usual time I swung my feet to the floor and made my way nervously forwards. Then, taking a deep breath, I took the last step to the window. I didn't even glance in the direction of Salman's house, I just assumed he was there. I waited about 30 seconds then, my heart racing, I reached down to the hem of my nightie and pulled it over my head, leaving me standing naked. My big boobs would be clearly visible to Salman. As if to confirm it, my eye was caught by a movement as he twitched his curtain back to get a better look, then a flash of sunlight reflected off his binoculars.

I felt myself blushing, but weirdly I found I was enjoying my exhibitionism. I put my hands under my tits and lifted them up, as if weighing them. Then I let one fall back and, still holding the other up, began to play with my big brown nipple, making it stiffen. After a few minutes I stepped back and went for a shower, giggling like a naughty schoolgirl. Over the next few mornings I repeated the show. I found that by craning my neck slightly I could actually get my nipple into my mouth, and actually rather enjoyed the sensation as I sucked on it, stroking my fingers along the flesh of my stretched breast. I felt quite heated up afterwards, and frigged myself under the shower, thinking about Salman watching me. Later that same day, as I was walking out of my front gate, he just happened to be walking past my house. When he saw me his eyes widened in terror and he hurriedly changed direction and headed back to his own home.

Sitting at home all day, looking at porn on the Internet and thanking about Salman maybe wanking himself as he watched me, I started to develop a little fantasy: that I would invite him into my home and seduce him, satisfying both our rampant libidos. Though he had a handsome face he was short, only the same height as me, and quite skinny, and on the few occasions I'd met him he seemed a little shy and reserved. Knowing what the kids at my own school were like I suspected he probably hadn't had many girlfriends. I spent a while thinking about that, but I don't think I seriously intended to do anything about it. Then fate lent a hand.

Just after lunchtime on one particularly hot day, I was struggling back to the house with several bags of shopping. I put them down outside my front gate, to wipe sweat out of my eyes and find my key...and at that moment my voyeur came round the corner and almost tripped over my bags. If I'd had even a second to think about it I'm sure I wouldn't have done it. As it was, acting on instinct, I heard myself say, "Oh hello, Salman isn't it? You couldn't do me a favour, could you love, and help me inside with these bags?"

Salman had been brought up to be a good, polite boy and, giving me a nervous smile, he hefted up my bags and carried them to my front door, then through to the kitchen where he placed them on a counter. As he was turning to go I said, "Thank you love. Oh, you look as hot as me now, would you like a drink? I've got Coke in the fridge, or I was just about to do myself a nice cup of tea."

He shook his head and mumbled something, backing towards the door. I gently took his arm in my hand. "Come on Salman, I owe you something for getting those bags in for me. Anyway, I could do with a bit of company, on my own in here all day. You weren't going anywhere important were you?"

Looking as if he wanted to be anywhere else at that moment, he muttered, "Er no, just the library." I pulled out a chair for him and he obediently sat in silence, staring intently at his hands clasped on the table before him while the kettle boiled and I put away the frozen stuff from my bags. Then I established that he wanted tea, poured us both a cup and sat across the table from him. He seemed uncomfortable in my presence, but I got out of him that he was going away to university in Birmingham in the autumn. His parents had been pressuring him to get a summer job, but he wanted to enjoy his freedom before re-starting his studies. The conversation rather seemed to peter out after that.

I could feel my heart pounding. The first part of my fantasy had actually happened – Salman was sitting in my house. If I didn't do something he was just going to finish his tea, get up and leave, grateful to have got away from the mad old woman from next door. Clearing my throat, I said as casually as I could, "I've seen you watching me, you know."

His head snapped up and he looked at me with panic-stricken eyes. He stuttered, "I...I don't know what you mean."

I smiled, trying to look much calmer than I was feeling. "In the mornings. In my bedroom. Do you like my breasts?"

His looked at me in panic. I saw him swallow once, twice, then in a strangled voice he mumbled, "Mrs Jones, I'm sorry, I..." Then he hung his head and stared at his hands again.

I told him. "That's all right, I'm not angry. It's quite flattering actually, to have a handsome young man like you looking at me in that way." His head dropped a fraction lower, and I saw a single big tear drop roll down his cheek and burst on the table. I reached a hand across the table and placed it on his; he flinched. As gently as I could, I said, "Salman...have you ever had a girlfriend?" He shook his head and gave a loud, self-pitying sniff.

Still with my hand cupped over his, I asked, "Do you play with yourself when you're watching me?" He didn't answer, but his shoulders shook as he began to cry in earnest. Squeezing his hand lightly, I said, "Would you like to play with me?" Tears still covering his face, he looked up at me in miserable incomprehension. I continued, "You've seen my titties; would you like to actually touch them?" His jaw dropped and, wiping his face with the back of a hand, he stared at me in disbelief that he had really heard what I just said. I smiled reassuringly, and almost whispered, "You can if you want to. I don't mind; in fact I'd like it."

Salman continued to stare at me. I stood and, my knees feeling weak, walked around the table and squatted beside him. I reached out and took his hand, pulled it towards me and placed it lightly on my boob. He looked fearfully into my eyes for a moment, perhaps expecting me to scream, then I felt his fingers flex, as he gently squeezed me. I was surprised to feel my nipple start to stiffen. Finally starting to believe this wasn't some bizarre dream, Salman turned sideways on his chair to face me, and cupped his spare hand around my other boob, squeezing that too. Still acting more on instinct than conscious thought, I stood and took one of his hands in mine. Feeling suddenly light-headed, I heard myself say, "Come on, let's go upstairs, we'll be more comfortable there."

I don't know which of us was more nervous as I led him up the stairs to my bedroom – mine and Don's. Salman still looked petrified as I sat him on the bed and closed the curtains over the window where I'd paraded myself for him the last few mornings. I sat beside him and wondered what on earth I should do next. Again, instinct seemed to take over. I undid my blouse, button by button, then held it out at arm's length between finger and thumb and dropped it, as if I was performing a striptease. Then I reached back and unclipped my bra. Salman gasped as my big pink-white boobies dropped down, the nipples stiff.

His eyes locked on my chest, he tentatively reached out a hand and cupped it under one of my breasts, rolling the nipple between his finger and thumb, as if in wonderment. I felt my tummy jump, and next thing I knew there was dampness between my legs, just like that. I expected him to take my other boob in his other hand again; instead, he dipped his head down and sucked it into his mouth, his lips massaging the breast while his tongue drew circles around my nipple. I sighed at that, cupped a hand behind his head, closed my eyes and murmured, "God Salman, that's lovely."

I felt more aroused than I would have believed was possible with an inexperienced kid; more aroused than I had been in years. We sank back onto the bed until Salman was laying half across me, mouth and hand still locked to my boobs. I reached down and found the zip of his jeans, fumbled it down then slipped my hand inside. I pushed his briefs out of the way, and heard him gasp as my fingers closed around his circumcised cock. He was already very stiff, and I began to slowly rub my hand up and down it, feeling every ridge, every contour.

We were both breathing more deeply by then, and, any doubts I'd had forgotten, I felt it was time to move things on. Removing my hand from his jeans, I whispered, "Salman, let's get undressed." He rolled off me and, with curious shyness in the circumstances, turned his back to strip off his clothes. I quickly kicked off my jogging pants and my damp knickers and lay back, gazing at my lover's taut little bum.

When Salman turned round I got my first proper look at him. His skin was beautiful, the colour of mocha coffee – I look more like a glass of milk. He wasn't as weedy as I'd thought, in fact his body was quite sinewy. He had no chest hair, but a wispy forest of black hair perched above an impressively erect cock. It was slim but surprisingly long given his small stature, maybe eight inches. By contrast, his hairless scrotum looked unusually small.

He lay beside me on the bed and, for the first time, smiled, his teeth a brilliant white. Then he took me by surprise, suddenly leaning into me and smacking his lips onto mine, as he gripped my tit quite firmly. I pressed my tongue against his lips, and after a moment or two he realised what I wanted and opened them for me. I slipped into his mouth and stroked his tongue with my own, making him groan. He had eaten something spicy for lunch, and the taste of it made my tongue tingle.

Without warning he pulled out of the kiss and pushed me urgently onto my back. I opened my legs and he moved between them, but too late: he spent his load half into my thick bush of brown pubes and half onto the duvet. Salman hung his head, and said, "Fuck! I'm sorry Mrs Jones."

I sat up and kissed him lightly on the forehead. Then, trying to sound more upbeat than I felt at that moment, I said, "That's okay sweetheart, we've got all afternoon. And call me Ruth, not Mrs Jones." I took a tissue from the bedside and scooped the spunk off the duvet, knowing I'd have to change it before Don got home, and went to the bathroom to clean myself up. On the way back, as an afterthought, I took a spare toilet roll with me. Salman still looked ashamed of not having been able to hold back so, trying to control my impatience and frustration, I pulled him into my arms and we kissed again for a while. 

I took one of his hands and pushed it between my legs, then eased one of his fingers into me. He let it just sit there for a few moments, then began to stir it around. I pushed at him and moaned to let him know I liked what he was doing, and he inserted another digit. Before long four of his slim fingers were in my pussy, stroking me and pumping slowly in and out. After a few minutes of that I broke our kiss and fell back beside Salman, panting. My nipples couldn't have got any stiffer without bursting. My new lover began to pump at me more quickly, and attached his mouth to my boob. Soon after that I almost wailed at him, "Oh God yes, that's great, keep doing that Salman...oh shit, I'm cumming darlin'." Then a red mist descended before my eyes and my internal organs exploded. I screeched through clenched teeth, my hips bucked off the bed towards him, and my pussy walls clamped round his fingers like a vice.

I sank back, sweating and with my whole body tingling like prickly heat. Salman, bless him, kept stroking my pussy until I reached down and stopped him, pulling him up to kiss me again. I hadn't felt that good in a very, very long time, and I felt incredibly tender towards him. I was aware of his erection burning against my thigh and, pulling my face back, I asked, "Do you want to give it another try, honey?" He nodded, slightly nervously I thought. I kissed him on the cheek and assured him, "It's okay lover, it'll be fine this time."

I lay back and opened my legs invitingly. This time, to my surprise, Salman didn't lay on top of me, but tucked his knees under my buttocks and shuffled up to me, his hands cupping my bum cheeks. He entered me with a solid thrust, and I wrapped my legs around his cute bum and locked them at the ankles. I think the position he'd adopted gave his actions extra power, and he fucked me with long, fast, powerful strokes that soon had me gurgling with joy. Having already cum once I was still heated up, and after only a minute or so I screamed "Yeeessss, oh yes honey" as my insides melted again. 

Feeling my pussy clamp on him, and my legs tighten around him, Salman asked me if I wanted him to stop. I felt as if I was floating on a cloud of champagne, and murmured, "Fuck no, you carry on lover." Whereas my first orgasm had set me up for the second, thankfully Salman's had had the reverse effect on him, enabling him to carry on for ages. I had a second climax before he'd finished, and I think a third mini one arrived as he finally gave a series of gasps, began rolling his head around and fired into me with one last huge shove before settling back on his haunches in a daze.

We lay together kissing and cuddling as we recovered our strength, bathing in our own sweat. Salman sat up and gazed down at me, then said, "Ruth, was that okay, really?"

I pulled him back down and told him, "Salman, it was great! You've given me one of the best fucks I've ever had. I haven't cum as much as that in years." He snuggled into me, smiling happily. 

Later, as he left, he asked, "Ruth, can I come round again sometime?"

I grinned and replied, "You can come every day if you want."

He didn't do that, but we've seen each other three or four times a week since then. Every morning I do my flash show for him, but now I look straight at him as I do it. The second time he came round we ended up going down on each other. I used to enjoy sucking cock, but Don thinks it's a waste of an erection these days so I hadn't done it for years. Salman's long slim prick reaches more or less to the back of my throat, and I love stroking my lips up and down it and cupping his little balls as he curls his hands in my hair. The first time he went down on me he obviously didn't have much idea what he was doing, but I hadn't experienced it for over 30 years and it drove me wild. Now he's getting better and better, and he knows how to play with my clit to bring me to the brink two or three times before he finally lets me cum. His confidence as a lover is now as high as a kite, and I'm feeling well and truly fucked. He's going to keep some lucky young lady very happy in years to come. He only has to touch me now for my pussy to start getting wet. I don't know how we'll continue to see each other when he goes away to university, but until then I'm going to enjoy every fucking, sucking moment with him.



Ruth and Wendy Pt. 01



Wendy had been driving for about 5 hours now on her way from Sydney to Adelaide and was due to fill her car with petrol. The town of Hay was still an hour away and she could have maybe just made it there but thought a leg stretch would do her some good. She pulled into the next service station and commenced to fill up when she noticed the lady at the next pump also filling her car, but as she was doing so she was studying her rear tyre. Wendy looked down and noticed the tyre looked somewhat soft and as the other lady caught her eye smiled she said, "Looks like it could do with some air."

"I think your right," responded the lady. Wendy finished filling up and went over to pay and then ordered a coffee at the diner section.

Through the diner window she saw the lady putting air into the soft tyre and noticed how fit she looked, about 26 she guessed, a couple of years older than herself and with a trim figure, long auburn hair blowing around in the breeze that was beginning to get up. The breeze caused Wendy to look up to the sky and see some dark clouds forming in the direction she was headed and she thought and hoped she would reach Hay before rain appeared. The lady had driven off as Wendy finished her coffee and she then briskly walked around the service station several times to stretch her legs and fully wake up ready for the last hours drive. The breeze was quite warm and with the still hot sun fading behind the gathering clouds, she was pleased that she had dressed lightly with only a button up blouse and cotton shorts, comfortable for driving and not needing the air conditioning too high.

After about 15 minutes on the road again, and only having seen one other car, as at that time of day not much traffic was traveling on the road to Hay, Wendy saw a car on the verge up ahead with the driver standing looking at the rear wheel, and as she approached closer she could see that it was the lady from the service station. Wendy slowed down and pulled up behind her, got out noticing the left rear tyre was quite flat and also that her station wagon was loaded to the hilt with cases and boxes. 

"Hi." Wendy said, "Looks like we have a problem here."

"Oh thankyou so much for stopping, I was wondering how I was going to get all this stuff out of the back so I could reach the spare wheel, and it looks like it will start raining at any time." responded the lady.

"My name is Wendy." said Wendy as she offered her hand, "What might be a lot easier is if we fitted my spare wheel as we have the same model Ford, yours is just the wagon model of my salon and I don't have much luggage in my boot."

"That would be great Wendy, please call me Ruth, if we hurry we might just beat this rain."

Wendy and Ruth pulled the couple of luggage items out of Wendy's boot and put them on the rear seat, wrestled the spare wheel out of its hole along with the wheel brace and jack. Between them they soon had the wheel off Ruth's wagon and were about to replace it with the new one when a clap of thunder announced the arrival of the rainstorm. Wendy and Ruth both quickly jumped into Ruth's wagon, the rain was really heavy and it was getting darker. 

"Well Wendy, we can't wait till this passes over as it looks set in for the duration, I have a couple of capes in the back, near the top I think, which will keep at least some of the rain off us." And with that she climbed over the seats, opened the top case and pulled out two black shiny capes passing one to Wendy and pulling the other one over her head. Wendy was startled at the material of the cape as it felt very slippery and smooth.

"What is this Ruth?" 

"Don't worry Wendy, it's OK, it's just latex, it'll keep you dry alright."

Wendy pulled the cape over her head and slid her hands and lower arms through the side slits. 

"Are you ready for the last bit Wendy?"

"I guess so Ruth" and with that they both pulled the hoods of the capes over their heads and exited the wagon into the rain. Wendy was too occupied initially to think just why Ruth had 'TWO' capes with her. As the two girls between them replaced the wheel Wendy was thinking about the cape she was wearing and how it felt nice on her bare arms and legs, a sort of tingly feeling, she was also concerned that the bottom of the cape was getting a bit muddy from the wet ground. Finally the wheel changing was done and they both jumped back into Ruth's wagon.

"Thank you so much for helping me Wendy," said Ruth, "I must repay you with dinner or something, we are only about an hour away from Hay, oh and where are you booked in for the night?"

Wendy replied, "I haven't booked in anywhere, I thought I would just find a motel when I got to Hay."

"Oops" said Ruth, "Didn't you know there is a Pump and Machinery convention this week in Hay and I'll bet all the motels are fully booked? But I booked ahead a double suite as I was supposed to be accompanied by a colleague but she cancelled out at the last minute and if you like you could share with me."

"Oh thank you very much Ruth, now I understand what all the boxes are in the wagon, pumps and stuff, it would be very nice to share with you but you must let me also share the cost." replied Wendy.

With that Wendy started to remove the cape, but Ruth said, "Leave the cape on Wendy you still have to dash back to your car and you do seem to like wearing it."

"Yes, I do like the cape, it feels strange to me but it is difficult to know quite why it feels so comfortable and warming on my skin, it looks sort of sexy with the glistening black appearance from the rain and the aroma is great too." said Wendy.

"OK, if you follow me to my motel we can get checked in and tidied up." Ruth told Wendy, and with that Wendy got back into her own car, but she decided to leave the latex cape on as she was enjoying wearing it and felt good in it. It wasn't too difficult to drive with just her arms poking through the slits so she just followed Ruth at a safe distance. She was able to switch on the cruise control and relax using just one hand for steering with the other hand on her lap, she massaged her thigh through the latex, and that felt really good, and moved her hand further up to her groin, spread her legs a little more and massaged her vagina. She unzipped her fly on the shorts to obtain more 'feel' from the slinky latex, Wendy was very hot between the legs now and getting turned on, she'd realised it was the latex cape that was responsible but she had to continue the massaging until she felt her panties becoming damp from her juices. She pulled the hood up over her head to feel the cool latex on her face and wondered if Ruth also kept her cape on whilst driving as well.

Wendy thought she had better concentrate on driving before she had an accident, but she couldn't stop thinking how much she was enjoying the confines of the latex cape. Eventually the two cars pulled into a large motel and Ruth got out still wearing the cape, walked over to Wendy's car opened the door for her and said, "Come on let's get registered and into our room." 

The receptionist gave the couple, still dressed in their capes, a long and inquisitive look but made no comment whilst she booked them in and gave Ruth the key to the motel suite room. Ruth asked the girl if she could book a table in the dining room for dinner, and if possible one of the side booths. The desk girl made a call to the dinning room and confirmed a booth table was still available. 

In the room Ruth said, "Finally we are out of that terrible weather and into some comfortable surrounds."

Wendy was about to lift up her cape to remove it when Ruth said, "Let me help you Wendy, we have to give the capes a bit of a wash to remove the road dirt from when we changed the wheel and the best way to wash the capes is whilst still wearing them." and with that she reached through the arm slits of Wendy's cape and undid the buttons on her blouse, unhooked her bra and then started on her shorts. 

Wendy pulled back a little, but Ruth said, "Relax Wendy, nothing we will do will be against your will, I can see you are enjoying the feel of the latex cape, and you will like it all the more when it is caressing all of your body directly against your lovely smooth skin." 

Ruth finished undoing Wendy's shorts and pulled them down to the floor along with her top and bra and then slowly eased her panties down. Ruth then hugged Wendy and kissed her full on the lips. Wendy responded by holding Ruth closer to herself massaging her back through the latex. Wendy then slid her arms through Ruth's cape to undress her as well. 

With the two of them now naked under their capes Ruth led Wendy to the shower and turned the water on to a nice warm temperature and manoeuvred Wendy under the spray. They hugged each other tightly whilst the water was running down the capes making them even shinier and smoother, some of the warm water was finding its way inside Wendy's cape and as it reached her tummy Ruth placed her hand between her legs and gently messaged Wendy's sodden pussy. Wendy placed her hands on Ruth's bottom and pulled her tight against herself enjoying the attentions very much. Ruth then, with her free hand, pulled the hood of Wendy's cape over her head and also her own hood too. She then brought Wendy's head against her own and kissed her longingly full on the lips. Ruth then poured some hair shampoo over them both and the two of them lathered themselves all over both outside the capes and underneath as well.

Wendy and Ruth played with each other for quite a while enjoying the comfort of the warm water, the lovely latex capes, and most of all, each other. Ruth poured more of the shampoo over Wendy's breasts and gently massaged them through the black latex running her fingers in circles around her nipples, she then reached one hand through the arm slit and caressed one breast directly as she still fondled the other through the rubber. Wendy responded by tenderly moving her hands over Ruth's bottom and pulling her closer so that their pelvises we mashing together. The slippery shampoo and the latex made an erotic experience that the two girls just couldn't get enough of; there hands were all over each other, breasts, bottoms, vaginas and faces. They kissed and hugged until all the shampoo was used up and washed away.

"OK, I think we are pretty clean now so we can dry off and get ready for dinner." whispered Ruth.

The two girls pulled off their capes and dried each other paying special attention between the legs and Ruth softly spoke to Wendy saying, "How would you like to try some more latex around that lovely body of yours?" 

"Would I ever, what have you got in mind?" replied Wendy. 

"Well the boxes in the wagon boot are not full of pumps as you thought but lots and lots of latex fashions, but even more good news is that we don't have to go out and get them just yet as I have a few essentials in my suitcase here" and with that pulled out some black panties, bras and small dresses.

"Wow!" exclaimed Wendy, "Let me get at these, I can't believe you have got all this stuff", and Wendy pulled out skirts and dresses and tops and held them against her and twirled around looking at her self in the mirror. "Can I wear some of this now Ruth?" Wendy pleaded. 

"Of course you can or should I say 'WE' can, as I propose we get dressed and go for dinner in the restaurant and see if we can get some reactions."

"Dressed in latex garments we cannot fail to attract the attention of some guys and maybe girls," replied Wendy. 

"You choose first Wendy, whatever you like although the electric blue mid length dress would suit you very well I think, but first some panties and a bra." 

"OK, I like the blue dress so I will go with your suggestion and I see a set of blue underwear so may I wear those as well?" 

"Absolutely, so first on with the latex panties, we sprinkle a little talc powder inside first to help them slide op your legs." and Ruth did just that and also some on Wendy's thighs. Ruth eased up the panties on Wendy's legs and slid them around her bottom, smoothed them out so no wrinkles were evident. "We are not finished yet with the panties, we need to polish them up to a nice shine and we have just the thing here."

Ruth poured a little liquid onto a cotton cloth and applied it to Wendy's panties paying special attention to the mound at the front. 

"Ruth you are teasing me I know it but keep going as I love it, I love you caressing me and I am getting very hot, very, very hot." Ruth continued to massage Wendy's vagina and pushed her finger between the pussy lips and slowly manoeuvred it around finding the now engorged clitoris and softly eased her finger back and forth and holding Wendy's bottom with her other hand brought her to a shuddering orgasm. Wendy then took Ruth's face in her hands and kissed her longingly full on the lips, and then took her nipple in her mouth and sucked hard whilst placing her hand on Ruth's vagina and eased her finger inside the slippery wet channel and sought out her clitoris as well. It didn't take too long to bring Ruth to her climax and the girls then lay on the bed in each others arms for a while to recover.



Ruth and Wendy Pt. 02



"Come on Wendy, we need to get dressed and down to the restaurant as I am famished, so on with your bra and dress then you can dress me, and I think I will go with the green top and skirt, but will have to make do with black undies as I don't have any green ones." 

Wendy talced Ruth's legs and panties and eased them up her legs smoothing them out as Ruth had done to her, but when she began to massage Ruth's mound Ruth said, "We had better leave that till later or we will never get our dinner." 

So Wendy reluctantly eased her fingers away from the latex mound and helped Ruth into the bra and top and skirt. Ruth said, "You look stunning Wendy, blue really suits you, I could eat you alive, so let's get going before I do just that."

As they were making their way to the restaurant Ruth said, "Follow my lead and we'll have a bit of fun" Wendy looked puzzled and shrugged her shoulders wondering just what Ruth had in mind.

As they walked into the dining room and to the desk they could feel all eyes staring at them in disbelief of seeing two stunning girls dressed in rubber walk together into a public place. Two guys at the bar almost fell of their stools turning to get a better look, quite good-looking guys too, thought Wendy. The waitress showed them to the booth table and passed a menu to each of them and asked if they would like a drink to start with. Wendy was about to request a gin and tonic when Ruth said, "Hold on a second Wendy." and to the waitress, "Give us a couple of minutes please." 

Wendy look quizzically and Ruth responded, "We will be drinking the best wine they have and we won't be paying, just wait a minute and see." 

Sure enough after a few minutes the waitress came back and said, "The gentlemen at the bar have requested that they may buy you a drink."

Ruth turned to the bar and saw the guys looking at them smiling and sort of nodding as if pleading their consent. Ruth smiled back and said to the waitress, "They may come over if they bring with them a bottle of your best Merlot." The waitress smiled and returned to the guys and shortly after David and Pete, along with the red wine, sat next to the girls. 

Pete said, "We still can't believe our eyes, or our luck at getting close to you; I have to ask you, are your dresses made of rubber?" 

"Sure are Pete, have a feel", and with that took hold of his hand pulled it below the table and placed it on her skirt. Pete caressed the latex up and down her upper leg and then just left it there. Ruth winked at Wendy and cast her eyes down and then across to David. Wendy nodded and took David's hand and placed it on her lap. David and Pete looked at each other in sheer amazement but said nothing, they were speechless. 

The waitress came back and asked if they were ready to order, Ruth replied, "We certainly are," even though none of them had looked at the menu, "Two chicken Caesar salads please," and with that reached under the table and locked onto Pete's huge dick, then unzipped his fly, found her way round his boxer shorts and onto the head of his dick.

Again Ruth signalled with her eyes to Wendy, who quick on the uptake moved her hand down to David's crutch and rubbed his engorged dick. Pete's hand worked its way under Ruth's skirt and found her latex panties, "I can't believe this, and you have on rubber panties as well?" 

He looked at David who was dumfounded and then at Ruth who just smiled and said, "Enjoy yourself Pete, it's your lucky day."

Pete eased his finger along Ruth's pussy lips, back and forth with his fingers but having trouble entering as the latex was quite tight. Ruth eased herself up a little and with her free hand (the other still giving attention to his dick) lifted up her skirt to allow her to spread her legs a little so as to give Pete's fingers a better chance of entering her. Pete could feel the latex slipping around the pussy and knew that Ruth's juices were in action and allowing the latex to slip between her lips and onto the most loving spot - her clitoris, making her squirm and shudder. Ruth raised the pressure on Pete's dick and concentrated her fingers right on the end of the foreskin on the underside, where she knew was the most sensitive spot. Pete responded with a little more action with his fingers in Ruth's vagina.

All the time this was going on Wendy and David were having their own action with Wendy doing a fine job massaging David's dick through his slacks, as she was a little shy about undoing his zipper, and having his fingers doing a little magic on her crutch. David was the first to climax as Wendy picked up the pace with her rubbing and Ruth and Pete could well see his facial expression of pleasure. Wendy was a little disappointed that he slowed up his working of her pussy almost to a stop, just a slow rhythmic movement of his hand. Pete was very close to his climax as Ruth lifted her fingering and applied more pressure, also at the expense of Pete losing concentration of his attention to her pussy. Ruth could sense Pete wasn't going to bring her to an orgasm so furiously wanked Pete off to a juddering climax and a hand full of spunk which she wiped off on his slacks.

So as the boys were now regaining their composure Ruth removed Pete's hand from her crutch and thanked them both for a very nice time and the wine. Dave withdrew his hand from Wendy with a surprised look as he realised it was all over and there was going to be no further action. 

"Can't we carry on with this in the hotel room." pleaded David.

"I don't think so boys, you have had your fun and a good tale to impress your mates with, and we would like to have our dinner now, maybe we will see you around some time." 

As the two boys reluctantly left Ruth looked at Wendy and said,' Well that was a bit of fun don't you think?" and with that eased of her shoe and raised her leg to bring her toe up to Wendy's soft mound still moist from the attention of David's fingers. She wriggled her toes around Wendy's crutch easing the latex panties into the soft slit of her pussy and Wendy took hold of Ruth's foot and helped it ever so slowly massage her slippery mound, around and around, in and out until Wendy's thighs stiffened and closed together to clamp Ruth's foot as she climaxed with a big smile on her face. Ruth smiled back and softly said, "Men are useless when it counts, it takes a women's touch to do a proper job, you feel much better now Wendy, don't you?" 

Wendy, still grinning nodded and replied, "Ruth you really are awful but I love it, I am not sure I can manage to respond in the same way for you, I'm all jelly and wobbly in the legs," 

"We can fix that problem later on when we get back to our room, right now I am famished, where is our food?"

The Caesar salads arrived shortly and the girls tucked in hungrily. Whilst they were enjoying their meal Ruth explained to Wendy about all the latex clothes that she had in the wagon. Ruth was a successful fashion designer and had amassed a considerable client list purchasing mainly eveningwear and lingerie. It was at a fashion show that she saw another designer's work made of latex and the reaction the dresses got from the viewers, they were going wild. Ruth thought I must have a go at this, found out where to purchase the latex sheeting and after designing a few simple dresses to begin with and gluing them together she found she was getting aroused whilst working with the latex. 

At first she didn't understand why she was getting hot and it wasn't until one very warm day and she was just wearing shorts whilst making up a latex dress and the material was draped over her thighs that she realised what was happening. She removed her shorts and let the latex slide along her bare skin inside her legs and the feeling was fantastic, she then took off her panties and massaged her love lips with the cool latex, stood up and wrapped the half made dress around her bottom and torso. With a little more massaging of her pussy she climaxed and then climaxed again like she had never done before, she eased the latex into her sodden pussy and with her fingers rubber her clitoris and inner lips to maintain the sensations in her thighs and vagina.

Now she realised just what the attraction was with latex, and thought there is a lot of money to be made out of this, and soon she was full time designing and making latex garments and didn't bother with main line materials again. She was now on her way to Adelaide to present a private latex fashion show for her wealthy clients when the flat tyre wheel thing happened this evening.

Wendy still couldn't get over what had just happened, herself and a lady she had met only hours before dressed totally in latex giving hand jobs to two total strangers in a full restaurant in view of half a dozen patrons, who must have known just what was going on under the table. She placed her hand on her mound and slowly massaged it, feeling the love juices slurp around under the latex panties and wishing she could service Ruth now rather than later. 

Ruth could sense how Wendy was feeling and what she was doing and said, "If you can hold off for an hour we will have the time of our lives, trust me. We will need to bring another case of goodies from the wagon into the room to help us with our entertainment, and it's not full of pump stuff," laughed Ruth. During the meal Ruth and Wendy discussed the types of garments that Ruth made and what was to happen at the fashion show, it turned out that Wendy would have time and be able to attend and Ruth was very pleased about that as she also thought maybe Wendy could model some items for her.

On their way back to the room Wendy snuggled up to Ruth and whispered, "Ruth, today has been a whirlwind for me and I am feeling quite tired, do you mind if we can just go to bed and get some sleep as we still have a big day driving tomorrow?" 

"I'm sorry Wendy, I wasn't really thinking, and of course we can but only if we can cuddle up together, I really like you Wendy, and you seem to love wearing latex". Replied Ruth.

Once in the hotel room Wendy started to undress but Ruth said," At least let me do that for you and will you wear a latex nightie for me?" 

Wendy replied, "Actually Ruth, I really loved the capes we wore when changing the wheel, can I wear one of them to bed?" 

"Of course you can and they will be dry by now, we will just have to talc one up a bit, but I think I will still wear my favourite latex nightie." Ruth responded. Ruth undressed Wendy and suggested she cleaned her teeth etc. in the bathroom whilst she was dusting up the cape. 

Wendy came back out of the bathroom and allowed Ruth to ease the cape over her head and down her body and then bringing the hood over her head. She smoothed down the latex all around her body and legs and Wendy hugged her tightly and whispered, "Can I undress you Ruth and help you into your latex nightie?" The black nightie had short ruffled sleeves matching the frills on the hem which were knee length. The neck line was also frilled and came right under the chin. Three small buttons at the front allowed the nightie to be pulled over the head.

"Sure thing but let me do the bathroom stuff first." 

Whilst Ruth was in the bathroom Wendy turned the bed sheets down and lay on the bed caressing her thighs through the cape and enjoying the smooth sensual feeling of the cool latex. She then picked up Ruth's nightie and brought it up to her nose to inhale the aroma of the latex just as Ruth came out, "Ah, caught you, are you sure you don't want the nightie to sleep in, you could even have both on if you wish? A nightie and the cape as I have two nighties; I will just have to pop to the wagon to fetch it." 

"No thanks I am more than happy with just this wonderful rubber cape surrounding me. Now can I undress you Ruth?" 

Ruth stood in the centre of the room and posed like a model ready for Wendy to undress her. Wendy pulled down the zipper on Ruth's green skirt and eased the soft latex down her long legs, pausing to nuzzle her nose into the latex panties and take in the scent of her juices still present from the dinner action. She then eased the panties down too and Ruth stepped out of the panties and skirt. The green top and black bra came off next with a pause to suckle on each nipple as she did so. The black latex nightie slid over her head and down her lithe body to present Wendy with the lovely figure of Ruth ready for bed. Wendy carefully fastened the three buttons and gave Ruth a tender kiss on the lips - one for each button.

They both crawled under the sheets and hugged each other with their hands searching for breasts and love mounds and bottoms and anywhere else they found erotic. Wendy slid down a little so she could place her hood-covered head between Ruth's breasts and purr just like a kitten. Her hand now found her pussy lips and very softly and slowly massaged them in circles with two fingers. The fingers slid easily around the lips, as Ruth was very wet with her love juices as she began to moan softly and thrust her hips forward as if to put more pressure onto Wendy's fingers. Wendy responded with more intense massaging until Ruth reached her climax and writhed around the bed holding Wendy's hand to her crutch so as not to loose pressure.

"Boy I needed that Wendy, Pete couldn't do it for me but you were perfect. Now one more little thing then we can get some sleep. If you slide back up the bed Wendy I can manoeuvre myself to a nice position for you."

Ruth eased down the bed so as to crawl into Wendy's cape from the bottom and slid up inside the cape to a position where her mouth was up against Wendy's vagina and slowly licked her tongue around and around Wendy's lovely lips. Wendy held Ruth's head through the latex cape firmer into her crutch and rubbed her neck softly. With her free hand Wendy pulled the capes hood as far over her face as she could to take in the full aroma of the latex, she found she could just close the hood right over her face to block out the light and be totally engulfed in this wonderful black latex. 

It wasn't too long before Ruth's efforts brought results with a huge orgasm that lasted over a minute. Ruth sucked all the juices from her and licked the pussy clean and settled down to sleep still inside the cape and with her mouth pressed against Wendy's vagina. Wendy now in heaven also slowly dozed of with the thoughts of what would happen between them after all this. Ruth surrounded with the wonderful smooth latex and aroma of it along with Wendy's love juices soon followed her into slumber.



Ruth and Wendy Pt. 03



The morning sun filtering through the window curtains and onto Wendy's face slowly wakening her from her deep sleep. As she was gaining full consciousness the aroma from the latex hood brought back the memories from last evening, and of course Ruth, who was still asleep inside the cape with her head beside her crutch. Wendy softly massaged Ruth's neck and around her ear through the latex cape until Ruth began to stir and purr in enjoyment of both the smell of the latex mixed with the aroma of Wendy's vagina and the caressing of her fingers on her neck. Ruth eased her mouth to Wendy's love lips and extended her tongue to slide it into the lips and find the clitoris and when it did it slowly licked the bud. Wendy, now becoming quite aroused put some pressure on Ruth's head to bring it firmer into her crutch and to encourage Ruth to continue her tongue manoeuvres on her clit. 

With her free hand Wendy brought together the edges of the cape's hood to close them in around her face so as to feel the cool latex on her cheeks and her mouth, she licked the latex and breathed in the aroma as Ruth tenderly brought her to ecstasy. Ruth kissed her outer vaginal lips and her inner thighs and slowly surfaced out of the bottom of the cape to transfer her lips to Wendy's lips inside the cape's hood and hugged her tightly over the latex cape. Wendy then lowered herself down the bed and into Ruth's nightie seeking out her love box with pursed lips and hungrily sucked upon them until Ruth gasped in orgasm. Wendy licked up the love juices that had flowed from Ruth and worked herself up to her breasts to suckle on each of them through the latex like a baby. Wendy and Ruth hugged, and each of them was thinking how good they felt together wrapped in lovely shiny black sexy latex.

They lay there for a while and Ruth asked Wendy if she would mind if she could try something, Wendy looked puzzled but Ruth whispered,

"I'm sure you will love it my dearest Wendy, you know I wouldn't do anything against your will, just stand up for me whilst I unzip the top of the cape a little from around your neck so as I can turn the cape around on your body to be back to front." 

Wendy stood up and Ruth turned the cape around. "OK, now lay back on the bed on your tummy and pull the cape material tight under you." Wendy did as Ruth requested wondering just what Ruth had in mind.

"Right, now I will pull the folds of latex over your back and legs nice and tightly, please put your arms straight down your sides and press your legs together." As Wendy positioned herself as Ruth asked Ruth pulled the loose latex across her back and also slipped the hood over her face and clipped the edges together at the back of her head with bobby pins. "This feel good." Wendy murmured from beneath the hood. "I am going to roll you over now Wendy onto your back so the cape will be held tight around your body and legs."

With Wendy now on her back she presented Ruth with the wonderful view of her tightly encased in latex from ankles to head just like an Egyptian mummy, she adjusted the hood a little to remove a few creases to obtain a perfect black shiny form of the beautiful Wendy. "How are you going in there Wendy? Can you breath OK?" asked Ruth, A muffled voice replied,

"Yes it's good, a little strained as my mouth and nose are pressed firm against the hood, but I am fine. This feels really good, sort of different from the loose latex we have been wearing up till now and I like it."

Ruth climbed on the bed, still in her latex nightie, and straddled Wendy, she ever so softly caressed her face and neck with tender hands, Wendy wriggled a little and moaned, "That's nice Ruth, more please." Ruth slowly edged her hands down to Wendy's breasts and with just a little more pressure fondled them whilst at the same time kissing her on the lips through the latex hood. She could feel Wendy's tongue trying to press through the latex, Ruth played with her own tongue onto Wendy's. "Keep going Ruth, this is fantastic." Ruth's left hand slowly, very slowly eased its way down Wendy's black shiny body to her crutch and again with just a little more pressure fondled her pussy through the latex, Ruth could feel the latex sliding over Wendy's love lips as they were well lubricated from the juices liberally oozing out such was her arousal, and kept up the slow circular movement of each hand, one on her breast and the other on her vagina. It only took a few minutes for Wendy's body to jerk and cries from beneath the hood to tell Ruth of her orgasm. Ruth then moved to lie quietly beside her and stroke her head as she came back down to earth.

Ten or so minutes had passed when Ruth rolled Wendy over to her tummy and freed her from the constricting cape lifting it over her head. "So how did you enjoy that my little pumpkin?"

"Unbelievable I just cannot get enough of you and your fabulous latex, I don't know how I am going to go when you're not here for me."

"That's what I thought Wendy and we have to talk. First let me tell you of my plans in Adelaide."

Ruth went on to inform Wendy that she was putting on a fashion show for her best clients; some of them had come from overseas. In fact it was a German gentleman, Rolf Muller, who purchases her latex garments on an almost monthly basis, that suggested that she present a fashion parade of her latex creations and that he was planning a holiday in Australia later that year. So Ruth made lots of arrangements and informed her clients of the show stating it was going to be very exclusive with no press or any media and that each set of guests may only bring one pair of friends along. The maximum number of attendees would be no more than about thirty. It was to be held in the 5 star Grand Hotel in Glenelg. Ruth sensing Wendy's amazement at what would be the cost of all this said that her latex garments were produced to a very high standard both in fit and quality and as such she charged a very high price for them. The regular clients keep coming back for more as they were well healed and could afford them, mainly for their wives/mistresses. Ruth told Wendy of the very high strength adhesive she used which meant that the overlap of the latex joints only needed to be 5mm and not the usual 15mm that main line suppliers had to use. The result of this was less doubling of material and a much better fit especially around the breasts for close fitting dresses.

Her specially though was in loose fitting cloths and these are what she sold the most of, Rolf was particularly fond of loose dresses, capes, nighties and such for his wife, and she suspects, himself. It was Rolf that also suggested that to help cover costs she should charge an attendance fee and that all serious purchasers would be only too pleased to pay up for a first class latex fashion parade. Ruth explained that her friend, Pat, who should have accompanied her from Sydney was to be one of the models for the latex garments, she had organised two local models from Adelaide as well, but really was going to be one model short now that Pat couldn't make it. "I'll do it." shouted Wendy, "Oh please let me help you, you will need to show me how to do the walking up and down the catwalk as I don't want to make a fool of myself or you."

"I was hoping that you might be interested in wearing a few more garments Wendy, so yes you're in."

Ruth further explained her plans for the show and that she did not want the modelling to be like the stuff you see on TV where the girls look like they don't really want to be there and just doing it because they are getting paid and nothing else. I want to show off my clothes worn by real women and walk like real women, and if a client requests to feel the latex they will stop and allow him or her to run their hands over the material. There will be no fondling unless the girl allows it by the client requesting first. This will be both a casual/friendly and exclusive show. I have about twenty garments to show off and most of them I have made two sets so that two girls can model them at the same time. I am pretty sure you are much the same size and shape as Pat so the fitting shouldn't be a problem and in any case I will get you to model the looser fitting ones where possible.

"Wendy, how are you fixed for next Wednesday and Thursday, Wednesday for setting up and the show on Thursday evening?"

"That will be fine Ruth, I am staying with an old school friend in Brighton and that is not to far from Glenelg. This all very exciting Ruth, I can't wait to try on some more of your creations."

Ruth went on to explain that on the Wednesday whilst the hotel staff were preparing the room she would get Wendy to try a few garments on and have a bit of a practice showing them off. Jill and Sheila, the two local models, would be there too and they would be trying some of the latex on as well as they wouldn't have worn it before, or at least not likely to have. Thursday daytime will be spent organising the sequence of displays and some more walking practice. The show starts at 8.00 and will last around 2 hours depending on the audience participation as Rolf suggested that some of the ladies might like to try an item or two on if that was possible and time allowed. Ruth didn't tell Wendy about the last item of latex to be shown at the parade only that there would be something very special designed to 'bring down the house'. Wendy pushed her for details but Ruth held firm promising Wendy would enjoy it all the more if it were a surprise.

Rolf, Ruth explained, was an extremely wealthy man being on of the board of directors in the Bank of Berlin and spent a great deal of money on his younger wife and her wardrobe, including lots of Ruth's latex dresses, raincoats and nightwear. Rolf was contributing significantly to the cost of the show, so we will be giving him special attention, so please linger a bit longer by them when you are parading.

The two girls freed themselves from the now sticky and sweaty latex and hopped into the shower together, soaped each other all over and had a generally good time enjoying each other's bodies. The rinsed off, dried and got dressed with Ruth saying it was wise not to wear latex next to the skin during a long drive but to wait until they got to Adelaide. She said Wendy could take the cape with her and either wear it or just lay it over her lap, which is what she did herself often.

The girls set off together and agreed to stay close, as they still hadn't had the punctured tyre fixed yet but between them they still had a good spare. The seven-hour drive was uneventful apart from at one stage the latex laying across Wendy's lap got the better of her and she just had to relieve the tension by wriggling out of her panties, which is not too easy whilst driving, and play with herself through a layer of latex until her orgasm brought a smile to her face and the wonderful feeling between her legs.

So as planned, Wendy showed up at the Grand Hotel and searched out Ruth to find her busy directing some young hotel porters how she wanted the chairs and tables laid out. The parade walkway was to be down the centre of the room about 12 metres long and 2 metres wide and at the end a circle 4 metres diameter. So the tables and chairs were positioned to generate the required area. Wendy asked what the round bit at the end was for, but Ruth said it was for the special display at the end of the show. Jill and Shelia arrived shortly after Wendy and Ruth said.

"Great we are all here so we can try a few things on and try the runway, I'll just have to make sure the room is secure and no one can barge in on us." Ruth checked the three doors leading into the room including the small room of to the side where the girls were to do the dressing and preparations.

"Most of the latex garments here I've made two off so that two of us can show them off together, I plan to have us on the runway for at least 5 minutes for each garment so the clients can get a really good look and feel if they so wish. Are each of you OK with that?" The three girls all said they were more than happy with the plan. "Good stuff, so let's get into some rubber, I have found it a lot better to not bother with bras or panties under the latex as you don't get anything showing through which gives the material a nice smooth line and also there is less sweating around the groin."

"No one else is in this room and no one can get in so we have no worries on that count." With that Ruth stripped off all her clothes and selected a short black dress to start with and stepped into it as the other girls were getting there gear off. Wendy was a little embarrassed at being naked in front of the three girls, it was one thing with only one partner but she hadn't done it like this before.

Ruth passed Wendy a matching dress to her own, except it was a metallic blue colour, and helped her on with it and zipped it up at the back then turned around so Wendy could zip her up too.

"I have made one of each of the garments in black and the second one in a different colour so the clients may see how they look in other than black, although black is the colour they order most." said Ruth.

"Just act and walk naturally Wendy, follow me if you like and see how I do it." with that Ruth started down the runway very slowly and smiled to the nonexistent audience. Wendy followed her but had trouble looking natural, as Ruth had asked. "Don't worry Wendy it will soon come to you once you have lost your nervousness." 

Wendy continued to walk up and down the runway slowly gaining confidence and could see Ruth smiling at her in approval. She hadn't thought of the latex around her yet as she was fully occupied with getting the walk just right but was thinking how sexy Ruth looked in the black latex dress and hoped she would have black on next time.

"OK, that will do for starters, let's see how Jill and Shelia are getting on with their first latex dresses".



Ruth and Wendy Pt. 04



Jill had her dress on, a long evening gown with three-quarter sleeves and a scoop neck line and was just zipping up Shelia in her red dress of the same design. The gowns were figure hugging around the torso and accentuating the busts and a long flowing lower section just off the floor showing their high heels off nicely. Wendy admired Jill's figure and wished she could caress her lovely breasts and bottom.

'God, she looked good,' thought Wendy and felt her pussy becoming moist but resisting the temptation to massage it through the latex of her dress as she didn't want to get any juice stains on it, even if it would be on the inside.

Jill and Shelia practiced their parading like the professionals they were and Ruth and Wendy peeled they dress off and selected another pair of dresses, this time though Wendy did have the black one whilst Ruth wore a two shades of green one. These dresses were modern in design in that they had the bell-bottom hem and a loose ruffled top with a high neck tube almost up to their chins. Wendy was getting excited about it all now and improving her display to Ruth's satisfaction.

"We will just try on a couple of cat suits, mainly to check the fit and to see how long it takes to get them on as they are a bit tricky, I think Jill and Wendy would be best, is that OK with you?"

"Yes please, I'd love to get into one of those," replied Wendy.

"The secret is to be very careful and use lots of talc all over your body and inside the suit." said Ruth and began to help Jill into hers whilst Shelia helped Wendy. As Shelia eased up the legs of Wendy's suit she could help smoothing her hands over her inner thighs and buttocks and this brought Wendy to a very excited state.

Shelia could help but not notice and as the suit was brought further up Wendy's body she deliberately lingered around her crutch smoothing it very carefully almost to the point of massaging it. Wendy presses her hand on top of Shelia's and moved it up and down, Shelia put her free hand on Wendy's breast and pushed a finger into her vagina and wiggled it around until Wendy jerked in orgasm.

"I expected that to happen, but not so soon," observed Ruth with a smile, "You must be really hot for latex Wendy, and I like that as the clients will notice and be all the more interested in it, but come on now let's get you two fully into those suits and down the runway." Eventually the two girls were nice and snug in the cat suits and took of down the runway playing with each other as they did so.

"I like that interaction girls, do that tomorrow night, it will go down just fine." said Ruth. "But don't forget to let the client get close and give them all the time they need."

After the cat suit trial show Ruth thought that all the girls had performed well enough and didn't need to try any more clothes on.

"I do have a special garment which I am saving for the special event I mentioned earlier, it's a sort of grand finale, but I don't want to let you in on it yet as it will be a better show if none of you are expecting it and hopefully you will act more naturally." The girls were a bit puzzled with this but no coercing of Ruth was forthcoming with any information, so they had to just wonder what Ruth was up to.

Wendy asked Ruth if she may borrow one of her latex nighties to take to her sisters place so she may sleep in it that night as she really enjoyed the slumber with her the other night in Hay. Ruth readily agreed but asked if she would rather have the cape as that seemed to be her favourite.

"I do love the cape the most Ruth, but just in case my sister spots me in the nightie it will be easier to explain that the full cape what with the hood and all."

So Wendy selected a nightie and carefully folded it up into her bag and made her way out along with Shelia and Jill and promised to be back the next day in plenty of time to help with the preparations for the real thing.

Back at Allison's (her old school friend) place Wendy was helping her preparing the evening dinner and she was asking how Wendy's day had been. Allison thought Wendy was preparing for a presentation of the products her employers company sold so Wendy just said all went well and that there was to be a bit of a sales bash the next evening so she wouldn't be home for dinner. Allison and Wendy enjoyed a pleasant evening at home discussing old time and the other friends they knew from school, but Wendy had her mind mostly on being able to get into her latex nightie and feel the coolness of the rubber around her body and the aroma. She was getting moist between the legs just thinking about it, so she made a bit of an excuse to go to bed a little earlier than usual. Once in her bed room she almost ripped her clothes off and quickly pulled the black nightie over her head and smoothed it down her torso, she caressed her breasts through the latex and tweaked her nipples until they stood straight and proud clearly visible through the smooth shiny nightie. She slipped under the bed covers and caressed her self further until the climax shuddered through her and she felt very satisfied and snug in her private world of latex. She was thinking of mentioning her fetish to Allison but wasn't sure how she would respond and didn't want to spoil their close friendship so she wondered how she might be able to bring the subject up and see what resulted. As she was forming a plan she drifted off to sleep curled up and wrapped in the lovely latex, so for the time being Allison would have to wait.

Wendy arrived back at the Grand Hotel around 6.00 as planned to get ready for the big show, the three other girls were already there and arranging the garments to the order to which they would be worn. When they had all the clothes out and hung up on a temporary wardrobe the girls checked each item and those that needed it polished them up to a glossy shine. Ruth explained that the clients would commence to arrive around 6-30 and be served at 7-00 with a light dinner and drinks after which they would be relaxed and ready to be entertained with the fashion show. Tables set for four had been placed in two rows of three tables with about 2 metres between them forming the runway, at the end the last two tables were further apart forming a circle around 5 metres. The two end tables were specially reserved for Rolf Muller, his wife Helen and their companions and their friend, eight in all with the best view as the could see the girls walk down the runway towards them, walk around the circle in front of them and then walk away back down the runway. Altogether there would be 32 guests at the show, so Ruth was hopeful of a sizeable order book for her designs; she knew Rolf would purchase several outfits for Helen and his friends also should be forthcoming with orders. 

The guests began to arrive and shown their tables by the waitresses and ordered pre dinner drinks, shortly afterwards all the guests had arrived and were seated. Ruth came out onto the catwalk, introduced herself, welcomed the guests and explained how the show would be presented and what was expected of the guests as the girls showed off the garments. Ruth said it was fine to feel the latex of the dresses but not to touch the girls themselves unless they gave permission, she explained that this is a high-class parade and not a sleazy nightclub gathering. The show would commence very shortly and continue through whilst the guests were having their meals, no one was going to miss anything as the girls would be on the catwalk for 5 or 6 minutes for each garment and there would be two at the same time wearing the same garment but in different colours although always one of them would be black as that is the most favoured colour.

Back behind the partition Wendy and Shelia were putting on the first of the dresses which were long evening gowns with high necks and three quarter sleeves, the gown reached the ankles and flared out for the bottom 30cm. The latex was very fitting around the bodice and bust accentuating the fit figures of Wendy and Shelia. Their bottoms were quite pronounced in the gowns and they both looked stunning with Wendy in emerald green and Shelia in the black and were met with loud applause as they appeared from behind the partition and onto the catwalk. Wendy started slowly down the left side pausing for a while at each of the tables to allow a good close up inspection by the guests and sure enough the latex was caressed by each of them. As Wendy reached the third table Shelia started down the Right side also pausing for at the tables where at the second one, one of the men pulled his chair back from the table and offered his lap to Shelia, she hesitated for an instant then sat on his lap but only for a second or two before he had the chance to place his hands on her. This got a bit of a laugh from those who saw what happened and relieved the atmosphere and gave an indication how the evening would be conducted that is, in a light-hearted manner. 

Wendy by this time was lingering at the circle and giving plenty of close up viewing time to Rolf and Helen as Ruth had requested her to do. Helen asked Wendy if she could touch the dress to which Wendy smiled and said, 

"I'd love you to feel the latex, see how soft it is and smooth and cool."

Rolf, watching Helen also asked if he may feel it as well.

"Please do Rolf." replied Wendy and turned a little so he may feel the latex on her bottom. Ralf and Helen ran their hands up and down the green gown and Wendy was enjoying it very much and wasn't sure how long she should stay there but then Rolf said quietly.

"Very nice indeed, I can just see you in that Helen." and withdrew his hand as did Helen, so Wendy was able to move on to the next table. Most of the guests at the tables reached out to feel the latex but it was only Rolf that actually asked for permission. None of the others went any further than just feeling the latex so everything was going to the rules. Wendy had noticed that Shelia was getting plenty off attention as she was acting a bit flirty with the men but no harm was done and everyone seemed to be enjoying the routine.

As Wendy and Shelia finally made their way back behind the partition Ruth and Jill were already in their latex, calf length pleated skirts with a loose fitting blouse with puff short sleeves. The blouses had buttons up the front and a frill around the vee neck, Ruth's skirt and blouse were black and Jill's a pale blue blouse with a black skirt. Ruth and Jill repeated the same routine, as did Wendy and Shelia who were now divesting themselves of the gowns and being helped to dress in the next garments by the two waitresses. The next dresses for Wendy and Shelia were Ruth's version of 'the little black dress' a just above the knee number with shoulder straps crossing over at the back to the waist high rear panel. The whole dress was very tightly fitted and enclosed Wendy like a glove giving her a nice feeling as she looked at herself in the mirror and thought "Wow! Ruth certainly knows how to design these little numbers, I feel so sexy, so great, I just need some loving hands to caress me all over, and I wouldn't mind Rolf doing the caressing."

Ruth had designed and made 14 lots of garments ranging from a petite French maid outfit to the full evening gown which they had worn first, not forgetting the lovely capes and nighties, and it took the four girls about and hour and a half to get through them all. Rolf and Helen always gave Wendy special attention and asking each time for permission to fondle the latex and each time told her how lovely she looked in the shiny dresses. Helen was very attentive to Rolf and discussed the merits of each garment and which ones looked best in the different colours although they both agreed that black was really the sexiest, but some dresses in the colours would make a change from the basic black. Rolf was making notes as each dress was presented and it looked like he might just be purchasing just about one of everything for his lovely wife.

With all of the garments presented Ruth went back out on the runway and thanked the guests for their presence and jokingly said please order several of the garments each so she could make lots of money or at least enough to cover the expense of putting on the show.

"However, ladies and gentlemen we haven't quite finished yet. I have a special item to show you fine people so sit back and enjoy the rest of the show."

Rolf stood up and responded.

"If I may speak for us all" and gestured around the room as if to encompass all the other guests. "It is us who should be thanking you Ruth for bring to us all the wonderful latex garments, the way you and the girls presented them in such a friendly relaxed manner. Helen and I have most certainly enjoyed the evening as I believe all your other guests have also, so thankyou very much Ruth for all the effort you have put in and please thank Wendy, Jill and Shelia along with the two waitresses who I know have been very busy in the background."

The guests applauded both Rolf and Wendy and they called out their thanks many times. Wendy thanked them for their support and said,

"Be ready for what's coming, it will take us 10 or 15 minutes to set it up."

Back behind the partition Wendy explained what the last item was to be and how it was to be presented. "Before you say anything Wendy, let me say I would like you to do this but please if you are uncomfortable at all Jill has said she would do it" Wendy replied "Wow, this is going to be really outside the square, I am a bit nervous about it but what the hay let's do it."



Ruth Ann and the Doctor



It was extremely quiet. The lights in the hall way of the hospital were dimmed a bit. Ruth Ann Newell sat and, for the thousandth time, regarded her uncle, small now and a bit shrunken on the bed. There were no tears now. The tears had been shed in abundance, once she realized that the stroke that he'd had was irreversible. She knew that the tears would come again but now it was time to keep the vigil, this vigil for Uncle Mike.

She realized that she'd not taken any opportunity to eat anything but wasn't sure if she was hungry at all either. She simply vowed to think about it.

"This is going to be difficult without his advice," she said to herself.

Her Uncle Mike had taken her in, when her parents were killed, had raised her, educated her, and brought her into his business. Gradually through the years, she'd taken over the business herself, and ran it more and more completely. The business was doing well; Uncle Mike wasn't, and that was the long and short of her situation.

At times she spoke to herself about turning 40 with no prospects of a man. But the business kept her so occupied that she didn't worry very much about her supposed 'love life'. Brief flings in college, a few dates, when she was a younger woman, and the occasional married man looking for a 'piece on the side', a thing that she vowed she'd never be, an invitation that she'd never give in to.

She was, she thought, fairly content with her lot, and managed it by simply not giving it much thought. It was on her mind now only because she had time now to do nothing but think and keep this long, lonely vigil with Uncle Mike.

But she knew, knew down deep that if it were her in the bed, incapacitated and, in reality, dying, Uncle Mike would never stir from her side. So, the vigil was hers to keep, and keep it she did.

She was at that moment a bit upset because she'd spilled some tea on her skirt and was trying to wash it out with a cloth from the sink in the bathroom. The skirt was red and matched the suit jacket. She had the skirt pulled up to her waist. She was not looking to flash the world; she was distracting herself.

She didn't even hear him come in, and, when she looked up, gave a kind of a startled squeak and didn't even think to push her skirt down right away. It was as though she willfully was sitting there displaying to the doctor in the doorway her legs and her pretty rose colored panties.

"Uh, Ms. Newell," he said, bringing her out of her reverie, "Your skirt."

"Ohhhhh," she said surprised and now embarrassed, "I'm sorry doctor; I was idly thinking, as I tried to get a stain out of my skirt."

"Well," he said, eyes twinkling as he spoke, "I could always say that I'm a doctor and have seen it all before but I'd be lying to you if I didn't admit that it was a pretty enough sight. I'm sorry to have snuck up on you like that, Mrs, Miss oh I guess Ms. Newell," he said.

"It's Miss Newell," she said, "Actually, doctor, it's Ruth Ann."

Then she went on:

"Dr. Grace, it's I who should have been looking out for what I was doing and not showing the world my underwear," she smiled a truly abashed smile, when she said it.

"Pretty though," he remarked. She blushed and he dropped the issue. Then he went on:

"You look so tired; Miss Newell, should you go and get some rest?"

"Please, it's Ruth Ann," she said.

He answered: "Cyrus, Cyrus Grace."

He noticed that she made a slight face and said:

"Yes, I know, my parents were enamored of the ancients. So, I'm named for Cyrus the Persian but it could have been worse, maybe Ashurbanipal or Shupi Lulliuma or one of those guys."

"Shupi who?" she asked, laughing

He laughed too and went on:

"But really, uh, Ruth Ann, can't you go and get some rest? I'm on for the night; I'll keep a good eye on him."

"My Uncle Mike," she said simply.

"On your Uncle Mike," he said.

"I don't think that I can leave him," was her simple statement, and she began to cry.

His instinct prompted him to go to her, and she met him with her own instinctive reaction; she leaned forward, still sitting and leaned against him, with her arms around him. He, with one hand, stroked her hair.

"I'm so sorry, Dr. Grace," she said.

"Not a bit of it!' he said quickly back to her. 

He stepped back, neither of them was ashamed of the encounter, both of them noticed it, and simply turned from thoughts about it.

"When my Mom and Dad died, Uncle Mike took me in, and I was always his girl. He saw me through it all; I mean adolescence, my education; he brought me into the business and made sure that I learned it all. Now here he is with this . . .this stroke and I can't abandon him; no, won't abandon him."

"Of course not," Dr. Grace said. "Well, I'll look back in a little bit. If you need, I'm on this floor tonight."

Just as he got to the doorway, she said to him a very soft:

"Thank you, Dr. Grace!"

He grinned: "It's Cyrus, but you might not want to use that."

She flashed him a smile and said: "I don't know, I kind of like Cyrus."

"Hmm," he answered, "Fan club of one!"

"One's a beginning," she said.

"Later," was his answer, and still smiling, he left the room.

"He's a nice one, Uncle Mike," Ruth Ann said, as soon as the doctor was out the door.

Cyrus Grace did look in a bit later and found Ruth Ann still working on the spot on her skirt.

"Coming out?" he asked this time.

She looked up in surprise again.

"I promise that I'll stop doing that," he said.

"Dr. Grace, it is a hospital and you're the doctor; you shouldn't have to worry about entering a room, if I'd just mind my manners and keep my skirt down."

He received a smile from her with the communication.

His smile in return was warm and he said:

"At least not as high this time."

She grinned and said: "Thank goodness."

"I was more thinking 'darn it!" was his reply.

She hid her mouth with her hand and giggled behind her hand.

"You're terrible!" she said.

"On the contrary," was his falsely stilted reply, "I'm very observant."

"I guess so," was her reply.

He went to the bed then to check Uncle Mike's vitals.

"Anything?" she asked.

"No, I'm afraid not," he answered. "About the same."

He excused himself and went away then but came back fairly quickly with a cup of coffee for Ruth Ann.

"Oh, thank you," she said, and looked at him and the mischievous look on his face.

"Say it!" she said with an overly loud 'resigned' smile.

"Shall I?" he asked, the look never leaving his face.

"I guess you should or I guess you'll burst instead," was her reply.

They both laughed and he asked:

"Do you need to undress to drink that?"

She covered her mouth with her hand again and said, behind the hand, "Terrible!"

He got a serious look then and said:

"Miss Newell, uh, Ruth Ann, I don't mean to be speaking out of line here. I'm just having fun with you."

"Don't you dare mention it, Dr. Grace; it's the only cheer that I've had since Uncle Mike had the stroke. You make a girl feel fairly light headed."

Cyrus Grace grinned at that and said:

"Well, good for me!"

He checked Uncle Mike again and said:

"I'm off to give everyone a good look over."

She giggled.

"Now who's doing it!?" he said severely to her but she still giggled some more.

"Women!" he said in a mock disgusted tone and said:

"Ruth Ann, I will be back."

"Thank you, Cyrus," was her reply. 

He did come back later and found her sleeping. It was late. She had her arms wrapped around herself and had her head leaning against the back of the chair.

He moved forward, after retrieving a blanket from the room's storage closet and pulled the foot rest of the chair up for her. He wrapped the blanket around her.

She, still mostly asleep, kissed his hand and said: "Thank you, honey!" 

Then she woke and said:

"Oh, I apologize! Uncle Mike would often do that kind of thing for me; I'm sorry."

"I'm not!" Cyrus said. "I kind of liked it."

She smiled, as she was about to close her eyes again, and, just as he tucked the blanket in around her, kissed his hand again. This time accompanied by a soft smile.

"Thank you," she said.

"Rest now, Ruth Ann," were his words.

It was a fairly restless night for her. She woke after a while and he seemed to know it, and brought for her some fruit and yogurt, with some bread.

"Hospital food!" he said grimly.

"A lovely gesture," she replied and began to eat what he'd brought her.

They talked companionably, while she ate what he'd brought for her. When she was finished, she stretched and he said to her:

"Why don't you at least take a few turns around the halls; get a little exercise. I'll sit with him, while you're gone."

"Will you?" she asked gratefully.

"Of course," was his reply. 

Ruth Ann, reached up and kissed Cyrus' cheek and went for a walk around the halls of the hospital but she came back fairly quickly, not wanting to tie up his time.

"Say," he said, before leaving, "We have some stain remover at the desk with the supplies. I'll get you a packet of it."

"Are you going to demand to watch me use it?" she asked, her eyes twinkling.

"You are a hard boiled one," was his reply and he slipped away to get the stain remover.

When he came back he said to her: "We encounter all sorts of stains and have to be ready to deal with them."

"Thank you, Cyrus," she replied, "But no show this time!"

"Darn!" he said in an exaggerated fashion. "I guess twice is my allotment."

"It is indeed," she replied, as he left.

She spent the night with Uncle Mike, who didn't show signs of improving or of getting immediately worse.

Cyrus did stop in briefly, in the early morning, as light was beginning to creep up to the windows.

"Work?" he said.

"Yes," was her reply, "I need to get going."

"Driving?" he asked.

"No, I taxied, yesterday after work."

"Please let me drive you," he said softly, "Maybe breakfast? What you had wasn't much."

"What I had was what you gave me," she said, and then she said: "Yes, I'd like that breakfast and a ride."

He collected her at the front door of the hospital.

"Hey," he said, when she got into the car, "No stain."

"No, I'm not going to raise my skirt up to see, you bad man!" she said, plaintively, and grinning.

"Who can blame a fellow!" he said.

"Why would you even bother," she said wistfully. "Look at me, rumpled, yesterday's clothes, no shower no . . .well, you know."

"Well this time I will beg your pardon first but then proceed to say that you, Ruth Ann, right now are lovely of lovely."

She blushed.

He said right away: "I do apologize for making you blush."

"Oh, don't apologize for saying one of the nicest things that I've heard in a long, long time," she said to him. He smiled.

Breakfast was lovely for her. She talked to him about her and Uncle Mike. She found Cyrus Grace very easy to talk to. She also asked him about himself and discovered that he was just starting out in his career and was about to establish his own practice.

They were quite friends by the end of the breakfast.

He dropped her off at her house and promised to look in tonight.

The day was hectic enough but her attention was constantly divided. There was the continual overwhelming worry about Uncle Mike, though she knew and understood the prognosis. And there was the continual replaying of mental tapes that were all marked "Dr Cyrus Grace." She couldn't get him out of her mind.

She blushed off and on all day long thinking of the first meeting of the two of them with her cleaning the spot and at the same time, showing the doctor her panties. 

After work, she took a cab to the hospital, again not wanting to park her car there over night. She had been there only a short while, when Dr. Grace entered the room to take a look at Uncle Mike.

Ruth Ann gave him a soft, welcoming smile.

"Dr. Grace," she said, unsure of herself tonight.

"Cyrus," he said to her kindly. "Remember we've shared breakfast, saw each other all night and you flashed me twice."

"You're terrible!" she said giggling behind her hand. Then she asked:

"How is he?"

"About the same," Cyrus said. "Seems to be weakening a little."

"Ohh," she said in a sad voice.

They established a kind of pattern in those hospital visits. Most nights Dr. Grace was on duty, coming to the end of that period of his preparation. She ceased to worry about taking care of herself. She knew that Dr. Grace was going to do that. He made sure that she had things to drink, that she ate, that she was comfortable. She couldn't stay every night, but when she did, he made sure that she was as comfortable as possible.

His good humor tended to keep Ruth Ann in decent spirits. From the very first, he kept a certain kind of pressure on her.

"Are you sure you don't want any tea, Ruth Ann?" he asked, and had asked persistently enough that she finally took his meaning.

She put her hand over her mouth and giggled into her hand.

"You're terrible!" she said.

"No, I'm a doctor trying to use his best bedside manner to see if the lovely lady wanted any tea," he what he came back with.

"Even if the lovely lady wants tea," she said, "She probably isn't going to spill any of the tea in her lap."

"We'll see about that!" he said.

"Is that a threat?" she asked, barely masking her glee.

"Promise!" he said as he walked from the room. 

Their banter was welcome, for it had the effect of keeping Ruth in good spirits and also sparking her interest. His asking her for tea became a kind of a sign between them. They certainly hadn't shared much but he let her know that he was impressed with what that sharing had been. 

He was also there for the crisis. It came one night, fairly late, and unexpected, for Uncle Mike had been going along for a number of days. But that night the monitor started to make alarming noises and help came running.

Cyrus was one of the first in the room and worked with a will and efficiency that was immediately impressive. He asked one of the nurses to please escort Ms. Newell outside for a bit. Ruth Ann could barely breathe, when he didi that.

She waited outside the room in great fear, and dread; she knew what was coming. In a bit, Cyrus came out of the room and his face told her all.

She simply started crying and availed herself of the only consolation that she knew would mean anything. She went into his arms.

He said to her, kissing the top of her head:

"If I could spare you any of this in any way, I would; he was too weak. The stroke took too much out of him."

She looked at him with a tear strewn face and said a very quiet:

"Thank you, Dr. Grace."

It was formal but the situation called for a bit of formality. Then he spoke to her again:

"He must have truly been a magnificent man to have a woman as wonderful as you, grieving for him so."

She looked at him then, and just from her eyes, he could tell that she heard what he'd said and appreciated it.

"Thank you, he was," was her simple statement.

A nurse came out of the room at that point and simply nodded to him.

"You can go in now, Ruth Ann," he said.

She looked at him and her face was pleading. She said:

"Cyrus, will you please come with me? I'm afraid that I'll feel so lonely."

"Of course, love," he said, and her eyes blinked at what he'd called her.

But neither of them thought to dwell on these little endearments at the time at all.

She stood by the bed, and sought for and held his hand. She squeezed his hand and cried for her Uncle Mike. She kissed Mike a fond goodbye and then turned to Cyrus and buried her face in the lapel of his white lab coat and cried. 

Cyrus Grace said nothing; he held her and let her cry out her love for the father figure that she'd just lost. He stayed with her for a while and then had to go back to work.

She didn't stay at the hospital very long after that but went home, taking a cab, in order to begin to make the arrangements that were needed.

The funeral was quite large; he had many friends and associates. Not so many went to the grave site for the final burial. Ruth Ann was working almost as an automaton during the funeral. She saw Cyrus in the crowd but was unable to do anything more than nod her head in greeting.

She kept her composure during the funeral at the church, the church where Uncle Mike had been a member of the parish council. She kept the composure through the removal of the body from the church and the long ride to the cemetery.

But then at the grave side, when it was finally finished, and the casket lowered into the ground, as was Uncle Mike's wish, she was suddenly lost, almost unhinged by a sense of loss and loneliness. Not knowing what to do, where to turn, what was next. The feeling was overwhelming.

He was there, he saw and he knew.

The next thing that Ruth Ann knew was that Cyrus was standing in front of her, and to the surprise of many of the by standers, who were all concerned for Ruth, when they saw her obvious pain and loss, he simply held out his arms and she went into the safety of them.

She cried against his chest for many long minutes, as people drifted away. 

"Don't leave me," she said in barely a whisper into his chest.

"I have no intention to," was his answer. Nor did he. He stayed with her for the remainder of the necessities of the day. 

Some intimate friends gathered at her house and were introduced to 'her friend' Dr. Grace, with Ruth Ann telling all and sundry that he'd been so good in working with Uncle Mike and in comforting her.

The friends and some fairly distant relatives greeted him with warmth and thanked him for helping Ruth Ann, when she was so obviously in need of the help.

After they'd been at her house for a while, Cyrus went up to Ruth Ann, who gave him a huge and welcoming smile, and he said:

"I have to go to work; I'm on at the hospital tonight."

"Must you?" she said but then right away she answered her own question: 

"Of course you must," she said. 

"I only work tonight until 11 PM; may I, shall I come by then?" he wanted to know.

"Would you please?" she asked.

"I will also bring something with me to help you to sleep," he said.

"I think that maybe all that I need to help me sleep tonight might be you," she said softly.

"Wonderful woman!" he said, kissing her lightly, a brush of her lips before he left. 

He returned to an empty house and a weepy woman. She'd told the last of the friends that she would be fine. She sat, was drinking a glass of wine and simply thinking her thoughts, when the doorbell rang.

She knew or at least hoped she knew who it was. She opened the door and it was Cyrus standing there.

"Hi, Ruth Ann," he said softly.

"Oh, you came back," she said the pleasure sound in her voice obvious.

"I said I would," he said simply.

"Yes, and I knew, knew you would," was her response. "Thank you, thank you." She clung to him as she said this.

"I know that I'm being the weepy woman but the man took me in; he became as much of a father as I ever had. I was never wanting for love and support. He was a good, good man! And I'm going to miss him."

"You get to be the weepy woman, or anything else that you want, lovely Ruth Ann," Cyrus said, "Your loss is grievous; your devotion to him, following his stroke was absolutely wonderful. It shows you as a woman who cares and puts the care into action. I really admire that."

She set the wine aside and said: "I think that I've had enough." Then she looked at him and said:

"How long can you stay?"

Cyrus chuckled and said: "Ruth Ann, I'm not going anywhere."

"Oh, you are so special," she said in a soft and wondering voice.

"So tell me," he said, "Are you ready to get some rest?"

"I think that I'm ready to collapse," was her response.

"Here's the plan," he said, "I'm going to give you something to make you sleep and then I'll stay."




Ruth Ann and the Doctor



"Oh, how nice," she crooned.

He held up a hand then and said: "And the doctor is not going to ravish anyone."

"Okay," she answered in a small voice and then added quietly:

"But sometime, I wish you would."

"Noted," he said, and kissed her forehead.

"Look, here's what we need here," he went on then, "We need lovely Ruth Ann to go upstairs and get ready for bed. Then the doctor will give her something to make her sleep and will watch over her. No problems tonight. Everything can be faced tomorrow. Got it!?"

"Yes, doctor," she said, "Got it. Not even any tea stains?" She asked this last with a mischievous grin on her face.

"Not tonight!" he answered her firmly. "The doctor is in control here."

"Yes, doctor!" she said again. "I'll call when I'm ready."

In a few minutes, she called him. She was wearing a yellow long robe of a kind of brushed silk, a lovely robe.

"You look so nice," he said to her.

"Thank you,

"This will act quickly, honey," he said, "But I'm not going anywhere."

"Oh, how nice!"she said.

He gave her then the shot, and it did begin to make her sleepy immediately. He swooped down and grabbed her under the knees and across the shoulder and walked to the bed with her.

"Wonderful!" she said in an increasingly sleepy voice, and, resting her head against him fell asleep.

He removed the robe from her, and was tickled to find that she was naked beneath the robe.

"My, my, Ruth Ann, you are gorgeous of gorgeous!" he left a kiss on her fore head and pulled the coves up around her chin.

He went around the house then. He cleaned up the kitchen, and the living room and family room, where the crows had been and then locked up and put the lights off. Before getting into bed himself, he put a note on the mirror for her. He knew about the amount of time that she'd sleep and was aware that she might just be awake before him in the morning.

Then, taking his own clothes off in the dark, he got into bed. The moonlight was streaming through the window. He pulled the sheet down and just gazed at her lovely nakedness.

"It's a trust, Cyrus," he said, "Just a trust."

Then he kissed her lightly on the lips and said a soft:

"Good night, Ruth Ann."

She actually mumbled a good night right back at him, from her sleep. Cyrus lay down in the dark beside the lovely, sleeping naked woman, and muttered to himself:

"You're a good guy, Cy Grace!" Then he chuckled.

In a restless movement, Ruth Ann moved a bit herself, she came in contact with Cy and heaving a huge sigh, pressed herself against him, contented even in sleep with the lovely and comforting contact.

He rolled to her, put an arm around her and cuddled her to himself, as he drifted to sleep himself.

She woke first in the morning and was surprised at how good she felt. The first two things that she noticed was her own nakedness, and then his, as he still slept on the other side of the bed.

She got up out of bed and as she padded to the bathroom, she saw the note on the mirror:

"Nothing happened last night!" the Doctor.

She appended her own note to his and went down stairs, intent on making some breakfast scones. She was almost overwhelmed by the fact that he'd done the cleaning up. Ruth Ann was a busy professional woman but she prided herself in her cookery nonetheless. He slept on.

It was the smell of the baking that finally roused Cy from sleep. He noted that she was gone and sniffed the air again, getting a marvelous mixture of baking and coffee. It propelled him to his feet quickly. He used the bathroom and then went out in search of something to wear. He noticed her yellow silk robe hanging behind the door and put it on. It fit him ill but it did cover him.

As he walked into the kitchen he quipped: "The doctor is in . . ." but only barely got the phrase out of his mouth, when he stopped, slack jawed.

There was Ruth Ann supervising the scone baking butt naked except for a yellow apron, that did precious little to cover her.

"My, look at you!" he said, still rooted to his spot.

"Nice robe, Doctor Grace," she said.

"You, uh, got my note?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied, "Did you get mine?"

"Yes, I got it," he said.

"Well, here's a special kind of 'good morning' to the Doctor in my house," she said coming toward him.

The yellow silk robe was open and his erection was poking out from the robe.

"I guess I look silly!" he said, in an effort at small talk.

"I guess you look divine," she said, as she reached where he was standing and slowly went to her knees.

"Oh," he said, gazing down on her, "You're going to . . ."

"Do what I've wanted to do all along," she said, to finish his sentence.

Her eyes were glued to his, as she took his erection in hand and, lifting it up, began by running her tongue up the entire underside of the lovely, stiff prick. When she got to the underside of the head, she licked first but then began to suck on the entire region of the underside of the head of his cock.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh," he groaned. "Where'd you learn to do that?"

"You had your eduction and I've had mine," she said pleasantly, grinning at him.

Then she took the head of his cock into her mouth. She pulled her head off again, as though thinking better of it, and licked up and down the underside of the cock again. When she got to the root of his cock, she held his balls in her hand and then took them into her mouth, one at a time.

"Awww!" he sighed next.

"The doctor makes such wonderful noises," she said to him.

"The doctor is enjoying a blow job and gets to make wonderful noises," was his answer.

"The doctor is right!" she said and licked her way up the prick again, stopping once more to suck on the underside of the head, and then she plunged her mouth onto the entire length of his cock, engulfing it totally.

He almost shouted his joyful excitement. Her eyes never left his at all. She pulled her mouth off, licking at him and asked him:

"What do you want to do, when you cum, Doctor Grace? Decorate me? Swallow? You choose; this is all about you!"

"Swallow is nice," he said to her.

"Swallow it is, Doc!" was her answer. She was soooo enjoying her role here as the provider of joy for him.

Holding onto his cock she was licking at it again.

"You do this so well!" he said.

"Natural talent," she quipped back at him, "And a deep desire to please the doctor in my house."

"Doing that! Doing that right now!" he sighed, as he began to move his hips.

"Mmmmm," she sighed, "The doctor's getting into it now. So, we'll go to the next phase."

"Next phase?" he asked.

"Yes, this is the no hands phase; this is the phase where you participate; this is the phase where you get to fuck my face; this is the phase where the doctor gets to sing his song."

She let go of his cock but let it slip out of her mouth for a few seconds as she, grinning at him, took the apron off, and rubbed her nipples along the front of his legs.

"My, my, my!" were his only words.

"Ready for a ride, Doctor Grace?" she asked.

"Ready, Ms. Newell," he said, and she captured his cock with her mouth again. 

Only now he began to use his hips in a fluid motion, moving his cock in and out of her mouth. She maintained her hands behind her head, in prisoner fashion, as he got into the fucking of her face.

"Oh, oh, oh," he said through clenched teeth as he began to spurt his cum into her mouth. He grasped the back of her head and held her head in position, while she accepted it all from him, her mouth, lips and throat working to receive it. Nor did she let any escape from her mouth. By the end of the blow job, she had tears on her cheeks from the deep throated effort.

Cy Grace, grabbed her immediately and puller her to her feet. He had the robe off and had her clasped to himself, with his lips locked on hers, and his tongue meeting hers in a passionate embrace.

The kiss broke and he said to her:

"What kind of wonderful woman are you? Just what kind of wonderful woman are you?"

"Good morning, Cyrus," she smiled up at him. "Scones in a minute."

She went to the oven and took the scones out of the oven then but once the scones were set aside, he went to her and said: 

"Scones can wait a bit!"

He grabbed Ruth Ann and with an amount of power that she wouldn't have expected, lifted her up and sat her, naked on the table.

"Eeeeek!" she said, letting out her own version of his previous noises.

"Beautiful," he murmured, as he began to kiss her, beginning at her knees and working her way up the top of her thighs.

"Mmmmmmm," she sighed, "Doctor at work."

Then he made the trail of kisses and licks again, only this time it was on the inner surface of first one thigh and then the other.

"Oh dear," she said this time, "Doctor knows what he's doing."

He looked up at her and smiled. Then he moved his head into position and this time he covered most of her pussy mound with his mouth.

"Ohhhhhhhh," she wailed, "I'll never let you go,never!"

Cy stopped what he was doing, moved his face away and looked up at her; he said softly:

"Don't say things that you don't mean!"

She stared at him for a few seconds and she repeated:

"I'll never let you go, never!"

He smiled at her then and said:

"Good! I'll just continue then."

"Please do, Cy, Cyrus, Dr. Grace, and know that I'm never letting you go!"

His mouth was back then covering her pussy mound and his tongue working its slow and very clever way through her pussy hair to come into contact with the lips of her vagina.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Cy!' she said as though to the cosmos itself. 

His tongue penetrated her vaginal lips then and began it search of the inside of her vagina, accompanied by more cries of almost ecstasy from Ruth Ann. Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed, and she was making her noises to accompany his eating of her.

Cy's tongue found the button of her clit then, and she almost exploded.

"Got ya!" he exulted.

"Yes, yes, you do!" she agreed, her breathing coming faster and faster.

He played with the clit, using his lips and his tongue. He raked it once with his teeth and she positively screeched and grabbed fists full of his hair. He didn't mind at all. He was, if anything, spurred on by her noises and her constant wiggling, and movements.

"Cy, Cy, Cy," she said almost pleading, "I'm going to . . .I'm going to EXPLODE!" she shouted, never letting go of his head and grinding her hips into his working face. Then she was cumming and he was taking it all in, continuing to lick and suck at her, his hands now underneath her, grasping her by her soft, round ass cheeks.

She finally simply flopped down on the table, and he moved away a bit and sat on the floor.

"Good morning!" he said then.

"Good Morning! Good Morning!" she hissed at him. "You are a master, a master, I say at eating pussy. I'm not even sure if I'll ever leave you out of my site, let alone out of my life."

"You certainly know how to please a guy!" he said to her, grinning.

She got down off the table and all but flung herself into his arms. 

"Cyrus Grace, be mine forever," she said desperately. "Any terms; your terms, all terms, in whatever way you want. You think about it. I'm almost frantic here. I'm almost incoherent here. Don't answer. Don't say anything. Just think about it. It's a request from a hysterical woman, who has just been eaten within an inch of her life. Forgive my outburst, Cy, but I love you, love you!"

He was grinning at her, as she finally ran down and slumped against him.

"I guess that 's 'good morning' too then?" he said.

"Oh, yes it is!" she said to him. 

"I'm sorry for the outburst," she said then. "I didn't mean to frighten you."

"Don't be, you didn't," he replied. "Just do me one favor."

"Anything," she said.

"Think of all of it, when your emotions are not so much at play. I don't want to 'eat you' into something that you'll later have to retract," he said, serious now.

She leaned against him then and cried. He held her.

"What is it?" he asked softly.

"Everything, love," she said. "It's a roller coaster; it's my Mike gone; it's you here and the frightening, almost life giving things that I just wailed to you and to the sun and stars. And I really need to go to work toady."

"I have a medical meeting to go to this afternoon. I'll be gone for today and two more days. Then I'll be back," he said.

"Promise me!" she said to him.

"Promise," he said, "And this doctor doesn't go back on his promises."

"Oh, good," she said. "Shower? Fuck? Let me suck you again?"

"Shower," he said. "The fuck is coming though. You can take that to the bank."

"Oh, goody," was her reply.

They went companionably, arms around each others waists to the bedroom and then to the showers.

Her time for the next few days was busy and hectic. There were details of Mike's will to deal with and all things that needed to be set into motion. She had insisted right along with Mike that she be allowed to pay her own way. And he had reluctantly agreed but in the will it was all hers now, and it was much more than she could ever hope or long for. 

She began thinking of maybe a new bigger house. It was a treat to think about, while all she had from Cyrus Grace was his phone calls. She decided that she wouldn't proceed on the house issue, though until she had, had her think through that he had been speaking about. 

She planned a long evening with herself and Frank Sinatra to to try to clear her mind and see her way straight.

She had a weepy evening. She allowed herself to express all of the loss that she felt for her Uncle Mike. She realized that part of the pain of this had in effect been put off by the discovery, the coming into her life of Cyrus Grace. Now he was more distant and she could fill her time with thoughts about Uncle Mike: 

How it had been, they way he'd taken care of it, how loving and generous he'd been, how skeptical he'd been, when she insisted on paying her own way, on her own salary, and learning the business from the bottom up, but also how her work had never disappointed him.

The time was well spent for her. It was like a love fest for her and she ended her evening, late, late talking to Uncle Mike as though he were still here. And that part of the evening turned inevitably to Dr. Cyrus Grace. 

She told Uncle Mike all about Cyrus, and his attentions to her, his goodness, the way that he took care of her, while she was keeping a lonely vigil at Mike's bedside. She talked of how exciting he was, and how he'd taken over when the funeral was winding down and she became a ship without a rudder, lost and straying but carefully tended by Cyrus.

She knew the truth of what she'd said to him in the heat of that wonderful sex. She knew the truth of it and it was a great comfort to her. The only shadow was the shadow of his not being there to tell him, and that produced a kind of doubt in her mind. She knew her mind now and thought, hoped that she also knew his mind on this. 

He'd be there the day after tomorrow, and then she'd tell him. She thought that he might call but didn't want it to be on the telephone. 

"No," she thought, "This needs to be said in person: that I meant every word of it and would never let him go, never!"

She lay her head back and smiled a smile and on the tip of her tongue was a soft but totally meant "Thank you, Uncle Mike, for letting me talk and get through this."

Then the phone rang. It was Cyrus. 

"Hey, lovely lady! How's my Ruth Ann?"

"Oh, Cy, weepy tonight; but it's my night to be with Uncle Mike and to get that all out where it can be seen."

"Are you okay, Ruthie?" he asked.

"Oh, I like it, when you call me that; he always did! And, yes, I'm alright. I'm getting it all taken care of. There's a great deal, more than I had imagined, that I'm coming into now. I'm only beginning to realize it. But I'll keep working at straightening it out."

They talked for a while, and then had to say 'good night', since they both were going to be busy the next day.

"Good night, my Ruthie" he said.

"Good night, Cy, and the part about loving you: I meant it. I do."

"I know," he said, "And Ruth Ann Newell, I love you too."

She began to cry.

"I can't hang up now with you crying," he said. "I didn't mean to make you cry."

"Oh, it's only that it makes me so happy. I've not given room in my life 'til now for anything but work and the business."

"Now's your time, Ruthie," he said, "Now's our time."

"Oh good!" she said then and added "Good night, Cyrus."

The next day she continued her dealing with Uncle Mike's affairs and the business too. She decided that she probably needed a kind of assistant of some kind but would think about that later. She was wearing a suit to work. She didn't realize it right away but it was the same suit that she had been wearing, when she'd first met Cyrus Grace, what seemed like years ago, though it was a short time.

The secretary, Nancy, knocked on the door and poked her head in saying:

"Dr Grace is here, boss."

"He is?" Ruth Ann almost exploded. "Send him in."

Then Ruth Ann, guided entirely by a kind of inner sense of mischief, pulled up her skirt to her waist and began to busy herself as though she were trying to rub out a spot. In the process she was showing her panties, and grinning to herself. She was looking down until she heard the explosion of breath.

He was standing there staring at her.

"You're doing it again!" he said.

"Doing what, Dr. Grace?" she asked innocently.

"The same suit," he said, "Damn, the same panties! You're flashing me again."

"You must be mistaken, Dr. Grace," she said playfully but not bothering to pull her skirt down or cover her panties, with their view of her curly pubic hair.

"Damn," he said again.

"You already said that, Dr. Grace," she said.

"Well at least I know now what to do!" he said next, and strode across the room.

"What?" she said surprised by the quickness of his movement.

He was over to her and kneeling in front of her before she knew what was happening. The only thing that she had time for was a loud 'yip' kind of sound before he was there at her feet.

But his next action shocked her, thrilled her, and make her 'yip' yet another time. He grasped the waistband of her panties and pulled them down and off of her.

"These I'm keeping!" he announced.

"Cy," she cried out, "Work!"

"Oh, it's 'Cy' now is it?" he said, grinning at her.

"It's . . .it's . . .ohhhhhhh, Cyrus!" she said, losing her train of thought because now his mouth was on her pussy and she was being eaten again, eaten again by her man, by her Cyrus here in her office, and it was fucking wonderful! Those were the words that thundered across her mind and her brain.

She head a vague knock on the door, the door open and Nancy say:

"Boss . . .ohhhhhhhhhh!"

Ruth Ann held up her hand and said:

"Nothing for a bit, Nancy!"

"I guess not," Nancy said, and with a profound giggle left the office.

"Caught in the act!" Cy said to her, his mouth wet now with her.

"Back to work, Doctor!" she said.

"Demands, demands!" he said, shaking his head and the movement of his head from side to side, while inserting his tongue inside of her brought almost a whoop from her. She silenced herself with her hand.

"You'd better," he said, "Or we'll have the cops here! Woman, you're a handful!"

She grinned at him and shook her head 'yes', when he'd said this.

"Remind me to tell you, when you're finished. Not now, when your finished," she said.

"I'll never be finished with you!" were his words then.

"Oh good!" she said, and clamped her hand across her mouth again to suppress her loud moans.

He repeated his play with her clit and brought her to a shaking, shivering orgasm. Then he got her up and held her to himself. As she clung to him, she whispered into his ear:




Ruth Ann and the Doctor



"You've never even fucked me yet!"

"We'll correct that tonight; I've been busy doing other things."

"I noticed," she said.

She left him for a moment and went for a wash cloth for him.

Then they settled down and he asked about going out for coffee, he could use a cup. It had already been a long day, he said.

She buzzed Nancy and asked her to come in.

Nancy was blushing and grinning from ear to ear, when she came in.

"We'd like a coffee, Nancy," she said.

Nancy grinned and said: "No cigarette?"

"Out, you and get coffee!" Ruth Ann said, with fake exasperation.

Cy winked at Nancy just before she left, and she giggled again.

"Lots to tell," Cy said to Ruth Ann.

"First, how's my Ruthie?" he asked.

"Now I'm just fine," was her answer.

"Did you and Uncle Mike work it out?" he wanted to know.

"Yes, we did, and that's what I wanted to tell you, when you were finished," she said softly.

"Tell me what?" he asked and was smiling from ear to ear.

"I'll never let you go!" she said. "No hysterics, just plain old fashioned truth."

"Best words of the day," he said, "Especially since I've brought this with me."

He handed her a ring box and she began to cry.

"I know it's sudden, it's been a short time, Ruthie," he said "But I've never been so sure of anything, since my decision to enter med school. Marry me, Ruth Ann Newell."

"Yes," she said, quickly and simply. "Oh, I thought that I'd been, you know, overlooked. The business for such a long time took everything and I just never bothered about relationships or being sensual or anything until you caught me cleaning a spot in my skirt."

"And found out that you have a real talent for what you call 'being sensual', and were flashing your panties at me." he said.

She blushed then and giggled.

"Cryus, you've almost made an idiot of me with this loving you so," she said, shaking her head. "I was never a person who 'giggled'."

"I obviously bring out the best in you," he said, smiling at her.

By then they had the coffee and settled down for a talk.

"Things to tell you, love," he said. "I'm coming to the end, finally of my residency at the hospital. I've been offered a job with a good local practice. I'd be one of the two internist on their staff. They will guarantee me no less that $90,000 the first year and will work with me to buy into the practice on a partnership basis."

She smiled and took his hand: "How wonderful," she said. "I already know how good a doctor you are."

"There are other things that I can do too," he said, smiling slyly.

"I know that too!" she quipped, "But you still have some proving to do."

"So I do," he said.

"Anyhow," he went on, "There are things that I need to take care of. I live in a hovel. It's why I never have had you over. But I need a regular house now."

She grinned and clapped her hands. "I have just been thinking these past few days of buying a new, bigger house. Uncle Mike left me so well off. Why don't we do that together?"

"You don't mind?" he asked. 

"Mind! Man, I love you like there's no tomorrow."

"If you can front the down payment," he said, "I can join in the mortgage."

"We'll work that out; let's take some time to look first," she said.

"I have an invitation to meet the doctor for dinner tonight, who's inviting me into the practice, Dr. Gabe Gleason. Can you come?"

"Your date?" she asked grinning at him.

"Well, actually my fiance!" he said.

"Oh, yes, I am, lovely," she cooed.

"And the woman that I'm going to finally get a chance to make love to," he said.

"Oh, dinner and fucking tonight?" she said, her grin broadening.

"Yep," he answered, "Dinner and fucking tonight."

"Goodie!" was her answer.

"I've got free time this afternoon," he said. "Any chance to look at houses?"

"I can make a call to a friend, who's a realtor; we can list my house and see what they can come up with."

"Call me?" he asked.

"Well," she said, "I can do that right away; lunch then?"

"Wonderful, give me time to go and stow my stuff at home and I'll be back in forty five minutes."

He took her into his arms then and they kissed. They both broke the kiss reluctantly.

"Tonight!' she said softly.

"Yes, tonight," was his answer.

When he'd left, Nancy came in to apologize.

Ruth Ann waved it off and said it was their fault and not hers.

Then Nancy giggled and said:

"Was he good?"

"Fantastic!" Ruth Ann said, and showed Nancy the ring.

"Eeeeeeeeek!" Nancy hollered, jumping up and down.

"Call Kelly Carson for me, will you? I need to talk to her. He and I want to look at houses!"

As she was leaving the room, Nancy sang out:

"Oh how great, the boss caught a Doctor!"

"Out, you!" Ruth Ann said, laughing. 

They had a whirlwind day, touring houses in the afternoon, and finding three that they were going to need to think more about. Then it was off to shower quickly and get ready for dinner out. 

He picked her up at her house at 7 PM for the dinner out. They were to meet the Gleasons at the restaurant.

"We need to buy the doctor a new car also," she said.

"You know," he answered, "This is so much of a whirlwind, all of this that I don't believe my feet have hit the ground yet at all."

"Well," she said, kissing his cheek, "Tonight is relax time; it's all for us, all of it."

"It is that," he answered.

Their time with the Gleasons was a huge success. Ruth Ann was pleased to find out that she actually had met Judy Gleason; they had worked together on charity projects, she just never put that two and two together. The Gleasons were also pleased to discover that Ruth Ann was Cy's fiance.

In the car on the way back to the house, Cy said:

"Nice couple."

"Yes, thank you for inviting me," she replied.

"You're invited to everything for the rest of my life, love," was his answer.

As he said it, he laid a hand on her thigh. 

"At last," she said, sighing, "The doctor's getting fresh; I thought that I'd spontaneously combust at dinner, and I bet Judy Gleason noticed. As she spoke to him, she pulled the skirt of her frock up so that his hand could touch a bit of her stocking tops and the naked skin of her thigh.

"Now how am I supposed to drive with a hard on?" he complained softly.

"I'd give you a special in the car blow job," she answered in a hoarse whisper, "But I've promised myself other uses tonight for that wonderful appendage of yours."

"Hmm, sounds dirty!" was his reply.

"Will be, I hope," she answered, and reached over to squeeze his erection through his slacks. She was rewarded with a pretty loud:

"Ohhhh," from Cy.

They arrived at her house and she opened the garage door.

"Give me a few seconds, doc," she said, getting out, and leaving him wondering.

He realized immediately what was going to happen. As soon as Ruth Ann was in the garage she took off her skirt and left it lying there. He got out and followed. He put the garage door down and picked up her skirt. She was almost at the entrance to the kitchen but half way between them was her suit jacket. He retrieved that also.

Now she was in the kitchen doorway and her blouse was lying on the floor there. She turned to him and made a broadway gesture, with her hand and arms in the air, hands dramatically thrown outward, displaying herself in a lacy beige bra and a pair of lacy, beige, bikini panties. She was wearing thigh high stockings.

She turned on her heels, and strode away from him, heading for the stairs, her bra was hanging on the door nob in the doorway between the kitchen and the dining room.

He followed her with a grin on his face and an arm full of clothes. She was standing on the stairs, when he came out of the dining room. She was naked, except for shoes and stockings.She stood on the stairs with her hands on her hips and grinned at him. He noticed that her panties were on the post of the bannister. Those he picked up, turned them inside out and put the gusset of her panties into his mouth, and carried them that way.

She giggled and turned and sprinted up the rest of the stairs.

She didn't notice him drop her clothes on the stairs or begin to strew the stairs with his own clothes, so that, when he entered the bedroom naked, his erection standing out almost painfully before him, she reacted:

"Ohhhhh, look at you! Come to me, Cyrus, my love, my darling! Come and make me finally and totally your own. Come and make a baby with me!"

He smiled at her, and asked: 

"Is that what we're about to do?"

"Do you want to?" she asked.

"With you? Beyond any doubt, Mom! Shall we try?"

"I certainly hope so, my biological clock is ticking." was her response.

"Oh," he responded, "I thought that was your motor revving because you're getting laid."

"Cyrus Grace are we going to screw or are you going to do a stand up routine here?" she demanded to know.

"Well," he said, "This isn't exactly a stand up routine from where I am!" he said.

She was laughing then and said: "Stop it or you'll make me pee myself!"

"My, Momma's kinkier than I thought!" was his next comment.

"Momma's all wet and ready, get to it!" she pleaded. "Tomorrow, foreplay, all sorts of foreplay; right now fucking! Fuck me, Cyrus Grace, and I promise to be yours forever!"

At this point he had maneuvered himself in between her thighs. His erect cock nestled itself easily between her thighs and at the entrance to her pussy.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Haven't I waited for this!" she said ecstatically.

"The doctor is in!" he quipped.

"Don't you make me laugh again, you rogue!" she said, giggling.

But one thrust of his hips was enough to quiet her laughter and bring on her lovely moans of passion. He didn't stop for normal foreplay; they were both ready, ready for one another and he proceeded, to set up his rhythm with her. 

"Ohhh," she moaned, "Ohhh, Cy! Yes!! Cy!! YES!!"

She put her arms around him to cling to him and grabbed his ass cheeks for a few seconds, clutching at him with her hands, arms and legs.

"Wonderful! Just wonderful!" she moaned.

He kissed her and yet she yelled into the kiss:

"Quick, quick but cumming . . .NOWWWWWWWW!"

She surged against him, her vaginal sheath holding onto this cock, as her arms and hands were holding onto him. She drew him in and he came also and the two of them all but drowned in the love making's spectacular finish.

He rolled to the side and lay there smiling and panting. She snuggled up against him, looked down his body and moved:

"Clean up Dad!" she said, moving her head down his stomach and taking his shrunken, slimy prick in her mouth to clean it.

They lay in the pleasure of it, and after a few minutes he asked:

"Would you really have peed?"

"I might have with your shtick going on!" she said.

"So, if I tickle you now, you might still?" he asked.

"Cyrus Grace, don't you dare!" she said giggling and desperate.

He turned to her and said:

"Ruth Ann, be my love, just be my love!"

"I already am," she sighed and moved to press her body against his.

EPILOGUE:

They thought it best if Cy were to move in with her immediately, while they looked for a new home. 

Cy finished his residency and went into practice with Dr. Gleason; the move to the Gleason practice proved to be a hugely successful one for Cy.

Ruth Ann, to lessen the amount of work she needed to do, promoted Nancy to be her assistant, and got a new secretary. Nancy mentioned, a huge grin on her face, that if Cy was so good at what she'd caught them doing that day in the office, could it be a bonus for her and her new job to have him do it to her. She didn't get the bonus.

Cy and Ruth Ann settled on a house that they both loved and thought would be a good place to raise children. With Cy settled into the practice, they set a date for their marriage and honeymooned in Rome, Florence and Venice, Italy.

Late one night, heads on pillows, they had this conversation:

"You know, love," Ruth Ann began, "If we have a boy, why don't we name him Ashur bani whatever the name was." She ended up giggling, and couldn't remember or get out the name of Ashurbanipal.

"Smart ass," he said lightly, and then whispered back to her:

"No, if we have a boy, I thought we'd name him Mike."

"Ohhhh," Ruth Ann said and began to cry, putting her head on his shoulder, as he gathered her in. "That's so wonderful," she said to him in the dark.

"And I'd love to have a little girl," he said next, "To be just like her Mommie! Ruth Ann, you're going to make a wonderful mother."

Their lives were full and became better yet, with the arrival and raising of first Ruthie and then Little Mike. 

The End.