0 comments/ 25732 views/ 0 favorites A Rose For Me By: astrocat22 The day dawned bright and sunny after weeks of grey drizzling weather and on the spur of the moment my wife decided we needed to visit a local nursery to purchase some more rose bushes for our garden beds. Just after morning tea we climbed into the car and set off for the nursery which was about forty minutes drive from our home. The drive was uneventful and I was glad to reach our destination, although gardening isn’t my favourite pursuit. We wandered around the perfectly manicured gardens looking at the beautiful settings and enjoying the warm sun and fragrant flowers. Eventually we tired of our wanderings and headed up the hill to the café for some refreshments. The main part of the café was quite busy however I spied a table towards the centre of the large room and made my way quickly to claim it. We sat down and looked around the room to discover that orders for food and coffees were to be made at the counter in a smaller ante-room off the large room in which we sat. My wife left to purchase the cakes and coffees and I settled back to look around the room and watch the activity of the other patrons. Directly in front of me was a long table, occupied by mostly elderly ladies, however almost directly in front of me was a pretty young woman of about 30 years. She sat on the other side of the long table and was facing towards me with nobody sitting opposite her. She was slim with dark brown hair and was wearing a light sundress made form a floral print on white material. I continued to scan the room and as I looked back to the young woman to my amazement I discovered that as she leaned to the side to talk to her companions she had let her legs fall slightly apart to partly expose her white panties. I looked away, not wishing to appear obvious, thinking she would have moved and her legs would be together again by the time I looked back in her direction. To my delight I discovered that she was still sitting talking to her companion much as before. I could see the tanned skin of her legs and thighs as they soared up under her sundress and marvelled at the contrast of her skin colour and her panties. As I looked at her panty clad pussy and daydreamed lustful thoughts, she moved her head and as I raised my eyes to hers we made direct contact. Busted, I thought and grinned at her thinking my afternoon fun was about to end, however after a moment, a smile crept to her face and she sat slowly back in her chair. As she did so she let her legs fall gently apart giving me an even better view of her panties. She continued sitting with her legs apart as she drank her coffee and chatted with her companions….even when my wife returned with our coffees. Every so often should would look my way and give me a little conspiratorial smile. Fortunately my wife sat with her back to the young woman or the fun really would have been over. Sometime later the young woman rose and headed from the café turning in the direction of the ladies room. Upon her return, some several minutes later, she resumed her seat and continued talking with her friends. As my gaze returned to her I saw that she was sitting as before with her legs spread gently, however this time there were no panties on display, just the sweetest shaven pussy I had ever seen. It was difficult to maintain my composure, a fact of which I’m sure she was well aware as the next time she caught my eye she winked and then returned to her conversation, leaving me to enjoy the view. Not wishing to leave and end my afternoon’s fun, I decided to grab another coffee. I made my way to the counter and stood in the short queue waiting for my order to be taken. As I stood there I felt the movement of a hand in my pocket and reached down to investigate. I felt the soft silk of material and instantly knew that it was the young woman standing behind me and that she’d put her panties in my pocket. I half turned to face the counter and looked at her face as she moved in to stand closer to me. My right hand dropped down and brushed against the bare skin of her leg as I slowly ran my fingers up until I reached the hem of her dress. I lifted the hem of her skirt, still tracing my fingers up her leg until I reached her shaven pussy lips With my hand hidden from view of the other patrons, I gently ran my fingers over the damp outer lips of her pussy. She moaned gently and leaned in even further against my hand. I cupped her mound and slipped a finger into her folds to find a very wet pussy and a very aroused clit just aching for some attention. I wanted the room to freeze instantly so I could bend down and taste her soaking folds. My coffee was instantly forgotten as I grabbed her hand and led her to the ladies room which she checked was unoccupied. As we entered the bathroom our lust engulfed us and we kissed as if to devour each other. My left hand was on her ass and my right hand was back on her pussy, this time with two fingers deep inside her. I couldn’t wait, I had to taste her and I knelt down and sank my face into her, burying my tongue as far as it could go into her. I sucked her inner lips and her clit into my mouth, tasting her juices and savouring her intoxicating aroma. I knew she was close to cumming and wanted me inside her as she put her hands either side of my face and lifted me back up. She undid my jeans and released my engorged cock, wrapping her slender hand around the head and shaft. She pulled me to a stall and quickly locked the door before turning and bending over to display her gorgeous cunt. I grabbed my cock and placed the head against her outer lips then pushed into her, sinking in as far as I could go. She moaned loudly and pushed back against me as I thrust in and out of her, reaching my hands round to cup her breasts and play with her erect nipples. Neither of us lasted long and crying out as her orgasm hit, I felt my cum boil over and blast into her soaked vagina. As we descended form our frenzy I stayed curled over her back with my arms around her, my cock still hard in her pussy. I could feel the juices of our lovemaking trickling out of her and cooling. As we straightened up, I slipped out of her and we arranged our clothing and prepared to leave our cocoon. I offered her the panties which were still in my pocket, however she told me to keep them as a reminder of our afternoon’s delight. Thinking of her going home pantyless, with my cum dripping down her leg began to get me hard again and I was keen to fuck her again, however we had run out of time and would be missed. As we left the bathroom, she went ahead of me and I asked her what her name was. She walked on and just before we re-entered the main room, she glanced back and said “Rose”. A Rose for Rosie The following story is pure fiction. Pity. As Lisa passed Rosie's bedroom door she glanced in and couldn't believe her eyes. Rosie lay on her back, the bed cover to one side of her. The short, thin, light blue nightdress that she wore had ridden up above her waist exposing her naked body from her navel to her toes. Her legs were together and her left knee was slightly raised and lay on her right leg shielding the majority of her pussy, but enough was visible to see a great bush of rich red hair. Lisa felt her heart skip a beat before she carried on to the kitchen. As she stood pouring a glass of cold milk she couldn't get the thought of what she had just seen from her mind. Lisa didn't know why the sight of her laying there like that was having such an effect on her. She was almost certain that Rosie was straight and Lisa had defiantly never had any leanings at all towards another female. All she knew was that she just had to have another look through Rosie's door in the hope that she was still in the same position. Lisa finished her drink and quietly tip toed back along the hallway, stopping just short of Rosie's bedroom door. Without realising why she did it Lisa lifted her own nightdress up and slipped her panties off. She took a deep breath and took the final step to the open doorway. As she looked in she saw that Rosie had moved slightly but the bottom of her nightdress was still up around the top of her body. A few buttons had now fallen open exposing the bottom of her small breasts. Lisa's hand found it's way to her own pussy, and although Rosie's legs were still together Lisa had a much better view of Rosie's nakedness. Rosie moved making Lisa panic a little so she made her way to her own bedroom. As she lay on her bed she couldn't get this vision out of her mind. Her hand was slowly caressing her pussy and after a few minutes she decided that she was going to risk it all and slip out of her room to take another look. Lisa slipped off her nightdress and stood naked beside her bed. As she turned she glimpsed herself in the mirror and reacted with horror when she realised what she was about to do. Rosie was her best friends mother, why on earth was she having this effect on her? Lisa jumped back into her bed and pulled the covers over herself. As she lay there she continued to stroke her pussy, thinking of Rosie half naked in the next room. After a while she made up her mind, she was going to take another look. Lisa slipped out of her bed and crept towards her door. The nipples on her small breasts were rock hard and her pussy was wet. She slowly moved to Rosie's door, and peeped in. Rosie's nightdress was now fully open and her breasts fully exposed. Lisa just stood there looking at her, all the while playing with her own pussy. She could feel an orgasm slowly building. Rosie let out a loud sigh. Lisa was routed to the spot, praying that she wouldn't be caught. Rosie moved very slightly onto her side and then her legs parted to expose her pussy in all of its glory to Lisa's eyes. This was just too much for Lisa and she orgasmed instantly, desperately trying not to make a sound, with some success. As Lisa made her way back to her own room, Rosie's hand moved between her legs, her eyes opened and a satisfied smile filled her face. Lisa lay back in her bed still thinking of Rosie's naked body. The image kept going through her mind. She couldn't shake it off. She started caressing between her legs again, all the time thinking of the moment when Rosie's legs parted to expose her pussy. She thought to herself that if Rosie's nakedness was having this effect on her, would the sight of her totally naked body result in the same effect on Rosie? The thought of Rosie seeing her naked excited her. The more she thought about it the more excited she became. Lisa made her mind up, she wanted Rosie to see her naked. Not just naked, but in a way that was sure to have some kind of effect on her. It would have to be as natural as possible. Maybe by being caught getting out of the shower, or by accidentally dropping the towel covering her body when she got out of the bath. She mulled these ideas and others over and came to the conclusion that they would all seem contrived. She would have to find another way, but how? While she pondered on how to reach her goal Lisa slipped off to sleep. Lisa had been a friend with Toni since she and Rosie had arrived in Australia. At the time Rosie was employed by an International Bank and had been transferred on a long contract from England, initially to set up a new system and then to help oversee the appointment of permanent local staff. The original intention was for the task to take up to a year but in the event the posting lasted nearer five. When it was time for them to return to England the two girls vowed to keep in touch, and they did. They had been back in England for three years and in that time Lisa and Toni had been in almost constant contact. A few weeks ago the firm that Lisa worked for has gone out of business and Toni suggested that her dear friend should come to England on a long holiday. Toni had landed herself a good job and although, like Lisa, she was only twenty-two she had been selected for management training. This is the reason that Lisa found herself alone with Rosie. One of the friends that Toni had made through her management training had suggested that she stay with her for the weekend before the next course, this being held just a few miles away from her home. This meant leaving her guest for a week but Lisa told her that she would find plenty to do, and anyway Rosie was there to keep her company. Lisa was a petite young lady, a slim five feet two inches tall with perfectly formed 32A breasts and long dark blonde hair while Toni was five feet ten inches tall, with a shapely 34B bust and shoulder length dark brown hair. Her mother was in her very early forties, about the same size and shape as her daughter but with dark red flowing hair. Rosie and Toni lived in a homely cottage standing in large gardens, the rear one leading down to a river. The nearest neighbour was over a quarter of a mile away, making for a very private and peaceful environment. Lisa opened her eyes and looked over to the clock standing on the bedside table, it was 9.20. She stretched her slim body before slipping out of bed. As she stood up she could hear Rosie in the kitchen. Lisa opened a drawer and removed a pair of clean panties. She slid them over her legs and then put on her nightdress before walking to her door. She stopped and looked into the mirror on the dressing table. She wanted Rosie to notice her and to even catch a glimpse of her body. The very thought started a stirring deep inside. She was determined to display herself for Rosie and what's more to do it in such a way that she turned her on. She looked at her reflection for a few moments before she slipped her panties off again. She looked back towards the mirror. Her nightdress only just covered her bottom. She then undid the top four buttons which left it undone to just below her bare breasts and showing a lot of cleavage. She then pulled the material forward to make it hang loose. She headed for the kitchen. When she entered she was surprised to see that Rosie was still in her nightdress and her eyes were drawn to the obvious fact that she wasn't wearing any underwear. "Do you mind if I have a glass of milk?" Lisa asked. "No, help yourself. In fact there is no need to ask for anything. If there is something that you want just help yourself, and by that, I mean anything." Lisa thanked her and kept on talking as she made her way to the refrigerator. As she bowed down she asked Rosie if she had anything planned for that day, knowing full well that her short nightdress would ride up to reveal a great deal of her bare bottom, and that Rosie would be looking at her ready with an answer. Lisa took her time in getting the bottle of milk from its holder. Rosie paused before she answered. "Nothing planned for today, but of course we've got the school fete tomorrow. I thought that we might just lounge around the garden today and perhaps sort out some costumes to wear for the fete." Lisa stood up, walked to the table and poured herself some milk into one of the glasses that she found there. "What are you going to do for a costume?" Lisa asked. "As you know the staff and helpers are going to dress up to the theme of school days, so I thought I would go as an olden day school 'marm. What about you?" Rosie replied. "Well, as I'm, how shall we put it? Quite small, I thought that I would try and find something so that I could dress up as a young school girl." "As it happens I still have most of Toni's school clothes. I don't know why but I've never gotten around to throwing them out. I'm sure that we could find something there to suit." Rosie told her. The thought of wearing one of Toni's school uniforms, one that had in the past covered her friend's body made her pussy tingle. "How far back do those clothes go?" she asked, "I would think that the ones that Toni must have worn when she was about twelve or thirteen would fit me now." Rosie looked at Lisa closely, eyeing her up and down before replying, "Yes, I think that you're right, they should fit you perfectly. I'm sure that I still have all of her school clothes. What's more, when she was that age she was still wearing the lower school uniform, little cotton dresses and white socks. The school didn't change up to senior uniforms until Toni was about fourteen." "Do you still have all of the clothes? I mean, it wouldn't feel right if I wore one of my lacy bras or skimpy panties underneath, and I'm sure that they would show through." Lisa said. "Oh yes, I still have all of her clothes, including her underwear, white cotton panties and little trainer bras." Rosie replied, the thought of Lisa dressed up like that making her nipples harden. Lisa's pussy tingled even more with the thought of wearing Toni's underwear next to her skin. "What about your costume," Lisa asked, "Any ideas?" Rosie replied, "I thought that one of my old housecoats, a navy blue one, with a few modifications should do the trick, with suspenders and stockings and a shape and lift bra underneath. I'll wear my hair up in a bun. What do you think?" She was hoping the mention of sexy underwear might have an effect on Lisa but was surprised by her reaction. "Oh no, you can't dress like that." Lisa said, "I can see the housecoat and your hair in a bun but not the underwear. You must try and find some big blue knickers and a rather shapeless bra that make your breasts hang naturally. I've seen pictures and that's how they used to look, all stern and somewhat shapeless." "Okay then if that's what you think then that's what I must try and find." Rosie said. Lisa said that she would like to have a shower before she got dressed but Rosie told her that the shower hose had developed a leak so it would be better if she had a bath. Lisa agreed and Rosie went to run one for her. When Rosie returned she told Lisa that she would cook them a breakfast when they had both taken a bath and as it was such a nice day they would eat outside. Lisa went to her bedroom and sorted through her clothes to see if she could find something suitable to help show her body off to Rosie. She sat on the side of the bed and looked at what she had selected. A thin white cotton blouse, a tiny pair of lace panties and a very short tight red skirt. She had decided to forgo a bra choosing instead to tie the blouse up leaving a considerable gap between it and her skirt. She collected the clothes up and headed for the bathroom. The water was deep with just a little bath foam but had obviously been scented. She purposely left the door slightly ajar just in case Rosie should happen by. Rosie stood in her room, opposite the bathroom and could see clearly as Lisa removed her nightdress. She had her back to Rosie giving her a wonderful view of her naked ass. Lisa turned on the tap of the hand basin and started to clean her teeth. Rosie lifted off her own nightdress and stood naked watching her daughter's friend. She felt her pussy twitch as Lisa parted her legs slightly and leaned over the basin to spit out the toothpaste. Rosie could now see the faintest glimpse of hair showing through the gap at the top of her legs. Rosie's hand made contact with her pussy and gently caressed it. As Lisa stood straight and put her toothbrush back into the cabinet above the basin Rosie moved to one side to be shielded by her wardrobe door so that she wouldn't be discovered if Lisa turned around. Rosie continued to watch Lisa through the gap between her wardrobe and it's door, and as she turned around Rosie was rewarded with the sight of the young woman's breasts and fur covered pussy, made even better when she lifted a leg over the side of the bath and placed it in the water. The other leg followed and she disappeared from view. Lisa lay soaking in the hot deep water thinking of Rosie's naked body as it lay on her bed the night before. She wanted to see it again. Rosie was preparing breakfast when she heard Lisa call that she was out of the bath and that the bathroom was free. Rosie called out for Lisa to leave the water in the tub, as she would use that instead of replacing it. She collected her clothes that she had laid out earlier and walked to the bathroom, passing Lisa on the way. The sight of Lisa dressed so provocatively made her already hardened nipples even harder. She wanted this sweet young girl and the only question in her mind was how she would react if she made a move. Any such move would have to be planned with the utmost care. When the pair had finished breakfast Rosie went inside and filled the dishwasher, insisting that Lisa stay in the garden to enjoy the warmth of the sun. Rosie went to her bedroom and changed her clothes. She chose a loose fitting tee shirt and a pair of baggy shorts, omitting any underwear before returning to the garden where she found Lisa sitting on one end of the double swing lounger. She sat on the other end. The day was spent chatting, drinking iced drinks and just enjoying the fine weather. During the afternoon Rosie sorted out some of Toni's old school clothes for Lisa and together they attempted to adapt one of Rosie's housecoats without much luck. Then Lisa came up with the idea of changing Rosie's costume to a matron and set about making that, this time with much more success. As the afternoon turned into the evening they decided to visit a local pub for a drink and a meal after which they returned home just before midnight. Lisa said that she felt tired, the temperature still being high not helping. They each retired to their beds. Lisa had planned to take another look into Rosie's bedroom, but in the event she soon fell asleep. When she awoke Lisa discovered that she was lying on top of her bed naked, the cover having fallen to the floor sometime during the night. It had been so hot when she went to bed that she had decided to dispense with her nightdress and panties. She stretched her legs and her feet touched something on the bottom of the bed. She sat up and saw a pile of school clothes by her feet. Rosie must have put them there before she woke up. Lisa then realised that Rosie must have seen her naked body and was disappointed that she wasn't awake to see her reaction. Lisa pulled on some light clothes and made her way to the bathroom to have a wash and clean her teeth and then headed to the kitchen where she found Rosie preparing breakfast. She was wearing a thin robe held together with just a belt that was only tied loosely around her waist, the two sides barely overlapping. Lisa's eyes followed Rosie's every movement. The robe kept starting to fall open giving her quick flashes of Rosie's nakedness beneath. They ate breakfast, chatting about the day ahead. When Rosie started to clear the table she leaned forward, her robe parted and Lisa was given a clear close up view of her bare breasts. She made no attempt to pull the robe together and Lisa felt her pussy start to tingle. Rosie reached out and put a hand on Lisa's and asked her if she would like to go and get ready, as they would soon have to leave for the fete. Lisa stood and made her way back to the bedroom, collected the pile of clothes and went into the bathroom. She sorted through the clothes to find three complete sets with a school year separating each size. Lisa decided to try the smallest. She lifted the smallest panties to her face and smelled them. She was disappointed to find that they smelt freshly laundered. How she wished that she could have sniffed the faintest odour of her friend Toni. What was happening to her? She had never had any sexual feeling for Toni but now she was getting excited at the thought of her panties being so close to her own pussy. She pulled the tight panties on and caressed her pussy through them. She tried on the smallest bra but it was too tight so she tried the next size. It too was tight so she tried the last. It fitted perfectly. She felt so aroused wearing her best friends underwear. She wanted to play with herself but knew that she didn't have enough time as she has so much to do. She slipped off the panties and bra and set to work. Almost three quarters of an hour had passed when Rosie knocked on the bathroom door. In this time she had changed into her matron's outfit. Lisa opened the door and her appearance left Rosie almost speechless. Lisa stood in front of her wearing the smallest of the school dresses, short white socks and her hair in perfectly braided pigtails. She looked all of thirteen. She looked at Rosie and told her that she really looked the part, the perfect school matron. They picked up their bags and headed for the local school. They had decided to walk the two miles along the path beside the river. Although it was only ten o'clock it was already very warm and the brisk pace at which they walked coupled with the thick clothes that she was wearing made Rosie feel the heat. Lisa kept looking at Rosie trying to work out a way in which they could both be naked. She longed to again see her in all of her splendour whilst putting her own charms on view to those bright blue eyes. They continued their walk along the riverbank until they reached the small gate that led into the grounds of the school. Once inside they made their way to the canteen where each helper was going to be assigned to a stall or function. Rosie was asked to help with the games for young children and Lisa was assigned to run the tombola. All day Lisa kept looking at Rosie and she kept thinking to herself how easily the underwear that she had talked her into wearing could be slipped off. Every time that Lisa caught Rosie looking at her she imagined standing there naked, Rosie's eyes exploring every part of her body. Her nipples were hard and her pussy wet all day. The day dragged on and Lisa thought that she would never get the chance to peel herself naked. How she longed for Rosie to see her and to touch her. 'To touch her?' The thought of Rosie touching her was new but it excited her. She started thinking about touching Rosie, exploring her body with the tips of her fingers. She was now feeling extremely horny. The days tasks successfully completed they walked back along the riverbank. On the narrow parts Rosie walked behind Lisa. She couldn't take her eyes off of the gorgeous little body in front. How she ached to make love to this little schoolgirl. "I used to swim with Toni in this part of the river." Rosie said as they reached the gate at the bottom of the garden. "Of course it's too overgrown and dangerous now. We would swim and play for hours and then run-up to the house to get dried." A Rose for Rosie "I would have thought that by the time you reached the house your costumes would be almost dry anyway." Lisa replied. "We didn't bother with costumes," Rosie said, "The footpath hadn't been opened up in those days. It was very private." Lisa felt her heart beating faster, "Did you like being naked?" she asked. "I love it. I love to feel the air all over my body. It's a unique feeling, being naked in the sunshine, with a light breeze blowing. Have you ever tried it?" "No," Lisa replied, "not yet." They entered the garden and Lisa asked to stop for a few moments. They both sat on the lawn. Lisa lay on her back with her knees raised as Rosie, looking from the direction of Lisa's feet said, "Not yet? Does that mean that you might like to try it?" "Maybe, later." Lisa replied as she opened her knees. Rosie was treated to the site of her daughters white knickers stretched over Lisa's pussy and she gasped as she saw that they had a very damp patch. Lisa giggled, jumped up and grasped Rosie's hand. "Come on." She said and they ran up the garden hand in hand. As Lisa led the way Rosie thought about what she had seen that morning when she put Toni's school clothes on the bottom of Lisa's bed. She had been so worried in case she had woken Lisa when she carefully pulled the bedcover off of her to reveal the nude girl beneath. Although she had left her teens behind her and was now an adult woman, her small naked body was stiring up deep emotions inside Rosie. The perfectly formed little titties with their swollen rich pink nipples, the slim waist and perfect legs leading to that soft mound of light blonde hair that surrounded her pussy. How she had been tempted to drink from that velvet cup, to lap and swallow those love juices that were even then making her pussy moist. She felt her own pussy shouting for attention and the fabric of her bra brushing against her nipples as she ran up the garden with Lisa made them more erect than she could ever remember them being before. This young woman was stirring desires in her that had been suppressed for so long. She wondered what Lisa's reaction would be if she told her that she was gay. Lisa, she thought, must have realized that no mention had ever been made of Toni's father. Rosie had chosen him long ago with just the purpose of fathering a child. He was tall, handsome and ever ready for sex. They made love at every opportunity until Rosie found that she was pregnant. Then she left him. No explanation and no forwarding address. The man had done the job and enjoyed doing it. She had no future need for him or his cock. She never enjoyed having that inside her and didn't find the experience of doing other things to please him pleasant either. No, she much preferred a women's touch, and she thought, would like the touch of this particular young woman much more than any other. Rosie was beginning to tire and was pulling on Lisa's arm but Lisa was determined to make it to the top of the garden. She had decided that now was the time. She was going to show her naked body to Rosie. She didn't know how she would do it, but do it she would. What's more she was determined to relieve Rosie of her clothes as well. She wanted to explore the mature body that was so eagerly following her up to the house. No, she thought, she wasn't going to just explore it; she was going to ravage it. As they reached the patio Lisa let go of Rosie's hand and made for the swing lounger. She sat on one end hoping that Rosie would sit on the other. She did. Lisa swung a leg up and Rosie followed suit and they sat there facing each other. Lisa removed her shoes to relieve her aching feet and then leaned forward and removed Rosie's. Lisa sat back and gently made the seat swing. Rosie smiled. They were both out of breath. "Tell me about you and Toni running up the garden naked." Lisa said a few moments later. Rosie replied, "There's not a lot to say really. We used to swim and play in the cool water when the weather was hot and when we had finished we would run up to the house to dry. We always used to race to see who got there first." "Always both naked?" Lisa asked. "Always." Was the reply. "We never bothered with swimsuits. Toni was quite young when we first did it, about four or five, and we continued until we left for Australia when she was fourteen. By the time we returned the weeds in the river had grown to make it dangerous and the footpath had been cleared. There were always people using it so our naked swimming never resumed." "Would you have liked it to have done?" was Lisa's next question "Yes I would." Rosie replied. "It was like a special bonding between mother and daughter, to be together naked. There was never anything sexual about it, just the freedom of not having to bother about clothes. I suppose it's just like all those thousnds of families the world over who visit naturist resorts, but in our case without all of the other people being present." Lisa started to very lightly rub Rosie's foot with her own cotton socked one. Lisa started to move her foot up and down the lower part of Rosie's calf, ever so gently caressing it. Lisa said that she was so hot and then she opened her legs and lifted the hem of her dress up to give Rosie a clear view of her cotton-covered pussy. Rosie looked and a faint smile came to her face. "Do you like to see Toni naked now?" Lisa asked. "Yes. When we are in the house together we walk from the bathroom to our bedrooms naked. We always have. She has a beautiful body." Rosie replied. "I know." Said Lisa. "Does she like to see you naked?" "She's never complained" Replied Rosie. "Are you hot?" asked Lisa. "Very." Replied Rosie. "Then undo the buttons on your costume to cool down." Lisa said. Rosie just sat there. "Undo the buttons on you costume and let it open up, let the cool air circulate around your body." Rosie slowly started to unbutton the converted housecoat. When she reached the top button she undid it and opened the coat up to reveal the pair of big loose blue knickers and shapeless bra that Lisa had talked her into wearing. Her nipples were protruding and a large damp patch was visible on the crotch of her panties. "Lisa, I think that there is something that I ought to tell you," Rosie said, "I'm a lesbian. I'm gay. I don't like men, only women, and I'm finding it very hard to control myself." "I know what a lesbian is, and I'm glad that you're one." Was Lisa's reply. Then she said, "Take off my socks." She lifted her dainty feet so that Rosie could remove the socks. She did so and then kissed each foot in turn. "Kiss my toes." Lisa said. Rosie kissed each toe individually and then gently sucked them. Lisa moved one of her feet and placed it onto Rosie's thigh. She caressed it gently and moved it nearer and nearer to Rosie's pussy with each stroke. Rosie started to breath heavily and leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Lisa started to caress Rosie's other thigh with her other foot with the effect of making Rosie's breathing faster. "Take your bra off." Lisa demanded. "I can't." Rosie replied, "I don't think that I could control myself if I was laying here half naked with you on the other end of the seat." "Look at me." Lisa said. Rosie moved her head slightly forward and opened her eyes while Lisa still kept caressing her thighs, getting ever nearer Rosie's pussy, "Do you like this woman dressed as a young schoolgirl rubbing your thighs with her feet?" "I'ts really turning me on" Rosie replied. "Look at me." Lisa again said, "How do I look, dressed like this?" "You look like a young schoolgirl." Rosie said. "I look and feel like a young schoolgirl in every way." Lisa said, "So, tell me again, do you like this make believe young schoolgirl caressing your thighs with her feet?" "In this instance, I'm hoping that this girl doesn't stop. She's driving me crazy." "Then take that fucking bra off. This girl wants to see the tits that are hiding underneath it. She wants to see those fucking nipples swell and harden to the size of strawberries and to maybe even lick them later to see if they taste like strawberries." Rosie was quite taken aback by what she had just heard. She was getting so high and the language turned her on. She had never experienced anything like it before, a young woman giving her orders. She was normally the dominant one but this young slip of a thing had turned the tables. "I won't ask again." Lisa said, " If you don't take that fucking bra off I will come to you and rip the fucking thing off. Now take it off!" Lisa couldn't believe what she was saying and more to the point she couldn't believe that Rosie was following her orders. She watched as she reached behind her back and tried desperately to undo the clasp. She was having trouble unhooking it so Lisa leaned forward, took a firm hold between the cups and ripped it forward, destroying the clasp and releasing those small breasts that she had longed to see. "That's better." Lisa said as Rosie removed the remains of her bra over her arms, "Now lay back and enjoy." Lisa placed her feet onto Rosie's knickers and fondled her pussy through the baggy material. Rosie let out a loud sigh. "You like that, don't you?" Lisa asked. Rosie answered with a hoarse voice, "It's wonderful" "Describe Toni's body to me while I caress you." Lisa said. "I can't, she's my daughter." Rosie replied. "If she wasn't your daughter, would you like to fuck her?" Lisa asked. "Please don't take me down that path Lisa, she is my daughter and I've never had any sexual desires for her." Rosie pleaded. "But I have." Lisa told her, "I've never seen her naked. Tell me what she looks like and I'll continue pleasuring you. In fact I'll fuck your brains out, I'll do things to you that you've never had done before." Lisa didn't know what she could do but she knew that she was completely in control and that Rosie would do anything that she wanted. "I can't Lisa." Rosie told her. "What am I supposed to say? Do you want me to tell you that she has the sweetest pair of little titties and a pussy to die for?" "That will do for starters." Lisa said, while still caressing Rosie's pussy. "Tell me in all honesty, if she wasn't your daughter would you like to fuck her and more importantly, would you love her to fuck you? After all, she has a terrific figure, and if her breasts and pussy are as perfect as you say then I should think that anybody would find her irresistible, standing there in front of them, naked." Whilst saying this Lisa increased the pressure of her foot on Rosie's pussy. Rosie was getting high on the pleasure that she was receiving from this young woman, the little feet were giving her an incredible feeling. "Tell me." Lisa said, "Tell me what I want to hear." "Yes, if Toni wasn't my daughter I would want to make love to her." Lisa increased the speed and pressure of her feet. "Tell me more. Tell me everything. I'm sure that you have dreamed of the two of you together. Tell me more" "Oh Lisa, your feet, they're driving me crazy." Rosie said. "Tell me." Lisa ordered. "Oh fuck yes, I have wanted Toni to fuck me, to come and kiss my pussy and I have wanted to fuck her as well. But I haven't, and I wouldn't. Please don't ask me anything else about that." Rosie pleaded. "I won't my darling." Lisa assured her. "I just had to know. I promise that I will never mention it again, not to you or to anyone." Lisa removed her feet and kneeled in front of Rosie. She leaned forward and kissed Rosie on the lips, forcing her tongue into her mouth. Rosie wrapped her arms around Lisa and pulled her close. They kissed passionately for several minutes before Lisa pulled herself away. "Undress me." Lisa ordered. Rosie slowly undid the buttons down the front of Lisa's dress and peeled it off of her shoulders. Lisa kneeled there in just her bra and panties. The last time that Rosie had seen them worn they had adorned her young daughter when she was about thirteen. Rosie stared at Lisa. "All of them. Remove all of them." Lisa said. Rosie put her hands onto the front of Lisa's bra and fondled her pert breasts and then slipped her thumbs inside to play with her nipples. Lisa moaned softly and then took Rosie's hands away." "Strip me naked. I want you to strip all of my clothes off. Now!" Rosie reached behind Lisa and released the clasp of her bra and pulled it off of her. Lisa's little breasts with their hardened erect nipples stood out. "Slip my panties off." Lisa said. Rosie placed a thumb inside each side of the cotton panties and slipped them down. Lisa stood as they glided down her legs. Rosie gasped as Lisa's soaking bald pussy was presented to her eyes. "You've shaved your pussy." Rosie gasped. "I told you that I was like a schoolgirl in every way and I meant right down to having a hairless pussy." Lisa told her. "Now tell me, do you want to be fucked by this particular girl?" "Fuck me honey, fuck me." Rosie pleaded. "Take me to new heights, fuck me hard." Lisa slipped back to her old position and placed her feet back onto Rosie's pussy and started fondling it again. Rosie was moaning loudly. Lisa slipped one foot, then the other inside Rosie's knickers and went to work on her pussy, caressing it and wriggling her toes. Rosie threw her head right back and opened her legs as far as they would go. Lisa withdrew her feet and leaned forward. She removed Rosie's knickers in one movement. Rosie lay there totally naked. Lisa again went back to her original position and put her feet back onto Rosie's pussy. She kept the caressing up for as long as she could and then slipped a toe inside. Then another. Then another. Then all of the toes on that foot were just inside Rosie. Lisa caressed Rosie's clitoris with her other big toe and gently put pressure on her foot to slip it a little further inside, all the time slowly moving her toes. Rosie was in heaven. Lisa's feet were so small they didn't hurt her at all. She put her hands around Lisa's ankle and slowly guided the foot inside her. It entered right up to her ankle and Rosie moved her hips to meet the thrusts. Then Lisa removed her foot and replaced it with the other and the performance was repeated. Rosie could feel herself nearing an orgasm and knew that it was going to be huge. Lisa pulled her foot away. "Put it back Lisa, please put it back." Rosie pleaded. "No, I've got other plans." Lisa replied. Lisa slipped her soaking wet feet up Rosie's body and caressed Rosie's nipples with her own love juices. Lisa's ass was now in contact with Rosie's pussy and Rosie pressed against it. She wanted to open her legs further but they were spread as far as they would go. Lisa reached down with a hand and Rosie thought that she was going to play with her clitoris. She wasn't. She placed her fingers inside her pussy, slowly and gently followed by the rest of her small hand. Rosie was at a new high, two feet caressing her nipples and a small hand fucking her pussy. Lisa really had taken her to somewhere that she had never been. Just as she was about to reach the point of no return Lisa moved her body back along the seat. She turned around and started kissing the insides of Rosie's thighs. Her pigtails dropped between her legs. Rosie reached down the outside of her legs and caught hold of them from under her knees. She slowly withdrew her arms pulling the pigtails with them and guided Lisa's mouth to her pussy. Lisa licked and sucked for all her worth and then clamped her lips around Rosie's engorged clitoris. She sucked and licked at it as if there was no tomorrow. Rosie lifted the entire bottom half of her body from the seat as her body exploded. Her heart was pounding and her breathing hard, fast and deep. She couldn't control her body's movements as it thrashed around, Lisa's lips still clamped around her clitorus. Rosie's orgasm slowly subsided and Lisa released her mouth. She then lapped up all of her juices and swallowed them, Rosie gently caressing the back of Lisa's head. Lisa took Rosie's hand and led her to the lawn in front of the patio. She pulled her to the ground. "Do you want to make love to this young schoolgirl?" Lisa asked, already knowing the answer. Rosie kissed Lisa full on the lips pressing her tongue into her mouth whilst she started caressing her tiny breasts. Lisa reached down and started playing with Rosie's pussy; she hadn't finished with her yet. The kiss was broken and Lisa placed her free hand behind Rosie's head and guided it to her aching breasts. Rosie opened her mouth wide and filled it with one of them, and swirled the face of her tongue over her nipple. She moved her hand onto Lisa's pussy and Lisa responded by opening her legs as wide as they would go. Her pussy was soaked and Rosie slipped two fingers inside her. Lisa pushed to meet them. Lisa had never experienced such arousal. She wanted Rosie to use all of her experience on her, to take her as far as she would go. Her breathing was deep and heavy. "Put all of your fingers inside me." Lisa asked. Rosie responded by carefully cupping her fingers together and gently pushing them inside. "Deeper, push them deeper." Lisa said as she slipped her own hand deep into Rosie's pussy. Rosie pushed them slightly further in with every gentle stroke until her thumb stopped them from going deeper. She used this to caress Lisa's clitoris. Lisa was nearing a climax and she pushed Rosie away. This startled Rosie, but Lisa soon made her intentions known. She pushed Rosie onto her back and then straddled her. She pushed Rosie's knees wide apart and plunged her face between her legs whilst opening her own wide, giving Rosie a view of her gaping pussy. Rosie leaned forward and covered it with her mouth, darting her tongue in and out only removing it to kiss and suck her clit. Lisa responded, act by act. They frantically worked away at each other until they climaxed together violently, even then carrying on until the last shudders dissolved. Lisa rolled off of Rosie and turned around to lay on the grass beside her. They put their arms around each other and kissed. Lisa got up and walked to a flower-bed and then returned with a red rose that she had picked. She placed it between Rosie's breasts and they kissed some more. They lay beside each other and Lisa told Rosie that she was ready to walk around naked with her. Rosie looked at her and asked, "What do you mean by that?" Lisa replied that she wanted the pair of them to remain naked for the rest of the day. She told her that she wanted to look at her naked body whenever the chance arose. "It would make me so horny to know that you were looking at me." Rosie told her. "Would you like to look at me?" Lisa asked. "Of course I would." Rosie replied. "It might mean that I would have to keep caressing you though. Would you mind?" "Only if you stopped." Lisa answered. "There is one thing though." "Yes, what is it?" Rosie asked. "Your pussy." Lisa answered. "What about my pussy? Don't you like it?" Rosie asked. "I love it. But, I'd love to see it shaved." Lisa replied. Rosie stood and took Lisa's hand and pulled her up. "You seem to be an expert in shaving pussies." She said, "You had better come and do mine." To be continued. A Rose for Victoria (This story was written in collaboration with hardcoregirl22, to whom it is dedicated.) Victoria leaned on the stone balustrade, the flat coping gritty under her bare forearms, and looked across the broad stillness of the lake towards the sunset. After a minute she said, 'It's lovely here.' An older man was standing close beside her. 'James, it's just perfect,' she went on, glancing up at the man. 'The lake and the roses and everything.' Behind them the sunset was throwing a salmon flush across pale flowers on rose-bushes. The scent of the roses was all around them. 'Thank you,' said the man, smiling. 'I mean, I chose the hotel very carefully. But it's the sunset makes it perfect – I wish I could pretend I'd planned that too.' 'It's the Fates blessing our first meeting,' Victoria replied. James' smile broadened. 'I'll take that as a Yes, then.' 'It's been Yes since we first started talking about this on Lit.' They both gazed at the rim of orange-gold sun showing above the silhouetted trees fringing the lake. Victoria took James' hand where it lay on the coping and laced her fingers in his. 'When do we start?' she asked. She waited for an answer. She would speak only when he wanted her to. At length James said. 'Night transforms everything, Victoria, even your respectful James, and the sun has set.' He let go of her hand and took a key from his pocket. 'This is a key to suite number seven. Go into the hotel and let yourself into the suite. In one hour I want to find you in the bedroom, naked and wearing the blindfold you'll find on the bed. You will have washed very thoroughly – you understand what I mean by that. You will be sitting on the side of the bed, waiting for me. Go, and don't look back.' 'Yes, Sir.' Victoria turned at once and hurried through the rose-garden. The sky was cold now, and to James her dress was a dwindling pallid blur among the pale rose-blooms; she passed through an arch cut into a yew hedge and was gone. * Victoria is sitting blindfolded on the bed. Though the bedside lamps are on, she can see only blackness. She thinks she is alone. 'You have been good, pretty Victoria.' James' voice comes from the darkness. Victoria is startled. She is about to speak, but James cuts her off. 'You're wondering how long I've been here. Well, long enough to know you've been good, waiting so obediently. But don't think,' there is a taunting note in his voice, 'that just because you've been good you'll escape punishment. You see, it doesn't work like that.' The voice is approaching her. 'It's not like that at all.' Silence. Perhaps he is looking at her; sure enough, he says, 'A soft body. I like that.' Then an order: 'Lie face-down on the duvet, in the middle of the bed.' She crawls into position. 'Arms and legs spread out.' She obeys. Then she feels the mattress dip as James kneels next to her. Something is round her wrist: a chain. It tightens. Her arm is drawn up towards the corner of the bed. He chains her ankles, her other wrist: she is a mere X, splayed in the centre of the bed, defenceless. James' voice comes from beside the bed. 'By the way, pretty young thing, I'm naked. And my cock is so hard it's throbbing.' The mattress dips again, and without any warning fingers are knotted in her hair, pulling her head up and back. His voice is low, close to her ear: 'So soft. So sweet. So pure. But you're not so spotlessly pure, are you? Only twenty-three, and you've been with a lot of men, haven't you?' A pause. 'Answer me! Pretty Victoria.' 'Yes, Sir. I have, Sir. More than ten, Sir.' 'And not just clean, healthy, normal sex. It wasn't always normal sex, was it, my innocent-eyed girl?' 'No, Sir.' He tightens his hand in her hair. She gasps out, 'Am I to be punished for that, sir? ' A pause. James is contemplating her profile: the smooth brow, the pert chin, the lips taut with pain. Then: 'Not at all, pretty Victoria.' He pushes her face into the duvet before he lets go. With contempt he says, 'You're to be punished because I enjoy punishing you.' He is no longer on the bed. Victoria thinks, from the sound, that he has gone to the dressing table. There is a rose in a tall glass vase there: perfect; white with a pale salmon heart. Tucked under the vase is the note James had written: 'For Victoria, who loves roses.' The stem of the rose is studded with vicious thorns. James is next to her again. She feels the shock of a cold drop of water at the nape of her neck. She shudders. The drop has fallen from the stem of the rose. James lowers the rose. The stem rests along Victoria's spine. He begins to draw it delicately downwards. The thorns drag at her white skin, catch it, tear it... Where the thorns have passed, after a few seconds a tiny ruby bead forms. At the base of her spine James stops. He contemplates the vulnerable roundness of her buttocks. Then he traces over them with the stem of the rose, vigorously, across, then up and down until each creamy globe is embroidered with scores of red beads. He puts the rose down, the flower just above her buttocks, the stem lying in the crack between them. Then Victoria cries out, as much from shock as pain, as a stinging slap lands on her right buttock, the pain increased tenfold by the tiny lacerations. Then a softer cry, almost a moan, at the answering slap the other side. And at each slap her buttocks had clenched, so that the barbs on the stem between them pricked into her flesh. James is kneeling beside her, his iron-hard cock jutting like a horn. He parts her stinging cheeks with his hands to contemplate her neat anus, part-hidden by the rose-stem. He presses down the duvet where it obscures her cunt, and reveals a spreading patch of wetness on the duvet cover. He admires her sweet, soaking cunt. The, with one hand he holds her buttocks well apart. He takes the rose and angles it so that just one thorn is touching her, between the cheeks. He circles it closer and closer to the little puckered entrance. The thorn is on the puckered skin. Slowly, leisurely, it tears the skin once – and again – and again... Each tear brings a little gasp from Victoria. James reaches his hand between Victoria's legs, and amuses himself by rubbing her clitoris while the rose lies on her back. He has not finished with the rose: he lifts it again. He leaves her clitoris. She feels his breath between her thighs. James can see her inner lips glistening with wetness. Then she knows the caress of a thorn there. Almost tenderly, it snags and pulls at the delicate flesh. The bliss of erotic touch mingles with a sweet pain, first one side and then the other. Her mouth is quivering and her breath shudders. The rose is on her back again. James has left the bed; he seems to have left the room. He returns. He asks, 'There's a little fridge in the other room, pretty Victoria. Did you look in it?' There is something in this question that fills Victoria with a delicious dread. But she can only say, 'No, Sir.' 'Then my worthless, pretty plaything is going to get a surprise.' Her hair is gripped and her head pulled back again. James says, 'Put out your tongue.' She does so. 'Further! Further, girl.' Her tongue is straining out, feeling the air. 'There's something just in front of you I want you to meet.' He lets her head move forward a fraction, and her tongue touches something smooth, rounded, as hard as ice and just as cold, and wet as if with dew. The dildo is so large James can only just get his fingers round its thickest part, and made of a smoky-dark glass, almost black. The head is realistic, but the shaft is ringed with ridges. He pushes it against her mouth. 'Kiss it. Show me how you love it. And make it wetter,' he orders. 'Put plenty of spit on it. You'll be glad it's wet when I use it.' He turns it against her mouth and tongue so that she knows its whole shape and size. When he takes the dildo from her she is pale. She swallows. 'Sir, please...' 'Yes?' 'So large... so very large...' James is amused. 'What woman doesn't like a big cock, Victoria?' Next his breath is on her buttocks. She waits in suspense. He has a hand on one cheek, pulling it to one side, revealing her anus clearly. The muscles inside the tops of her thighs are quivering before she feels the icy smoothness of the dildo caress her anus. She forces herself to relax. James is watching the wet dildo pass across her hole. Blood smears the head. He drips a little more saliva on it, then speaks. 'Perhaps I should explain, pretty Victoria, the advantage of a glass dildo. It's hard, of course; but the great thing is, it can be made cold. Now, I know my Victoria is debased. I know she enjoys anal pleasures. And I know she's become rather skilful at relaxing her sweet little arsehole. But cold isn't relaxing, is it? Cold makes us clench, doesn't it? Doesn't it?' 'Yes, Sir.' With this the dildo is thrust hard against Victoria's anal entrance. At once she gasps, as the head drives in. She is being forced open, violated. Perhaps she could still relax. Perhaps she could soften the pain – but she has no wish to. Her master must use her as he will. His pleasure in her pain is an erotic fever in her. Her anus is taut around the head now. Victoria longs for more, to feel the length thrust up inside her. But James chooses to withdraw the dildo and contemplate her arsehole, which is just a little open , ready to be entered again... Unseen by her he feels under the end of the duvet and brings out an antiseptic wipe he had hidden there, and carefully cleans the head of the dildo with it. Victoria still smarts and throbs from this mistreatment, but the pain is diminished and she can speak. Faintly she says, 'Please, Sir. I beg you, if it does please you to hurt me more...' James sneers. 'You beg me!' 'Yes, sir.' 'And what do you beg me for?' 'More pain, Sir. But...' James snorts derisively. 'You dare to add a "but".' 'I beg you, Sir, show a little mercy.' 'A little mercy! I have lubricant. I hid some under the foot of the bed. The finest anal lubricant money can buy, my pretty toy. I was planning to use it. But, do you know? I think we're both having so much fun I won't use it after all.' He thrusts his fingers in her flowing hair and twists it until her teeth clench again, her breath hissing between them. He pulls her head up, arching her back; for a moment she feels the head of the dildo at the opening of her vagina, then it is in her loose, yearning cunt in a single thrust. But only briefly; she is still gasping with shock when it is withdrawn as brutally as it entered. She knows nothing about the antiseptic, and the stinging heat that springs up inside her vagina is a shocking thrill. James touches the dildo to her rear. It is almost dripping with the slippery juice from her sex passage. 'Please,' Victoria murmurs to herself, 'don't let him deny me. Right inside me this time.' James shows no sign of having heard, but he drives in the dildo by pushing it in and out, deeper each time. A shrill little gasp hisses between her teeth at every thrust. The head is right inside, as she longed for it to be, but there is no respite from the pain: each ridge around the shaft is as large as the head, and James is ruthless for his pleasure. He stops. Victoria's anus is stretched taut. The sight pleases him. He drips some saliva onto it, and with his finger rubs it round where the skin meets the glass. Victoria moans softly, and he smiles, and repeats the action. He says, 'You know, Victoria, in some ways I'm rather unusual. Did you know that? Don't answer. I don't care whether you know or not. I'm unusual because I like an arsehole to be well opened before I get my cock in it. So let's really get you nice and stretched, shall we? After all, I don't exactly have the smallest cock in the world.' The pressure, the stretching again. She takes another ridge. She both hopes and fears there will be no more. But he drips on a good supply of saliva, and she takes one – two – three more, even bigger than those already in her. The broad base of the dildo is firm against her, pressing into the buttock each side. He moves it, twisting and tugging to stimulate her. 'Now,' he says, 'if there's anything you want to beg for, I'll allow you to beg. But remember: you have no right even to pain if it doesn't please me.' 'Please Sir. Take me how you please.' 'Beg harder.' 'Please Sir, I need you to use me, Sir.' 'Put into words how I might use you, Victoria. Degrade yourself by putting into words how I might use your body. What might I do next, do you think? Can you guess?' 'I hope you'll enter my arse with your cock and do me till I'm worn out, Sir. Oh, Sir, I've never been so aroused before. Never so stretched before. Such beautiful pain, Sir. Thank you, Sir, but I beg for your live body in me, Sir.' James' only reply is to move the dildo more forcefully. More spit, and it is sliding urgently in and out. But suddenly the thick ringed shaft leaves her. James sees a loose, blushing hole in front of him that is pleading to be filled. He scrambles from the bed. He is at the foot of the bed. She hears a snap from the plastic cap of a bottle. A few seconds later he is kneeling between her legs. The rose is snatched from her back and flung across the room. She feels the head of his cock touch the hole, tantalising her. A drop of lube drips onto the rim of the hole, and then he thrusts his whole length into her in one brutal movement. Victoria screams out. But the hard shaft is filling her deliciously, and she has a smile of joy. The scream has excited James all the more. Already he is thrusting in and out with mounting speed. He lays himself full-length on her body, his hips jerking as he thrusts against the softness of her buttocks. Hungrily, he kisses her cheek below the blindfold, and sees with delight that his sweet slut is smiling. He reaches around her body, one hand still wet with lube, and fills his hands with her breasts. The grip of her anus on his shaft is a joy to him. At last Victoria is getting the hard arse-fuck from James' cock that she longed for. She is barely aware of James moving his lubed hand down her body, the slippery lube leaving a trail, until he reaches her cunt. The hair around her slit is sopping. His finger seeks the small, firm roundness of her clitoris. Her hips are jerking from the deep thrusts up her rear, so much that James needs scarcely to move his hand. He presses her clit, rubbing, rubbing... James is gasping now. He feels ecstasy gathering in his balls. He can tell by Victoria's breathing and the stricken look on her face below the blindfold that her fulfilment is approaching too. He slams hard into her soft cheeks one last time. As he shoots his load he feels a tightening around the base of his shaft. She is climaxing with him. She feels his kisses on her face and knows that she is his beloved slut, his adored bitch. Her little gasps and moans of joy prolong his orgasm. He lies, relaxed, spent, on the length of her lovely body, his breaths almost like sobs in his fulfilment, while she feels the waves of bliss that have overwhelmed her ebb to calmness. * A few minutes afterwards Victoria and James were cuddled in each other's arms. James was the first to speak. 'I didn't overdo the evil villain act, did I?' 'You were exactly how I wanted.' James looked hopefully into Victoria's eyes. 'I know you like it in your pussy too. Maybe in half an hour you'd enjoy some nice comfortable vanilla sex with Sir?' Victoria smiled. 'You know, James, I'm really glad you're not bald. I wonder what you'd look like bald?' She held the hair away from James' forehead with her fingers. Then she laughed and said, 'It's OK, I did hear you. Feeling all sentimental, are you? That's all right. I think it's sweet.' 'Well, I thought some tender love-making, you know... After what we've just done. After all, we'll probably never be together again after this weekend.' 'That's exactly why we mustn't get too affectionate,' Victoria replied, a little sadly. 'By the way, what's happened to the rose?' 'It must be on the floor somewhere. It'll be rather battered, I'm afraid. Sir will get you a new one tomorrow morning.' 'No,' she said, smiling again. 'You're forgetting. We made a plan for how tonight and tomorrow night should go. I'll get the rose for tomorrow.' James lowered his eyes submissively. 'Yes, Mistress.'