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Naked Thirst Ch. 02

By: maxxxwilde



Samantha sat in the driveway and nervously checked the address on her phone. The house was typical for Palos Verdes, a rambling expanse of brick clinging to the high, narrow crest of land that overlooked the Pacific, fronted by a wrought iron gate and surrounded by a forest of small trees and blooming plants. Sam smoothed her dark slacks with her hands and composed herself as she got out of the car. This was a job interview after all. 

The slim young woman emerged from the car. She wore an emerald silk top that contrasted nicely with her milky, pale skin and brought out the green in her eyes. Her thick, unruly head of red hair was French braided behind her ears to keep it under control, and her steps were confident in sensibly low heels. Sam was aware of her beauty, and was equally aware that it could be both an asset and a liability for a young woman in a business setting, so she dressed to make the most of her appearance, while staying conservative in her choices.

The driveway sloped down to the large iron gate that guarded the last section of drive before the garage. Samantha parked before it and took the short set of stairs she'd been told about that led off the drive to a sidewalk that circled in front of the house. She walked past low, spreading jade plants with delicate white blooms beside gaudy birds of paradise that were ubiquitous around the coast. At the bottom of the stairs, a smaller gate featured a discrete plaque that said "Private Entrance" and another below it that read "Office," with an arrow pointing to the left. As Sam followed the fence to the entrance on the far corner of the property her stomach fluttered. She didn't usually get this nervous at interviews, especially when it was just a part-time secretarial position, but she really wanted this. 

The job itself didn't particularly excite her, but part of the salary came in the form of room and board. Samantha had just been accepted to the MBA program at Irvine. Her scholarship covered tuition, but not living expenses, and in Los Angeles that was no small matter. She could live on campus, though even that wasn't cheap; and after four years as an undergrad, she was sick of dorm life. Her other options were a long commute from an undesirable neighborhood, or a really long commute from a slightly less undesirable neighborhood. Palos Verdes was about 40 minutes from Irvine - not exactly around the corner, but better than any of her other options. And this place, she thought as she walked to the Office door, was gorgeous.

When she first saw the ad on Craigslist she was suspicious. It read like the kind of thing her mother warned her about when she moved to California from Texas four years before - some sex maniac luring young women into his home to do god-knows-what to them. She replied anyway, out of curiosity tinged with hope. After initial correspondence, she learned that her potential boss was Angela Meister, a psychologist who saw clients in her home. Her website looked professional, and she was licensed with the state of California. The offer seemed legit. Now, after seeing the house in the gorgeous neighborhood, she wanted the job more than ever.

An "Open" sign showed through the window in the door, so she entered. Inside, she found a small reception area with a couch and a pair of comfortable looking armchairs. Samantha noted several glossy photography books laid out on the coffee table in front of the couch; however, she had no more time to examine the décor because a friendly female voice said, "Hello. You're right on time."

Sam started, for she hadn't seen the woman emerge from an inside door. She recovered quickly, put on her best business-friendly smile, and hurried forward, hand outstretched. The other woman gripped it and shook it firmly. "I'm Dr. Meister, feel free to call me Angela."

"Samantha Braden, my friends call me Sam." As soon as it was out of her mouth she thought she sounded too informal. "Or you can call me Samantha," she added, "Or Sam. Either one." She kicked herself mentally. "Sorry, I'm a little nervous."

"No need to be." Dr. Meister smiled genuinely. Sam was immediately struck by her beauty. She was probably near forty, but her skin had obviously been well protected from the California sun and was nearly unlined. Her hair was straight and dark, hanging down her back in a thick ponytail. She was shorter than Samantha, with a trim, athletic figure evident even in her blouse and slacks. She looked up at Sam with deep brown eyes that were alert and engaging. "Come, let's have a seat and get started."

The office matched the reception area - comfortable, tasteful and expensive-looking. Samantha sat on a small sofa while the doctor sat in a chair opposite. There was a desk with an office chair, and various degrees and licenses hanging in frames over it, but the office was otherwise decorated like an upscale living room, with several stunning landscape prints on the walls.

"So, you're starting business school at Irvine this fall?"

Samantha focused her attention on Dr. Meister and nodded, than added, "Yes, ma'am," a hint of her Texas upbringing peeking out.

Dr. Meister smiled again, "Congratulations. And, as I said, please call me Angela, no 'ma'ams'; you'll make me feel like an old lady."

Samantha blushed but nodded, deciding that if she was quiet she was less likely to say something stupid.

Dr. Meister - Angela - continued. "Your resume looks good. In fact, a B.S. in business from UCLA makes you a bit overqualified. On the other hand, you don't seem to have any actual secretarial experience." 

Samantha's heart sank, but before she could explain how her course schedule left little time for a job, Angela continued. 

"Don't worry, the job isn't difficult and someone with your academic record should be able to learn what's needed without any problem. Really, the main issue is one of personal compatibility. You won't just be working for me, you'll be joining the household."

Samantha nodded her understanding, although inside she was a bit thrown by the remark. It seemed like an odd way to describe the arrangement.

"Tell me about yourself," Angela prompted.

"Well I'm from Hickory Creek, TX. That's a suburb of Dallas. I received an academic scholarship to UCLA, and I graduated in May."

"Yes, I saw that on your résumé." 

Sam watched the woman's expression shift slightly. Had she given the wrong answer?

"What made you decide to major in business?" Angela continued.

"It's a degree that can open a lot of doors." It was her stock answer, one that might as well have come out of her father's mouth. The truth was that she hadn't been sure what to major in. School had always come easily to her, but she'd never known what she wanted to be when she grew up. So, she'd given into her parents' pressure and gotten a business degree. She'd worked hard and succeeded, like she always did in school, but still didn't know what she wanted to do for a career. She hoped the MBA program would help her find her calling. But she didn't think it would be wise to tell a potential employer any of that. She forced a smile intended to suggest confidence, but doubted its effect.

Angela smiled back warmly. "Well it opened this door at least. You were certainly the most academically accomplished person to apply. What did you think of LA when you arrived?"

"There was a little culture shock," Sam admitted. "I was pretty sheltered, but I enjoy meeting new people." She'd actually been overwhelmed by the diversity at first - ethnically, politically, even linguistically. She hadn't realized just how homogenous her community had been until she got to college. "I missed my family, too," she added, hoping some honesty would help her chances. "That's still hard, but I try to get back for holidays and in the summer." 

Angela nodded and offered a few more general, open-ended questions. Sam felt encouraged by her affirmations and nods after each response. Loosening up a bit, Sam talked about making new friends and the pain of losing many of those friends as everyone went their separate ways after graduation. She spoke of her love of the outdoors and the ocean, and how it had helped convince her to stay in southern California when she was choosing graduate schools to apply to. She even confessed that she hadn't dated much in college. The one guy she'd gotten serious with had turned out to be a jerk. 

"Tell me more about him," Angela prompted. 

It was a personal question, not something for a job interview, but Samantha was feeling truly comfortable and plunged ahead. "His name was Dean." She shook her head, thinking now how wrong he'd been for her. "He was every girl's dream date. Handsome, athletic, smart, and came from a good family. My parents loved him. He was even a Texan, although he was from Austin and my father said that almost didn't count." She smiled at the memory.

"So what went wrong?"

"I don't know. We dated for two years. The first was great. I really thought he might be the one. I mean we never talked about marriage, not seriously, but I thought we might get there. The trouble was when we started planning for after graduation. He applied to law school, and I applied to MBA programs. I got offered the scholarship at Irvine, and he was accepted to two schools. One in San Diego and at Texas A and M. He wanted to go back to Texas and just assumed I'd go along. He said I could find a school near him. I probably could have, but my scholarship is a big deal; I didn't want to just throw it away."

"So, you broke up because you were going to be apart?" 

"Partly, but mostly it was his attitude, like my choices didn't matter."

"He took you for granted."

"Exactly." As she replied, Sam realized she was revealed far more than she had intended. She wondered if all psychologists conducted job interviews this way. She didn't mind, really. Angela seemed to understand what she was saying. "The final straw came when he made a pass at my best friend," she went on. We'd been arguing, and it didn't look like we were going to stay together, but it still hurt."

Instead of nodding sympathetically as she'd expected, Angela asked, "Why was that the final straw?"

Samantha was thrown by the question. "What? He wanted to cheat on me with my best friend. I mean, he had to know I'd find out about it. He tried to laugh it off like he was just joking around. But Beth thought he was serious, and I believed her."

"So, you couldn't stand the thought of sharing him with your best friend?"

Again Samantha was taken aback by the question. Didn't she get it? She'd seemed so perceptive a minute ago. She started to answer, but something in Angela's gaze make her stop and think. Was it really the thought of them together that bothered her? She hadn't wanted Beth to sleep with him, but she wasn't really worried about it. She knew her friend would never hurt her like that. They respected each other too much. And there it was. "It was the disrespect. The idea that he didn't care how I felt, and that I'd just buy any lie he told me."

"So, it was a lot like the school situation. He was selfish, and didn't respect your relationship boundaries, just like he didn't respect your decisions about your own future."

"Yeah, that's it exactly. It was all about him. As long as I followed his lead, we were fine, but as soon as I wanted something for myself he wasn't okay with it."

"Conflict often reveals a lot about people's character." Angela paused and narrowed her eyes in thought. "And already I think I have a fair idea of yours." She paused, and Sam leaned in, truly wanting to know what she'd concluded. "You're intelligent, open, and seem to have a great deal of potential. More than anyone else I've interviewed so far, and you're number six." She smiled warmly. "Yes, I think you're the one. Now, let me tell you a little more about the job."

"Wait," demanded Sam. "Did you just offer me the job?" She'd been so caught up in talking about her life that the offer had almost slipped by.

Angela nodded indulgently. "Yes, I did. But hear me out so you can decide if you want to take it. You'll be my personal assistant. You'll answer the phone, take messages, schedule appointments, mail letters and documents, help me with office email, and whatever else needs doing. I see clients from noon until seven, Monday through Thursday, but we can work your hours around your class schedule. Does that sound acceptable?"

Samantha nodded, "Yes, ma' - I mean yes."

"Good. Now for something a bit . . . delicate. I offered room and board as both an enticement and a convenience. I like the idea of having you available when I need you. And I'm sure you know enough about the cost of rent to appreciate the room and amenities. Our little family does have some eccentricities, however, and it's important that you're able to tolerate them." 

When Angela paused, the butterflies returned to Sam's stomach.

"You probably noticed the photos around the office. My husband's work. He's a professional photographer. He also works with models, and models are not always modest. Neither are we. I like to be comfortable in my own home, and that means that I don't always like to wear much, or anything, around the house, outside of business hours. My husband is the same. So, I need to be sure you aren't shocked or offended by the sight of bare skin. Are you?" She paused and gave Samantha a searching look. "Please think about it for a minute before you answer, it's important that you're honest, with me and with yourself."

Samantha was shocked. The doctor had seemed so nice, so normal. A voice in her head that sounded a lot like her mother was saying, "Told you so. It was too good to be true, and you are being lured into a house of sex maniacs." But then she thought about it, as Angela had asked her to. She wasn't really offended. She wasn't a prude, in spite of her conservative upbringing, and she had lived in California long enough to at least be aware of alternative lifestyles, including nudists, even if she hadn't actually met any. In fact, she even remembered being a little disappointed when she moved that everyone wasn't the pot-smoking hippy that some of her Texas relatives had insisted populated the whole state.

She looked at her prospective employer. Would it really be so bad to see her without clothes now and then? Samantha tried to picture her naked. That was okay. Then she thought about seeing her naked as they casually passed each other in the house. She blushed. It would be unbearably embarrassing. 

Angela clearly noticed her hesitation. "Tell you what, let me give you a tour of the rest of the house, and then you can give me your answer."

Samantha nodded, trying not to dismiss this amazing opportunity out of squeamishness, and they both rose. Angela showed her through a door next to her desk that led into the main residence. Instantly, Sam was transported. The house was lovely, well-appointed and tastefully decorated. In addition to landscape portraits like the ones she'd already seen, she saw that there were a number of nudes, mostly men and women in natural settings. They were beautiful art, but they forcefully reminded her of the large catch in the otherwise perfect work/lodging offer. 

The main floor included the kitchen, dining room, master bed and bath, guest bathroom, and a small living room. Angela's husband, Sam was told, had a studio on the opposite side of the house from his wife, but she didn't want to disturb him. Ample windows and sliding glass doors revealed a sloping, rocky back yard dominated by a large swimming pool.

As they ducked into the kitchen, Samantha saw a young woman at work preparing a meal. Angela made the introductions. "This is Keiko Matsume, she provides meals for the family. Keiko, Samantha is thinking about coming to work here as well."

Keiko wiped her hand on a towel, and then offered it, along with a slight bow. "Pleased to meet you, I'm sure you would be very happy here." She had a slight Japanese accent, but her clothes made her seem very American: a pair of white shorts and a tight pink t-shirt that showed off a shapely figure. She looked young, maybe early 20's, and was quite striking. She took Keiko's hand and almost involuntarily returned the bow. As she did the young chef gave her a very frank and appraising look, one that was softened by an approving smile. Sam felt something stir inside, and realized she'd been holding the other woman's hand longer than was proper. She stepped back, confused by her reaction. She wanted to ask the woman any number of questions, only some of which were about working for the family. She settled for, "It's nice to meet you, too," and let her get back to cooking.

As they walked away Keiko's image stayed in her head, and it struck her that Angela liked to surround herself with beautiful young women. Samantha had a hysterical moment of wondering if she was being added to a harem, then mentally shook herself and returned her attention to the tour of the house.

Angela showed her the upstairs next. It had a large entertainment room with a full deck that looked out onto the pool, another full-sized bathroom, and two bedrooms. 

"This is Keiko's room," Angela said, pointing to the one on their left. 

"She lives here, too?"

"As I said, we have the room and I enjoy the convenience. And we think of Keiko as family. My son's room is there." She gestured to the door across the hall. "He's a student at your Alma Matter, but he still comes home often enough that we haven't redone his room."

"So if I stayed here . . .?" She didn't see any more bedrooms and didn't relish the idea of sharing one.

Angela smiled. "This way. I think you'll like it." 

They passed through the entertainment room and to a door with a lock on it. The moment it was opened, Samantha was certain she liked it. The entire area above the garage had been converted into an efficiency apartment, complete with bedroom, full bath, and a tiny kitchenette with a sink, half-fridge and microwave. There were also wide windows that looked out into the yard, and she could see the waves of the Pacific in the distance. In addition to the door that opened onto the main house, there was even an outside door with stairs to ground level that would allow her to come and go as she pleased. It was perfect.

"We just had this done recently." Angela explained. "We offered it to Keiko, but she said she was happy where she was. If you take the job, it's yours."

The apartment nearly cinched the deal for Samantha. She could never afford anything half as nice anywhere near the city. But she still had some nagging doubts. She turned to Angela, who was looking at her expectantly. "Um, the nudist thing. Would I be expected...?"

Angela cut her off before she could finish the thought. "What you do on your time is your business, and as long as you are on the clock I'll never ask you to do anything unprofessional. You'll have a contract we'll both sign to that effect." Angela looked both reassuring and hopeful. 

Sam wrestled with her conscience. It wasn't as if she judged what other people did. And, after all, if she was uncomfortable in the house when she wasn't working she could just stay in her apartment. She extended her hand to Angela. "Yes, I'll take it. How can I say no?"

Angela insisted Sam stay for lunch, and added that she was welcome to share all the family meals. Mr. Meister turned out to actually be Richard Swanson, since Angela had kept her last name. He met them at lunch. Samantha was relieved to see that he was wearing clothes. He introduced himself as Rich as he gave Samantha's hand a firm shake before seating himself at the table. He looked a bit more weather-worn than his wife, with a few lines around the eyes and some strands of grey in his sandy brown hair, though they could have been the same age. The small signs of aging in no way detracted from his handsomeness. He had a classic chiseled jaw and piercing blue eyes that stood out against a deep tan. Like his wife, he was trim and fit, and she had the fleeting thought that maybe seeing him naked wouldn't be so bad. She was grateful to have the thought - and accompanying blush - wiped away when Rich spoke.


Naked Thirst Ch. 02



"So," he began, as Keiko placed a plate of spring rolls on the table. "Did you grow up in LA?"

"No, the Dallas area. I went to UCLA and I graduated in May. I've been home for most of the summer. I just drove in yesterday."

"Oh," said Angela. "Where are you staying?"

"With a friend - until I could find a place." 

"You're welcome to move in right away. We can make up your bed tonight." 

Samantha had just taken a bite of the delicious spring roll, which she'd dipped in a spicy peanut sauce beside her plate, and held a hand in front of her mouth as she finished chewing. It gave her a chance to think. The whole process was moving faster than she was prepared for. She had two more job interviews that afternoon, and had planned to go apartment hunting with a friend the next day. She'd hoped this position would work out, but hadn't counted on it. "Thank you, but I have plans with friends tonight." It wasn't strictly true, but it was the only excuse she could come up with.

Angela just smiled. "Tomorrow, then."

Samantha couldn't think of a plausible reason to refuse, especially given that she hadn't unpacked since arriving. Most of her belongings were in her trunk at that very moment. She swallowed and nodded in agreement. 

Soon, Keiko brought out the main course - seared shrimp on a bed of avocado slices and crisp greens. Samantha savored every bite. It was a far cry from the fast food she'd been planning to grab for lunch. To drink, Keiko served everyone a tall glass of Thai iced tea. She'd had the beverage before, but this was a little less sweet than she was used to and had a subtle muskiness that was unique and not at all unpleasant. As they ate, Rich asked her about growing up in Texas and generally made small talk. He was good at it - less probing and more superficial than his wife. It quickly put Samantha at ease. 

"That was amazing." Samantha declared when they'd finished, draining the last of her tea. "Do you eat like this every day?"

Angela nodded. You could see pride in her flashing eyes. "Keiko is a culinary institute graduate. She stayed with us while she was in school. We've been very lucky that she chose to stay."

Keiko smiled as she reached in on Sam's left to clear dishes. Sam hadn't seen or heard her approach. "I'm very happy you want me to stay," she interjected before heading back to the kitchen.

A thought occurred to Samantha as she watched the graceful woman walk away. "She doesn't eat with you?"

Rich made a face. "On rare occasions. We ask her to, but she doesn't think it's proper for a chef to eat with her employers. She says it's 'unprofessional.' Looking at Angela, he concluded, "I think our informality makes her uncomfortable sometimes."

If eating with the family made her uncomfortable, Sam wondered how Keiko handled them running around without clothes, but she wasn't bold enough to ask.

After lunch, Rich excused himself, saying he needed to get back to work on editing a shoot. Angela kissed him quickly on the lips before turning to Sam, "Did you want to go over your employment contract now?"

Samantha was feeling more assured after the pleasant lunch. "Sure, I just need to make a few phone calls to cancel the other interviews I had this afternoon." 

"Great. Why don't you head back to the office while I have a quick word with Keiko. I'll meet you there."

Sam nodded, wondering with a tinge of excitement where this unusual new job would lead.



Naked Thirst Ch. 03



The next day was a sunny Saturday, and Samantha was driving back to Palos Verdes with her best friend Beth. Beth had recently gotten an apartment with her boyfriend Garret, and they'd been kind enough to let her use their couch. While she was grateful, Sam was glad not to have to take advantage of their generosity. On the other hand, she was less glad she'd told her friend all the details on the ride over.

"So do you think they'll answer the door nude when we get there?" She sounded hopeful. But that was Beth, always up for an adventure.

"I seriously doubt it. I think they just like to skinny dip in the pool once in a while." Samantha hoped that was true.

"Well it sounds like a sweet deal even if they go buff all the time. What did you say they were paying you?"

"Fifteen dollars an hour, twenty hours a week. It doesn't sound like much money..."

"But when you add in what you save on rent it's easily double that," Beth eagerly finished for her. 

"Yeah."

Beth turned in her seat and cocked her head. She was a spunky, blonde California native, and in the four years they'd roomed together at UCLA she'd gotten to know Samantha very well. "What's wrong? You don't sound too happy about it."

"It's not that. I'm thrilled. It's just that . . ."

"It sounds too good to be true." Beth had a habit of finishing other people's sentences.

"That's it. I mean the job doesn't sound difficult. You could definitely get someone to do it for the money alone."

"Sure, but you said they have this huge house with that extra space. It doesn't sound like they're hurting for cash, and they don't want to mess with renters. It makes a great incentive that doesn't cost them much. Plus, it could cut down on turnover. Once you were moved in, it would be hard to just flake out and not show up to work."

And awkward for her if she wasn't comfortable working there, Samantha suddenly thought. To stop her mind from racing, she said, "They certainly seem to be well off. I didn't know psychologists or photographers made that kind of money."

"Maybe they have family money. Or they're drug dealers," Beth added, grinning.

Samantha ignored the comment. "She also had me sign this confidentiality agreement. It covers client information, of course, but it was broader than that. Technically, I shouldn't even be having this conversation. Pretty much anything that happens in the house is covered."

"Definitely drug dealers."

Samantha rolled her eyes. "Illegal activity isn't protected." She wasn't a lawyer, but she knew that much. 

"Sex cult."

"Now you sound like my mother."

Beth waved her imagined objections away. "Typical rich people crap. I grew up in a fairly wealthy neighborhood, and when I was in high school I did some babysitting. They all think that everybody wants to know all their so-called secrets. One family I worked for put locks on their trash cans. Like anyone wanted to sort through their kid's crappy diapers. It's a status thing."

Samantha thought her friend was probably right. She wanted her to be.

They reached the house in the early afternoon. Beth gave a low whistle. "Nice."

Angela and Rich came out to meet them, opening the driveway gate and having Samantha back down in front of the garage. They offered to help Sam and Beth take her things up. She tried to refuse but her new employers wouldn't take no for an answer. Samantha didn't have much, just what she'd been able to fit into her car -- mostly clothes, some bedding, books, and odds and ends -- plus her laptop and printer. Still, it was nice not to make more than a couple up trips up and down the stairs. 

She had no furniture outside of a cloth folding chair and an air mattress. She had been planning to buy furnishings as she could afford them, but the room over the garage already had most of what she needed. In the main living area there was a desk with an office chair where she could do homework, and a two-seat table by the window where she could eat. The bedroom had a double bed, a nightstand with a lamp, and a dresser. There were even some dishes in the cupboard of the kitchenette. She would still need to get a few things and decorate, but nothing essential. The generosity of the offer struck her once more.

Sam and Beth spent the afternoon unpacking and chatting while Angela and her husband went on with their day. Later, Beth didn't hesitate to accept when Angela invited her to stay for dinner. Samantha would have preferred to finishing with the room and grabbing something on their way to taking Beth home, but she could tell her friend was full of curiosity about everyone in the house and would never forgive her if she was denied a chance to pry a little.

True to form, Beth asked lots of questions over dinner. Angela and Rich never seemed to get annoyed, but they didn't reveal much either. Angela had been in private practice for ten years. Rich had been a photographer for most of his adult life. They had one son, nineteen, who would be a sophomore at UCLA in the fall. Keiko had lived with them for five years and was originally from Osaka. 

For every question they answered, they asked two more. They asked about Beth's relationship status and her future plans. They asked about her family and growing up in LA. And they asked about how Beth and Samantha met, including what kinds of things they liked to do together. As an observer instead of an interviewee this time, Sam noted that Angela was especially adept at turning inquiries around on the inquirer. By the end of the meal, they had learned much more about Beth and Samantha than she had learned about them.

***

"So, would you do him?"

"What? Who?" Traffic was heavy, so she didn't turn her head as she expressed her bafflement. Beth had been going on and on about how cool Sam's new job was going to be, how good the food was, and how much she liked Angela and Rich, but the question still took Sam off guard. 

"Rich."

"He's old enough to be my dad."

"Yeah, mine, too. But your dad doesn't look like that. And he's not your dad. So answer the question."

Beth always loved to tease her and would give her a hard time no matter what she said, so she tried to borrow a page from Angela's playbook and turn the question around. "Why, would you?"

"In a heartbeat."

"What about Garret?" Beth had been going with her boyfriend for about two years, and they'd moved in together right after graduation.

"He could do Angela. He'd be down for some MILF action." She paused and seemed to really think about it. "Do you think they're swingers?"

"Are you?" Sam knew her friend was probably just trying to shock her, something she loved to do, but it was working anyway.

"Not yet, but you never know. Maybe with the right couple."

Samantha tried to study her friend while keeping an eye on the road. Even early on a Saturday night, driving in LA required concentration. She was about to ask some more questions about this whole swinging idea when Beth started to giggle.

"Had you going, didn't I?"

"Yeah, you did." Samantha laughed along with her friend, but in the back of her mind she was thinking about Rich, imagining possibilities that might have shocked even Beth.

* * *

After dropping Beth off and returning to what would be her new home, Sam had stayed up late, fussing around the room, too keyed up to sleep easily. When a knock came at the door, she had a moment of disorientation before she remembered where she was.

"Keiko's making smoothies for breakfast. Come on down if you want one." It was Angela, calling through the door. 

Samantha looked at her bedside clock, 10:00 AM. She never let herself sleep that late. She mumbled a reply and forced herself out of bed. She thought about taking a shower, but didn't want to keep Angela waiting. She didn't want to seem rude, even if she wasn't on the clock. So, she slipped off her sleep shirt and started to put on a bra. She supposed it might be acceptable to go down in her pajamas, but she wasn't comfortable enough for that yet. 

When she got downstairs, Samantha looked around but didn't see anyone in the living room or adjoining dining room. She was relieved not to be confronted by anyone lounging in the nude. Angela leaned out of the kitchen and called her over. Sam made her way across the brightly lit house and found Keiko and Angela chatting, Angela sitting on a stool while Keiko leaned against the granite counter top. Keiko handed her a smoothie that Sam accepted with a smile and a "Thanks." Angela was dressed in workout gear, a sheen of sweat on her skin. "Just got back from the gym," she said by way of explanation. 

Samantha nodded and took a sip. It was rich and fruity, and just as delicious as everything else Keiko made. 

"We'll do lunch about 1:00 today, and then we're going to spend the afternoon by the pool. Rich has a shoot with a new model, and that's always fun to watch. You're welcome to join us."

Samantha muttered something non-committal, and quickly finished her drink. She thanked Keiko for breakfast and retreated to her room. Once she'd showered, she busied herself checking email and Facebook as she thought about spending the afternoon with Angela and Rich. She liked them well enough, they'd been extremely friendly and kind so far; yet they were still basically strangers, and Angela was her boss. Of course, if she were honest with herself, she'd admit it wasn't just the prospect of getting too chummy with her employer that was on her mind. So far, in spite of the warning, the residents of the house had stayed fully clothed. She suspected that was mostly for her benefit. While she appreciated the courtesy, she recognized that if one liked being nude, an afternoon of sunning and swimming was the ideal time to do it. 

Sam finally resolved to spend the day in her room reading a book while the rest of them did whatever they were going to do. When lunchtime neared, however, her stomach gave an angry growl. The smoothie had been good, but not really filling, and she hadn't had a chance to stock her little kitchen. So, she made her way into the main house and downstairs, following the scent of something delicious. 

Angela was just sitting down at the dining room table as Keiko brought out the food. Angela was wearing a white cover-up, which actually covered very little, the lines of her slim figure clearly visible through the loose weave. Keiko was wearing something similar in black, and although it was less sheer, it was still obvious that she wasn't wearing anything beneath it. At least they were wearing something, Sam thought. She sat down across from her boss and was a little surprised that Keiko sat down when she did. She didn't see Rich. 

"Should we wait for Rich?" Samantha asked, eyeing the food in front of her. There was a tray of fish tacos and bowls of guacamole, pico de gallo and a corn and bean salad. 

Angela helped herself to a taco and handed the tray to Sam. "He already ate. He had to go pick up his model at the airport." She poured herself a large glass of something milky from a pitcher and offered it to Sam. "Horchata?"

Samantha had seen the drink at Mexican restaurants but never tried it. She poured herself a half glass and passed the pitcher to Keiko. She took a tentative sip and then another longer one. It was sweet and tasted of cinnamon, very creamy on the tongue. "It's good, what's in it?"

Keiko spoke up, something she hadn't done much of so far. "Milk, cinnamon, almonds, sugar and rice. Traditional recipes use water instead of milk, but we prefer it this way."

Samantha took another sip and was able to appreciate the subtlety of the almonds against the more obvious cinnamon flavor. "It's really good -- like everything you make."

Keiko met her gaze and thanked her, and they all ate heartily. Samantha washed down a bit of taco with the last of her horchata. The meal distracted her nicely from what the other women were not wearing, although she couldn't help stealing a couple of glances at Angela's rosy pink nipples showing clearly through the white fabric of her cover-up. Downing the last of her horchata, she suddenly felt strangely self-conscious, over-dressed in her t-shirt and shorts. So, she blurted out the first comment that came to mind. "I notice you drink a lot of milk." Sam mentally kicked herself for the comment as soon as it was out of her mouth. Freudian slip much?

Angela just smiled and answered. "Good for your teeth and bones, right? Of course we're picky about where our milk comes from. Luckily, we've found a very reliable local supplier."

That didn't surprise Samantha. Angela and Rich obviously liked to have the best of everything. "An organic farmer?"

"Something like that. Although it's not really much of a farm. Only one cow." She exchanged a sly smile with Keiko. "For now."

When Keiko started to clear the dishes, Angela stood and grabbed her own plate. "Sunday is supposed to be Keiko's day off, but she insists on cooking anyway."

"It's what I love to do," Keiko added demurely.

"Yes, and we love that you love it. But at least we can help with the clean up on your day off."

Samantha took the hint and helped to clear the table. She wasn't all that comfortable with being waited on anyway. 

Once they had dishes in the washer and the leftovers put away, Angela suggested, "Meet us by the pool?"

Samantha hesitated. She could see Angela's body even more clearly when she was standing and knew that she wouldn't wear the cover-up much longer. Curiosity melted in the face of reality, and she stammered an excuse, "I . . . I really need to catch up on some reading before the semester starts. Maybe next time."

Angela smiled. "You know where to find us if you change your mind."

Back in her room, Samantha tried to do some reading. Nothing she needed for class, just something to keep busy. She found herself strangely unsettled though, and couldn't shake the feeling that she was missing out on something exciting. It reminded her of when she was a child and her parents sent her to bed when there was still company in the house. She'd never been able to sleep and would sneak out of bed to spy on the grown-ups. There was never anything interesting to see, just adults having boring adult conversations, but she still couldn't make herself go back to bed until the company left. 

Unable to concentrate, she gave up on her book and started to pace. She considered doing some shopping, but her pacing led her right to the large windows that looked out onto the back yard. She realized she had a particularly good view of the pool. Her room didn't look out directly over it, being off to one side, but if she stood close to the window she could see everything but the area nearest the house. 

The long, rectangular pool was situated parallel to the residence, with the deep end nearest her room. She spotted Angela and Keiko lying out on wooden loungers on the far side. As expected, they were nude. 

Samantha quickly stepped back from the window, afraid that they would see her. A moment later she realized she was being silly. It was dazzlingly bright outside compared to the relative dimness in the house. They wouldn't be able to see past the glare on the glass, and in any case they didn't seem to be looking her way. She stepped back to the window and studied the scene.

Angela's body looked much like she thought it would -- slim and athletic with a light, even tan. It was hard to tell at a distance, but she looked shaved down below. Her breasts were modest but shapely, with dark pink areolas standing out against her skin. Keiko's body, on the other hand, was even more impressive than she'd imagined. The two women were about the same size, but where Angela was petite and toned, Keiko was all luscious curves. She had a slim waist and flat stomach with a neatly trimmed triangle between her legs. But beneath the slender middle, shapely hips flared, and, above, her breasts were large and incredibly firm, with dark nipples that seemed to glisten in the sunlight. Samantha thought they must be fake. As soon as she thought it, she felt guilty for being catty, even if it was likely true. She was busty herself and knew that her breasts didn't defy gravity the way Keiko's seemed to. 

Like most women she knew, Samantha had a complex relationship with her body. She was tall and healthy, and people said she was pretty. Her looks had received attention all her life. People loved her bright green eyes and her mane of red-gold hair. Her appearance had gotten her praise even when it detracted from other accomplishments, like when she'd presented at the science fair in the sixth grade and everyone told her how good she looked while ignoring her project on solar power. 

What people most noticed, at least since puberty, was her figure. Specifically, her chest. She was a D cup, and that meant that she got a wide range of often very obvious reactions, not all of them positive. Women could be envious, and men sometimes forgot to talk to her face. She was still shocked by the number of people, male and female, friends and complete strangers, who though it was okay to ask "are those real?" Moreover, she hadn't been comfortable in a bikini since she was fifteen. She was self-conscious about the way her breast moved when she walked without a sturdy bra (forget about running) and didn't like being stared at, even by the cute guys. It was amazing how many men didn't understand that being gawked at wasn't flattering. So, whenever she went to the beach it was in a conservative one-piece. She looked back at the women by the pool and wondered if being nude would be liberating or just make her more self-conscious.

Soon, she felt a little silly standing there. After all, she could go join them if she wanted to. She was about to turn away when she saw Angela say something to Keiko. Keiko nodded and leaned over to pick up a bottle as Angela adjusted her chair and turned to lie on her stomach. Samantha watched, fascinated as Keiko started to spread lotion on the other woman. She started at the shoulders as Sam expected, but as she worked her way to the small of Angela's back she kept going and was soon kneading Angela's pert buttocks. Samantha was surprised, and a little turned on. She didn't consider herself bisexual, not really. She and Beth had experimented in college: drunken make-outs and some mutual fondling, always initiated by Beth. But as she watched Keiko move lower still, rubbing lotion into Angela's slightly spread inner thighs, she wondered if she was more attracted to women than she'd been willing to admit.

Samantha was feeling positively voyeuristic by the time Keiko had finished with Angela, and was trying to talk herself into giving the women their privacy when more players came onto the scene. It was Richard, who, she was disappointed to note, was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. He had a camera bag over his shoulder and had his hands full of other gear. A woman followed him, his model presumably. She was a tall, slender brunette wearing a tiny sapphire-blue bikini. Rich turned and said something to her as he began to arrange his equipment. She nodded and walked over to Keiko and Angela. The women appeared to introduce themselves, and if the model was shocked by the other women's nudity, she didn't show it. 

Sam thought about changing vantage points so she could hear as well as see. There was a rear-facing window in her bedroom the she could open, unlike the tall picture windows she was looking out of in the main room, but there was something about watching everything unfold in pantomime, like watching a video with the sound turned off, that added to the kinky thrill.

Rich set up a pair of big, round reflectors on stands and got his camera out of his bag. He made some adjustments and then called the tall woman over. Samantha had never seen a professional photographer at work, at least not since she'd had her senior pictures taken. He worked quickly and with confidence, giving direction occasionally by gesturing with his hands, and adjusting the reflectors to eliminate unwanted shadows and balance the light. 




Naked Thirst Ch. 03



The shoot started out innocently enough, with the brunette posing on a lounge chair and then diving into the pool to pose in the water, halfway out of it, and sitting on the side. Rich said something and the woman reached up and untied the back of her bikini. She didn't immediately remove her top. She drew it out to give Rich plenty of opportunities for teasing shots. When she finally discarded the little scrap of fabric, she stood by the side of the pool, posing some more. Rich said something else, and she started to slowly work her bottoms off as well. The model's body was long and lithe, and even from a distance Samantha could see her eyes smoldering into the camera. She turned and bent slightly as her bottoms finally came off, presenting her taut backside, dark hair plastered to her back and reaching nearly to her waist. As she turned again to face the camera she spread her legs slightly. Samantha could see that she was shaved. The tall woman sank down to her haunches, knees spread, and Samantha found herself doing the same thing, sinking down the wall she'd been leaning against. Her hand drifted between her thighs.

Beth had teased her constantly in school about needing an orgasm. She'd even gone so far as to buy Sam a vibrator her senior year for "stress relief." What Beth didn't know, because Samantha hadn't told her, was that when it came to getting herself off, she was a seasoned expert. She wasn't into vibrators or internet porn, like her more out-there best friend. Instead, she preferred her fingers and her own very vivid imagination. It had started in high school partly by accident, when she discovered how explicit her mother's trashy romance novels actually were, and partly by necessity. She had two brothers, one older, one younger, and not much privacy growing up - somebody was always waiting for the bathroom the three of them shared. So, she had become the master of the stealth-orgasm, quietly jilling off most nights before she went to sleep to thoughts of being ravished by her latest imaginary lover (she was still a sucker for a long haired guy in a poet shirt). Beth never knew it, but Sam had probably had ten times as many orgasms as her friend, and most of them while Beth was in the same room.

Heat radiated from between Sam's legs as she enjoyed the show and the fact that no one knew she was watching. She unbuttoned her shorts and slipped a hand into her panties.

Beth didn't know about this little kink either, even though she was the one most responsible for it. The two of them had shared a room all through college, and when Beth had started to get serious with Garret he sometimes slept over. The two of them would wait until they thought Sam was asleep and then fuck like rabbits. Sam had been embarrassed at first, but quickly found that the quiet moans, wet slaps, and occasional dim glimpse of writhing bodies made better masturbatory material than her romance novel lovers. She'd felt guilty sometimes, and thought about confessing to Beth, but ultimately never did. Having the secret had been a turn-on, too. 

Sam focused again on the scene below. A small part of her wondered what it would be like to be the model -- to be on display, holding nothing back. The woman was sitting by the edge of the pool now, legs spread wide. Samantha was dimly aware that this was not the kind of artsy, nude photography that decorated much of the house, but she was enjoying it too much to worry about exactly what kind of photographer Rich might be. She was imagining herself as his model -- spreading herself naked in front of him, letting his beautiful blue eyes and his camera devour every inch of her. 

The brunette slid her hand suggestively between her legs, but Samantha was already there. She unzipped her shorts to make her hand more comfortable without the trouble of undressing. Her fingers toyed with her inner lips, sending an electric thrill through her. She gave herself up to her self-indulgence and sat fully down fully in front of the floor to ceiling window, spreading her legs, and pressing her fingers into her wet pussy. The lanky model had moved to a lounger and was holding herself by the knees, her bare sex gaping wide. Samantha paused her fingers long enough to shed her shorts and panties, then resumed, strumming her fingers side to side over her swelling clit. Rich had his face between the woman's legs, his camera taking close-ups of the ripe, pink folds only inches away. 

Samantha slid her first two fingers down her slit into her wetness to keep them slick, and imagined having herself exposed that way, examined and photographed for all the world to see. She was getting close. It had been a long time since she'd had sex, not since she'd broken up with her boyfriend months before, so her hands had been getting plenty of practice. Her fingers flew over her clit, the sensations tugging at something deep in her gut. The brunette was on all fours now, leaning her ass back towards the camera. She gave Rich a look that was all sex, then looked up over her shoulder, and seemed to look right into Samantha's eyes. 

The orgasm took Samantha hard and fast. She cried out, her whole body shaking as she rolled hastily away from the window, her hand squeezed between her thighs. She lay on the floor panting for a minute, adrenaline surging through her. Had she been seen, had they heard her? Surely not. The eye contact must have been in her imagination. The woman had just happened to look her way. Still breathing hard, she sat up and peeked outside. The model continued to pose provocatively for several more minutes, giving Rich and his camera access to all of her most private parts. Finally, Keiko got up and helped Rich gather his things. The model collected her swimsuit without putting it back on, and soon the three of them moved towards the house. Samantha glanced at Angela. Her employer was laying on her back again, arms and legs perfectly relaxed, a smile on her face.



Naked Thirst Ch. 04



Samantha went out to dinner that night. The fast food wasn't nearly as good as what she was already growing accustomed to, but she was too embarrassed to face everyone after spying on them all afternoon. She did some shopping and got home a little after dark, using her private entrance. Work started the next day, and Sam vowed to do her job and mind her own business. Her resolve, however, lasted just long enough for her to put away the few things she'd purchased and turn off the main light. A muffled splash drew her to the window. Rich was swimming laps in the pool, and he wasn't wearing a suit.

Samantha watched the sleek, muscular form cut through the water, illuminated from below by the pool lights. She found her hand drifting again. She wasn't ready to be a nudist, but being around them certainly had her arousal on overdrive. Despite her determination, by the time he had finished his workout Samantha was deeply into her own. Her shorts were around her ankles, and she was rubbing furiously at her moistened clit. When Rich finally stepped out of the pool to grab his towel the sight of his wet, muscular body and his well-endowed manhood, nearly sent her over the edge. He dried off and headed into the house. When he was out of sight, Samantha stripped down and got into her bed. She picked up where she'd left off, imagining herself down on the pool deck, her legs spread wide as Rich explored her every secret inch, first with his camera, then with hands and then with his cock. She climaxed her way into a deep and satisfied sleep.

The next morning, Samantha felt awkward once again about joining everyone after her spate of voyeurism, but it was her first day of work and Angela had said she wanted to spend the morning training her before clients started to arrive. What to wear was a dilemma. She thought about putting on work clothes. Angela had said to aim for business casual, but she was afraid of being overdressed. Briefly, she thought about going down in what she wore to bed, nothing. The fleeting idea was obviously a flight of her hormone-addled brain. In the end, she opted for her usual t-shirt and shorts. 

Angela and Rich were already seated for breakfast by the time she came down, and, she was surprised to see, so was the model from the day before. Sam was glad she hadn't worn office clothes. Rich matched her in khaki shorts and a tee, and Keiko dazzled in a light summer dress as she breezed in and out of the kitchen. Angela was in a semi-sheer white robe and the other woman wore a blue cover-up similar to the one Angela had worn the day before. Neither was wearing anything else. 

Rich introduced his model as Iveta from Latvia, and while her English was only passable, she charmed Samantha with warmth and friendliness. Rich said that Iveta was in town for one more day and they planned to do some location shooting.

"You are model, too?" Iveta asked Sam after washing down a bite of strawberry crepe with milk. 

Sam was surprised by the question and even felt herself flush at the thought that this woman had guessed her fantasy. "No, I'm just starting as Angela's secretary."

Iveta gave her an appraising look. "You should model for Rich. You are very beautiful and he is gifted photographer."

Samantha blushed harder. "I don't think I'm cut out for that."

Rich chimed in. "You should listed to Iveta; she has a good eye. I'd love to do some head shots for you some time."

"Oh, no." Angela said smiling, but in a serious tone. "I saw her first. You have plenty of models, and I need help in the office."

Samantha wasn't sure whether to be disappointed or relieved when Rich conceded the point to his wife. Truthfully, she felt a little of both. Fantasy and reality seemed to be coming closer together, quickly.

* * *

The week flew by for Samantha. As promised, the job wasn't difficult, although Sam did need time to familiarize herself with the way Angela ran her office. Dr. Meister wasn't a demanding boss, but she was precise and meticulous and wanted things done her way. Samantha didn't mind; she knew she had to be on top of things to run her own business successfully. Sam also prided herself on her ability to focus and organize, so she and Angela worked well together from the first. She was even getting used to Angela's barely-there morning outfits, although she kept up the habit of getting dressed for breakfast and then changing for the afternoon when clients came. At least Keiko had shown her where she could do her laundry.

She talked to Beth a couple of times during the week, confirming that, yes, there was some skinny dipping, but no, she hadn't joined in. She told her about meeting Rich's model and about Angela's breakfast attire, but left out Rich's comment about Samantha's modeling prospects. Beth could tell she was holding back, but gave up when it was clear her friend wasn't going to spill anything juicy. She talked to her parents as well, reassuring them that she liked the job and that she hadn't been abducted by sex maniacs. Of course, she told them far less than she'd told Beth.

Angela didn't see clients on Fridays, and Samantha had already gotten in more than her twenty hours training in the morning and spending afternoons in the office. This allowed Sam to make plans to spend the day with Beth.

"If you make it back for dinner tonight, you can try some of Keiko's ice cream, it's a real treat." Angela said over breakfast on Friday. She was wearing her most revealing outfit yet, a long white mesh shirt, with a plunging neckline, that hid absolutely nothing. "She's making it for Arden; he's coming home today."

Angela's and Rich's son Arden had spent most of the last month exploring Europe, and was only going to spend about a week at home before going back to school. Samantha was curious to meet him. 

"I'll try to make it," she said. She and Beth planned to spend the day at Venice beach, sunning, shopping and people watching, but dinner wasn't until 7:30 and she thought she would be ready to come back by then. Beth was fun but exhausting company. After a full day she'd be ready for a break.

When they met, Beth was full of questions as usual, even more so when she found out that Samantha was going to meet the mysterious Arden. "Is he cute?"

"I don't know," Sam said, irritably. They were going through a sidewalk rack of tie-died summer dresses at a little shop just off the beach. "Like I said, I've never met him."

"Yeah, but there must be pictures of him around the house," Beth insisted.

There were many, in fact. Both childhood pictures and ones she assumed were more recent, including one of a tall, tanned young man playing beach volleyball. He had shoulder-length blonde hair, and in the picture was spiking the ball over the net with long, lean muscles on prominent display. "Yeah, he's cute, I guess." Samantha answered, grudgingly. "But he's not my type. He looks like a typical air-headed surfer dude. And he's probably got a spoiled rich kid attitude, too."

"Well," said Beth, holding a gauzy blue dress up to her chest, "You certainly have strong opinions of someone you've never met. I wonder what the good doctor would say about that?"

Samantha gave her friend an irritated look and put thoughts of the handsome, but clearly unsuitable, young man out of her head. "I think that dress will look cute on you, try it on."

Beth kept smirking, but let the subject drop.

After a good walk in the sunshine, an unhealthy Mexican lunch, and some tales of Beth and Garret's recent argument over sharing a razor, Samantha had reached her fill of Beth-time, and said goodbye to her friend with exhausted affection. She promised to tell her all about Arden as soon as she got the chance. 

She made it back to her wonderful little apartment just in time to shower off the sand and sunscreen, change, and join everyone at dinner. Hoping she'd return on time, Angela had had Keiko set her a place. Sam was both pleased and embarrassed: was her curiosity about Arden obvious? Or was it just more welcoming kindness? 

Angela was wearing another sheer cover-up, and Sam suspected it was the first thing she'd worn since Samantha left. Rich was wearing his usual shorts and t-shirt, though she noticed he was barefoot. On the opposite side of the table, a young man rose to greet her. 

"I'm Arden." He reached out a hand. "You must be Samantha. My folks have been talking about you."

"All good, I hope." Arden's hand was warm and his handshake firm. She was trying not to ogle him in his baggy shorts and blue tank with arm holes open nearly to his waist. He showed off a wide chest with smooth, tanned skin. He had a dazzling, white smile and had clearly gotten the best of his parent's features: boyish dimples above a strong jaw and bright blue eyes from his father, and a high, straight nose and small, square chin from his mother. Samantha flushed a little and almost forgot to let go of his hand.

"They've had nothing but good things to say. Dad wants you to model but mom insists she has better uses for you."

Samantha glanced at Rich and Angela in turn, feeling exposed and self-conscious, but she laughed it off with effort and sat down. She was further relieved of having to reply by Keiko coming in with the first course, a chilled seaweed soup. Samantha found it strange, but not unpleasant. Nigiri came next, and Sam realized she was having her first traditional Japanese meal. She also noticed the sly looks and shy smiles that Arden gave Keiko, and that she gave right back. Samantha felt an unexpected pang of jealousy, though she wasn't sure exactly who or what she was jealous of. 

Arden entertained everyone through dinner with tales of his European adventures. His itinerary seemed to be a list of notorious party destinations - Barcelona, Ibiza, Prague, Amsterdam, Mykonos, St. Tropez and some place called Cap d'Agde, that the family apparently visited regularly. Samantha couldn't imagine her parents laughing and nodding with approval if she'd told them she'd never even seen her hotel room for the three days she'd been in Ibiza. But then, she couldn't imagine eating dinner with her mother wearing nothing but some see-through cloth. 

By the end of dinner, Sam was convinced that Arden was the party-boy she thought he'd be. Strangely, she liked him, anyway. He was worldly for a nineteen year-old and managed to make his stories interesting and funny without bragging. He paused several times to ask Samantha about places she'd been and things she'd done. And when it was clear it was a short list, he didn't make her feel bad about it. Instead, he said things like "You'd love the sunsets off Mykonos" and "I'd love to show you around St. Tropez." By the time desert arrived, she was thoroughly charmed.

The much anticipated ice cream was mango flavored. It had a light, sorbet-like quality that Samantha found tasty, though she wasn't sure why the family made so much fuss over it. It was delicious, but then so was everything that Keiko made. 

After dinner, Angela suggested that they have drinks by the pool. Samantha almost backed out, but Arden coaxed her with a smile. She was afraid everyone would strip off once outside, but instead Rich lit the patio fire pit and they all sat around it. Samantha hadn't been out by the pool yet, only seen it through windows, so she hadn't noticed the wet bar next to the house. Rich started mixing drinks while Arden talked to her about UCLA, and they actually found quite a lot to talk about. Keiko joined them a little later. She asked Arden a few questions about his trip, but mostly let Samantha have his attention. 

By the time Keiko said she was going to bed, Sam's head was spinning from the rich White Russians Rich had been giving her to drink. Arden excused himself a few minutes later, pleading jet lag. Samantha made small talk with Angela and Rich for a bit, but the way they were cuddling together suggested they were ready to be alone. 

Samantha said good night, slipped back into the house, and made her way upstairs. Her head spun as she climbed, and she had to hang onto the rail. At the top of the stairs, the entertainment room was dark. She paused to let her eyes adjust and for the floor to stop tilting. The door to her apartment was to the right, but sounds from the other direction drew her attention. There was light coming from the short hall that led to Keiko and Arden's rooms.

Samantha's feet seemed to have a mind of their own as she turned away from her door and toward the wet slurps and quiet moans. The sound of her footsteps on the hardwood floor seemed loud in the relative quiet, so she slipped off her sandals before she crept closer. The light was coming from Keiko's room, the door half open. She slid nearer and soon had a clear view of Keiko's bed, and the people on it. 

Keiko had her naked back to Samantha, kneeling on her bed. She was clutching someone to her chest. His face was hidden but the blonde hair could only be Arden's. Samantha felt a wash of adrenalin in her belly that quickly turned into a flare of heat between her legs. She knew she should go. It was dark in the hall, but if Arden looked up or Keiko turned around, they would certainly see her. Despite the risk and the wrongness of spying, arousal kept her rooted to the spot. She gazed in drunken fascination as Arden lavished attention on Keiko's breasts, eliciting the quiet moans of pleasure that had drawn her attention in the first place. 

Samantha inched forward and pressed against the wall, trying to stay in the shadows. She was tempted to put her hand in her shorts, but couldn't find the courage. A thrill of fear spiked through her as the couple shifted positions, but they were too intent on each other to look her way. Keiko rose to her knees and spread her legs while Arden stretched out beneath her. Sam couldn't resist rubbing herself over her clothes as she watched Keiko reach down to guide Arden's lovely, smooth cock into her pussy. The lovers each let out a groan of pleasure as the beautiful raven-haired woman lowered herself onto the younger man's rigid shaft. Samantha was mildly surprised to see Keiko on top, but she looked at home there. Clearly, there was more to the quiet chef than she had imagined. 

Keiko leaned forward onto her hands and began rocking her body in a steady rhythm as Arden pumped his hips to meet her. Samantha pressed harder at the fabric over her slit as she watched Keiko's perfect, rounded ass jiggle with each impact of sex on sex. She loved the contrasts in their bodies, with Keiko's soft curves and flawless golden skin against Arden's harder lines and lighter tones. She thrilled at the sounds of their lovemaking - the wet slaps, the gasps and moans along with occasional slurps as Arden broke his pace to lift his head and suck on one and then the other of Keiko's full breasts. 

Samantha was wishing she could shed her shorts and spread her legs when the couple on the bed shifted positions again. Arden sat up, pulling Keiko's hips tight against his own, and then, before Samantha quite realized what was happening, he lowered Keiko to the foot of the bed and shifted himself so he could piston into her from on top.

Her heart was in her throat and she almost bolted. She was standing not more than ten feet from the end of the bed and Arden was facing her. He only had eyes for Keiko, however. She followed his eyes as he gazed at the lovely Japanese woman's face and then shifted to her heaving breasts. Sam noticed how they glistened in the light from the bedside lamp. At first she thought it was saliva from Arden's suckling, but then she saw tiny fountains spurting from Keiko's thick, brown nipples every time Arden slammed into her. Fountains of pale, blue-white liquid that pooled and spilled down the sides of her full, fleshy mounds in thin rivulets. Arden lowered his lips to one of her breasts and sucked hard, prompting a stronger spray from the other. Samantha's hand stilled as she stared in confused fascination. She kept staring until Arden looked up and met her gaze, Keiko's milk dripping from his chin.



Naked Thirst Ch. 05



Samantha froze, like the proverbial deer in the headlights, for half a heartbeat and then turned on her heal and ran for her room. As she crossed the cavernous entertainment room she tripped over her sandals, but didn't pause to pick them up. She reached her room, opened and closed her door, locked it and leaned back against it, sitting on the floor as her heartbeat pounded in her ears. A million questions flowed through her head, all jumbled together. Would Arden say anything to his parents? What would he say? Would she be fired? Why was Keiko lactating? Did she have a baby? If she did, where was it? Why was he drinking Keiko's milk? Did it taste good? And oh god, why was she so wet?

Samantha sat for a few minutes in the dark, letting her breathing slow down and trying to figure out what to do. She was incredibly embarrassed, humiliated that her voyeurism had been discovered. She was also disturbed by what she had seen. Arden suckling like a baby, as if he couldn't get enough of Keiko's milk. The idea of it should have disgusted her. At the very least it was weird. But then why was she so incredibly turned on? It was like someone had run an electrical wire to her clit, and even in her distress it was throbbing with every beat of her heart. 

She finally decided she needed to pack her things and leave that night. Horny or not, she couldn't imagine staying in the house after what had happened. Beth would let her stay. She was just pulling out her phone and deciding what to say to her friend, when a quiet tap on the door nearly made her jump out of her skin.

Sam thought about pretending she hadn't heard, but a soft voice called through the door. "Samantha, its Keiko. I'd like to talk with you. Please."

Samantha suddenly felt silly for hiding behind the door like she had when she was little and knew her father was going to yell at her. She stood, turned around, and opened the door. Keiko stood in the dim light of the outer room. She was wearing a thigh length, white sleep shirt. "Can I come in?"

Sam nodded and stepped aside, then blurted out. "I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have been watching you."

"Why not? I wanted you too."

Her answer stunned Samantha silent. Keiko gave her a gentle smile. "Is there somewhere we can sit?"

Samantha nodded and closed the door. She looked around the little living room, but there wasn't really a good place for them to sit. The breakfast table didn't seem right, and the only other chair was at the desk. So she led Keiko into her bedroom, turned on the bedside lamp and sat on the foot of the bed. 

Keiko sat near her and looked at her hands for a moment as if gathering her thoughts. Samantha spoke first. "Why did you say you wanted me to see you?"

Keiko looked Sam in the eye. "Because I thought it was the right time." Before Samantha could ask what that meant, the other woman asked, "Did you like what you saw?"

Samantha felt herself blushing fiercely, but nodded. "Yes. But why-"

Keiko held up a hand, forestalling any questions. "Let me tell you my story first, then you can ask whatever you like."

When Samantha nodded again she continued. "My family moved to this country when I was twelve. I knew from an early age that I loved to cook, loved to feed people. I also knew that I was bisexual. My parents didn't approve of my career choice and I could never tell them about the other. So when I came to LA five years ago, to go to culinary school, it was on my own. I was eighteen and didn't know anyone, had no job, and needed a place to stay."

"You answered an ad like mine." 

"Yes, Angela and Rich were looking for a live-in cook. I also started to model for Rich. I had a place to stay, was able to pay for school, and had a family to cook for."

"And the other part?"

Keiko smiled demurely. "That developed over time."

"With Arden?"

"No, not until later. With Angela and Rich. I was very happy. There was one problem." She glanced down at her breasts, and Samantha saw small dark patches spreading across the fabric of her shirt, just over her nipples.

"You got pregnant." Samantha had a pang of concern about the fate of the baby. 

"What?" Keiko seemed shocked, than laughed. "No. I've never been pregnant."

"Then how?"

"I have a condition, a slight abnormality in my pituitary gland that makes me produce too much prolactin. I've been to doctors and they tell me it's harmless, but it means that I've produced small amounts of milk since I was a teenager. I was always ashamed of it. It made me not want to be with anyone."

Samantha could sympathize. She remembered all the insecurities about her body she'd had as a teenager. Some of them that she still had. Anything that made you different from other people could be a source of anxiety.

Keiko smiled, however. "Angela and Rich changed all that. They taught me not to be embarrassed. They said I had a gift. One that I could share with people who appreciated it. They taught me how to increase my production and gave me a whole new way to feed the people I cared about."

Samantha was not generally slow on the uptake, but it took her alcohol fogged brain a moment to process what Keiko was saying. She thought about the tea she'd had the first day, the smoothies, the horchata, all the milky drinks, and the ice cream. All milk from a single cow, according to Angela. All milk from Keiko's breasts. 

Sam knew she should feel disgusted, sick, violated. Yet, strangely she didn't. She thought about the milk dripping from Arden's chin and felt . . . aroused. Aroused and deeply confused. She licked her lips, her mouth suddenly dry and tried to think of something to say, but had no idea what that would be. 

Keiko filled the gap. "I understand you need time to think about all this."

Time, that was it. "You said it was the right time. Time for what?"

"Time to see us. I've watched you watching. I thought I saw a shadow in your window when Rich did his shoot by the pool. I saw the way you looked at Angela, and Rich and Arden. I thought I could see desire. And I thought, I hoped, I saw attraction when you looked at me." 

Samantha didn't know how to respond. Had she really been that obvious? Had she been drooling over everyone? Finally, she said. "Everyone in the house is very attractive."

"Thank you," said Keiko. "I hope it's more than that though. I took a huge risk tonight, leaving my door open, the light on, telling you the truth. I hope I haven't frightened you away. I wanted you to see us for who we really are." 

Samantha stared, her lips slightly parted, and tried to process her own emotions. It was hard. She was still a little drunk. She was attracted to Keiko, she could admit that to herself. She'd been attracted to Beth too, she'd just been too afraid to do any more about it than some experimenting that she could blame on alcohol and Beth's wild streak. She still didn't know what to think about the milk. I was gross, right? Only, somehow it wasn't. 

Keiko studied Sam for another minute then said. "This is who we are. I'd love it if you decided that you wanted to be part of it too." She leaned forward and Samantha accepted her hug. The woman's dark hair smelled pleasantly of shampoo and clean sweat. Sam felt the milk from the other woman's breasts soak through her shirt and make contact with her skin. It sent an odd little thrill through her. They parted, and Keiko left, her milk cooling on Sam's chest.

***

Samantha barely slept that night. She thought about masturbating to help her get drowsy, but she was too keyed up. Her brain seemed to be going in a dozen directions at once. She was attracted to Keiko, she could accept that. And Keiko was attracted to her. Okay, so far so good. She wasn't homophobic, in spite of her conservative upbringing, but she wasn't comfortable thinking of herself as a lesbian either. Bisexual she could deal with. If that's all it was, infatuation with another woman, Sam thought it would be alright. She might even want to pursue it. But then there was the milk. 

She didn't even know how to categorize what she had seen with Keiko and Arden. A fetish? She supposed that's what it was. One the whole house shared, even Keiko herself, apparently. Did she share it too? Samantha tried to examine her reactions to seeing the pair on the bed, the revelation about what she'd been drinking, and the feel of Keiko's lush, wet breasts pressed to hers. Did it really turn her on, or was the feeling in her gut just the combination of alcohol and encountering something so taboo?

When she did drift off it was into fevered dreams of milk and bare skin and sex. Beth made an appearance in her dreams, along with all the residents of the house. Her ex-boyfriend even appeared, albeit with swollen breasts dripping white. She finally fell into a deep sleep somewhere in the small hours of the morning, but woke at seven on the dot. At some point in the night she'd reached a moment of clarity and rose with a purpose. She showered, brushed her teeth, dried and brushed her hair and walked to her door in time for breakfast. She moved as if she was still in a dream, her mind somehow detached from her body. It wasn't until she descended the steps that her resolve started to weaken. It wasn't just that she was going to breakfast where she would knowingly and willingly drink another woman's breast milk, she knew that by doing so she was opening the door into a vast unknown.

Angela and Rich were just getting seated as she entered the dining room. Angela was wearing even less than usual, a sheer white robe that she hadn't bothered to belt. Rich too, was wearing less, just a loose pair of work-out shorts. Arden was nowhere to be seen. Samantha seated herself and her employers both wished her good morning. 

"Where's Arden?" Sam asked, nervously making conversation. 

"Surfing. Up and out of here before dawn." Rich offered. "I used to be that energetic. Now I like to take it easy on a Saturday morning." 

"You just wanted Keiko's waffles," accused Angela with a smile.

"True," he admitted.

Just then Keiko came in from the kitchen carrying a serving tray, piled high with steaming, golden delicacies. She followed with a bowl of fresh strawberries, whipped cream and tall, cold glasses of milk. She gave Samantha a hopeful look as she set the glass in front of her. Samantha took a sip, maintaining eye contact with Keiko the whole time. She paid special attention to the flavor, now that she knew what it really was. She was surprised that she hadn't wondered about it before. It didn't really taste much like cow's milk. It was lighter and sweeter, with a faint earthiness in the aftertaste. Even the color was different. There was a slight bluish tinge where the surface of the milk caught the light. She took a longer drink, and the taboo nature of the act sent tingles of arousal through her already over-stimulated nerves. She set the glass down and gave Keiko a deliberate smile. The other woman looked relieved and smiled back.

Angela looked at the young redhead approvingly. "I'm so happy you appreciate our unique taste in refreshment."

Sam blushed again, suddenly feeling self-conscious for being so obvious. Did she know that she and Keiko had talked last night? She must have, to make that comment. Not much seemed to happen in the house that the woman didn't know about. Angela took a long drink from her glass then returned to the waffles.

The rest of the meal proceeded more or less as normal. The food was excellent, as usual, something Samantha was getting used to quickly and trying not to take for granted. Angela announced that she was going with Rich to scout some locations for his next shoot, but that they would be back in time for lunch.

Samantha lingered at the table after the other two left and offered to help clear up. To her surprise, Keiko let her. They worked in companionable silence for a while, Sam bringing in plates while the other woman loaded the dishwasher. Finally, Sam spoke. 

"Rich wore those shorts today for my sake, didn't he?"

Keiko paused with a plate in her hand and then nodded.

"And Angela is barely bothering at this point, but she's still making a gesture."

Keiko made an affinitive noise. She was wearing a gauzy, floral-print summer dress in black and yellow. It wasn't quite sheer, but Sam could tell she wasn't wearing anything underneath. 

"And if it wasn't for me, what would you be wearing right now?"

The young chef closed the dishwasher and turned it on, then turned to face Samantha. "Nothing."

"Right." Sam had already made up her mind she was staying. She'd drunk the cool-aid, or in this case the milk and she'd decided to follow wherever her decisions led her. She pulled off her top.

"Are you sure about this?" Keiko asked, sounding both hopeful and concerned.

"No," she reached around to unhook her bra, "but I'm tired of cramping everyone else's style." When her bra came loose she let out an involuntary sigh. It always felt good to take the thing off. "Don't wait on me," she added, nodding at Keiko's dress.

The brunette shrugged one strap over her shoulder and then the other, before letting the garment fall to the floor and stepping out of it, her feet already bare. Samantha was struck by how lovely the other woman was, especially now, up close and in the light. It set her already pounding heart to beating a little faster.

Hurrying, before she lost her nerve, she slipped off her sandals, unbuttoned her shorts, and pulled her pants and underwear down in a single, decisive move. Then, just like that, she was standing nude, in front of another woman, in her employer's kitchen. Long, smooth limbs and generous curves on full display.

"Okay, now what?" Sam asked, a little breathless.

"Now," said Keiko, as she picked up her dress and folded it over her arm. "We put our clothes away, grab some sunscreen for you, and we go swimming."

"What?" Samantha had to fight the urge to cross her arms over her chest. "You mean outside?"

"That's where the pool is," the other woman laughed, seeming perfectly at ease without clothes on. "Grab your stuff and come on."

The two of them went upstairs, Keiko turning left and Sam taking the door on her right. The young redhead tossed her shoes on the floor, and the rest of her clothes on the bed, then fetched her precious SPF 50. She also paused to brush her teeth and check her hair, though she wasn't sure why. Keiko was waiting for her at the top of the stairs when she came out of her room.

"Ready?"

"As I'm going to be." Sam took a deep breath to steady her nerves. Having Keiko naked was actually helping to calm her. When they started down the stairs Sam felt an unfamiliar bounce in her chest as her unrestrained breasts swayed freely, and her trepidation rose. She focused on the perfect, round backside in front of her and found her heart beating faster for a more pleasant reason.

As they crossed through the dining room to the sliding doors, she was glad they were the only ones in the house. Sam wondered if Angela had planned it that way, and decided that she probably had. Then they were through the doors, and standing naked in the Southern California sun. They paused for a minute, letting their eyes adjust to the dazzling light and Sam realized she'd forgotten to grab her sunglasses, she also realized she'd never been naked outdoors in her life. She glanced furtively side to side, even though she knew the pool area was invisible to the neighbors. It was sheltered by tall privacy fences on both sides and a rough, tumbling cliff down to the ocean at the very back of the property. 

The sun on her bare skin felt heavenly. Even in August, cool breezes off the Pacific kept the coastline comfortable while the Los Angeles valley sweltered. She sat her bottle of sunscreen on the bar, not feeling like covering herself with the goop quite yet. She didn't dare go without it for long. Even the parts of her that regularly saw the sun were only a bit pinker than the rest. Her complexion had two shades, Scottish-pale or painfully burned. Still the swimming pool was glittering like a jewel and drew her to it.

"You want to me to help you with the lotion," Keiko asked, breaking her reverie.

Sam had an image flash though her mind of Keiko rubbing lotion down Angela's back, over her ass, and between her legs. It gave her a pleasant flutter in her stomach. "In a little bit. I want to swim first."

Keiko nodded, then turned and walked to the pool's deep end where she executed a neat dive off the edge. She popped up in the middle of the water, and waited for Samantha. Sam got in slowly at first, making her way down the steps in the shallow end, but soon forgot her caution. The water temperature was perfect, cool enough to be refreshing, but warm enough to be comfortable. She plunged ahead and started to swim. The feeling as she moved through the water was nearly indescribable, the liquid sliding over every inch of her skin like a silk sheet. She didn't think she'd ever felt so free. Without a binding suit her breasts felt weightless, and her whole body felt more buoyant. 

"What do you think?" asked Keiko, effortlessly treading water in the middle of the pool.

"It feels wonderful," said Sam, joining her. She was a little less graceful about staying afloat and said, "I'm going to do some laps."

Keiko nodded and made room while Sam stretched out into a crawl. She'd taken swimming lessons as a kid, and spent a fair amount of time at the local pool growing up, but she wasn't an especially strong swimmer. After a couple of times up and down, her shoulders started to ache. Still, it felt good to work off some of the morning's adrenaline. She slowed, and then turned on her back to let herself float, eyes half closed against the bright blue mid-morning sky. 

Samantha floated like that for several moments, letting her breathing slow, thinking about how odd her life had suddenly become. Sam had always thought of herself as a normal, predictable, generally mainstream kind of a person. Not as conservative and uptight as her parents, but not a big risk-taker, either. Just over a week ago she'd been unemployed and looking for a place to stay. And only a day ago she thought she was settling into a somewhat odd, but comfortable work/living routine. Since then she'd discovered she'd been consuming, and enjoying, human breast milk. Right now, she was swimming in the nude and loving it. She didn't know what would come next, and wasn't sure where it would all lead, but she knew she couldn't go back to the person she'd been the day before.

A little more floating around and Samantha decided that she'd played solar roulette long enough. She didn't want the rest of her day ruined by a pair of sun-burnt boobies. She straightened in the water. Keiko was resting with one arm on the edge of the pool, watching her. Sam felt momentarily self-conscious, but then decided she liked the way the other woman was looking at her. 

"I better not push my luck. I'm going to put on sun block." She hesitated for a second then said. "If you still want to, I could use some help with my shoulders."

Keiko smiled and lifted herself smoothly out of the pool. Sam used the stairs. The smaller woman ducked behind the bar and brought out two fluffy, white towels, grabbed Samantha's lotion, and led them to the loungers on the far side of the pool. The wooden recliners had thick, cotton pads on them, but Keiko spread her towel over one and Samantha did the same.

Sam settled herself on the chair and squeezed a big glob of the thick, white lotion into her palm. She was glad that it had warmed a little in the sun, she hated when it was cold. She started with her feet and worked her way up, blending the cream into her pale flesh. She hesitated a moment when she got to her normally covered pubic area, and glanced at Keiko. The darker woman was stretched out, her skin glistening as she let it air dry, and watching Samantha intently.




Naked Thirst Ch. 05



Sam's stomach did another flip-flop, part anxiety, part arousal. Then she squeezed a little more sunscreen into her palm and began working it into the areas around her curling, red pubic hair. She worked her way up, over her belly and ribs, aware the whole time of the other woman's eyes on her, even though she stayed focused on her own hands. Finally, she risked a glance and caught her companion licking her full lips. Sam's excitement spiked, and she decided that being watched might even be better than watching. She filled her palm again and began to massage her full, pale breasts. Her heart raced, a lifetime of inhibitions telling her to cover up or at least get the job done as quickly as possible. But she forced herself to take her time, spending more effort than was necessary making sure her nipples were completely covered, and thrilling at the idea that she was turning her Keiko on.

Finally, she wiped some lotion onto her face and neck, then turned to her companion and said, as innocently as she could manage. "Could you get my shoulders?" 

Samantha handed the other woman the bottle and turned her back, flipping her damp, red curls over her shoulder. She took in a quick breath as small, strong hands massaged the thick lotion into her shoulders. 

"Mmmm, that feels good," she said, after a moment, relaxing into the touch.

Keiko worked the lotion down her back, between her shoulder blades and then around to her sides, under her arms. The motion made Sam's heavy breasts sway, and the touch made her groin tighten pleasantly. The other woman finished and handed her back the bottle.

"You want me to do you?" The double entendre' was out of her mouth before she could catch it, but the other woman just smiled.

"Maybe later," then, after a pause to let her own innuendo sink in, she said in a more casual tone, "I don't burn very easily and I can't stay out that long. There are things I need to do in the kitchen."

The two woman leaned back to soak up the sun on their bare skin, enjoying the quiet. Samantha had assumed Keiko was shy when they first met. But now she realized she was simply being cautious as she sized up the new member of the household. Over the last few days the young Japanese woman had proven to be witty, insightful, and flirtatious. She lacked the constant need for idle chatter that someone like her friend Beth seemed to have, and Sam was finding her refreshingly easy to be around.

As she lay there with her eyes closed, Samantha's thoughts drifted back to the image of Keiko making love to Arden. She became very aware of the other woman's nearness, and thought about the thrill it had given her to be watched herself, and how good it felt to have Keiko touching her skin. She busied herself with pleasant thoughts of when she might get Keiko to touch her again.

They had been laying there for perhaps fifteen of twenty minutes before her skin grew uncomfortably warm. Samantha always worried about burning, even with the sunscreen on. She had just about worked up the courage to turn on her stomach and ask the other woman to help her with the lotion again, hoping for the same treatment Angela had gotten, but Keiko spoke first.

"Feels like it's about time to go in."

Samantha glanced over and saw the other woman pressing gently on her breasts. "I thought you said you don't burn?"

Keiko looked confused for a second. "No, not that, I need to go in and pump."

"Pump?"

"Breast pump. You didn't think I just squeezed it out into a glass did you?"

Sam looked blank, she hadn't really thought about it.

Keiko laughed. "Well I don't. I use a pump, and I can tell it's about time because they're starting to feel full."

Keiko rose and picked up her towel. Samantha was still a little confused about how she felt about the other woman's lactation, but she was intensely curious. "Would you mind if I watched?"

"Not at all, I'd appreciate the company."

Samantha hurriedly rose to follow, wondering what would come next.



Naked Thirst Ch. 06



Hope everyone is enjoying the story. Feel free to leave comments here or on my profile page. I always like hearing from other readers and writers.

*****

Sam and Keiko dropped their towels in a basket next to the door on their way into the house, and then made their way to the kitchen. The room was bright and spacious, done in hard woods and light-grey granite. Large windows looked out into the back with the glimmer of the pacific in the distance. Bar seating lined half of the counter under the windows, and Keiko pointed to a stool. 

"Grab a fresh towel and have a seat." She gestured to a wooden rack stacked with them. "Nudist etiquette," she explained with a smile. "Just take your towel with you to sit on, or grab a new one when you need to." She was unwinding tubes from some sort of machine.

Sam sat and watched for a minute then asked "Is that the pump?" The device was roughly the size and shape of a large toaster. Keiko attached the tubes to bottles with cone shaped devices on top. 

"Yep," she said, "My little friend." She got all the parts assembled, then reached for a small jar on the counter, opened it, and dipped two fingers inside.

"What's that?" 

"Coconut oil," she said as she began to apply it to the tip of one breast. Sam felt a stir of desire as the other woman lubricated her nipples and aureoles with the fragrant substance. "It helps the cones to form a good seal and keeps the skin soft."

Keiko held one cone with its attached bottle to her left breast and turned on the machine. A slow, soft, rhythmic humming sound accompanied corresponding tugs on the thick, dark nipple. Keiko adjusted a setting, and the machine sped up a little, then she picked up the second cone and held it to her other breast. Only a few drops came out at first, then larger squirts. The machine sped up again, this time on its own, presumably at a pre-programmed time, and milk dribbled into the bottles at a steady pace. Sam watched in fascination as the nipples distended again and again, releasing a white stream every time.

"How much comes out?"

"I can usually get six ounces at a time. Once I did over eight. It's been harder lately without Arden around. My production has slipped a little."

Sam couldn't quite make sense of that. "What difference does it make if Arden is around?"

"The pump does a good job of emptying me out, but somehow my body knows the difference between the machine and a real mouth. I always produce more if I have someone get it from the source at least once a day. Angela or Rich will do it most days, but they get busy. I could always count on Arden."

"Oh," was all Sam could think to say. She could feel herself getting moist at the thought of Arden sucking on those breasts every day, and imaged herself doing the same.

Keiko seemed to read her mind. "Now that you're here, maybe you could do it for me sometimes." There was uncertainty in her voice. "If you think you'd like that," she added.

Sam's mouth felt dry, but she nodded. "I think I might like that." The pump droned on and the bottles steadily filled with milk. The sexual tension in the room had risen several notches, and Sam struggled to find something to say. "How long does it take you to finish?" She finally asked.

"About fifteen minutes, sometimes closer to twenty, depending on how my supply is that day." As they talked, Keiko held the cones to her breasts, one in each hand, and Sam realized that the other woman really couldn't do anything else until she was finished.

"And how often do you have to do it?"

"Every three hours during the day, plus once at midnight. Seven times total."

Sam's brows rose. "That is a heck of a time commitment. That's what? Like, an hour and a half every day?"

"More like two when you figure in set-up and clean-up. But it is part of my work and I love it." Keiko's confidence returned as she talked about a subject she obviously felt strongly about. "There's a Japanese word, kaizen, it means 'continual improvement.' It's the idea of constantly trying to do better, every day in small but consistent ways." Sam noticed her sit up straighter as she talked. "Every day I work to improve my cooking, to learn more about the art of cuisine. I'm also always trying to improve the quality and quantity of my milk."

"The quality?"

"Yes. Not all breast milk is the same. Mine is sweet, right? And slightly earthy?" Sam nodded. "But it could also be bitter, sour, even soapy tasting. It could be thick and rich, or thin and watery. The flavor is strongly influenced by a woman's diet, her health, and her personal genetics. I was lucky with the genetics, but the rest I work on every day."

Sam was taken aback by the other woman's dedication to something that she had been thinking of as a kink. Though, really, everything had happened so suddenly that she hadn't had a chance to conceptualize it fully yet. She realized that, for Keiko at least, this wasn't just a fetish. It was a lifestyle that she was seriously committed to. 

The machine droned on for a few more minutes while Sam watched in thoughtful silence. Finally, Keiko leaned forward, and in an obviously practiced move, held both bottles to her chest while turning off the machine. Still leaning forward, she broke the seal on one of the cones and gently shook the last drops into the funnel. She then repeated the procedure on the other side. She held up one nearly full bottle and then the other, and smiled brightly. "Seven ounces. Not bad."

Keiko disconnected the tubes and carefully removed the tops from the bottles. She replaced them with simple caps and placed the bottles in the refrigerator. Sam noticed that there was already a stoppered glass pitcher in the fridge that was about a third of the way filled with milk. "Making the ice cream wiped out most of my reserve, I think we'll do Thai tea at lunch." She closed the door and walked back to Sam. "Thanks for keeping me company while I pumped."

"Sure, it was..." Weird, hot, fascinating? "Really cool."

Keiko studied her face. Standing, Sam was a good four or five inches taller than the other woman, but seated on her stool, they looked eye to eye. The young Asian woman seemed to come to a decision and before Sam knew what was happening, she leaned forward and gave Sam a long, smoldering kiss. Sam was too shocked to respond at first but soon returned it with enthusiasm. She'd kissed a girl before, but this was different. She wasn't drunk, and this wasn't her safe, familiar best friend. This whole situation, this whole day, was so far from safe and familiar, she would need a map and compass to find it again. Yet as the dark-haired beauty tangled her fingers in Sam's red mane, Sam couldn't imagine wanting to get back to familiar territory. She was having too much fun. When Keiko finally straightened, Sam was breathless. She wanted more.

Keiko took a half-step back and let out a long breath. "I've wanted to do that all week."

"I'm glad you finally did," Sam said, and found that she really meant it.

"You liked it?"

Sam nodded. "I'd like it even better if you did it again."

Keiko grinned and stepped back up to Sam. This time Sam wrapped her arms around the other woman's slender waist and pulled her close, their breasts crushing together and her thighs pressed onto Keiko's hips. Sam's skin was still tacky with the heavy sunscreen, but it soon warmed between the two bodies, producing a pleasant slickness. Sam felt a delicate tongue enter her mouth and gave a quiet moan. The two women explored one another for several minutes before Keiko backed out of the embrace. Sam was practically panting with desire and only reluctantly let the other woman go.

Keiko was flushed and it took her a moment to find her voice. "Wow, now I really wish I'd done that sooner." Then she got that thoughtful look again. "Maybe—" she began, but whatever she was about to say was interrupted by the sound of the front door opening and closing.

Sam panicked, adrenaline coursing through her as she jumped from her seat. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" She looked around wildly for her clothes before she remembered that they were upstairs. She snatched the towel from her chair and frantically started to wrap it around herself.

Keiko placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "It's all right," she soothed. "It's what we do around here. Remember?"

Sam did remember, and the panic receded a little. They were all nudists, not just Keiko, and she had decided to try being one too. Reluctantly, she let the towel drop, although she didn't let it go.

Just then Arden breezed in. He glanced at Sam, smiled at Keiko, and headed straight for the fridge. He started rooting around for something and said over his shoulder. "Decided to take the plunge, huh? Good for you." He found what he was looking for, a clear sports bottle filled with something blue, maybe a blueberry smoothie, and then straightened. He was wearing jams, flip-flops, and a loose tank. His hair was damp.

"How was surfing?" Keiko asked.

He shrugged as he shook the bottle, flipped the cap, and took a swig. "Not bad for this time of year. Caught a few good waves."

"You staying for lunch?"

"Nah, just came home to have a shower, maybe catch a nap, then I'm meeting some people in the city. I should be home for dinner though."

Keiko nodded, the fact that she was naked not seeming to faze either her or Arden in the slightest. Sam had to exert all her willpower not to pull the towel up over her chest, and her heart was hammering so loud she was sure the others would hear it.

Arden finished gulping down his drink and then rinsed the bottle and put it in the sink. He finally turned to Sam again and said, "See you at dinner?"

Sam managed a wide-eyed nod, and he said, "Cool."

He waved at Keiko, and just like that he was gone again.

Sam waited until she could no longer hear his footsteps going up the stairs before she let out a breath and started giggling hysterically. Keiko stared for a second then joined in.

"Oh! My! God!" Sam blurted, as soon as she could catch her breath. "I just stood here, naked, while you talked to a guy."

"I told you, it's what we usually do around here."

"Yeah," said Sam, her heart rate finally starting to fall. "But when he saw me he didn't even bat an eye."

Keiko shrugged. "It was a little weird for me at first too, but Arden was raised a nudist. It's normal to him."

Sam frowned. "So he's seen so many naked girls he doesn't even notice?" She was a little disappointed about that. She didn't expect him to fall down drooling or anything, but his total lack of reaction was kind of a let-down.

"Oh, he noticed," Keiko assured her. "He's just cool about it." She paused and cleared her throat. "I really enjoyed spending some time with you."

"Me too," said Sam.

She smiled. "I hate to say it, but I do have work to do. I should get started on some things for lunch."

"Oh," said Sam, disappointed, then her stomach rumbled. All the excitement had burned off breakfast in a hurry.

Keiko laughed. "There's fresh fruit on the table."

"Do you want me to help with lunch? I don't really have anything planned for today."

"Thank you, but no. My kitchen. I work best alone." She said it with a smile. Sam, hesitated, then stepped forward and leaned down to give the other woman one more kiss. Keiko returned it with passion, and soon the two of them were wrapped in each other arms.

Several dizzying minutes passed before Keiko backed up again. "Keep that up and I won't get any lunch made."

"I'd be okay with that." She gave the other woman a look that said she was hungry, but not for food. 

"I'll bet you would." Keiko replied. "But I'm not sure everyone else would be so understanding. Now shoo, so I can get some work done."

Sam gave in reluctantly. She gave the smaller woman one last, quick kiss, grabbed her towel, and went to find some fruit.

***

Sam grabbed an orange and a banana from a bowl on the dining room table, but then wasn't quite sure what to do with herself. Between the encounter with Arden and her make-out session with Keiko she was practically high on hormones and adrenaline. She finally decided to eat her fruit by the pool and try to calm down a little. So, towel in hand, she opened the sliding glass door and stepped out. 

Sam sat in the shade by the bar and ate her fruit, then got into the pool. She had been nude for a couple of hours. She wasn't sure if she could be a full time nudist, but for now she was enjoying it, especially when she was in the water. She swam a couple more laps and then drifted on her back, basking in the sun and relishing the weightless sensation. She both feared and hoped that Arden would show up again, and felt a little slutty for it. After all, she was into Keiko. That meant she should stop picturing the way his long, smooth cock looked pumping in and out of the lovely woman's body. Right? She was back to being confused. Not to mention insanely horny and more than a little frustrated.

She grew bored with the water, too keyed up to do anything for very long. She got out, toweled off, and laid down on one of the loungers letting her skin soak up the warmth of the morning. The thought of being caught, nude, kept tightening her stomach, and she had to remind herself over and over that what she was doing was not just acceptable here, but practically expected. After soaking up the sun for maybe ten minutes, the alabaster-skinned redhead grabbed her towel and headed back inside. She'd never been one to lie out for hours at a time. She couldn't tan anyway, so she never saw the point. 

After the warmth of the California sun, the air conditioning felt frigid and goosebumps broke out on her skin. She still didn't see anyone around so she popped her head into the kitchen from which delicious smells were emerging. Keiko was working over a cutting board chopping vegetables wearing an apron, and nothing else.

"Smells good." Sam commented, leaning on the doorframe, but not quite entering Keiko's domain.

Keiko smiled and said, "Thanks." She paused, took a long swallow of water from a big bottle on the counter, and scooped the vegetables into a bowl. She moved to the refrigerator. Sam enjoyed the view as she bent to fetch something from a lower shelf. The normally demure young woman felt like a creepy guy leering at another woman's ass, and laughed at herself for it. She was definitely in uncharted territory today.

"What are we having for lunch?"

"Honey glazed chicken with jalapeño-mint dipping sauce, stir fried vegetables, and saffron infused rice."

Sam's eyebrows went up, "Wow, that sounds great. Are you sure there's nothing I can do?"

The dark haired woman gave her a level look. "You can stop asking me silly questions and let me cook." 

Sam grinned sheepishly. "Sorry."

Keiko softened her look with a grin. "Don't worry, I'll forgive you this time. Just go find something to do and don't come back until lunch. You're too distracting, standing there like that. I'll forget what I'm supposed to be doing."

Sam grinned back. "Yes ma'am."

Sam went back to her room and thought about reading a book, but ended up checking e-mail and surfing the internet. Even doing that in the buff felt a little naughty. She considered sending Beth a message, but wasn't sure how much she wanted to tell her. Definitely not about the breast milk. Beth had drunk a big glass of it straight when she had stayed for dinner, Sam remembered, but she was not about to tell her friend that. She could tell her about trying out the nudist thing and maybe even about Keiko, but not yet. She decided not to pique her very curious friend's interest until she'd decided exactly what she was going to say. 

When it got close to lunchtime Sam decided to take another shower to wash off the chlorine from the pool. Sam had a moment of hesitation before going back downstairs. Would anyone else be dressed? She didn't think so, but was afraid that her new found body-confidence would quickly fade if Angela and Rich were back and had their clothes on. She finally decided that at worst she'd be embarrassed, and then have to come back up and dress. 

Angela and Rich were coming from the direction of their bedroom when Sam came down the stairs. Her pulse raced when she saw them, and again she had to fight the urge to cover herself. But they were nude too, and that was strangely comforting. Clearly, Keiko had told them they had the green light to resume their normal lifestyle. She paused, took a deep breath, and continued towards the dining room. 

Angela had been talking to Rich and didn't spot Sam until she was about to sit down. When she did she stopped short and broke into a huge grin. "Well, I knew you were a beautiful girl when I hired you, but I had no idea." She gave Sam a look that took in her entire body.

Sam blushed from head to toe, something that was now entirely obvious to everyone.

"Angel," Rich scolded gently, using a pet name Sam had only heard him use once or twice, "You're embarrassing the girl." He turned to Sam. "Just have a seat and relax. Before you know it you won't even remember you're not wearing clothes."

Sam doubted that, but she appreciated the encouraging words.

As they all sat, Angela said. "Sorry, I know how difficult it can be the first time. I'm very proud of you for being so brave. When Keiko said you had decided to join us, I was thrilled, but I'll admit I had my doubts about whether you'd follow through. I'm so glad you did."

Sam relaxed a little under the praise. Keiko came in with the rice and vegetables, she had shed her apron, and Sam relaxed a little more. The chicken came next, the peppers and the mint somehow making the dish taste hot and cool at the same time. And to ease the burn, they each had a glass of milky tea. There was something about being with a group of entirely naked people that made it seem more natural. Although, she couldn't help stealing glances at Angela's breasts. She'd seen them for most of the week through various sheer or mesh tops, and once from her window, but it wasn't the same as staring at them from three feet away. They were modest, perhaps a B cup, but shapely, with prominent, dusky red nipples. She wondered if Angela had nursed Arden as a baby. An image came unbidden to her mind of the tall, tanned young man sucking eagerly at his mother's bosom. Sam hastily refocused her attention on her plate and wished brain-bleach was a real thing. 

When Sam had composed herself she asked about the location scouting. Rich told her about a recent rock slide into the ocean that had created some dramatic scenery. She got swept up in his enthusiasm as he described possibilities for photographing the surging waves and jagged rocks. By the end of the meal Sam hadn't quite forgotten that she was naked, but she was feeling more at ease.

Keiko came out to clear up and let Sam help her. When they were done, Rich came to the edge of the kitchen and asked, "Keiko? Are we still on for today?"

She nodded and turned to Sam. "I need to go shopping later. Would you like to come along? I'll be ready in about an hour." 

"Um, sure." She was dying to know what Keiko and Rich were "on for" but it seemed awkward to ask since Keiko could have simply told her.

Keiko wiped her hand on a towel and left with Rich. Sam followed them as far as the dining room, and then watched them head for Rich's studio, the one part of the house she still hadn't been in. When they were gone Sam asked, "What was that about?"

Angela was still sitting at the table, sipping at a cup of coffee Keiko had given her at the end of the meal. "Keiko still models for Rich from time to time."

Sam thought of the shoot by the pool and wondered what kind of modeling Keiko did, but before she could ask any more questions Angela said, "Did I hear that you were going shopping with Keiko this afternoon?"




Naked Thirst Ch. 06



"Hmm," Sam said, distracted. "Yeah." Then she remembered her manners and looked at Angela. "Yes. Was there something you needed?"

"I've had a craving for a nice, ripe watermelon. Keiko's good at picking them. Would you tell her for me? I'm going to get dressed and go for a bike ride."

"Sure," she said, as the older woman stood and headed for her room. Sam suspected that she had just been handled.

An hour later Sam was in her room, finally reading that book. Lunch had calmed her somewhat, even as it gave her a mystery to ponder. Keiko clearly didn't want Sam to know about whatever went on in the studio, and she was torn between pushing for answers and trusting that the other woman would tell her when she was ready. 

So, she was lounging on her bed when the knock came on her door. She answered and Keiko was there in her little sundress. It actually surprised Sam to see her with clothes on until she remembered they were supposed to go shopping. 

Keiko raised her eyebrows. "I love the outfit. I don't think they will let you into Trader Joe's like that."

Sam grinned, "Come on in, I'll get dressed."

Keiko followed her to her bedroom where Sam started laying out clothes, bra and panties, shorts, a T-shirt.

"Wait," said Keiko, before Sam could get anything on. "I've got an idea."

Sam gave her a quizzical look but left her clothes on the bed when Keiko motioned her to follow. They headed for Keiko's room, and Sam once again had to remind herself that she didn't need to worry about someone seeing her running around naked. Once they reached the other woman's room, Keiko started to riffle through her closet while Sam sat on the end of the bed. After a minute she turned around and held up a dress. It was blue tie-dye in the same gauzy material as Keiko's floral print. 

"Try this on."

Sam was game. She took the dress and slipped it over her head. The light-weight material settled over her body comfortably. It had a plunging neckline with thin straps holding it up. The hem was asymmetrically cut, higher on the right than the left and sized for someone shorter, the longest part of it came to just above her knee and left most of her right thigh exposed. Keiko came around to tie it in the back. 

"Wait," Sam said. "I need to put some underwear on."

"Why? I'm not wearing any." She finished fastening the ties that tightened the material under Sam's bust.

"You're firmer than I am," Sam said, turning.

"You're plenty firm," the smaller woman countered, standing back and giving her an appraising look.

"And you're shorter than me too," Sam added glancing down at the daringly high hem. "One good breeze and I'll be flashing everyone."

"That's the idea," Keiko said with an evil grin. "Come on, it'll be fun, we can flirt with the seafood guy. He's really cute."

Sam laughed. "Okay, do I get to wear shoes at least?"

"Of course. What are you, a hippy or something?"

"And should I grab my purse?"

"No, I have mine," Keiko said, grabbing a white, Chanel handbag from her dresser and slinging it over her shoulder. Sam's eyebrows went up. "Yeah, I know," she said, a little defensively. "I wouldn't normally spend money on this kind of thing, but Angela and Rich bought it for me for Christmas. They're very generous."

Sam smiled. "It's beautiful. And they should be generous. You're special."

Keiko smiled prettily at the comment. They went back to Sam's room and she chose a pair of strappy sandals. While she was bending forward to put them on, Sam was very aware of the way her breasts shifted as she moved, rubbing her nipples against the thin fabric. When she straightened, they were hard and stood out plainly.

"This is a problem," Sam said, looking down.

"No, it's not," said Keiko, moving forward. "It's hot." She cupped the taller woman's full globes in her hands and brushed her thumbs over the erect buds. 

Sam jumped back, "Hey, no fair. You just got me dressed."

Keiko only smiled. She turned and said, "Come on, we have shopping to do."

Outside they walked to the second of three garage doors where Keiko keyed in a code. Sam's car was in the third stall, having traded places with Arden's Jeep since he was in and out so much more than she was. She raised her brows when she saw which car they were going to take.

"Rich's car?" Sam had admired the vintage sports car when she'd first seen it. She didn't know much about automobiles but she thought the sky-blue convertible was beautiful. Rich had told her that it was a 1960 Corvette. He'd told her a bunch of other stuff about it too, though it mostly went over her head. She was left with the impression that it was rare, valuable, and precious to him. "Are you sure it's okay if we drive it?"

"I'm sure it's okay if I drive it." Keiko assured her, opening the door and sliding onto the blue leather seat. "He trusts me. Now get in."

Sam did, the seat cool through the thin fabric of her dress. She was still self-conscious about how short the hem was, especially now that she was sitting. The top was down and as soon as they pulled out of the drive the wind picked up the edge of the dress exposing everything from the waist down. Sam hastily put her hands in her lap and looked around to see if anyone had seen. 

Keiko laughed. "Nobody can see anything." She wagged her eyebrows. "Except me."

Sam smiled and tried to relax. She watched the scenery as they drove through expensive neighborhoods and wound down the edge of the coast. Sam felt a hand on her knee and looked at Keiko, who gave her thigh a squeeze and then had to downshift as the road got steeper. As soon as she released the gearshift Keiko's hand was back on her thigh. Sam looked over and grinned, but then widened her eyes as the other woman tugged on her hem.

"Get your hands out of your lap." Keiko urged, raising her voice over the road noise. Her long, black hair was blowing in the wind and she looked wild.

"Somebody might see." Sam complained, keeping her hands firmly in her lap.

"So, what are they going to do, call the cops? We'll just blame the wind." She slapped playfully at Sam's wrist.

Sam rolled her eyes but took her hands away. They were coming to a stop light anyway. As they rolled to a halt two guys in a big, shiny SUV pulled up beside them. Sam caught the driver checking them out as she smoothed back her windblown hair. He was kind of cute. She was showing a lot of bare leg and they were both offering lots of cleavage for him to see from his elevated position. Sam tugged her skirt down, feeling uncomfortable, but Keiko leaned over and blew them a kiss as the light turned green, then she dropped the clutch and surged ahead of them onto the Pacific Coast Highway. 

The sudden acceleration surprised Sam and she forgot about keeping her hands in her lap. The skirt flew up again and she felt the warm air swirling past her privates. Before she could smooth the cloth down again she felt fingers searching for her most sensitive parts. She gave the driver a half-panicked look, and covered the other woman's hand with her own, but Keiko just laughed and then gave Sam's outer lips a light pinch before shifting gears again.

Keiko slowed the car a bit and Sam wondered why, until she noticed the guys in the SUV pulling up alongside them again. 

"No hands." Keiko commanded.

Sam thought about it for half a second then lost her nerve and kept her hands between her legs, Marilyn Monroe-style, while her dress flapped in the wind. The guys still got quite a show, the not-as-cute passenger leaning over his friend for a better look.

Keiko frowned at Sam for not giving the guys the Full Monte, then she did something that made Sam's eyes pop. She casually reached into the neckline of her dress and pulled one, and then the other of her full, round breasts out for all the world to see. 

The guys hooted and honked twice. Keiko smiled coolly and kept driving, as if she drove topless down the highway all the time, which, for all Sam knew, she did. Sam was afraid the guys in the truck were going to cause an accident, staring at Keiko's tits instead of the road. Keiko sped up and they followed. Traffic was relatively light, but there were still plenty of cars on the road, though none of them seemed to notice Keiko immediately. The guys had just about caught up again when Keiko checked her mirrors and braked, dropping several car lengths behind the SUV. She accelerated again, crossed two lanes of traffic and exited the highway, neatly giving the guys the slip.

She was laughing as she slowed onto a city street, shifted gears, and then casually tucked her breasts back into her dress.

"What the hell was that about?" Sam demanded, still in shock.

"I didn't want those guys to follow us. The driver was cute and all, but I didn't want it to get weird."

Sam stared at the other woman for a minute. 'Didn't want it to get weird?' Out loud she said, "I meant why did you show those guys your tits in the first place?"

"Because it was fun. Loosen up. You liked the way they were looking at your legs, admit it. You would have liked it better if they saw even more."

Sam thought about that. Did she? Would she? Keiko reached out her hand to stroke Sam's thigh again. She did like it when Keiko looked at her, and she wanted more of Arden's attention. But strangers? She decided the whole thing had been kind of exciting, now that the initial shock had worn off, but she couldn't imagine being as daring as Keiko wanted her to be.

The two of them pulled into the little strip mall with the Trader Joe's. It was Saturday afternoon and the place was fairly crowded, so Keiko chose a spot near the far end of a row to make sure no one parked too close. The walk to the store wasn't long, but even a couple of miles in from the coast the temperature was noticeably higher, and Sam was hot by the time they reached the door. The interior of the store was cold by comparison and Sam's nipples immediately contracted into hard points. She looked around nervously. Sure people were staring, and saw that Keiko looked like she had fat erasers trying to poke through her dress. 

"Relax," said Keiko. "Let people look if they want to. Some of them will even like it." She looked directly at Sam's chest and said in a husky voice, "I know I do." 

Sam felt a flush of heat. Actually, Keiko looked pretty good too. The dress clung to her curves in a way that left little to the imagination and plenty of tasty flesh on display. Keiko clearly enjoyed her attention, so Sam focused on enjoying her friend's attention in return.

Keiko grabbed a cart and the two of them made their way to the produce section. Sam followed as the other woman made selections for their upcoming meals, picking or discarding items with decisive confidence. Sam reminded her about Angela's request for a watermelon and the young chef made her way to a large bin where she started to examine the large green fruits one at a time, hefting them, turning them, and tapping them with her fingertips.

"Does that actually work, the thumping thing?"

Keiko put down the melon she was holding and selected another. "Yes," she said turning to her friend to demonstrate. "It's actually as much a feeling as a sound. It should feel like tapping a drum, tight. You should be able to feel the vibration all the way down to the palm of your hand as you hold it." She handed the heavy fruit to Sam and tapped it with her fingertips. "Feel that?" Sam nodded. "And look at the color on the bottom, a nice, creamy yellow. And the skin shouldn't be too shiny, and it should feel heavy for its size."

Sam laughed. "Wow, I didn't know there was so much to picking a watermelon." Then in a more serious voice. "You really know a lot about food, don't you?"

Keiko nodded, as she took the watermelon back and placed it in the cart. "It's my passion." She looked Sam up and down again. "One of them anyway."

They continued through the produce, Keiko all business. When they turned into the first aisle Keiko said, "You're so much taller than me. Can you get the olive oil off the top shelf?"

Sam looked at the display. There must have been twenty different varieties of olive oils—cold pressed, extra-virgin, organic, local and imported. "Which one?" 

The petite brunette pointed vaguely, "That one."

Sam reached for a bottle, "This one?"

"No, I think it's behind that one."

Sam stretched to see what the other woman was talking about. The bottle behind the one she'd put her hand on was just the same, so she reached for the one next to it. "This one?" she asked a little exasperated.

"I think the one I want got pushed to the back."

Sam stood on tiptoe and craned her neck to see the back of the shelf, stretching to move bottles as she did, "I don't see—" Suddenly she felt a hand rub her bare hip. She jerked her hand back so fast she nearly brought the whole shelf down with her. "Hey!"

Keiko backed up from where she had sidled up to Sam and was laughing. "Sorry, I was admiring the view and couldn't keep my hands off."

Sam frowned at first, then realized what a show she must have been giving, stretching in the short dress. She decided to go with it. She took a step back, looked up and down the aisle to make sure the coast was clear, and reached both hands over her head, facing Keiko. As she did her hem rode up, all the way to her hip on the side where it was cut shorter, and just barely covered her sex. "This view?"

"Oh yeah, that's it," said Keiko with a smirk.

Sam shifted her hips from side to side a couple of times and then dropped her hands, laughing. She glanced over her shoulder once to see if the coast was still clear and froze when she saw a middle aged man with a silly grin holding a shopping basket. Sam turned back to Keiko, eyes wide, and with as much dignity as she could muster, hurried to the next aisle. Keiko followed at a more sedate pace. When she caught up with her friend, they both started laughing. 

"Why didn't you tell me there was a guy watching?" Sam asked in mock fury.

The smaller woman shrugged. "Single guy, figured he would appreciate it."

"What makes you say he was single?" Sam asked, looking around making sure he wasn't following them.

"Hand basket, only single men pick those up, everyone else takes a cart."

Sam wasn't quite sure if her friend was being serious, but before she could ask the petite woman was bending to get something off a bottom shelf. Bending at the waist with her round ass perfectly displayed. She looked back at Sam and winked, then slid her dress up until Sam could just see the bottom of her shaved pussy lips. 

Sam's breath quickened and she looked around again. Keiko was straightening as Sam looked back. She wagged her eyebrows at Sam, put a jar of something in the cart and moved on down the aisle. Not to be outdone, Sam got Keiko's attention when she saw the coast was clear again. 

"I need to fix my shoe." She squatted down, pretending to adjust a strap, letting her knees fall wide and giving the other woman a clear view of her gaping sex. 

Keiko smiled in approval and the redhead stood up again before anyone else could see her, and they moved on through the store. They did some more legitimate shopping as they moved through aisles filled with other shoppers. Sam grabbed a few things she wanted for her room and promised to pay Keiko back. The other woman waved it off. They had found a temporary lull in the crowd, and Sam was trying to think what stunt she might pull next, when the curvy brunette turned around holding up a bag of dried pasta in each hand. Her boobs were out again.

"Which do you like better Farfalle or Fusilli?"

"What?" Sam was torn between lust and terror at the blatant display, and had no idea what her friend was talking about.

"Bow ties or spirals?" Keiko clarified, as if totally unaware of her exposure.

Sam looked around again, somebody would be coming any second, she tried to speak, but couldn't stop herself from staring at the ripe orbs in front of her with their huge, luscious nipples, just waiting to be sucked.

Keiko shrugged, "I like the bow ties." She put down one of the packages, put the other in the cart and casually tucked her breasts back into her dress just as a young hipster couple rounded the corner at the end of the aisle. They seemed completely unaware anything unusual had happened. Sam looked behind her to see if anyone else had seen and noted for the first time, small, black half-globes on the ceiling. "There are cameras in here."

Keiko shrugged again. "So maybe some bored security guy will get a thrill tonight if he reviews the security feed." She eyed the tall redhead. "I think I gave you a thrill, didn't I?"

Sam tried to look scandalized for a moment, and then started laughing, the tension draining out of her. "Girl, you are crazy!" She bit her lip. "But, yeah, I liked it."

They emerged from the end of the row where the meat and seafood cases were. "Ooh good. Alonzo is working today." She made a bee line for the seafood counter, and Sam hurried to keep up.

The young Hispanic man behind the counter was a little shorter and more macho looking than Sam usually went for, with wide shoulder and pecs that stood out through his white shirt. When he saw Keiko, however, his face lit up and his broad smile, white teeth, and especially his dimples, transformed him into someone more boyish and very handsome.

"Hi Alonzo, I want you to meet my friend Sam. Sam, Alonzo."

Alonzo turned that dazzling smile on Sam, inclining his head. He didn't exactly undress her with his eyes, he hardly needed to in the dress she was wearing, but his look was appreciative. Sam smiled back. "So," he said, turning back to Keiko. "What will it be today?"

"You know me," she said, looking coy, "I'll try anything as long as it's fresh and firm."

"Well, I'm sure I can find something firm for you. And everything I have is fresh."

Keiko laughed, these two had obviously played this game before, Sam thought. Either that or Alonzo was especially good at staying cool.

Keiko bent forward at the waist, giving the young man a good view of abundant cleavage. "How is the salmon?"

"Flown in from Alaska this morning."

Keiko looked up at Sam, "What do you think? Is it big enough?"

Sam got the hint and bent over too, face close to the glass and her full, white orbs barely contained by the soft fabric and thin straps of her dress. "Hmm," she said, playing along, "it looks big enough, but I'd want to see it up close."

"That could be arranged," Alonzo said from the other side of the counter. His voice had dropped in pitch, and though she couldn't see it, she could imagine the bulge forming in his pants.

Keiko stood up again, somewhat more business-like but still with a sparkle in her eye. "I'll take that one," she said pointing to the large salmon filet. "Any local scallops?"

Sam straightened and let the young chef get on with the serious business of picking seafood. Keiko asked pointed questions that Alonzo answered with easy confidence. She could see that Keiko liked him for more than just his pretty smile and ability to trade innuendo. She glanced around and noticed admiring looks from several men moving past. In the past she always avoided that kind of attention, but she tried to see it the way Keiko did, getting pleasure out of giving a little of it to others. She found herself smiling.

Her companion concluded her business, accepted several neatly wrapped white packages, and with a final wink, moved on. Sam smiled and waved as they moved off and was rewarded with another view of those extremely cute dimples. Keiko finally finished her shopping and the two of them headed for the checkout.

They got into a line with only one cart ahead of them. A skinny, spiky-haired kid with hugely stretched earlobes was checking out a middle aged, yuppie sort of woman who was talking away on her cell phone. The kid was busy ringing things up and didn't notice them at first, but when he did he did a double take and dropped the box of tofu he'd been scanning. The woman looked annoyed, but Sam saw the gleam of mischief in Keiko's eyes.




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Her friend readjusted her dress, casually pulling up on the straps in back so that it would drop in the front, revealing maximum cleavage. Sam grinned and did the same. The poor kid had to key in the price for a bundle of kale three times before he got it right. He finally got the other woman checked out and started on their items, his hands still clumsy as he watched Keiko unload the cart with deliberate slowness, bending low for everything she took out of the cart.

"Uh, how are you ladies today?" He was trying to sound cool, but his voice cracked a little, and Sam tried not to laugh.

"We're doing just fine," Keiko said, smiling innocently, though Sam could sense she smelled blood. In addition to the watermelon, she had picked out a honeydew and a cantaloupe, which she held in front of her chest. "Careful with these, I don't want bruised melons," she said, before placing them on the counter.

Sam almost lost it, and had to turn away to hide her grin. She couldn't believe Keiko was keeping a straight face. The checkout kid's eyes looked big as gumballs, but he managed to nod as he carefully handled the large fruits. Keiko hefted the watermelon next. "I really like the smaller melons," she said, maintaining a completely innocent tone of voice, "But the big ones are my favorite." she placed the watermelon on the conveyor belt. "How about you? What kind of melons do you like?"

Sam did lose it then, she had to turn around and fake a coughing fit until she could regain her composure. She heard the kid say, "I like all kinds." It came out in a squeak.

By the time Sam turned around Keiko was swiping her credit card. The checkout guy looked like he desperately wanted to say something, but didn't know what. Finally, he gave up and started bagging their groceries with a frustrated urgency. Keiko pretended not to notice. When he finished he managed, "Did you ladies need help out to your car?" in a hopeful voice.

"No thanks." Keiko said as she started to roll the cart, "We've got it. We're both experienced melon handlers."

Sam burst into wild giggles as soon as they were out the door, and Keiko finally let her innocent mask slip, laughing along. "I can't believe you could say all those things without losing your cool."

Keiko gave her a one shouldered shrug, "Missed my calling in Hollywood I guess."

On the way home Sam didn't think she could ever come close to Keiko's level of confident brazenness. On the other hand, she was able to keep one hand on the other woman's thigh as they drove, and let her own dress do what it would in the open breeze.



Naked Thirst Ch. 07



This is the last installment I plan on posting here, enjoy.

*****

The two women were still laughing at the checkout kid's reaction as they came in the door. They set the grocery bags on the counter, and before they even started to put things away, Keiko slipped out of her dress. Samantha didn't even hesitate this time before she took off the one she wore too.

"Would you take these and hang them in my closet, please. Oh, and my shoes too."

"Don't you want help putting away groceries?" Sam asked, taking the dress and sandals.

"No, I know where everything goes and you don't, and it saves me a trip upstairs."

Sam nodded and hurried off towards Keiko's room. She was getting more used to moving around the house nude, and was almost disappointed that no one seemed to be around. She left her own shoes in her room and then hurried back. Keiko was just putting away the last items when she returned.

"That was fast," Keiko said. "Can't stand to be away from me, huh?"

Sam smiled. "I didn't want you to get lonely, that's all." 

Keiko laughed. She glanced at the clock and then pressed her fingertips into her breasts. 

"Feels like its time to pump."

"Want some company?"

"Sure, although it's not very exciting after you've seen it once or twice."

"Well, I've only seen it once," said Samantha, remembering the fascination and arousal she'd felt the first time.

Keiko smiled. "Pull up a seat," she said gesturing to the bar stools. Samantha grabbed a fresh towel, tossed it on a stool, and sat down. The dark-haired woman got herself a bottle of water and a protein bar, before she set out her equipment. "Got to have quality in to get quality out," she said.

The two of them chatted as Keiko got set up and started the pump. Samantha found the process almost hypnotic as the other woman's nipples were tugged as if with invisible fingers, over and over again. Keiko even had Sam hold one of the cones in place while she ate her protein bar and had some water.

"Ten ounces," Keiko announced proudly when she was done. "A new record. Having you around must be good for my milk supply."

Samantha grinned, irrationally proud of herself, and then asked a question that had been on her mind. "Does it feel good?" She glanced at the machine. "When you pump I mean."

"Yes, I like it."

Sam's look turned sly. "Does it turn you on?"

The brunette nodded. "Yeah, it does." She lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "I sometimes like to masturbate while I pump."

Samantha's eyes got round and her breath quickened a little. "Is that normal?" She regretted the question as soon as it came out of her mouth, but the other woman just laughed.

"I don't think you can call much of what happens in this house 'normal,' but no. I don't think it's typical of most nursing mothers. But then I'm not a nursing mother, which makes a huge difference. Angela says that most woman experience some degree of arousal when they nurse their babies, but because they don't think those feelings are appropriate they suppress them or manage to experience them as non-sexual. She thinks that the women who would find what I do most disgusting and disturbing are the ones who did find nursing sexually pleasurable and therefore have huge conflicts about it." She paused to store her milk in the refrigerator. "I've never experienced lactation as a maternal thing, so there's no conflict for me, just pleasure. Maybe it'll be weird when I have children of my own, I don't know, but for now I'm just enjoying it." She took a couple of steps to put herself inside Samantha's personal space and lowered her voice to a more intimate tone. "My nipples have always been extremely sensitive, maybe because of my condition. Sometimes I can climax from nipple stimulation alone."

Samantha swallowed. "The pump feels that good?"

"Good enough to make me come?" She took another step closer, her thigh brushing Sam's knee where she sat on the bar stool. "No, I need a real mouth for that. But it does feel good. You want to try it?"

Sam wasn't sure she could speak, so she just nodded, her green eyes fixed on Keiko's brown ones. The day had been filled with sexual energy, and Sam was so horny she was ready to try anything. Keiko reached for the jar of coconut oil, unscrewed the top and used two fingers to begin smearing it onto Samantha's rosy buds. The white substance turned clear and melted as soon as it was warmed by contact with her skin. Sam sucked in a breath as dark, delicate fingers massaged the slippery liquid on and around her hardening, pale nipples.

"Wait," Sam said, "What if someone sees us?"

"Then, unlike you, they will politely go away and leave us alone." She said it with a smile, but Sam still blushed.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure." And she silenced Sam with a quick kiss.

Keiko wiped her hand on a towel and pressed the cones of the pump to Samantha's breasts. They still held droplets of Keiko's milk. "Hold these," she instructed. "They're not sized for someone as big as you, so you may need to press a little to maintain the seal. I did get the extra-long tubes though, so you can turn around without pulling the cones off."

Samantha nodded again and pressed the silicone funnels to her chest. The bottles had been removed but they were still connected to the tubes from the machine. She turned so she could watch the other woman, and started a little when Keiko first turned on the pump, the tug on her nipples was unexpected but not unpleasant.

"That feel okay?"

"Yeah," Sam licked her lips. "That feels good."

Keiko adjusted a setting on the machine and the tug got a little stronger. "Still good?"

Samantha cringed, feeling a little shock each time the pump pulled at her tender flesh. After a few moments she started to relax and nodded. "It's good."

"Okay, I'm going to run you through my cycle. It will start out slow and gentle and then after a little while it will speed up and get a little stronger."

Sam closed her eyes and let herself get used to the strange sensation. It was sort of like having someone suck on her nipples, but without the warm lips and tongue. It made the feeling sharper, not painful, but different than anything she'd felt before. After a minute, she decided she liked it.

"That nice?" Keiko asked. 

"Mmmhmm," she murmured with half closed eyes. 

Keiko gently pressed on Samantha's shoulder, turning her so that her back was to the counter. As promised the tubes had enough slack to leave the cones undisturbed. Keiko bumped the red-head's knees apart with her hip. Sam, on the stool, was eye level with the other woman, and leaned forward to meet her for a kiss. Keiko's firm breasts pressed into the back of her hands as Samantha held the steadily tugging cones tightly to her chest. The two women's lips met and parted, making room for questing tongues. Sam relished Keiko's delicate mouth. She still thought she was more attracted to men than women, but she was quickly learning to love the sweet softness of a feminine kiss. She was lost in bliss when the strength and urgency of the pulling on her nipples abruptly increased. She gasped and Keiko leaned back to look at her face.

"Does it still feel good?"

"Yeah."

Keiko smiled and leaned forward to kiss Sam's smooth, pale neck. The pump kept up its steady rhythm, coaxing pleasure, just on the edge of pain, from her now swollen breast tips, her hands again pleasantly trapped between the two woman's generous bosoms. Keiko kissed her way down to the hollow of Samantha's throat, making goose bumps break out on her skin. Sam wanted to touch her hair, bury her fingers in the long, dark tresses, but her hands were occupied. So she restrained herself and let the other woman have control. Keiko put a soft kiss on the back of each of Samantha's hands and then kissed down her belly. She squirmed at the combination of ticklishness and pleasure. 

Keiko kept working her way downward and Samantha had a moment of self-consciousness as she felt delicate hands part the hair covering her sex. Unlike the fully shaved Angela or the neatly trimmed Keiko, Sam only shaved enough of her thick red thatch to keep it from spilling out of her bathing suit. Her worries melted, however, as soon as Keiko ran her tongue over Samantha's swollen inner lips. The experience was new to her. She and Beth had never gone below the waist, and the feeling was different from the sloppy enthusiasm of her high school partner, or the more skillful but rough attentions of her more recent boyfriend. Keiko's mouth was soft and lush, without the sandpaper stubble of a man. Her tongue was delicate, yet firm, and seemed to reach places no one else ever had.

Samantha moaned again and adjusted her position, leaning back on the counter and balancing carefully on the edge of the stool to give the other woman better access to her throbbing sex. The machine kept up its relentless tugging while Keiko went to work on her clit. Samantha's pale skin was flushed and her breathing quick as her mind was flooded with sensation. She looked down to see the small, dark-haired woman crouched between her legs, her hands on Samantha's knees for balance as her mouth sucked hungrily at her core. Their eyes met as Keiko looked up at her through her course patch of curling red hair, and a shock of desire pulsed through her. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, letting the pleasure build like a spring being wound tight. Between the pump above and Keiko below Samantha didn't have long to wait. Her climax crashed over her like a sudden wave making her double up and almost knocking her off of the stool. Wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her until she was panting and hanging onto the edge of the counter. 

Keiko stood, helped Samantha regain her balance, and gently pressed on the flesh of her breast to break the seal of one cone and then the other. As she gathered up the tubes and turned off the machine Sam studied her nipples in amazement. They looked huge. Dark red, distended and swollen, they glistened with the remnants of the coconut oil. She reached up to run her fingers over one and immediately regretted it.

"Owww!" She said out loud, as a deep down, throbbing ache started in each breast.

Keiko looked at her with concern. "Oh, sweetie. Does it hurt?"

Samantha cupped her breasts protectively. "Yes." She took a couple of calming breaths and the throbbing seemed to recede a little. "But it was worth it." She gave Keiko a reassuring smile and a quick kiss on the lips. The smaller woman sighed into her mouth and Samantha realized that their encounter had been one sided. "Do you want me to, um, reciprocate?" she asked, glancing at the other woman's neatly shaved mound.

"I've got a better idea," she said stepping back from the kiss. "You know how I said you could help me out sometime so I don't have to pump at night. Maybe you could do that tonight."

Samantha smiled, "You want me to uh, give you some relief?"

"Uh huh, you could sleep in my bed tonight." She looked just vulnerable and uncertain enough to make Samantha melt. 

"Sure, that sounds nice." She closed her eyes and wavered on the stool, suddenly drowsy after her orgasm, not to mention an exciting day, preceded by a poor nights sleep. 

"You look like you could use a nap."

Sam nodded. "You need any help cleaning up?" 

Keiko was already hand washing the bottles and breast cones. "No, I've got it. Go get some sleep. I'll see you at dinner."

***

Sam had a very satisfying nap, and wouldn't have woken up in time to eat if she hadn't set an alarm. She stumbled to the bathroom, really needing to pee. She finished and stared at herself in the mirror as she washed her hands. Her hair was tousled and a little flat on one side where she had slept. She grabbed her brush and worked at her hair, oddly aware of her heavy breasts swaying as she did so. She couldn't remember going this long without a bra since puberty. She had never really lived alone and she always felt self-conscious without one, even if she was just lounging around her dorm room with Beth. Yet somehow, for the moment at least, and for the first time in her adult life, she felt comfortable in her skin.

Arriving first Sam noted towels on all the chairs and was not disappointed when Angela and Rich arrived in the same state of undress as her. Arden, who must have gotten home while she slept, was naked as well and looked almost as good as the last time she'd seen him without his clothes, he was only lacking his lovely erection. Dinner was light, small salmon fillets on a bed of greens with Angela's requested watermelon for desert, and delicious, made better by the abundant eye candy. Afterward, Sam didn't hesitate to follow the family out to the pool.

The sun was setting fiery-orange over the ocean. It was easy to take west coast sunsets for granted after a while, but Samantha stopped and appreciated this one. Everything seemed enhanced this evening, the feel of the concrete under her bare feet, the rose-tinted light making her hair shine like flame, the air caressing her naked skin, and the smell of salt from the ocean. Rich offered her a glass of wine, but she opted to join Arden in the pool instead. She watched him execute a flawless dive off the springboard. She used the stairs. The water felt warm after being heated by the sun all day, especially compared to the cooling evening air. Los Angeles was a desert climate, and even in mid-August the nights could be quite cool.

The water caressed her skin as Samantha slid into a languid breast stroke. She was still amazed at how much different swimming felt without a suit and didn't think she would ever want to wear one again. Sam had just crossed into the deep end when something passed beneath her, and she felt sharp tug on her foot. She yelped, instinctively pulled herself into a ball, and dunked herself. She came up spluttering with Arden bobbing near by, laughing out loud. Samantha recovered quickly and splashed him in the face. She had two brothers, and she knew how to give as well as she got in a splash fight. 

Water flew in all directions until Arden, breathless with laughter said, "I give, I give!"

Samantha, laughing herself, gave him on last, half-hearted splash and then glided backward to rest her elbows on the side of the pool. She was aware of the way the sloshing water moved her breasts, floating just under the surface, backlit by the pool lights in the gathering dusk. She glanced up towards the house. Angela and 

Rich were sitting by the now lighted fire pit, drinking wine and looking on indulgently. Arden kicked off from the opposite wall and in two powerful strokes was at her side. Samantha's heart was beating fast, but whether it was from their horse-play or his nearness, she wasn't sure. 

"Sorry," he said. "You looked so calm and tranquil, I couldn't resist."

"So the first thing you think when you see a girl looking peaceful is, 'Hey, I think I'll dunk her?'"

He shrugged. "What can I say? I like to shake things up."

"I'm sure you do." Samantha said, thinking of the way he shook the bed while he was pounding into Keiko. As she thought back to his hard cock and pistoning hips, she was suddenly glad she wasn't a guy, because she'd have no way to hide her erection. Distracted by her own arousal, she groped for a conversation topic.

"So when you were telling us about Europe last night," she began, latching onto the only detail she really knew about him, besides where he was going to school, "You mentioned someplace I hadn't heard of. Cap Dag-something?"

"Cap d'Agde. It's a port city on the French Mediterranean."

"Famous for its nightlife?" Every other stop on his itinerary had been.

His blue eyes sparkled in the reflected light from the water, blonde hair turned to honey from being wet. "Not so much, although the nightlife is great. It's more famous for the Village Naturiste. The naked city."

"Naked city?" It sounded like the title of a Raymond Chandler novel.

"Largest nudist resort in the world. It has a year round population of about 12,000 but over the summer that grows to over 40,000. The beach is the main draw, of course, but you can do anything without clothes, shop, eat, get groceries, they even have a bank."

"And people do everything nude?" She thought about the fuss over getting dressed for the store and imagined not having to worry about clothes at all.

"Almost everything. It's France, people still like to dress up and go out to dinner at night. But, yeah, its one of the few places on earth where it's practical to live your whole life naked."

"Wow, that's cool."

"It is. Our family goes every year for a couple weeks in July. When we went this year I stayed for a while after everyone else came home. You should come with us next year."

"I don't think I can afford two weeks in France on a secretary's salary."

The young man waved the objection away. "My parents pay Keiko's way. I'm sure they would cover you too."

It was an amazing offer, but given how much had happened in the last twenty four hours, a year seemed like a lifetime away. "I'll think about it," she promised.

He seemed satisfied with that. Samantha thought of another question. "Has your family always been nudists?"

He nodded. "As long as I can remember."

"Was that weird at all? I mean what did your friends think?"

"Most of them didn't know. You've seen how my parents are, they can keep it pretty low key when they want to." He chuckled to himself. "Although my mom really pushed the envelope with some of her swimsuits when I was older. Between her, and my dad's models running around, this quickly became the favorite place for all my guy friends to hang out."

Samantha smiled. "I'll bet." She could picture a gaggle of horny teenaged guys hanging around the pool drooling over Angela or some eastern European babe that Rich was photographing.

"We have nudist friends too," he added. "There's a big resort near here and we spent a lot of time there when I was a kid."

"Sorting through your family vacation pics sounds more interesting for you than it ever was for me."

He laughed. "Yeah, it can be tricky when relatives want to look through some of our old albums. My dad's folks know all about it and are cool, but my mom's mom got a real eyeful once."

"Sounds awkward."

"You have no idea."

"So I guess you grew up without all the usual hang-ups about your body."

Arden made a snorting sound. "Hardly. I went through a serious pudgy, pimply stage in my early teens. I thought my parents were weirdoes, and I refused to be naked in front of anyone, or around anyone who was naked, for nearly two years. I spent an entire two weeks indoors on one of our trips to France."

Samantha tried to picture the confident, handsome, and very fit young man next to her as a pimply-faced teen hiding in his room. Then she remembered herself as a top-heavy and painfully self-conscious thirteen year-old and could sympathize. "That must have been hard."

He shrugged. "Growing up is hard for everyone, I guess, and I have it easier than most people. My parents were extremely patient. They just kept doing their thing and waited for me to come around."

"Which you obviously did." He didn't seem to have the slightest shred of modesty or insecurity about his body.

"Yeah, I got over it. It helped when Keiko moved in." He added, grinning. "Gave me motivation to come out of my room anyway." 

They turned their heads at the sound of the sliding door opening, and as if on cue, Keiko came out of the house. The dark-haired woman stopped to say a few words to Arden's parents and then made her way to the pool. She executed a neat dive off the side and arrowed her way underwater toward the pair.

Her head popped up, reminding Sam of a silky-haired, brown-eyed otter. "Hey," she said, "What are you two talking about?"




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"Me as a dorky teen. Oh, and I was telling her about Cap d'Agde."

"Ooh, I love that place." She turned to Samantha. "You should go with us next time."

Sam laughed. "Okay, okay. I suppose I'll let you drag me off to the south of France."

"Good." Arden said, and seemed to mean it. He looked down at the heavy silver watch on his wrist that Samantha assumed was a dive watch. 

"Hey, sorry to abandon two lovely ladies, but I'm meeting some friends and I need to go get ready."

Keiko gave him a playful splash. "Sure, just as soon as I get here."

"Samantha will keep you company. Won't you Samantha?"

"Of course." She said, enjoying the easy banter. 

Arden turned, put his hands on the side of the pool, and Samantha enjoyed the up-close view of his sleek body as he easily vaulted from the water. He stopped to say something to his parents, drying himself with a towel as he did, and then disappeared into the house. 

Keiko watched Sam watching Arden. "You like him."

It was more of a statement than a question, but Samantha was caught off guard and felt she needed to answer. "He's a good looking guy."

"Yes, he is." She took Arden's place on the edge of the pool so she could stop treading water. 

Samantha hesitated, studying her own wavering form under the water, then asked, "Is he your boyfriend?"

The darker woman looked thoughtful. "No, not the way you mean. He's very special to me. I suppose you could say he's more than a boyfriend, and less. I don't really have a word for it."

"So when he was off partying in Europe this summer you weren't worried about him being with another girl?"

"He was with lots of other girls. He sent me pictures."

Samantha's eyebrows rose. She was trying to understand the relationships she suddenly found herself a part of, but it went beyond her experience. "What about Angela and Rich? What are they to you?"

"Friends, lovers, employers, family. Labels aren't important. We're all happy."

"And nobody gets jealous?"

"Why would we?"

"I don't know, it's human nature."

Keiko nodded her expression patient. "And so are hatred, and mistrust, and envy. Just because we have negative feelings, that doesn't mean we have to give in to them." She glanced towards the older couple by the fire, holding hands and talking quietly. "Look at them. They've been together for twenty one years. She wants nothing more than for him to be happy, and he wants the same for her. So if having sex with a beautiful woman makes him happy, why would she deny him? And if the attentions of some lovely man give her joy, why wouldn't he want her to have that? It simply requires a generosity of spirit that most people are afraid to embrace."

Samantha thought about what the other woman had said. "I'm not sure if I could be that generous."

Keiko looked at her seriously. "Why not?"

"I don't know. I'm just afraid that I'd get jealous, that I couldn't help it."

"So were you jealous when you saw Arden and I together?"

"What?" That image of Arden pounding away flashed into her head again and she felt a surge of desire. "Um, no. But that was different."

"Why?" 

Samantha felt herself squirming a little under the intensity of the other woman's questions. But she liked Keiko and wanted Keiko to like her, so she tried to think about her answer. "I guess because I was just watching. It's not like I was part of the relationship."

"And how did you feel when you saw Arden and I enjoying ourselves?"

Sam blushed. "I liked it. It was hot."

"And if you were in a relationship with one of us, if you cared about us more, would that make it less hot?"

Samantha looked into the other woman's eyes and felt heat coming from her gaze. "I don't know, I guess not." She paused then continued in a quieter voice, as much to herself as to her companion, "It might make it hotter."

Keiko rewarded her with a warm smile. "I'm ready for some wine, and my skin is getting pruny. Join me by the fire?"

"Sure."

Keiko turned and pushed herself out of the water nearly as effortlessly as Arden had. She followed, with somewhat less grace, distracted by trying to process all they had discussed. She wasn't sure if she could share lovers as easily as the rest of them apparently could. She scraped her hip painfully on the side of the pool. She sighed. Clearly, she was going to have to work on her upper body strength, and on her generosity of spirit. 

Samantha and Keiko shared the rest of the wine as they talked with Angela and Rich. She went over her class schedule with Angela again and Keiko mentioned some ideas she had for the next week's menu. Eventually, Angela said she was going to go in and watch a movie and Rich went with her. Keiko felt at her breasts, pressing gently on the tops and sides.

"The pump calls again," she said.

"Wow that really is a regular thing."

Keiko laughed, and Sam realized it was a dumb comment. "Yes, it really is a regular thing," she said dryly. "Six times a day, every day, plus once at night." Then she added in a gentler tone. "You still want to help me with that?"

Sam nodded. "Sure. Do you want company for this pumping too?"

Keiko patted Sam's knee affectionately. "You can hang with me if you want, but I have a movie I've been watching in fifteen minute chunks. It doesn't always need to be as exciting as this afternoon."

Sam took that as a hint that Keiko wanted some alone time, and didn't mind giving it to her. After all, they planned on sleeping together that night.

"Okay," Sam said. "I guess I'll take another shower. Third one today."

Keiko laughed, "Yeah, what water Angela and Rich save on doing laundry we all make up for in showers. I should be in my room by the time you feel like coming to bed."

Sam nodded, gave Keiko a kiss, and headed inside.

***

Samantha took her time in her room. She used the bathroom, took a shower, even put on a little make-up, which was silly, she knew. It wasn't like she was going on a date. It was only about ten when she finally came out of her bathroom. She wasn't sure when Keiko usually went to bed, but she seemed like the early rising type and she didn't want to keep her waiting too long. At the last minute she grabbed her smart phone and noticed several texts from Beth. She would have to decide how much to tell her soon. 

Keiko was propped up in bed on several pillows when Samantha arrived, covers pulled up under her breasts. She patted the bed next to her, in front of an equally high pillow pile. The bedside light was on, though the overhead light was off.

"I don't know when you usually go to sleep. I usually read for a while to unwind first."

Samantha noticed that there was a tablet propped up on the Keiko's knees that she was reading from. Sam crawled under the covers next to Keiko and adjusted the pillows. The sheets were cool and soft on her bare skin. She was reminded of slumber parties she'd had with girlfriends as a kid, though those didn't take place in the nude. Sam glanced at the tablet but couldn't make out the script. She assumed it was in Japanese.

Keiko caught the direction of her look. "It's a novel by Banana Yoshimoto, called Mizumi or The Lake. It's about a woman who falls in love with a man with a dark past, among other things. It's been translated into English."

"But you prefer to read in Japanese?" Samantha had always envied people who were bilingual. She'd taken enough Spanish to get by in a tourist town, but she didn't fool herself into thinking she was fluent.

"I go back and forth. My parents insisted I go to Japanese school on Saturdays after we moved to the States. They didn't want me to lose my language or my heritage. I don't want to either, so I make sure I practice once in a while."

Samantha remembered that Keiko said her parent's didn't approve of her career choice. "Do your parents know what you do?"

"With who? You?" She laughed and Samantha joined her. "They know I'm a private chef. My mother keeps asking me when I'm going to get married and my dad wants me to go back to school. Luckily, I have a rebellious younger brother and he's occupying their attention at the moment." She smiled again but it seemed a little sad.

"Do you get to see your parents very often?"

"No, they live in San Francisco, but the main issue is hiding the pumping. There is only so often I can have to go to the bathroom. So I tend to make my visits short."

Samantha hadn't considered the logistics of traveling and maintaining her pumping regimen, and she was once again impressed at the woman's commitment. "Is it worth it? All the trouble you go to?"

"Oh yes," she said without hesitation. "The rewards far outweigh the inconveniences."

Samantha let Keiko get back to her reading while she looked through Beth's texts. Mostly they were questions about Arden followed by increasingly snarky questions about whether she'd been kidnapped by aliens or something. She finally replied that no, she hadn't been kidnapped, but she hadn't had her phone on her all day and that Arden was, in fact, cute and turned out to be a nice guy as well. She left out the rest of the details. If, or when, she told Beth about Keiko, or the nudism, or anything else, it wouldn't be by text. Beth didn't reply right away so she set her phone aside and unstacked the pillows. Between the poor night's sleep the night before, all the excitement of the day and a couple of glasses of wine, she was having a hard time staying awake, even after the nap.

Keiko noticed her settling in and turned off the lamp, though she kept reading. Samantha turned on her side, away from the light of the tablet and smiled as she felt Keiko absently stroking her shoulder. In minutes she was asleep.

Soft chimes seemed to wake her moments later. She blinked, disoriented before she felt a gentle hand smoothing back her hair. "It's time."

Samantha rubbed at her eyes, coming more fully awake. "It's midnight already?"

"Twelve thirty. I thought I'd let you get at least a couple of hours of sleep." Keiko was still speaking softly and stroking Sam's hair. "I'm about to bust though."

Samantha turned to face the other woman. Dim light was coming from her tablet on the bedside table.

"Here, feel." Keiko guided Samantha's hand to her left breast. It was firm, almost hard, and warm.

"You want me to relieve the pressure?"

"Please." She said it in a breathy voice that made Samantha's groin tighten pleasantly.

Sam propped herself up on one elbow and swept her hair out of her face. Keiko put a hand behind her head and guided her gently to a swollen breast. 

"Get all the areola in your mouth if you can."

Samantha nodded into the other woman's flesh and did as she was instructed. She still had some trepidation. She'd been drinking Keiko's milk all week and had known about it all day. But the thought of actually drinking from another woman's breast still seemed strange. She sucked gently at first as was immediately rewarded with a flush of sweetness on her tongue as the first drops began to leak out. The combined sensation of pressing her bare flesh against the other woman's body while tasting the milk on her tongue sent a warm, pleasant pulse to Samantha's core. She began to suck harder, pulling as much of Keiko's firm breast into her mouth as she could. Keiko let out a sound that was between a sigh and a moan and hot milk flowed into Sam's eager mouth. 

Her doubts vanished as her mouth filled, and she became anxious to fill it some more. Sam settled her weight onto one elbow and draped her other arm across Keiko's chest. She tried to imitate the steady, rhythmic pull of the breast pump, and almost choked trying to coordinate the sucking and swallowing as the milk rushed into her mouth.

"Easy." Keiko breathed. "Just let it come, there's no hurry."

Samantha took a deep breath through her nose and tried to relax. Now that the milk was flowing, she found that it didn't take much pressure to keep it coming and she began to enjoy the purely gustatory sensation of the savory, sweet liquid flowing over her tongue. She notice that as she drank the flavor of the milk changed subtly. It had started out thin, with a noticeably earthy-musky aftertaste, but now seemed to thicken becoming richer and sweeter, filling her mouth with a sensation of creaminess. 

Keiko's reaction began to shift as well. She made steady low noises in her throat and began to squirm her hips. Samantha ran her fingers over Keiko's unoccupied nipple and found it erect and wet with leaking milk. She trailed her hand down the other woman's body and smiled into her breast when she found Keiko's hand busy between her own thighs. She went back to idly playing with the leaking nipple while she emptied the first breast.

Eventually, the steady stream of warm liquid began to slow, and Samantha took long, slow pulls to get the last of the creamy treasure. Keiko was breathing fast, clearly aroused by the attention. Samantha finally released the luscious bud and raised her head, marveling at how the woman's already large nipple seemed to have doubled in size after her ministrations. She smiled at Keiko, whose eyes were full of heat, and pressed her tingling lips to the other woman's full, eager ones.

They kissed for a few moments, Samantha sharing the taste of Keiko's own milk with her, before the still masturbating woman eagerly guided Sam to her other breast. The two of them adjusted their positions. Keiko half turned on her side to give Samantha better access to her breast, while pulling one foot up towards her body, to support herself and further spread her legs.

Sam barely got her lips around Keiko's swollen nipple when milk began to flood her mouth in a steady stream. She simply swallowed for a while until the rush became a dribble and then began to gently suck. She was still supporting herself on one arm while she wrapped the other behind the smaller woman's back, pressing them together. Keiko's right arm was trapped between their bodies and Sam could feel the muscles flex as she worked furiously at her clit. Samantha pulled harder at the other woman's breast and was rewarded with a gasp and a moan. Milk was flowing as fast as she could swallow and she experimented with flicking her tongue side to side over the spurting bud in her mouth. Keiko's whole body tensed and Sam could feel her hand moving even faster. She alternated sucking and flicking her tongue, pausing to swallow as the milk threatened to spill down her chin. Suddenly, Keiko crushed herself against Sam and then started to buck her hips. At the same time milk sprayed into Sam's mouth in tiny, forceful jets. A little milk did trickle out then, spilling out the sides of Sam's mouth where it pressed into Keiko's firm flesh.

Keiko's body slowly relaxed and Samantha drew her head back to catch her breath, milk dripping down her chin. This time Keiko lingered in the kiss that Sam offered until the redhead drew back with a smile.

"Mmmm, how was that?" Sam asked. She could feel milk cooling on her own breasts where it had leaked out as their bodies were pressed together.

"Amazing," the darker woman answered in a dreamy voice. "Your lips are so full and soft, I love how they feel. And that thing you did with you tongue was incredible."

Samantha beamed. She'd never really been praised as a lover before, and it made her feel warm inside. She leaned forward and they kissed again, long and deep. When they broke Keiko lay back on her pillows and Samantha snuggled against her chest. Sam was starting to feel drowsy when she felt the other woman shift. Keiko was gently squeezing her right breast. 

"I think there is a little more in here. If you aren't too tired, do you mind getting it all?"

Truthfully, Samantha was feeling full. Eight or ten ounces of milk wasn't really that much, maybe half of a kitchen glass. But then Sam wasn't in the habit of drinking glasses of whole milk in the middle of the night, or anytime until lately. But she didn't really mind. "Sure," she said.

She draped herself over Keiko's chest and latched onto the protruding nub. She sucked slowly and deeply, drawing out the rich liquid. Keiko sighed contentedly and started to stroke Samantha's hair. The warn contact, the heavy feeling of a full belly, and the gentle touch on her hair soon had Sam in a state of half sleep. She was barely aware of releasing the exhausted breast and settling into the crook of Keiko's arm, the pleasant scents of milk and sex and warm skin in her nose, before she fell into a deep and contented sleep.