2 comments/ 57413 views/ 15 favorites The Model Sells For Her Uncle By: The Big Bopper Chapter One Lindsay Cole is a vivacious 19-year-old, fresh out of high school, from a good close-knit family, loved by her parents and siblings. She shunned the possibility of further study at a college or university because her mind was set on a modelling career. It was certainly achievable with her picture-perfect good looks. Most said that she looked like her mother, who at 39, was still a striking looking woman. The only difference in them was that mom was a natural blonde, while Lindsay had obviously got her flowing shiny red locks from her dad and his shock of careless red hair. Many teenagers don't know what they want to do when that exciting time comes to leave school, but Lindsay was determined to be a model from as early as 13. Her parents had PAY-TV and she had found herself drawn to the Fashion TV channel while all of her friends were watching MTV and the V channel. She had completed a deportment course in after-school hours this past year and it had been her favourite uncle who had recommended her for this first job that she now enjoyed so much. For Lindsay, it was almost the ideal position in a small business manufacturing and marketing very up-market and exclusive intimate apparel. For most of the time, she was the office junior, running errands as well as data entry … but only until one of their many retail clients came to view the latest range of lingerie. That's when fresh former schoolgirl Lindsay took on a new persona. The moment that she wore the fashionable, but cheeky, items that the company sold, Lindsay revealed an image that was confident and mature way beyond her 19 years. She lifted her head with grace, her shoulders firm and back so that her curvaceous young, upturned breasts thrust forward to show off whatever bra she was displaying to its best advantage. As she walked – no, as she strutted - with confidence, in front of whatever buyer was here today, her moves were just like the models she had admired on Fashion TV for years. She felt just like those glamorous Victoria's Secret models, but without the stupid wings and feathers. And when she had walked the length of the narrow but long showroom, she would stop at the far wall and let them take in her moulded arse cheeks in the panties that she was showing, before turning gracefully, her head thrown back to accentuate her long neck. Lindsay would drop one hand down beside her, the other resting on her naked hip. The fingers splayed and pointing downward toward her barely clothed crotch in a provocative look-at-me pose that drew the buyer's attention to the flimsy panties or stockings and garter that she was promoting at that time. It was like this 19-year-old was oozing sex, yet through her close family upbringing and with only having had one boyfriend, her personal life couldn't be further away from the image she created to help sell the lingerie for her employer. Very few of her fellow workers got to see her this way, because the private showings for buyers usually only included the salesman (her uncle) and the buyer … most retail store buyers were women. Lindsay had initially experienced some trepidation at appearing so intimately clothed in front of her uncle – David Richards, who was her mom's older brother. He was 42, happily married with two daughters of his own, they were slightly older than Lindsay. But she had known this man all of her life and he was the perfect gentleman every time she was with him, so careful and circumspect in his contacts with her … never a hint of paedophilia in the way that some lechering uncles are portrayed. Although Lindsay had needed to overcome a hurdle when, after her initial success in modelling the range for buyers, she began to be asked to regularly wear the prototypes of new lingerie designs in front of the company owner, Mr. Cummings. He was an older man, she guessed that he might be in his fifties, and her first near-naked time in front of him was very difficult. Particularly when either he or the designer – his wife – would slip their fingers into the waistband or leg band of panties or down the front of the bra between the material and her smooth breast skin. Of course, their intentions were quite pure, simply checking features or fit of the new designs, but Lindsay found it quite extraordinary to feel the skin and nails of this couple so intimately close to parts of her that had only been previously touched by her boyfriend. The boyfriend, Brad! Yes, she had known him all through high school, but they had only become sexually active when she was 16. While they had been very close and the sex between them was quite good, just lately they had grown apart and they mutually agreed to cool their relationship for a while. Lindsay had not been on many dates since their split, but Brad seemed to have already taken up with another girl, disappointing Lindsay who had looked on this time as an opportunity for them to experience a range of others. She didn't dwell on it, but Lindsay often thought that the greatest downside to not going steady with one guy was how much she missed the regular sex. She was not the type who would put out after casual dates, so it had been about 6 months of celibacy for her since breaking up with Brad. The excitement of her new job took her mind off missing the sex most of the time, but she had to admit that when she wore the sexiest lingerie items, she did wish that she were wearing them for Brad to see. Chapter Two Mr. Cummings had seemed to be most impressed that the fifth year anniversary of his small business was coming up and he planned a celebration dinner in a function room at one of the city's leading hotels. All of the 30 staff were invited … Lindsay was excitedly looking forward to being part of the celebrations of this business that she had only joined 6 months ago. Somehow, the owner had such a way about him that he made you feel like you were such an integral part of the company's success. Lindsay guessed that was why everybody seemed to enjoy working there … she never heard any other staff whingeing about the place. Two days before the dinner, her Uncle David called her in to his office. "Lindsay, I am sorry to do this to you, I know you and everyone else has been so looking forward to the dinner this week." The look of disappointment was already forming on Lindsay's beautiful face before he could tell her the problem and David felt worse. "Honey, it's just that the Exotica chain of boutiques have always resisted putting in our range. But the buyer is in town for one day only – and of course, it has to be this Wednesday." Lindsay saw where this was heading and tried to reason around the obvious, "We could show the range during the day." "Good try honey, I already suggested that to her, but she's booked up calls on her regular suppliers from nine until five. She called to offer me a chance to impress her, but she said it would have to be at six if we want to sell her. I did try to reason with her, but she is a real bitch and her attitude is 'meet me at my time or not at all'." Lindsay was surprised to hear her uncle describe this new buyer as a bitch, he was always so circumspect about other people and never put anybody down. Uncle David could somehow see the best in everybody he met. He continued, "I have talked to the boss, we think we can have you show the items and I can push the sale and we can still be at the dinner by 7.30. He's already put back the serving time by half an hour, just so you and I can be a part of it." Lindsay was going to go on about her mother buying her a new cocktail dress to wear to the dinner, but she realised that it wasn't Uncle David's fault. She could see how disappointed he was too … and she knew that his disappointment would be as much for his niece as for himself. So Wednesday night at 5.45, Lindsay and Uncle David were gearing up for their big presentation to the prospective new client. To speed things along, Lindsay was already wearing the first knock-out lingerie ensemble and had put a robe over the intimate apparel – a sexy low-cut bra with matching thong panties in a deep maroon with black trim colouring. She felt good in these items that had already proven to be one of the most successful combinations in the range this season. Even though when she wore the thong panties, she felt like her arse was naked … the material was so thin and tucked itself so deeply into the cleavage of her arse. From inside the showroom just off the front reception, David and Lindsay both heard the familiar ding of the elevator stopping at their floor. All of the other staff had left early to prepare for the Dinner that night, so the floor had been deserted for over an hour. David checked his watch, "Right on six, at least she's punctual," and he rose to go and greet the famed bitchiest lingerie buyer of them all. Lindsay could hear David and the woman making some small talk outside and Lindsay checked her watch nervously, wanting to get this over with quickly … such was her excitement about attending the dinner. The cocktail dress that her mother had bought her was hanging up in the change room beside the lingerie sets. Eventually, Uncle David appeared in the doorway and stood back to allow the possible new client to enter the room. "Liz, I would like you to meet our model, this is the very lovely Lindsay." The woman stepped forward and stretched out her hand to shake Lindsay's. The grip was firm, like a man's, squeezing Lindsay's dainty hand hard. The two women seemed to take a lingering moment to appraise each other, but it could only be on initial appearances, since no words had yet transpired between them. Liz wore her hair back tightly drawn into a bun, she looked to be about forty and she wasn't really an attractive woman, her features very hard and cold. But Liz seemed to be immediately impressed with Lindsay's natural beauty, "What a gorgeous looking young woman you are," was her compliment. The buyer turned to David, "At least you have one early advantage over your competitors … the best looking house model I've come across." David smiled in acknowledgment for her praise of his gorgeous niece and Lindsay was delighted to have made a good first impression even before she had shown one item. Both David and Lindsay said "Thank you" almost in unison and then each gave embarrassed chuckles. "Would you like a coffee, Liz?" David offered, wanting to move proceedings along so that they could all be out of there – hopefully with an order – by seven. "Don't you have something harder? Liz seemed to say it pointedly and Lindsay actually giggled to herself, possibly reading into the comment some double entendre that may or may not have been there. Lindsay wondered why she would read it that way when she saw no similar reaction from her uncle, other than to calmly offer Liz a beer, scotch or wine. The buyer settled for the wine and David went to a fridge in the corner and opened a bottle. 'My God,' she thought to herself, 'I'm going to have to do something about this no sex thing. Here I am, making suggestive thoughts out of harmless comments.' As David handed the glass of wine to Liz, he said "Please have a seat right there … Lindsay, let's get this going, eh." Lindsay turned her back to the watching and waiting pair, paused a moment, and then quite dramatically, threw open the robe and let it slide slowly down her arms, revealing her almost naked back to the room. She was wearing high heels for the greater effect they would have on making her legs look longer and her arse stand out more prominently. Her tanned back was bare except for the thin bra strap across it and for a moment, it looked to David and Liz like her arse was naked. Her cheeks were clenched, hiding the thong material within them, the only visible sign of her barely there panties was the waistband that rose up and out of her arse cheeks. "Wow!" she heard Liz mutter as Lindsay slowly turned to face the room and dramatically pose for a moment once more before strutting her stuff. Lindsay strode confidently toward Liz and David who sat alongside each other at one end of the rectangular-sized showroom that measured about 40 feet by 10 feet. She came to a stop and pirouetted right in front of Liz's chair … Lindsay heard the older woman's impressed gasp coupled with "David, you don't hold anything back, do you? Looks like you go straight to the big item." "They're all big items, Liz … just you wait, it's not like it's downhill from here." Lindsay never ceased to be amused by the sales patter of her uncle … he was certainly an accomplished salesman. He was continuing on with his routine, leaning toward Liz to tell her of available colours and sizes of the two intimate items that Lindsay was wearing. She strutted away from them again, down to the other end of the room, turned and came back for a repeat showing up close. When Lindsay paused again in front of Liz, the buyer reached out and ran her hand across the material of the bra, the fingers passing over the barely clothed nipple. "My darling, do you find this set comfortable to wear?" "Oh yes!" gushed Lindsay and hoped that she hadn't seemed too obvious in helping her uncle to sell the items. Liz's hand retreated and she seemed to take over the showing, telling David and Lindsay in a commanding voice, "Okay, next!" Lindsay turned and walked confidently away, disappearing into the small change room through a curtain at the end of the room. She quickly discarded the bra and looked down, embarrassed to see that her right nipple had noticeably stiffened. Lindsay wondered if this had been a reaction to Liz's fingers that had stroked across the material of her bra. If her former boyfriend had done, Lindsay would have considered it an intimate touch. She pushed the thong panties down her long legs and stepped out of them, quickly picking up a pair of black lace panties, cut very high but at least with a bit more fullness to cover some of her arse cheeks and not just the crack. Lindsay had the next bra in her hand and was about to put it on when she heard a loud thud from the room outside and a woman's shrill shriek. It was when Lindsay heard Liz gasp, "Oh my God, somebody call an ambulance!" that she dropped the bra and ran back out into the showroom, clad only in the black lace panties, her perfect C cup breasts bare and jiggling as she ran. She saw her uncle lying on the floor, clutching at his chest. Liz was on her knees beside him, but not doing anything. When she saw Lindsay approaching, she screamed "Call an ambulance quick … I think he's having a heart attack." Barely aware that she was still only partly clothed, Lindsay went for the phone on the table in the corner and dialled the emergency number. She managed to remain sufficiently calm to give out the address details. When she had hung up, she rushed over to her uncle's side and began CPR. That first-aid course in school was now going to come in handy because Liz had only knelt alongside David hopelessly. The paramedics arrived amazingly quickly. The two males must have been greatly impressed to see this 19-year-old with damn near perfect breasts and wearing only flimsy black panties, hunched over the ailing man, applying CPR techniques. Lindsay was so worried for her uncle that Liz had to bend over and take a hold of the near naked young woman, pulling her to her feet so that the paramedics could take over the treatment of David. It was only when the colour returned to Uncle David's face and Lindsay began to see him breathing normally and without obvious pain, that she sensed her own state of undress. The first realisation was that Liz still had her arms around Lindsay, the left hand holding her tightly at the waist while the fingers of the right hand virtually cupped one of Lindsay's naked breasts more than affectionately. "I better get dressed," Lindsay told Liz, managing to shake the older woman's arms from around her near naked body. The young woman retreated to the other end of the long room, scooping up her previously discarded robe and putting it on, tying the sash around her waist. She came back toward the paramedics and Liz, who was by now talking on her mobile phone. Lindsay enquired about her uncle and the paramedics were able to reassure her that he would be okay. They said that it might have been a mild heart attack, but that he would need to stay in hospital overnight for tests. She thanked them for their prompt response and then felt that she needed to explain that she was a model and that was why she was almost totally naked when they arrived. Naturally, they couldn't resist complimenting her on how good she looked and she blushed deeply red. With that conversation ended by her embarrassment, Lindsay thought she heard Liz saying into her mobile phone, "You have to see this for yourself." She wondered to whom the older woman was talking. At last, Liz finished the call. Lindsay turned to her just as the ambulance men wheeled her uncle from the showroom toward the elevators. "I am so sorry that our show has been cut short, is there a chance that you could come back in the morning. I am sure Mr. Cummings could give you the details about all the items and I could finish showing the range to you then." "No, that won't work, we're on the early flight out in the morning." Lindsay momentarily wondered who we might be, since Liz had turned up alone here tonight. "David and Mr Cummings will be so disappointed that you weren't able to see the whole range, Liz." "Frankly darling, I don't see that there's a problem," said Liz, resuming her seat and sipping her glass of wine as if the previous twenty minutes hadn't happened. "Why don't you just get on with the show without the commentary, you seem so professional that you must have done this ten times before, and I know what I'm looking for." "No, I couldn't do it without David here to tell you prices and sizes and so on." "Nonsense sweetheart, that's only sales spiel, I can get that some other time when he's better. But if I don't see the items modelled tonight, then the deal is off. I won't be back in town until the autumn ranges. So, what will it be? Are you going to continue the show for me … or is the deal off?" Lindsay was so confused. What should she do, she felt pressured by this older dominating woman? Pressured to go on alone. She thought of calling Mr Cummings to ask if he could come back to take over from David, but she knew that this was his big night. She just couldn't tear him away from his celebration dinner, no matter how big this client prospect might be. "Come on girl, I'm a busy woman," Liz seemed to be getting annoyed. "Are you going to show me the range or have I wasted my night?" Lindsay galvanised into action immediately, "No, it's okay, Liz … I'll do it. I'm just a bit nervous without David here." She spun around on her high heels and sashayed down the room toward the back and the change room, already shedding her gown before she disappeared through the curtain. She picked up the black bra that she had discarded when she'd heard the terrible thud of her uncle falling to the floor. Her fingers were shaking nervously as she wrapped the cups of the bra around her perfect C cup breasts and reached back to clasp it. But she was startled to hear the ding of the lift resounding through the quiet floor. She wondered if maybe one of the ambulance officers had left something behind. Then she thought that she heard Liz talking to somebody. Lindsay peeped through the curtain and saw that it was a man in a dark suit. He had his hand around Liz protectively. 'Who the hell is this?' wondered Lindsay, hesitant to continue the show with a strange man now present. The Model Sells For Her Uncle From the other side of the curtain, she heard Liz's voice, again raised in annoyance, "Are you going to be long, darling? I have a dinner appointment with my husband tonight." 'Maybe that's who he is,' thought Lindsay, 'but if so, why has he turned up now when he wasn't here from the start.' "Yes, coming!" called Lindsay as she looked in the mirror to check that the bra and panties fitted perfectly and that her hair was in place. Even more nervous now with a male stranger in the room, Lindsay threw back the curtain and made her entrance. She froze for a moment, looking down the room as the eyes of Liz and the man probed her curvaceous body. 'Uncle David, Mr Cummings and my boyfriend are the only males to have seen me like this before … now it will be a total stranger that I haven't even met.' She plucked up every ounce of courage that she could muster and began the walk toward the watching couple. As she approached them, she could see that Liz had got the man a glass of wine and the two had settled back in the chairs to watch her strut her stuff so intimately. She stopped closer to Liz than the man, allowing the buyer to examine the garments up close. "Nice lace," was all that the older woman said in relation to the matching bra and panties, but then added, "Darling, I want you to meet my husband Nick." Lindsay thought the name appropriate, he looked like a Nick … quite handsome actually, about the same age as Liz (around 40) with a fashionable 3-day growth of whiskers that gave him that dark, swarthy look. "Oh, hello Nick," said Lindsay politely, "Are you in this business too?" "No," he told her with a mischievous glint in his eye. "I sometimes come along to help Liz out when she's buying the sexy stuff. You know, I give her the male perspective, tell her what gives me a hard-on and what doesn't." He was coarse and he chuckled uproariously as if he thought this whole exercise was a big joke … Lindsay thought that Liz looked embarrassed by her husband. "You can move on to the next items," said Liz dismissively with a wave of her hand. Lindsay strutted back down the room, knowing that Nick's eyes would be probing the sway of her arse as she departed because he looked that sort of a guy. The hard-on comment hadn't thrilled Lindsay at all, in fact, it only made her more nervous as she changed in the tiny room into the next ensemble. This was what Mr Cummings called The Virginal Bride outfit. It was all white and comprised sheer nylon stockings, a garter belt, panties and a short satin camisole that dropped to just below her breasts and was intended to be shown without a bra. As she carefully put the items on, the bra-less part worried Lindsay. 'These are definitely the type of items that will give Nick that hard-on he mentioned,' she thought. She took her time making sure that everything looked just right … the panties snug against her pubis, the stockings and garter straps straight. She fluffed her hair and ran her hands down over her breasts, ensuring that the soft cami hung well. But the gesture with her hands actually stirred her nipples and they erected beneath her touch. "Oh shit!" she muttered to herself when she realised what she had done. 'I can't stay in here until they go back down,' she realised and headed out through the curtain, her nipples poking like headlights in the front of the camisole. Lindsay paused out in front of the curtains to give the greatest effect and then began to strut seductively down the room, attempting to impress the buyer, but not her husband. She saw Nick shift in his seat and his hand seemed to move to his lap to adjust his trousers, suggesting to her that her appearance in this outfit may be having the effect on him that she didn't want. Lindsay paused in front of the couple, watching them as Liz reached across and touched Nick's lap intimately, her eyes raising as she felt his obvious physical reaction, "Nick, you sleaze-ball, I don't know why I bring you to these things." Nick turned to look at his wife and he chuckled happily, "I know why, honey … because my cock is a barometer, and it's telling you this one is a keeper." Liz withdrew her hand, "What Nick? The girl … or the outfit?" His eyes turned back to look Lindsay up and down leeringly, "Both honey!" Lindsay was frozen to the spot. She didn't appreciate the conversation she was hearing. Her eyes darted around nervously, her mind wondering if she should call an end to this now. But then Liz spoke and Lindsay seemed forced to comply. "Come over to me, will you darling?" Lindsay completed the two steps that brought her within touching distance of the buyer. The older woman reached out a hand and the fingers touched Lindsay on her stockinged legs, caressing her behind the knee and softly stroking up the back of her thigh. Lindsay shivered at the touch and her legs wobbled uneasily. The older woman's hand continued onto the bare skin above the stocking top, but stopped just short of where the smooth cheeks of her arse began to bulge out above the thigh. Liz's eyes had looked up at the tall Lindsay all the while and her hard face broke into a gentle smile as she removed her hand … but only for a moment. Then the flat palm of Liz's hand landed lightly on her pantie-covered arse cheek and Lindsay blinked and gasped all at once. "Are you okay, girl?" enquired Liz. Lindsay presumed the older woman didn't recall her name. "Yes, I just … err … what are you doing?" The woman moved her hand caressingly back and forth across her arse cheek, partially touching the panties and then touching the bare smooth skin below. "What do you think I'm doing, girl? I'm checking the material. Do you have a problem?" Lindsay wanted to say that she did, because the touch was a lot more than checking the feel of the material of her panties, but the intimidating stare and the bullying words forced her to stand and accept the unwanted approach. Even with an 19-year-old's limited sexual knowledge, Lindsay could still detect that this was becoming sexual, but not from the person she feared more. Liz turned to her husband, all the while maintaining her open palm against Lindsay's arse cheeks. "You gotta feel this, Nick." Then, looking up at Lindsay again, she told the young woman, "Let him feel, darling … go on, step over there and let him feel your ar … err … the material." Liz's hand was pushing at Lindsay's arse now, urging her to step in front of Nick. Reluctantly, Lindsay's feet shuffled forward, moving away from Liz's reach, but within range of the husband … and she looked down nervously into Nick's eyes that momentarily locked on hers before his dropped to peer more closely at her breasts and nipples poking through the camisole. Then Lindsay could see his gaze drop even lower and they stared straight ahead at her pelvic region, still covered by the white panties as she stood before him. Seated in front of her, he was staring like he could see straight through them and Lindsay shuffled her feet nervously, feeling totally exposed in spite of the intimate undergarments that she wore. She watched as one of Nick's hands stretched out and touched her bare thigh and her body flinched at the touch, then it pushed around behind her and she felt it touch her arse, much the same way his wife had done. Only Nick's hand kept sliding until it straddled the crack of her arse and she felt his middle finger insinuate itself into the cloth of her panties, pushing the material deeply into her arse crease. Lindsay gasped out loud, "Ummppff!" Liz spoke out, "What are you doing to the poor girl, Nick … I just told you to feel the material." "I am," he grunted and Lindsay felt that probing finger slipping downward beyond the crack of her arse and onward between her legs to cup her crotch, the tip of his finger almost reaching the opening of her vagina. "You're right, it feels good." He clenched his finger and Lindsay clamped her legs together. While she knew her move would trap his hand where it gripped her from behind between her thighs, it was her body's natural reaction to his hand's intimate intrusion … other than to reach around and pull it away. She wanted to do that, but feared it may cause a scene and lose the potential business from the Exotica Lingerie boutique chain. This was becoming a nightmare for Lindsay. She so wanted to be at the Company Dinner by now, but how things had changed since all of the other staff left just before five. She considered what if Uncle David hadn't had his heart attack … what if Liz hadn't seen her naked breasts … what if Liz's husband hadn't turned up at the showing … what if she wasn't horny because it had been six months since she and her boyfriend made love. There were so many things that had turned this night around. Now she was standing in this room, scantily clothed while a male stranger had his hand cupping her crotch. While there was no way that she wanted anything sexual from this mature couple, Lindsay actually felt some arousal from the heel of the hand that pressed against her arse and the finger that almost touched the entrance to her vagina. Liz reached out a hand and slapped her husband on the arm, "What are you doing to her, Nick … leave her alone." Lindsay was surprised that Liz appeared to be protecting her from the woman's husband. He tried to pull his hand away and she relaxed the grip of her thighs so that he could. Lindsay managed to stifle a sigh as the hand slid sensually back up over her arse cheeks and her body swayed where she stood. Liz noted the reaction from the young woman. "Come here, darling, stand between us please," and Lindsay complied. The older woman reached up and her fingers slipped up inside the hem of the satin camisole, gripping it with her thumb on the outside. She rubbed her thumb across the cloth and against the fingers that held it, supposedly feeling the material again. But as those fingers held the cloth, the fingertips were grazing the smooth rounded underside of Lindsay's perfectly shaped 19-year-old breasts. "Umm!" she sighed, unable to hold back her reaction to the tender touch on her smooth breast skin, just below the nipple. "Here, feel this too, Nick, that's a good material they've used in this." Liz was still trying to appear as a normal lingerie buyer examining the merchandise despite the sexual tension that Lindsay now felt from being in the presence of this couple. Nick's hand came up and his fingers did the same as his wife's on the camisole just below the other nipple. Now Lindsay could feel a gentle fingertip touch on the underside of each breast and her legs swayed, struggling to hold her body up under the sensual overload. Both nipples had stiffened noticeably and beamed like beacons through the thin white material. Liz pulled her fingers out from under the hem of the camisole and ran them over the stiffened nipple. Lindsay gasped aloud. "Oh dear, you're a bit uncontrollable, aren't you dear?" attempting to blame Lindsay herself for her aroused state. "What's this?" it was Nick's voice asking, his fingers still stroking the underside of one breast, but his other hand coming up for his finger to point at Lindsay's crotch. The young girl leaned her head forward to see over her breasts, looking to see what on her clothing had caught Nick's attention. "Oh dear, yes, what is that?" asked Liz and she pulled the hand away from Lindsay's nipple, only to bring it right up to the young woman's mound and Liz touched the panties right where they obscured Lindsay's pubic slit. "It's wet, Nick, how would it get wet?" "Yes, that's what it is, a wet spot on this new undergarment," echoed Nick. "Ummm!" Lindsay let out an expressive sigh as Liz's finger slid across the cloth of her panties from bottom to top, finding the material damp. "Oh no! Are my panties stained?" Liz repeated the finger riding up the outside of the panties and looked up at the young woman's face. She had closed her eyes at the touch of the older woman's finger at her most intimate place. "I wouldn't call it stained, darling. You just seemed to be quite aroused … I hope it's not something that we've done. We were just examining the cloth that your people use." "No, it's me, I'm so sorry," offered Lindsay, feeling embarrassed that her arousal would be so quick and so obvious and not wanting to offend a client. "This is so unprofessional, I've never had a reaction like this before." "Maybe it's because you have a mature man looking and touching, darling. Don't feel embarrassed about it, you're just a healthy young girl having a natural response to being touched." Lindsay felt Liz's stroking finger leave her pelvis, causing her to uncontrollably thrust forward, seeking it back. Liz turned to her husband and whispered, "She's in heat!" Lindsay heard the comment and responded, "No I'm not" just as Nick's finger took over from his wife at her pantie-covered pubis. "Ohhh!" she gasped at the firmer male touch. The fingers of Nick's other hand had been continuing to gently stroke the underside of one breast. Now they slipped further up under the satin camisole and his whole hand folded over her young naked firm breast. "No!" gasped Lindsay, her knees buckling. "Please don't do that, this is wrong … I shouldn't be here with you." "But you are, dear," answered Liz, "and you are obviously enjoying it or you wouldn't have got so wet … and your nipples wouldn't have become so hard. You're not a virgin, are you dear?" "No!" Lindsay answered huskily, unable to stop her pelvis from moving in time with Nick's strokes up and down her wet slit. "That's good, how long since you've had it then?" "Had what?" said Lindsay naively. Liz's tone became harsher, "Not breakfast for God's sake … sex sweetheart, how long since you've been humped?" "Err … oh, a fair while!" Lindsay didn't want to tell them, it wasn't any of their business. "How long, damn it?" asked Liz again testily. "About six months," Lindsay blurted out, annoyed at this inquisition. "Since I split up with my boyfriend." "No wonder you're wet honey, your body is screaming out for it. This is your lucky night." Despite feeling male hands already pawing her body, Lindsay didn't like that suggestion. "No, I don't want that … I'm okay. Please … just leave me alone." "Too late for that, darling," Liz told her, taking charge of the situation from her husband. Lindsay felt Nick's finger leave her pubis. Again, her pelvis unconsciously thrust forward, trying to retain the good feelings, over-ruling her mind that told her this was wrong. Nick's other hand was still up under her camisole, massaging one breast. She felt her white panties tugged down her legs and she cried out in protest once more, "No, please don't!" The young woman stared in stunned amazement as she watched Liz's head move forward toward her lower body … and then she felt the older woman's mouth up against her pubic region … a woman's lips intimately brushing her own vaginal lips. Lindsay shrieked out aloud, "No, it's wrong … not with a woman." Lindsay felt the older woman's hands grasping the soft smooth cheeks of her arse, holding her body firmly to stop her from falling on her wobbly legs and then the tongue of the woman stroking up and just inside her spreading vaginal lips. The young woman moaned at the exquisite sensation of pleasure that swept through her lower body. She attempted one final feeble, "No!" before her own hands closed on the older woman's head, holding her tightly against her lower body. The pleasure for Lindsay was intense … and quick! It must have taken about 90 seconds and her orgasm was pulsing within her body. She might have toppled over, but while Liz's mouth had worked its wonders on Lindsay's clitoris, Nick had quietly stood up and moved around behind the young woman. There had been a sound of the rustle of clothing, but Lindsay wasn't aware of it, her head spinning from the first attention her clit had received in six months. So when Lindsay came so forcefully, her legs sagged, but she was held upright by Nick standing tightly up against her from behind and Liz still gripping her arse cheeks tightly, the older woman's face still pressed hard up against the young woman's tummy. It was only when Lindsay's head began to clear from the powerful orgasm that she felt the bare skin of a hard thick object pressed tightly against her arse. From the way Nick was standing closely behind her, she immediately knew that it had to be his cock … he had freed it while his wife was sucking on her clit. Now Nick's hard cock was pressed tightly between the cheeks of her arse. Her first fear was that this man might want to put it in there, it would be so easy for him to do from where it was currently lodged. She had heard one of her girlfriends relate stories of her anal sex adventures … Lindsay didn't think that she was ready for that just yet. "Feel better, darling?" It was Liz's voice, inquiring of Lindsay how she felt after having just orgasmed. "Ummm!" she mumbled a little dreamily before gathering her more lucid thoughts. "I shouldn't have let you do that to me … it's wrong. I've never done that with a woman before." "First time for everything, darling," responded Liz, pulling her head away from the young woman's abdomen and looking up into her eyes. "My turn now baby, and I am as horny as hell." "What … what do you mean?" "Reverse way round, sweetheart … fair's fair, honey. I got you off, now it's my turn. Get that sweet mouth of yours down here." "No!" protested Lindsay, but Nick, working in tandem with his wife, was already forcing her down onto her knees. Liz eased her arse forward to the front edge of the chair, her hands pushing her dress upward as she moved so that when Lindsay looked down again, she could see the hem of the older woman's dress pushed up to her belly. The legs were spread wide. Liz reached down and pulled the crotch of her panties to one side, revealing a thick thatch of pubic hair. The sight repulsed Lindsay, she and her friends all shaved. 'Hasn't this woman heard of a razor,' thought Lindsay as Nick pushed her head forward and into the vee formed by Liz's spread thighs. With Nick pushing her head until her open mouth seemed to be filled with thick pubic hair, Lindsay could only gag and then push her tongue out, searching for the older woman's pubic slit among the surrounding forest. She obviously hit the spot with her tongue because Liz screamed out, "Oh yes, right there, that's the spot, honey." Lindsay had no prior knowledge of how this lesbian loving should be effected, so she tried to emulate the tongue movements that Liz had applied to her. She was on her knees, her head shoved hard between Liz's thighs, her arse exposed and vulnerable and she worried about that, knowing that Nick still hovered behind her with a rampant erection. Then, she felt Nick's hands pushing her kneeling legs wider apart and she froze, her mouth stopping its work on Liz. "Damn you girl, don't stop now!" screamed Liz, her mounting arousal interrupted. Liz grabbed a handful of Lindsay's hair, pulling her firmly and tightly back into position and Lindsay resignedly resumed her oral pleasuring of the older woman. She felt fingers between her legs, they were sliding around in the wetness of her spread labia lips. Then she felt something round and hard and she knew that it just had to be Nick's cock. 'At least he's not trying to get it in my arse,' thought Lindsay as she resigned herself to Nick having her vagina. There would be no point in resisting now, she knew where this was heading. When her Uncle David had been rushed to hospital, Liz had obviously seized the moment, summoning her husband to come and participate in a double seduction of the young model. The Model Sells For Her Uncle The hard cock-head slid up and down a few times within the sweet slit of her spread labia, then she felt it centred right at her vaginal opening … and for the first time in six months, she felt the reality of a man's hard cock pushing up inside her body. Thankfully for Lindsay, he seemed to be considerate, pushing slowly and gently and he took several pushes before it felt to her like he had it all stuffed up inside her. She even allowed the muscles of her vagina to clamp his hard-on in several pulsing moves that drew an appreciative response from Nick. "Oh man, this cunt is hot!" she heard him telling his wife. The distraction of having her body filled with a man's hard cock again had taken Lindsay's mind off what her mouth was supposed to be doing for Liz. She was given a severe reprimand, "Come on sweetheart, keep your mind on the job, I was here first. Get me off, will you? Then you can do whatever you like with my husband's cock, I won't care by then." Her body was starting to feel hot and responsive to the hard cock that was slicing in and out of her, but Lindsay continued to concentrate on the hairy snatch that her lips were glued to. She worked her mouth and her tongue, trying to emulate the way that Liz had done her. She heard the older woman's breathing getting heavier, loud expressive pants coming from the woman. Lindsay sensed that she had Liz's arousal peaking, her lips and tongue plunged on, now relentless in bringing on the woman's climax. Liz dragged her fingers through Lindsay's hair, urging the young model to finish her off, the waves of pleasure beginning to crest deep down inside her body. All the time, Nick had not held back, his hands held Lindsay's hips steady as he looked down on her perfectly curved butt, her anus seeming to wink at him as he drove his hard cock into the willing young woman. Lindsay's mouth and tongue were getting sore, her head contorted upward against Liz's belly while the rest of her body was horizontal. Lindsay heard the older woman's moans and wondered how much longer it would take to get her over the edge. Her tongue stretched further, her lips closed around Liz's clit and Lindsay pursued the older woman's elusive orgasm. Finally, just as Lindsay thought she might have to admit defeat and ask to be relieved of her carnal responsibility, Liz's body peaked. Lindsay's head was pushed around as convulsions and spasms seemed to rock Liz's body. The older woman's thighs clamped hard against the model's ears, shutting off most sound … Lindsay's eyes and nose had already been pressed so hard against Liz's belly that the young model had not been able to see and had struggled to breathe. As Liz eased her pressure on Lindsay, the young woman managed to pull her head out of the clamp that was Liz's crotch and belly and thighs. The older woman had eased her body back to sag in the chair, Lindsay rested her head on Liz's thighs, her mind now able to concentrate on the good feelings that this man's hard cock was delivering within her own body. Her own young body still felt good from what Liz's tongue had earlier achieved on her clit, but when Nick had penetrated her, she anticipated that his hard driving fuck could push her body into another peak. It didn't seem to be happening and by the sounds of Nick's aroused mutterings, she figured his finish would not be long in coming now. Liz's voice got the attention of the copulating pair. "Get her off again, Nick … don't be so selfish, use your fingers on her. I want to see this little cutie cum again." Dutifully, Nick followed his wife's advice and Lindsay felt his fingers under her body, tenderly stroking her aroused clit. Oh yes, that would do it, that was all the young model needed to accompany the solid cock that was so adequately filling her vagina … an opening that had not been entered for months. Lindsay's body peaked quickly now and she exploded, her face contorting with lust, the older woman watching and enjoying the show that her husband and this young woman were putting on. Lindsay only just got there in time because she felt the jerking cock stop hard inside her and his warm cum spurting from its tip to fill what meagre space remained at the end of her liquid channel. As Lindsay and Nick both came down from their euphoric pleasure, they heard Liz clapping her hands. "Very good, you two, that was great. I'd say everybody feels good now, eh!" Lindsay squeezed the muscles around her vagina, trying to drain every last drop of cum from Nick. It had been a truly memorable experience for the inexperienced young woman, having a mature couple, probably as old as her parents, seduce her. The young model lay her head on Liz's thighs, the older woman running her fingers soothingly through Lindsay's hair, massaging her scalp. Slowly and sensually, Nick withdrew his deflating cock from the young woman's vagina. He looked down proudly on his half-mast tool and used his hand to place it against her tiny anus. Lindsay flinched, "No, not there!" she screamed out in panic. Liz's fingers took a firmer hold on Lindsay's head, holding her in position just in case her husband could muster something more to take the young model anally. Lindsay's body tensed, but Nick just laughed, "Oh, I wish I could honey, but you've drained me, I've got nothing left." Lindsay relaxed again at the man's revelation. Meanwhile, Liz was eager to extend an invitation, "We could catch up again sometime, darling. We only get into town once every six months, but we could fly you down to us some weekend. You could let my dear husband have your arse cherry. I can assure you he would be very gentle." "I don't think so," said Lindsay, starting to rise, embarrassed now at the state of her undress and with Nick's cum leaking from her body. "But thanks for the offer, I will think about it." She had remembered that she still hoped to get an order from this potential client. She decided that she owed it to her uncle and she figured that Liz and Nick owed it to her. "I'll just get changed," she said as she quickly retreated back to the little change room. As Lindsay attempted to clean herself up, stemming the dripping cum by putting on a pair of panties and looking for the dress she started in, Liz called out to her from outside the change room. "You've been a real doll tonight darling, I want you to know that Nick and I do appreciate what you've done for us. We will be placing an order with your boss." Lindsay was elated to hear that promise, a big grin forming on her face. She emerged from the change room. Nick and Liz had also adjusted their clothing back to normal. If anybody had walked in now, they would have been none the wiser that intense sexual activity had just occurred here in this room. The End Voting is not compulsory, but it should be. I welcome your feedback too.