0 comments/ 92146 views/ 7 favorites My Wet Neighbour Ch. 5-6 By: phantom1 This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached, as long as no charge is made for it and it isn't changed in any way. If it is archived or displayed, it is done so with the understanding that the author will have unrestricted access to the archive or posting. Disclaimer: This story is a work fiction. None of the characters or events herein is based on real people, either living or dead. It was produced for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or if reading stories of a sexual nature upsets you, do not read any further! By reading further, you certify that you have accessed/requested access to this material wilfully, and that you are an adult 21 years of age or older. You also certify that you are NOT a city, county, state, or federal law enforcement officer, a law enforcement officer of the United Kingdom, and that, to your knowledge, this material does not offend the standards in your area, nor is it in violation of any of local, state, or federal law. * * * * * My Wet Neighbour – Part5. By morning the next day, I had not seen my son and thought it best to leave him to himself. We both needed to think about the implications of what had happened the day before. I was going about my usual routine. My husband had left for work some two hours before and I had heard Frank leave quietly at around 09.30 to get to college. I was alone in the house and enjoying the quiet and my own thoughts of the previous few days events when I was shaken out of my daydreams by the ring of the phone. I picked it up, "Hello." "Hello Mary, Its Wendy Kent here." "Oh hello...Mrs.. Kent," I said, rather surprised by her call. "I hope you don't mind me phoning but Anne said that you might like me to start cleaning for you." I was surprised by her coolness after what we had done together with Anne and mumbled, "Erh...Yes...Erh.. yes I think I would." "Are you sure? You seem a bit put out by my calling." She said. By now I was gaining my composure and replied, "No not at all Mrs.. Kent and yes, I would definitely like to talk to you about you coming to clean for me." "Good," she said, "I can always do with the extra income, and please, call me Wendy. I like to be on first name terms with my 'ladies'." "Okay Wendy it is," I said, "when would be convenient for you to come round to discuss details"? "Well how about now. I can be with you in twenty minutes." "That would be fine. See you then," I answered and hung up the phone. God, what was I doing. Did I really want Wendy to start cleaning for me. Did I want to be one of her 'special' ladies. What the hell, I thought. Go for it! She is obviously trusted by Anne and if Anne can rely on her discretion then so could I. I decided, rather illogically, that if she was going to come to my house to talk about cleaning it, then I should quickly rush round and clean it myself. I knew it was crazy but it's just the sort of thing you do isn't it. You don't want your cleaner to see what a mess you live in. I quickly sorted things out and chucked all the dirty crockery into the dishwasher when I realised I had already been 15 minutes. With only a few moments left before Wendy arrived I wanted to be sure I looked okay and dashed upstairs to straighten my hair etc. I wasn't yet dressed but did have underwear on under my robe and generally looked decent enough to have visitors, I thought. I went back down stairs just as the doorbell rang. I opened it to a warm smile from Wendy who greeted me with the kind words, "thanks for asking me round. It is much appreciated that you may wish to take me on as your cleaner." "Please come in," I said and showed Wendy through into the lounge and invited her to sit down. "So...Wendy...I've never taken on a cleaner before and to tell the truth I don't really know the drill, so to speak." She immediately put me at ease by saying, "Don't worry about that. Basically I do a few hours a week general cleaning. For a little extra I am also willing to do ironing, if you want." She paused and then said, "and as you know, for selected clients, I occasionally earn bonuses for special duties." "Would I be a 'selected' client?," I asked. "Oh I think after the other day at Anne's that you would certainly qualify if you wanted my special services.", she replied with a smile. I really did want a cleaner but the thought of Wendy doing other things for me as well was a real turn on. As we spoke about it, even in polite, cryptic tones, I was felling myself getting turned on. As I described before, Wendy was a very attractive woman and I think she knew it. "So do you want me?" she said, again with a smile but this time a dirty kind of smile. "Oh yes, Wendy," I said, "I want you as my cleaner all right and I will most definitely being paying you bonuses from time to time!" "Great," she said, "but there is one thing I would like to understand. When I offer a client special services I have found it best to know whether they wish me to take the lead." "I'm not sure I understand." "Well," she went on, "do you wish me to be submissive since you are the lady of the house or would you prefer me to be more dominant in those situations? I seemed to me that when we met at Anne's you were at ease being somewhat submissive. Am I correct?" she said. "Oh, I see," I said and thought for a moment before answering, "I suppose you're right Wendy. Yes. I would be happy for you to take the lead but maybe at some time in the future I could change my mind." "Of course!" she said in a very up-beat tone, "and when do you want me to start." "I looked at her sheepishly, not wanting to appear over eager and quietly replied, "how about today." "Fine Mary, just show me where your cleaning stuff is. Is it okay to call you Mary?" "Yes of course," I said "and...erh..." "What is it?" she asked. "Well, if its not too pushy could you...erh...would you...um... Let me start again," I said and gathering my courage blurted out, "would you be prepared to start by earning a special bonus, today Wendy?" "Oh I see, a bonus on my first day," she said, "you really are keen aren't you Mary. Well, I don't see why not. I can always start the cleaning tomorrow." With that she gave me the most beautifully gentle smile and slowly stood up. The, without saying anything, she undid her jeans, pulled them down and took them off before sitting back down. She now had on a sweatshirt and a pair of black panties. She settled back into the sofa and opened her legs slightly all the time looking me straight in the eye. I didn't know what to say or do but just sat in my chair watching her with my gaze switching from her face to her crotch and back again. The she spoke, "Knell down Mary and come over her." I was already so excited, I was eager to do as she instructed and immediately sunk of my chair to the floor. Then on my hands and knees I crawled over to her stopping between her legs and placed a hand on each of her thighs. I then looked at her, as if waiting to be given further instructions. "Good girl," Mary, now I want you to use your fingers and tongue on me. You will bring me off and I want you to do it quickly. I like to do these things quick and dirty. You will not speak while you are doing it and you will not touch yourself. Is that clear?" I nodded and pushing my hands up her thighs, I pulled her panties to one side with my left hand and started to play with her pussy with the other. Wendy laid back and closed her eyes. I started to push my index finger into her and fuck her with it and at the same time dropped my head to her and started to lick at her clitoris. I started gently but remembering her instructions started to speed up my actions as she started to shout at me, "Come on Mary, do it dirty. Fuck me you filthy bitch. Fuck me dirty and make me come...oh god...yes... make me come Mary. Wendy was obviously as turned on as I was because she started to rub her tits through her top and pushed her pussy hard against my mouth and onto my pumping finger. "Use more fingers. Fill me up Mary," she shouted, "Come on, now! Do it now before I come." I did as I was told and pushed a further two fingers into her continuing to finger fuck her as fast as I now could. Wendy started to pant and squeal like a puppy as she reached orgasm. As she did so she clamped her thighs tight against my face and grabbing my head sort of rubbed my face up and down her pussy. I was getting covered in her juices all over my face and into my hair. As her orgasm subsided she pushed my face away and caught her breath, then looking at me smiled and said, "Very good Mary, very good. I can see that I am going to enjoy working for you. Now stand up and remove your underwear. I was loving this and stood as instructed eager to please. "Do you want my robe of as well?" I asked. "No Mary, just your underwear. Leave you robe on for now." She said. I did as I was told and having removed my bra and put my arms back in my robe, I then pulled my panties off. "Give me your panties, Mary," Wendy said. I looked puzzled but did as she said. She took them and placed them in her bag saying, "I like to keep a momento the first time I get a bonus from a client. Now Mary lead the way to your kitchen please." I turned and lead her through the hallway and into the kitchen. As we went in Wendy looked around and then making for the table sat down. I went to join her but she stopped me saying, "You can remain standing Mary. Please go over by the sink and open your robe for me." I did as instructed. My nipples were now standing proud and I was so excited I could feel juices leaking from my pussy and starting to rub down my thighs. I wanted so bad to touch myself and was relieved when Mary said, "Now I want to see you pussy Mary. Stand with your legs further apart please and open yourself for me." Again I did as I was told and having spread my legs I pulled myself open with my fingers. My own touch made me sigh with pleasure by this stage. "You are a very good girl Mary," she said and then lifting the bottom of her sweat shirt pulled it up and over her head to reveal her beautiful large breasts to me. Then standing, she removed her own panties and threw them to the floor as she sat back down. "Now Mary, I want you to pee yourself." "Where?" I rather stupidly asked. "There Mary, where you are standing but first put your legs firmly together and cup your hands over your cunt." I adjusted my stance so that my legs were firmly pressed together, put my hands in front of myself and then, so looking forward to the experience, relaxed my bladder and started to pee. My piss shoot out from me only to be caught in my hands and splashed back onto my self so that it ran down my legs into a large puddle on the floor. As I peed Wendy sat playing with her pussy and pinching her clit between her finger and thumb. When my pee finished I started to rub myself too but Wendy firmly said, "Leave yourself alone Mary. There will be time for that in a minute. Now I want you to close your robe around you and lay on the floor in your piss." I eagerly did so and my robe immediately soaked up a huge amount of my pee such that it clung to me as though I had just got out of the shower with it on. As before at Anne's I got the impression that Wendy liked to slightly humiliate her 'clients'. "Excellent Mary, now come nearer, sit between my legs facing me and open your robe." I positioned myself such that I was firmly between her legs, with my face about eighteen inches from her pussy and rested back on my arms. I thought I knew what was coming and hoped I was right. I was! Wendy parted her pussy lips and started to piss on me. She directed her stream with her fingers so that she first sprayed my breasts and then bought the stream up to my face and hair. "Open your mouth!" she shouted, "sluts like you like to drink my piss, isn't that right?" "Yes," I whimpered. "Then ask politely," she said. "Can I drink your piss Wendy. Please let me drink your piss," I asked and opened my mouth. She expertly directed her continuing stream into my mouth where it landed and cascaded down my neck and onto my breasts. As she neared the end she said, "That's nearly all for now Mary. Your last mouthful you will swallow. Do you understand?" "Yes, yes," I said and filled my mouth once again. As she stopped I looked at her with my mouth full and then swallowed it down in one gulp. Mary grabbed my face with her hands and then kissed me deep and hard, as if trying to get a taste of her own pee from me. Again she congratulated me on my behaviour saying, "now Mary you have earned the chance to relieve yourself. Do you have a dildo?" "No I don't." I said, "Sorry." "That's a shame, Mary," she said, "I intended to fuck you again myself. Never mind go and get your vibrator." "Sorry Wendy," I said, "but I don't have a vibrator either." "You're kidding. A lady like you and you don't have sex toys! This is not good enough Mary. If you want my special services then you had better get some toys for me to use on you. Is that understood?" "Yes," I said apologetically, "I will get something sorted." "I have a mind not to let you cum at all, as punishment, but since you have been such a good girl today I will be generous." With that she walked over to the fridge and looked inside. "These will do," she said bringing out a packet of carrots and a large tub of yoghurt. "Now take off that wet robe and lean over your sink for me." I removed the pee soaked robe and dutifully lent over the sink. Wendy came behind me and pulled my legs as far apart as they would go still allowing me to rest with my elbows on the sink. She then emptied the tub of yoghurt over my lower back and let it run down my arse crack before dripping onto the floor. She grabbed handfuls of the stuff and massaged it into my pussy and all round by arse. Then selecting two of the largest carrots, she lightly pushed one into my cunt and the other into my arse hole where she left them and returned to her seat. "Now Mary, remain resting on your shoulders and with a hand on each carrot I want you first to pee yourself again and then you will fuck yourself." I put my right hand over my back and grabbed the carrot in my bottom whilst with my left hand between my legs I got hold of the carrot in my pussy. Then I relaxed myself and started to let my pee flow. I didn't need to go a lot but there was enough to put on a show for Wendy and with the carrot in my pussy, my stream sprayed out in a good shower. I could see by her reaction that Wendy was pleased. Once my piss had stopped I started to fuck myself. Both Wendy and I knew that I was practically coming before I started and that I wouldn't be long. I started to scream and shout as with only a few pushes of the carrot in my arse I started to feel my orgasm. As it came I sank to my knees so that I could better fuck with the carrots. My juices poured out of my pussy and mixed with the messy yoghurt and piss that covered my thighs and the floor between my legs. I rapidly finished what was the quickest orgasm I could remember in a long time, even quicker than those recently with Anne where I had been so excited. The strange thing was, once I had come I suddenly felt embarrassed. Here I was sitting in my own cum and pee, covered with yoghurt, still wet with Wendy's piss, a carrot in my backside and one in my pussy and all in front of a woman who was still a relative stranger. I simply couldn't believe what I was doing nor did I know how to act. Wendy saw my predicament and enjoyed it, I think. "God, you're a filthy slut, aren't you Mary?" she said. "Look at the state of you. Now go upstairs and get yourself cleaned up." "Thank you, I will," I said as I pulled myself to my feet and wiped as much of the mess of myself as I could and left the room not believing that I was actually thanking her for humiliating me. I was upstairs for fifteen minutes or so and wandered back down not quite knowing what to expect. When I entered the kitchen, Wendy was dressed and was just finishing cleaning of the kitchen. It was spotless, showing no sign at all of our messy fun. Most surprisingly Wendy had reverted from the role of dominant to that of my cleaner, "Sorry about the mess Mary. I cleaned it all up well and I will get on with the rest of the house straight away. Is that okay?" "Er..yes, that will be fine Wendy," I said, "please carry on." "Thank you Mary," she said and gathering her cleaning kit set about her normal duties. I was really quite bizarre but good to know that there was a definite end to our 'bonus' sessions after which it was simply forgotten and normality resumed. This made me feel much more comfortable about the sexual path I was allowing her and Anne to lead me down. * * * * * My Wet Neighbour – Part 6. Two day's later I was planning to call on Anne again since I had not seen her for a few days. I decided first however to make a bit of an effort and get myself some new clothes and maybe some new underwear. The shopping trip was originally intended to be to a local sex shop to get the toys that Mrs.. Kent had told me to have ready for her next visit; a strap-on dildo and a vibrator. However at the last minute, after a whole day and night talking myself into it, I lost my nerve. I figured I would ask Anne to recommend a web site or two where I could get the toys and where I could be relatively anonymous. So it was new clothes instead for this trip! I had had a real busy day, I didn't seem to have achieved much, but nevertheless nearly the whole day had gone by the time I was ready to go out. I left a note for my husband telling him I was going shopping and would be back as soon as possible but was not likely to be home before him. With that I set off to the local town arriving only ten minutes or so, later. I knew I didn't have long before the shops started closing for the day so decided on a particularly little boutique I had seen on my previous visit but had never been in. From their window display they seemed to have some nice stuff and a little different to what was available everywhere else. Just special enough for the way I was feeling and to celebrate my new sexual confidence and adventures. The shop was down a small side street and didn't seem too busy as I approached it. I looked in the window and, confident it would have something to my taste, I entered. As soon as I walked in a woman in maybe her early forties approached me and extremely politely apologised saying, "I'm sorry but you're a little too late today madam. We were just preparing to close." "Oh," I said, "Sorry, I thought you shut at 5.30." "No, I'm afraid not. We tend to close up at 5.00 if possible. I'm very sorry madam." "That's okay," I said, disappointedly. I was just turning towards the door when another woman walked into the display area from the back stockroom. She was around twenty and with the same petite sort of figure as myself. "Mum, where are those new ......" She said, obviously not realising there were any customers in the shop, "Oh sorry," she continued looking at me, "I didn't mean to interrupt." "That's okay," I said, "I was just leaving anyway. I thought you were open half an hour more." The young woman turned to the older one, who I now knew to be her mother, and said, "I'll be around a little longer Mum. If this lady want's to browse I'm happy to attend to her." "Are you sure?" her mother asked. "Yeah sure," she said with a smile and glancing between her mother and myself, "I'll lock up when I finish in the stock room and see you at home shortly." My Wet Neighbour Ch. 5-6 "Well okay," her mother said and then turning to me smiled and continued, "Well then madam, my daughter will look after you then. Is that okay?" "Yes of course," I said, "much appreciated!" With that the older woman left the shop whilst her daughter said, "Listen, I'm sorting the stock room, so I'll just lock the front door to make sure no one else comes in now and leave you to browse. If you want anything let me know and if you decide nothing suits give me a shout and I'll let you out. Okay? Oh, I'm Lisa by the way." "Thank you Lisa," I said, "Its very kind of you to go to the trouble." "No problem," she replied and walked back into the stock room. I have to say I was quite taken by Lisa. With my new found 'interest' in lesbian sex my mind went into overdrive. As I perused the racks I couldn't stop thinking about the sexual possibilities of the situation I found myself in. I realised that in my mind I had decided to make a pass at Lisa. A week ago I would never have dreamt of such a thing or even fantasised about it, but now things were different. I was different and I was going to go for it. Anne would be proud of me! I started to select some items to try on; a couple of pairs of trousers and some underwear. I decided on some really beautiful lacy items and some panties that were as skimpy as I could find. Then I called Lisa's name. She came through to the shop immediately and said, "So how's it going?" "Fine thanks. You have some really nice stuff here. Could I try these on please," I said. "Yes of course madam," she said pulling back a small curtain, "the changing room is just here." "Thanks, and by the way my please call me Mary." "Okay, Mary," she replied, "if you need any help just shout." In the changing room, I immediately started to undress. I removed my skirt and blouse and then my bra. I was by now feeling very sexy. There was a small stool in the corner of the room, which I sat down on. Then licking my fingers, I bought them down to my nipples and started to massage them. They became immediately hard. I continued on my tits with one hand and the other I pushed down into my panties and started to rub against my mound. This was so good. In a strange environment, quietly masturbating with the young Lisa only a few yards away. I could feel myself starting to come and remembered my session with Anne where she encouraged me to come as quietly as possible. I did the same again, biting my lip to stop myself from making any noise as I continue to masturbate myself to a quick and gentle orgasm. Having cum, I bought my hand up from my pussy and licked my juice from my fingers. I was so on heat I just had to take this further. God, I hoped Lisa's response would be okay. My stomach turned with fear as I remained in just my panties and called her name once again. Again, Lisa appeared almost immediately, and spoke from the other side of the curtain, "Do you need some help Mary?" "Yes," I said, "It's okay to come in." She pulled back the curtain and stepped in only to stop in her tracks as she saw I was almost naked. "Oh sorry"! She said. "That's fine," I replied not attempting to cover myself but instead actually opening my legs just a little further, "I'm afraid these trousers aren't quite what I'm after." "What in particular are you looking for?" she asked trying not to look at by breasts or crotch. "Well actually," I said, "what I really wanted were trousers like yours. Do you have anything like that?" "I'm not sure to be honest," she said, "I did get them here. Not surprisingly I get most of my clothes through the shop, but I'm not sure if there are any like this left. Hold on and I'll take a look." She came back a few moments later, "Sorry Mary, we don't have any of these left," she said touching the waistband of her trousers. This was it! Now or never! "What size are yours Lisa?" I asked looking her straight in the eye. "Er...um...size 10. Why?" she said puzzled. "That's exactly my size. Sell me your trousers Lisa!" She looked at me for a moment and then said, "You're joking right!" but obviously not quite sure if I was or not. "No, no joke," I said, "You sell me your trousers and I'll give you twice the rack price." "Oh I couldn't do that," she replied nervously. "Of course you could Lisa. I get the trousers I want and you make a good profit – easy as that!" Once again she looked confused but I could see the idea was going through her head. "Let me get this straight. I sell you the actual trousers I am wearing and you give me twice the usual price for them!" "That's it!" I said. Again she mulled it over and then said, "Okay you're on," and started to step out of the room. "Hold on," I said going for broke, "there's one more condition. You take them off here, in front of me." The realisation of what I had just said hit her. She froze just looking at me. I could almost hear her brain computing the options; ask me to leave politely, tell me to get the fuck out of her shop or perhaps, just perhaps, go for it. Remove her trousers in front of another woman who was obviously just as interested in the show of her removing them as she was in buying them. After what seemed like an age she replied in a voice so quiet I could hardly hear, "Okay, I'll do it." She then paused again as if not knowing quite how to start. She looked at me and I looked back and smiled to put her at ease. She then very slowly and nervously undid the button and unzipped the trousers. Then she looked again for approval. "That's fine," I said gently, "go on Lisa, now take them off for me." She sighed, smiled nervously again and then slowly pulled the trousers down to her ankles. She then coyly slipped them over her feet and as she stood straight again, picked them up and held them in front of herself as if to cover as much of herself as possible. Her nervousness turned me on even more. I held out my hand to take the trousers. Lisa paused yet again so I lent forward, took hold of the trousers and gradually eased them out of her hands. As I did so Lisa pulled her T-shirt down as far as she could to maintain her modesty but it wasn't long enough. She stood before me, legs tightly together, in a pair of black g-sting panties and the T-shirt, which barely came to her navel. I could clearly see that, whilst not shaved, Lisa kept her pubic hair neatly trimmed with barely a whisper visible from the g-string. I couldn't wait to see her turn around and to get a look at her bottom. "There, that wasn't so difficult was it." I said in a most friendly tone. "No, I suppose not," She replied and then said innocently, "now what?" "Well Lisa, now you can either leave me to try on the trousers, take the money and let me out or...," I paused. "Or what?" "Or, you can stay here and help me with underwear," I said. "You've got some underwear to try, I see," she said. "Yes I have Lisa, but to tell the truth, having seen yours I now know exactly what I want." She obviously realised straight away what I was saying but remained coy, "You want a g-string like mine." "No Lisa," I replied rather more dominantly, "I don't want one like yours. I want yours! Sell me your underwear as well as the trousers." This time there was little hesitation. I think Lisa was by now getting turned on by the situation and smiling at me, quickly pulled the g-string off and held it out to me like an obedient schoolgirl. She then said without any prompting from me, "Do you want my T-shirt too?" "Absolutely Lisa, I want all your clothes off," I said. Lisa then pulled the T-shirt over her head and stood before me, totally naked and totally beautiful. I was simply dripping with wetness at the strip show she had provided me. Without speaking I stood up and stood right in front of her. I put my left hand on her shoulder, pulled her towards me and kissed her full on the lips and at the same time bought my right hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy. She bent a little at the knees and let my hand explore between her legs. Then she sighed, lent her head on my shoulder and started to gyrate her hips against my hand. She was going to cum and it wasn't going to take her long. I decided she deserved an early orgasm and continued to probe and rub her pussy but now faster and harder and now I spoke to her, "Come on Lisa, cum for me. Bring yourself off on my hand Lisa. You naughty little girl, you want to cum don't you Lisa, you want to cum on mummy's hand." My use of the word 'mummy' seemed to really get her going and she started to pant, almost collapsing away from me as she started to orgasm against me. I could feel her juices on my hand and my own running down my thighs, my own panties having become soaked. As Lisa finished her orgasm I gently turned her and helped her down onto the stool in the corner of the changing room. She slumped back against the wall, regaining her breath and started to massage the last throws of orgasm out of her own pussy. "God that was good, but I've never done anything with another woman before. You want tell anyone will you," she said seeming to get nervous at the realisation of what we had done. "Of course not Lisa. You were wonderful and I'm glad you enjoyed it but we needn't finish yet. What time will you be expected home?" She said that she had at least another half-hour before her mother would expect to see her. "So you happy to stay a little longer?" I asked. "Oh yes 'Mummy'" she replied with a sideways glance and a naughty smile. I just loved the fact that she had so quickly picked up on my adopting the role of 'Mummy' when I encouraged her orgasm. It just seemed so suitable with our age difference and I personally loved the fantasy of her being my daughter and me seducing her. "Do you want to be a good girl for mummy?" "Oh yes, of course I do," she smiled. "Then you must do whatever mummy says, is that okay?" She didn't answer but gently nodded her approval. I laid myself down on the floor of the changing room, which was so small half of me was out in the shop and probably on view if someone cared to look closely enough through the locked door of the shop. "I want you to suck me Lisa, I want you to lick me, I want to feel your tongue in my pussy and in my bottom Lisa. Come here...." Lisa dropped to her knees from the stool and knelt between my legs. She then lifted my ankles and helped me pull my panties off. I then spread my legs as wide as I could and raised my knees. "Now Lisa, do it to me now and be dirty!" I begged. She was now captivated. She dropped her head between my legs and immediately started to lick frantically at my cunt. I grabbed her head and pushed her face into my pussy and at the same time bucked my hips so that I was just about fucking her face. As my excitement built I pulled her head away, sat up and then turning over, positioned myself on all fours. "Lick my bottom Lisa, I want to feel your tongue in my bottom." She seemed hesitant so I shouted, "Do it Lisa! Put your tongue and fingers into my bottom. You want to make 'mummy' happy don't you?" Again my pretending to be her 'mummy' did the trick and she grabbed my arse cheeks and pulled them open before plunging her tongue into by arse crack. She delved with it around my hole and then bought her fingers into play, pushing one then two into my bottom before starting to fuck me with them. Lisa may not have done it with a woman before but she was certainly not inexperienced. She knew how to use her fingers, probably from practice on herself I thought. I bought one of my own hands up between my legs and started to finger fuck my cunt whilst Lisa remained hard at work on my bottom. Before long, I too was screaming my way to an outrageous orgasm, "yes, yes, fuck me Lisa, fuck me hard in my little bottom, go on, fuck me Lisa." As soon as I came I turned around and hugged and kissed Lisa. It was all so quick and so passionate. I was in heaven with this pretty little thing. I couldn't hold back and decided to go for broke with her. Still hugging her, I laid her down and positioned myself on top of her and in a 69 position. I started to lick and finger her pussy as she did the same to me. Then I slowly and deliberately relaxed myself and started to gently pee. I didn't know what reaction this would get. As soon as Lisa realised what I was doing, her first reaction was to try and get up. I hugged her tighter and sped up my probing of her pussy with my hands and mouth. If I could get her cumming I knew she would let me continue to pee and she did just that. As she started to cum again she started to talk to me, "Oh yes Mary, oh yes, oh yes," she kept repeating as my piss ran over her face and onto the floor. She started to buck her pussy into my face. I had quickly, and fairly quietly, cum again but I don't think Lisa had noticed. She was certainly ready herself but before she did, I encouraged her to her knees and then onto the stool again and then I returned to laying on the floor in front of her. She realised the opportunity to try what I had done and pulled her pussy lips open. Then as she rubbed her clit hard and fast she too started to pee. At first her stream shot into the air, right over me and against the changing room curtain but she quickly adjusted her position and directed the rest of her flow all over my face and breasts. As her piss subsided her orgasm began and she now practically ignored me as she bought herself off, shouting simply, oh mum, oh yes, oh mummy I'm cumming for you." We both remained silent as we relaxed. We had both gone from an innocent encounter to the most dirty and slutty sex in no more than twenty minutes and we ere both a little shocked at our behaviour. As reality started to dawn Lisa stood and said, Of God, look at the mess, what will mum say?" "Don't worry," I said, "I will help you clean up and all you have to say, if she notices, is that you spilt a little water here. She'll never know the difference because she has no reason to doubt what you say." We both started to clean up remaining naked as we did so. It was an added treat to she her bending and wiping and cleaning in the nude. I was engrossed by her young beauty. With the cleaning done we started to dress. She picked up her g-string but I grabbed it from her and said, "I think you sold me that," with which I promptly put it in my bag as a keepsake. "And do you really want my trousers or was that just a ploy to seduce me?" she asked. "Would you mind if I said it was?" "No I think I would like that. The thought of you deciding you were going to have me even though we were practically strangers is a real turn on. To tell the truth I thought you were attractive and hoped I might get a glimpse of you trying on underwear." "But I thought you hadn't done it with another woman before," I said. "I haven't, but I often get turned on watching ladies getting undressed in the changing room. Sometimes I know they are deliberately letting me see their pussies and bottoms. You can tell; and when they do, sometimes I have to bring myself off in the stockroom." "Lisa, what would your mother say," I said in mock surprise. "What would she say if she saw what you just did to me. Believe me, I know mum, and I know she does the same as me. I've seen her looking at clients from time to time and once I even saw her and a lady touching each other, if you know what I mean." "Stop it Lisa," I said, "you're getting me hot gain and both I and you really must be going home." "Will you be calling again Mary?" she asked as we walked towards the door. "Oh, count on it Lisa." "Good!" she said, "and if mum's not here will you be my 'mummy' again?" "Oh yes please," I said, "I would love that, but what if you mother is here?" She looked at me with a devilish grin, "If she is, why don't you try to get her naked like you did me. Bet you couldn't do that!" "Are you challenging me to seduce your mother Lisa, your naughty girl!" I said laughing. She looked serious for a moment and then looked me straight in the eye and said quietly and deliberately, "Yes, Mary, I want to see you seduce my mother, right here in the shop and I'll help you do it." I smiled and said, "Okay Lisa, you're on." I then kissed her goodbye at the door before turning and walking away to go home.." * * * * * The Phantom likes feedback on his stories; its makes writing/publishing worth while. So please feel free to e-mail me and let me know what you think – good or bad! Tell me when you read my stories, where you read them and if you cum whilst reading them – 'cos that's why I write them! Above all enjoy my work, remember its fantasy and practice safe sex!