4 comments/ 21333 views/ 11 favorites Theatre of Dreams By: All Red I stood in the small village shop thumbing through the sparse selection of magazines that far from covered the shelves, vainly attempting to find something that might help to keep me entertained for the evening. It was still a few days until my pay day and I found myself in my usual position of being rather short of funds until my pay cheque arrived. I could hear Susan Smith talking to Mrs Gwent, the shop owner, although I couldn't quite make out what they were saying. Susan was a very tall, slim lady who I guessed was about 40 years old. Always immaculately dressed she was a very well spoken woman who always seemed to sport a natural sun tan. I knew it was natural as she seemed to holiday almost as often as not. Other villagers, who knew her much better than I, often commented about her jetting off to the South of France, a Spanish Costa or some other exotic location 'to catch a bit of sun'. I glanced towards the front of the shop and noticed that she was wearing a full length tan coloured leather coat and matching knee high boots and I thought to myself that the clothes she was wearing probably cost her more than I earn in a month. She was also wearing her normal style of 'dangley' earrings. They always stood out as she wore her blonde hair very short, almost cropped. I had turned back towards the magazines when I heard Mrs Gwent mention my name. Instinctively I turned around to face her. "I was telling Susan that you liked to visit the Theatre." she said. "I do like to go and watch a good thriller if I have the time and money." I replied, "There is an Agatha Christie play this week at the Theatre Royal in Norwich I wouldn't have minded seeing, but funds as they are, well, you know the story." "Well Sarah," Susan said, "I have two tickets going spare for tonights performance if you would like them. I was going with a friend but she has had to call off at the last minute. I hate visiting the theatre on my own so if you have a friend, or a boyfriend who you would like to take you are welcome to them." Susan announced. "That is very kind of you, and I do appreciate the offer very much, but I don't have anyone to go with, and besides, I can't actually afford the train fare to get there at the moment, but again thank you very much for the offer." "Well then, why don't you let me treat you to a night out? I would really like to see the play, the tickets are already paid for, and they will only go to waste if we don't use them." Being embarrassed by my lack of funds I came up with a couple of excuses as to why I couldn't go but Susan wouldn't take no for an answer. In the end I agreed and she said that she would pick me up at about 6.30. I was a little surprised with myself for agreeing, mainly because I didn't really know her. I had occasionally seen her in the village during the two years that I had lived there but this was the first time that I had actually spoken to her except to say hello as we passed each other in the street. Apart from both liking to visit the theatre I didn't think we had much in common. For a start, age wise, being only nineteen myself made us a generation apart. The lifestyle she led obviously meant that she didn't have any money troubles whereas I lived hand to mouth for much of the time. I lived in a small cottage where the rent and running costs alone took up the large majority of my wages and she lived in a very large house with huge gardens. I couldn't afford to run a car and she drove a new, expensive sports model. Although we were both slim I was much shorter than her, there was probably about six inches difference in our heights. My red hair just reached my shoulders and as previously mentioned she wore hers very short. We do have two things in common physically, we share the same shade of blue eyes and are both very slim and small chested. I chose the clothes for the evening very carefully. I didn't want to look like Susan's poor relation on our evening together. I had picked a dark blue short skirt, the hemline about four inches above the knee and a matching jacket, complimented by a light blue blouse. As usual I didn't bother with a bra, my 34a breasts not needing any support. I made myself a quick sandwich and had only just finished eating it when the doorbell rang. I looked at the clock to see that it had just gone 6.00. I opened the door to see Susan standing in the porch. "Hello Sarah," she said cheerfully, "I hope I'm not too early. I thought we might have a drink in the bar before the play starts." She looked stunning. She was wearing a loosely fitting light pink semi-transparent blouse beneath an open black jacket and tight black slacks. A sexy, black lacy bra was clearly visible through her blouse. "Come in," I said as I beckoned her into the hallway, "I'm almost ready, I'll just get my coat." To say that the evening was a disaster would be an understatement of the highest order! Susan's car broke down on the way and as a result we arrived at the theatre as the curtain opened for the start of the play so we didn't have time for our drink. During the play itself I found myself sitting next to an old gent who nodded off just as the play started. He then snored loudly through the entire first act. During the interval we arrived at the bar to find a large queue had formed so we didn't manage to get a drink then either. When we were making our way back to our seats Susan tripped over a bag that a member of the audience had left in the gangway and the contents of the bag of sweets she was carrying went flying over the balcony to shower the poor unfortunates below. This was greeted by a load cheer from those who benefited from the unexpected free candy, much to Susan's embarrassment. This of course wasn't helped by me laughing loudly because I found it so funny. It did however have the effect of making Susan laugh as well as she soon saw the funny side. The play itself was enjoyable and as it ended Susan suggested that as we no longer had the use of her car we would have to catch the late train home. She suggested that we should use the extra hour and a half to find somewhere to have a meal. I told her that I felt a little uneasy with this as I didn't have any money with which to pay my way but she insisted on treating me as a way of trying to salvage something from the evening. How wrong she was! We found a little Italian restaurant half way between the theatre and the train station. We both ordered a spaghetti dish and Susan ordered a bottle of white wine. The wine was very nice but the least said about the meal the better. The spaghetti was stone cold and the sauce burning hot. It was horrible. Susan was going to complain but in the end we decided to finish the wine, leave the meal, cut our losses and leave. The train ride home wasn't very pleasant either. The train was dirty and smelly and the heating didn't work. Two men, much the worse for drink, kept trying to chat us up and we were both relieved that we only had to endure a short journey of about twenty minutes. We walked from the station to the crossroads about halfway between our homes and stood under a street lamp for a few minutes to reminisce about our disastrous evening. Susan said that although it didn't quite go as planned she had still enjoyed herself, and my company, and hoped that we could do it again sometime. I said that I would look forward to it. She then leaned forward, gently put a hand on either side of my face and kissed my forehead before bidding me good night. As she did this I felt goose pimples run down my neck. Although taken slightly aback I found her actions to be very pleasant. She then turned away and started walking home. It didn't take very long before another chance for a night at the theatre came along, just two weeks in fact. I was sitting at home on a Tuesday evening when I was surprised to hear the doorbell ring. When I opened the front door Susan was standing on the doorstep. "Hi Sarah, can I come in?" she asked. "Of course you can, you're very welcome." I answered. Susan stepped in. She was wearing a fully buttoned long black coat which I offered to take from her. She undid the buttons to reveal a tight yellow top and a very short black skirt held up by a wide black leather belt. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her tight top moulded itself around her small breasts and her nipples pressed into the material. I couldn't help but think of how sexy she looked. I took her into the lounge and she sat on the black leather sofa. Her top and long tanned legs contrasted against the leather seat. "Would you like a drink?" I asked, "Tea, coffee, or would you like a cold one? I have a couple of bottles of white wine in the fridge." "A glass of wine would be nice." she replied, shifting her legs a little to make herself comfortable. Within a minute or two I was back from the kitchen with a bottle and two glasses and as I re-entered the room I noticed that Susan had slipped her shoes off and lifted her long, slim legs onto the sofa causing her skirt to ride even higher. "Here, let me do that," she said as she took the bottle and cork screw from my hands, "I'm quite a dab hand when it comes to de-corking a wine bottle." I placed the glasses on the coffee table that was positioned in front of the sofa and then sat down beside her. Why I sat there I don't know. I have two very comfortable chairs positioned opposite the sofa but something drew me beside her. "I popped in to see if you fancied another trip to the theatre," she said as she poured wine into the large glasses, "Hopefully one that will be a little more enjoyable than our previous outing." "Actually I enjoyed our last trip," I replied as I picked up the glasses, passing one to her and placing the other to my lips. She went on to say that there were a couple of good plays being performed shortly and we decided to go and see one the following Friday. Through the course of the evening we drank both bottles of wine as we chatted. I learned quite a lot about Susan that evening and I guess she learned a lot about me. During our conversation she told me that she was fifty five. I couldn't believe it as I had always thought that she was at least ten years younger and she told me that she was surprised to learn that I was only nineteen. On a few occasions during the evening our legs brushed against each others and although the skirt I was wearing wasn't anywhere near as short as hers there was nevertheless quite a lot of bare flesh making contact. I liked the feel of her leg against mine and when they did make contact I didn't make any effort to move away. She made a comment about how much she liked my shoulder length red hair and asked me if it was natural. For some reason I replied that it was, all of it, all over. She smiled at this comment and ran the fingers of one hand through my hair as she placed the other on my knee. It was at this point that I realised that she had been touching me all evening. I wasn't disturbed by this, in fact I think I was a little turned on by it. As she continued stroking my hair I found myself placing a hand onto her leg. A few moments later she suddenly announced that she had better be getting on her way home as she had a early appointment the next morning. I felt very disappointed that she was going to leave so soon. As she left she placed her hands on my cheeks and kissed me gently on the forehead as she had done two weeks previously, only this time I responded by giving her a quick peck on her cheek. She looked rather surprised by my action. After she had left I tidied the room and made my way to bed. As I lay there I couldn't get the memory of the way Susan had been sitting on my sofa, touching me, out of my head. I was beginning to get feelings for her that I had never experienced with anyone else before, feelings that I liked. Our next trip to the theatre was very successful. A brilliant play followed by a super meal. I had just been paid and although it meant that I would be a little short of money for the rest of the month I was relieved that I could pay my way. I didn't want Susan to think I was free-loading and although she kept telling me that she was willing to stand the cost of the evening I insisted on paying my share. When we arrived back in the village she invited me into her home for a drink and I eagerly accepted her offer. During the couple of weeks since we had last met I had constantly thought of that evening and the way she had touched me. I had never had any feelings towards another woman before but the thought of being with her excited me. I was hoping that she would touch me again. I had purposely worn a short, tight top and short skirt so that if she did touch me, hopefully she would touch bare skin and I was bitterly disappointed that she had worn a blouse and leather trousers. Her house was immaculate and so big. She gave me a guided tour and I was very impressed. There were four large bedrooms and each had an ensuite bath or shower room. Her bedroom was the last to be shown to me and it contained a king sized bed and very expensive looking furniture. She told me that there was some wine in the fridge and asked me to go and select a bottle and open it as she wanted to change as her leather trousers were making her hot. I nearly said that it wasn't her trousers that were making me hot but rather the person wearing them, but thought better of it. I opened the wine, found a couple of glasses and made my way to the lounge. I sat on the sofa and positioned myself in a similar position to that Susan had done when she visited my home. I kicked off my shoes and lifted my legs onto the seat. I made sure that there was plenty of leg to see. As I sat waiting I could feel my heart rate rise and I was beginning to get a little excited with the thought that Susan would soon be coming to sit next to me. I kept imagining her gliding her hands softly up and down my leg. I didn't know why I continued to have these exciting thoughts about Susan, all I did know was that as each day passed I was growing more and more attracted to her. At first I kidded myself that I thought of her as the older sister that I never had but over the past few days I had come to realise that my feelings were becoming less sisterly and more..., well..., I didn't quite know. But I did know that the feelings I was beginning to experience weren't the sort that you should have for your sister. Why I should start to have feelings for another woman I didn't know. It is true that I had never had a proper boyfriend but then again I hadn't come across any boys who I particularly wanted as one, and I certainly had never before had any kind of emotional feelings towards another woman. And why Susan I asked myself. She was old enough to be my mother. Was just the way that she touched me, careful, gentle contact. No lingering and no attempt to grope, just soft, gentle touches? My thoughts were broken when Susan entered the room and my heart sank as she sat in the chair opposite and not on the sofa beside me. She was wearing a dressing gown and my heart started pounding when I realised that was all she was wearing. As she leaned forward to pick up her glass of wine the gown opened slightly, not enough for me to see anything but at that moment I knew that I wanted to see what was under it. Throughout the rest of the evening I kept changing my position hoping to see a little more of her body, but to no avail. No matter what position I moved into or what movements she made the gown stayed firmly placed covering what I was now eager to see. After about an hour of conversation and a bottle and a half of wine, Susan suddenly asked if I had ever seen Agatha Christie's 'The Mouse Trap'. I told her I hadn't but that it was definitely on my list of 'things to do'. "Right," she said, "That will be our next theatre outing. I will treat us to a weekend away in London and we will take in the play while we are there." I protested that I couldn't possibly afford a weekend in London but she insisted that she wanted to treat me and in the end I agreed to accompany her. She leaned forward and we 'clinked' glasses, my eyes were firmly on the front of her gown but again with no luck. Her body was going to be kept firmly hidden from my eager stare. Susan assured me that she could obtain tickets for the weekend after the next and realising that it was getting late I told her that I had better be getting home. She walked me to the door and as before she cupped my cheeks and kissed me on the forehead. This time I responded by giving her a peck on the nose. She smiled. As I lay in bed that night I realised for the first time that my feelings for Susan were getting sexual. I couldn't stop thinking about her sitting there in her gown and imagined that it had fallen open in front of me. It was then that I realised that when I was thinking of her I had my hand on my pussy and was slowly caressing it. The thought of her gown slowly falling open to expose her tiny breasts continued to pass through my mind as my hand continued to play with my now wet pussy. I imagined that I was still sitting opposite her and that I was playing with myself in her full view. I then imagined her parting her legs to expose her clean shaven pussy to me before opening her gown fully and pleasuring herself. My hand quickened its movements and within a few seconds I experienced an amazing orgasm. I turned over and fell asleep, only to dream of us together all night. The two weeks seemed to pass as slowly as two years. Susan had to go away for most of it so I didn't see her again until the morning of our departure. We travelled to London by train and completed our journey by taxi. The wheels of the cab had hardly had time to stop turning before the hotel doorman had the door open. "Good morning madam," he said as her reached into the cab and took her hand, "How very nice to see you again. You are keeping well I trust?" "Very well, thank you James," she replied as he helped her out, "And you?" "Very well madam," he said as he offered his hand to me, "And this charming young lady, is she your daughter?" I laughed as Susan said, "No James, this is Sarah, a very dear friend." "Oh, I humbly apologise madam," James said. "There's no need for apologies James, in fact I take it as a compliment your thinking I could have a daughter as delightful as Sarah." Susan and I made our way into the hotel as James retrieved our cases from the boot of the taxi. The hotel lobby was huge and it took a few moments to walk to the reception desk. A charming young man met us with a smile. "Good morning madam," he said in greeting, "I took the liberty of reserving your usual suite for you. I hope that was in order." "That was very sweet of you Christopher, thank you very much." Susan replied. She took some keys from his hand as she signed the hotel register. Within a few minutes we had arrived at a door on the fifth floor with a name shield beside it which proclaimed 'The Royal Swan Suite'. Susan unlocked the door and we entered. Inside it was like a palace, the main room was huge with a thick cream coloured shag-pile carpet covering the floor and long red rich velvet curtains adorning the four large windows. James followed us into the room with our cases and Susan went to get her purse from her handbag. He placed his hand onto hers and said, "Please madam, that won't be necessary." With that he turned and left the room, gently closing the door behind him. Susan then showed me round the suite. The main room contained a king sized bed, a large four seat sofa, numerous tables and chairs including a large dining table and a very large wide-screen television was affixed to a wall. I looked above the bed and saw that a huge mirror was fixed to the ceiling. Theatre of Dreams There were doors to four other rooms and she took me into each one in turn. A large dressing room, an even larger bathroom, a room with a jacuzzi and another large bedroom. We entered the bedroom and this also had a king sized bed, a dressing table and an ensuite shower room. I looked up and noticed another large mirror fixed to the ceiling above the bed. "We'll get changed and go and do some shopping." Susan announced before leaving the room. I quickly transferred my clothes from my suitcase to the drawers and a wardrobe and selected a red jumper and calf length dark blue skirt to wear. I took off my blouse and slacks and sat on the side of the bed in just my bra and panties. I lay back to test the softness of the bed and was greeted by my reflection in the mirror. I lay there looking at my reflection for a few moments and suddenly felt so turned on. I could hear Susan moving about in the next room. I unclasped my bra and slipped it down my arms and slid my panties off. I looked up at my nude body, spread my legs and watched myself as I gently stroked my pussy. If Susan had walked through the door I knew I wouldn't have minded. I decided to change my selection of clothes to a tight stretch top and short skirt. After getting dressed I went back into the main room to find Susan sitting on the sofa. She was wearing a loose brown woollen top and short red leather skirt. She looked so sexy. We made our way around a few shops before Susan announced that she wanted to visit the Pink Kitten. I knew that I couldn't afford anything that would be on sale there, I only had about sixty pounds to spend and the cheapest item on offer would cost many times that but it would be nice to see first hand what they had to offer. Susan was warmly greeted when we entered the shop, she was obviously well known to the staff. It only took her a few minutes to find a handful of clothes that she wanted to try on and asked me if I had seen anything that I liked. I replied that I had seen one or two things but they were way more than I could afford. She took my hand and led me to a rail from which hung a gorgeous collection of dresses. She plucked a lovely dress, marbled light and dark blue and as she handed it to me she said that it would look wonderful on me. I looked at the hanging tag and nearly dropped to the floor when I saw that it priced at over £650. "I can't afford that!" I exclaimed, feeling a little embarrassed. I knew that compared to Susan I was way out of touch. "You don't have to be able to afford it to try it on, silly" she said, "Just trying it on will make you feel great and at least you will be able to say that you have worn a real designer frock." She passed it to me with a smile. We made our way to the changing rooms and Susan said, "We'll use this one" as she took my hand and led me through the door of the only large room, all of the others were for single occupants. My heart skipped a beat as we entered. I would be sharing a room with Susan as we both disrobed. Within seconds Susan had kicked off her shoes, slipped off her top and skirt and was standing in just her bra and panties. Even her underwear was classy and probably cost more than all the clothes I was currently wearing put together. I didn't want to take my eyes off of her body as she stood there. Her fine white lace lingerie contrasted heavily with her tanned body. I couldn't see a tan line anywhere, although I didn't want to make it look obvious that I was looking at her so I kept turning away and only glanced at her when I thought my actions wouldn't be noticed. I nervously slipped my top over my shoulders and then removed my skirt. I too was now standing in just my underwear. I turned to look at Susan to see she had put on a black evening dress. She looked lovely. She turned to me and said, "What do you think? Do you reckon it will turn a few heads?" I took the couple of steps needed to position myself beside her and brushed a crease from the fabric covering her bottom. I couldn't believe I had just brushed my hand across her ass. "You look divine." I answered. I felt a warm glow as I realised that as she turned to face me she was looking up and down my near naked body. I loved the feeling of her looking at me and couldn't wait until the moment that she removed the dress to reveal herself to me again. I had never before wished to see anybody naked, or even just near naked, but I so wanted to see her gorgeous body. Within a few seconds my wish was granted and the dress slipped the floor. She bent down to pick it up and as she did so she leaned forward and I could almost see her nipples down the top of her lacy bra. From that moment on, even though I was still only wearing my bra and panties I took it upon myself to act as her personal dresser, helping her try on the rest of the clothes she had brought into the changing room She must have been trying various dresses and combinations of tops and skirts for around twenty minutes. All this time I was treated with the sight of her dressing and undressing. I took every opportunity that became available to brush my hand against her body on the pretence of flattening out creases and was tempted on more than one occasion to brush my hands across her breasts. Susan also seemed to be taking advantage of the situation by continually looking at me in my undies. I did at one point wish I was naked. The thought of her seeing me nude was driving me crazy. The last garment she tried was a very short brown marbled dress with a high polo neck. Although it had very short sleeves it was totally backless with the front so designed that it hung loose and slightly away from the body. I knew that if she wore it without a bra there would be a very good chance of me catching a glimpse of a breast from the side, especially if she were to lean forward. "Try your dress on honey," she said, handing it to me, "I think you will look lovely in it." Within a few moments I had put it on. Like the one Susan was still wearing it was very short and backless. It also had a plunging neckline. It was Susan's turn to brush out the creases and I drew a deep breath as her hand slowly slid across my bottom, not just once but several times. They were soft gentle strokes and I knew that she was taking full advantage of the situation. "It looks wonderful on you," she said as she stepped back for a better look, "And it will look even better without the bra. You look so sexy in it." She paused for a moment and then said with a smile, "There would be plenty of stiff cocks on show the moment you entered a room wearing that." We both laughed. That is the first time I had ever heard her say anything of a sexual nature. We changed back into our own clothes and went back into the main shop. Susan had decided that she was going to buy the first and last dresses that she had tried on together with a selection of skirts. She took the dress from me that I had tried on and said she would return it to the rack and asked me to fetch a scarf that she had admired when we first entered the shop. By the time I returned Susan was ready to pay for her purchases and I handed her the scarf. I could have died when I heard the shop assistant announce that the total cost of the purchase was just a shade under £2000. Susan didn't blink, she just asked for it to be added to her account. It had started to rain when we left the shop and Susan hailed a taxi. We climbed inside and she told the driver to take us back to the hotel. As I sat there I knew that the memory of us being together almost naked would live with me for a long time to come. "I'm going to take a shower," Susan announced as we entered our suite, "And then I'm going to treat us to a really nice dinner in the hotel restaurant." She placed her bags on the sofa and then walked to her bathhroom. I decided to take a shower as well. As I showered I couldn't get the images of the almost naked Susan out of my head and as I was soaping my body I found myself caressing my pussy with my lather covered hands. I rinsed and dried myself and walked naked back into my bedroom. I had brought a sexy looking set of underwear with me and decided to wear it that night. I was hoping that there might somehow be a chance for me to let Susan see me semi naked again and if that chance did arise I wanted to look my best. That chance didn't take very long to come. Just after pulling on my panties I heard a gentle knock on the door. "Are you decent?" I heard Susan say. "Just about," I replied, "come in." Susan came into the room carrying one of the bags that she had brought from the Pink Kitten. She had only taken a couple of steps when she stopped and looked at me standing there in my skimpy undies. I could feel her eyes burning up and down my body. She stood there for several moments just looking at me without saying a word and she made no attempt to hide the fact that she was clearly enjoying the view. How I wish she had walked into the room a few moments earlier and caught me naked. She was wearing a strawberry pink towelling robe, loosely tied at the waist. The top was open, only just covering her breasts and it didn't come together until just below her navel. There were certainly no tan marks at all on the top half her body. Susan came over and handed me the bag. "Here's a little present for you," she said, "I thought you might want to wear it this evening." I opened the bag and found that it contained the blue dress that I had tried on earlier. "I can't accept this," I said, "It's far too expensive for a present." "Of course you can accept it," she replied, "If I couldn't afford it I wouldn't have bought it, and anyhow, I bought it just as much for me as for you." "Sorry, I don't quite know what you mean." I said. Susan broke out into a wide smile as she said, "What I mean is that I bought it because I wanted to see you wearing it, as it should be worn, that is to say without the bra. I'm certain it will look wonderful on you and I can't think of anything I'd rather look at all evening than you in that dress. Go on, take it, and wear it for me this evening." I took it from the bag. It looked even more beautiful than it did earlier. "I'll wear it if you wear the brown dress." I said. I can't wear that in public!" she exclaimed, "I bought that to wear when I'm on holiday." "Please wear it," I said, "I'd love you to wear that dress." Susan smiled again and said "I don't think so honey, it's a little too revealing to wear in public, especially for a woman of my age, even though I'd love to wear it for you." She turned and left the room. I knew that if she had worn that dress I would have stood a good chance of seeing her reveal even more of her body. I removed my bra and slipped the dress on. I then climbed onto the bed and looked at my reflection in the mirror above and realised that the dress was even shorter than I had thought, a good six or seven inches above my knees. I don't know why but for some reason I reached under the hem and pulled off my panties. I lay on the bed for a few minutes when Susan tapped on the door again, this time opening it and stepping into the room before I could say anything. I had my legs together so I knew that she didn't know that I was laying there pantie-less. "Are you ready?" she asked, "I'm famished." I looked up. She was wearing the brown dress. She looked awesome. I slipped off of the bed and followed her. We were about to go out for a meal and all I was wearing was a skimpy dress and a pair of shoes, my pussy only just covered by the very high hemline. The thought of being so close to Susan whilst wearing so little made me feel excited and incredibly horny. We walked down to the restaurant and as we passed through the doorway she leaned over towards me and whispered, "Can you hear all those creaking noises? That's the sound of stiffening cocks my honey." We had a super meal, with lots of wine for lubrication, much more than we had ever consumed together before. As the evening wore on the copious amount of alcohol made us both very relaxed and during the evening I took every opportunity offered to try and catch a glimpse of Susan's bare flesh. The conversation moved on to her many holidays and I mentioned that I hadn't seen any tan lines on her body and she told me that was because she always holidayed on nudist beaches. As she described her last holiday I opened my legs and felt a cool breeze blowing onto my bare pussy. "Do you holiday at nudist beaches to see all those naked men?" I asked. Susan laughed, "Not really honey," she replied, "I just love being naked and feeling the sun all over my body." She paused as she took a drink from her glass and then continued, "And to look at all those wonderful, gorgeous, naked pussies." I knew she was telling me something and wondered if she realised just how close she was to my naked pussy. "And I love the feeling when somebody watches me sunbathing nude, especially if I fancy them." As Susan sat back into her chair the top of her dress moulded itself around her body as it tightened. I realised that she must be aroused as her nipples were very prominent as they pressed into the tight material. She stayed in that position for a few minutes and I couldn't take my eyes off of her chest. I could feel my own nipples hardening and my pussy becoming moist. As I took a sip of wine I felt one of Susan's feet touch the top of mine. Like me she had slipped off her shoes. My feet were together as her sole gently brushed across them. It had been a long time since I had played footsie with anyone. I moved my feet apart. Her foot stayed on top of my right one and I placed my left on top of hers and gently pressed it down. It was my turn to tell her something by my actions. I looked her in the eyes and a big smile broke out on it as she continued the caress. We arrived back at our suite a little after midnight, both a little worse for the amount of wine we had consumed. This however didn't stop Susan from fetching another bottle and glasses from the drinks trolley in the corner of the room. As I sat down onto the comfortable sofa Susan stood at the side of the coffee table and opened the first bottle and filled the two large glasses. She bent forward as she did so the front of her dress slightly fell away from her body. As she was sideways on to me I caught my very first, albeit brief, glimpse of her breasts. I could feel the beat of my heart quickening and my nipples started to harden. Susan walked around the table and came to sit beside me on the sofa. She passed me a very full glass and we both took a deep draft of the sweet, deep red liquid. "What should we talk about honey?" she asked. I knew I wanted her to tell me more about her holidays. She had made me feel really horny earlier in the evening, telling me about them even though she hadn't gone into any deep detail, but I wanted her to. I moved close to her side, took another gulp from my glass and said, "Your holidays, tell me more about your holidays". I placed my now empty glass onto the table and Susan placed hers beside. She leaned forward and refilled them, her dress falling forward again as she did so. I leaned forward with her and was rewarded with another glimpse of her breasts, this time they were so much closer, just inches away from my eyes and she didn't seem in any hurry to sit back. After a few moments we did sit back and Susan smiled to me. I smiled back. There didn't seem to be any need to say anything. She knew I had been looking at her, and she knew that I knew. I placed my head on her shoulder and she put her arm around me and started to run her fingers through my hair. "What do you want to know?" she asked. "You said that you liked people looking at you when you were nude, that it turned you on. Tell me about a time you have been really turned on by someone looking at you." "There was a time in Spain a few years ago." she said, "I was staying in a really nice villa at a naturist resort. A family, mum, dad and daughter of about eighteen or nineteen were staying in the villa opposite. I hadn't seen any of them naked, it was only optional at this particular venue, but both the mum and daughter only wore very skimpy swim suits and the dad walked round all day in a pair of small swimming shorts. There was a bit of a bulge in his shorts and I thought to myself that I would love to see him out of them." She paused as we both took another drink. As we sat back into the sofa I again lay my head onto her shoulder and she put her arm back around me. This time however she placed the palm of her hand onto my bare arm and slowly slid it up and down as she continued. She told me that one morning she had made her way to the beach. This particular stretch of golden sand was littered with large, smooth boulders. She sat with her back against one and applied some sun lotion and then removed her bikini top and as she was rubbing some lotion into her breasts the family in the opposite villa came and sat facing her with their backs against another boulder, about fifteen feet or so away. The mum and daughter were both wearing their usual skimpy bikinis but this time dad was wearing some loose baggy shorts. As Susan was wearing sun glasses, the type with mirror lenses, the family couldn't tell if she was watching them. After a while dad went for a swim in the sea and left mum and daughter applying sun lotion to each other. Mum kept whispering something into her daughters ear and she kept replying with a firm "no". Mum and daughter settled down and took a couple of magazines from their bags and started to read them. "At this point," Susan whispered, "I thought I would have a little fun with them." She moved her hand from my arm, and placed it on my shoulder and gently pushed me forward a little. She then slid her arm down my back and placed her hand on my waist and started to softly caress me. She continued her story by saying that she pulled her feet up towards her and placed them about eighteen inches apart before spreading her knees. Although she was still wearing her bikini bottom the mum and daughter were given a good view of her crotch. After a few moments the mum again whispered something to her daughter, only this time she didn't reply. Susan had her head back and turned slightly so that it didn't appear to them that she was watching them. The mother sat forward and slowly removed her top and passed the sun lotion bottle to her daughter who duly applied some to her mothers small but perky breasts. I then realised that Susan's hand had found its way onto my tummy and she was caressing it in small circular movements, the circles very slowly getting larger. This, combined with her story and the amount of wine I had consumed was making me feel even more horny. I placed a hand onto her knee, she opened her legs slightly to let it slip between them and as I gently rubbed her with my palm she placed a gentle kiss on the top of my head before continuing. As the mum and daughter watched her she very slowly pulled the tie on one side of her bikini bottom before doing the same to the other one. She lay there for about ten minutes, all the time watching her watchers. She took some sun lotion, rubbed it between her palms and then put one hand down the front of her bikini and very slowly rubbed the lotion in then did the same with her other hand, with a highly exaggerated motion. My heart was now starting to pound. The thought of Susan rubbing lotion into her pussy excited me and her hand was now only narrowly missing my breasts. She told me that she then started to very slowly roll down the front of her bikini as she lifted her hand from my tummy and placed it onto my right breast. Through the thin material I could feel her gently rubbing her fingers over my hard, swollen nipple. I turned to her and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. Theatre of Dreams "Do you want me to continue with the story?" She asked. I again kissed her on the cheek as I whispered in reply, "Oh please, I want to hear everything. You're making me so hot." Susan placed her free hand onto the inside of my thigh and started to caress that as she continued. She told me that she rolled the front of her bikini down so that it only just covered her pussy. As she looked over the mother reached behind her daughter and undid the tie on her bikini top. She offered a little resistance at first but then just sat there as her mother removed it. The daughters breasts were just like her mothers and the mother then rubbed sun lotion onto her daughters breasts. Then, as both were watching Susan spread her knees a little further and let the bikini bottom fall forward. She reached under herself and slowly pulled it out and away from her body and dropped it to her side. I gulped as she told me that the mother and daughter now had an unobstructed view of her naked, clean shaved pussy. She kept watching as first the mother and then, a few minutes later, the daughter, removed their swim suit bottoms. It wasn't very long before Susan had a very nice view of two gorgeous pussies. The mother was clean shaven and the daughter was neatly trimmed. It was then that Susan noticed movement behind the boulder that her audience were sitting against. The dad had returned and, almost fully shielded by the rock, was watching her, his eyes firmly fixed on her pussy. She could tell by his body movements that he was pleasuring himself as he was watching her. I turned to Susan and kissed her on the lips, a long slow kiss. "I wish I had been there." I told her. "To see those two lovely pussies?" she asked. "No silly", I replied, "To see yours." We kissed again. "You can see mine any time you like honey," she said before kissing me again, "Any time you like." "Will you take your hand off of my breast?" I asked her. "Don't you want it there honey?" she asked, a touch of sadness in her voice. "No," I replied, as I moved my lips closer to hers. "I want it on the inside of my dress." I again initiated a long, slow soft kiss and Susan gently responded. Susan lifted me away from the seat and undid the tie at the top of my dress. I offered no resistance and it fell away from my body. She then pulled the fabric belt undone, again with no resistance, and asked me to stand up. I did as she asked and she slowly pushed my dress to the floor. I was now standing in front of her totally naked and my heart was pounding like a steam hammer. "Oh my honey," Susan said in little more than a whisper, "How I've longed to see my little angle naked". She put a hand on each side of my waist, leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on my tummy. I responded by placing my hands on the sides of her head and softly caressed her. "And I long to see you naked my darling," I told her, "I long to look at you, to caress you, to play with you". Susan stood and turned her back to me. She didn't have to say anything, I knew what she wanted me to do. I undid the clasps on the neck of her dress allowing it to fall forward and then pushed it down and off of her body. I was shocked to see that she too had not been wearing any panties all evening. She turned to face me and for the first time I saw her nude. She was gorgeous. I instinctively leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on her lips and as I did so I felt a shudder pass through my body as our breasts touched. Susan again placed her arms around my waist and pulled us close together. As we started a long tender kiss she slipped her hands onto my bottom and pulled me harder towards her, pressing my pussy onto her leg. Her tongue darted into my mouth as she started to rub my pussy with her thigh, her fingers kneading the cheeks of my bottom, ever pulling my pussy firmer against her. I placed my hands on her bottom and started squeezing it as I pushed my tongue into her mouth. We kissed for several minutes before she broke the kiss. "Now my honey," she whispered softly in my ear, "I'm going to take you to my bed and I'm going to lick and kiss every square inch of your divine body. And your pussy?, I'm going to eat you. I'm going to lick and lap that little bit of heaven until you scream with pleasure and beg me to stop, and then I'm going to eat you a little bit more." My head was spinning. I wanted her to do all of those things and I wanted to play with her body, to caress and kiss her, to hug and cuddle her and I wanted to watch her naked body as she played with mine. Without saying another word she led me across the room to her bed. As we passed by the door she turned off the light at the switch to leave the room bathed in darkness. She led me to her bed and we both climbed on. We were on our knees facing each other and she pulled me toward her, wrapped her arms around me and pulled our bodies tight together. Her lips found mine and we shared another long passionate kiss. Her tongue pressed onto my lips and I opened them to allow it access to my mouth. Our tongues danced with each other as I slipped my hands down her back and again placed them onto the cheeks of her ass, Susan letting out a loud moan the moment they made contact. Susan pressed a hand between our bodies and cupped my breast as her other hand made its way over my tummy to rest on my thigh just a few inches from my pussy. Our kissing grew more intense as she rolled my nipple between her finger and thumb at the same time as she gently brushed my thigh, each sweep stopping just short of my pussy. I started to caress her bottom as we let our bodies fall onto the bed. Susan reached to the edge of the bed and turned on a switch that illuminated the mirror above, filling the room with a soft glow. Susan broke the kiss and started to kiss my neck. "Look up at the ceiling my darling," she whispered as she moved her hand onto my pussy. I opened my eyes and looked upward at the same moment as her fingers touched my clitoris, making my ass involuntarily lift from the bed. She gently pushed me backwards so that I was laying flat on my back and then she moved up my body and kissed me again. She slowly kissed my ears, my neck and then my lips again. She took me by the wrists and moved my hands to the top of the bed and whispered in my ear, "Keep looking at the mirror my sweetheart." She moved her body up mine until she was sitting just below my breasts. She took my left hand and placed it onto a pillow and then reached behind and pulled out the ends of a pink ribbon then carefully and loosely tied it around my wrist. She then did the same with my right hand before moving her body down mine a little, leaned forward and kissed me passionately and cupped my breasts with her hands. She played with my nipples with her fingers before moving her lips to take their place, first one breast then the other. My heart started to race as I watched our reflection in the mirror. Her mouth was firmly clamped onto my small, left breast, her lips forming a seal and her actions forming a vacuum as she sucked, her tongue feverishly lapping my now swollen, rock hard nipple. As she moved her face from my left breast to my right she reached behind and started to run the palm of her hand up and down my thigh. She started to move her face down my body kissing, sucking and licking as she very slowly made her way downwards. Her mouth stopped just an inch or two above my pussy. She started to stroke my thick bush of soft red pubic hair with her fingers as she re-positioned herself between my legs. "My, my, what a gorgeous little furry pussy you have my darling," she said, "I'm going to have a lot of fun with that." I again looked to the mirror as she took hold of my ankles and gently parted my legs. She opened them wide, very wide. She slipped further down and took pink ribbons from one side of the foot of the bed and then the other and gently tied my ankles in turn. They, like my hands, were only tied loosely and I could easily have removed them but I didn't want to. I wanted to be at her mercy. She slipped back up the bed and we again kissed passionately as she was kneeling beside me. "Do you know how you are affecting me?" she asked between kisses, "I'll show you". She released my left hand and placed it onto her soaking wet pussy. As it made contact she let out a deep, loud moan. She then re-tied my hand with the ribbon. I looked at her dripping pussy. It wasn't clean shaved as I had imagined but was covered with a thick mat of grey hair. I looked back to the mirror as her face again plunged onto my breast and her hand rested on my tummy. She sucked my breast and caressed my tummy for a couple of minutes making me wild with desire before, at the speed of lightning, she first pulled the ribbons holding my hands and then those holding my feet, tightening their grip. Although I didn't want there to be, there was no longer the option of escape. Susan straddled my waist, leaned forward and offered a breast to my eager mouth. I lifted my head to meet it and clamped my lips around the very swollen nipple and licked, kissed and sucked at it with all my worth. After a couple of minutes Susan replaced her breast with her other and I started all over again. All the time I was playing with her nipples with my mouth I could feel them swelling and hardening. Susan shuffled up the bed until her crotch was hovering above my breasts. She reached down to her pussy and pulled her lips apart before lowering herself firstly onto my left breast, and then my right, smearing her juices all over the area around my swollen nipples. The effect was awesome, not only on my breasts but also on my pussy which was throbbing with anticipation of what the future would shortly be bringing to it. By this time my whole body was on a high. I didn't know what else Susan had planned but I was more than eager to find out. Susan again shuffled her body down the bed and leaned forward and kissed me. Our kiss lasted an age before she broke it off. She moved her mouth to my breasts and in turn licked and sucked at them, sucking up all the traces of her pussy juices. She then kissed me again, pushing her tongue into my mouth and swirling it around mine so that I could share the taste of her juices. "Now my honey, I'm going to fuck you," she whispered in my ear, "I'm going to fuck you with my fingers and my mouth. I'm going to fuck you until you beg me to stop and then I'm going to fuck you some more." She reached down with her hand, placed it onto my pussy and immediately started to caress it with a slow circular motion. I was in heaven. She started to slowly kiss her way down my body and when her lips were just a couple of inches above my pussy she lifted her knee up and over my body. Her pussy was just inches from my mouth. I had never been so close to a pussy before. The smell of her most intimate part was like nothing I had ever experienced. I was so excited. My breathing was very fast and heavy and my whole body was sweating and quivering. I knew it wouldn't be very long before I had an orgasm. I looked up to the mirror again and watched as she parted my pussy lips with her fingers. She gently blew on my pussy and then started to lick around my clitoris. I felt a finger enter me and it slowly moved in and out. It was only a few seconds before it was joined by another. Susan's pussy was still hovering above my face but much as I wanted to I couldn't bring myself to lick or kiss it. Suddenly Susan clamped her mouth onto my exposed pussy flesh and sucked hard, rubbing her tongue over my clitoris and increasing the rhythm of her fingers. Within seconds I exploded with the most incredible orgasm that I had ever experienced. My whole body lifted from the bed forcing my pussy even tighter onto Susan's mouth. As the orgasm subsided Susan lifted her leg back over my body, turned around and came back up the bed to lay beside me. She undid the four ribbons. I put my arms tightly round her and pulled her towards me and kissed her hard. We lay for a while before Susan turned to lay on her back. She took my hand and, opening her legs wide, placed it onto her pussy. I looked up to the mirror and watched myself as I slowly started run my fingers through the rich mat of corse grey hair. Susan lifted her leg over my body, opening her legs even wider for me. I turned and kissed her full on the lips as my hand slid onto her soaking wet flesh. She let out a loud moan as I started to play with her. I moved my mouth to her left breast and sucked her very swollen nipple, running my tongue round and round and sucking gently but purposefully . My fingers slid effortlessly all around the excited area surrounding her gaping hole. I released her nipple from my mouth and turned back onto my back and again looked up to the mirror. I looked at Susan's reflected face, she was watching my every move. "Slip your fingers into my cunt my darling", she whispered, "Fuck me with your fingers". I clamped my mouth onto her breast again as I slipped two fingers effortlessly inside her. She took a very deep breath and pushed her crotch hard onto my hand, forcing my fingers to penetrate deeper inside her. Her juices flowed over my hand. I slipped a third finger inside her, and pushed them as deep as they would go. Susan lifted her bottom a little higher, trying to make me penetrate her even deeper, but my small finger, which was now pressed hard against her ass-hole, was preventing this from happening. My fingers had plenty of space inside her, and her juices were lubricating their movements. I pulled them out, and brought them to my nose. The aroma was incredible and made me feel even more light headed. I took my mouth from her breast and planted a hard kiss on her lips. Her breathing was really hard and fast. I placed my fingers to her mouth and she closed her lips round them, sucking and licking them frantically. I then placed my hand back onto her pussy and caressed her for a few moments, making her increasingly wet. She was gasping for breath. "Fuck my cunt again Honey", she gasped, "as deep as you can". I rolled my fingers together and carefully started to slip four fingers inside her. She let out a loud moan as she pushed herself ever deeper onto my hand. I looked up to the mirror, I could clearly see my hand deep inside her pussy. She kept lifting her tummy trying to get it in even deeper. I started to slowly slip it in and out, the whole palm of my hand slipped inside her, only my thumb stopped its progress further. I slipped it out so only my finger tips were inside her and then slipped it back up to the hilt. When it was fully in I caressed her clitoris with my thumb making her moan louder and deeper. She carefully placed her hand on to the back of my head and applied gentle pressure to leave me in doubt as to where she wanted my face to go. I started to place gentle kisses all over her tiny breasts, before slowly making my way downward. My head was spinning, my heart was thumping, my nipples were hardening and my pussy was again getting excited with the knowledge that my face would shortly be between Susan's wide open legs. My lips reached her navel which I kissed and gently licked. Susan again gently pressed onto the back of my head. Her breathing was getting deeper and harder and my hand continued to slip in and out of her pussy. Within seconds my lips came into contact with the course mat of her pubic hair. In my present position I couldn't move any further down her body so I slipped back up beside her and kissed her deeply and passionately, our tongues danced around each other as I fully covered her mouth with mine. Susan was trying to breath through her nose but she was breathing so deeply that she had to break the kiss. I lifted her leg from my body, slipped down the bed and positioned myself so that I was kneeling between her legs. I placed a hand on each thigh and opened her legs as wide as I could. I slipped my body flat onto the bed and kissed and licked each thigh in turn, slowly moving my face closer and closer to her pussy. She was sweating profusely as her breathing continued to deepen and her moans became even louder. My lips were now only inches from her pussy She placed a hand on each side of my face and tried to guide it towards its target. The aroma of her pussy was driving me wild and my pussy throbbed as I felt her pubic hair brushing my cheeks. I stopped with my face just an inch or two from her swollen, soaking pink fleshy lips. Her pussy was gaping and her clitoris erect. As Susan gently tried to pull my mouth to her I suddenly realised that I couldn't bring myself to make contact with her pussy. I wanted to, I desperately wanted to, but I just couldn't. "Kiss my cunt, lick my cunt." Susan pleaded. I placed a hand either side of her pussy and carefully pulled her lips apart. It looked so inviting, like a freshly stoned peach, but I still couldn't bring myself to make contact with my mouth. "Please Honey, please lick my pussy," she begged, "Please my darling, take my cunt into your mouth and pleasure it, I'll do anything to you that you want me to, anything, please, please, please play with my cunt with your mouth." "I'm so, so sorry," I replied. "I want to, I really want to, but, but, I just can't." "A hundred pounds," Susan gasped, "I'll give you a hundred pounds just to kiss my pussy." I didn't want her money, I wanted to pleasure her with my mouth but I just couldn't. "A thousand pounds. I'll give you a thousand pounds, just for one kiss on my pussy." Why couldn't I do it? I so wanted to do it. I longed to taste her most intimate place but I just couldn't take that one last step. Something inside me wouldn't let me cross that barrier. "Ten thousand pounds. I mean it my gorgeous darling, ten thousand pounds to make your Susan the happiest woman on Earth. I had frozen. I couldn't move any closer. Susan's hands slightly tightened on the sides of my head and she started to slowly move her body towards my face. "Forgive me my darling, but I will die if I can't have your mouth on my cunt." I lay perfectly still as her pussy moved slowly nearer and nearer, my heart was pounding as it came ever closer. I opened my mouth just as it made contact and closed it around the flesh that surrounded her clitoris. I immediately started to suck and flashed my tongue over and over her hardened nub. I pushed my thumb deep inside her pussy and wiggled it about as my onslaught of her clitoris continued. Susan pressed harder onto my face and her moans turned almost into screams. Harder and harder I sucked and licked and faster and faster I wiggled my digit inside her, harder and harder, faster and faster. She wrapped her legs around my body and pulled me tighter into her. I could hardly breathe and I was so incredibly excited. Even though there had been no physical contact with my pussy I could feel myself about to come. I freed my hands from her thighs and reached up to her breasts, cupping one in each hand I started to knead them and roll her rock hard nipples between finger and thumb. Harder she pulled my face to her pussy. I slipped my tongue deep inside her, opened my mouth wide and spread my top lip over her hot pink flesh. I sucked her clitoris deep into my mouth and forced my tongue ever deeper inside her. Susan lifted her ass from the bed taking my head with it as she erupted into an enormous orgasm. I moved a hand from her breast and reached down to my pussy, within a second or two I joined her with another orgasm. Susan was thrashing on the bed, her climax kept going and going, and I kept licking and sucking, trying to make it last for as long as I could.