Date: Fri, 9 Nov 2012 09:06:24 -0800 (PST) From: Lawrence Arabicus Subject: The Neighborhood: Home and Away Part III The Neighborhood (Home and Away) Ð Chapter 3 This is a work that is not based on any real persons or events. If you are not of legal age to read erotic fiction, please leave now and do not continue reading. For everyone else, I hope that you enjoy it and have fun. Feedback is always welcome. All materials presented herein copyright the author. Please consider donating to Nifty. It takes time and money to present all of these hot stories for our naughty pleasures. Rebecca sipped her white wine and looked up through her lashes at the woman seated across from her. Heather had texted her early that morning as she returned from her run with Evelyn. The brief message had been all she needed to set her pussy dripping: "Thinking of U w/ my fingers. Lunch?" She unconsciously licked her lips as the shapely young blonde gazed back at her, filling the silent pause in the conversation with a warm tension. Rebecca had first met Heather earlier that week, when the buxom waitress had served her and her best friend, Mildred, as well as Mildred's boss, Herb Miller. That day had seen a series of unlikely events that had propelled her and her husband, Elliot, into a lust-soaked weekend. This included the incident at the restaurant, where Heather had haplessly watched Rebecca and Mildred seduce the richest man in Milton Vale [see The Neighborhood Part V]. Now, she found herself in another hotel restaurant, with this fresh young thing eagerly leaning forward, displaying the deep, creamy cleavage that Rebecca had slipped her business card into that steamy afternoon three days ago. "I'm glad you agreed to meet me," Heather blushed, "I hope I wasn't being too forward. It's just É I've never done anything quite like this before É I couldn't get what you said that day out of my mind." Rebecca smiled and tried to remember the last time she had been as nervous as the young woman. Was it that summer before college, at her Aunt Daphne's? An image flashed in her head of deep auburn tresses gently brushing against her bare shoulders, of skilled, gentle fingers tracing the contours of her ribs, her hips, her thighs. Her nipples hardened perceptibly at the memory, and she looked back into Heather's sea green eyes, the buzzing in her abdomen causing her to draw a deep breath. "I said many things that day, Dear, tell me what it was that has you so agitated." She crossed her legs and could feel her juices slick against her panties. "About É how you É like to fuck girls," Heather whispered, "how you have fucked that other lady É I've been soaking wet ever since." Her face and neck were now flushed the deep crimson that Rebecca remembered so well from that afternoon. "And then you gave me your number É I couldn't stop wondering É what it would be like É" she trailed off plaintively. The fluttering in her stomach was now a hunger and she fixed Heather with a predatory look. She slipped the open toe pump off her right foot and slowly slid it up Heather's gorgeously curved calf and between her plump thighs. She could feel the tangle of lace and silk as her bare toes rested on the young woman's pulsing crotch. "Well. It's true, what I said. Would you like to talk about this a bit more in private, maybe at your place?" She folded her hands on the table and subtly squeezed her own plush bosom toward her quarry. Heather hitched her hips forward, her short skirt bunching up over her thighs as the ball of Rebecca's foot pressed against her pubic bone. "We could go to my place," Heather placed her soft hand against Rebecca's immaculately pedicured toes, holding the foot in place as her grinding became more intense, "but I think I need to use the ladies' room first." She suddenly sat back and hooked her thumbs under her skirt and into the waistband of her panties. With a quick wriggle she slipped them down over her hips and hung them over Rebecca's big toe. Demurely, she stood and smoothed her skirt over her legs and round behind, then quickly darted for the washrooms in the rear of the restaurant. Rebecca pulled her foot to her lap and deftly snatched the panties from her between her toes, bunching them in her fist and bringing them discreetly to her nose. The woman across the aisle from her table sat staring at Rebecca, the fork-full of pasta poised halfway to her open mouth. She was in her late fifties or early sixties, had spent a good deal of the year in the sun based on the broad, bronzed mounds of flesh displayed in her scoop neck blouse, and was clearly aware of what had just transpired at the table next to her. Rebecca smiled slowly and unclenched the panties, turning them open and delicately flicking her tongue over the sticky crotch. The woman closed her mouth and swallowed, then licked her lips. Rebecca replaced her foot in her pump, stood and gently placed Heather's panties on the woman's table, then calmly strode toward the washrooms. Heather was waiting in the finely appointed Ladies' Room, leaning against the marble counter with her back to the wide mirror. Rebecca strode forward and slid her left hand behind Heather's neck, clenching the hair at the nape and pulling her forward. Meanwhile, her right hand slid down Heather's flank and quickly yanked up her skirt. Their lips met with open fury, and Rebecca could taste the fine Chardonnay and the raspberry vinaigrette on Heather's tongue as her fingers snaked between the young woman's asscheeks, lightly brushed her asshole and glided along the moist crevice of her pussy. Heather ground her hips against Rebecca and moaned when the older woman's fingers gently parted her labia, then slid forward to rub her clitoris. She could feel the climax that had been building since the early morning approaching its crest. Abruptly, Rebecca bent her forward over the counter, her ass bare and exposed, her legs spread into an open stance. She sighed as Rebecca pushed between the creases of her syrupy pussy lips and inserted two fingers. Gently, she rotated her hand, tracing a figure eight in Heather's vagina. The pressure began to build. Rebecca inserted a third finger and added a thrusting motion, her knuckles dragging against her pelvic bone on each stroke. In the mirror, Heather could see an evil grin cross Rebecca's face. Then, she noticed with dawning horror that the woman who was in the process of jamming a fourth finger into her juicy quim was no longer gazing into her eyes, but at the reflection of a third woman who had entered the washroom surreptitiously. The humiliation of being caught in public with another woman's hand in her privates was fleeting, as Rebecca slipped the last of her digits into Heather's cunt and began to slowly push against her g-spot. She was crying out and gasping for breath when the first wave of her orgasm crashed over her. She began to shake and thrash against the counter as Rebecca continued to fist her. She glimpsed the third woman: older, frosted blonde hair, large brown-freckled tits now exposed and flopping to and fro, one hand pulling her nipples, the other buried in the waistband of her skirt. Rebecca was now staring intently at Heather's reflection, lust burning in her deep brown eyes. "Is this what you thought it would be like to get fucked by a woman? Bent over in the toilet like a cheap whore? Did you expect soft caresses and rose petals? Maybe later, Dear. Right now I think our guest would like to take a dip," Rebecca slid her hand out with a wet squelch, leaving an urgent vacancy and a river of twat honey running down Heather's legs. This was replaced almost immediately with the hungry licking of the nameless senior voyeur. The new woman wasn't shy, directly rubbing Heather's clit while dragging her tongue over her gaping pussy and up into her asshole. Soon her wrinkled index finger was working its way into Heather's sphincter as she continued her oral assault on the young woman's clit. The second wave hit Heather and she felt her juices gushing over the stranger whose face was planted between her thighs. When she finally stopped quivering she looked into the mirror and saw her pale face, splotched and flushed pink, damp with perspiration and drool and tears. The reflections of the two older women exchanged a deep kiss before the stranger left the washroom. Heather sighed in pleasure. "That was so much better than I even imagined. I need to taste your pussy, please let me eat you!" she crooned, standing up and nuzzling into Rebecca's neck. Her new lover lifted a pair of soiled panties to Heather's face and the two inhaled the musky odour of their anonymous collaborator. "All in good time, Dear." Rebecca said. "Take me to your place so I can really show you a thing or two."