Date: Thu, 2 Dec 1999 10:50:14 -0800 (PST) From: Selena Anders Subject: margaret-15 Margaret 15 , Friday Night Party As a glorious sunset faded into the dark, twinkling lights came on inside the bandstand with the padded floor. I had dressed my daughters and Alicia in sheer white baby-dolls, and they were put to work receiving Tracy's guests. Little Linda, of our encounter in the pond had been conscripted to tend the bar, while Nicole in her French maid outfit served hors-d'oeuvres from the buffet table, in between changing CDs in the sound system. Tracy obviously had fine taste in music, as the voices of Billie Holiday and Ella Fitzgerald hung in the still evening air. Tracy looked stunning in a blue-sequined strapless party dress. She was absolutely thrilled to be able to introduce her friends to LC. The supermodel was dressed in a gold belly-dancer outfit. "I wore it in the French language movie of Sheherezade" she explained. The youngest girls there were from somewhere in the Middle East, daughters of the president of an Arab oil company. I guessed that they had been invited because of their parents' political and financial connections. Their names were Misha and Shira, and they were cute as could be. Then there was 18-year-old Darah. She was tall and aristocratic, with ash-blonde hair pinned formally up on the back of her head, revealing expensive pearl earrings. Her shiny spandex micro-dress showed off every curve of her body, and its form-hugging hem led straight onto spectacular long slim legs. She was the daughter of the former ambassador to Switzerland. Darah seemed naturally shy, but when I asked her about her life in Europe, she had some funny stories about food-fights in the embassy kitchen. I liked her. The last guest was Jill Upton, the senator's 23-year-old daughter. She wore the school uniform of Victoria Academy. "Just a bit of nostalgia for the old school," she explained, "I went there for years and used to help Tracy with her homework." Only about 5'2" tall, her wild dusty-blond hair framed huge grey eyes that twinkled with fun. She instantly hit it off with the two little girls from the Middle East, and somehow it didn't seem odd to see the three of them attempting a dance that looked like a hula, to the soft music of Billie Holiday's voice. I was the least dressed person present, having elected to wear only a tiny red lace teddy. The back of it was almost non-existent, with just a slim waist-band that dipped down into a half-inch wide thong back that ran down the crack of my ass. I would have liked to wear spike heels with that outfit, but out of consideration for the soft floor mats, shoes were left on the grass outside. A small area right in the middle of the bandstand was lit with two spotlights, and Tracy stepped into it and clapped her hands for attention. "Ladies, tonight our special guest, the wonderful fashion model LC, has agreed to start off the entertainment! Nicole, the music please!" The trill of a Mid-Eastern flute floated on the night air, and was joined by the quick beat of a small drum as LC stepped into the spotlight. Raising her arms slowly in a great arc above her head, her hips began to rotate. LC's chest and shoulders stayed absolutely still as her arms and hips moved in amazing patterns to the beat of the music. My attention was drawn to her bare midriff, and the wonderful display of controlled muscle in her tummy as her hips moved faster and faster while her bra moved not a millimeter. LC wore a tiny open-fronted vest over her coin-spangled bra, and we all watched, fascinated, as one of her hands slid up her back and released the band of her bra. Then one arm at a time slid sinuously out of its armhole of her vest then re-appeared. Slowly and gracefully, LC drew her bra out from under the little vest, and we were treated to the sight of her lovely full breasts with their small pale-brown nipples. She tossed the bra aside, and Darah caught it. Darah held the bra up to her own chest, and laughed as it was obvious that the bra was much to large for her slim chest. LC's dance continued as her hands ran down her sides to her wildly gyrating hips. Delicately, her fingers plucked at a couple of strings there, and the g-string under her sheer skirt fell toward the floor. Expertly, she caught the fallen scrap of cloth on her toe, and kicked it away. It landed on the bar, and I noticed Linda pick it up and hold the cloth to her nose, inhaling deeply. I felt a moment of jealousy, but ah well, yesterday I had received that smell and taste right from the source! Suddenly little Misha and Shira ran up to stand on either side of LC. They started to do the same dance, showing remarkable control over their young bodies. They were still fully dressed in little black tunics over white shirts, while the famous model between them wore only an open vest and golden transparent skirt. The music started to pick up speed, as LC's hand went to the waistband of her skirt. As her hips swiveled erotically in time to the drum-beat, a hand slowly lifted from her side, carrying with it a transparent golden scarf. It was only then that I realized that her skirt was composed of a simple waist-band, with sheer scarves tucked into it. My attention was drawn to young Misha, who was vibrating her hips in a most fascinating way. Her arms were moving identically with LC's and her younger sister's, but as I gazed at her a pair of plain white cotton panties slowly slid down her legs, appearing beneath her black jumper. I looked over at little Shira, and her panties were falling down too! These girls had learned how to take their little panties off without using their hands at all! Seconds later, the underwear hit the floor and the girls kicked the garments away. Shira's landed at my feet, while Misha's ended up near Jill. We both knelt to pick up the panties and shared a secret smile as we simultaneously sniffed the scent of pubescent pussy. As LC plucked a second scarf from her waistband, the little girls' hands went to the buttons down the front of their jumpers, and slowly began to undo them. Somehow the two girls seemed to be so in tune with each other that their buttons opened in unison, 5... 4... 3... 2... 1 and with a suggestive shrug of their little shoulders the jumpers fell to the floor. LC discarded her second scarf, and then her third, leaving both hips naked and only the thinnest of cloth hanging in front of her lovely sex. The dusky-hued youngsters stood in place, gyrating their hips in perfect time to the famous model. Their shirts didn't come quite down to cover their crotches, and I could see that each of them had a thin chain with a bead on the end, bouncing joyfully into their private parts. Still keeping their swinging hips totally coordinated with LC's they began to unbutton their shirts. LC's fourth and fifth scarf went flying, to the ever louder, more pulsating drum beat and the insistent call of the flute. The little girls finished unbuttoning their shirts and continued the dance with the last of their garments hanging open, while LC reached behind herself to grab the last shred of fabric that covered her ass. The sixth scarf was caught by Rachel as the dance went into overdrive. The pounding drumbeat seemed to lift the dancers into a frenzy as the little girls threw away their shirts and LC discarded the last scarf of her former skirt. In perfect time with each other, the three kept their hips pulsing to the music, thrusting their pelvises forward in a way that had all of us onlookers wet inside our panties. LC was left in only bracelets, upper arm-bands and the jingly belt, while the youngsters each wore only a fine gold chain around their waists, with the flying little bead dangling at just the right height to bounce against their sex. Misha had just the beginnings of pubic hair, but her younger sister Shira was totally smooth down there, and I stared in fascination as her little bead danced its own little dance against her slightly-open slit. The music soared to a pounding climax and suddenly STOPPED! The three dancers froze, and there was a moment of total silence, as the rest of us looked on in awe. Then applause broke out and we all cheered. "Where did you learn that cool dance?" Rachel asked Misha. "Is it an ancient folk dance or something?" Misha and her sister exchanged glances, then the older sister replied, "Not exactly. Our women learn to belly dance, but we learned the Dance of the Seven Veils by watching the video of LC in Sheherezade!" "Well, I think you were both wonderful!" Jill said as she knelt before the two youngsters and gathered them in her arms. On her knees, Jill was just Shira's height, and not much shorter than Misha. They began to share a three-way kiss, and Jill's arms wrapped around them. Her hands firmly cupped their tiny asses. "Well, you two, let's see if we have anything for you to wear." Jill led the two girls over to one of my lingerie racks, and the young ones were instantly attracted to some bra-and-panty sets made from lace with gold threads glittering through them. Misha reached for a dark-blue set, while Shira wanted the emerald green. As they tried the sets on, my heart sank. The smallest bra size I had was a 30A, and the smallest panty I had was simply labeled 'S'. Misha could wear a 30A bra, but the rest of my lingerie hung limply from their hips, and Shira's tiny chest. I made a note to insist that EROS develop a line of lingerie for young teens and pre-teens. "That's OK" Jill told them, "We can still have fun. Let's go get something to drink." They wandered off to the bar. Tracy came over and asked for something for LC to wear, and I found a long flowing sheer robe with silver lace trim and sash. Silhouetted against the center spotlight, LC was the very image of Aphrodite, the ancient goddess of love. The soft strains of classical jazz and early Motown returned to the night air as Tracy and LC drifted away and started to dance. They kissed, and as the kiss lingered on and on, Tracy's hands slipped inside LC's robe to play with her obviously-excited breasts. LC's nipples were not wide across, but they stuck out a good 3/4 of an inch. Since she was both taller than Tracy, and wearing 3-inch heels, Tracy didn't have far to bend over to take a nipple into her mouth, and so the two kept dancing as the voice of Ella Fitzgerald sang Blues in the Night. "Don't they look wonderful together?" I tore my gaze from the sexy sight of Tracy and LC dancing, to greet young Darah. She seemed to want to talk. "I've known about the Sapphire Club for a long time," she told me, "but I've never been here before. I think it's wonderful that women can be so open with each other, but I don't know if I could do that." "You mean you've never kissed a woman before?" I asked. "Oh no." Darah told me. "Living in embassies all my life? Daddy would have a fit if he caught me!" "Well, your daddy isn't here tonight." I reminded her. "Would you like to kiss me?" The girl looked at me shyly, then slowly extended puckered lips to peck me on the cheek. At the last moment I turned my head to catch her lips on mine. Gently I put a hand on the back of the young virgin's head to hold her lips to mine. My tongue teased at her mouth and gradually her lips parted to admit me. I wrapped my arms around lovely young Darah, and we started to dance to the slow sensuous blues music. She whispered in my ear, "I think that was the nicest kiss I ever had." She held me close, as if needing the reassurance of knowing that I was real. "I loved it too." I whispered back. "Do you want to make love?" "I, I think so. But I've never even done it with a boy. I don't think I know how." Over Darah's shoulder I saw Nicole take over at the bar, as Linda and the twins descended from the band shell and got into a golf cart. They disappeared into the night, and I turned my attention back to my dance partner. "Don't worry about knowing how." I told her. "My first time with a woman was less than two weeks ago, and I just let it happen." "Was it nice?" the girl asked. "It was the most fabulous experience of my life." I whispered. Then I added, "Why don't you let your hands go a little lower?" Darah's hands drifted down my back to cup my naked ass cheeks. At about 5'9" tall, she was close to 2" taller than me, and her strapless spandex dress allowed the smooth skin of her shoulders to rest against my lips as we danced. I began to kiss my way along her collar-bone as we moved to the music, and a little moan of pleasure escaped her lips. She started to rub my ass, so I old her, "Mmmm, that feels good. See? You do know what to do. Now I wonder what you're wearing under this little dress." Dara giggled as I lifted the hem of her dress. "Just panty-hose," she whispered, "and nothing else." "Mmm, That will never do." I told her as my tongue traced a damp trail up her throat toward her ear. Raising my voice just a bit, I called "Alicia!" and the little platinum blonde came running. She was wearing just a little lace g-string, having given the top of her sheer baby-doll to young Misha. "Sweetheart, I think Darah might be more comfortable without her panty-hose. Would you take care of that please?" Then I went back to nuzzling Darah's graceful neck. She shuddered as I slowly swirled my tongue around inside her ear. "You don't like that?" I whispered. "Oh, that was a good shake, not a bad one." my partner assured me. "I think I'm having a hormone-rush. Please kiss me again!" Behind Darah I could feel Alicia's lips begin to worship the younger girl's ass as she pulled the panty-hose down those amazing long legs. Darah's tongue attacked my mouth, spearing deep inside. She began to grind her hips against mine in time to the sinuous beat of the music. Other sounds of other sex began to reach my ears. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Rachel lying on the bar, with Nicole's face buried between her thighs, while under the spotlight Tracy and LC were locked in a passionate 69. The little girls were having fun too. They had completely stripped Jill, and then dressed her up in one of my products, a pale-green satin bra and panty set. Then they had found some cream-filled eclairs on the food table, which they had broken open and were taking turns dabbing the sweet filling on Jill's breasts, then licking it off. I returned my attention to the tall warm girl in my arms as she abruptly broke off our kiss. "Please," she whispered. "Please love me!" Gently I led her over to the wide hand-rail that surrounded the giant gazebo, and helped her sit. Alicia helped her keep her balance by putting an arm around her as she drew the front of Darah's dress down. Alicia's mouth was attracted to Darah's excited pointy little tits, like a moth to a flame. Darah gasped as Alicia began to lick one hard nipple as she gently pinched the other. Slowly I sank to my knees, kissing my way down her slim waist. Darah's thighs parted eagerly for me, revealing a tiny patch of pubic hair just above her delicate pink slit. Softly I blew a steady stream of cooling air into her crack, and her lovely lips parted before my eyes. Oh how I longed to just dive in to that luscious love nest, but I didn't want to be rough with this fragile virgin. So I extended my tongue and barely brushed it along the soft folds of her inner lips. That was enough. Darah came with an astonishing eruption of juices that spattered my chin and dribbled down my front, saturating the red lace of my teddy. It was as if she had been saving girl cum all her life to be released in that one moment. All thoughts of delicacy vanished from my mind as I lunged forward, jabbing my tongue at her tight tunnel in an effort to taste her remaining woman fluids. Darah's vagina was so tight, my tongue could not penetrate. It was like the constricted nozzle of a garden hose, spewing forth divine nectar into my waiting mouth. Her hips bucked and thrashed so that I couldn't always follow her delicious stream, and in minutes I was covered in fuck juice. Darah was so out of control that I was glad Alicia was there to keep her from falling back off the handrail and into the night. Slowly the girl calmed down, and I got up from my knees. The last CD had finished playing, and I looked around at seven other girls and women who had been watching Darah's first orgasm. They stared at my soaked teddy, and at the last dribbles of sex juice that were running down Darah's thighs. At last Rachel broke the silence of the night, "Wow, Mom, That was absolutely awsome!" Darah seemed to be getting her breath back, and she told me, "Margaret, I want to buy that teddy you're wearing. I want to take it home, and I'm never going to wash it, ever!" ======= Dear Readers, I'm sorry that I've been away from my computer for a few days, but now I'm back and I hope you liked this story. Special thanks to the women who sent me their pictures, and I hope to write special stories just for you :) Selena33_ca@yahoo.com