Date: Thu, 6 Dec 2007 05:30:36 -0500 From: J W Subject: Rescue 2 After the twenty minute cat nap the nurse roused her sleepy patient. "Come on Honey, your mom'll be home soon." In the shower it almost got started all over again. Soapy hands exploring intimately gave the nurse the opportunity to acquaint the youngster with different parts of her sexual anatomy. Being conscious of the time Olivia cut the encore short. They were sitting on the couch in the living room when Alexa's mom came in; looking up from the coffee table book they had been browsing the host asked "So how did it go?" "Really good" came the stunning woman's reply as she crossed the room and kissed her daughter's forehead. "You look like you're feeling better" she looked expectantly into her daughter's eyes. "Uh huh" the teenager confirmed. "You two look really comfy" Emma commented taking in their host in her floor length polar fleece cover up and her daughter in the green velour lounging suit. "I think I'll slip into something more comfortable myself." Olivia watched the exciting sway of the neat little behind under the flowing print dress as Emma headed for the stairs. A small twinge invaded her recently awakened pussy. They ate a lunch of leftover salads. "Was it Sam Wiseman you met with?" the hostel provider asked. "As a matter of fact it was." "He's good. Sam works hard and he gets results." Liv commented Emma Stern laid out the plan she and her lawyer had fashioned. "Sam actually encouraged me to try and get in touch with Mark's sister in law." "Why would you want to that dear?" the hostess asked as she started clearing away the remains of the salads. "Grace was always supportive of me. The lawyer thinks maybe she could talk some sense into her him and smooth the way for the separation agreement. Lord knows Mark's such a hot head that he could make this really hard." "Well I suppose it could work" Olivia said dubiously. "She really took Mark under her wing after his brother, her husband, died. Mark always looked up to his older brother and I guess Grace just sort of took Fred's place after he was killed" Emma offered as justification. "We haven't seen much of Gracie since her daughter enrolled in college up north. That's when Grace moved up there so she'd be nearby, and Lindsay could come home easily on the weekends. I hear she has a beautiful place out in the country." "I can't see how it can do any harm." Liv agreed. "I'll just have to figure out how to get her number" the young mother murmured as she handed their host the plates from the table. Olivia put the dishes in the dishwasher and announced "Since its afternoon maybe I should get dressed." The home owner proceeded upstairs; Emma and her daughter repaired to the living room. They had no sooner sat down than missus Stern remembered that she had left the folder of papers she was to go over up in their bedroom. "I gotta go get the stuff from the lawyer" she informed Alexa as she too headed for the stairs. Whether it was carelessness, because she was used to being on her own, or some Freudian slip Olivia left her bedroom door open when she went in to change. As the Jennifer Hewitt look alike young mother started down the upstairs hall toward the spare bedroom, she pulled up short watching her host shed the red fleece cover up. Frozen in place she thought she should say something but her voice failed her. Twenty feet away her rescuer was standing naked in front of a full length mirror lifting and squeezing her pear shaped tits. The older woman ran her thumbs over the shot glass sized nipples and put her head back so her face was toward the ceiling. The sight of the tittie play started Emma's normally flat nipples rising from the pale areolas. With the tingling in her breasts and cramping in her crotch the young mother leaned against her bedroom door post taking in the spectacle. Olivia had her back to the door affording the voyeuristic younger woman a full view of her backside, while the image in the mirror revealed the nude woman from the front. Empathetically Emma's hands began to caress her own needy bust through the green velour top. Emma had never looked at another woman in a sexual way until she experienced Chrissie MacDonald's tender loving care. It was almost a year ago that the stacked blonde paramedic had shown up in response to the 9-1-1 call. Emma's husband, Mark in one of his typical after work tirades had pushed her down the front steps. The neighbors across the street called emergency services out of concern for the woman and her young daughter. The police arrived first and even though Emma assured them it was an accident they took Mark down to the station for `questioning'. The EMT had convinced the battered woman that, accident or not she should be checked out after a fall like the one that had been described. Chrissie took Emma up to her bed room and had her remove her top and shorts to examine her for injuries. The paramedic's soft gentle hands aroused feelings in the young mother she had never experienced. Before it was over the cute EMT had performed a pelvic exam with her tongue. The ambulance made calls to the residence from time to time over the next several months whenever Mark's car wasn't there. The visits resulted in follow up examinations when there was time. Chrissie always commented on the new scrapes and bruises; encouraging Emma to get out before she really got hurt. The Jennifer Hewitt look alike hadn't listened; that was until a few nights ago. The abused woman stood watching her host stroking herself in front of the mirror. She wondered if Liv's hands were as soft and talented as Chrissie's. When Olivia began to turn Emma slipped off the door post and into the spare bedroom. Olivia looked down the hallway through her open bedroom door but saw nothing. She picked up her dry cleaning from where she'd left it draped over the chair and entered the walk-in closet. Opening the section where she kept her blouses she saw how crowded it was. `Everything is going to get so wrinkled if I try to stuff more in there.' she thought, followed by `I've got too many clothes.' Turning toward the opposite side she scanned the empty space that had been her husband's wardrobe and unexpectedly a tear trickled down her cheek. When Ron died she couldn't bear to dispose of his personal effects so she'd hired a company that specialized in just that kind of thing. She arranged for them to come in one day when she was out. They removed everything and took it away to be donated to a charitable organization. The widow left the space empty all this time. `It's just silly not to use the space' Liv concluded wiping away the tear. She opened her deceased husband's shirt cupboard for the first time ever. She hung the half dozen blouses and was closing the door when she noticed what looked like a loose piece of paneling on the left side. Shocked by the apparent shoddy workmanship that was so uncharacteristic of everything else in the house she reached out and touched the loose piece of wood. To her amazement it wasn't loose; it was a little sliding door about a foot square. When she pushed the panel aside it took several seconds before she could grasp what she was seeing. Somehow the opening looked into the large mirror over the double vanity in the main bathroom on the opposite side of the wall. Through the opening she could see practically the whole room reflected in the mirror. She was standing there shocked and puzzled by her discovery when she saw Emma enter the room from the spare bedroom. Dodging to the side she immediately wondered `can she see me?' Risking another peek she carefully slipped her head inside the shirt cupboard again. Her house guest had pulled down her pants and was sitting on the toilet. The home owner was breathless peeping on her guest taking a pee. When the reflected woman reached down to wipe Liv couldn't help but notice the absence of pubic hair except for a small patch right above the thick lipped crease. The peeper pulled away again fearing detection. `My God this was put here deliberately to spy on anyone using that bathroom' the realization made her head spin so she sat down on the floor. Her mind was going a mile a minute. `Ron must have put that there, or had the contractor's do it for him.' The fact that her late husband was voyeur didn't shock or disturb her as much as whom he was peeping at. `Who was he peeping at?' Olivia tried to remember who they'd had as overnight guests since the renovations. It was too long ago and there was no reason to remember that kind of thing. She sat naked, head in hands, on the walk-in closet floor; then she remembered a visit from her nursing chum Cattie Smithers shortly after the remodeling was done. The athletically built, not to mention stacked, young nurse had stayed for several days that fall. The thought of her husband sitting here... `Was he masturbating?'... watching her friend made her head start swimming all over again. At the same time she felt the heat she'd created in her pussy a few minutes ago return. The naked woman was suddenly overcome with the need to see what the spy hole looked like from the other side. `Can the person in that bathroom see you when you're looking through there?' she wondered. Olivia got up and threw on her silk dressing gown. She took the brass candle holder from the top of the bureau and put it directly in front of the opening inside the shirt cupboard. The nervous woman tapped on the hall door of the bathroom... no answer. She tried the door it opened easily. Inside she closed the door behind her and locked it. Then she went to the door that connected the marble tiled room to the spare bedroom. Seeing no one in the Stern's quarters she closed and latched that door too. The linen closet with its floor to ceiling French doors stood beside the vanity. Liv opened the large closet and saw nothing unexpected. Neat stacks of towels and bed clothes, even some seldom used table cloths, but no sign of a hole or the tell tale candle stick. The curious woman moved to the far side of the room and looked at the point where she estimated the hole would have to be.... nothing. Moving closer she noticed that the edge of the linen closet where it intersected the large mirror looked sort of unfinished. There was no molding and as a matter of fact when she looked closely she could see a gap but nothing else. She set a towel beside one of the sinks and returned to her bedroom. Inside the shirt cupboard she peered through the opening once again. The whole of the tiled room she'd just left was visible to her including the towel she'd left standing on the counter top. `I don't understand how these angles work' she resolved `but even knowing the spy hole was there and deliberately looking for it I couldn't see it.' Olivia was surprised when the thrill went through her. The peep hole was probably all but undetectable. The home owner returned to her bedroom selected a comfy cotton bra and panty set and donned a T shirt and slacks. She reached the living room to see her house guests captivated by some soap opera. "I hope you don't mind" Emma said over her shoulder "if there's something you want to watch we can change it." "No that's fine" Liv said passing through the room "I rarely watch daytime TV." She continued on into the study and powered up her computer. She checked her e-mail and having no particular subject to investigate she `Goggled' Jennifer Love Hewitt. Within seconds she had various photographs of the actress on the screen. `The resemblance is truly remarkable!' Liv decided `and it's not just the face and hair it's the whole package.' She looked up vial statistics and found that JLH was only just over five-two. `Well there's a difference' the researcher recognized. `I'm five-six and Emma's not much more than an inch shorter than me so she's taller than her famous doppelganger.' The actress was born in 1979; Liv knew from the abuse center file that her house guest was born in '73 `so she's taller and older' Liv concluded `I'd still say if you put them side by side only their mothers would be able to tell them apart.' Satisfied that her first impression was accurate she opened `U-Tube' and wasted most of the next hour looking at nonsense. Slightly raised voices in the adjoining living room interrupted the older woman's surfing. Boredom as much as anything made her cross the living room toward the kitchen in pursuit of a drink. "Olivia;" her older house guest called out when she saw her "Alex wants to go to school tomorrow. What do you think?" Liv's first thought was `it's definitely not my place to say.' "It's boring around here! I wanna get back and see my friends" the young girl pleaded her case. "I told the school she'd be out all week" Emma chimed in. Feeling seriously put upon by being dragged into the disagreement Olivia considered the options. "Well I have to agree with Alex it is boring around here" the home owner said off handedly and continued walking. She heard the disagreement continue as she retrieved a soda from the fridge. "Well I'll have to figure out how to get you there" she heard the mother capitulate as she re-entered the room. "I could drive her over" Liv offered "I'm going to the center tomorrow morning so we'd only need to leave a half an hour earlier." Emma looked up with mixed emotions. "Are you sure it wouldn't be too much trouble? You've done so much for us already" "No problem" Olivia assured as she passed through "you'll have to let me know what time she needs to be picked up as well." The older woman was enthralled by the thought of having missus Stern all to herself. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> After cleaning up the dinner dishes they sat and watched a sit com that Alex seemed to enjoy but the older women didn't get. "I think I'll go up and read for a while." Olivia announced "Good night" she added as she mounted the stairs. Back in her cozy polar fleece cover up she picked up the half finished mystery novel and propped herself against the pillows on the bed. An hour later her eyes were getting heavy `Why does reading always do that to me?' that's when she faintly heard the sound of water splashing into the whirlpool tub next door. She put her book down and was reaching for the chain to turn off the light `someone's gonna have a bath' the dozing woman recognized and then sat suddenly bolt upright fully awake `the peep hole!' Liv crossed the bedroom and entered the walk-in closet with unnecessary stealth. Her hands were shaking as she opened the shirt cupboard and slid the access panel aside. The bright light from the bathroom almost hurt her eyes until they adjusted. At first she saw no one but she could now very clearly hear the water running and steam beginning to fill the marble room. Her panoramic view was of course provided by the large mirror `thank God its fog free' missus Hays rejoiced. `Wouldn't that be the most agonizing thing; to be peeping through an opaque veil?' the hidden woman tried not to gasp when missus Stern entered the room naked. Even though she'd seen pretty much everything the young mother had to offer the other morning in the kitchen it was still an enormous thrill. There was no yellow gauze to disguise the coloration of the magnificent little body. Liv felt her nipples tighten as her senior house guest stood in front of the mirror pinning her hair up. Those gorgeous tits lifted and wobbled with the movement of the naked woman's arms. The large very pale areolas looked perfectly flat capping her impressive melons. The voyeur let her gaze travel down the slender torso and was disappointed to find that the counter top cut off her view just below the adorably tiny indented navel. It was getting quite hot in the shirt cupboard so Olivia removed her cozy dressing gown in a swift motion. Now she was as naked as the object of her attention. Emma looked cute with her long auburn hair piled on top of her head. She turned toward the tub and Liv was treated to the sight of those firm hemispheres twitching gloriously as she walked over to the tub. A rhythmic beat had started to make itself known between the peeper's legs. She could almost feel the blood flowing in, engorging all the soft tissues of her vulva. When the young mother climbed onto the deck around the tub Olivia was aware that she was getting her best view of her house guest's pussy. The only purpose the small tuft of auburn hair at the top of the blossoming crease served was to confirm that Emma's hair color was natural. The inner lips extended beyond the outer ones and glowed a vibrant pink against the whiter surrounding skin. She swished the water with her hand testing the temperature resulting in a wonderful swinging of the boobies that hung straight down in Emma's current bent over position. Apparently satisfied she lowered herself into the steaming water with a contented sigh. The beautiful house guest leaned against the back rest enjoying the relaxing heat. The voyeur pulled the chair over from her make up table and placed her fleece cover up over the seat. `Otherwise I'm gonna leave a wet pussy print on the brocade.' The older woman made herself comfortable. Even though she feared the best of the show was over. She was still tingling just from watching the woman who was unaware she was being observed. `This is why people peep' she realized `it's kind of exciting even when there isn't that much to see.' Emma pushed the button to startup the whirlpool. Now it was really noisy. She lay there in the churning water with her head back feeling the tension drain from her body. In moments her muscles relaxed and she found it hard to maintain her position. The jets agitating the water were floating her small frame. One of the jets was hitting her upper thigh vigorously massaging the firm flesh. The young mother felt herself buoyed up by the jets beginning to rotate. The forceful stream of water that had been pounding on her outer leg was now striking between her legs about a foot below the auburn tuft. The turbulent water was vibrating Emma's distended labia in a most pleasant way. The curious bather shifted position until the water spout was aimed directly onto the front of her mons. The vibrations were deeper and more intense now. Emma felt the waves of pleasure begin to wash over her but she was still having trouble holding her position in the swirling bath. Turning so her pussy was directly facing the delightful stream of water she braced one foot on the side of the tub, and the other foot on the end. With her legs spread wide the bubbling jet began to work magic on the enraptured woman's sensitive vulva. She regretted that she could only use one hand and arm to stimulated her breasts, since she needed the other as a third brace. Still she did her best to give both of her plump orbs a thorough squeezing while the hydrotherapy below was causing a steady increase in the level of arousal. Emma's hips began to rock instinctively in a sort of up and down motion providing another variant to the constantly changing nature of the stimulation. When the orgasm overtook her the thrashing woman brought her breast pleasuring arm across her mouth to stifle the scream. She needn't have bothered the roar of the whirlpool drown out everything. When Olivia saw her house guest twist around in the tub and brace herself, the home owner knew exactly what was happening. She had discovered the marvel of the conveniently placed jet shortly after the Jacuzzi had been installed. Even though she hadn't partaken of its pleasures in years the memory of her first experience with the water play was vivid. Three fingers of her right hand took their place at the top of her wet crease and started the instinctive back and forth rotating motion. Her left arm across her breasts mimicked the actions of the unsuspecting woman in the tub. Olivia at some level was fascinated by how her excitement mirrored that of her guest. Along with the wonderful squishy wet feeling of her vulva under her fingers she felt her pleasuring finger tips bump over the hood of her burning clit. She was tugging hard on her stiff nipple when the woman in the tub thrust her hips upward. The peeping nurse slid three fingers deep inside and engaged her throbbing clit with her thumb to achieve the simultaneous orgasm she so desired. Sitting in her walk-in closet the older woman lapped the juices from her diddling fingers as she observed her neighbor turn off the whirlpool and get down to the serious business of bathing. Watching the tiny soapy hands glide over the gorgeous flesh started a new thumping between the peeping woman's thighs. The urge to burst into the marble room next door and ravage the breath taking beauty was becoming too much. Olivia slid the wooden panel over the opening and closed the closet door. Back in her bed she opened the side table drawer and pulled out the heavily textured purple pleasure tool. Slipping the large plastic cylinder deep into her receptive cunt sent intense waves of ecstasy racing through her deprived loins. Pumping the large dildo in and out the breathless woman envisioned that it was Emma's delectable pussy she was penetrating. Her second orgasm came in a white hot rush and she rolled onto her side holding the flexible plastic dong tightly as she drifted into a satisfied sleep. Emma contentedly patted herself dry. She hadn't felt this relaxed in a long time. The wonderful soothing water of the whirlpool and the intensely stimulating turbulence of the magic tub had drained the anxiety she'd been feeling. Now as she wrapped the bath sheet around her curvaceous little body memories of Chrissie's delicate touch were resurrecting the tight feeling between her legs. Strangely the image that came to her mind as she unpinned and began brushing her long auburn hair was that of her naked host standing in front of the full length mirror. The young mother shuddered, recalling the large prominent dark nipples pointing out from the pear shaped breasts. "Can I try the tub out too mommy?" Emma nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of her daughter's voice. Spinning around and feeling very guilty she was greeted by the vision of the teenager standing naked in the doorway to the adjoining bedroom. The towel wrapped woman was shocked at the surge she felt in her pussy. `She's got quite the little body on her already' Emma thought and immediately gave herself a mental slap for having the thought. While she was occupied inspecting her daughter's development the teenager was scrambling over the side of the tub. "Oh honey we should put fresh water in first!" Emma exclaimed recalling how she'd just cum in there. "It's OK mom its still warm" Alexa responded as she located the whirlpool switch. The powerful jets roared to life tossing the little girl like a cork in a hurricane. Her mother had to laugh at the sight of her daughter struggling to sit in the tempestuous currents. When she was confident that Alex had sufficient control that she wasn't in danger of drowning Emma returned to her hair brushing, keeping one eye on the bobbing teen. The girl was grinning from ear to ear apparently enjoying the feel of the churning water all around her. Emma noticed the change in her daughter's facial expression first. A look of shock turned to puzzlement then to a kind of strained smile. Emma realized that in her efforts to stabilize herself her daughter had discovered the magic water nozzle. The girl had her shoulders braced against the wall side of the tub; her head just barely above the rolling surface of the water. Her knees were bent so that her feet were near her butt and very wide apart. The young mother watched in erotic fascination as her teenaged daughter passively masturbated. It was no surprise to her that Alex had learned to pleasure herself, but actually watching it caused sensations between her legs that embarrassed her. Even over the roar of the whirlpool Emma heard the squeal that accompanied her daughter's orgasm. The girl's muscles went limp and she became a UFO again (uncontrolled floating object). Her mother put down the hair brush and switched off the roaring pump. The ensuing silence was deafening disturbed only by the residual sloshing of the tub water. "I think we'd better get you to bed" her mother announced lifting the shivering little body out of the tub. The girl stood with a dazed expression on her face as Emma patted her dry. The older woman still wrapped in the bath sheet felt the pressure in her crotch progress to a throb. She was very careful to keep the towel between her hands and her daughter's velvety soft flesh. `If I touch her I'm going to loose control.' Draping the towel around the teenager she guided the girl to her waiting bed. Tucking the covers in around the youngster's nakedness she placed a motherly kiss on her daughter's forehead and said "Sweet dreams little one." Emma shucked off the towel she'd been wearing and slipped under her own covers. Rolling on her side away from her snoozing offspring, she knew there would be no chance of sleep until something was done about the persistent throb. She opened her legs and gently parted the spongy lips with two fingers. The middle finger of the magic triad collected the slippery substance that was leaking below and applied it to the firm knob at the top of her crease. Just a few rotations and strokes brought glorious waves of heat and tranquility to replace the urgent need which sent the horny mother off to dreamland.