Date: Tue, 17 May 2016 20:07:06 +0000 (UTC) From: Jan None Subject: Samantha and Older Women 4 (lesinean/Adult Youth, oral, anal, f/F Warning: Adult Youth, oral, anal, f/F This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young girl and older women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading, pleasure, or sending it to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2016 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for a future story. Samantha and Older Women 4 Felisha By Jan One balmy day I was hanging out in Central Park enjoying the weather and reading a book while sitting on a bench when an attractive woman sat down on the bench next to me. When I looked up from the pages in my book I was impressed by the woman. She was dressed impeccably in the latest style. I thought she looked like a fashion model except for her age. Her face was still very attractive, but her makeup couldn't hide the age lines. I would have guested that she was about fifty years old. Her brunet hair was thick and flowed over her shoulders like a video model for a hair commercial. She gave me a warm smile, and asked, "What are you reading, my child?" with a thick French accent. "I'm reading a romance novel." I responded. "My name is Felisha! What is you name Honey?" "My name is Samantha." "That is a darling name! Do you live nearby?" "I live a few blocks east of here." "I live nearby myself, and I was enjoying the weather today." We talked about our preference in literature, fashion, movies and such. By bout 1:00 O'clock it was getting a little uncomfortably warm, so she suggested that I join her for something cool to drink at her place. Of course I couldn't resist her offer. We crossed 5th Avenue and entered the lobby of a plush hotel. The doorman and staff greeted her with polite respect as we made our way to the elevators. I watched her press the button for the top floor. She held my hand all the way up to the penthouse. I couldn't imagine how much money she must have, to be able to afford living like this. We were even greeted by a maid, dressed in an immaculately starched and pressed uniform. Felisha thanked her and requested that she bring us a couple of glasses of Long Island Iced Tea to the living room. The maid said, "Yes, Ma'am" and headed through a door to what I assumed was a kitchen, while Felisha led me by the hand to a magnificently appointed living room. She insisted on sitting next to me on a couch that even smelled like it was new. The end tables and cocktail table had crystal figurines on them. I had seen such items in fine stores, and knew the price tag for each of them was equal to the average person's annual salary. When the maid appeared with a try with two tall frosty glasses, and placed the tray on the cocktail table in front of us. Felisha handed me one of the glasses, and dismissed the maid with, "Lupe you may have the afternoon off my dear!" The maid thanked her and left without question. Felisha asked me to tell her about myself. I told her about where I lived, my family and where I went to school. I deliberately omitted my sexual encounters with older women, just in case she was not trying to seduce me. She started telling me about herself. She told me that she came from one of the wealthiest families in the world. She told me how upset she was when her family shopped her off to a boarding school in France. She told me that the school was located in the northern portion of the wine country, operated by Catholic nuns. She told me that she didn't speak French at the time, and was hart sick feeling as if she had been abandoned by her family. She was crying like a baby constantly. There was one nun that spoke enough English to be able to communicate with me, named Sister Angela. I attached myself to her in desperation. I cried so much that the other girls in my dorm complained about me, so Sister Angela took me into room and allowed me to sleep with her. It was hard to tell how old she was because in her black and white habit. Only her hands and face were visible. I couldn't even tell what color her hair was, until she got ready for bed. She removed the black mantel, pined to the white hood, which was tied at the back of her head. She folded them carefully and placed them on a night table. That allowed me to see her short curly brown hair. I would have guessed that she was my mother's age. Then she untied the sash cord around her waist and bent down to pull the black habit up and over her head. She hung it up carefully. She had on a white garment that looked like an old fashioned night shirt. She sat on the edge of her bed and removed her shoes and socks. Then she even helped me undress. She complemented me for being so pretty, while I put on my nightgown. Then she pulled back the blankets and got in, and invited me to get in with her. It was very comforting to feel her warm body pressing against the back of my small body. I got used to sleeping with her every night. The other girls teased me in French for being a baby, which only isolated me more from my classmates more. One night while cuddling in bed with Sister Angela, she was kissing the back of my neck and she reached around my hip to placed her hand on my crotch. It felt so good the way she stroked me. She started doing that to me every night. One hot summer's night she suggested that it would be cooler if we slept in the nude without covers over us. It was all very exciting for me. We were about to engage in a secret game. I had never seen her naked before. Being a French nun she didn't shave any of her body hair. Her underarms had a lot of dark hair that parted when she lifted her arms. Some was on her arm and the rest was on her body. She had hairy legs, but it was her vulva fascinated me the most, 'I had never seen an adult woman's pussy before. She had a lot of hair covering her mound. When I asked if all women had hair like hers, she assured me that all adult women have hair, but some women shave or pluck the hair from under their arms and on their legs, some even remove the hair from their mounds. She reached down and stroked my smooth mound and assured me that in a few years I would have hair down there. It felt good and when she tried to remove her hand, I grabbed her wrist and pressed her hand against my pussy. She relaxed her hand and even stroked the clitoris with her fingertip. I struggled to turn my head enough to be able to kiss her on the mouth. I turned my body over to face her, and I marveled at her breasts. I had never seen naked breasts before. I couldn't resist kissing them. Sister Angela covered my face with kisses before pressing her mouth against mine. At one point she lifted her arm to brush my hair, and I stuck my nose in her hairy armpit. She didn't use perfume, so her armpit had a natural mucky odor. I licked the hair with my wet tongue plastering the hair against her flesh. That pleased Sister Angela very much. She held up one of her tits and offered me the nipple to suck on. I sucked on it so hard that she cautioned me not to bite her nipple. It disappointed me when she pulled her tit out of my mouth, but she propped me up against the wall, and very gently parted my legs. She kissed my pussy and licked it. I had never felt anything so exciting before. There was no part of my body she didn't kiss and lick. In fact she even licked and tongued my asshole. She paused after doing that to see what my reaction would be. I was horny as hell and it must have shown on my face. She placed her hand on my thigh and stroked it. "How old are you dear?" I told her the truth, "I'm 16 years old!" I can't believe that! You look no older than 12!" I smiled, "I'm part Japanese, and I am as small as my mother. I still get into theaters for a child's ticket price." Felisha smiled, "I think you are the sexiest thing I have met in years. Would you like me to make love to you the way Sister Angela taught me?" I couldn't contain my excitement, "YES, of course!" She stood up and pulled me to my feet, and led me to her spacious bedroom. She opened a walk-in closet and showed me a collection of school girl's uniforms in a variety of sizes, and there were a couple of nun's habits identical to the one she had described to me. It was obvious what she had in mind. I selected a uniform with a tag that was my size, and sat on the dressing bench to change clothes. She selected a habit and proceeded to change clothes as well. We didn't look at each other until we were dressed. I check out what I looked like in the full length mirror. I looked like a twelve year old Catholic school girl, and Felisha looked like the picture of a Catholic nun except for the makeup, a fact that I could overlook. She led me back to her bedroom and we knelt beside the bed. She and I recited prayers. She set about undressing me, as she accused me of not having done my homework properly, and she was going to punish me. She had me prostrate myself across the bed face down, before she started spanking my bottom with her bare hand. She did not restrain her ardor. In no time the cheeks of my butt were bright red. When she was satisfied with her efforts she bent over and kissed the tender cheeks of my ass. She stroked my cheeks with her warm hands and ran her fingers up and down the valley of my ass. She even sought out my little asshole, clit and even probed the depths of my cunt. She was even pleased to find that I was not a virgin. Her tender administrations were turning me on. I felt a strong desire to make love to her. When I got off of the bed I knelt before Felisha. I thanked her for correcting my lack of dedication to my studies, all in the vein of our game. Felisha blessed me and as an act of contrition on my part she told me to offer my prayers to the mound of Venus. Then she lifted her habit and undergarment by the hem and draped it over my head. The heavy wool fell completely over my body. It was very dark under the heavy garment. The only light was showing at her feet. I didn't have any trouble finding her mound of Venus. All I had to was follow the pungent odor. I found that her crotch was as hairy as the description of her beloved Sister Angela's pussy. I clung to her naked hips while I sucked her clit and pussy until she had an orgasm. I even reached up to grasp both tits. I wondered if all nuns were naked under their habits. The idea was deliciously erotic to me. Felisha even managed to turn around while I was still under the wool. I buried my face in between her plump cheeks. I was not reluctant about tongue fucking her asshole. Felisha was very appreciative of my efforts. She ended the game by removing the habit and placing me on her bed. She couldn't do enough for me. She kissed me very passionately before working her way down my body. She sucked y breasts until they were swollen and red. My breasts had developed o a respectable 34-C by that time. She sucked my pussy one more time. After I had another orgasm she sat at the foot of the bed and picked up my right foot. She sucked on my toes. While she was doing that she extended her right leg and started rubbing my pussy with her big toe. She managed to get all five toes in my pussy and actually fucked me with her foot until I cried out about another cum. To my surprise the maid had not left. She announced that the bath was drawn. Felisha led me to the bathroom and helped me get in the tub. It was warm and scented with a rose fragrance. The maid waited with a large soft bath towel to dry us off. It disturbed me to have a maid help me get dressed. Felisha called down to have the hotel driver take me home. The black limousine was s large I could have laid down crossways in the back seat. I worried about my parents seeing me get out of the limo or some noise neighbor telling them about a Schaffer opening a limo door for me. Luckily they were not home, I was able to cover the smell of the rose scented bath with my own fragrance and get into my nightgown. I was safely and comfortably in my bed before they got home. I went to sleep with delicious images of Felisha's body on my mind. I could even remember the smell of her cunt while I plaid with my pussy. I knew that I was going to play her nun game again and even see if I could get Lupe the maid involved. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your outline mail to janmay696@yahoo.com.