Date: Sun, 12 Dec 1999 04:56:47 PST
From: Nicole Jamais <nicolecd69@hotmail.com>
Subject: Life Imitating Art

								11/05/1999
LIFE IMITATING ART

	As a teenager just out of high school it was very difficult finding
a good job that paid a good wage and also one in which I did not have to
fight off the boss' unwanted advances and I don't mean cash advances.

	After a particularly hard and disappointing day of job searching
downtown, I decided to stay in the city for awhile, have something to eat
and then go to the art gallery to wander about and do a little day
dreaming. I find it very relaxing sitting in front of a painting or sketch
and imagining what the artist was thinking about as they worked.

	Only after I had eaten and was in the art gallery did I realize
just how tired and sore my feet were. I would welcome a chance to sit down
in front of a painting and rest my weary feet. My new heels were real nice
to look at but not all that comfortable to be wearing them all day. As I
walked around looking for a piece of art that caught my eye, I could hear
the sound of my heels on the marble floor. It was then that I realized the
art gallery was not very busy.

	Eventually I found a painting that intrigued me. It was of a nude
woman reclining on a day couch in a room that was full of details. Usually,
I found that paintings focus on a central theme or figure and the
background sort of blends in, but in this case, all of the painting was
extremely detailed. Fortunately, there was a bench in front of it so I sat
down to study it and to relieve my aching feet.

	Once I settled myself down on the bench, I kicked off my heels and
made myself as comfortable as possible. Within minutes of studying the
painting I noticed that it was different from others that have a reclining
nude in that it was a contemporary setting and not depicting theVictorian
era as is usual. Clothes were scattered about on the floor and draped over
furniture. Dresser drawers were open and lingerie was hanging out of
them. It reminded me of my room at home. My mother was always nagging me to
pick up.

	Turning my attention to the nude, I studied her body and its shape,
her positioning on the day couch and her facial expression which was framed
by her long dark hair. The body was that of a budding woman but still child
like, very similar to mine, slim, with long legs, tiny waist and small pert
breasts, almost more nipple than anything else. Her legs were slightly
spread but not agape and the pubic area was not wild but neatly
trimmed. Her right hand rested on the top of her thigh and her left hand
was up behind her head.

	I found myself wondering what this girl/woman was about. What was
her situation? Why was she like this? What was she thinking of? Looking at
her face I could not determine what her emotions or thoughts were. She
looked contemplative, anxious, scared, full of anticipation and erotic. How
could this be? I searched her eyes for a hint of something, anything that
would tell me what this painting was about.

	Someone was talking to me, looking up, a woman was standing to my
side talking and I didn't hear a word she had said. Excusing myself, I said
I was sorry but I was studying the painting and didn't hear her. She
apologized for interrupting my train of thought, but she just had to
comment on my complete concentration on the painting, I was oblivious to
anything around me.  This, I realized was true, I had not noticed anything
going on around me and did not notice her standing beside me.

	Introducing herself as Vanessa, she asked if I would mind if she
sat down. I said of course not and shifted a little to make a more room for
her.  Once seated, she commented to me about my heels laying on the floor
and I told her about my bad day looking for employment and not having any
luck finding a position that paid a decent wage that would allow me to move
from my parents home and support myself. After some small talk, she asked
me what I thought of the painting and I told her what my thoughts about it
were. She did not agree but she did not disagree either. Vanessa told me
her interpretation of the painting was a young girl waiting to or just
having satisfied her lover. The clothes on the floor indicated to her,
either a rush to get undressed or they were discarded there in a frenzy of
passion and she was now basking in the afterglow.  She acknowledged that
the painting probably held hints as to what was happening and if we were to
look close enough we would see them. Also knowing who the artist was may
provide some insight.

	We both sat silent for awhile trying to solve the mystery of the
painting. I could feel Vanessa occasionally taking side glances at me as if
she were studying me, but I thought it was my imagination at the time. I
could see no clue as to who the girls' lover was, or even if he had been
there yet. I was stumped. Continued discussion between us did not enlighten
me any further. Noticing the time I said I had to be going and it had been
very nice talking to her.

	Vanessa told me she enjoyed talking to someone who was so young but
mature and could carry on an intelligent conversation. Handing me a
business card, she told me to give her a call if I was interested in
applying for a position with her firm. She would provide more details if I
called to make an appointment to see her. With that she got up said goodbye
and as she was walking away turned back and said the painting would explain
itself upon further reflection.  I watched her walk away, a vision of
confidence. Only then did I really look at her. She was very beautiful, in
her mid 30's. She was tall dark and slim. Her clothes highlighted
everything about her and indicated her success.

	Getting up and slipping on my heels, I moved closer to the painting
to see if I could find what I had missed. As I looked over the painting, my
eyes were drawn to the dresser and there in the dresser mirror was the
reflection of someone standing naked. It was what appeared to be an older
woman smiling with a look of satisfaction on her face and her body,
although more mature than the girls, was just as beautiful.  Could this be
what Vanessa's parting words meant?  My eyes searched for the artist's
name, in the bottom right corner, there it was, scrawled in white, Lisa. A
woman. Is it true? Only a woman truly knows what a woman wants. The thought
of that young girl having a female lover never entered my mind. Why not, I
don't know. I guess because she looked so young and innocent. But really,
she was no younger than I was, not really that young. Was this her
initiation into womanly love, or had she done this before. My mind was
reeling. Suddenly I became aware of my self, my nipples were hard and
aching, my body betraying me, and I could feel the wetness in my
panties. This had turned me on. I had thought about women at times but had
never really seriously considered it, even though I had no interest in men
as yet I thought there would come a time in my life I would. But now, after
this I don't know, I was confused.

	That night, in bed, all I could think about was Vanessa and the
young girl in the painting. I thought about what her experience must have
been like. Sleep did not come to me until I masturbated, imagining I was
the young girl giving myself to the woman.

	The next couple of weeks were uneventful. Lots of walking, talking
and still no job. Were my sights too high for my experience? Then I
remembered the business card Vanessa gave me. Pulling it from my purse I
read that she was the owner of a real estate company that specialized in
upscale private and commercial property, both sale and rental. I had never
considered real estate as a career option but I had nothing to lose and it
might be enjoyable, so I gave her a call. The receptionist took a message
and said that Vanessa was with a customer right now but would return the
call as soon as possible.

	An hour and a half later the phone rang, my mother called up stairs
that it was for me. Taking the phone call in my room, it was Vanessa. Just
hearing her voice sent my stomach jumping. We made arrangements for me to
have an interview the next day 4:30 p.m. sharp at her office. The rest of
the evening was spent trying to decide what to wear. After much
deliberation, I decided to try and look as professional as possible. I
chose my funeral suit, a dark black pinstripe jacket and skirt combination
and a white silk blouse along with black hose and my new black heels. Not
much but it was the best I had. My shoulder length auburn hair would be
down although I did try it up but without much success.

	The receptionist, a tall girl with dark horned rimmed glasses and
very long red hair took my name and asked me to please be seated until
Vanessa was ready for me. This gave me the opportunity to watch Kathy (the
Receptionist) perform her duties. She was very attractive but she appeared
to have dressed down. She was however, the epitome of efficiency and went
about her business without even acknowledging I was there. When a buzzer
went, Kathy told me to go in. As I passed through the doors Kathy whispered
to me, "you don't have a chance" and then she was gone. Sitting before me
at her desk was Vanessa, who was smiling and motioning me to sit in front
of her desk in an overstuffed armchair. As I sat down, she stood up and
came around in front of the desk and sat on the edge.

	She began by saying how pleased she was to hear from me and that I
was interested in the job. Giving me a brief history of the company and
what direction the company was taking and how it was so successful because
of the company policy of " The customer always comes first" Her staff is
trained in complying with the customer's wishes. This format was what drove
the company. Her staff had been hand picked and for their loyalty to her
and the company, they were rewarded handsomely. Her vision for me was to be
intensely trained in all aspects of the business, so that I could fill in
anywhere at anytime. In the process, I would get my real estate license and
Broker's license if I wished. How far I wanted to go was up to me! As she
was talking I was looking at her, and studying her. She was a beautiful,
confident woman. She was in excellent physical shape with a healthy glow
about her. I thought of my fantasy about her the night that I had met her
at the art gallery and I could feel myself blushing. I couldn't stop
looking at her, the outline of her breasts and the shape of her long legs
outstretched before me. I had to concentrate on what she was saying to
me. Closing my eyes, I tried to clear those thoughts from my
mind. Suddenly, Vanessa was no longer talking and I opened my eyes to see
her looking at me. Asking if I was all right, she got up and moved towards
me. Thinking quickly, I told her that I just couldn't believe this was
happening to me. With that, she said maybe I was getting too much
information all at once and perhaps we should call it a day since it was
past office hours anyway. What she wanted to do, was have me for dinner at
her place, say the next evening around 7:00 p.m. if that was okay with
me. This would give me time to absorb all she had told me, think of any
questions I may have and then we could continue the orientation.

	Once at home I could not believe my good fortune. Since I did not
have a lot of outfits to choose from I decided to wear the same as what I
had on for the interview but I wanted to give the impression of being
sophisticated, so I decided to wear a little higher heel shoe to finish off
the outfit.

The next afternoon I spent getting ready for the dinner. I freshened up the
outfit and bathed, shaved and powdered myself. Standing before the mirror
as I dressed, I saw a 19 year girl / woman, 5' 8" tall with shoulder length
auburn hair. I think my legs are my best feature, but I wish my butt was a
little more perky but at 34b-26-35 and 126 pounds I guess it wasn't too
bad. As I slipped on my white string bikini panties and bra, naughty
thoughts started going through my mind again. Since my legs were still
tanned I decided not to wear nylons. With a little makeup, soon I was
dressed and ready to leave for Vanessa's place.

The ride up the elevator seemed to take forever. My stomach was rolling
over itself I was so nervous. Walking down the corridor I finally got to
Vanessa's door. Stopping, I took a deep breath and knocked.  After what
seemed an eternity, the door opened and there stood Kathy. I was very
surprised because it took me a moment to recognize her. The long red hair
was now tightly pulled back and secured on top of her head and she wore
heavy makeup on her face with shadowed eyes and bright red lips. She had on
what appeared to be almost like a gypsy outfit with a white peasant top
across the shoulders and a very short black skirt. Smiling, she asked me in
and to please follow her, Vanessa was expecting me. As she lead the way
into the living area, I noticed she wore the highest pair of heels I had
ever seen and those along with the short skirt made it seem that her legs
went on forever.

Vanessa's apartment seemed to be all open like a loft with heavy drapes on
the windows and heavy but elegant overstuffed furniture everywhere and
candles burning on every table. There sitting on a couch was Vanessa her
hair curled so much she looked like a lioness, in control and ready to
pounce. As I came towards her, she stood up and came over to me taking my
hands in hers and gave me a kiss on both cheeks. She asked if I wish any
refreshment and upon my refusal, thanked Kathy and dismissed her at which
time she disappeared into the depths of the room. Vanessa wore a dress that
made me feel so underdressed I was uncomfortable. It looked like black
satin clung to her waist and rose up to her breasts in two strips that
looped and tied behind her neck. From the waist down, it hung loose with a
split up the middle. When she sat back down the dress fell away exposing
her legs almost to the top. What a vision. After some small talk, we went
to the dining room for dinner. Kathy was nowhere to be seen after the meal
was served. Once the meal was finished, Vanessa suggested we return to the
living room area to talk and get to know each other.

Once seated, Vanessa began to discuss business again, reviewing what we had
already discussed and then proceeding with her expectations of her
employees and what they received in return from her. She expected
unwavering loyalty and unquestioning devotion. Her requests are to be taken
as orders and not disobeyed, for the good of the company. It must be
understood that she would not put her employees in a position where their
health or well being would be compromised. Kathy brought us some wine and
over the course of the meeting, Vanessa would pause and refill my glass. I
began to feel the effects of the wine, a little light headed, flushed and
at times it was difficult to concentrate on what she was telling me. We
were the top real estate Company in the city and we achieved that position
by giving our customers complete service and exceeding their expectations,
which made us the very top of the elite agencies.

Eventually, Vanessa finished her business and asked me if I had any
questions, if there were no questions and I was in full acceptance of what
was expected of me, then we could consider myself an employee and I would
start work on Monday.  Standing up, she walked towards me to shake my hand
to cement the agreement. It was then I noticed in the light of the room
that she had on no bra and her nipples were very visible through the sheer
material of her dress. After clasping my hands in hers and giving me a peck
once more on each cheek, she said there was one more piece of business to
take care of and if I would be seated it would be taken care of. With that,
she called for Kathy to come into the room. Almost immediately she appeared
and stood before her. Vanessa then addressed Kathy so that I could hear
what was said and the tone of her voice. Apparently Vanessa had heard
Kathy's' comment to me the day she showed me into Vanessa's office, about
me "not having a chance" for the job. Vanessa told Kathy she would not
tolerate that kind of behavior and attitude, to present and future
employees and she must apologize for what she had said me, as it reflected
on the company and on her.

I began to feel uncomfortable. My body felt very warm from all the wine and
I even felt badly for Kathy and what was happening before me. I was just
about to tell Vanessa that it was okay, when in what seemed like one
motion, Vanessa's hands went to the front of her and pulled aside her dress
exposing herself to Kathy and me. Her sheer black nylons and garter belt
framed her neatly trimmed triangle and with that, Kathy went to her knees
and Vanessa moved towards her. Stopping just short of Kathy's face, she
stood there waiting, Kathy slid her hands up the legs in front of her and
grasping Vanessa's butt cheeks she pulled her to her waiting face and
tongue.

I could not believe what I was seeing, I was shocked and very turned on at
the same time. After a moment of taking the scene before me all in, I could
not resist any longer. All my pent up desires exploded. I could feel my
nipples getting hard and they began to ache. My hand crept under my blouse
and I started to play with them, rolling and pinching them between my thumb
and forefinger as I watched Kathy pleasure Vanessa. The sight of this
beautiful girl on her knees before this gorgeous woman, using her tongue to
lick and probe was just too much for me and I hiked up my skirt and raised
my knees as I slid my hand into my soaking wet panties. Looking up I
noticed that Vanessa's attention was on me. She was watching everything I
did and I didn't care, I was so intent on pleasing myself. My hand was busy
as my fingers worked their magic. Suddenly I heard my name and when I
looked up, Vanessa was pushing Kathy's head from her and telling her to
crawl over and apologize to me. With that, Kathy was coming towards me and
before I knew it she was pulling aside my panties and she started to probe
and lick me with her tongue. I was confused, I felt uncomfortable, and this
didn't seem right but Iwasn't about to stop her. I began to relax and enjoy
the sensations her tongue and fingers were giving me. I felt her hands
sliding me off the armchair and onto the floor. All I could see was her
eyes staring at me as her head moved around while she pleasured me. Closing
my eyes I began to enjoy the sensations she was providing me. As I was
about to come felt something brush the sides of my head and when I opened
my eyes, nylon clad legs straddled me and above my face was Vanessa's
womanhood framed by her garter belt. Without hesitation, I raised my hands
and slid them along her nylons enjoying their sensuous smoothness and onto
the soft silky skin of her upper thigh and pulled her down to me and my
anxious lips and tongue. This was an all-new sensation for me, her wetness,
her sweet smell and her pubic hair on my face. It felt so
right. Tentatively at first, my tongue moved out to taste her, slowly I
investigated her, moving it around and over, savoring her, every crease in
her body searching for her clit. Finding it, I traced it with my tongue and
I felt her jump and heard her sigh as I held her nylon-clad thighs with my
hands.

I found it hard to concentrate on pleasing Vanessa as Kathy was bringing me
to orgasm; my body was going spastic as I ground her face into me. As my
own began to subside, I knew Vanessa was getting to that point as well. Her
body weight was increasing on my face almost to the point of suffocating
me. My mind raced. I could not believe I was doing this, but I didn't
care. I moved my tongue and sucked as best I could as she cried out and
squeezed my head with her thighs. I continued to lick up her juices as she
fell over me, satisfied until she pulled away from me when it became too
sensitive for her. When we all recovered, realizing the lateness of the
hour, I straightened my clothing and kissed each goodnight with a promise
to see them on Monday, my first day of work. I thought I was going to enjoy
this job, it looked quite promising.

My first day on the job and the next few weeks were really uneventful. As
promised, Vanessa showed me all aspects of the business, some duties I
liked better than others but it was a very exciting time for me. I changed
my wardrobe and began to dress to please Vanessa hoping she would notice
but there was never a reaction from her. I did get glances from the other
women in the office complex but that was all. Neither Vanessa nor Kathy
ever mentioned what happened that night. Some of my time was spent typing
offers to purchase or lease and this enabled me to learn the terminology of
the real estate business. One peculiar thing I did notice was there were
only a couple of men employees in the office and they stayed to themselves,
which was okay because I was not interested in men anyway.

One Friday, near the end of the day, Vanessa had me come to her office and
my heart was racing. I looked to Kathy for a hint of something but there
was no indication from her of what to expect. Entering her office I saw
Vanessa over by the window. What a beautiful woman!  Smiling, and in her
usual greeting she clasped both my hands in hers and kissed me on both
cheeks. I was hoping for more. She said she just wanted to tell me what a
wonderful job I was doing and she hoped I was still happy.  After I
confirmed that I was, she asked me to do her a favor. It seems there was an
open house at the home of one of our elite clients and she required the
assistance of four employees. Myself, Kathy and two other women, (Bobby and
Alison), would be there to help out since the home was quite large. It was
to be a catered affair and the four of us were to provide the service since
the caterers were to leave as soon as the food and beverages were
prepared. Since this was to be a formal party so to speak, we would be
required to wear some sort of uniform so we did not blend in with the
guests. The only problem was that the party was Saturday night, which did
not give us much notice. The other three were already in agreement. The
owner of the house had provided the uniform to the other three and mine was
here to be taken home so I could wear it straight to the party tomorrow
night. We were expected to be there no later than 6:00 p.m. as guests were
expected to arrive around 7:00 p.m. This was a very important party (open
house) as the owner hoped to sell the property right away because she was
leaving the country. This party was intended to give exposure of the
property to all the right people and our agency was selected because we
could pull it off with the short notice. How could I say no, after all it
was part of my job.

The next evening, I unpacked the parcel and spread the contents on my
bed. Obviously the client had been given my measurements. Everything
appeared to be the right size for me and included was a note from the
client, which said that the complete outfit was to be worn with no
substitutions or additions. Freshly bathed, I proceeded to dress. The
Uniform appeared to be a very tiny version of a French Maid outfit that
consisted of a headpiece, a white silk blouse with a built in low cut
bustier, a black mini skirt, black seamed stay-up nylons and black pumps
with an ankle strap and 5" heels. There were no undergarments! I remember
thinking that this could prove to be an interesting evening and I was
feeling a little naughty.

Sitting on the edge of the bed I pulled on the nylons which almost went to
the tops of my thighs, then the blouse, after which I stepped into the
skirt and tucked it in. Once I had slipped on the heels I took a look in
the mirror. The outfit did what it was supposed to do. I was very sexy but
not slutty, at least I didn't think so. I turned around checking myself
from all angles in the mirror and I realized that if I bent over or sat
down I would expose myself. The skirt only covered to the bottom of my
butt. I would have to take a cab to the party and wear a long coat to look
presentable in public.

Vanessa greeted me at the door of the client's house and led me to the area
where the other three girls were waiting for me so we could receive our
instructions. We all had on the same outfit except the girl named Bobby,
who I didn't recognize from the office. She had on what appeared to be a
white thong under her outfit. Vanessa told us she really appreciated us
doing this for her and it could lead to a lot of business for the
company. All we had to do was serve to the guests what the caterer had
prepared and make sure we were attentive to all the guests. The owner would
be mingling with the guests and we were not introduced to her on
purpose. If there were no questions, then we each could take a tray of Hors
doeurves and start serving the guests.

Carrying the large silver tray I made my way into the living room and I
could not believe the opulence. As I made my way around the premises, there
was evidence of wealth everywhere. All the guests were the cream of the
cities society, mostly women who had left their husbands at home and a few
males were in the crowd that were rumored to be gay. Serving the guests, I
got more than a few glances and stares at my appearance. My nipples were
barely covered by the blouse and if I bent over to serve someone, who was
sitting, my skirt rode up and exposed everything. Early in the evening,
walking through a group of women, I felt a hand on my derriere as I passed
by, I turned around to see who it was but no one in the group acknowledged
it was them. Even while offering tidbits from the tray, some women ignored
the offering and stared at my nipples peaking out from my blouse. My blouse
seemed to be slipping down further as the night progressed and with my
nipples exposed to the air and the stares; they stayed hard all night. From
what I could see, the other girls were having the same experiences. I just
happened to see Kathy serving a very attractive, sophisticated looking,
older woman who casually leaned over and gave Kathy's breast a little flick
with her tongue. Kathy could not respond or protest herself since both her
hands were full at the time, so she just smiled and continued on with her
duties.

As time went by, the number of guests dwindled and those that were left
began to show signs of the free flowing wine.  Conversations were more
animated and the groups of people were becoming more intimate. At one
point, I saw two women in a corner, who at one time had been talking, but
were now kissing and groping one another, oblivious to anything around
them. Another group of women who were seated in a conversation pit area had
separated into couples and one girl about my age was on her knees before an
older, gray haired woman who had her dress pulled up and the girl was
orally pleasing her. Slowing down as I passed them I could see the woman
was in very good shape for her age and her breasts as she massaged them
appeared to be like those of a woman who was much younger. As I stopped to
serve a woman who was watching them, I felt a hand rub up the inside of my
thigh and work its way to my pussy which was now very wet. I had trouble
maintaining my balance as I tried to spread my legs while standing. Once
the hand had rubbed me a little while, it was withdrawn and I turned to see
the woman responsible licking my juices from her fingers.  Looking around
the room, situations like this were happening all over.

One of the gentlemen guests was engaging Bobby in conversation and then
proceeded to grope and kiss her. To my surprise Bobby did not resist as the
man freed her breasts from her blouse and began to suck on her nipples as
he moved his hand up under her skirt. Slowly he sank to his knees before
her and lifted her skirt exposing her white thong, running his hands up the
side of her nylons he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her thong
and slowly pulled it down her thighs. Out sprang a semi erect penis, I
could not believe my eyes and just then I felt a hand on my ass and a
finger probing me. I turned to see Vanessa beside me, smiling; she said
hello and kissed me deeply. I turned my attention back to Bobby just in
time to see the man before him take the tip Bobby's penis into his mouth
and lovingly kiss and suck it before devouring it all the way down. The
look on Bobby's face was that of sheer pleasure.  Alison then came up
behind Bobby and reached around and grabbed Bobby's breasts and squeezed
his nipples, causing him to thrust out his pelvis into the man face. Slowly
she moved her hands to his shoulders and pushed him forward from the waist
up and he rested his arms on the back of the chair in front of him. Alison
then lifted her skirt to reveal a strap on dildo that she ran up and down
the crack of his ass and then inserted it into him all the way. Poor Bobby
didn't know which way to go, getting pleasure from both sides and Alison
giving no mercy to his butt as she rammed him continually. This scene set
the tone for the remainder of the evening, and there seemed to be no limit
to which people would go to please themselves and others.

Leaving the area to go to the kitchen to get more refreshments, women were
everywhere in different combinations of sexual acts. When I walked into the
kitchen, there was Kathy, sitting on the counter with her legs spread and a
woman sitting on a chair in front of her with her face buried in Kathy's
crotch as she fingered herself to climax. I don't even think Kathy noticed
me as I fetched another tray and left. On my way out I bumped into Vanessa
who directed me to one of the bedrooms saying there were people there
requiring refreshments. Picking my way around the people on the floor and
making my way upstairs, I came to the room that Vanessa told me to go to
and I knocked on the heavy wooden door. Hearing no response, I entered and
once my eyes adjusted to the light, there was a woman standing by herself,
near a dresser. She was very elegant, tall, slim, almost regal in
appearance, her silvery hair was up and she wore a long flowing dress. I
began to apologize for interrupting her when she waved her hand and told me
she had sent for me. She had noticed me at the party and Vanessa had told
her who I was. As she was talking, she made her way towards me. Stopping
just in front of me, she looked me up and down and a smile came to her
lips, then she told me the outfit suited me. She liked the way my nipples
stood out and she reached out to touch them. I didn't know what to do. She
squeezed them between her thumb and forefinger, almost bringing tears to my
eyes and then she brushed my hair back around my ears and leaned in to me,
holding my face in her hands she gave me a gentle kiss then started probing
with her tongue. My knees were weak and my juices began to flow. After all
I had seen during the course of the night, my body was charged
up. Releasing me from her grip she stepped back and started to unbutton my
blouse, slowly, deliberately, her long fingers moved from button to button
until she could slide it from my body, exposing my breasts. My nipples were
aching, as if straining to extend even more, longing to be touched again.
She told me she loved the youngness and firmness of my breasts as she held
them in her hands gently massaging them, lowering her head, she kissed and
teased my nipples with her tongue drawing circles around them and then
almost sucking my whole breast into her hungry mouth. I could barely stand
up my legs were so week and my hands were all over her body, trying to feel
her through her clothes. Without me realizing it, she had undone my skirt
and it had fallen to the floor. All I had on now, was my nylons and heels,
I felt so vulnerable, so subservient, as I waited there to fulfill her next
desire or whim. She stepped back from me and as I was looking at her, I got
up the nerve to speak and I asked her name, she said her name was Lisa.

It all came clear to me now, the room did look familiar, it was in the
painting at the art gallery and Lisa had done the painting that Vanessa and
myself had admired. I found myself thinking about my thoughts the night I
was at the gallery and what I did that night alone in my bed. Suddenly I
was conscience of my juices running down my thighs and I went to touch
myself. Lisa spoke to me, telling me not to waste it but to wait and we
could enjoy each other. With that she began to undress herself as I
watched. Slowly she loosened her dress and it slid down her body to a pile
on the floor and she stepped out of it. She was beautiful. For an older
woman her body was firm, with a tiny waist and long slender
legs. Underneath her dress she wore a white merry widow with half cups and
white nylons and very high heels. I stood there admiring her and she
beckoned me to her, cupping her breasts in her hands she offered them to
me. I made my way to her, my eyes focused on her breasts and nipples. I
lowered my head and took a nipple into my mouth and I felt it grow even
larger as I sucked it hungrily, then greedily I switched to the other
nipple.

I was aware of her hands on my shoulders pushing me down, down to my knees
before her. Once on my knees, I looked up and before me was her neatly
trimmed patch and a drop of her juice running down her thigh, about to be
absorbed by the top of her nylon. Moving my face into her I licked it up
with my tongue and tasted her for the first time and I could smell her
desire. Without hesitating, I began to explore her with my tongue and lips,
licking her inner thighs, along the crease of her legs and through her
wetness. I could feel her hands on the back of my head guiding my
movements, directing me where to go. My tongue traveled where she willed
it, as my hands moved up and down her nylon clad legs stopping on her butt
cheeks to squeeze her tender flesh. Resisting her guidance, I moved my
tongue along her folds and into her, I pulled out her juices and swallowed
them. I plunged my tongue in and out of her; I could feel the pressure of
her hands on the back of my head getting stronger. Her fragrance was
intoxicating me; I could remain here, doing this, forever. I moved my
tongue up to her bud and circled it ever so slowly, flicking it, rubbing
its underside increasing my speed and pressure, Lisa pressed my face into
her, I could feel her tensing up and a groan escaped her lips, it wouldn't
be long. I could not breath, she was suffocating me for the sake of her
pleasure and I didn't care.

Pulling me up to my feet, Lisa lead me over to the day bed where she asked
me to recline with one foot on the floor, opening myself up to her.
Bending over me, she kissed me, licking her wetness from my lips, her
tongue invaded my mouth exploring every inch. Breaking away, she nuzzled my
neck and shoulders sending shivers down my spine, working her was to my
breasts, she took my aching nipple into her mouth, squeezing my breasts
with her hands, she nipped at the nipple causing pain and pleasure
together. Her tongue traced a trail down towards my navel and beyond, I
could not wait for release, but she kept going, down my thighs, pausing to
lift my legs onto her shoulders, turning her head she continued on to the
backs of my knees where she lingered, drawing circles with her tongue on
the sensitive skin there and just when it became almost unbearable, she
made her way back up to the place I wanted her to be. I could feel her
tongue in my wetness as it opened me up with her probing and
licking. Grabbing her hair, I pulled her face into me, trying to get her
tongue in deeper, and within minutes the spasms were shooting through my
body. As the waves of my orgasm subsided, Lisa moved up and lay beside me
holding me in her arms. Eventually she rose to get dressed and I sat up
semi reclining on the couch much the same as the girls pose in the
painting, I admired her body and thought of the pleasure we had given each
other. Once she was dressed, Lisa came to me and with a peck on the cheek,
she told me not to rush away but enjoy the after glow before getting
dressed and returning downstairs.

Vanessa greeted me with a knowing smile as I returned to the living
room. All the guests had left and all that remained was the stale smell of
wine and the atmosphere of sex hanging in the air. She said to me the
evening was a great success as there had been a serious offer on the
property, if minor details could be worked out on Monday, so I could leave
now and rest up for the remainder of the weekend. Kissing me on the cheek,
she thanked me for helping her out and with a pat on the butt, she said,
see you Monday!