Date: Sun, 7 Nov 2021 03:30:30 +0000 From: Christine Oram Subject: Jane's Encounters: Jane visits Diane Jane's Encounters: Jane visits Diane It is best to read these stories in order as there is a continuous narrative, albeit a different episode each time. Jane had returned home to her apartment to change into something more suitable for visiting a woman who owned "a mansion." Jane did not know whether Diane had been exaggerating to impress or to tease her. She did worry that her complex sex life might be getting still more complicated. She liked Diane and needed a break from her over obsession with her own affairs, from Sarah and Roz even through to Phil. She hoped that, maybe, this would be a nice break for her. She knew Diane liked her, in both a platonic and, she was almost certain, sexually. She had to all intents and purposes said so directly. A sensible person genuinely wanting resolution of complex social interactions would not further complicate them by going to visit a beautiful older woman who had designs on their body, but as we have seen Jane does not fall into this category. She knew this but knew equally that she was not going to turn down the opportunity to have some fun with a woman like Diane. She was not going to engage in any sexual activity though, or so she told herself. She wanted Roz back, and even if Roz already thought she and Diane had been up to no good, she was determined to make the whole visit a purely innocent affair. A little sexual badinage perhaps; that was such fun, but nothing else. Surely, I can manage that, she thought. She showered and put on black lace, thong panties. Not too skimpy. Sexy, not slutty. The white bra was cut low so as not to interfere with showing plenty of cleavage. Diane had large breasts; she didn't want to feel inadequate in comparison. Next, she picked a black leather miniskirt. This, she knew, was sexy. She always got compliments wearing it, and from women too. High waisted, mid-thigh. A short, sexy slash in it to not make it too tight around the thighs. Next, a white, thin strapped, tank top, which left little to the imagination, but she covered it up with a gray cable knit cardigan. She moisturized her long legs; the lotion gave them a wonderful sheen. She primped her long brown hair until it fell in its usual luscious waves down her back. She was thinking of having it cut radically, going back to having it short, as she used to have it. Men seem to prefer long hair, but she was not trying to maximize her appeal in that direction anymore. Red stiletto ankle strap sandals completed her look. She admired her figure in the mirror. Diane's comment about her appearance had needled her. She had indeed dressed down in concert with her mood, but it was irritating to have it pointed out to her. Now, Diane would eat her words. Fuck, she thought, she'll want to eat my pussy even more than she does already when she sees me in this. Jane felt excited, she could cope with Diane's attentions; no harm showing her what she wouldn't be having though. Jane knew she was turned on by the thought of a beautiful woman like Diane lusting after her, particularly one 15 years or so her senior. Somehow that made it even more erotic. Still, I'm not letting anything happen, I'm just spending quality time with a new friend, that's all. Her thoughts, although reflecting what she wanted, were unrealistic. She was already juiced up. In the back of her mind, she knew it. She fastened a gold locket Roz gave her around her neck. Good to keep her mind on Roz, not Diane. When she got out of the Uber, she checked with the driver it was the right address, it all seemed out of her league. He assured her it was correct. A large mature hedge with a closed automatic wrought iron gate was clearly for vehicles. A smaller, unlocked, gate was for pedestrians. She went through and walked up a gravel path with large shrubs on one side. It was dusk, but surprisingly warm. She felt hot in her cardigan and her stiletto heels kept sinking into the gravel. The drive was a long seventy-five yards, and she hoped to God she was at the right address. The house was a handsome, large, white-stuccoed colonial with a fine porch held up by Doric columns. A large weeping beech was on her right in the middle of an immaculate lawn. Jane was impressed, the house was beautiful. She wondered about Diane. Why would someone living here want to work at their company? She felt extremely nervous and excited, and hoped her sexy, albeit hopefully classy look would not be too gauche for Diane. Suddenly the thought entered her mind that it might not be just her and Diane. She hoped it would be. She couldn't face strangers at the moment. On the other hand, what if Diane pounced on her and tried to...? What would she do? This arousing thought was interrupted by the door opening, revealing a blonde, pretty, youngish woman in an ever-so slightly unflattering dress and sensible shoes. "Yes?" Jane was taken aback. "Oh god, she's not alone," she thought. "Hi there," she said proffering her bottle of red and smiling her best smile, "I'm Jane." The woman looked Jane up and down. "Jane Carter, come to see Diane, I hope she's in?" Jane felt a little desperate. "Ah, OK," she said and stepped back from the door and shouted into the house. "Diane, there's someone to see you. Jane. Jane Carter!" Jane kept smiling. The woman had what sounded like a German accent. Suddenly there was a click of heels and Diane's voice said. "For god's sake, show her in Irma. I told you she was coming; don't you ever listen?" Diane opened the door, and put her arms around Jane, kissing her on the forehead. Jane's hand holding the wine bottle waved at the unexpected embrace, and Irma took it from her and vanished into the house. "Come in, come in. You look nice. That's more like the Jane I'm beginning to know." "Thanks so much, Diane. You have a lovely house. I thought I was at the wrong place." "I told you I had a mansion; you just didn't believe me. I'm a lucky girl, I know." "Well, you are also a widow, which is not so good." Jane was looking around at the large hall, with black and white stone tiles, with wonder. Diane looked amazing, and Jane didn't know whether to look at her or the house. "Diane, you look...incredible. My god." Diane had on a black evening gown. It was a long, sleeveless, maxi dress with two slits that went as high as her waist. The full length of one bare leg was exposed, and when she turned, the other leg would flash into sight. What legs they were too. Silver high-heeled sandals clicked on the floor as she led Jane across the hall. Blue toenails. Jane exhaled in amazement. Diane may be in her forties, but her body was out of this world. Her neck, shoulders and arms were bare, except for a long expensive-looking necklace of pearls that was coiled around her neck. The dress revealed the sumptuous curves of her breasts, and Jane expected them to release themselves any moment into the fresh air. The curves of her cleavage really were spectacular. The tip of her necklace was draped into the crevasse of her bosom. She must be a double D, she thought. Was she even wearing a bra? In her work garb, Diane had been alluringly, vampishly sexy, in a femme fatale sort of way. But now, she thought, she's a fucking goddess. Jane wondered why she had been so confident about resisting her before she came. Now she knew, looking at her tall, amazing body, it would be impossible to resist her, if Diane made a move. She regretted being so adamantly not interested in her to Diane's face, even if she knew differently deep down. But she did want Roz back and starting something else...well it just mustn't happen. The siren's body in front of her, Jane followed her into the sitting room. She could see the edge of her buttocks as she walked, the muscles in her thighs occasionally flicked into view, jumping as she walked, her calves flexing like a fine dancer. Fuck, fuck she's too hot for me to handle, I want to jump her now. Jane wondered how long it would before she and Diane were... "You look very nice, Jane. Don't go all PC on me, but you are a very sexy woman, I must say. Rosario is a lucky girl." Diane said it quietly, Irma who was hovering in the other room, would not have heard anything. If Diane was arousing Jane, Jane had had a similar effect on Diane, except it really was no surprise to her, because she had recognized immediately when they first met that Jane was at boiling point on the scale of hot women. In that sexy miniskirt, those amazing hard legs in her stilettos, the tight tank top, her stunning face, she was beyond any simple expression such as "beautiful." Diane had wanted her immediately but was taking the long view to win the race. Diane was not all that experienced with women, despite seeming so, and she could wait. "Diane, don't. You said you wouldn't. Don't spoil it. But if we are saying such things, you look incredible. Tell me your secret, so I can look like you. Also, this girl wants to know," she lowered her voice, "are you wearing a bra?" Diane answered by pulling down the top of her dress. Jane smiled when a large nipple appeared. "Diane, you have," she felt incredibly horny now, but she must resist, "lovely big boobs. I wish mine were as big." "No, yours are perfect. Not that I've seen them, of course." Diane said it very swiftly, covering hers up before Irma entered the room again. "Jane, this is Irma. Irma Wertheimer. She's my husband's niece; her father is my brother-in-law. She's doing a doctorate in English literature at the university. She's from Heidelberg. She helps me out. She needs the money, so she helps me look after the house. Cleaning and so on 3 days a week. Irma, this is Jane. She's a friend from work." Irma smiled and shook Jane's hand. "Hi Irma, what's it like working for your aunt? I wouldn't want to work for mine, she's always been a bit of a bitch to me, god knows why." Diane coughed. "Well, thanks for that, Jane." Irma stated emphatically. "No, no, Diane is lovely, and this house is very beautiful." Jane flushed with embarrassment, realizing what she had said." Oh sorry, I didn't mean that. Diane is indeed both lovely and beautiful, you're right. The house isn't bad either." Jane laughed, and Irma chuckled. "Yes, my aunt is very beautiful. My father always used to say..." "Ok Irma, I don't think Jane wants to hear all that stuff. You know, you can go home early for today. Jane and I will be getting drunk." "Diane, you shouldn't drink too..." Diane interrupted, "Shush Irma, don't be a prude. Seriously though, why don't you leave us? Thanks for all your help today." Irma said goodbye and Jane heard the front door close, followed by a car starting and driving away. "That girl is always trying to tell me to be more sensible. I like her, but she's driving me mad. She lives in one of the halls on campus. I'm helping her out as a favor to my brother-in-law." Jane wondered if Irma knew that Diane liked women. She must have been about Jane's age. Diane got them some drinks and they relaxed and chatted on the giant patio, as the evening drew in. The mature trees and lush shrubs provided respite for Jane's eyes, somewhat wearied of urban existence. They had a pleasant dinner, Irma, or Diane, was clearly a good cook, and they drank the wine she had brought. Diane opened another. On her own turf, Diane was more forthright and direct, and she made Jane laugh a lot, particularly, her impression of Jim. She was a good mimic and even had one of Roz. She then took Jane on a tour of the inside and the garden. As they walked, Diane told amusing tidbits about the house and events from her life, a few accounts of her husband, and on a couple of occasions, anecdotes about her kids. Jane had never been in such a beautiful house, nor, she admitted, had she ever been shown around a house by such a sexy, beautiful host. Diane and Jane went down to the huge basement and Diane opened a door, "Here's the gym, and through there is the sauna and a shower." Jane had never been to house with a sauna. In fact, she'd never seen one before. The gym had everything one could want. Seeing her reflection in the mirrored walls aroused her further. She knew she looked good, and she imagined Diane looking at her and wanting her, just as she wanted Diane. "Do you work out?" Diane asked. Jane said she did, to which Diane said she thought so. "If you want you can use the gym, I'd love you to make use of it. I'm the only one here who ever did and does. Perhaps Erwin would still be alive if he had not believed that exercise was a punishment devised for fat people by thin people simply to make them feel bad." Jane assumed Erwin was her husband. They went back upstairs and the continued they up the fancy main, sweeping staircase to the second floor. "Erwin always used to refer to this floor as the piano nobile, you know, like the Venetian palazzos where the main living space is on the second floor to avoid flooding." Jane most certainly did not know about Venetian palazzos, but she loved hearing about them from Diane. She thought that Diane's brain was as sexy as the rest of her. She showed her her own beautifully appointed master bedroom, a large four-poster bed with overelaborate decoration. The bed was turned down. Jane wondered how many people had climbed into that bed for a night of passion. Was Diane seducing her with her wealth as well as her body? The thought of Diane lying naked in that bed on those yellow sheets, waiting for her. Oh my god. Her thoughts raced. A silver hairbrush lay on the sideboard, where Jane noticed a picture of Diane with three others. Diane had raven black hair, her pale eyes striking and beautifully caught by the photographer. "Is this you and your family?" "Yes, it was taken, I don't know, over 10 years ago. That's my husband, God rest his soul, and my other two, Hans and Caroline." Jane felt a general compliment would be appropriate. "You are a beautiful, handsome family." It was true, all of them were exceptionally good looking. Her husband would have made many girls weak at the knees, might even have got to her, when she was younger. His sudden death must have been tragic. Diane was absolutely haunting in the image. Diane took her down the corridor. They entered a bedroom two doors down. "This is where you can sleep. Irma's put your bag here. See, it's quite a long way from me, so don't worry. There's a lock on the door if you really don't..." "Diane, darling, of course I trust you, you promised, didn't you? That's enough for me. The room is lovely. Thank you so much for all...this." "You're most welcome. It's really great to have someone staying. The last few years have been hard, being on my own, you know." Being rich doesn't stop loneliness, thought Jane. Diane is in the prime of her life, no wonder she seems to want to experiment. Live life to the full. She felt sympathy and a different, deeper kind of attraction for her. "You've Irma now at least, and what about your kids, you must see them?" Diane looked pensively at Jane, as if she were deciding to whether to confide something significant. She leant against the door frame. Jane's eyes flicked to the length of pale leg that appeared as the dress' split parted slightly. Her blue toenails and her silver heel. Jane desperately wanted Diane to stop testing her, unintentionally as it was. Fucking stop will you, she thought. Please Diane, I must be strong. "They're both in Europe, I hardly ever see them. Erwin was German, and they like being Germans, Hans works in Frankfurt as a banker, and Caro, well she's being an artist, or so she tells me, in Berlin. She's an interesting girl." Diane shifted and the slit closed. Now all there was to tantalize Jane was her upper half, with her full breasts under that drapery. Jane had seen her nipple. Oh god. Why can't she put on frumpy overalls or something? Cover up all those fucking curves. "She's a similar age to you, a bit younger. Attractive. I think she likes women as much as men. I worry about her." "Like her mother then, at least the liking of women bit." Diane's closeness was palpable, a slight scent of soap. Jane wanted to kiss her. Her eyes flicked over her cleavage. The pearls drew attention to the wonderful, swelling masses. I could just kiss her, and all this pointless resistance would be over. She thought of Roz and felt stronger. Roz would never yield to this temptation. They would make it up, she could be loyal to her, even though they've quarreled. And about what? Nothing, fucking nothing! I'll show Diane, I'm not the easy girl she thinks I am. Diane looked cool and collected, but she was trembling with anticipation. Jane was her conquest, any moment she'd have her arms around her, and their lips would be pressed together. She could feel her pussy juices oozing into her panties. Come on, kiss me, then I can kiss you back, she thought. Jane took a step towards the door. "What's next? You mentioned showing me the Crown Jewels?" Jane laughed, "Oops there's a double entendre there somewhere." Diane laughed too, to show she didn't care. Jane was playing really hard to get. "Jane, are you always this difficult? What does Roz have that I don't?" "Diane, you agreed, no hitting on me!" Jane was smiling. Diane sighed, "You're a hard woman. We'll see." She was confident that she'd get the leather skirt off her yet. But she was not going to be the first to break. "Yes, we will, won't we?" Jane was aching for her, but Diane was tough, she had to admit. "Let's go back downstairs. We're clearly not drunk enough." Diane walked back to the staircase. Jane followed Diane's statuesque figure, her stilettos clicking on the wooden steps, to the large sitting room that opened onto the patio. Night had fallen and the air was cool, as they walked out to sit outside. Jane found the wine and drank a glass behind Diane's back and then refilled both their glasses. They sat, talking only occasionally, looking out into the night, every now and then the sound of traffic beyond the gate, the lawn, and tall trees dark beyond the lit patio. She couldn't keep her eyes off Diane. Every move, turn of her leg, her chest rising and falling as she talked, excited her. Her hips swaying when she got more wine. The clicking of her heels. Her green eyes, the lovely two-toned hair. Jane was enjoying being seduced, and knowing she was a seducer too also gave her satisfaction. The perverse pleasure both were getting from resisting their desires was almost better than succumbing to them. Jane asked if she could have a sauna. "I've never had one, but only if it's not too much trouble." Diane responded, "No, it's easy, I just have to flick a switch. I'm a little surprised though. You know saunas and sex, it's a trope of porn, and I know you're not thinking of such a thing, are you?" Jane knew what she meant. A sauna, two people fucking like rabbits. The thought of she and Diane fucking like rabbits made her heart pound. She hadn't made the connection. "Dee, of course not! Never even in a month of Sundays would such a filthy thought enter my pure mind." Diane got up and stood in front of Jane. The light was shining out from the house, illuminating her with a soft warm light. A glimpse of toned calf, knee and thigh through the dress, her pearls setting off her face and shoulders. "Well. You coming?" She held out her hand, Jane took it and stood up beside her. Diane continued, "In case you think I want to jump you in the sauna, and I bet you are, all I can say is you have a dirty mind. You can have one on your own. I'll be here, while your hot body sweats down there." They walked together downstairs to the gym. Jane was slightly disappointed. After Diane's allusion to porn, she had hoped Diane would be with her, naked, having a sauna with her. "You probably won't be able to take more than 20 minutes in there, it's bloody hot. Makes you sweat. I'll be outside to scrape the sweat off your naked body when you come out." Jane was about to speak, but Diane continued with a straight face, "That's a joke. Don't pretend to be shocked. I won't do it because I have no interest in your body, just your mind. I'll be on the patio when you're finished." Jane smiled knowingly and looked with amusement into those green eyes. Standing outside the bathroom containing the sauna, Diane switched a switch and adjusted a thermostat. The sauna looked like it could fit four at least. "It'll take about 15 mins to get hot. You can enjoy it before it gets boiling in there. You can have a shower afterwards, use the towels there. Or you can cool off naturally. If you need me, for anything," she stressed "anything," "just shout loudly, and I'll come." "Thank you so much. Diane, I have two things to ask you, and I want you to be honest with me." Diane in her heels was three inches taller than Jane in hers. Her height was yet another thing that Jane liked about her. She realized that she liked to be subordinate. She like to imagine Diane in control of her. Jane could see reflections of Diane in the mirrored walls. She could see the side of her ass cheek, her curved hamstring, the back of her knee and calf, and a silver heel through the slit in her dress in the left-hand wall. A part of the same thigh and well-shaped leg could be seen from behind in the other wall. Jane wanted to run her hand up it, to feel it's warmth, and then...oh stop it for god's sake she said to herself "When I use the sauna, do you promise, cross your heart and hope to die, not to come in, not for any reason at all? Certainly, no looking at me, nor anything, through windows, CCTV's etcetera?" Diane looked into Jane's eyes, "Jane, I don't know what kind of a person you think I am. As if I'd have a CCTV for the fucking sauna!" Jane laughed. Diane was wondering why she promised all this nonsense. They wanted each other. Why is Jane pretending to being so loyal to Roz? She could see all Jane's assets in the mirrored walls. Her toned, hard body, her muscular legs, her sexy red heels. The leather skirt tight across her pert ass. The cascade of brown hair falling over her strong shoulders. She so wanted to say no to Jane's question. She wanted to rush in and fall on that body as soon as she stripped off, or before, or right now fuck her on the rubber floor of her gym room. "Well, I know you well enough to know you like me, and we all know you're a sicko perv, so anything's possible with you." Jane was smiling at her exaggeration. Diane smiled, accepting the joke. "Ok, yes, I promise. What's the other question?" "Good. This one is silly, but I want to know. Are you wearing panties?" Diane felt a powerful wave of sexual anticipation pass through her. "I want to know because, you're not wearing a bra, and, well, let's just put it this way, if you're not then, I must put on my chastity belt that I, naturally, brought with me." "Naturally," interjected Diane. "Yes, glad you agree. You know one must come prepared, when exposed to the attentions of someone who has, or may have, impure thoughts towards one." Diane, laughing at her mock gentility, replied, "Jane, Jane, that's not fair, I'm not allowed to come on to you, but you're allowed to ask me such a thing? You are not a lady, ma'am, and I think you are the one with impure thoughts, not me. Still, in the principle of increasing the knowledge of those who are ignorant," Diane pulled the swathes of black material apart, opening the slit wide on one side. Revealing an amazing leg and ass cheek. She indicated to Jane to look further. "Go on, Ms. Scientist, have a look yourself, I won't mind, but don't get carried away." "Ok, I will. Inquiring minds do want to know," Jane felt her waist and her fingers wrapped around a very thin band, just underneath a thin swatch of material that was holding the two opposite sides of the slit together. A thong panty. She sensed Diane's body heat. Stretched around her stomach was a gold chain. Jane fingered the links. Jesus, she is seriously sexy, she thought. She felt it only fleetingly, before letting the dress and the chain go. Jane's head as she looked leant lightly against Diane's bosom. Diane's open hand rested on Jane's leather covered backside. For both, their closeness was tempting them to breaking point "Fuck Diane, ok I was wrong, I thought you didn't have any panties on. Glad to see you do." Jane's pussy was wet. It would take nothing for her to see if Diane were as wet as she was. But her resolution had been absolutely no sex with Diane, and she had insisted that Diane not do anything to her. The gold belly chain. My god for someone her age, or any age for that matter, to be wearing one. The only person she'd known to have one was Cathy. She wondered what Diane would look like wearing nothing but her chain. She once again struggled to stop herself from thinking about Diane naked. "Jane, that was nice. Glad that's been established," said Diane taking a step back. "I don't suppose I can reciprocate without breaking my word?" "No, you're right, you can't. But, just for your information, I am wearing panties. Thick matronly ones too. So, no thinking about them." Diane scowled, "You're making it very difficult for me. It's not fair the way you flirt and tease and I..." "No Diane, you fox, or perhaps I should say cougar, you promised. I've also told you many times, I like you as a friend only. I'm not going where you want me to go." Diane smiled, "Well, I did get to feel your ass. Not saying it meant anything to me, but just reminding you it happened." "Hmm, yes, well, that was not allowed. I may have to punish you. No, don't look like that. You won't like it." Jane was one hell of a tease. Such a turn on. Diane reckoned it wouldn't be long before Jane was begging for her. She would take a bet on it. Jane waited until she could no longer hear the click of Diane's shoes on the stairs going up from the basement. There was a window high on the wall that looked onto the patio. In the day it would let light into the bathroom. She closed the curtain. She half wanted Diane to look in from the patio and see her naked, but she had to pretend she didn't. She opened the sauna door. The room was hot enough already. Jane took her shoes off and quickly stripped down to her underwear. She removed her bra and then slid her black panties off. Through the doorway she saw her naked reflection in the mirrored wall of the gym. She was already on a sexual high. The hours of sexual tension had taken their toll on her. She ran her fingers over her thighs and breasts. Her fingers tweaked her nipples. Her breasts were firm and her fingers on her nipples made them throb. She twisted to see herself better in the mirror. Not unusually for her, the sight of her naked body in the mirror excited her more. She knew she looked good, and her bare, toned flesh gave her even greater stimulation. She ran her fingers over her vulva. She was almost dripping with excitement. She went into the gym and, sitting on a workout bench, she opened her legs in front of the mirrored wall and masturbated herself to a powerful climax in what seemed about a minute. She appreciated the sight of her shapely inner thighs with her red pussy wet with cum. She was trembling with arousal. She went into the sauna and sat on the slatted hardwood bench. Almost immediately she began to sweat. The heat was intense, but dry. Her body became coated in her perspiration. Her orgasm seemed not have helped at all. Now naked in the heat, it seemed even worse. The knowledge that beautiful, curvy Diane was not far way, with those amazing boobs, and those sexy silver high-heeled shoes on those amazing legs. Diane, her luscious, bosomy, fit, feminine, friend was just upstairs, and she knew she was lusting after her. Perhaps she's masturbating right now too? She imagined Diane coming into the sauna, seeing her sweaty curves, telling her she was sexy, talking dirty to her until Jane would explode and spray all over these steaming hot walls. "Oh, god Diane, you can fucking have me," she said aloud, as if Diane was right there and could hear. She worked on her pussy some more and came again, sweating, stiffening, and trembling as still more wetness oozed out of her pussy. In the heat, her body had become a slippery, shiny, tanned, sex fantasy. Her hair was wet with sweat and was clinging to her oval face. Her mind, instead of being released from sexual tension by her masturbation, seemed to get still more worked up. Her shiny body was turned on in a positive feedback loop. The long teasing session that had started when she had first met Diane a week ago, had reached its endpoint. Jane experienced another climax just thinking about her, the merest touch of her fingers on her clit had been enough. The heat was making her dizzy. This ridiculous flirting and all that shit, had to stop, she suddenly didn't care about being faithful to Roz. She was already unfaithful to her, and frankly she wanted Diane, just as Roz knew she did last week. Screw her, no one will know. Roz would fuck Diane without a thought, wouldn't she? Her pussy twitched with pleasure at the thought of Roz and Diane together. She looked outside the sauna. Still no Diane. In the back of her mind, she had been convinced that Diane wouldn't be able to resist the reality of Jane naked, sweaty, and willing in the sauna. But she was not there. She felt annoyed. "Fuck. I'll go to her, I'm no longer too proud." She left the sauna, jumped in the shower and in 5 minutes washed the sweat from her body. She felt wonderful, but overpoweringly horny. I'm going upstairs and, instead of just thinking about it, I'm going to fuck with my beautiful, foxy new friend. She wrapped a large white towel about her chest and ran upstairs, her bare feet slapping on the wooden stairs up from the basement. The cool air felt nice on her naked body. Diane was sitting lengthwise on a brown leather sofa, cool as a cucumber, heels up on the cushions, reading a magazine. Her dress was exposing one of her legs. Her sexy, silver sandal with its 4-inch heel glowed in the dim light. She really does have amazing legs thought Jane. Jane could see the bare flesh under her arm too as the slash on the dress was cut daringly high. The gold of her belly chain up against her skin was clearly visible. Diane looked up and dropped the magazine as she saw Jane. "Well, hello. You look hot, I hope you had a shower?" In the brief moment before Jane replied she noticed the pink phallus projecting out from Diane's groin. The dress' folds had been parted on either side of it. An even briefer moment followed when she saw black thong panties on the floor, Diane had no underwear, and she was wearing a strapon instead. Diane had been waiting for her. Jane's stomach twisted in excitement. "Yes, I did shower and now I'm going to have sex with you and I'm going to give you the best fuck of your life." Jane dropped her towel on the floor. Diane's beautiful eyes looked her up and down. The phallus in her groin was thin and strongly curved, with a round sphere on the tip. Diane's hand held the shaft. "Oh, Jane, thank god. At last." She was smiling and looking beautiful. Jane, her glistening body and thrusting nipples, begging to be touched, stood looking down at Diane, "You can do what you want to me, Dee. Fuck me with that." She touched the phallus. "Screw Roz and the rest of them," she added. She slid her naked body on top of Diane, her bare thighs around her waist and their mouths met. Jane started to kiss her with intensity. She could feel the pink penis flicking against her buttocks and ass crack. Diane's warm body and the feel of her large breasts up against her cool naked ones felt so good. Diane's mouth was now returning the kisses with fervor, and her hands were cupping Jane's buttocks. Jane sat up, tearing her mouth away, and leant back, her fingers probing for Diane's pussy. She felt the restraining bands of the strapon under the folds of her dress, and then her fingers were sliding over Diane's wet labia which were protruding out from between the leather straps that held the strapon. Diane moaned and writhed under her, as Jane's fingers caressed the wet pussy lips. "Jane, oh god, sit on the cock, I want to fu...Ohh," Jane had her two fingers inside the older woman, and she was twisting and pushing them in and out. As she did so, the edge of the strapon's bands rubbed against Diane's large labial lips, further stimulating her. Like Jane, Diane had been on a razor's edge of arousal ever since Jane had stepped into her house 3 hours earlier. After Jane flicked her fingers inside Diane's pussy a few times Diane exploded. She trembled, gasped, and came, her hands squeezing Jane's thigh and ass. Jane pulled Diane's dress off her left shoulder and, as the big breast lolled out, she fixed her mouth on it. The big nipple was stiff, and Jane rolled it around her mouth sucking noisily. Diane had hardly recovered from her orgasm, but moaned, "Fuck, Janie, oh god that's good." Jane pulled the other side of her dress down, the other boob rolled out. Jane whistled her appreciation. "Dee, you have great tits. Let's get this fucking dress off you. Your body's been fucking with my mind ever since I first saw you." Diane sat up and put her strong arms around Jane. Their breasts squeezed together, Diane's double D-cups were larger and deeper than Jane's smaller, roundly perfect Cs. Diane licked and kissed Jane's neck, tasting the scent from her shower soap. Jane moaned sexily and pulled at Diane's dress. She wanted her naked. "Janie, let me fuck you with my prick, get your beautiful pussy on this." Diane thrust her wide hips and Jane felt the tip of the strapon flick against her ass again. She lifted herself up and Diane held her hips, maneuvering her into place over the pink penis, Diane grasped the long, curved phallus and slid it into Jane's slippery pussy. Jane sunk down on it, the pink plastic vanishing inside her vagina. She gasped in pleasure, and Diane pumped her hips. "Oh, yesss!" Jane cried out as the tip ground inside her. She squatted down fully, her sexy legs brushing Diane's abdomen, her hands on Diane's breasts. The strapon was deep inside her, and she could feel the ball on its tip pressing hard against the wall of her vagina, the curved dick pushing and sliding over what seemed to be her G-spot. When the strapon popped out, Diane pushed it back in, her manicured fingers seeking out the right spot and orientation and feeling the wetness oozing from Jane's slit. Jane's perfect ass sank down again, and she resumed her pumping. Jane's breasts were bouncing up and down as she rode Diane's strapon. "Go Jane, go. Come all over me, you sexy slut." Diane felt herself about to come again as she looked at beautiful Jane riding her like a sexy jockey. Jane flopped down on top of Diane, and they locked their mouths together, kissing hungrily. Diane's hands were caressing Jane's thighs, and her buttocks, pulling her down when she bottomed out on the strapon. Both the women were panting with the exertion. Diane could feel Jane's juices flowing from the strapon onto her. "Come on Janie, come on my dick. Come on you sexy girl, that's it." Jane bounced up and down violently. Diane's back and ass were also hot and sweaty, pressed down as they were on the leather sofa. Jane's foaming pussy approached its joyful release. When it came, it tore her apart, intense waves of orgiastic pleasure passing through her. Her pussy's wetness ran down over the pink phallus, coating the inside of her thighs and flowing over Diane's groin and dress. When she was climaxed out, she slumped down, the penis still deep within her. Diane was almost there too, Jane's dripping pussy pounding against hers had brought her to the very edge. "Jane, make me come..." Jane, opened her mouth and took a huge mouthful of one of Diane's tits and sucked it hard, at the same time she lifted herself up slightly and, feeling in the wet space under the pink penis, she used her nail to stimulate what she guessed was Diane's clit. The sexy body under Jane tensed, and Diane came, thrusting up against Jane as she did so. Jane rolled off Diane, running her fingers over her own pussy as the strapon popped out. Diane twisted on the sofa, putting her feet on the floor. Her top half bare, her dress around her waist, her strapon, a wet, pink phallic stick, surrounded by the flowing black of her dress. She was shaking with excitement. The two women were breathing heavily. "That was amazing, you fucked me good Diane." Jane snuggled up against Diane, her arm around her shoulders, her hand running through Diane's hair. Diane's hand was caressing Jane's thigh. "You rode me like a pro, Janie, I wish I'd been on top, so I could have done most of the pushing." "You can do that to me next if you like. You can do whatever you want with me, Dee, like I said." Jane continued, "Did you think I'd ever do this with you, Dee? I really tried to resist you know. Well, I tried in my own fashion, but I think I'm just not strong enough. Certainly not when the someone looks like you." "Well at first I really did think it would never happen, but when you came to see me on Friday and I saw you looking at my legs under the table in my office, and the way you've been looking at me all this time here, checking me out in the mirrors downstairs, pretending you didn't care; but I saw you. That's why I knew we'd end up fucking, despite all your `I'm not interested' pleas." Jane was trembling. She wanted to strip Diane. "Yeah, you're a sexy bitch, sorry about being so weird, but we enjoyed the contest, didn't we?" "You're the best tease I've ever seen. I didn't do any teasing; it was all you own work." Diane's fingers were tracing a pattern over Jane's weeping vulva. "Ooh, oh god, you're getting me hot again. Not sure I agree. That dress is a total turn on, and I think you knew it, you put it on to get me wanting you." "And I suppose your sexy leather number and stilettos had nothing to do with it?" Jane kissed her, and grinned. Jane pulled at Diane's crumpled dress, "You shouldn't be so fucking gorgeous, so I'm going to blame you if Roz finds out about you and me." "I'm kinda sorry about you betraying Roz, but in the end it's no worse than what she thinks you've done already, so no real foul." Diane liked Roz, or rather she liked her as eye candy. She genuinely didn't want to upset Roz, or make it harder for Jane, but Jane was here, on her own volition. Jane had decided, Diane was not responsible for Jane's infidelity. Diane put her arm around Jane, and resumed kissing her, her fingers dancing over her pussy. Jane moaned as she felt a finger inside her, then another one. Jane interrupted Diane's finger fucking, bent down and grabbed Diane's dress around her waist and whispered, "I've wanted to do this to you ever since this morning," she paused for effect. "I want to eat your sexy pussy, so come on, let's get this fucking dress off you." Diane lent back, lifting her backside off the sofa. Jane pulled her dress down, hooking its waist band over the strapon, then kneeling beside her on the floor, she slipped the dress down, revealing her wide hips, strong, toned thighs, then over the calves and finally, Jane lifted them over her silver heels, Diane lifting her legs in turn. The dress was a crumpled mass on the floor, close to Diane's panties. Jane lifted Diane's leg and sucked her toes, so beautiful with their blue nail polish, her hand ran over her ankle and calf. Diane moaned. Jane could see the wetness around Diane's pussy in the warm light, still with the erect strapon covering it. Diane was unbelievably sexy. "You've no idea how long I've wanted to get that dress off you," Jane's tongue slid up Diane's calf and then her hands were on her thighs. She stood astride Diane's legs and she gently, undid the strapon, her fingers probing under the straps. Diane moaned, "Jane...," she lifted her ass from the seat and Jane threw the wet strapon on the floor to join the dress and panties. "Oh god, Dee you are so fucking sexy," Jane sat next to her, and she hooked a toned leg over Diane's and started to suck on Diane's impressive boobs. The nipples seemed huge in her mouth, and Diane groaned as Jane grasped them gently in her teeth, flitting from one tit to another. Her fingers were on Diane's slit, pressing, and rotating the warm wet labia and hard clitoris. Jane loved the way Diane's thighs were tightening as her arousal increased, she really was impressively well toned everywhere, and she could feel her thigh muscles contracting under her leg as Diane got increasingly more worked up. Jane pushed two fingers into Diane's pussy, and then used her thumb to press and rotate her clit. Diane arched her back, pushing her breasts into Jane's face and thrusting her pelvis onto her fingers. "Are you about to come, Dee? Yes? You can cum now. Go on, shower me with your sexy spray." "Jane, yes I'm coming, please don't stop, oh god..." Diane's hands were on Jane's breasts, but she was losing control, as she approached release. She started to pant and moan, as the climax came closer and closer. Suddenly Jane stopped sucking her nipples, and she slid down and, leaning in between Diane's wonderful thighs, she started licking and sucking her pussy. Diane screamed in pleasure as Jane's tongue penetrated her vulva, and her lips sucked on her full, swollen labia. Jane could feel the strong female body tense and then her mouth was covered in wet ejaculate. She sucked and licked it noisily into her mouth. She tasted Diane, an incredible sweet sensation with a faint hint of urine. Diane's legs clenched and she writhed, her beautiful body twisting and trembling as she experienced a massive orgasm. Jane was pulled this way and that as Diane came, Diane holding on to Jane's lovely nakedness, wherever she could. "Fuck, yes, yes, come all over me." Diane felt her wetness seemingly pouring out of her pussy as her orgasm rolled on. Jane, her face covered in Diane's cum, started kissing and tonguing her on the mouth. Diane eagerly accepted, tasting her own pussy juice. Jane got on top of Diane. Their naked bodies felt incredible, and the two women held and caressed each other as Diane's climax subsided. Diane with Jane on top, lay together on the sofa. Diane's bent legs held Jane tightly. Jane's shaved pussy was lying on top of Diane's, whose triangle of pubic hair was saturated with her and Jane's wetness. Diane, recovering, said, "Janie, I gotta go to the little girl's room, you're pushing down on my bladder, I've really got to go." Jane rolled off her and they both got up. Jane kissed her and said, "I'll get my stuff from downstairs, see you in moment. Don't you put any fucking clothes on!" They laughed. Jane, naked, rushed downstairs back into the gym. She had a pee in the bathroom, and collected her tank top, bra, panties, skirt, and heels and went back upstairs. She could hear the toilet flushing. She picked the strapon from the pile of Diane's clothes and put it on. The pink penis was still damp from her juices. The straps in between her legs holding the penis down stimulated her pussy, as they pushed and rubbed against her labia and slit. She went and stood by the bathroom door. A sexy naked figure with the pink phallus waiting for her beautiful woman. The door opened and Diane came out, her breasts with their amazingly long nipples, large in the dim light. Her enticing curves as she moved, her skin reflecting the soft light, her wide hips with the dark triangle of pubic hair, her perfect long legs and calves accentuated by the silver heels, the belly chain stretched across her waist, everything about her was perfect to Jane, so tall, so full, and so obviously made for sex. "God Diane, you are so beautiful." She seemed to have said it it to her so many times, but she couldn't stop herself. Diane smiled and said, "So are you, Jane, so are you. Is that for me?" Her hand wrapped around the strapon. The two women embraced. The height difference meant that Jane's face was buried in Diane's neck, and she could feel the swelling of those large boobs under her chin and on her neck. "Dee, you're so tall. I love it." Diane's height over Jane appealed to Jane's desire, usually hidden, to be dominated. To be totally dominated by Diane, oh god, how great that would be, she thought. She flicked her hand across Diane's sex mound. "You are fucking dripping, girl, why don't I..." she dropped to her knees and, squeezing in between Diane's legs, she began to eat her pussy again. This time, she just kept sucking and licking, Diane's strong thighs twisted as she approached orgasm, she had to hold on tight to the woman's legs to keep her mouth on her pussy. Diane had long, irregular labia, which gave her plenty to suck on and take into her mouth as she pleasured her. Sometimes she let her teeth bite softly into the sensitive flesh, which would produce a gratifying gasp of pleasure, or a cry from Diane. Diane was sweating in pleasure, her thighs and stomach shiny in the soft light. Jane felt Diane pulling her hair and her head into her dripping minge as she worked on her pussy. Diane climaxed and, again, there was a nice squirt of fluid that ran down her thigh and into Jane's mouth. Jane got to her feet, and Diane's hands were all over her over her back and her bare ass. Jane roughly pushed Diane over to the sectional sofa, and she stumbled in her heels. "I'm going to fuck you doggy style. Show me that beautiful ass!" Diane fell onto the sofa, knelt, and pushed her round buttocks up towards Jane who was standing behind her. "Now there's a great sight." Jane said and, holding Diane's hips, she maneuvered the strapon into Diane's wet slit. Diane gasped in pleasure. Jane started pumping, pulling Diane's head back by her hair. The penis slid in and out easily, but its shape was designed cleverly to maximize the pleasure. Like Jane had discovered, the tip stimulated just the right spot inside Diane's vagina. She started to moan and cry out as Jane thrust it deep inside her. Jane lent forward and put her foot up on the sofa to get more traction. She pressed her body up against Diane's shapely ass and back, and her hands held and twisted the nipples on Diane's beautiful breasts as she drove the strapon deep into the ever-wetter pussy. She licked and kissed the back of Diane's neck. Diane twisted her head and their mouths and tongues met. Diane was in heaven; Jane was bringing her rapidly to the top of a mountain of intense pleasure. "Oh god, I'm coming, Jane, oh god..." Jane withdrew the strapon and twisted Diane around from kneeling position, her wet sex now sitting on the sofa, staining it, while Jane stood in front of her, the wet phallus sticking into her face. Jane pushed the phallus into Diane's mouth. Diane took it and sucked it. "That's it Dee, taste your pussy, oh god that's sexy." Jane pushed her down on the large sectional and parted her knees. Jane entered her again and Diane started to cry out as Jane thrust the strapon vigorously in and out. Diane's legs wrapped around Jane's body, her silver heels lying on the small of her back and ass. In and out Jane pumped, all the time looking into Diane's beautiful, hypnotic, green eyes. "Janie, I'm there, I'm there, ohhh..." Jane thrust deeply, and she felt the tight embrace of Diane's toned legs get tighter still, her shoe straps pressing into her flesh. "Come, now, babe, yes that's it. Oh god that's beautiful..." Diane screamed, and Jane was immobilized by Diane's strong limbs holding her in her orgasmic climax. She quivered and pulsed as if an electric current was passing through her. Jane wished she had come too, but it was something to see Diane, sexy Diane, beautiful Diane, come like that. Diane relaxed and her legs unwrapped themselves from Jane. "Jane, fuck, you do it to me so well. How many girls have you been with? I bet a lot." "Oh, I don't know. Two, I think." Jane lied; she didn't want lovely Diane to think she was a total tramp. She seemed to find lying quite easy. Outside, the night was surprisingly quiet, the subtle floodlighting in the garden was beautiful. "I hope Irma's not going to suddenly come over to see how you are doing. She'd get a shock." Jane was intrigued about Irma. There seemed something not right about her presence with Diane. Jane wondered who else had seen Diane like this. Fuck, high heels, and that body, enough to make anyone cum, man or woman. Did Irma? Diane got up and opened another bottle and she gave the glass to Jane. The light picked out the contours of Diane's legs beautifully. Those breasts. God. "I've been with one other woman," Diane seemed to be musing on lost opportunities. Jane wanted to ask her if it was Irma, but she didn't want to upset her and ruin the moment. Diane sat down and she pulled Jane's warm nakedness to her. Jane brought her legs up off the floor and held her knees close. Diane's fingers absently minded traced the shape of Jane's hip and thigh. "Dee, you don't need to tell me anything. You are one hell of a..." she hesitated "...fuck compared to those others." This time Jane was not lying. There was something so "together" and solid, every curve in the right place, about Diane. "Janie, that's sweet, I think you mean the oldest..." Jane was now upset thinking she'd been misunderstood. "Dee don't be stupid, you're the sexiest babe I've ever known. My god, look at you." She ran her hands over the tight thighs, felt each large breast, and then kissed her stomach. She fingered the stomach chain. Diane pulled Jane closer. Jane draped herself over Diane's thighs. Diane found Jane's tight bum and her athletic thighs irresistible, she spanked one of her buttocks quite hard. Jane moaned, "Do it again, I liked that." Diane giggled and smacked the other one. "Why don't you spank me, Dee? I've obviously been a very naughty girl." Diane felt Jane's ass, "You kinky thing, are you serious? You do have a lovely ass though." Diane felt her pussy twitch. Jesus, she's teasing me again. She smacked it again and the naked body on her thighs convulsed and let out a sexy gasp. "Yeah, go ahead, I said you can do what you want with me. I like it. Why don't you teach me a lesson?" The initial slap had strangely aroused Jane, this way sexy Diane can really show me whose boss, she thought. To be beaten by such a gorgeous amazon. Oh dear, yes please. Another smack and Jane's pussy suddenly felt very wet. "Dee, I'm really wet, why don't you see?" Diane couldn't believe this. My god, she really likes it. Diane fingers slid across Jane's tantalizing slit. Her fingers were covered in liquid, she could see with her own eyes, Jane's vulva was swimming with wetness. "Wow Jane, you really are. God, I'm going to make you come so fucking hard, you kinky so-and-so." Diane started to thwack the glorious butt cheeks in front of her, beating each one in turn, until the skin was red with the impact. Jane was gasping at each hit, but it was a gasp of pleasure. Diane put her fingers inside the soaking pussy and pumped them, Jane put her hands around Jane's ankles and calves as the beating continued. She arched her back and Diane beat her some more. She started finger fucking her after every four hits or so. Four smacks, four erotic cries of pleasure, then thirty seconds of pussy fingering, then Diane resumed spanking her with four more. Jane was now writhing and twisting on her lap as each impact landed home. Her ass was bright red. Jane enjoyed the beating, or rather it was driving her wild towards release, she loved the feel of Diane's curved thighs and the feel of her legs as Jane held on to them as the beating continued. Diane could feel the oozing wetness on her thigh from Jane's pussy as she spanked the sexy siren lying her lap. "Take that, and that, you naughty, disobedient girl. Umm your ass looks good enough to eat." Jane's thighs opened wider as she got more and more aroused. Her pussy was a shining mass of sex fluid. Diane tapped the slit hard and Jane's tight body jumped. "Yes, yes, do it, do it!" she cried out, "make me come! Hit me again, ohh" Diane gave her two very hard spanks and then, spanked her dripping slit. Jane screamed in pleasure, and Diane buried three fingers into her pussy. Jane almost passed out as the orgasm crashed through her. She seemed to lose consciousness, the only thing in her brain was Diane's warm thighs under her and the twirling, expanding feeling of pleasure and release coming out of every pore of her naked body. Diane felt Jane's wetness pour into her thighs. She couldn't believe that hard spanking could produce such a climax. "Wow, Janie, that looked like a good one. You called me a perv but look at you." Diane pulled up the still trembling Jane and held her in her strong arms. They lay back, holding each other. Jane in between Diane's legs. She ran her fingers up and down Diane' thighs, her head cradled against her large breasts. Diane felt incredibly lucky that she was feeling the lovely warmth from Jane's body as she lay back on her. "Jane you really are amazing, that was something else. I'm glad I asked you over." Jane looked up at her, twisting her head, her butt sore from the beating. "Thank you, Diane, you really are an A1 fuck, and so fucking hot. I think I love you." Diane kissed her. "You know you can sleep with me tonight, don't you? As if I'd make you go to the other room now." Jane smiled, "In your four-poster? I think you knew it would work out like this, didn't you? Thank you so much Dee, I'd love to be with you all night." Diane hugged her close and said, "It's midnight, we could go up now if you like?" Jane nodded assent. After collecting their clothes, they went upstairs, Diane leading the way. "That's one hell of a view!" Jane wolf whistled as naked Diane walked upstairs in front of her, her ass and thighs swaying sexily. Diane waited for her at the top of the stairs, and they kissed, their hands on each other's ass. "How's your derriere?" Diane asked. Jane laughed. "Still a little sore. Thanks for indulging me, Dee, but you gave me a great cum." "Was it really weird?" Jane explained that "a former girlfriend" had made her cum by spanking her, and she wanted to do it again. "I'd love to spank your hot backside sometime, if you'd like," she said as they went into Diane's room. Jane was not going to say that her initiation into the joys of S&M had been by a floor manager in a hotel, who she didn't know and had never seen again. Diane smiled and sat down on the bed and started to take her shoes off. Jane knelt and said she'd do it for her. She did it slowly and with a good deal of caressing of Diane's legs. She sucked the toes on both feet. Diane felt very tired, but Jane's attention to her feet woke her up. They took a shower together, the time for lovemaking seemed to have past for both of them, so although they washed each other intimately, nothing further happened. When Jane got into bed, Diane was waiting for her under the yellow sheets. The self-same sheets she had fantasized about before when Diane showed her around. "Thanks so much, Dee, for today. It was a fantastic day. You were fantastic." "Janie, I'm honored to have you with me, I'm so glad we're friends." "A bit more than simple friends I think and hope?" The two women kissed. Diane fell asleep first, and Jane held her close, feeling her warm, hard, sexy body as she pondered the amazing day. Her pussy and ass were a little sore, but Diane had been astonishing. How was she going to break it to Roz? The sun on her face woke her up, she turned over in the giant bed, hoping to touch Diane's bare flesh, but the bed was empty. She looked at the clock by the bed. 11:00. She went to the bathroom and had a pee. Naked, she peeked out in the corridor. No one in sight but she could hear talking downstairs. It took a moment realize it was Diane and Irma. Diane was speaking German and loudly as if she was arguing with Irma. Irma then spoke sharply back to Diane. Jane wondered once again about Irma, something's odd about her, she thought. She went back into the room. Naked, she did her hair, using the silver hairbrush she'd seen before, and using Diane's dryer in the bathroom. Diane's green eyes looked at her from the family photo. She put a little of Diane's lipstick on, she wouldn't mind, surely. She had just put her on panties and stilettos and was slipping on her bra, when the door opened suddenly, and Irma came in. She was holding the strapon. "Excuse me! Can't you not knock before you come in?" Jane put her hands up to cover her breasts, the bra hanging from her forearm. Jane's panties left little to the imagination. Irma stared at Jane. Jane felt she was being studied minutely. She also felt very self-conscious. To be caught in another woman's bedroom in just stiletto heels and panties was not what she would choose. Irma gasped but kept staring at Jane. Jane thought she recognized that look so familiar to her. A look of envy, lust, and dislike. "Ms. Carter I'm so sorry, I didn't know. Please excuse me. I'll leave this here." She put the strapon on the bed. She stood looking at Jane's lithe body some more. Jane took her hands from her breasts and walked over to her. "Have you seen enough now, Irma?" Irma must have been only a little bit younger than her. Jane's beautiful breasts were now only a few inches away from her. The nipples were hard. "Yes, I have, thank you Ms. Carter." "No more of this `Ms Carter' business, Irma. Please call me Jane. Generally, we think it is rude to stare, by the way." "Yes, I know, so sorry Ms...Jane." "It's not every day you see a strange woman like this I suppose. I forgive you. Is Diane up?" She knew full well that Diane was up but wanted to talk with Irma. The girl must have known about her and Diane too, after all she'd brought the strapon back. "Yes, she is downstairs, there is breakfast, should you want it. You are not strange." Jane clicked back to the bed and started to put the bra on. "Thank you, Irma. Well, it's good to know I'm not strange to you. Could you?" She indicated that she should attach it at the back. Irma came over, a strange look of embarrassment on her face. She fixed the bra quickly, her dress bumped gently against Jane's ass. Jane felt the faint touch of Irma's hair against the back of her neck. "All done. That was very easy. I don't think you needed me to do that for you." Irmas voice was low. The accent seemed more pronounced. Jane smiled, the smile that usually worked miracles. Irma smiled back, a little awkwardly. "I really hope we'll be friends, Irma." Jane said. Irma was still looking intently at her, measuring her up, assessing her. "Yes, I hope so too, thank you...Jane." With that she left the room, carefully closing the door after her. I'll have to ask Diane about Irma, she thought as she pulled on her skirt.