Lo & Behold (Chapter 17)

Lo & Behold
by Diola Dragontail

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Chapter 17: Interlude, Sara’s Story (Part 3)

Summer, 1986 – Disney World

“I’m not a little girl.” She held her voice steady and kept her eyes from blinking. She wanted the conviction she felt in her heart to show in her voice. “I know what I want.”

“I want to spend the night with you.” She softened her voice now; she didn’t want it sound like this was a challenge. She wanted it to sound as special as she felt it was inside. “I want to spend the night with you. I want to make love with you.”

Just the effort of saying the words gave her a shiver. She did her best to grip down on her emotions, not wanting her anticipation to be mistaken for nervousness. “I want you to be my first. I want you to fuck me.”

And there it was, the offer, the request was out in the open. The words seemed to hang in the air in front of her, like over ripe grapes waiting to be plucked -- Globes of purple and green so full of juice that their skins were in danger of rupturing. The sweet juice leaking out.

“Sara?”

A shrill voice pierced Sara’s fantasy, boring its way into her thoughts and shattering the imaginary conversation. With a jolt, the bathroom came back into focus, along with the mirror she had been staring into.

“Are you okay in there?”

Sara tried to catch her breath as she returned to the life she really led.

“Sara?” Her mother’s voice repeated a heightened sound of concern to the tone. “Are you okay?”

“Yes.” Sara managed to croak out, the dryness of her throat making her voice a raspy whisper.

There was a long pause of silence, during which Sara started to assume that maybe her mother was satisfied and would leave her alone.

“You’ve been in there for over an hour.” No such luck, her mother was still just on the other side of the thin bathroom door. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing!” The sudden sharpness of her voice caught even Sara by surprise. She didn’t mean to sound alarmed, but it spilled out of her of its own accord.

“Are you having your period?” Her mother’s voice was just above a whisper now, tinged with an apologetic shame.

“God! No!” Sara shouted back, shocked at the suggestion.

“Oh, okay.” Her mother sounded honestly relieved now. “You know, you can talk to me right?”

“Yes, mom.” The conversation felt so uncomfortable that it bordered on physically painful.

She lied. Sara never felt like she could talk to her mother about anything, least of all this. There was no way her mother would understand what she was going through.

Sara waited, nervously watching the bathroom door. She still expected it to open and her mother to come bursting in for one reason or another. She let out a relieved exhale when she heard her mother’s footsteps walk away from the bathroom door.

Looking back to her reflection she made a silent vow to herself.

Today was going to be the day. The last chance. Time to lay it all on the line.

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“I’m not a little girl. I know what I want.” Sara ran the words over in her mind as the monorail soundlessly glided to a stop. She could picture their reaction. How thrilled they’d be that she had come to this decision. How they’d accept without a second thought.

The metallic chime signaled the monorails arrival, followed by the happily pleasant voice that announced they should exit to the driver’s right. She didn’t see the point of the announcement, since only the left side doors opened.

She was bubbling over with energy, energy that she wanted to direct towards something. Anything. She felt desires and directions that she hadn’t before. And all she wanted was to go with them, to follow them through. She didn’t want to wait, she wanted them now.

Darker emotions hid behind all of this positive energy. This was really the last day that Stacey and Ben would be on vacation. And possibly the last day she would ever see them again. If they were leaving tomorrow, that was fine. But they’d still be here today and she was going to enjoy that. She could always feel sad tomorrow.


The energy propelled her up and out of the plastic seat. She lunged for the open doors, grabbing the metal hand rest, using her momentum to swing herself out onto the platform. She imagined she was a gymnast, moving with speed and grace, carried along by her dreams.

In reality, the movement probably looked as graceful as a giraffe on roller skates trying to do a mambo. The thought immediately made her start to feel self conscious.

No, she pushed those darker thoughts out of her mind. That was the old her, the gawky, uncomfortable, unsure of herself person. At least for now she had left that person behind. It was like she was wearing someone else’s skin. Or an armor that hid her normal life from eyes that knew nothing about her.

Sara descended the steps two at a time, leaving the monorail platform and entering into the subdued early morning bustle of the hotel lobby. She had expected it to be busier, but there was only a few dozen people milling about.

That was just fine with her, the level of activity she expected to find would have made her skittish. No doubt in an hour or so the lobby would be an exercise in organized chaos.

She walked across the lobby, her sandals clicked on the freshly polished floor. She kept her eyes open for any familiar faces. She had only gotten half way across the lobby when she spotted who she sought.

She saw Stacey sitting in one of the bright orange vinyl lounging seats that ringed the outer fringes of the lobby. Correction, she spotted Stacey’s blonde hair first, the rest of her mostly hidden behind a newspaper and a paper cup of coffee.

Stacey seemed to sense Sara, the newspaper moving to the side and her head instinctively turning to face the approaching young woman. A smile appearing on Stacey’s face as their eyes met.

Even though Sara tried to hide it, she couldn’t help but let her lips curl into a goofy smile of her own. She knew it probably looked childish and ridiculous, but she couldn’t keep the emotions in.

“Hey, nice shirt.” Stacey chided with a wink as Sara arrived in front of her.

“Thank you.” Sara instinctively laughed, but she had to glance down to remember what she was wearing. She smiled even more when she recognized the white cotton Mickey Mouse t-shirt that Stacey had bought her the day before. “I thought I’d blend in better with all the other tourists.”

“I knew it would look good on you.” Stacey smirked with a slight hint of pride.

Sara was unaccustomed to the attention, but she enjoyed it none the less. She twirled slowly in place, letting Stacey look her completely over. After all, she had picked her attire entirely for their benefit. She wanted their last memories of her to be good ones.

She hadn’t spent most of the morning in the bathroom for nothing.

Besides the t-shirt, she had picked out a pair of old cut off jean shorts that she rightly should have thrown away a year ago. She hadn’t picked them for their comfort, but for the tightness of them. She knew that they hugged her hips and showed off her small butt. She took particular enjoyment in the idea that right at this moment, that’s what Stacey was looking at.

She even took the time to put on some make up, nothing extraordinary, just enough to accent without being noticeable. Just a light dusting of pink blush to give her cheekbones a slight rosy glow and a quick swipe of eye liner to accent her eyes.

Unfortunately she had to admit she had her mother to thank for this. She wouldn’t even have bothered to bring the meager collection of makeup that she owned. But her mother insisted that they’d be going out for at least one “special meal.” That it wouldn’t hurt her to look good for once.

The hardest part to decide on was her hair. Normally she didn’t bother to do much with it at all. She kept it just slightly longer than shoulder length, and then let gravity handle the rest. It just kind of hung down where it wanted to go and she was happy with that.

But this morning she’d gone through no less than four different attempts to make it look more mature and impressive.

She’d tried braiding it, but pigtails made her think that she looked like she belonged in kindergarten. One long braid didn’t help matters either.

In the end she just pinned her bangs back behind her ears, uncovering her normally hidden eyes. It wasn’t the ideal solution she had in mind, but she did have to admit that it looked better than her normal appearance.

“Very nice.” Stacey smiled as Sara returned to facing her.

Sara couldn’t help but smile even more, the compliment making her beam with emotion.

“You hungry?” Stacey rose from the chair and slipped an arm around Sara’s shoulders like she was greeting an old friend.

“Yes.” Sara found herself looking at her older friend in a way she hadn’t imagined looking at another female before. She watched the way Stacey’s ample chest bounced slightly under her neon pink Ocean Pacific tank top.

She thought about leaving it just at that, but decided that with so little time left, she wasn’t going to leave any thing just because of her modesty.

“For more than breakfast.” Sara whispered into Stacey’s ear as she slipped a hand into the back pocket of Stacey’s jeans.

Stacey raised a surprised eyebrow at Sara’s bluntness. “Oh my, it sounds like someone is horny this morning.” She whispered back.

Sara nodded quickly with a smile, deciding to say nothing more for now.

“Well, let’s eat first and then see what the day has in store for us?” Stacey’s voice returned to a normal tone and started to lead the way deeper into the hotel.

Sara slipped an arm around Stacey’s hips, holding her quite comfortably as they walked. She was excited by the boldness of this. The idea that everyone could see them walking together so closely and that she didn’t care who saw.

They stepped into the elevator bay and released each other as Stacey reached to press the upwards call button. There wasn’t a wait as one of the elevators immediately binged and the doors slid open.

Sara dashed into the empty elevator and paused in front of the button display, realizing that she wasn’t entirely sure where they were headed. Stacey reached past her pressing the 24th floor button.

Sara quickly pressed the “Close Door” button now, her eyes anxiously watching the open doors. She only stopped pressing the button when the doors started to silently slide closed,

She then turned to face Stacey, not wanting to waste a moment. Stepping closer to her and quickly kissing her on the lips. Not a kiss of love or friendship, but one purely of lust.

Stacey caught her breath in surprise, but accepted the kiss. As the elevator unexpectedly started to slow early, Stacey broke the kiss, pushing Sara slightly back.

“What was that for?” Stacey whispered, wide eyed.

“I don’t know. I just felt like it.” Sara quickly replied, her cheeks growing a deep crimson in embarrassment. She thought maybe she had over stepped herself, but Stacey didn’t seem annoyed.

“Well, next time warn me, okay?” Stacey stuck her tongue out slightly. “So that we can do it properly?”

“Sorry.” Sara replied sheepishly. She wasn’t embarrassed by possibly overstepping bounds, but that she had done it so sloppily and childishly.

Ignoring the people that shuffled into the elevator, Stacey stepped forward and took Sara in a reassuring embrace. Her lips moved close to Sara’s ear and in a hushed whisper she said, “Don’t be in such a hurry.”

Sara nodded slowly, enjoying the close contact as the elevator started to rise again. She could feel the stranger’s eyes on Stacey and herself, but she didn’t care. As far as she was concerned, the voyeurs didn’t exist in this moment.

She closed her eyes and let herself get lost in the moment. Time stopped, everything went quiet. All there was was her thoughts and the pictures in her mind. Nothing else existed but Stacey’s embrace.

She opened her eyes slowly as she felt the elevator glide to a stop. She could hear the doors slide open behind her and then feel Stacey’s arms relax.

“This is our floor.” Stacey whispered in her ear.

Sara nodded and released her arms from around her friend’s body. She glanced around the elevator and for the first time acknowledged the other riders. She saw how they seemed to know she was there but intentionally ignored her. A feeling of embarrassment grew in her, causing her cheeks to go crimson.

“Well, are you coming?” Stacey asked in a normal voice, startling Sara.

Sara looked up to see that Stacey had already stepped out of the elevator, but was holding the door from closing. Sara moved quickly out of the elevator still feeling incredibly embarrassed.

“Are you okay?” Stacey looked at her with concern. “You don’t seem like yourself today.”

Sara found amusement in the statement, but she was not in the mood to laugh. Of course she wasn’t herself; she hadn’t been herself in days. It came to a crystal point of clarity in her mind that neither Stacey nor Ben had any idea what Sara’s “yourself” was really like.

“I’m fine.” Sara replied with a comfortable smile.
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“I’m not a little girl. I know what I want. I want to spend the night with you.” She felt the words well up in her stomach, and then slip up her throat. The words had almost reached her lips.

“I need to use the bathroom.” Stacey suddenly announced, cutting off Sara’s words and totally derailing her train of thought.

“Yeah, sure.” Ben grunted in reply as he continued to wrestle with the fold out map of EPCOT. He wasn’t entirely sure where they were on the map, but he was determined to try and make sense of the thing.

“Okay great navigator.” Stacey leaned over and kissed Ben on the cheek. “You figure out where we’re going in the meantime.

Ben grunted something incomprehensible as he spun the map around, suddenly assuming that he’d been looking at it upside down.

“Come on.” Stacey just shook her head slightly, grabbing Sara’s elbow and tugging her towards the bathroom on the far side of the red bricked plaza.

The building looked almost futuristic, in a Star Trek sort of art deco way. All clad in silver, with rounded edges and bright blue lines for accent. Even the signs were written in a sort of ‘futuristic’ but still easily readable font.

“God damn it’s hot.” Stacey muttered as they finally made it out of ear shot of the children.

Sara nodded in agreement as she was dragged along. She was finding it impossible to say anything, her mind still locked in the almost moment that she had built herself up to.

The shock of the frigid air conditioning of the bathroom helped jolt Sara’s mind back to the here and now. The sweat on her exposed skin almost going immediately clammy and sticky.

To her surprise, Stacey didn’t stop tugging her along after the entered the bathroom. Instead she continued to pull her along until Stacey shuffled them into one of the dark blue stalls that lined one side of the bathroom.

“Okay.” Stacey announced as she closed the stall door and turned to face Sara. “What’s going on with you?”

Taken a back for a moment, Sara didn’t have an immediate answer. “What do you mean?”

“You’ve been acting weird all day.” Stacey crossed her arms in front of her ample chest. “Is something wrong?”

Sara felt the urge to blurt out her actual thoughts, but hiding in the bathroom didn’t seem like the place she had envisioned for this conversation.

The momentary pause made Stacey make a slight gesture towards Sara’s waist. “You’re not having your period, are you?”

“No!” Sara’s eyes went wide in surprise, quickly shaking her head in embarrassment.

“I’m just depressed I guess.” Sara shrugged, grasping for the most obvious and easiest to believe answer. “Tomorrow you guys are going home and I’ll be back to being stuck with my parents.”

Stacey nodded slowly, an obviously apologetic look on her face. Sara felt a wave of relief flow through her, satisfied that Stacey accepted her explanation.

“I have something that might make you feel a bit better.” Stacey opened her backpack and easily pulled out an open pack of cigarettes.

“I didn’t know you smoked.” Sara’s eyes were wide with surprise.

“I don’t. Now shh a second.” Stacey pulled a cigarette from the pack and carefully started to unroll the paper. With a tilt of her hand most of the brownish leaves tumbled down, falling into the open toilet.

She turned back to her bag and fished through it for a moment, finally pulling out a tiny Ziploc of green leaves. She glanced at Sara and immediately made another shushing motion, dispelling Sara’s questions for the moment.

She poured a small amount of the greenish leaves into the open paper, before carefully licking the edges and rolling it closed again. She turned back to her bag, slipping the Ziploc back into hiding, and then the cigarette back into the pack.

She winked at Sara as she turned back to her. “And now for you.”

“What?” Sara felt even more confused now, not sure what to expect Stacey to do next.

“Take off your shirt.” Stacey whispered

“What? Here?” Sara blinked in surprised disbelief. “It stinks in here. I don’t want-“

“I’m not going to grope your goodies.” Stacey giggled, rolling her eyes. “Come on, just trust me.”

Sara watched her friend for a moment, and then took a deep breath. Reaching down and pulling the slightly damp shirt up and over her head.

“See? There’s your problem.” Stacey crossed her arms again, staring at Sara.

“What is?” Sara glanced down at herself, feeling even more confused now.

“That t-shirt shouldn’t be worn with a bra underneath it.” Stacey smiled smugly.

“What?” Sara felt even more confused now. Slowly the gears clicked into place. “I can’t go out without a bra!”

“Why not?” Stacey looked at her incredulously. “What’s the big deal?”

“I just…” Sara struggled for a reason. “I just can’t.”

“I’ll tell you what. I’ll make a deal with you.” Stacey reached down and pulled her tank top up and over her head, exposing her larger plain white bra. “I’ll go without if you go with out.”

Sara started at Stacey, still unconvinced of this logic.

“You’re embarrassed, aren’t you?” Stacey didn’t bother to wait for a reply. “What do you have to be embarrassed about? You’re a very attractive young woman and the sooner you realize that, the better you’d be off.”

Sara still didn’t feel very convinced.

“I think if you give it a chance, you’d enjoy the attention. Maybe we might even get you a date.” Stacey shot Sara a suggestive wink.

Still undaunted, Stacey reached behind her own back, grasping the straps of her bra and unhooking the clasps. Her breasts immediately drooped from the lack of support as the bra went slack. With absolutely no concern for modesty, she slipped the bra off her shoulders and casually shoved it into her backpack.

She pulled the tank top back over her head and shifted it back into place.

“Ta-dah!” Stacey announced, proudly holding her arms akimbo. “See? Nothing to be ashamed of.”

Sara swallowed as she took Stacey’s appearance in again. Her larger breasts were drooping down an inch or so further than they had been before. The cotton of the shirt clung to her every curve. But, even more noticeable were the two eraser sized bumps that Sara recognized as Stacey’s nipples.

“Trust me.” Stacey leaned closer to Sara, reaching around her for her bra clasp. “What’s the worst that can happen?”

A number of things came to Sara’s mind as possible outcomes, but none of them seemed reasonably likely to happen. She felt Stacey’s fingers unhook her bra and the material go slack. She shrugged her shoulders slightly, as Stacey draw the bra away from her.

“If you hate it, if you’re uncomfortable. You just go into another bathroom and put it back on.” Stacey offered with a shrug. “No harm done. And besides, you won’t know if you like it until you try it.”

Sara’s own, smaller breasts came into view, she felt a twinge of modesty rush into her as she realized that this was the first time Stacey had seen her topless. Her hands twitched as she fought the instinctive urge to cover herself up.

“Oh my.” Stacey murmured as she took a step back and looked at Sara again.

The words made Sara’s hands twitch even harder now, the urge to cover herself up was almost overwhelming. She shoved her hands into the pockets of her shorts in an effort to restrain them and hide the nervous reaction.

“I would kill…” Stacey whispered now, worried about spying ears overhearing them. “I mean really kill to have tits like those.”

Sara blinked in surprise, her cheeks growing rosy warm from the compliment. It was the last reaction she hoped to get from Stacey, but not the one she realistically expected.

“You have absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about.” Stacey repeated, as she pushed Sara’s bra into the backpack.

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With Stacey’s attention distracted, Sara took the moment to glance down at herself with a new found point of view. Up until this point, she never really thought much of her chest. She always found something wrong with them. Too small, too pale, the nipples not big enough or in the wrong place.

Now, for the first time, she wasn’t seeing any of that.

Stacey turned just in time to catch Sara looking at herself. She raised both her hands up, “May I?”

Sara glanced at Stacey, “Um, okay, I guess.” She wasn’t sure what the older woman had in mind, but she suddenly didn’t feel like she had anything to fear.

Stacey slipped her hands under Sara’s breasts, cupping them in her hand. The warm touch caused Sara’s heart to twitter.

“I can barely remember when my tits were like this. All firm and pert.” Stacey’s hands remained still on Sara’s flesh. “Now mine are just tired and droopy.”

Sara couldn’t believe she was hearing these words come out of Stacey’s mouth. “I would kill to have ones like yours.”

“No you wouldn’t.” Stacey shook her head, giving Sara an incredulous look. “You don’t know what you’re talking about yet.”

“Yours are just the right size.” Sara paused for a split second, and then raised her hands, cupping the weight of Stacey’s breasts in her palms. “Guys look at yours. Half the time guys can’t even tell if I’m a girl.”

“They’re guys.” Stacey shrugged the comment off. “What do you expect? They’re idiots.”

“But-“ Sara started to reply.

“But nothing.” Stacey interrupted as she let go of Sara’s chest, moving instead to hold Sara’s hands against her own chest. “When I lay down, I feel like I have two overfilled water balloons sewed to my chest. And god help me if I try to run.”

Sara couldn’t help but giggle at the image her friend had painted. For a moment, it seemed like a childish reaction to have, up until Stacey joined in the giggling.

Stacey released Sara’s hands, allowing Sara to put her t-shirt back on. She still felt slightly incredulous at this new adventure. She glanced down at her chest, trying to imagine what she looked like to others.

“Hold on.” Stacey suddenly announced, causing Sara to dart her attention back up.

“What?” Sara blinked, thinking that she had somehow done something wrong.

“You’re not ready yet.” Stacey ran her fingertips over the threads of Sara’s shirt, finding her nipples and giving them a couple of caresses.

Sara closed her eyes as she gave in to the pleasure of Stacey’s touch. She could feel her pulse fluttering, the rest of her body quickly following into a heightened state of arousal.

“There.” Stacey announced after only a couple of seconds, withdrawing her hands. “Now you’re ready.”

Sara could think of a half dozen things she was ready for now, but somehow she didn’t think any of them were what Stacey was referring to. She opened her eyes slowly and saw that Stacey was pointing towards Sara’s chest.

Sara dropped her eyes down to see her nipples standing proudly out from her chest. The two small bumps obscenely highlighted in the black field that made up Mickey’s ears.

“Eeeep!” Sara instinctively covered her chest with her hands, which only caused Stacey to laugh.

“Come on.” Stacey unlocked the stall door without turning around. “We’ve left the children alone for too long.”

“But.” Sara blinked the confusion from her mind. “Ben’s with them.”

“Like I said.” Stacey nudged Sara in the stomach with her elbow. “We’ve left the children alone too long.”

As they walked, Sara still felt self-conscious, having to make a concerned effort to resist the urge to ‘accidentally’ cover her chest with her arm or her bag. The urges only intensified as they stepped out of the cool sheltered air of the bathroom and back into the oppressive mid-day sun of the Florida afternoon.

“So where are we going next?” Stacey asked as they crossed the plaza back to where Ben had taken shelter in the shade of a tree. The map was mercifully gone; April was still sleeping in her stroller, and Hank was busy inspecting a set of dormant water jets set into the bricks of the plaza.

“Captain EO. It’s in something called Journey Into Imagination.” Ben announced proudly. “I think it’s in this direction.”

“Okay. That sounds like a plan.” Stacey watched Ben for a second, a frown slowly appearing on her face. “Notice anything different?”

Ben looked at his wife for a moment, fully aware that this was a trick question. He glanced at her for a moment longer and then reluctantly shook his head no. “Uh, no. Why?”

“Notice anything different?” Stacey repeated, this time thrusting her chest out towards him.

Ben blinked for a moment, his eyes dropping to his wife’s chest. Then sliding to the right and seeing Sara’s chest for the first time. “Um, yes, I see.”

Stacey chuckled and glanced at Sara, “See? Guys. As observant as a box of rocks.”

Ben took the playful insult in stride, “I see its dangerous leaving you two alone together for any time at all.”

“That’s right, skippy.” Stacey threw an arm around Sara’s shoulder and gave her a small sideways hug. “You’d be best to remember that too.”

“Okay then.” Ben pushed April’s stroller into gear, “Right this way ladies.”

He paused for a moment, glancing up and down the plaza once. “Well, I think it’s this way. If not, it’s that way.”

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“I’m not a little girl. I know what I want. I want to spend the night with you. I want to make love with you.” The words ran on a loop in her head as she listened to the phone ring.

She was happy with hearing the ringing. She was hoping that it wouldn’t be answered. It would be so much easier to just leave a message.

“Hello?”

Sara’s hopes dropped when she heard her mother’s voice after the click of the connection being made.

“Mom?” Sara asked, even though she already knew the owner of the voice on the other end. “It’s Sara.”

“It’s almost dinner time, where are you?” Sara could recognize the slight hint of annoyance to her mother’s voice. She knew she had to handle this carefully.

“I was going to have dinner with Stacey and Ben.” She put a slight edge to her voice, as if this was something important to her. “If that’s okay.”

Her mother’s reply wasn’t forthcoming, so Sara added; “Since this is their last night, they were going to go out for a special meal and asked if I wanted to come along.”

“Well, I guess.” Sara got the feeling that her mother’s agreeing was more due to the fact that she knew by tomorrow all of this would be over. There wouldn’t be any other excuse to wander away.

Sara paused and glanced to see where Ben and Stacey were. Seeing that they were well out of overhearing range, clear on the other side of the lobby, Sara decided that now was the best time to press her luck.

“I might be a little late. “ She whispered after cupping the receiver closer to her mouth. “They want to go out one last night and they asked if I minded babysitting.”

The grumbling noise that Sara’s mother made showed that she wasn’t happy with this. Sara knew it well enough that it wasn’t an outright no sort of grumble, but the I’m not happy with this kind.

“They’re going home tomorrow?”

“Yes, m’am.” Sara nodded even though she knew her mother couldn’t see her physical reply.

“Then tomorrow you won’t be going wandering off on your own again?”

“No, m’am.” The thought of being stuck with her parents for the entire day gave Sara a cold shiver, but it seemed a small price to pay.

“This is supposed to be a family vacation, you know.”

Her mother’s voice started to drone now; she had expected this, the guilt trip part of the conversation. There was nothing to do but listen to it go on.

“I have to go.” Sara shot out when she sense a pause in her mother’s lecture. It probably wasn’t for emphasis, but just a chance to catch a breath of air.

“Alright, fine.” Her mother sounded slightly more annoyed, but not mad. “Just stay safe and call and leave a message. Your father and I are going out to dinner too.”

“Okay.” Sara quickly hung up the phone, before her mother could come up with any other requests.

She took a deep breath and stared at the phone for a moment, before turning around and hurrying across the lobby to where Ben and Stacey were looking over the menu in the glass display on the wall.

“So what’s the verdict?” Ben asked as Sara arrived along side him.

“Mom’s not happy, but I’m allowed to stay out a little while longer.” Sara smiled proudly. “The right amount of guilt in the right spots does wonders. I learned that from her, after all.”

Ben chuckled at that, glancing at Stacey as if this was something one or the other of them had experience in.

“She’ll make me pay for it tomorrow.” Sara added with a shrug, then leaned against Ben, staring up at him with puppy dog eyes. “But it was all worth it for you.”

“Oh, poor baby.” Stacey reached around Ben’s back to playfully pat the top of Sara’s head.

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“I’m not a little girl. I know what I want. I want to spend the night with you. I want to make love with you. I want you to be my first. I want you to fuck me.”

Both Ben and Stacey looked at Sara in stunned silence, their mouths a gape, their eyes wide. The fork that had been shuttling whip cream from Ben’s plate to his mouth now dangled in his fingers, threatening to fall at any second.

Sara just blinked at them, herself stunned that she had just blurted the words out like that. With no delivery, nothing that she had rehearsed, and nothing at all like she had hoped to be.

Ben glanced at his wife, looking for her reaction. But Stacey just kept staring at Sara.

“Are you sure?” Stacey asked, unconvinced of Sara’s certainty.

Sara nodded quickly, “Yes.” She thought about saying more, but none of the reasons coming to her sounded convincing.

The look on Ben’s face was easy for Sara to read. He wanted her to do this. He wanted her. He was struggling to keep from speaking his mind. His eyes were almost pleading his wife to agree.

Stacey was harder to read. Her face betrayed no emotion except concern. It was the sort of expression that Sara wished she’d seen more on her own mother’s face.

After a painfully long expanse of silence, Stacey’s one word reply finally came. “Why?”

It was the question that Sara dreaded. She couldn’t think of a good answer, not a rational one anyway. She couldn’t plan one in advance. So instead she decided to just turn off her thinking and answer as honestly as she could manage.

Sara opened her mouth to speak, but Stacey stopped her, holding up a single hand in a hush sort of posture.

“This really isn’t the place for this conversation.” Stacey’s head continued to face Sara, but her eyes glanced around, pointing to the other nearby tables.

“Oh.” Sara glanced around quickly now, suddenly embarrassed that someone at another table might have overheard their conversation. She quickly nodded, closing her mouth and mentally filing her words for later.

“You almost done?” Stacey asked as she turned to look at her husband.

Ben just stared at her for a moment, the fork still poised in his hand, waiting to deliver it’s payload to his mouth. “Uh, yeah.”

“Then why don’t you and Hank finish eating and meet us upstairs?” Stacey leaned over and gave her husband a kiss on the cheek. “You look cute when you’re befuddled.”

Ben glanced at the fork in his hand, quickly putting it down. All of a sudden it seemed like extra dessert no longer interested him.

“I’ll take April up to the room and get her ready for bed.” Stacey said as she started to stand. “Take your time, Sara and I need to talk for a bit.”

Sara noticed the way Stacey’s voice seemed to place emphasis on the word talk. She glanced at Ben and saw the slight look of disappointment on his face, causing her to assume that he’d noticed the same thing.

“Look at you. You’re a mess.” Stacey’s voice caught Sara unexpected, suddenly making her feel incredibly uncomfortable and self-conscious. She glanced down at herself, trying to figure out what was wrong, her hands instinctively reaching for her napkin.

The sound of April giggling uncontrollably from the attention was what made Sara realize that Stacey wasn’t addressing her. With the napkin already in hand, Sara reached and started to wipe some of the smears of chocolate off of the toddler’s face.

“Thanks.” Stacey smiled at Sara, from the other side of the high chair. “I think she’s wearing more food than she managed to eat.”

“She’s on vacation too, you know.” Sara quipped as April’s hand grabbed the napkin she was using to clean her up with.

Stacey used her napkin to clean the toddler’s hands off, first moving the plate of massacred chocolate cake off of the high chair. With clean hands, April probably would have had new found interest in smearing the frosting over every surface within her arm’s reach.

Sara smiled at her handiwork; there was hardly a hint of the dessert on the toddlers face. April, on the other hand, was less than impressed. Her hands waving about over her head and her face screwing up with the obvious intention of letting her displeasure be known to all within ear shot.

“Time to go.” Stacey, with practiced ease, slipped her hands under April’s armpits and lifted her up as she stood. “I think someone is up way past their bedtime.”

Sara quickly hopping up to her feet, pausing only long enough to muss up Hank’s hair. “I think the fireworks will be going off soon. I saw them yesterday from the front of the hotel.”

Sara turned to leave the table as Hank’s eyes went wide. As she followed Stacey away from the table she could hear the six year old asking his father if they could go see them too.

By the time they made it out of the restaurant and back into the hotel lobby, Sara managed to catch back up to Stacey. They just walked to the elevator in relative silence, Stacey doing her best to keep April distracted and away from the fit that was so imminent moments before.

“So.” Stacey turned her attention to Sara as they waited for the elevator to arrive. “That was some bombshell to drop over dessert.”

Sara shrugged, sheepishly. She had many things she wanted to say, but just couldn’t figure out where to start. It was hard to figure out which of it was the most important.

“Before you get the wrong idea.” Stacey’s voice snapped Sara’s indecisiveness. “I think… No, I know that Ben and I are honored that you’d even think of doing that with us. And I’m sure it would be very enjoyable.”

For a moment Sara thought that she wouldn’t have to say a word. She just nodded happily with Stacey’s reply.

“But.” The single word came from Stacey’s lips and Sara felt her heart sink.

“I just want to be sure you’re doing this for the right reason.”

The chime of the arriving elevator interrupted Stacey’s statement, the pair stepping to either side of the doors as the previous riders spilled out into the hallway. A moment later and Sara held her hand across the door sensor, letting Stacey and April enter before she followed suit.

The doors slid closed after Stacey pressed the button for the 17th floor, leaving the trio together in relative privacy.

“Anyway.” Stacey opened the conversation again. “I just don’t want you doing something you might regret later.”

“I would never regret it.” Sara quickly replied, feeling slightly insulted at the possible insinuation.

“Whoa.” Stacey protested, apologetically. “I didn’t mean to insult you. I just want to make sure you’re considered everything.”

Sara took a deep breath. She could feel that this was the moment of truth. That this was the time to say what she was actually thinking. To show her friend that she was entirely sure of what she was talking about.

She was just about to open her mouth to make her case when the elevator started to slow down. At first she cursed the timing, but then realized that it gave her a few more precious moments to think through her words. To state them properly, unlike what she’d done downstairs.

They exited the elevator and proceeded down the hallway in silence. Stacey opened the door to the hotel room and held it for Sara to enter. She then followed behind, still carrying April

“I want to.” Sara turned and said as Stacey closed the door. “I really want to. I know that doesn’t sound very convincing, but it’s the truth. It’s something I really want to do.”

Stacey opened her mouth to reply, but Sara held a hand up to stop her.

“The past couple of days have been really special for me. And I am sad that you’re all leaving, but that doesn’t have anything to do with this.” Sara paused for a second, trying to make herself sound like she was making sense. “I don’t want to go home and wish I had. It’s not like I think I owe you both this or anything like that.”

Sara just stared, unblinking at Stacey. She wanted to look strong. She wanted Stacey to recognize the conviction of her words. Even if she wasn’t saying them as well as she had hoped. “I want to.”

Stacey stared back at her for a long moment. “Well, this one needs a bath.” She held April out at arm’s length, like she was a bundle of dangerous explosives to be handled with care.

“And I think you could do with a warm bath to calm you down too.” Stacey added, winking at Sara. “Everything else after that we’ll take as it comes.”

Stacey turned and stepped into the darkness of the bathroom, Sara following and flicking on the light switches.

“Here, hold her for me? While I draw the water?” Stacey held April towards Sara.

At first Sara didn’t know how to react. She didn’t feel worthy enough to be entrusted with something so precious. In just a split second a dozen or two possible mistakes she could make flew through her mind.

Yet her hands still reached out and collected the toddler. She moved extremely carefully, as if she was holding something made of the thinnest glass. That would shatter with just the slightest mistake.

Stacey seemed to have none of these concerns. She just turned and reached to turn the bathwater on, her left hand under the running water as her right hand fine tuned the controls. After only a few seconds, she set the stopper in place and turned to face Sara again.

In one smooth movement, she collected April up out of Sara’s arms. “Come on, get undressed.” She chided as she held April.

“What?” Sara thought she was just going to be a spectator to this. Or maybe go and watch television until Stacey and April were done. But now it was obvious that Stacey had other expectations.

“You’re not going to bathe fully clothed, are you?” Stacey joked, sitting April on the counter. Her hands moved to start unbuttoning the toddler’s red jumper.

“No, I guess not.” Sara replied sheepishly, reaching to pull t-shirt up and over her head. She casually folded the shirt and put it down on top of the stack of fluffy white towels that sat on the back of the toilet.

Feeling just slightly uncomfortable, like an extra wheel, she turned her back to Stacey. Stepping out of her sneakers, her hands went down to her waist, unbuttoning her shorts and sliding them down her legs. She didn’t bother to pick them up from the floor, instead nudging them over to the wall and out of the way.

Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced up at the mirror. Still half expecting this to be some sort of joke. Instead she saw that Stacey had just about finished undressing April and was proceeding on as if there wasn’t going to be any surprises.

Sara took a deep breath as she slid her hands down, under the bands of her panties. Pushing them down her legs and to the floor, with the same toe motion she nudged them to where her shorts were waiting.

And with only the slightest sense of remaining modesty, she turned back around to look at Stacey.

“Here. Hold her for me?” Stacey held April out towards her. The naked toddler looked much more relieved and significantly less testy now that she was out of her clothes. Like a diffused bomb, it was hard to imagine what the fuss had been a little while ago.

Sara accepted the trade off, watching as Stacey pulled the pink tank top up and over her head. Sara’s eyes were drawn to her left breast as it bounced up as the bottom hem lifted it for a moment. Stacey didn’t seem to notice the extra attention, her hands instead reaching down and shucking off her shoes, jeans, and panties in almost one single movement.

For the first time, Sara’s eyes freely took in the entirety of the older woman’s body. Her heavy breasts, the dark red nipples that capped them. The presence of only the most immodest of tan lines. The fullness of her belly and hips that seemed to define her figure. And, most of all, the hairless junction between her legs.

It was only slightly more pale then the rest of her skin, but had the distinct shade of a slight suntan. The stubble of blonde hair looked like it would need shaving soon. Her lips full and already slightly gapping open, the rosy pink of it peeking out.

“Like what you see?” Stacey whispered, her voice betraying that she seemed to enjoy Sara’s eyes on her.

Sara nodded slowly, smiling. She knew that just a few days ago, confronted with this same situation, she’d be incredibly embarrassed. She’d avert her eyes, look every where else, and she certainly would never have admitted that she liked it.

“Good.” Stacey leaned closer, her lips grazing Sara’s cheek before it found her lips. The kiss that followed was slow and deliberate, not quick and forced like she was use to from the two or three boys she’d kissed before.

All during the kiss she kept close attention to the presence of the toddler in her arms. She had been entrusted with something far more precious than she could imagine and wasn’t about to betray that.

So it was with a start that her eyes opened when she felt April slipping out of her grasp. She broke the kiss quickly, hands scrambling to get a better grip. Only to realize that it was Stacey collecting the young one that had caused the alarm to start.

“I’ll take her. Go and get in the tub.” Stacey’s voice reassured.

Sara nodded, feeling out of breath from the sudden shock of the almost disaster. She lifted stepped cautiously into the half filled tub, using her toes to test the temperature.

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For a split second, Stacey’s fingers rested on Sara’s shoulders, before sliding down to cup her breasts. Immediately the memory of the morning’s experience in the public bathroom came rushing back to Sara’s mind, sending another shiver through her body, followed by another small mewl of a moan.

“Relaxing?” Stacey whispered, kissing Sara’s earlobe in mid-syllable. Her fingers moved to toy with Sara’s nipples, rubbing them slowly.

Sara nodded slowly, turning her head to kiss Stacey’s neck lightly. She lost track of Stacey’s touch, instead just enjoying the over all feel of her attention. So it came as a surprise when she felt Stacey’s fingers slip between her legs.

Sara could feel Stacey saying something; she could feel the breath on the side of the face, and the movements of her lips near her ear. What she couldn’t do was actually hear the words being said.

She felt the fingers massage the inside of her thighs, the muscles easing after the long day of walking. Then the fingers moved up, tracing the line of her sparse hair, then following it down, touching her lips for the first time.

The fingers paused there and she could feel Stacey speaking again. Instinctively she groaned a reply of approval and was rewarded by the fingers descending further, seeming to map out the contours of her flesh under the warm water.

With a slow deliberate movement, the fingers parted her lips, one of them exploring her slightly deeper. Probing her, but not entering her. It followed the curve of her lips, before she felt it touch her clit.

With that one contact, the world seemed to lurch back into focus. Like a stretched cassette tape suddenly falling into gear, she could hear Stacey speaking again.

“-is what you wanted.” Stacey’s voice murmured softly in her ear. Her finger finding Sara’s clit and stroking it slowly while her other fingers continued to rub the length of her lips. Her other hand still massaging her thigh.

Sara shivered as the obscenity of the situation hit her. Here she was, sitting in the bath with a two year old on her lap. While the mother of the toddler masturbated her.

Instead of disgusting her, the idea excited her more. Her eyes watched April continuing to splash and play in the water, totally unaware of what else was going on in the bath.

Sara felt like words wouldn’t do her reply justice. Instead she slid down just slightly, turning her head to nuzzle her nose against Stacey’s big crimson nipples. She toyed with one with the tip of her nose, seeing how excited it already was.

In reply, Stacey’s fingers began moving faster. Stroking Sara’s clit quicker, stoking her fires even hotter.

Sara stuck her tongue out tentatively, stretching to touch the nipple. She found it salty with dried sweat which only excited her more, making her move closer and surround the ruby nub with her lips.

She felt Stacey arch her back, pushing her chest towards Sara. The deep moan gurgled deep inside the older woman, a moan that Sara felt more than she heard.

Sara sucked harder at the flesh as a small climax wracked her body. She wanted to scream out from it, turn and throw her arms around Stacey. Or, better yet, find her way between the older woman’s legs and return the favor.

But she didn’t. She held still and continued to suckle, not wanting a raised voice to alert the young child. Or her hands to loose track of the charge she was given hold of.

Stacey withdrew her fingers, “I think that’s enough for now.”

Sara reluctantly let Stacey’s nipple fall out of her mouth, taking just a moment more to kiss the tender flesh just to the side of it.

The fingers that had just been in her most intimate of places now casually reached for a bottle of shampoo that sat on the railing of the tub. Lifting the bottle up and letting a small amount of the cold contents spill onto Sara’s head. The hands then moved forward, dropping an even smaller amount onto April’s head.

The fingers then began massaging the shampoo into Sara’s long black hair. Nails occasionally scratching her head in a most appealing way. She shifted April back, leaning the toddler closer to her chest. Sara’s fingers moving to her head and working the shampoo into her mop of short blonde hair.

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Sara felt Stacey sit down behind her, Stacey’s hands resting on Sara’s shoulder and urging her backwards. Until Sara’s back rested against Stacey’s chest.

“There. How is that?” Stacey asked in a comforting whisper. “Comfortable?”

“Umhm.” Sara muttered, enjoying the feeling of Stacey’s firm nipples pressing into her back. She just laid her head back against Stacey’s shoulder, holding April in front of her.

Stacey’s hands wrapped around Sara, but instead of embracing her, they instead began to up handfuls of water and dump them down over April’s shoulders. The toddler barely noticed this effort, reacting as if it was as normal as day and night,.

After repeating this motion a half dozen times, Stacey’s hands moved back and dumped the same amount of water down across Sara’s shoulders. The warm water ran down her chest, causing her to shiver when it passed over her nipples.

Sara couldn’t help but let out a little moan, her blood growing hotter and betraying her thoughts. She wiggled slightly, cuddling back closer to the older woman. She instinctively turned April around so that the toddler no longer faced her and couldn’t see what state she was in.

Finding it warm, but not uncomfortable, she stepped fully in and sat down in the water. After a moment, she found April being passed back to her. The toddler, having sensed the water, was squirming energetically now. It was obvious that she enjoyed the water.

“Scoot to the middle and hold her in your lap.” Stacey commented as she stepped into the tub behind Sara.

Sara set carefully maneuvered April so that she sat facing her, the chubby cherub’s butt resting on Sara’s thighs. April’s hands went immediately into motion, slapping and splashing the water around as she giggled happily.

“I’m not a little kid!” Hank shouted as he stomped his way into the hotel room.

Sara’s first reaction was one of panic. The bathroom door was wide open and they were still the tub. There was no where to hide.

“You’re acting like one right now.” Ben followed his son into the room, glancing into the bathroom as he passed.

“Am not!” Hank’s voice shouted in reply from the other side of the room. “I don’t want to go home! Why can’t we just stay here?”

Behind her Sara heard Stacey let out a heavy sigh. “I knew it was too good to last.”

Sara was surprised at the calm in Stacey’s voice. She expected Stacey to be just as panicked as she was. She really expected her to have lunged out of the tub and closed the bathroom door. Instead she just seemed to be resigned to the spectacle that was going on outside.

“Hank.” Ben’s voice was calmly stern. It had a slight edge to it, like he was quickly running out patience. “You knew we’d have to go home eventually. If you don’t calm down then you can forget about coming back here again.”

“I think someone else needs a bath to calm down too.” Stacey’s voice was casually off handed. She raised her voice slightly, “Hank, come here please?”

Sara glanced back at her, confused and surprised at the same time. It took a second, but Stacey realized the source of Sara’s discomfort.

“We don’t really hide our bodies from Hank.” Stacey reached for a towel as Hank’s small body made it to the doorway of the bathroom. “If you want to cover up, go ahead. I can take care of this.”

Sara glanced at the offered towel and then shook her head. She looked back to Hank standing in the doorway; the little boy didn’t seem the least bit phased by her own nudity.

“Get undressed. You need a bath too.” Stacey said, her voice sounding like there was going to be no discussion with the little boy about it.

Hank stood steadfast, his arms crossed across his small chest. “Can I watch TV after?”

“If you behave and stop putting up so much of a fuss.” Stacey countered.

“But why can’t we stay?” Hank’s voice returned to the previous whine, as if anticipating this was the last chance he’d have to argue his point.

“Don’t you miss Bandit?” At the mention of that name, Hank’s stern posture seemed to ease slightly. “And you know grandma and grandpa will be waiting at the airport for us, right? You don’t want them to be waiting there forever do you?”

Hank’s fighting spirit seemed to drain out of him. The posture of his neck eased. His arms uncrossed. “Can we come back?”

“When we get home, we can start planning our next vacation, okay?” Stacey’s voice had become warmer now, as if she understood just what had been going through her son’s mind.

“Okay.” The little boy finally relented and started to undress.

During all of this, Sara was surprised to not have felt like a third wheel. After the initial embarrassment of being naked in front of the new arrivals, it seemed like there was nothing else to be embarrassed about.

“Ben?” Stacey called out, louder now. “Could you come and get April? I think she’s more than ready for bed now.”

“Sure.” In a split second, Ben was in the bathroom too. Almost as if he had just been waiting outside for the invitation to come in.

Sara could feel Ben’s eyes looking over her body as he crossed the small bathroom. She didn’t feel the slightest bit of modesty, in fact, she welcomed him to look. She didn’t want to be so slutty as to show off, but she certainly wasn’t going to cover up.

To his credit, Ben just smiled at her as he collected April from her lap. His eyes glanced over her shoulder and to his wife. “I need to take a shower after you’re done.”

“Maybe Sara can stick around and wash your back.” Stacey joked, nudging Sara lightly in the back.

“I’d love to.” Sara felt herself smirking back at him, her voice challenging him to take it to another level.

For the first time she saw Ben blush in reply, he actually seemed to not have a response. And, just like that, he lifted April fully up and hustled himself out of the bathroom.

There was hardly a pause in the action as Hank stepped into the tub at the far end, sitting down and facing Sara and his mother.

“No splashing.” Stacey was quick to say, as if she was reading his mind.

“Awww.” Hank frowned, his plans apparently dashed. His fingers managed to find their way around the bar of hotel soap, starting to wash himself as he watched the girls. “Your boobies are small than mommies.”

Sara blinked at the bluntness of the words, not having expected the boy to verbalize an observation like that. Her surprise quickly faded, allowing her to nod in agreement. “Yes, they are.”

“But they’ll get bigger.” Stacey commented, as if she was both reassuring Sara and offering a small tidbit of education to her son.

The answer seemed to satisfy the young boy, who proceeded to dunk his entire body under the water. At that moment Sara imagined what he could be seeing under the water. She surprised even herself as she spread her legs slightly, imagining him being able to get an even better look now.

The head of the six year old broke the surface of the water with a roar, like he was some sort sea monster coming assure.

“Eiiiiiiiiiiii!” Sara mocked shouted in reply, feigning terror at his antics. Which only caused him to roar with laughter.

“I scared you?” Hank teased as his laugher dwindled down to giggles. Sara nodded, matching his laughter.

“Did I scare you too, mommy?” Hank craned his neck to see over Sara’s shoulder.

“Yes. I was terrified.” Stacey teased. “Now wash your hair or it will be too late to watch TV.”

With a new found energy and a blur of speed, the young boy snatched up the bottle of shampoo and poured way too much on his head. Less than a minute later and he was sporting a full dome of white bubbles large enough to dwarf the rest of his head.

One more dunk under water, one more roaring surface, and he was out of the bath. He quickly wrapped a towel around himself and bolted out the door. The sound of the television being turned on followed in fast succession.

“He’ll be asleep in a half hour.” Stacey murmured prophetically as she started to stand up as well.

Sara stood up as well, feeling a slight chill as the now room temperature water started evaporating from her body. Before Stacey could do it, she snagged a towel and held it open, allowing the older woman to step into it.

Sara ran her hands over the towel, pressing it to Stacey’s body.

“I’d return the favor, but I don’t see much of a point.” Stacey whispered, her voice dropped to an even more hushed whisper. “You can feel free to do anything you want with him. As long as you want to do it.”

“So what did you two ladies talk about?” As if on cue, Ben arrived at the door of the bathroom. Sara noticed how his eyes never left their faces now, even though she was entirely naked.

“Sara can stay the night, if she wants.” Stacey said with a smile, unwrapping the damp towel from her body and tossing it into the corner of the bathroom floor. “You two have fun; I’m going to get the kids to bed.”

Sara smiled at Ben, raising a finger and beckoning him to come all the way into the bathroom.

“Just don’t wear him out.” Stacey winked at Sara, and then looked to her husband. “And you don’t wear her out either.”

Stacey walked stark naked out of the bathroom and back into the main area of the hotel room. She didn’t bother to close the bathroom door and Sara felt no need to change that.

Sara’s hands went boldly to Ben’s shorts, unbuttoning them, unzipping them, and then letting them drop to the ground. Ben’s cock immediately sprang forward, already erect, tenting the front his boxers.

“Um, we don’t, I mean, I can…” Ben’s voice shook slightly, his nerves getting the better of him.

Sara glanced up at him, surprised. “Are you actually nervous? Oh my god, you’re blushing!”

Her exclamation only made Ben’s cheeks grow even redder. To try and distract her, he lifted his t-shirt up and off. Sara just took a step back and casually looked him up and down.

“Somehow the Goofy boxers just seem very appropriate.” Sara snickered as she took a step back to the bath tub and let the collected water drain away.

“Like them?” Ben teased, but quickly took on a more serious tone. “Really, we don’t have to do any of this. You can stay the night and we don’t have to do a thing.”

Sara glanced over her shoulder at him, “I know. Stacey and I already talked about that. But I want to do this. And yes, I like the shorts, but I’d like them even better if you were out of them.”

Sara started the water running again, bending over suggestively to let the water run over her hand. She tried to imagine the view he was getting of her ass and wondered if he was actually appreciating it.

Ben wasn’t positive, but he was fairly certain that he saw Sara spread her legs just slightly. As if she wanted to make sure he could see everything. He had to admit that the view was incredible.

Her butt was small and pale, perfectly toned so that when she moved, the muscles underneath seemed to move like warm milk. He almost had to pinch himself to believe that he was really here and seeing this. That it all wasn’t some sort of fevered wet dream he was having.

His eyes dropped lower, following the curve of her ass, to where he could just barely see the hint of her pussy peeking out. He resisted the urge to reach out and touch her, instead pushing his boxers off and stepping up behind her.

He laid his hand lightly on the small of her back, to let her know how close he was. But he was careful enough to remain far enough back that the tip of his cock didn’t touch her. Even though he was aching to do just that.

“Ready?” Sara asked, gesturing to the shower for him to get in.

“As I’ll ever be.” Ben jokingly replied, stepping over the lip of the shower, and then offering Sara a hand to help her in. A hand which she graciously accepted before following him in.

She kept her back to him as she turned the shower head on. She heard him draw the shower curtain closed, the suddenly closed space seemed to make the moment even more intimate than he had been before.

She turned back around to face him, her eyes dropping down to the patch of blonde hair between his legs and the cock that seemed to sprout from it. It was almost as she had imagined it to look, having only touched it so far. It was seven, maybe eight inches long, capped with a bright purple tip that seemed to beg her to touch it.

She glanced back at his face with a smile, “Turn around.”

“What?” The momentary surprise left his face as he carefully turned his back to her. “Okay.”

Sara picked up the soap and quickly lathered up her hands. Then started to massage the suds against his skin. She tried to rub hard with the base of her palms, but graze his skin with her nails.

For a moment she wondered if she was doing it properly, but that was dispelled when she heard the satisfied moan come out of him. She followed his spine, then his rib cage, before reaching his waist. With only a second’s hesitation, she let her hands drop to rub his ass.

She dropped to her knees in the spray, running her hands up and down the cheeks of his ass. Her next movement was more spur of the moment than anything else, slipping a hand between his legs and cupping his balls. She rolled the dangling flesh in her hands, massaging it slowly. She’d never done this before, but she knew enough to be careful with them.

She guessed that Ben was approving of her efforts, since his legs shook slightly and his moaning increased in volume for a moment. It only lowered because he seemed to catch himself and restrain his voice.

She lowered her hands, using one on each of his legs, continuing her way all the way down to his feet. Once there, she stood up again. “Tilt your head back a bit.”

Without even question it, he lowered his body slightly and bent back. Getting the top of his head into Sara’s easy reach. Taking the bottle of shampoo in hand, she lathered her hands again, before running her finger tips through his hair, spreading the shampoo through it. She then started to work it in; trying to massage his head like Stacey had done for her.

Ben just kept his eyes closed, enjoying the pampering he was willingly receiving from the teenage Asian nymph that had openly offered to share the bed of his wife and himself.

“Okay, rinse off.” Sara carefully stepped around Ben, allowing him easier access to the shower spray. As she passed she made it a point to brush her chest against the side of his arm. The teasing feeling of dragging her nipples against his wet flesh only made her shiver more.

Ben dutifully closed his eyes and took a step back into the hot water, letting the soap and shampoo rinse away from his body. He stepped out of the spray and opened his eyes again to see Sara standing in front of him, bar of soap in her hands.

“Time for the front.”

“Do I get to wash you afterwards?” Ben asked, trying to keep the eagerness out of his voice.

“I’m already clean.” Sara winked at him. “Stacey took care of that already.”

“Jesus Christ.” Ben muttered slowly, the image of his wife and Sara in the shower hit him full bore. He had no idea what might have happened, but his imagination painted pretty enough pictures.

Sara smiled at his reaction, her hands reaching up and running the soap across his chest. She watched how his hands shook as she worked. As if he was fighting to keep from reaching out and touching her. The reaction she was causing in him was exhilarating.

She ran her hands down to his waist and wrapped both of them around the base of his cock. “This dirty fellow looks like he needs a lot of attention.”

“Oh god, yes, he does.” Ben groaned, one of his hands gripping the shower wall for support. The other momentarily reaching for her, before instead gripping the curtain rod.

Sara stroked him up and down slowly, the warm water and soap creating a slick lubrication that she wasn’t use to. The tip of his cock pulsated in front of her, large drops of clear pre-cum flowing from the tiny opening.

She lifted her leg and put it on the lip of the shower, pulling his cock closer to her at the same time. Ben watched her do this, unsure of what she had planned, and unwilling to interrupt her.

She brought it close enough that she could rub the head of his cock between her lips. She rocked her cunt against it for a moment, before pulling it even closer, slipping it between her legs so that his shaft nestled between her lips.

Ben swallowed hard as he watched her do this, the blood pumping in his veins felt like rolling thunder coming over a country hill. Up until now he was able to resist touching her, but that resolve quickly melted.

He leaned over closer to her, his arm wrapping around her back and pulling her to him. His mouth quickly found one of her small nipples, sucking at it hungrily. The sharp tip of it was already hard, but still felt magnificent in his mouth.

Sara dropped her foot back to the tub floor, entrapping the shaft of his cock between her legs. She brought her hands up to the back of his head, running her fingers through his hair as he suckled.

She could feel the orgasm building deep inside her. It was bigger than before, threatening, needing only the slightest impulse to push her over the edge.

With a loud groan, Ben’s cock twitched sharply and then exploded between her legs. She could feel his stomach tense, his shaft grow, then the hot gobs of semen surge out of him, spurting against her lips and then running down the insides of her legs.

Ben lurched forward, panting, pinning Sara between his body and the shower wall. Sara was sure that had he leaned forward with all his weight then this would have been a very uncomfortable situation. Instead it was very comforting, to have the slick warm tiles on one side and his body on the other.

His heart was pounding in his chest, she could feel the throbbing of it against her shoulder blades. Her own heart was doing the same, making her feel euphoric just short of dizzy.

He was still panting, his short gasps of air brushing through the little hairs of her ear. Her cheek was pressed against the tile, she could see each of her own breaths puffing out and condensing on the tile. Appearing for just a moment before it evaporated away, only to be replaced by her next breath.

She could feel his cum running down past her knee now. It felt like he had dumped buckets of it on her, all of it leaving sticky tracks down her thighs.

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“Time to rinse.” She barely managed to say through her out of breath lungs.

His first reply was just a slight grunt, but he didn’t budge. “That was incredible.” He finally found his voice as just a whisper.

“Yes.” Sara agreed, twitching her head slightly.

“I want to have you before the end of the night.” Ben whispered now, his voice more forceful, primal, but still dignified. “I want to feel my dick inside you. I want to see you on top of me, putting me inside you yourself. I want to hear you moan my name while I’m driving it in and out of you.”

Sara gasped at the sound of his voice. She felt trapped, unable to stop him from doing just what he was describing. But she didn’t feel scared about it, it was a curious feeling that she hadn’t felt before. The lost of control, but the hunger for the want of what the other person planned to do with her.

“And when you think you’ve had enough. I’m going to do more.” The words sounded like a promise. She knew he had every intention of taking her to limits, then pushing her past them. “You like that, don’t you?”

Sara tried to nod, but still found it impossible to move her neck in any recognizable way. Instead she was forced to moan out, “Yes.”

“I want to watch you and Stacey together. I want to see you eating her out. I want to see your tongue deep inside her.”

She could feel his hands on her hips now, reaching further down. His fingers quickly found her over stimulated clit, stroking it slowly with his thumb. The effect was excruciatingly pleasurable.

“She’s never had another woman down on her before.” His fingers continued to tease her, adding flame to the images he was painting in her mind. “But you want to, don’t you? And I bet you can be pretty convincing.”

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It felt incredibly peaceful lying on the wide hotel bed. Ben on one side of her, his arm around her shoulders, letting Sara rest her head on his chest. Stacey lying on Sara’s other side, her head resting on Sara’s hips. Sara almost wished the moment would never end.

Almost.

Sara mentally shivered with the anticipation of what she knew was going to happen next. The television was droning on in the background, but it wasn’t at all important to the moment. It was just background noise.

Sara glanced around the room slowly, checking to see if it seemed safe. April was soundly asleep in her crib. And Hank appeared to be the same on the couch.

Without saying a word, Sara drew her fingers down the center of Ben’s rib cage, playing with his soft hair for a moment, before moving over his stomach. She could feel his muscles twitch under her touch, his stomach rippling. It told her that he was holding in as much anticipation as she was.

She let her fingers drop to the waist band of his boxers and remained there, twiddling the stray threads with her fingernails. She could see the lump growing under the cloth and it was tempting to reach for, but she fought back the urge.

With her other hand she reached down and started to stroke Stacey’s hair. The older woman turned her head, focusing her attention up on Sara, just like Sara had wanted.

Sara knew that neither Ben nor Stacey would have taken the first move. For all of Ben’s primal words spoken in the heat of passion, it was entirely on Sara to take the first steps. She trusted that they’d never push her to do anything unless she volunteered for it first.

Stacey’s eyes watched Sara’s fingers toying with the hem of Ben’s boxers. Stacey’s eyes moved from Sara’s fingers to her face and then up to Ben’s face.

Sara moved her hand down over Stacey’s ear, tracing the line of her jaw, until her fingers came to rest under Stacey’s chin. She then started to pull lightly, urging Stacey to move up closer.

Sara’s insistence didn’t stop until she had drawn Stacey’s face within inches of her own. For a moment, they just lay there, staring at each other’s expressions. Until Sara tilted her head slightly, closed her eyes, and leaned in closer, lightly kissing Stacey on the lips.

It was a soft slow kiss, broken after a moment as they returned to looking back into each other’s eyes. This time Stacey moved her face closer, her lips lightly kissing the side of Sara’s mouth, before engaging the kiss properly.

Sara eagerly slipped her tongue out of her mouth, touching Stacey’s lips tentatively. She was encouraged to feel Stacey willingly open her mouth, accepting Sara’s entrance.

Sara ran the tip of her tongue against the outside of Stacey’s teeth, feeling the smooth enamel pass under her touch. Then she ventured deeper, meeting Stacey’s tongue within the warmth of her mouth.

At the same time, Sara slid her hand into Ben’s boxers. Reaching deeper and wrapping her fingers around his cock. Within the confines of the cloth she began stroking him slowly, knowing that he had full view of his wife and her kissing.

Ben’s hands began stroking the back of both the woman’s heads. Not holding them together, but encouraging them just the same. Wanting them to enjoy the moment. His fingers slipping between their freshly washed hair, alternatingly stroking one and then the other.

Sara’s free hand found its way to the front of Stacey’s nightgown, blindly seeking across the cotton, feeling the flesh underneath. Stopping only when she found one of the hard nubs that were one of Stacey’s nipples.

She ran her fingertip around it, feeling Stacey’s tongue respond from the attention, passing over Sara’s own tongue to enter Sara’s mouth. As the kiss became more heated, Sara’s hand stroked Ben even faster.

Sara drew her head back; Stacey attempted to follow, not wanting to end their kiss. When Sara continued to pull away, Stacey backed off, embarrassed, mistaken Sara’s movements as a changing of her mind.

“I want to taste you.” Sara whispered, before Stacey could try to apologize for the supposed misunderstanding.

“What?” Stacey’s confused bloomed on her face, until Sara began sliding down the bed.

“But-“ Stacey started to protest, only to be interrupted by Ben.

“Shhh. Just let her. You might enjoy it.” Ben whispered, looking down at his wife.

Stacey nodded nervously as Sara’s hands found Stacey’s calves and started to move upwards, underneath the older woman’s nightgown. Within seconds she had reached high enough to find Stacey’s panties, she started to tug them down as Stacey lifted her hips from the bed top.

Sara pulled the panties off of Stacey’s ankles and then ran her hands back up the older woman’s legs, pushing up her nightgown as she went. With little fanfare she placed a kiss right on the center of Stacey’s lips.

Sara stuck her tongue out and ran the flat of her tongue up the length of Stacey’s cunt, collecting the taste of sweat and arousal on her tongue. She could feel Stacey thrash slightly in the bed, her legs twitching as her hips turned on the bed.

Sara could tell that the older woman wasn’t trying to get away from her attention, but also that she wasn’t entirely comfortable with it yet. Sara brought the tip of her tongue up the length of Stacey’s lips, burrowing slightly between the folds as they slowly opened.

She found Stacey’s clit and prodded it gently with her tongue, freeing it from its home. Stacey’s thrashing intensified as she did this.

Sara moved her hands between Stacey’s thighs, urging them further apart. After only a momentary hesitation, the older woman complied, spreading herself wide for her young lover.

Sara pressed her face harder against Stacey’s flesh, her nose scraping against the stubble that remained of Stacey’s hair. She stuck her tongue out and pressed it against Stacey’s opening, feeling it resist for a moment, then slowly give way.

Sara could feel Stacey’s flesh pressing back against her as she pushed more and more of her tongue inside the older woman. She couldn’t reach very deeply, but that didn’t seem to matter as Stacey continued to thrash on the bed.

Sara felt new movement on the bed and withdrew her tongue back to Stacey clit so she could watch what was happening.

Ben had gotten up from the bed and moved around the side. Sara could feel his hands opening up the towel she was still wearing around her, exposing the rest of her body.

For a moment she thought this would be it, the moment where he’d actually penetrate her had come, but that wasn’t the case.

“Turn around. Let her get to you too.” He whispered in Sara’s ear as he prodded her side gently.

On all fours, Sara turned over Stacey. She was in the process of moving one of her knees over Stacey when she felt the older woman grab her hips, pulling Sara’s cunt down to her face.

Less than a second later and she felt Stacey’s tongue dart against her skin. It was a tentative touch, like she was tasting her. Hesitant and experimental, but fueled by need.

Sara lay fully down on top of Stacey, her breasts pressed against the older woman’s stomach, while her own belly fully buoyed up by Stacey’s large, softer breasts.

Sara wrapped both of her arms around Stacey’s thighs, pulling her face as close to the woman’s opening as she could. Her tongue hungrily lapped at Stacey’s lips, fueled on by the efforts that Stacey was providing to her.

She could feel Stacey’s tongue press up against her, seeming to flow and fill every crevice of her intimate spots. The movements felt odd, almost clumsy. They reminded her of the heated gropes in the backseat of her boyfriend’s car. The way his fingers would poke, pull, and prod recklessly.

Unlike that, Stacey didn’t hurt her. While she didn’t seem entirely comfortable with what she was doing, she still did it with care.

Sara pushed her tongue back into Stacey, feeling her hips respond almost immediately. Bucking up against Sara’s face, seeming to want to swallow even more of her inside Stacey.

Sara grinded herself back down against Stacey, intentionally rubbing herself against Stacey’s face. She could feel Stacey’s teeth gliding along her lips, her nose rocking against her clit.

On a whim of impulse, Sara drove deeper, running her tongue down Stacey’s flesh. Lapping at Stacey’s puckered anus, she could feel Stacey whimper against her cunt in reply, encouraging her on.

Then, as if permission had suddenly been granted, she felt Stacey start to push a finger inside her own ass. She felt the tight pressure of the invading digit being inserted into her.

Sara rocked her head back, moaning out loudly, never having imagined such a thing before.

“Shhh.” She heard Ben whisper in her ear. “You’ll wake the kids.”

Sara tried to apologize, but only a pitiful mewl escaped her lips. She moved her fingers to Stacey’s pussy, pulling the lips open and wrapping her mouth completely in the woman’s body. There she let loose her moan, letting the sound bury itself deep inside Stacey.

Stacey pushed her finger harder, slipping even more of it inside Sara’s teenage body. All the while Stacey’s tongue continued to toy and scrape against Sara’s clit.

To Sara’s surprise, she thought she felt a second tongue on her. a thought that was confirmed when she felt them part, one too far from the other to be the same person.

She pulled back, away from Stacey’s hips, to look over her shoulder. She could see Ben licking her know too. His mouth moving away from between her legs and traveling over the globe of her ass. Then his tongue joined his wife’s fingers, licking all around where Stacey had Sara impaled on her fingers.

Sara, unable to control herself, arched back up onto her knees, pushing her hips back towards the dueling tongues and fingers. She felt the urge to scream out in pleasure, but bit down on her forearm to stifle the noise.

Her other hand moved to her chest, recklessly pulling at one of her nipples. The sharp pain of it seemed to counterpoint what was going on below her, pushing her even further.

She felt another orgasm well up inside her, like a balloon being blown up inside her stomach. Then all at once she felt the balloon pop and the air rush out from her center, reaching out to the tips of her toes and fingers.

She could tell she was about to fall over, but had the forethought to push to the side, falling onto the bed next to Stacey instead of on top of her.

Sara lay on the bed panting, recovering for a moment. She could feel Stacey shifting as well and then her face moved into her field of vision.

“No passing out for you this time.” Stacey whispered, jokingly, and then leaned in to kiss Sara again. This time inserting her tongue into Sara’s mouth right from the beginning.

Sara could taste the mixture of Stacey’s saliva and her own juices. It was a taste she had experimented with before in the privacy of her own room. All the while she imagined that Stacey also tasted herself on her own tongue.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Sara managed to lazily reply as the kiss was broken.

Sara turned over slowly, moving onto her back. Out of the corner of her eye she could see hank peeking out from under his cover. Pretending to be asleep, but watching the entire escapade.

A look of panic appeared on Hank’s face when their eyes met. As if he thought that Sara would alert his parents to his observing. But instead Sara just smiled and gave hank a surreptitious wink. The six year old’s panicked look faded as was replaced by a thankful smile.

“Hold me?” Sara leaned up onto her elbows and looked at Stacey. Her sing song tone of voice belied a playful mischievousness. “Hold me while your husband makes a woman out of me?”

Stacey crawled across the bed on all fours, until she was close enough to whisper in Sara’s ear. “Are you sure?”

“Umhm.” Sara nodded as she watched Ben take off his boxers, his cock standing at attention, the tip glistening with pre-cum.

“As much as I’d like to do that for you,” Ben’s voice was slightly apologetic. “I want to do it properly. Which means I need to last longer than the two seconds it would take for me to cum in you.”

“How about you hold me, first?” Stacey gave Sara a slight nudge and pushed her back down to the bed. Crawling on top of the younger woman without waiting for her reply.

Sara willingly opened her arms to Stacey, taking her in a close embrace as the older woman laid on top of her. Their breasts mashed together, nipples tickled by the presence of each other’s flesh.

Stacey kissed Sara on the lips lightly, pushing her hips down and grinding her cunt against Sara’s already enflamed opening.

Ben just stood back, watching the two bodies moving together. Admiring the view for a moment, the flesh of the two women sliding across each other.

Unable to hold back any longer, he kneeled onto the end of the bed, gripping his wife’s hips and plunged his dick into her in one swift movement. Her inner flesh more than ready to accommodate him.

Sara watched up at Stacey’s face as she bit her lower lip, her eyes rolled up slightly as she threw her head back. She could feel Ben thrust into Stacey, the vibration of it traveling both across the bed and across their bodies at the same time.

Ben pulled back, slipping half way out of his wife before pushing back in. Sara watched as each of the thrusts sent Stacey’s dangling breasts into motion. She let the next thrust carry Stacey forward, letting her lean up and suck one of Stacey’s nipples into her mouth.

Stacey’s low groan of approval echoed in her chest, almost like a purring cat. Again Ben pistoned in and out, one of his hands reaching down between Sara’s legs and palming her cunt.

Sara reacted immediately at the touch, uncontrollably grinding her hips against his hand. She glanced over to the couch again, to see the little admirer still watching, the small eyes seemed to spur her on. Her lips locking around Stacey’s nipple and pulling at it, tempting her to use her teeth as well.

“Oh god.” Stacey moaned, “I can feel him coming.”

Ben stopped moving, just holding still for a moment. Sara could see the look of intense concentration on his face, then the dawning expression of bliss. She quick