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The First Lesson Ch. 2
by Chicklet |
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Emily made love to her
husband with newfound rigor that evening. Her heart
was still pounding from the throaty words Tiffany had spoken to
her at the
restaurant, and their steamy kiss outside the ladies washroom.
“What’s come over you tonight, Em?” Joe smiled, his lips
crushing Emily
against the pillow.
Closing her eyes as Joe claimed her body, Emily couldn’t
get Tiffany out of
her head. Tiffany was only eight years older, but her experience
was far
past that. Emily fell asleep as soon as the light went out, Joe’s
soft
snores not bothering her for the first time in months. She dreamt
of
Tiffany’s luscious lips and seductive smile, and the feel of the
older
woman’s foot rubbing against Emily’s leg.
Joe was already gone to work when Emily woke up. She
stretched her body on
the bed, relishing the feel of the soft fabric against her naked
body. From
feet to fingertips she felt like a new person, and she smiled
widely before
she even opened her eyes.
In to the shower, letting the water cascade down her
body. Emily rubbed
the soap on her skin, lingering at her sensitive nipples and
teasing them
with her own fingers. She imagined Tiffany’s nipples and
Tiffany’s hands on
her body. Closing her eyes she pictured their kiss in her mind,
and felt
her heartbeat quicken at the thought. Once dry, she went straight
for the
phone, flipping through the address book on her desk to find the
Logan’s
number.
“Hello?” Tiffany’s voice sounded tired, a little annoyed,
and, Emily
thought, very sexy.
“Hi, Tiffany. It’s Emily.”
“Oh! Hello dear,” Emily could almost picture the smile on
Tiffany’s lips
as she greeted her. “I’ve been thinking about you.”
Emily breathed heavily into the phone. She couldn’t hold
back the
excitement in her voice. “I’ve been thinking about you, too,” she
confessed. “I...I’m eager to meet with you again.”
“I’m glad to hear it, Emily,” Tiffany said. She cleared
her throat and
said in almost a whisper “I know you enjoyed the first lesson.
I’d love to
move on to the second.”
Emily’s tongue darted out of her mouth to lick her drying
lips. She looked
out the window, staring at nothing. She breathed in a deep
breath. “I
can’t wait, Tiffany.”
“I’m glad you’re so eager,” Tiffany laughed. “Do you
think today would be
okay? David’s not expected home until four...when is Joe off
work?”
“Five,” Emily said, her lips curling into a broad smile.
“Do you want to
come over?”
“Why don’t you come here, darling? I have a hot tub...”
Emily nearly jumped at the offer. “Sure, just give me the
address.”
Tiffany told Emily the address and a few simple
instructions. After quick
goodbye’s and see-you-soons Emily hung up her phone and
practically ran up
the stairs to the bedroom. Flinging open her closet she tore
through her
clothing, trying to find something appropriate for her meeting.
She paused
at a dress she had purchased a year ago, one that Joe hadn’t liked
and had
forbidden her to wear.
“Perfect,” she whispered to no one, pulling it off the
shelf. She was
ready and out the door before eleven o’clock.
Tiffany answered the door wrapped in a casual white robe,
her bare legs
exposed from the thigh down.
“That is a very nice dress,” Tiffany breathed, her eyes
wandering up and
down Emily’s body. Emily smiled to herself for surprising Tiffany
in some
regard. The dress was spectacular in its simplicity, a brief
skirt that
ended just above the knee but was split to the upper thigh. It
fit like a
second skin over Emily’s slim body, showing off the curves of her
ample
breasts, and the smooth shape of her hips. “It looks wonderful on
you,”
Tiffany added. She opened the door wide and beckoned Emily
inside. Almost
shyly Emily smiled briefly at the other woman, breaking eye
contact and
walking past her into the large house.
“You’ll have to excuse the mess,” Tiffany said, smiling,
as she shut the
door behind Emily. The place was spotless, and Emily smiled a
little at
Tiffany’s joke. “I’m so glad you wanted to come.”
“I have to say,” Emily started, “That this is maybe the
wildest thing I
have ever done.”
“That’s a shame,” Tiffany sighed, putting her hand on
Emily’s shoulder. “A
girl like you should get in trouble more often.”
Emily blushed. The uncharacteristic boldness she had felt
on the phone
earlier seemed to have vanished, but her pussy grew warm under the
other
woman’s gaze.
“Do you want to get in the hot tub?” Tiffany asked. “You
look a little
tense...you didn’t sound so tense on the phone.”
Heat seemed to pulse through Emily’s body and she was
afraid that her face
was bright red. Secretly she had hoped for this invitation. “I
didn’t
bring a bathing suit,” she said, smiling slightly.
“Sweet, innocent, naďve child,” Tiffany said teasingly,
guiding Emily
through double doors to an indoor deck with glass windows from
floor to
ceiling all around. “Where we’re going we don’t need bathing
suits.” This
was the response that Emily had secretly been hoping to hear.
Taking a
couple of steps forward and then turning around, Tiffany smiled
down at
Emily. It seemed as though she moved in slow motion, her fingers
tugging on
the belt of her robe and the white fabric falling away from her
body. Emily
gasped before she could catch herself, the sight of the older
woman’s body
stunning her.
Tiffany was still smiling when Emily’s eyes reached her
face again, and
Emily looked away quickly to cover her embarrassment.
“You don’t have to be shy, darling,” purred Tiffany,
taking the few steps
towards Emily she needed to reach her shoulder. Emily shivered
with a
mingle of excitement and fear at Tiffany’s touch. “Now, let’s get
you out
of that dress and in to that nice tub of water, hmm?”
Swallowing deeply, Emily kept her eyes downcast, watching
in fascination as
Tiffany began to tug at her dress sleeves. The clingy fabric
stretched
easily over her smooth shoulders, peeling down her breasts and
over her
curvy hips until it pooled at her feet. Emily stood, nearly nude,
in her
black lace bra and panties, the teasing half see-through fabric
almost the
same shade as her hair.
A soft sound came out of Tiffany’s throat, making Emily
smile. Tiffany was
obviously as impressed with Emily’s body as Emily was with hers.
In the
sauna at the club Emily had admired the shape of Tiffany’s curves,
but never
nude before.
“Need some help with that bra?” Tiffany said, her voice
sounding slightly
shaky, as if she was losing some of her cool. Emily felt a
special kind of
excitement deep inside her body as the other woman sauntered
coolly and
collectively over to her.
“Please,” Emily whispered, and it was more of a plea in
general than an
acceptance of the offer for help. Shutting her eyes, Emily tried
to gather
her senses and keep herself from losing control over the
situation. She was
excited, eager, happy, but also frightened.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” Tiffany said, the usual humor
in her voice
gone for a moment. The words were spoken with a definite
seriousness that
almost made Emily want to laugh aloud.
Eye to eye, Tiffany looked over Emily’s face. Emily felt
her cheeks
turning pink under Tiffany’s gaze, but seemed unable to move
away. With a
slight brush of flesh against flesh, Tiffany reached around
Emily’s body.
Long fingers unhooked the bra easily, Tiffany’s hands now
supporting the
heavy flesh of Emily’s bosom.. It almost seemed as if time stood
still
while the two women stood in silence, Tiffany’s arms still around
Emily’s
small body. Unable to control it, Emily shivered, her limbs
suddenly cold
and hot at the same time.
“Want to get into the tub?” Tiffany asked, finally
releasing the bra so
that Emily’s breasts relaxed slightly in front of her.
Emily nodded, but her face stayed serious. Neither woman
seemed able to
move as they stood, their breasts nearly touching, waiting for
something to
happen.
It was as if they both breathed for the first time, their
bodies relaxing
as they turned away from each other and went towards the hot tub
without
making a sound. The hot tub was above ground, a small set of
steps leading
up the sides of it. Tiffany climbed in first, giving Emily a long
look at
her pert bottom as she climbed the steps and then easily lowered
herself
into the hot water. Emily took a deep breath and followed
Tiffany’s lead,
climbing the steps and then lowering one foot after another into
the hot
water.
The heat hit her body like a wave, the steam seeming to
come up like a
cloud from the pool, drifting up into Emily’s face and into her
body. She
took another deep breath and lowered herself into the water,
struggling to
stay still as it warmed her almost uncomfortably.
Across the hot tub, Tiffany lay back, her head resting on
the side of the
tub, her arms stretched on either side of her outside of the
water, and her
eyes appeared to be closed. Emily settled down into the water,
the small
waves hitting her upper chest, and her breasts bobbing at the
surface.
“The water is nice,” Tiffany said, her voice practically
purring. “Don’t
you think so, darling?”
“Yes,” Emily said, suddenly shy and self-conscious all
over again. The
water offered some protection from Tiffany’s eyes, but at the same
time she
felt more naked than she’d ever been before.
“Relax, sweetheart,” Tiffany said. Emily felt ashamed;
why did the other
woman always need to tell her to relax? Why was she so tense?
“Just sit
back and let the water warm you up.”
It felt to Emily as though nothing could warm her up
more. Her body was
warm to the core, but she did as Tiffany suggested and lay back
against the
side, closing her eyes and taking a few deep breaths of the steamy
air. Her
lungs seemed to fill with the heat, her whole body inside and out
warmed
thoroughly, and despite her fears she felt her muscles almost
melting.
Something brushed against Emily’s leg and she nearly
jumped in surprise.
Apparently she hadn’t been as relaxed as she’d thought.
Tiffany laughed. “You are so cute,” she said, rubbing her
foot against
Emily’s again. The skin felt strange in the water, the toes
foreign, and
yet Emily felt a wave of new excitement, feeling that foot against
her own.
“I don’t know why I’m so tense,” Emily said nervously,
stretching her leg
out slightly to allow Tiffany better access. “I’m excited and I’m
scared
all at the same time…and now I’m babbling.”
“I completely understand, baby,” Tiffany said, the soft
caressing with her
feet not ceasing or lightening at all. If anything, she was
becoming more
intense in her efforts, branching out from the sole of Emily’s
foot to the
instep, and then around the whole small limb. “You just close
your eyes and
let me do my thing, okay? There is plenty of time to relax. I
promise.”
Taking another deep breath, Emily tried to concentrate on
anything, to
grasp and lock her mind on any possible subject. She was afraid
that if she
got too caught up in what was happening under the water then it
would
completely consume her. But would that be such a bad thing?
Tiffany’s foot, slightly rough from the inevitable pruning
of the water,
began to trace slowly up Emily’s leg. Emily gasped and pushed her
thighs
together, her sudden movement upsetting the calm water, the waves
hitting
her as high as the neck as she struggled to keep her semblance of
relaxation.
“I can tell you’re tense,” Tiffany said, her voice mildly
teasing. The
foot began to tickle its way up Emily’s leg, reminding Emily of
the play
under the table in the restaurant the night before. The memory
played into
a reenactment of the kiss in the ladies room, and Emily felt a
different
part of her body becoming hot for a different set of reasons.
Softly she
moaned, so softly she hardly noticed it at all. But Tiffany did.
The room seemed filled with nothing but the sound of the
water lapping at
the women’s bodies, only silence coming from the two as Tiffany’s
toes
teased Emily’s leg.
Emily stretched out unconsciously, relaxing her tightly
pressed thighs and
letting the warm water lap at her most private places. The warmth
she felt
inside of her seemed to be peaking at the tiny nub between her
legs as it
grew hard. Tiffany’s foot traced its way up Emily’s calf, to the
knee,
lingering at the sensitive area behind the joint and applying soft
pressure.
Moaning again, Emily was much more aware this time when
she stretched her
leg out further, allowing Tiffany better access to the tender
skin. The
expression on Tiffany’s face was lost to Emily because Emily’s
eyes were
closed, the only thing she saw were specks of bright lights as the
heat in
her body became more intense than before.
Slowly yet with purpose the foot trailed up Emily’s body,
the toes pressing
and pulling at her skin as they moved from behind her knees to the
soft
flesh of her thighs. The feet were like hands, doing all the
things to
Emily’s body that only hands had done before, and only her
husband’s hands
at that. But this was doing different things to Emily’s senses
than her
husband could ever have done, and at the moment Joe was the
furthest thing
from Emily’s mind.
“Tiffany,” she whimpered, breaking the silence.
“Yes, darling?” Tiffany said softly, her voice breaking
through the steam
and making its way directly to Emily’s throbbing loins. It seemed
as though
Tiffany’s breath was on her slit, the softness of it blowing at
the
sensitive skin. But it was only water down there, and a foot
inching slowly
towards the folds of flesh.
“Oh, god,” Emily said as the toes made their way to her
private areas, and
she seemed to sink a couple of more inches into the water, her
body losing
all control of keeping her above the surface. Her face floated
above the
water and she breathed heavily, concentrating on keeping her
breathing even
as Tiffany’s toe penetrated her body.
“Do it to me,” Tiffany whispered, and Emily seemed to take
a moment to
digest this command.
Slowly, Emily lifted her foot and rubbed it against
Tiffany’s leg in a
similar way to what Tiffany had just been doing to her. It was
hard to
concentrate while Tiffany’s toe teased the wet skin of her pubic
area, but
she managed to work her foot up Tiffany’s shapely leg and into the
folds of
Tiffany’s own body.
“Like this,” Tiffany said, and moved her big toe slightly
into the folds of
skin. Emily gasped with pleasure. Tiffany’s toe was sliding up
and down
the slit, flicking Emily’s nub with movements that almost seemed
too gentle
to associate with a foot. The pleasure stopped and Emily knew
that it was
her turn.
Tiffany’s flesh felt strange against the roughness of
Emily’s foot, but she
did her best to work her toe’s way softly into the other woman’s
skin. The
lips seemed to part easily, and Emily felt a slickness that had to
have been
more than water. She smiled, pleased with herself for finding the
moisture,
and ran her toe up to Tiffany’s clit.
The clit seemed swollen, and larger than Emily had
imagined. And the heat
radiating off of it was unbelievable. Tiffany moaned loudly, her
toe in
Emily’s body flicking harder at Emily’s sensitive area’s as Emily
explored
Tiffany’s nether regions.
“The feet,” Tiffany said, her voice quivering with the
obvious pleasure she
was receiving from Emily. “Are very sensitive, and also very able
to give
pleasure.”
“I see that,” Emily said, smiling. Tiffany’s toe seemed
to crush Emily’s
clit for a moment, causing Emily to suck in her breath.
“We are capable of extreme pleasure,” Tiffany went on.
“Has your husband
ever made you feel like this?”
Emily’s back arched as Tiffany’s flicking because deadly
serious, the
intensity almost too much for Emily’s body to handle.
“No,” she gasped, her body seeming to peak with its
pleasure, her mind
blanking for a moment, and her feet, working intently on Tiffany’s
folds,
followed Tiffany’s lead and became more intense as well.
“The second lesson,” Tiffany gasped, her legs coming
together quickly and
wrapping around Emily’s leg, Emily’s foot trapped in the folds as
Tiffany’s
body shuddered with a climax.
Emily felt one last burst of intense pleasure and then it
felt as though
everything became a blur, her whole body tightening and floating
in the
water, rushes of pleasure pulsing through her body, the flesh
jiggling with
her convulses as she came with the other woman.
“That is the second lesson,” Tiffany said, breathing
hard. “For the third,
follow me upstairs.”
Emily lay limply in the tub as Tiffany released her leg
from between her
own, standing up and seeming to shake herself off. As calmly and
coolly as
ever, Tiffany climbed out of the tub and Emily saw her disappear
through the
doors. After a moment of collecting her thoughts, a moment which
probably
lasted two seconds, Emily scrambled out of the water and leaving a
trail of
water behind her hurried after Tiffany. She couldn’t wait for the
next
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