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Suburban Secrets (Fdom/F, exh, nc, spank)
by Traci (queen_traci@yahoo.com)
***
A 40-something Mom has a confrontation with another Mom
in the carpool and ends up in a breathless adventure
into submission she could never have dreamed of.
***
The voice on the other end of the line wasn't exactly in
tears, but Carol Ferndon could hear the exasperation in
her daughter's voice. She knew, also, that three other
teenage girls were with her daughter, so she wasn't
alone, otherwise she may very well have been crying.
"Heather," Carol said calmly, "what do you mean you never
got picked up?" She glanced at her watch. The carpool mom
for that day should have been there 45 minutes ago,
picked up the girls, dropped three of them home and one
of them--Heather--to her dance class as planned.
"Mom," Heather Ferndon whined, "Ms. Starling never showed
up!"
Carol sighed stressfully, the phone wedged between her
cheek and shoulder, and hurriedly finished putting her
dark brown hair in a ponytail for the tennis lesson she
was almost late for. Dammit. What had happened? She
wondered if Jenna Starling had gotten into an accident or
something. Jenna's own daughter was away at an orchestra
field trip, and wasn't with the group as usual, but
still, the moms had gotten together and vowed to stick to
the carpool schedule they had devised, and to always call
if there was a conflict.
"All right, honey," she comforted her daughter, "just
stay there, and I'll be there to get you girls in a few
minutes."
Carol hurried out to the car, her short white tennis
skirt dancing, and tossed her racket and gym bag into the
back seat. She was at the school in five minutes, and
four rather irritated teenage girls piled into the Volvo.
"Gee, I'm awful sorry girls," she said, dialing her cell
phone. "I checked my calendar after you called, Heather,
and it's definitely Ms. Starling's day today, not mine.
Let me just find out what happened to her."
As the girls quickly forgot the foul-up and began
gossiping about teachers and boys in the back seat, Carol
Ferndon got an answer on Jenna's phone.
"Jenna? Hi it's Carol...what happened today? It was your
carpool day, and the girls never got picked up."
Jenna wasn't a close friend. In fact, the curvaceous
blonde had been the most aloof of the four women who
shared the after-school chauffeuring duties. Maybe it was
because she was the newest, having moved to the
neighborhood just before the school year started, and
wasn't as close as Carol was to the other two, who had
been friends since their daughters were in sixth grade.
Jenna had a bit of obnoxiousness about her that was
unsettling at times, but Carol had tried hard to overlook
it and find the good in her. Sometimes--and she wasn't
the only one who felt this way--it was hard to do. She
didn't know whether it was because Jenna was beautiful
and knew it, or maybe she just had some hidden problems
that affected her in a way that caused the occasional
bitchy, self-centered attitude they had all seen in her.
"Ohhh, yeah, the carpool...aww shit. Well, sorry. Glad
you could get them," Jenna spoke so rapidly that the
"sorry" was almost inaudible. "Hey, I gotta run honey. I
have a hair appointment." The phone went dead with a
click before Carol could say another word.
She sat there, looking at her cell phone, unable to
believe how totally flippant the blonde mom had been with
her, and how empty her brief, hurried apology was. Carol
dropped off everyone at their respective places, but was
too distracted to carry on a conversation when the girls
were telling her things about their day. When they got to
the dance school, Heather frowned.
"Mom, you okay?"
Carol forced a smile. "Yes, honey, I'm fine, it's
just...well, nothing. Go have a good class, and apologize
to your teacher for being late, tell her what happened."
"Of course, Mom, I know," Heather said, rolling her eyes.
Then she smiled her pretty smile and gave her mother a
peck on her cheek. She could tell something was bugging
her, so she added, "Still the prettiest Mom in my school
by far."
"Aww sweetie, thanks. I needed that." Carol's smile
wasn't forced now. Her pearly white teeth shined, and her
face glowed from her daughter's compliment, her nearly
flawless skin betrayed by a quick blush.
"Bye, Mom. See you at six-thirty."
Heather's comment had caused the thirty-six year old
woman to look in the mirror of the Volvo before she left
for her class. She met her own blue eyes and smiled
softly. She had been told many, many times that she could
pass for twenty-five, and she was proud of that. Her
workouts and interest in tennis had kept her in good
shape, slender with pleasant curves and men frequently
gave her second and third looks. Often, she had been told
that she could be Sandra Bullock's twin sister.
The buzz of her daughter's lovely remark didn't last
long. As soon as she got a few blocks away from the dance
school, her thoughts drifted back to Jenna, and her
irresponsibility, rudeness and overall coyness over the
apparent mixup. Attempting to keep her cool, she couldn't
help but simmer inside thinking how guiltlessly the
flirtatious and self-centered woman had inconvenienced
five people, and had the gall to announce that she had an
appointment at the hair salon to make. Shake it off,
Carol told herself.
Her tennis lesson was a disaster. Her instructor, an
attractive 43-year old woman with auburn hair named Iris,
stood with her hands on her hips.
"What has gotten into you today, Carol? Last week you did
so well. This week you can't seem to hit anything with
proper form."
"I'm...I'm sorry, Iris. Just been a bad day, and my
concentration is off."
"Obviously," Iris said, walking by her. "Let's end this
one early. We just aren't getting anywhere, hon."
Carol sighed and looked down, surveying her flat tummy
which was exposed just under her tight midriff top. The
smooth lines of her hips and pelvis flowed appealingly
into the tiny pleated skirt.
"All right," she conceded to her coach, "I agree."
After she got back into the Volvo she sat there,
realizing that this woman, Jenna, had really screwed up
her day. She simply had to confront Jenna about this, and
resolve it. It could not happen again to one of the other
moms, or Carol would feel guilty about it for not having
headed off the problem. She again dialed Jenna's number.
"Your timing is good," Jenna said flatly, "I just
finished my hair. So we can meet. What's it about?"
Carol had a hard time not laughing out loud. Jenna
couldn't figure this out? "Jenna, I'll explain it when I
see you, ok?"
They decided to meet at the park nearby, where they could
walk. Carol preferred that over having coffee someplace
where someone could overhear them. She wanted to wrap
this thing up, get it over and done with, without
involving anyone else. Jenna just needed to fully
appreciate the rules and the importance of the carpool,
and things would be fine.
When Carol pulled the Volvo into the parking space and
spotted Jenna standing at the entrance of the vita-course
that ran around the large park. She was in a short red
silk slipdress and high-heeled dress sandals, looking
infuriatingly preened.
Carol approached her and smiled. She would use honey, not
vinegar, to convey this message, and give Jenna the
benefit of any doubt. That seemed to work with most
people, didn't it?
Jenna turned to Carol, her eyes hidden behind a pair of
designer sunglasses. Her blonde hair, freshly styled from
the salon, shone in the sunlight.
"Hi, Carol." The blonde glanced at her watch. "Can we
make this quick?"
Carol fought to keep her positive attitude afloat. "I
hope we can, yes. Shall we walk?"
Jenna Starling shrugged. "Ok."
The two women began strolling the vita-course, being
passed by the rare jogger or fast walker, but it wasn't
very busy there today, and for the most part they had the
secluded path to themselves.
Carol cleared her throat and began as they walked slowly.
"I guess...well, Jenna I guess I'm just kind of upset
about the whole carpool thing today." She decided to
pause there, hoping this would prompt some meaningful
apology from the newest carpool mom, something she could
digest, something that would clear the air and let them
start again with a clean slate.
Jenna looked at her, reached into her purse, and
wordlessly lit a cigarette.
After a long, uncomfortable silence, Carol realized her
blood was hammering in her ears. "I know we get busy and
forget, but... Jenna, it seemed like you didn't care."
They were rounding a bend in the paved path now, leaving
the open expanse of the perimeter of the baseball fields
and nearby tennis courts. Beyond them, the path began to
wind through a dense stand of low shrubbery, mostly
cabbage palms, palmettos, and scattered young pines.
Jenna shrugged, and exhaled a long plume of smoke through
her full, red lips. "I told you, I had an appointment at
the salon. You want me to beg forgiveness or something?"
Carol was dumbfounded. How could anyone be so callous and
so inconsiderate? She struggled to keep her voice from
becoming shrill. She was determined to handle this with
grace. She had to really battle the anger that was
swirling like a tornado in her now.
"Jenna, my daughter was late to her dance class, I was
almost late to my tennis lesson, and the other girls,
well, I don't even know what their plans were. I'm sure
there were some worried parents, at the least. And you
just shrug it off. It only takes a minute to call if
you're going to be late or can't make it. That's common
courtesy and part of your responsibility."
Carol paused, wanting to give her ample opportunity to
understand the graveness of the situation.
The path curved again, into an area where rows of old
oaks loomed high above, and provided a lush, pale green
canopy over their heads as they walked.
"I guess, Jenna, I am asking you for an explanation, an
apology, and acknowledgement over this mixup." Carol
stopped walking, her skin hot and not just from the sun.
"Meaning," Carol continued looking straight at Jenna, "an
assurance that it won't happen again without some prior
notification."
Both women stopped in their tracks. To their left was a
small, shaded clearing around the trunk of a large oak,
and a old-fashioned, wrought iron bus bench the county
had put there for decoration, or for strollers who wanted
to rest and enjoy the shade of a Florida hammock.
Jenna Starling dropped the nearly spent cigarette to the
pavement path and extinguished it with a twist of her
sandaled toe.
When the blonde beauty spoke, her words were metallic and
bereft of any emotion.
"What uppity, holier-than-thou, stuck-up bullshit."
Carol's mouth dropped open. She couldn't believe what she
was hearing. She looked away to try to regain her breath,
and her composure. She needed to re-gather her flustered
thoughts. Just as quickly she turned her head back
towards Jenna to respond, however she was quickly cut off
when Jenna launched a rapid-fire stream of cold-hearted
verbal venom.
"Rich, over-indulged little bitches in your fuckin'
expensive cars, your world revolving around your precious
little tennis lessons and your new-age fuckin' diets, and
your daughters making honor rolls...you make me sick."
"What? H-how could you...." Carol stammered and was
suddenly blinded by a stinging slap to the left side of
her face. She cried out, and recovered just long enough
to look back up through tear-filled eyes and see Jenna
Starling's face briefly. The well-built blonde had a firm
grip on her wrist, and spun her around with amazing force
and speed.
"UGGHH!!" Carol Ferndon gasped in shocked as her arm was
twisted and locked behind her back. Jenna forcefully led
her off the path, towards the clearing where the large
oak stood majestically by the bench. The tennis-clad mom
stumbled along helplessly, still reeling from the sudden
attack.
Carol blinked hard, trying to process all that was
happening to her as she was shoved up against the trunk
of the tree, her face humming from the slap, pressed
against the rough bark of the oak. Her arm was bent
painfully against the small of her back, and Jenna's
mouth was close, exhaling against the back of her ear.
"Don't you dare fuckin' lecture me, cutie-pie," the
seething blonde hissed.
"J-Jenna....owww...you--you're hurting me!"
The golden-haired woman only pressed her captor to the
tree harder, and Carol could feel Jenna's knee digging
into the back of her thigh.
"Just who the hell do you think you are, hmm?" Jenna spat
menacingly.
"Jenna...Jenna please...let's talk about this...I---"
Carol was suddenly, viciously yanked backward, and she
flailed her arms to keep from falling as Jenna pulled her
by her dark ponytail. She stumbled sideways, seeing a
momentary flash of red that was Jenna's dress, and then
felt two fingers hook snugly into the "V" of her ample
cleavage. With astounding agility and catlike speed,
Jenna simultaneously yanked her ponytail and pulled her
by the front of her tight gray top. Carol whirled and
flew forward with the momentum and crash-landed onto the
lap of Jenna Starling, who sat erect on the wrought-iron
bush bench.
With panicked breath, she looked back in time to see
Jenna casually toss her flowing blonde hair over one
shoulder and felt herself being locked and held off
balance into this compromising position. Carol was too
flabbergasted to put together a coherent sentence.
"Jenna---!!"
"Hush up," the blonde spoke calmly and with authority,
then punctuated her order with a series of open-handed
smarting slaps on Carol's upraised backside.
SMACK! SLAAAP! SMAAAACK! WHAAAAACK! SPAAAAANK! SLAAAP!
SMAAAACK!
Carol flinched and yelped "OOOWCH, STOP!, OWWW, OOOH---!"
She struggled, wriggling violently against the
surprisingly stout stronghold of Jenna's arms. Carol's
white tennis shoes kicked the air in a vain attempt to
wriggle free, and she could feel Jenna's fingers clamped
firmly around her waist, effectively thwarting her
escape.
"Now then you spoiled brat, unlike your snobbish
exclusive, expensive tennis lessons, consider this a
complimentary lesson courtesy of yours truly."
With no fanfare, Jenna confidently flipped up and raised
Carol's short pleated tennis skirt. Carol gasped in utter
surprise, her face turning deep crimson with the
embarrassment of being upskirted with her intimate
panties on display to her car-pooling counterpart, a near
stranger. Her pink cotton bikini panties was all that
separated her lower regions from complete nakedness. She
was so embarrassed she wanted to hide her face though she
needed her hands to maintain her balance over the mossy
soil beneath her. The birds overhead chirped loudly as if
snickering at her plight.
Carol realized that her attempts to bring Jenna to task
had failed miserably and instead she had been swiftly and
easily taken into the confident blonde's custody and
spanked like a naughty girl.
Jenna took off her sunglasses and pounded Carol's pretty,
well-kept bottom with a renewed flurry of slaps. Carol
winced, squeals slipping from her throat each time her
sweet bottom was whacked. She panted, desperate to find a
way out as her cheeks began to roar from the punishment.
She had always been able to talk her way out of things,
but now her energy floundered, as the shapely lady in red
established her dominance.
"Jenna, pleaase..." Carol croaked, her voice
deteriorating into a sob. Her curvaceous butt was being
sternly sizzled by Jenna's hand, and she began to realize
that she was the blonde bitch's prisoner. She looked
forlornly down at the brown carpet of tiny oak leaves on
just below her.
Jenna was obviously starting to enjoy how badly Carol's
"meeting" with her had backfired. She buried the knife of
humiliation a little further.
"Oooh, what pretty panties we have on today," Jenna sang.
Jenna hooked her fingers into the waistband of the tiny
cotton undergarment and pulled it away from Carol's
shapely buns several times, toying
with them, letting them snap back into place each time.
"Nnnooo..." Carol whined, squirming, only to find that
her movements only rubbed her pelvis and mound against
Jenna's bare, smooth thighs.
"Stop that insolence at once, Carol," the triumphant
blonde fired at her evenly. With the control and
confidence of a stern aunt, she gave an unexpected tug on
Carol's ponytail to further deepen the brunette's
futility. Jenna was still having great sport with her
panties, stretching them out as if to pull them down,
then letting them go, so Carol could feel the elastic
snap back against her soft skin.
Carol gripped the bench, realizing her muscles had gone
weak, as if the adrenaline she had felt moments before
had retreated, and her will was being sapped with each
angry strike from Jenna's perfectly manicured hand. The
blonde's wicked ministrations made her feel not like a
thirty-six year old woman, but like a scared little girl.
"I believe you need the full effect now. I know you like
to show your pretty bottom, don't you, supermom? Well,
now you can show it....all of it!"
Carol gasped as the lovely Jenna Starling slowly pulled
her pink cotton panties down, exposing the two half-
spheres of smooth flesh, and the dark fissure between
them.
Carol panted with humiliation and now with fear, her eyes
darting toward the paved path just twenty feet away, as
she wondered if someone--someone she might know--might
come wandering up and see her like this, draped over
Jenna Starling's lap like a rag doll and having her
bottom bared like a child. She bit her lip in panic,
imagining the mother of one of Heather's friends jogging
by...omigod, she thought.
Her imagination raced like a chased rabbit, as she
envisioned someone seeing her, then gossiping it to
another parent at school or at the coffee shop. Her mind
went dizzy with terror as she imagined the wide-eyes and
whispered conversations: Carol Ferndon, half-naked on
Jenna Starling's lap in the park..?? are they having a
lesbian tryst or something?? You don' t say! Tell me
more....
She hung her head between her forearms as she felt the
gentle air sweep slowly through her now totally exposed
privates. Every attempt to break free now only hurt, as
Jenna's fingers dug into her pelvis, and she knew it was
hopeless to resist. She felt the soft cotton slide down
her legs, then stop at her knees.
Jenna glanced between Carol's smooth thighs, and spied
something interesting. It looked as if Carol Ferndon had
a hairless mound! To confirm this, the intrigued blonde
placed her thumbs high on the inside of Carol's thighs,
and pulled the shapely, tender buttocks apart.
"Well, well!" Jenna Starling exclaimed, "Mrs. Ferndon is
all smooth and shaved, huh?? Isn't that cute?! What would
the other PTA moms think about that, I wonder?" The
blonde let out a demonic giggle.
"Ohhhgodddddd..." Carol moaned, her face hot and tingling
with shame and embarrassment. She had shaved her pussy a
week ago, and kept it smooth. No one--until now-- knew
except her husband.
Jenna couldn't take her eyes off of the hairless vulva
surrounding Carol's pink cleft. A girlfriend of hers had
once shaved herself and told her how smooth it was, how
it heightened the sensations during sex. Jenna had been
intrigued, but had never tried it herself.
She spoke softly, like a doctor musing about something
while inspecting the patient, "This... is...
exquisite..." she remarked as she tilted her head and
peered between Carol's milky thighs. She reached a finger
down inside, and drew it backwards along one side of the
bared mound. She heard Carol inhale sharply as her
fingertip traveled the soft margin from high on Carol's
mound, near her clit, down and back toward her,
paralleling the labia, until her red fingernail rested
near the tender area near the vaginal opening. The silky-
smoothness of that part of Carol's anatomy amazed and
stimulated her.
Carol tensed when she felt Jenna's finger touch her high
on her mound, and she squeezed her eyes shut at the
startling sensation, as Jenna's finger traveled the
length of her sex, just missing her vaginal lips,
sampling the softness of her shaved secret. Her mind and
body were swooping the through a terrifying roller
coaster of sensations. While in the grip of fear and
humiliation, she had also just been electrified with
pleasure and anticipation, coursing through her body like
a silent lightning bolt, as Jenna touched her so
intimately.
"That is sooo nice! I'll bet hubby loves that, hmm
Carol?"
When Jenna took her hand away, she pushed hard, trying
one last time to get out from the gorgeous blonde's
dominant clutches, then fell back down in failure, her
now naked and shaved mons venus dropping down onto Jenna
Starling's bare leg.
"You're not going anywhere, honey," Jenna announced
calmly. Jenna ran her hand over Carol's exposed buttock,
letting it ride the pronounced curve of firm smooth skin,
as she reaffirmed her dominion over her fellow mom's
lovely body.
"You're going to stay right here on Mistress Jenna's lap,
sweetie, and let her finish putting you in your place."
The softly spoken words from Jenna Starling's red lips
were like an elixir that seemed to seep into Carol's
veins and weaken her all the more. Jenna's calm,
undeniable demand for Carol's obedience left her with
only one option: complete and utter compliance. Her
whimper was a simple acknowledgement of her now obvious
fate. Her body was a battlefield of sensations and
desires.
Then Jenna raised her hand and brought it down in rapid
succession on Carol's completely undefended butt. The
woman's backside, presented sweetly like two overturned
bowls, jiggled furiously in submission to each blow.
Jenna whacked away like a determined schoolmarm as Carol
squealed and grunted, her eyes now spilling over with
tears. Jenna Starling stopped after twenty or so of the
vicious wallops, and inspected her handiwork. Carol's
beautiful ass had a lush, rosy hue to it now as the
defeated brunette trembled on Jenna's lap.
Carol lay exposed on the fair-haired woman's lap, yelping
and twitching as Jenna resumed the spanking. Jenna
reveled in her superiority, tormenting the sweet, tender
butt cheeks of her captive with more stinging whacks. No
part of Carol's backside went unattended, and soon the
upper reaches of her thighs, all the way to her lower
back, burned angrily from Jenna's mastery of her body.
Jenna, in the meantime, felt a curious but inexorable
rise of feelings deep within her. Was this something she
had hidden from herself, she thought? The sensation of
having another woman at her mercy, her lovely ass naked
and upraised for her to punish, was exhilarating. She
allowed herself a moment of introspection. Yes, it was
true, she thought, her breath picking up speed as it
dawned on her. This turned her on.
Carol sobbed softly, and Jenna took a moment to savor the
sight and sensation of the de-pantied Carol Ferndon
squirming on her lap. Slowly, like a kitten waking from a
nap, Carol's hips humped down against her, and Jenna felt
the smooth mound press against her thigh. She watched
with fascination and delight as Carol's shaved mound
moved and squirmed in between the clenching buttocks of
the woman she now controlled. Jenna found her own nipples
stiff and prominent under the slipdress, making pebble-
like protrusions in the fabric.
It only took three or four slow-motion thrusts of Carol's
pelvis before the hapless and shell-shocked Carol Ferndon
lost control of her womanly body. The insistent rubbing
and stimulation had shadowed her panic during the
spanking, and now her bare and defenseless clitoris,
trembling against her mentor's beautiful thigh, pressed
and ground in silent and unstoppable splendor, touching
off a thunderous climax that spread rapidly through
Carol's body.
"UNHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhh" she moaned raggedly, as the
sensations shattered her. Her cute, shapely body spasmed,
her legs twitched again, sneakers dancing momentarily, as
her orgasm, as obvious as the oak tree above them,
overtook her.
Jenna's heart surged, her own sex warming and feeling
creamy under her dress. She licked her lips as her mouth
was getting dry and her breathing had now blossomed to a
gentle pant. The coquettishly clad blonde watched her
captured prize--the delectably round bottom of Carol
Ferndon--hump gently and shudder with her orgasm, just
under her.
Carol's muffled whimpers were like music to her ears. She
leaned back, smiling, and propped one arm on the backrest
of the bench. She trailed a red fingernail slowly down
the back of Carol's thigh as if to underline her easy
triumph over the young mom. Her body sang with the joy of
her complete ownership of Carol Ferndon.
"My, my..." Jenna cooed, "quite a turn of events,
wouldn't you say, Mrs. Ferndon?"
Carol could only sniffle, the unraveling of her dignity
now fully manifested at the hands of the sexy woman in
the short red dress. Jenna, though wildly excited
herself, kept her cool, and continued moving her
fingernail up and down Carol's slender thigh. Carol, her
sex drenched and her self-confidence now in ruins, just
quaked gently. She was, at that moment, nothing more than
Jenna Starling's ward.
"Get up, girl," Jenna commanded. She got a deep thrill
when she called Carol "girl", and knew it was like
another humiliating arrow in a psyche already pierced
repeatedly during this ordeal.
Carol stood, her head down, chestnut hair tousled. Her
skirt fell only partially back down. One side stuck to
itself, exposing a shapely hip to the sun, underscoring
the destruction of her dignity and control. The pink
cotton panties fell to her ankles. Before she could bend
down to pick them up, Jenna was standing in front of her.
The blonde Jenna Starling relished the surrender she saw
in the disheveled brunette before her. She wasn't done.
She wanted to lay Carol's submission bare. She reached
behind the other woman, gripped her ponytail, and pulled
back slowly, but did so gently, knowing that force was no
longer needed.
It thrilled her that now she did not have to administer
pain to bring Carol Ferndon's obedience easily to her, to
have her wanting to please like a puppy. Carol's head
tilted up towards the branches of the oak, but she kept
her watery eyes on Jenna, mouth open in a silent "ahhh".
Jenna stepped closer, and spoke softly.
"You are not going to question me ever again, do you
understand?"
Carol managed a nod. "Yes, Jenna.."
Jenna's skin erupted in goosebumps at the submissive
reply.
"Good." Jenna then stunned the trembling brunette by
lowering her face to Carol's upraised mouth and enclosing
it with a deep, heated French kiss. Jenna's sumptuous
body, very tangible under the thin fabric of the
slipdress, pressed against her half-naked captive, as she
explored Carol's mouth with her insistent and probing
tongue, her hand still gripping the ponytail.
Carol could only make faint little girlish whimpers as
Jenna forcefully took her mouth with the searing liplock.
Jenna pulled away, keeping her face close, and looked
deeply into Carol Ferndon's blue eyes.
Her voice was a husky whisper. "I think you and I may
have to discuss this carpool schedule a little further,
don't you, Mrs. Ferndon?" Jenna traced Carol's lips with
her finger, then scratched softly under her chin, as if
examining a pet. "Maybe a little meeting at my house,
hmm?"
The bridge had been crossed, the layers of hidden desire
and denial long-since spanked away. Carol swallowed hard,
and closed her eyes briefly.
"Yes," she whispered back.
Jenna regarded her with a satisfied smile. Carol's eyes
met hers, and both silently acknowledged that the
presumptuous brunette had been irrevocably conquered.
What lay ahead would be an interesting adventure, indeed.
Jenna let go of Carol's ponytail and pushed her sandaled
toe against the panties that were crumpled around the
humbled woman's ankles.
"Get those back on, and go take care of your busy
schedule. I'll be expecting a call from you later."
Then Jenna Starling walked away, her hand trailing along
Carol's ass cheek as she departed.
Carol turned and watched her go. Through strands of dark
hair she watched Jenna stop at the paved path, light a
cigarette, then stroll out of sight.
Then, after a long minute, she bent down, and shakily
pulled her panties back up, working them slowly over her
tortured behind. She took a long deep breath, a million
thoughts and emotions criss-crossing in her chest. Her
head spun lightly and she felt as light as a feather.
She straightened her skirt down over her panties, which
were now soaking up the syrupy riches of her astounding
experience. She closed her eyes briefly and smoothed her
hair.
It was time to get to her car and pick up Heather.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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