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Grass Cutting with a Plus - 2
by JW (jw1137@hotmail.com)
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The grass is getting pinker. (Ff, ped)
***
Victoria Simms dug the house key out of the pocket of
her too tight cut-offs, she was smiling broadly. She
wondered what Dianne was doing right now. Her actions
had been, in a word, cruel and she knew it. Why had she
done it? She hadn't planned it, any more than she had
planned to expose herself the week before. It just
happened. Vicki thought back to her first experience
with a woman as she made her way up to her room.
Two summers ago her mother had to go to Europe on
business. It had been arranged for her to stay with a
friend of Mom's. 'Aunt' Helen wasn't really an 'aunt',
that's just what it was decided Vicki would call her,
when Vicki was little. She never saw much of her
mother's friend over the years. When ever Helen
visited, she and her mom would usually go out leaving
little Vicki with a sitter. More often Mom went to
Helen's place; of course all those times she never saw
Helen at all.
The summer she turned fifteen she would really get to
know the tall leggy blonde. It had started innocently
enough. Right from the moment Helen picked her up she
started complimenting Vicki on what a beautiful young
woman she had become. Helen hugged her tightly that
first afternoon.
Vicki remembered thinking how big and squishy her
'aunt's' breasts were; much bigger than her mother's.
Helen started 'grooming' her young house guest
expertly. Of course Victoria didn't know it. Helen had
nearly cum in her panties when her good friend Jeannie
Simms had asked if her daughter Vicki could stay with
her for a month.
What Vicki knew was that 'aunt' Helen was so nice to
her. She was constantly complimenting, and often
helping her friend's daughter choose what she would
wear; helping her dress and undress even bathing her.
Within a week Vicki positively adored the older woman.
At the time Vicki had wondered why she got such funny
feelings in her tummy when Helen [the aunt had been
dropped at Helen's suggestion] dressed or undressed
her.
The older woman's soft hands never failed to stroke
gently different parts of her body. Helen was
particularly taken with Vicki's rapidly developing
bossom. The girl always wore a quite nondescript 'B'
cup bra, her mother insistent that a proper young woman
did not parade around braless. Helen, on the other hand
encouraged her to leave the undergarment off.
Most evenings that first week, as they got ready for
bed, Helen would pull Victoria's shirt over her head
and inspect the girl's plump mounds. She would cup and
squeeze them playfully, saying; "I wonder how much
they've grown today!"
The compliments the older woman showered on her about
the fairly new features on her chest made Vicki very
proud. She wished that her boobs would grow faster
[absurdly fast] to please her mother's friend. During
the bust development assessments, Helen would always
pay particular attention to the changes in the little
buttons at the center of each of Vicki's breasts.
Whenever she did this, that funny feeling Vicki felt in
her tummy got a lot stronger. 'It wasn't really her
tummy' Vicki realized; it was sort of lower than that.
Victoria had stripped out of her grass cutting clothes
and left them in a heap on her bedroom floor as she
reminisced about the summer of her 'awakening'.
She now realized how carefully 'aunt' Helen had
orchestrated all the little things she had done.
The girl didn't know the meaning of the term 'sexual
arousal' that summer two years ago; but she now
realized that Helen had slowly and expertly brought her
into a nearly constant state of arousal by the middle
of that second week. Vicki longed for their end of day
sessions. She loved how it made her feel but sensed
that it was incomplete; she wanted something more, but
she had no idea what that something was.
She stepped into the steaming shower spray and had an
epiphany. 'That's why she had run out on Dianne'. Since
that month of torment and ecstasy with Helen she came
to realize that the most awesome part had been the lead
up; the not knowing what was happening to her or why.
In the end the actual sex had been fulfilling but the
excitement she had felt in the two weeks before she and
Helen had actually made love was mind boggling.
The shower spray quickly rinsed the grime and sweat
from her magnificent body and she enjoyed its soothing
warmth. Turning under the cascading water, she thought
about how she had seduced her friend, Tiffany.
Tiffany was a kind of 'plain Jane'. She didn't have
very many friends. When Victoria had taken the dowdy
girl under her wing, so to speak, Tiffany had been
thrilled. It had taken next to no effort or time for
Victoria to get Ms. Plain Jane munching pussy like a
pro; but it wasn't satisfying! There was no build up;
no anticipation. Where were those hours and days of
sexual tension that she longed to relive?
Vicki quickly decided that the problem was the girl was
too young. She set her sights on a more mature partner.
It wasn't long before she found Rebecca. Vicki started
bussing tables at the restaurant just before Christmas
where she met the waitress and single mother. Becky was
a little on the plump side but she had 'killer' legs!
Being a ten year veteran of the restaurant food service
business, Rebecca showed young Victoria the ropes. It
wasn't long until the women were fast friends. Vicki
would go over to Rebecca's moms with her after their
shift to pick up the Becky's infant daughter. Back at
Becky's apartment Vicki would watch as the young mother
nursed her baby. Vicki sat on the couch squeezing her
legs together enjoying the sweet hum between her legs
while the tiny girl suckled.
At first Rebecca would discreetly open the minimum
number of buttons on her blouse, fold down the panel of
the nursing bra, and then pull her blouse back partly
over her daughter's head. The two young women chatted
about all sorts of things. Sometime during the nursing
Victoria would feel she was carrying more than her
share of the conversation. Rebecca would look kind of
flushed, and seemed quite distant.
After a while Becky became less and less shy about the
process. By the third week the young mother would
simply strip to the waist for the nursing session. When
the baby finished one breast Becky would put the infant
on her shoulder and rub Emily's back to expel the gas.
Every time when the nipple popped out of the baby's
mouth Vicki nearly came. She had never dreamed a nipple
could get that big and long.
It wasn't long after that Rebecca confided that nursing
got her really turned on. One thing led to another and
soon Vicki was relieving Becky's sexual tension after
nursing. The young mother gladly reciprocated, licking
and sucking the younger woman to some very nice orgasms
but Vicki was disappointed again. There simply wasn't
the same level of arousal that she had experienced with
'aunt' Helen.
That was why she decided to run away from Dianne
earlier that day. She craved that long erotic build up,
and quite simply things had gone too far too fast.
Running and crying was Vicki's method of slamming on
the brakes. She had initiated the kiss, sure, but she
didn't expect her boss to get right into it like she
had. Anyway she now had a rather uncomfortable task
ahead of her; go back and see how mad her employer was.
She was formulating a sort of plan as she dried
herself. When she came to dry her pussy it felt sore.
It was then she remembered how the damn shorts had been
rubbing on her womanhood. It probably wouldn't have
gotten this bad if it weren't for the running. Reaching
into the medicine cabinet the naked girl found some
moisturizing cream. 'A little bit of this and I'll be
good as new' she thought, dispensing a glob of the
thick cream on her fingers.
When she applied it to her wounded vulva she sucked in
her breath. 'Ooo that's cold' she realized, but it soon
warmed and felt very soothing. She continued to work
the slippery moisturizer all over her lips. Predictably
she felt the sensitive tissues swelling. Her own
slippery cream started to mingle with the goop from the
bottle. Before she knew it she had two fingers pumping
in and out of the sloppy mess she had created.
The vision of Dianne standing naked in the glass of the
patio door suddenly popped into her head and she came
with a rush of hot fluid splashing onto her pumping
fingers. The girl's knees buckled and she wound up
sitting on the tile floor. 'Now I'll have to shower
again' Vicki thought as she looked at the mess between
her legs.
***
Dianne dried her eyes with the napkins she had brought
out with the lemonade. 'What the hell had gone wrong?
Had she been too aggressive? She started it!' the woman
in the sexy dress and provocative underwear almost
giggled at the childish phrase. But Victoria had
started it! She kissed me first! How could I have been
too pushy? Did she not realize I'd kiss her back? It
didn't matter she feared she had seen the last of Ms.
Simms. Dianne suddenly realized 'I don't even know her
phone number, or where exactly she lives.'
She knew that the girl's home wasn't far away. 'How
many Simms' could there be in this subdivision anyway?
Should she try to call her? Apologize maybe?' These
thoughts were still tumbling around in her head as she
looked at the idle mower standing in the middle of the
yard. 'I guess I'll have to finish that later.' She
thought. Leaning back in her chair she tried to review
and come to grips with her brief relationship, and what
had gone wrong. No answers were forth coming.
Getting to her feet she collected the lemonade pitcher
and glasses on the tray and headed up on to the deck
then into the kitchen. Dutifully she began to tidy up
her kitchen. She had left it in something of a mess,
rushing out to serve her erstwhile grass cutter
refreshments. Keeping herself busy and concentrating on
the minutia of the tasks at hand kept her from stewing
over the morning's disappointment.
She obsessively worked her way around the whole kitchen
until it was spotless. Wiping her hands on a towel she
thought 'Well I'd better get changed and finish the
grass cutting. Dianne was just heading for the bedroom
when the door bell rang. Surprised by the unusual
intrusion she rerouted to the front door. Opening the
door she could scarcely believe her eyes, Ms. Victoria
Simms if you please.
Vicki smiled if a little sheepishly. "May I come in?"
Dianne opened the door, mostly out of reflex, and the
stunning young woman stepped back into her house and
into her life.
Dianne stood looking at the gorgeous teenager standing
in her entry hall for several uncomfortable seconds.
Victoria was smiling and seemed to be almost oblivious
to the torment she had caused. Dianne tried to summon
up an authoritative tone, but it came out in a sob;
"Why did you run?"
"I am not ready." It was a statement not an apology. 'I
deserve more than that!' Dianne thought.
"But you kissed me first!"
"I know, and I'm sorry if you misunderstood. You've
been so kind to me and I really like you. When we were
standing so close, I, uh, well I just wanted to show
you that I liked you. I wanted to show that I
appreciated you, and what you've done for me." Vicki
bit her lip waiting for the explosion of frustration
she thought would follow this pitiful and incredible
explanation. Dianne thought for a moment; 'that was not
an 'I like you kiss!'
"How, I mean where did you learn to kiss like that?"
"My boy friend taught me. Before I met Steve I didn't
know how to kiss at all."
"But you don't kiss everybody like that; you wouldn't
kiss your mother that way."
"I never kiss my mother!"
"And she never kisses you?"
"Not since I was little." Victoria returned still
smiling. 'My God, is it possible that she doesn't know
the meaning of a face sucking kiss like the one they
shared a couple of hours ago?' Dianne queried in her
mind; but there was no reasonable answer. 'I'll have to
take her word for it. Unbelievable as it is.' The
expression on the girl's face did not betray her. She
was still smiling sweetly, as if butter wouldn't melt
in her mouth.
"Well you need to be careful! Kissing like that sends a
strong message. Don't do it if you don't mean it."
"Mean what?" [Did she just bat her eyes?]. Dianne was
too stunned to speak. 'Was it possible for the teenager
to be this naive?'
"If you really don't understand then I think we'll need
to discuss this in detail sometime." Dianne finally
said.
"OK." Vicki agreed brightly. "I'm gonna go finish my
job now." Without waiting for any further comment she
scooted toward the back door.
"It just doesn't make sense!" Dianne said under her
breath, as she watched that deliciously round teenaged
rump wiggle out the door. She was shaking her head
incredulously as she headed for her patio. 'Might as
well enjoy the show' she thought 'I'm paying for it; in
more ways than one!'
Truth be told it really wasn't much of a show. Vicki
was wearing a 'T' shirt that came down to just below
her crotch. The baggy cotton showed off nothing. The
only point of interest was that as she pushed the mower
around the yard the bottom of the shirt would flip
slightly exposing a white flash. 'Panties?' Dianne
wondered.
The less than thrilling show only took fifteen minutes
before the girl headed for the garage to stow the
mower. Dianne went into the house to get the money, and
then entered the garage by the door in her laundry
room. Vicki was bent over, feet wide apart ass in the
air, apparently using a rag to wipe off the grass
cutting machine. Dianne was treated to an exceptional
view of the girl's posterior not quite covered by the
mystery white garment she was wearing under the 'T'
shirt. 'They aren't panties.' The home owner realized,
'it must be a bathing suit bottom'.
Never the less the view was spectacular! Because the
girl's feet were so wide apart and she was bent from
the waist with practically no bend in her knees, the
crotch of the mystery underwear molded to her vulva
like paint. It went through Dianne's mind and pussy at
the same time 'I bet I could count the hairs!' It was a
stupid cliché especially since there obviously was no
hair on the girl's cookie.
Victoria was peeking around her left leg. The girl was
well aware of the display she was putting on for her
boss. Moving the rag around the deck of the mower she
swayed her fanny slightly back and forth. The movement
was enough to ratchet the leg elastic of her bathing
suit bottoms a little further inward exposing even more
of her delectable cheeks. As she watched Dianne's
strained expression she knew the game was having its
desired effect.
Dianne watched the pouting lips of her employee's sex
so tightly plastered against the thin covering. A
renewed surge of sensation traveled up from her crotch
through her belly and lodged in her stiff nipples.
Suddenly Vicki stood up and turned displaying those
lovely straight white teeth in a mischievous grin.
"Thanks!" the girl said as she collected her pay from
Dianne's dangling hand. Giving her head a shake in an
effort to clear it the older woman said,
"Want to try the lemonade again?"
"Yeah, great I'm really thirsty!"
"But slowly this time." Dianne cautioned her.
They were quietly sipping their drinks on the patio.
Dianne was noticing the sweat pattern on the girl's
shirt, around her neck, under her arms and between
those unfortunately well concealed but still prominent
mounds on the teenager's chest. "The grass is so dry!"
Vicki observed.
"Shit!" Dianne exclaimed, "I forgot today's the day I'm
allowed to water." Wiggling her way toward the garden
hose in the short tight dress, it was Vicki's turn to
feel a slight tug at her crotch. "We're only allowed to
water every fourth day." Dianne commented over her
shoulder. "Water conservation you know." Setting the
sprinkler to cover the area directly in front of the
paved area, the home owner returned to her seat.
Vicki watched the tight dress stretch across the full
backside, and ride up delightfully as her boss sat
down. Tipping her head to the side she was able to
catch a glimpse of the black lace panties and she
wondered if the were damp from the lawn mower cleaning
show. That thought sent an intriguing twitch through
her own damp quim.
"It's sooo hot!" Vicki announced rubbing her hand on
the back of her neck. "I'm gonna cool off." Impulsively
jumping out of her chair she covered the distance to
the sprinkler in the blink of an eye. In the fine cold
spray the girl gasped, turning in a graceful pirouette,
she was totally drenched in seconds. Dianne saw the
thin 'T' shirt saturate and begin clinging to the
teenager's body like a second skin.
Emerging into full view were the prominent hills high
on Vicki's chest, their dormant centers, stimulated by
the cold water made their presence known a top the
large firm mounds. Dianne felt her own semi stiff nips
harden a little more. She could not ignore their cries
for attention. Her young companion seemed thoroughly
involved in her sprinkler dance, so the woman pulled
the top of the dress down just slightly, exposing the
top of her lacy bra.
Slipping her fingers inside the cups she teased her
pleasure buds to full erection. Dianne clamped her
thighs together as she felt her vaginal walls contract.
The combination of these two actions forced a large
quantity of milky fluid out into the crotch of her silk
lacy panties.
Though she didn't know how loud she had moaned the
woman with the now saturated panties didn't think her
young friend had noticed her indiscretion. Seeing the
girl coming out of the mist of water Dianne quickly
snatched her hands away from her breasts and put them
in her lap. This allowed her to covertly press on her
mons.
Vicki approached dripping and smiling. Her teenage body
perfectly displayed by the saturated 'T' shirt that
clung on every inch of delectable flesh. Across the
girl's hips it was easy to see the waist band of the
bikini bottoms that really represented the only thing
between the girl and total nudity.
"You should try it, Dianne it feels great!" In spite of
the pounding between her legs the older woman almost
laughed 'When was the last time she had run through a
sprinkler? Probably when she was about twelve.' She
thought.
"I think I'll pass if you don't mind." Dianne replied
smiling.
"You sure look like you could use some cooling off."
'Well she's certainly right about that!' Sitting there
watching the all but naked teenager and squeezing her
thighs together trying to get some relief was becoming
torture. Vicki was so close that Dianne could feel the
coolness radiating from the wet shirt.
"I need to go…" Dianne started to say, Victoria put her
hand on the woman's shoulder preventing her from rising
out of the chair.
"You can touch yourself here, I don't mind" the sopping
younger woman said as she looked down directly into
Dianne's eyes. Dianne saw something in those intense
green eyes; what was it? Satisfaction? Maybe it was
dominance. "I want you to touch yourself," Vicki
whispered and the seated woman heard it as a command.
Dianne's shaking hand rose to the bodice of her dress
and began stroking, fingers bumping over her nipples.
Her other hand reached under the short skirt and gently
her finger tips traced her flooded crease through the
silk panties. 'Why won't she touch me?' Dianne's mind
pleaded holding the girl's eyes with her own.
"That's it stroke yourself, pinch your nipple" Vicki's
tone of voice was different than normal, deeper,
demanding. Still looking into those beautiful large
green eyes the shivering woman in the chair complied,
taking the large sensitive tip of her breast between
her fingers and thumb she squeezed the aching bud. Her
other hand was busy pulling the crotch of her panties
aside. Dianne slid her hips forward on the chair
causing the short dress to be pulled up exposing the
skewed panties and her diddling fingers.
The teenager's gaze shifted to take in the erotic
sight. Slowly and gently the panting woman slipped a
finger between the swollen slippery lips. A second
finger joined and together stroked the spongy engorged
flesh. Moving up and down the slick slit. Each stroke
took them higher and closer to the ultimate pleasure
point that bulged from the top of the steaming crack.
Vicki had leaned down so that her mouth was an inch
from the masturbating woman's ear. "Put your fingers
inside" the girl whispered. Although the volume was
lower the voice still carried that commanding tone.
Dianne felt as if Vicki was in control of her muscles.
Whatever the girl said Dianne's body seemed to do
without Dianne's mind even participating in the
activity.
Two fingers were joined by a third as the digits pushed
past the slippery entrance into the boiling interior.
When the fingers reached their limit they retracted
almost out, and then plunged in again, this time more
forcefully. The pumping action repeated getting quicker
and more forceful with each stroke. The thumb collided
with the pulsing clitoris at the bottom of each
insertion.
"That's it, cum for me darling" the girl whispered.
Dianne was amazed that, with all the other stimulation,
that she could still feel her tormentor's hot breath on
her ear. The surging and tingling sensation started
deep in her uterus and spread through her whole body at
light speed. Her hips rose off the chair to meet the
intruding hand and a deep moan escaped her lips as she
climaxed. Dizzy and disoriented Dianne felt the girl's
lips lightly touch her forehead.
"I gotta go." The dazed woman heard. Now almost fully
reclined on the patio chair she managed to open her
eyes enough to see the round wet teenage rump disappear
around the corner of the house. 'She can't go home
dripping wet like that' Dianne thought, but she
couldn't get any words out.
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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