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Grass Cutting with a Plus - 3
by JW (jw1137@hotmail.com)
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Grass cutting gets a little mean in part three. (Ff)
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The rain finally came and stayed. The morning the grass
was to be cut, Dianne stood at her kitchen window
watching the raindrops splatter on the wooden deck. Her
sadness was palpable. She sighed deeply as she picked
up her coffee and headed toward the bedroom to finish
dressing. Before she could make it the phone rang.
Quickening her stride she picked it up on the third
ring. "Hello?"
"Hi, I guess I won't be mowing the lawn today" the girl
at the other end said.
"No Vicki; this is supposed to keep up all day. The
forecast for tomorrow isn't great either." Dianne said
making no effort to hide the disappointment dripping
from her words.
"There's not much to do when the weather's like this."
Victoria moaned. Then after a pregnant pause; "What are
you going to do?" The second part was more like her
usual chipper tone, though Dianne thought 'she sounds
older or more mature or something on the phone. If I
didn't know better I'd think I was talking to a twenty
something'
"I have some shopping to do." The woman replied tugging
at the belt of her dressing gown.
"Are you going to get dressed up?" Vicki queried.
"I don't know what you mean by 'dressed up'. I usually
try to look presentable when I go out in public."
Dianne assured the young woman. The question knocked
her a little off balance.
"What are you wearing now?" it was an innocent enough
question but it sent a chill down Dianne's spine.
"Well, uh, I'm in my, uh, dressing gown."
"What are you wearing underneath?" That question was
definitely not innocent!
"I, uh, have my under things on," Dianne stammered.
"Ooo... are they like the ones you had on last week
when you... I mean we were in the yard?" Dianne noticed
her heart was beating faster, and for some insane
reason she was having trouble catching her breath.
"Yes as a matter of fact they are almost the same,
except these are blue; the others were black." 'Why was
telling this teenager what colour of underwear she had
on having this affect on her'.
"So the top of the bra is all lacy and it doesn't quite
cover your nipples?" Vicki whispered.
"It, uh, that is I think, uh, that it does!" Dianne
panted feeling completely stupid about her lack of
breath.
"Take a look for me." Victoria challenged. There was
silence for several seconds the older woman's eyes were
cast down on the open neck of her robe. "Open your gown
up," came the words that ended the pause. To Dianne it
sounded like a command. Obediently, she slipped the
knot in the belt she had been toying with and parted
the silk drape.
'This is ridiculous' she thought. Now looking down at
her lacy silk bra she was satisfied that the cups were
properly in place and covering her breasts. Her nipples
however were quite evident pushing against the soft
fabric. Looking at the sensitive protrusions seemed to
cause them to stiffen more and start to tingle, just
slightly.
"My breasts are quite properly covered, thank you."
Dianne said trying to sound at least a little indignant
but it came out as a breathy whisper.
"They're sticking out aren't they? You can see them
pushing on the lace." The girl whispered back.
"Yes." Dianne confirmed and felt a shiver but not in
her spine this time.
"Touch them, touch your nipples, like you did last week
while you were watching me standing in the sprinkler."
The teenager urged.
"I'll have to put down the phone." Dianne replied
feeling shock at the direction the phone call was
taking, but very aware that it was really turning her
on.
"Don't you have a speaker?" Vicki replied, sounding
impatient. 'Idiot' Dianne snapped at herself, pressing
the 'hands free' button and replacing the hand set in
the cradle. Her shaking hands went to the smooth cups
and stroked over the protruding ever sensitive
projections.
Vicki was sitting cross legged on the floor of her
bedroom facing the full length mirror on her closet
door. She wore only the long 'T' shirt that served as
her night dress. The 'hands free' ear piece microphone
set was hanging on her left ear. "Are you touching them
now?" the girl's voice sounded hollow coming from the
telephone speaker. "I'm touching mine too" she added.
Both women sat with their eyes closed running their
fingers over their breasts through a layer of cloth.
Fingers bumped over stiff nipples as each envisioned
the actions of the other.
"Ugh!" Dianne emitted a grunt that was unintelligible
but served its purpose, confirming that she was
pleasuring her breasts.
"I'm wearing a 'T' shirt just like the one I wore last
week." The girl confided. "Remember how clingy it got
when it was wet? My nips got sooo hard in that cold
water! I thought they were going to break off. When I
saw you reach into your bra I had a pussy spasm." Vicki
paused, taking several deep breaths as she continued to
run her fingers over her cotton covered chest. "They're
hard like that now, Dianne; I wish you could see how
they're sticking out." Pulling in a few more deep
breathes, and hearing her boss groan again she
continued; "Take your gown off sweetie."
Dianne shrugged the silk drape off her shoulders. Her
tits screamed as their stimulation was momentarily
suspended. As soon as the robe fell in a bunch behind
her on the bed, the older woman resumed her gentle
stroking.
"Pull your shoulder straps down." Vicki commanded,
envisioning the older woman's sexy blue bra. Dianne's
breasts protested again as the stroking stopped. She
hooked her thumb in each shoulder strap and flipped
them down over her elbows. Raising he hands back to the
soft cups, only the back strap held the sexy lace
garment in place. She needed more. Catching the
projections of her nips through the silk she squeezed
firmly. A guttural cry erupted from her core and a
maddening throbbing started in her clit. Hearing the
erotic cry, Vicki smiled at herself in the mirror.
"Slowly my darling" the girl whispered.
"I want you to stroke your beautiful legs. Use you
finger tips and gently run them from your knees up your
inner thighs; but you mustn't touch your panties! Not
yet!" after a couple of ragged breaths she continued.
"Slowly up and down; feel how soft your skin is."
"I have thigh high stockings on too" Dianne moaned as
she put her fingers on her silk encased knees.
"Oooo are they all lacy and silky?" Vicki queried.
"Yeesss." the older woman sighed
"Stroke your thighs for me baby"
Dianne responded in a trance like state to the
suggestion. Her breast screamed for attention and her
nipples ached, but she continued to follow
instructions. Gently she slid her fingers up from her
knees, over the lacy tops of the stockings onto the
incredibly smooth skin of her inner thighs until she
felt the lace of the panty on her fingers, and then
back down to her knees only to repeat the motion on a
slightly different path. "Is your kitty tingling? Mine
sure is" the teenager said through a giggle.
"Oh God!" Dianne moaned as her pussy lips seemed to be
extending reaching toward the exploring fingers that
came so tantalizingly close but never arrived. The
quivering woman could feel her juices now running into
the crack of her ass.
"OK honey, slowly, slowly" the girl panted. "Use one
hand to pull your bra down. Get those beautiful tits
out'" it was Vicki's turn to groan as she envisioned
those long suck-able nipples being released from their
confinement. Again, seeming to have no mind of her own
the woman on the bed followed orders. She peeled the
silk and lace cups away from her heaving breasts one by
one. The lace at the top of the cups caught on her
ridged pleasure buds which sent a shock wave of joy
between her spread legs. Another stream of sweet nectar
rolled from between the pouting lips below.
"I want you to stroke those big hard nipples for me;
nice and gentle; then use your finger nail right on the
very tip." Vicki snatched the head set from her ear and
dropped it on the floor. With a quick upward twisting
motion she peeled her night shirt off. She returned her
communication device to her ear as she sat totally
naked on her bedroom floor mimicking the movements she
was asking Dianne to make. There was a lot of groaning
but neither woman was sure which sounds were hers and
which came from her partner.
Dianne's right hand was still stroking her thigh. She
knew it was cheating but she was no longer able to keep
her fingers from stroking her bulging vulva through the
saturated crotch of the silk panties. The lips of her
sex felt impossibly large under the soaking material.
Vicki sat with the soles of her feet together in front
of her bedroom mirror. The position gave her a
marvelous view of her wet pink girlhood in full bloom.
Not bound by her own rules she began to play with her
slippery labia.
"Tap your pussy." The girl said suddenly and began to
tap her own sex as if to demonstrate. "Give it a little
slap" gasp "right up on top... on the bone" another
gasp sounded as she sat gently spanking her cunt. The
wail she heard in the ear piece was almost frightening.
"Don't cum yet, don't you cum! Not until I tell you!"
The teenager's hand had stopped tapping and started a
gentle circular motion just barely touching her slick
vulva. Her left hand continued to pleasure her right
breast and nipple. The inside of her forearm was
rubbing on her other breast providing some stimulation.
"Take your panties off." Vicki said, closing her eyes
and envisioning the erotic scene in her boss's bedroom.
The older woman had to force her hands to stop their
intensely pleasurable activity. Rising from her bed,
she hooked her fingers in the waist band and pushed the
elastic over her butt and hips. Gravity did the rest.
The sensual lingerie hit the floor around her ankles
with a very soft splash. Feeling the cool air on her
steaming lips it was impossible for the scantily
dressed woman to resist putting her hand between her
legs.
The motion her hand and fingers commenced was
instinctive. Quick little circles on the hood of her
clitoris followed by a rapid up and down motion that
brought her finger tips onto her protruding inner
labia. Scooping some of the slippery fluid that was
flowing out, the fingers curled retracting the
protective skin over her love button. The thick juice
was applied liberally to the pulsating pleasure center,
and the whole primal choreography was repeated again
and again.
Dianne was standing bow-legged beside her bed, her
experienced fingers franticly working their magic on
her aching vulva. Victoria sat on her bedroom floor.
The motion of the hand and fingers was remarkably
similar. Both women panted and groaned in harmony. The
squishy splashing sounds of their pussies could be
heard like a back beat.
The force of her orgasm threw Dianne back onto her bed.
Bolts of pure pleasure shot through her belly and her
legs began to convulse. The enraptured woman rolled
onto her side, pulling her knees up and trapping her
still twitching hand between the soft slipperiness of
her thighs. She heard a strange buzzing in the delirium
of the post orgasmic after shocks. The sound wasn't in
her head she realized, it was coming from somewhere
else. It seemed important to identify the source. With
her head clearing a little the shivering woman
recognized the sound. A telephone dial tone, the girl
had disconnected.
Dianne snoozed for a while after the phone call. The
post orgasmic nap was always so restful. 'It must be
all the endorphins in your blood stream she reasoned;
ounce for ounce they're more powerful than heroin'.
Purposefully stripping off her bra and tossing it in
the general direction of the hamper; she headed for the
shower. With extra attention to her upper thighs and
crotch she was out on moments. A quick dry, then back
to the lingerie drawer. This time she chose white. Her
favorite style of bra and panty set hugged her like an
old friend. Pulling on the white thigh highs with the
slight pink tint a new stirring in her loins began. The
closet yielded a white silk blouse and a navy mini
skirt. She was good to go.
Shopping was a little tedious but with her parcels
securely in the trunk she headed for home. She had
passed the nondescript restaurant before she realized
'that's where she works'. It was not a place that would
normally attract her attention, but Dianne made a quick
turn to position her car to enter the small parking
area from its rear access. Should she go in? She sat
and wondered. 'What the hell?' she thought 'I'll just
check the joint out.' Straightening her short skirt she
entered the somewhat dingy establishment.
Everything was clean enough it was just worn. The place
had been in need of a face lift for at least ten years.
Dianne found and empty booth near the back and seated
herself so that she could see most of the restaurant
she was searching for Vicki without success. When she
finally spied her she was standing in a little alcove
where the servers picked up their orders. The
waitresses wore uniforms as dated as the restaurant
itself. An 'A' line polyester dress; the front and back
panels were a cream colour while the sides were an
orangey-pink. Her teenaged friend accented the uniform
with pink thigh high stockings.
Vicki was standing so close to her co-worker that
Dianne felt a pang in her heart. "Jealousy' she scolded
herself. Unmistakably the other waitress, a twenty
something "Barbie doll", had her hand on Vicki's
shoulder. The two servers picked up their orders and
proceeded to deliver them. Without staring Dianne
observed Vicki at work out of the corner of her eye.
After she set the order on the table she was surprised
to see the girl approaching her booth.
Vicki put both hands on the worn melamine surface and
whispered "This isn't even my table."
"I'm sorry I shouldn't have come in" Dianne said as she
started to rise. Putting her hand on the older woman's
shoulder the teenaged waitress pushed her back down.
"You came too soon this morning; I told you not to!"
the teenager's voice had a cry in it. "Then I couldn't
cum. Do you know what that's like?" without waiting for
a reply "I need to teach you a lesson." Vicki turned
and headed back to the service pick up counter. As the
girl retreated Dianne couldn't prevent herself from
admiring the firm round butt. When the waitress arrived
at the serving area she looked over her shoulder, and
then bent from the waist to pick up some stray French
Fries.
The action caused the short uniform to rise almost to
the middle of those beautiful butt cheeks. Victoria
deliberately opened her legs wider to give her audience
of one a view of the panty clad triangle between her
legs framed between the delicate lace of the stockings.
Dianne noticed that the girl was looking between her
legs with a covert grin. Realizing the poor planning of
this whole episode the nattily dressed woman headed for
the door without ordering anything.
When she arrived home, Dianne unloaded her packages.
Putting all of her purchases away seemed to take
forever. When she was finally done she proceeded to the
patio to ponder the brief conversation at the
restaurant. 'What did she say? "I didn't cum"; "don't
you know what that's like"; "I need to teach you a
lesson." What did all of that mean? The home owner sat
there not able to find a line of logic that really fit
the words. Tired from the shopping trip she dozed.
Then there she was standing at the corner of her house.
"My pussy has been dripping all day because of you"
Vicki said in an accusatory tone.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know..." Dianne pleaded from her
slumber induced grog.
"You didn't know!" the girl snarled. "I told you not to
cum until I said so."
"I, I, couldn't help it." The older woman cried, hoping
for forgiveness.
"Well that's just not good enough!" Vicki retorted. The
girl sat down on one of the other patio chairs and
began to peel off her stockings. The home owner sat
mesmerized as the teenager crossed her legs, ankle over
knee, to roll the silky stockings down her supple legs.
Peeking under the short 70's dress she didn't see the
white or pink panty crotch that the girl had teased her
with at the restaurant. Unfortunately it was too dark
under there to really see anything. Once the stockings
were removed the girl stood back up. Taking the short
steps to where her boss was sitting Vicki said;
"Now you have to watch me." Dianne looked up at her
young friend but some how could not comprehend what she
was saying. The after effects of her too brief nap
sapped her power of understanding. "You have to just
watch and suffer!" Victoria reached into the small
purse that hung on her shoulder and pulled out her
panties. "I got so wet I had to take these off" the
teenager announced tossing the cotton underwear in
Dianne's direction.
The older woman was so surprised by the action that she
failed to mount any defense for the on coming panties.
The girl's soiled underwear hit the older woman in the
forehead and fell naturally down onto her face. Dianne
closed her eyes inhaling the girl's sweet sent. She
felt Vicki's hands on her wrist, but she was so
enraptured by the scent that filled her nostrils and
her brain that she ignored it.
Dianne moved her head to get a better position on the
crotch of her lover's undergarment but the motion
caused it to fall off her face and into her lap. It was
then that she realized that her young guest had used
her recently removed stockings to tie her wrists to the
arms of the patio chair. Dianne's pussy was already
fluttering but now her heart joined in the rapid beat.
"What... what's happening? What are you doing?" Dianne
squealed in real fear.
"I told you I was going to teach you a lesson" the
teenager said smugly "and here it comes." The woman
tied to the chair was panting like a dog. She had been
so turned on by her young guest that her breasts and
pussy were begging for attention, but now she found
herself restrained, the arousal was mixed with terror.
"I'm going to get myself off, and you're going to watch
without being able to do a damn thing for yourself."
Just like before Dianne heard the words but could not
seem to comprehend the girl's meaning. 'She's tied me
with her stockings. I won't be hard to get free of
them' Dianne thought 'I'm not really tied up; it's just
a game'. When she tried to move her arms, Dianne found
to her surprise and consternation that she was
practically unable to move her arms at all.
Fear was over taking arousal as she came to the
realization that she was helpless, and totally at the
whim of her teenaged assailant.
"I want to show you how you left me this morning" Vicki
shrieked as she quickly opened the zipper in the front
of her polyester uniform and just as quickly shrugged
it off her shoulders. The teenager was now completely
naked. Her firm round breasts stood from her chest
defying gravity. Her belly heaved with emotion or
arousal or both.
The girl's hand went to the apex of her thighs and said
"see". Dianne saw alright. There on full display were
the fabulous protruding labia she had only been able to
imagine up to now. Victoria pulled upward on her vulva
causing her whole sex to tilt forward. The girl's
glistening clit popped up so bright pink it was almost
fluorescent. The bulging paler pink lips below also had
the glint of extreme arousal. Dianne's hand tried to go
to her pulsing nipples but in anguish she discovered
that the silk restraints prevented any such relief.
"I just couldn't get off after YOU came this morning"
the girl moaned as her fingers began their slow gentle
rotation on the hood of her clitoris. "I played with my
pussy for half an hour but I just couldn't cum." The
pace of the girl's fingers varied from almost slow
motion [were they even moving?] to so rapid they were a
blur. At some point the diddling digits pulled away and
came back down on the foaming labia with a resounding
slap. Dianne wasn't sure if there was any pattern to
the fingering but she knew the scent of the aroused
pussy was assailing her nose. Any fear was completely
eclipsed by the erotic vision before her.
Vicki dipped her fingers deep into her streaming
girlhood. When she pulled them out she whispered; "I
bet you'd love a taste." The wicked girl brought her
goo covered fingers toward her captive's mouth.
Dianne's tongue automatically shot out to capture the
sweet nectar. With amazing dexterity Vicki dodged the
older woman's tongue and deposited the spoils from her
saturated pussy on the restrained woman's upper lip.
"There now you can sniff that while I finish."
The restrained woman tried to speak but only
unintelligible grunts came out.
Dianne honestly though she was going to explode. Every
sensual nerve in her body was vibrating like a tuning
fork; and every one of them felt like they were pushing
out through her skin. Unable to stroke or touch or in
any way alleviate the intense excitement the poor woman
thought she might go mad. In spite of the torment she
was not able to take her eyes off the teenager's vulva.
The girl's fingers were now constantly a blur and her
pelvis had begun to thrust. There was a guttural scream
and Dianne saw the ejaculate hit the girl's thigh just
above her knee, and start trickling down on to her
calf. Dianne's groan of frustration provided harmony.
"Ummm, that was pretty good!" Victoria sighed as her
climax subsided. "Want a taste?" she asked extending
her cum soaked hand toward her prisoner. Again Dianne's
tongue shot out, but this time she wasn't teased. Vicki
allowed her captive to lap the sweet juice from her
hand.
"I gotta get cleaned up." The teenager said as she
headed for the door to the house.
"You can't leave me like this!" Dianne protested. Even
she wasn't sure whether she was talking about the
restraints or her unbearable state of arousal but she
knew that panic was setting in.
"I'll be back" the girl said from the doorway; then
almost under her breath as she entered the house she
added "eventually."
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