*The Seduction of Louise: The Story of a Big, Beautiful Woman*
*Chapter Three - First Encounter*
Lying in bed that night, I reflected upon the events of that morning. Everything had gone so amazingly well, much better than I had ever imagined. I was exceptionally pleased by Louise’s reaction to my fantasy dream. While she may have very well just been playing along for the sake of my feelings, I was reasonably certain from the way she talked that that was not the case at all. It appeared outwardly, and felt inwardly genuine to me, that the subject of my dream was not in any way disgusting, deplorable or abhorrent to her. Surprisingly enough, it had actually seemed as if she was actually even a little flattered that I had such a dream about her.
I wondered what might be the best course of action to pursue after the events of the morning. Obviously, I needed to find innocuous ways of broaching the subject again, without making it appear as if it were my intention to do so, as it had so beautifully happened that morning when Louise herself brought up the subject of dreams. Once again, I didn’t have long to wait for such an opportunity.
The next morning, Louise was fussing around the kitchen in her robe and slippers. As I sat down at the kitchen table, she bent over to pour coffee into my cup. As she bent over, she rocked her shoulders back and forth so as to shake her bosom in front of my face. I looked up at her in surprise to see her giggling with mirth.
“Oh, great.” I said, rolling my eyes, “I suppose now you’ll be forever teasing me like crazy about that damn dream, won’t you?” I asked, rolling my eyes.
“Oh, probably.” She laughed, flopping into her chair. “You know me.”
I laughed softly and shook my head. “See,” I said, “This is what I get for telling you about it. I should’ve just kept my big mouth shut.”
“Now, now.” She chided, reaching out to pat my arm affectionately, “A little teasing every once in a while won’t kill you. And, for what it’s worth…I’m glad you told me about your dream.”
At that moment, I had a strong sense that, if I were to merely ask her, she might very likely comply. I was contemplating just how I would phrase my words to ask if she might ever entertain the idea of allowing me to fulfill the fantasy of my dream, when her two kids boiled into the kitchen. Louise’s attention was immediately upon them as she leapt up to attend to their breakfast and box up their school lunches.
Just as they were about to leave for school, my bass player, Todd, arrived and made himself at home with some coffee. It appeared I wouldn’t get an opportunity to speak privately with Louise for quite a while, as Todd needed me to help him move some equipment up a flight of stairs to his apartment.
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I arrived home around mid-afternoon to find Louise and her two kids out in the backyard. The kids were splashing around in the pool and Louise, clad once again in her black bathing suit, was sitting beside the pool in a deck chair reading a magazine.
As I approached, she smiled and put her magazine aside. “Hey,” She smiled, “I was just thinking about you…I put a fresh pot of coffee on a little while ago.”
“Cool.” I said, “Sounds good.”
I followed her up the back stairway to the kitchen, admiring the wide sway of her hips, and sat at the table while she fetched the cups and coffeepot. She placed a cup in front of me and filled it up, then sat down and filled her own.
“I hope it doesn’t make you too uncomfortable that I’m wearing this bathing suit.” She said, sipping her coffee.
“No,” I said, “Why should it?”
She shrugged. “Just remembering your dream…and wanted to make sure.”
I smiled. “Actually…I still think you look nice in it. It shows off your figure nice.”
“My figure?” She gaped in astonishment, “What figure? I used to have a figure once upon a time.” She laughed, “Two kids, and forty or fifty pounds ago.”
“Well….” I said with a smile, “You might be bigger than you used to be…but you still have a great figure.”
She shook her head and dismissed me with a wave of her hand, but I could see the corners of her mouth tilt upward and knew my words pleased her.
“So tell me,” She said moments later, “Speaking of your dream…”
I smiled inwardly, trying to keep my face impassive, because it was not I who had brought up the subject of my dream at all.
“I was just curious to know if you’ve ever really done that sort of thing with a woman before?” She asked, sipping her coffee and looking at me over the rim of her cup.
I shook my head and laughed softly. “I’m afraid that none of the girls I’ve ever been that close to have been…well, anywhere near endowed enough for anything like that to ever happen.”
She laughed softly and nodded. “Hmm,” she said, “I see what you mean. Maybe it’s just one of those repressed fantasy things…something you always wanted to do but haven’t ever been able to…Maybe that’s why you dreamed about doing it”
I shrugged. “I suppose there could be some truth in that,” I said, “I mean…I guess I have always had kind of a thing for women with big boobs…just never met any so far that were available.”
She smiled enigmatically.
“What about you?” I asked. “Have you ever done it?”
She looked at me hesitantly then shook her head. “No…Ross is not exceptionally fond of my boobs in the first place…let alone something like that.”
“Not even anybody before Ross?” I asked.
She laughed and shook her head. “Believe it or not,” She said, “There’s never been anybody before Ross. I was a virgin when I married him.”
“Wow.” I said, my eyes widening in surprise. “I never knew that.”
She nodded. “It’s a true fact.” She said, laughing softly, “And…when it comes to sex, or even sexual things in general,” She said, “Ross is a very conservative kind of guy.”
I laughed with her. “I can imagine.” I said, knowing very well Ross’s conservative values in most things.
“There’ve been a few times when I’ve tried to interest him in something…a little different, sexually, but…he’s not one to accept change easily…or experiment.”
I nodded, sipping my coffee in silence. Once again I was surprised by her candor, she had never before been so forthcoming about her marriage or her sex life.
“So, keep my experience in mind and let it be a lesson to you.” She said with a smile, wagging her finger at me. “Always try to keep an open mind sexually…and never be afraid to try anything new.”
“I promise.” I said solemnly, raising my right hand as if swearing an oath in court.
She laughed softly. “And also…” She continued, “The very first girl you date with big boobs…make sure you let her know about your dream fantasy and then just go and do it. If you don’t…you’ll probably just end up wondering about it and fantasizing about it all your life.”
I smiled and nodded, draining my coffee and setting my cup down. “Well,” I said, “I don’t see the likelihood of that ever happening any time soon. I haven’t even met anyone lately who interests me at all…let alone someone with big boobs. ”
She nodded and smiled. “I’ll make a deal with you.” She said, “If you’ve never found a big breasted woman to help you out by the time you get married and settle down, you just come back and see me. I promise I won’t let you go through your life wondering what it would’ve been like.”
I blinked in astonishment and smiled, trying to keep my composure. “Wow.” I said, “Okay, you’re on…it’s a date then. If I never meet a woman with boobs like yours by the time I get married…I’m gonna come looking for you.”
She laughed aloud and slapped my arm playfully. “Okay…it’s a deal.” She said, “Of course…my boobs will probably be hanging down to my knees by then. But as long as you don’t mind that…you’re on.”
She got up to retrieve the coffeepot and refilled our cups. “You know something funny.” She said as she took her seat at the table once more. “Thinking about it just now, it seems funny to me, but…other than Ross, you’re probably the only person in the entire world that I could ever imagine myself doing something like that with.”
“Really?” I said, my heart beating faster.
She nodded thoughtfully. “It’s a little strange, maybe it’s because I feel so close to you. But, I don’t think I could ever do something that…well…personal with just anybody. Do you know what I mean?”
“I think so.” I said, nodding.
“I mean…” She continued, “I love all you guys in the band, I really do…But, if anybody else but you had told me they dreamt about doing it between my boobs…I’d have probably just said, that’s nice, and changed the subject real fast.”
“Thanks, Louise.” I said, smiling warmly at her, “That makes me feel nice.”
At that moment the back door to the kitchen was flung open and her two kids boiled noisily into the room. They were about to do a bit of sunbathing and needed towels and sunblock. Louise liberally applied the lotion to each of their backs for them and admonished them not to stay out too long. Moments later, they thundered out of the room and, after slamming the door a little too hard in their haste, left Louise and I in deafening silence.
Louise sipped her coffee and looked at me thoughtfully. “Can I ask you something kind of personal?” She said.
“Sure.” I said with a nod of my head, “Ask away.”
She looked at me and bit her lip tentatively. “Well…I was just thinking back to when you first told me about your dream…”
I nodded, wondering where she was going with this and feeling my heart begin to race.
“I remember when I asked you about it,” She continued, “You said something like…it wasn’t just a really good dream, it was a great dream. Do you remember that?”
I nodded and smiled. “I remember that.” I said.
She smiled and pursed her lips thoughtfully. “And then later on, when we talked about that night here in the kitchen, you said you thought I had…” She paused, biting her lip, “I think the word was ‘fabulous’ that you said…that you thought I had fabulous boobs. Am I right?”
Again I nodded, “I’m pretty sure that’s the exact word I used.” I said.
She sipped her coffee, looking at me. “Okay…” She said, sighing heavily, “I hope you don’t take this the wrong way…but I’m kinda curious about something.”
I swallowed, feeling a twinge of panic wash over me as I wondered if she might have somehow stumbled onto my efforts of manipulation.
“Well…” She continued, “After all of that…you know, seeing my boobs, and liking them…and then actually dreaming about them the way you did, I guess I’m just sort of a little curious why…you never actually came right out and asked me about actually doing it.”
I was completely shocked by her question, and my surprise must have shown on my face.
“Was it just because you were afraid I would say no…and then think less of you?”
I swallowed. “Well…sure.” I managed to stammer. “I wouldn’t have told you about it at all…except I slipped up and then let you worm it out of me.”
She nodded and sipped her coffee once more.
“I think,” I said, casting hurriedly for what I hoped would be the right things to say, “That I can probably think of about a dozen reasons why I couldn’t do something like that.”
She leaned forward with her elbows on the table. “I’m listening.” She said.
“Well…first of all,” I went on, “I think of you as one of my very best friends…I’d never want to say anything that might ever make you think less of me…or hurt our friendship.”
“I understand,” She nodded, “What else?”
“Okay,” I said, “Then there’s the huge fact you’re a married woman…I mean…that’s a pretty sexual thing to ask a married woman. Don’t you think?”
“I suppose.” She said, nodding thoughtfully. “Is there more?”
“Well…sure.” I stammered, “I mean…there’s also the age thing too. I mean you’re as old as my mom, Louise. That’s a pretty intimidating thing.”
She nodded and sipped her coffee, waiting for me to continue. When I didn’t, she set her cup down and leaned forward again.
“Okay.” She said, “I admit, you make some pretty good points. But…let me just say this about them.” She held up her hand with her fingers raised. “First of all…” She said ticking off one of her fingers as she spoke, “I think of you as one of my best friends too. And, I don’t think there’s anything you could ever say to me that would make me think less of you or hurt our friendship. And, I mean that honestly.
“Secondly…” She said, ticking off a second finger, “I think you’re right about it being a very sexual thing between two people. But…” She bit her lip again thoughtfully, “It’s not like actually having sex with someone though, is it? To me…it’d be more like a masturbation kind of thing. Sure it’d be very personal…and pretty intimate too…but not really what I would call cheating on one’s spouse. Do you know what I mean?”
I nodded, trying hard not to smile as she spoke and made my entire argument for me.
“Lastly,” She said, lowering her hand, “I don’t really know what to say about my age intimidating you. Even though I know there’s a big difference in our ages, I don’t personally feel a big difference when we’re together and talking…To me we’re just two good friends. Does that make sense to you.”
I nodded.
She smiled and leaned forward again. “Okay…listen.” She said softly, “I’m kind of going to go out on a bit of a limb here…but I’m going to be really honest, okay?”
I nodded again.
She bit her lip thoughtfully once more, “Would it be a big surprise to you if you knew that…that day you told me about your dream…I was actually kind of hoping that you would ask me about doing it for real?”
I stared at her, too stunned to even speak.
“And…” She continued, leaning back in her chair, “If you had…I’d have probably said, yes.”
I swallowed, looking into her eyes. My god, it seemed almost too incredibly good to be true. I had actually pulled off the smoothest manipulation I could have ever imagined. It had worked perfectly, I had planted the seed in her mind and allowed her react as if she were making the decision of her own accord.
“Wow.” I said softly, swallowing self-consciously. “You aren’t just teasing me about all this, are you? Because that’d be pretty cruel.”
She shook her head emphatically, “I’m being completely serious.” She said, “As much as I love to tease you sometimes, I’d never tease you about this.”
“Okay…Listen, Louise, I said, looking directly into her eyes, Don’t say things like this unless you’re absolutely serious about it…because…if I even thought, for one second, that there was even the slightest chance that you’d actually let me do that to you…I’d do it in a heartbeat.”
She smiled broadly. “A heartbeat? Well, all right then.” She said, turning her head to glance out the window at her kids. “All’s quiet right now…and with any luck, we could have at least a half an hour to ourselves before all hell breaks loose around her again.”
“You mean…right now?” I stammered, still a little shocked by the suddenness of the turn of events.
She nodded and smiled cheerfully. “Why not? You know how crazy things get around here most of the time…and this looks like a golden opportunity.”
I nodded, my heart and my imagination racing overtime.
“And…” She said with a little laugh, “I’m even wearing the damn bathing suit.”
She abruptly stood up and, after glancing out the window once more to check on her kids, held out her hand out to me, “Come on then, Mr. I’d do it in a heartbeat,” She said, “We’re actually going to have to be pretty quick about it.”
I stood and took her hand and let her lead me to the living room. As she entered the room she released my hand and crossed the room to the large picture window and pulled the venetian blinds closed.
“No sense letting the whole neighborhood in on it, is there?” She said.
She moved to the sofa and seated herself on the center cushion and smiled up at me and patted her lap. I stepped close to her and began unzipping the fly of my jeans.
“You probably shouldn’t take them all the way off,” She said, glancing toward the doorway leading to the kitchen, “Just in case.”
I nodded, pushing my jeans and my briefs down over my hips at the same time and letting them fall about my ankles. Even though I was almost vibrating with anticipation, my cock was still reasonably flaccid and semi-hidden by the length of my t-shirt. Louise smiled up at me once more and I stepped up to her and bent my knees, straddling her thighs and settling myself onto her lap.
She slipped her hands up to the shoulder straps of her bathing suit and slipped them from her shoulders, pulling the bodice down to her waist.
Her incredible breasts swung free of their restrictive confines and I stared down at her in unabashed admiration as I felt my cock becoming more and more rigid. Her breasts were even more stunningly beautiful than I had remembered. So very large and so perfectly formed that her cleavage was maintained even without support as they did not fall away from one another. Her flesh was very pale, the color and consistency of fresh cream, breathtakingly revealing how very little sunlight her breasts had ever been exposed to, if any at all. Her nipples were small and dark, the color of lightly creamed coffee, contrasting dramatically against the surrounding pale flesh. I reached with my hands and lovingly cupped her breasts, caressing them gently with my fingers. Her skin was so sleek and smooth it almost defies description, firm and yet so yieldingly pliant and malleable. I pressed the tips of her nipples, rolling them tenderly between my thumb and forefinger, and felt them respond. I watched as her dark areolas wrinkled and tightened and her nipples became provocatively erect, rising almost a half an inch from base to tip.
“You have a nice touch.” Said Louise very softly, looking from her breasts to my face.
“God, Louise.” I said softly, “You have absolutely the most amazing boobs I’ve ever seen.”
My cock became fully erect, the pink tip pushing up the front of my t-shirt to expose my erection.
Her eyes widened as my erection was suddenly revealed. “Oh!” She said softly. To my complete surprise, she reached between us and took my cock in her hands, stroking me very gently. She bent my cock to her breast, sliding the tip of my cock back and forth over her erect nipples, first one and then the other. I felt the ache of impending orgasm in the pit of my stomach and knew I would not last long.
I slid my hips forward, and she released me, sliding her hands over each side of my hips she pulled me to her as I pressed my erection into her cleavage.
“Oh, god.” I sighed, feeling her cool, smooth flesh against my cock. My orgasm was almost upon me and, for as much as I wanted to go slowly and savor each sensual moment with her, I knew I was beginning to lose control.
I reached between us and cupped her breasts, pressing them together and completely enclosing my cock firmly into her cleavage.
“Oh, god.” I sighed once more as I began to move my hips against her. I moved faster and faster with each thrust of my hips, feeling the swell of orgasm rising inside me. I cried aloud as my first ejaculation jetted between her breasts. I shuddered violently, crying out her name softly. Even in the delirium of orgasm I somehow had the presence of mind to know instinctively that calling out her name would personalize the intimacy for Louise. I released her breasts, holding them against me with the pressure of my hips, and cradled her head in my arms, pulling her against my chest. “Oh, Louise!” I moaned softly, breathlessly with each ejaculation. “Louise…Louise!” My semen inundated her cleavage and my cock slipped deliciously against her flesh, the slick wet sounds of my body against hers seemed to fill my ears.
Robert finally looks into her eyes, and he does so in a very distinct, calm fashion. Natalie almost looks away it’s so intense.
“I’m not looking at you because I’m extremely nervous to be in the presence of such a beautiful woman,” he says. “And if I look at that innocent face of yours for too long, I’m afraid I’ll mess it up.”
Still not sure what she’d do, Natalie wouldn’t mind now if he came.
“Honestly?”
“Well, the proof is in your hands,” says Robert, who then clearly stares at his pre cum, which has worked its way down three fingers on Natalie’s right hand. She sees this, and begins to form a question with her lips, but is interrupted before coming to a decision.
“OK, the overlapping grip now. Just –”
“Wait, close your eyes for a minute, all right?”
“Um, OK,” says Robert, who does.
After making sure he’s not peeking, Natalie carefully scoops up all of his pre cum with her right index finger while taking her top hand off his shaft. She holds it up for a moment, watching it drip down her knuckles, and then pops it into her mouth. Keeping a tight suction at the base, causing her cheeks to deflate, she slowly removes her finger, relishing the taste.
She starts to cum while swallowing his first sampling. Thrusting her left hand from his cock to down under her skirt, she rubs her clit furiously as the orgasm strengthens inside of her. She sucks clean the remaining fingers of her right hand while showering her left hand — all the while trying not to scream from the intense pleasure. Silent tears run down her cheeks as she convulses.
Losing her balance, Natalie falls to the right, stabilizing herself with her recently polished hand on the grass. She looks back while still cumming hard, and notices for the first time just what Robert was talking about earlier. The wall of rain is so thick that she can’t see past it at all, and she starts to feel a little woozy as she allows the mist from the falls to cool her face.
Her orgasm subsiding, Natalie delicately regains her position between his legs. She wipes away her tears and straightens her skirt once more. Still lightheaded, she goes to replace her hands on his cock after drying them on her shirt. When she completes the baseball grip, she spots her wedding ring for the first time and gasps.
“Are you OK?” asks Robert, quickly opening his eyes.
“Could you hand me my purse?”
Looking confused, he reaches over and lifts it off the bench. Natalie removes the ring and carefully places it inside before re-gripping his erection.
“Did you swallow it?”
She wants to tell him how great he tasted and how hard she came, but simply nods while thinking of her husband.
“Why didn’t you let me see?”
“You know why,” Natalie states. “Can we finish up now?”
“Yeah, of course,” he answers. “OK, for the overlapping grip, just place your right pinky in the slot between your left index and middle finger.”
She tries to, but it doesn’t look right.
“Well, not literally between them,” corrects Robert, trying to think of a way to explain it. “Here, let me.”
He reaches down and sets her right pinky on top of her left hand, aligning it between the first two fingers. Natalie is surprised that he took control like that, and watches his eyes the whole time.
“There you go,” he says, meeting her gaze. “You know them all now.”
“Thank you.”
She releases the grip and he helps her to her feet. Taking a seat on the bench, Natalie puts her wedding ring back on while Robert stares at the thick waterfall. His cock still jetting out from his pants, she splits her attention with it and his eyes until finally looking in the same direction.
“It’s really quite beautiful,” she says about the cascading water. “You said you had your first kiss here. I’ve been wondering - based on what we just did, did you do it for the first time here, too?”
“Only if we do it tonight,” he says sadly, without hesitation.
Natalie stifles another gasp, and then shakes her head before looking back at him.
“Is this the first time a girl has even touched you?”
He nods clearly while seemingly breathing a sigh of relief.
Natalie can’t believe it. Feeling like she’s somehow violated him, she wants to apologize, but instead asks, “Do you want to have sex with me?”
It was much more of a question than an offer, but she’s made up her mind now that she’ll do whatever he says.
“That’s completely up to you.”
She wasn’t counting on that. Pondering it for a while, mainly while staring at his still hard cock, she just can’t decide.
“What are you thinking?”
“I’m trying to convince myself that I did this for my husband. You know, he basically ordered me to take this lesson,” starts Natalie, who then glances at Robert, glad to see him looking into her eyes. “I’m thinking that we haven’t had sex in so long, and I don’t really even know why. I need to have sex now. Not NOW now, and maybe not with you, but with someone, and soon. I didn’t before tonight.”
She looks away and adjusts her wedding ring before continuing.
“I’m thinking that I hate my husband, and that I don’t want to be with him anymore,” Natalie says with a nod, but then quickly shakes her head. “But I shouldn’t complain. He’s really not that bad. I mean, it’s not like he beats me or anything.”
Pausing for a moment, she wonders why she keeps telling people that when they don’t even ask. Maybe because it’s not true.
“It’s just that so much has happened tonight. Not only this, but, well, just a lot of stuff. And I’m having a hard time thinking straight. I need to just be by myself right now,” explains Natalie, who stands up. “I’m sorry, but I have to go.”
After a warm exchange of smiles, she turns to leave.
“Wait a minute,” she says, seeing the waterfall. “How do I get out of here?”
“Oh, here, put my jacket over your head,” Robert insists. “Then just throw it back across.”
While taking it, she stares pointedly at his cock.
“How are you still like that?” she asks, referring to his unceasing arousal.
“Well,” he says with a chuckle, “this is my first time doing anything like this.”
“Me too.”
She briefly waits for Robert to zip up and follow, but he’s clearly lost in deep thought.
Carefully placing his coat over her head, Natalie walks through the water. Glad to see that it’s stopped raining, she tosses it back, but the rushing stream beats the leather down before it passes through, soaking the material.
Robert can’t suppress a laugh as he sees Natalie’s hand quickly save the jacket and drop it off on his side.
“Sorry!”
Exhaling deeply, Robert leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. Suddenly remembering something, he stretches out and retrieves his jacket from the grass. Cautiously searching the inside pocket, he slowly pulls out a small razor blade. Hesitantly shaking his head, Robert places it in the hip pocket of his pants.
Just then, seemingly out of nowhere, a beautiful young woman leaps through the waterfall and lands directly in front of him. Completely soaked, she begins wiping the water from her face.
“Oh, it’s so much warmer in here,” she says with her eyes shut.
If Robert thought Natalie looked like an angel, then he knows for sure that this girl is one. Shoulder length dark hair, perfect breasts highlighted by a drenched white t-shirt, short red skirt showing off long, athletic legs, and, after clearing away the rain, piercing green eyes.
“Are you Crystal?”
She nods slowly while hungrily staring at his cock.
“How long have you been there?”
After locking eyes with him for a moment, Crystal drops to her knees in the same spot recently vacated by her mother. Taking hold of his erection, she expertly performs the three grips while saying, “Baseball, interlock, overlap.”
Her freezing hands send a shiver through his body.
“That long, huh?”
“Sorry about my mom,” she says while starting to stroke his cock with her slick right hand. “She can be like that sometimes.”
With an ever present smile, Crystal’s small fingers become a blur as she beats Robert’s shaft with abandon, making him wince.
“Cumming,” announces Robert, desperately wanting to watch it spray all over her face.
But immediately after he said it, Crystal removed her hand, popped up off the ground, and quickly turned her back to him. Very confused, Robert tries to ask what she’s doing while groaning in gratification, but before he could get a word out, Crystal bends her knees and lifts her skirt. Wearing no panties, she grabs his cock and positions it below her pussy. While lowering her head to look it in, his first burst shoots across her chin.
Easing the still spurting head past her tight opening, Robert’s long but skinny cock slides in smoothly before meeting a strong resistance halfway.
Taking a deep breath exactly like her mother, Crystal sits down hard and rapidly rubs her clit as he breaks through - filling her completely with his cock and his cum. Screaming loudly in pain and pleasure as her orgasm blooms, Crystal’s cries echo off the still gushing downpour.
Adjusting to the new sensation, she rides Robert’s receding cock briefly before leaning back against him to catch her breath. Turning her head to look at him, she sincerely says, “I’ll see you next week for the second lesson. OK?”
When he glances down, she lifts his chin and forces him to look in her eyes.
“Promise me.”
Giving her a thankful and impressed glare, Robert definitively says, “I’ll be there.”
Her wide smile returning, Crystal closes her eyes and kisses him passionately, rubbing her cum covered chin against his. Once their lips part, Crystal’s eyes light up and she quickly rises to her feet. Before passing through the water, she turns to him.
“Now we’ve both had our first kiss here.”
Momentarily lingering in the threshold to shower herself clean, Crystal then picks up her drenched panties from the grass. Ringing them dry while starting to sprint, she almost trips while slipping them on. Flying down the driving range, she then runs past the practice green on her way to the parking lot.
Just now reaching her car while walking very slowly, Natalie spots her daughter’s bicycle, which is leaning up against the trunk, and freezes.
“I can’t believe you did that!”
Utterly shocked, Natalie spins around to see Crystal hurrying toward her. First noticing her drenched clothes, she feels like the worst mother in the world.
“What did you see?” she asks quickly. “How long were you there?”
“Long enough!” says Crystal in mock anger.
Completely breaking down, Natalie loses control.
“I’m so sorry, Crystal,” she says with tears welling up in her eyes. “Please forgive me.”
“Oh, Mom, it’s all right,” consoles Crystal, who hugs her mother. “It’s not like I’m scarred for life or anything.”
“You don’t hate me?”
“No, of course not. I love you.”
“You don’t know how much that means to me,” Natalie says, pulling her closer. “I love you so much, Crystal.”
“OK, OK,” she says, breaking the hug. “Get a grip, all right?”
“Well I think I already did that,” Natalie jokes, wiping away a tear.
“How did all that start anyway?” asks Crystal, who can’t wait to hear.
“Get in the car first. You’ll freeze out here.”
Checking out Robert’s car while climbing into her mother’s, Crystal shuts the passenger door. After putting her daughter’s bike in the trunk, Natalie joins her inside, escaping from the chilly air.
“So what happened? Tell me everything.”
“Crystal, you’re soaked to the bone!” exclaims Natalie, who retrieves her previously discarded black top from the back seat. “Here, put this on right now. And take off those socks and shoes or you’ll catch a cold.”
Natalie turns on the engine and the heater while her daughter changes shirts, briefly exposing her still erect nipples. Spotting the new shorts that her mom earlier dried her pussy with, Crystal pulls down her skirt and panties in one yank. Putting on the brown shorts, she tugs them low enough to hide the grass stains on her knees.
Picking up the cell phone while pulling out of the lot, Natalie dials a number.
“Who are you calling?” wonders Crystal.
“Tracy, have I got a story to tell you.”
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“Authors note: This could continue in subsequent parts if it gets a good response — voting and e-mail, which I’ll respond to quickly. And for those golfers out there — yes, Natalie and Crystal both now play Wilson’s fat shaft irons.”