by Maya Hess
I lifted a leg over the enamel roll-top edge of the tub and let loose a flicker of a smile as I saw Liz devouring the sight of my parted thighs. She placed a hand on my bottom, perhaps to guide me, perhaps to do as I had done to her in Lewis’s office, and allowed her touch to slide up my body as I sat down in the sudsy hot water.
‘Mmm, two baths in as many days,’ I said, lying back and closing my eyes. The bubbles didn’t quite cover the spread of my breasts as I settled in the deep bath and I lifted one leg out of the water to run my hands down its length. ‘What luxury,’ I said and Liz stroked my forehead with her wet hand. She began to gently massage my temples, dispersing the tension that had been building up over the last few days. Even discussing my apparently futile case so briefly with Lewis had sent tight, aching lines through my head, neck and shoulders.
‘I don’t think I’ll ever get my home back,’ I said with my eyes closed, while Liz’s fingers worked magic around my eyes. ‘I’m just going to have to accept that Kinrade’s there to stay and the closest I’m ever going to come to my inheritance is by being its cleaner.’
‘Sshh, don’t think about that now. I can feel you tensing up.’ Liz’s voice dropped a couple of tones and even her words helped to soothe me. She walked her fingers down my face and onto my shoulders before stroking around my breasts and I knew, without even looking, that my nipples would be peeking out from beneath the bubbles.
‘I’m going to wash you first and then you can come and lie beside the fire and I’ll massage you all over. Sound good?’
‘Wonderful,’ I said, ‘but what about you? You must be stressed from all that shopping.’ I opened one eye and giggled. ‘Did you see how Lewis was looking at you in your new lingerie?’
‘Did you see the massive hard-on he had, more like,’ Liz replied. ‘Like most men, he’s a sucker for sexy undies.’
Briefly, I thought of Marco and his simple and basic desire for a naked body. The less clothing the better, in his opinion. And if he was able to ravage his naked lover in the sunshine or beside a lake or, and this was his favourite, with the risk of being caught then he was a happy man. That was why, I supposed, I had never bothered buying lacy knickers or bras or even considered anything as extravagant as Liz’s new lilac lingerie.
‘Do you have a lot of naughty undies?’ I asked, hoping she would have something to fit me. I fancied experimenting.
‘Drawers full and it all comes from the little boutique in town. They import it from France.’ Liz’s hands were resting on my stomach. ‘I bet we could find something for you to put on after your bath. She dragged her hands down my tummy, spreading out and avoiding the bit I wanted her to touch most and then down my legs to my ankles. ‘You have lovely long legs. I wish mine were this slim.’ Liz glanced down at her body, still clothed, and sighed.
‘You have a gorgeous figure and like you said earlier, everyone’s made differently.’
Liz took my compliment to as a cue to stand up and remove her blouse and short skirt, hanging each item carefully over a chair. Again I was faced with the sight of her in her new corset, thong and sheer stockings but more intriguing than this, way more delectable than the expensive lingerie, was what Lewis had said to me in the beach cottage: that Liz had already decided that I was the one. I was her ultimate fantasy.
‘I decided to wear it home. It makes me feel so…’ – Liz looked at the ceiling for a second – ‘so indecent!’
I sat up in the bath so that my face was level with the tiny triangle of sheer lace that disappeared between her pale thighs. How I wanted to lean forward and plant a tiny kiss on the barely visible strip of dark hair that nestled behind her new panties. How I knew I would never dare do such a thing.
Liz took a large natural sponge and added a dose of rose-scented body wash. She began with my back and lathered up and down my spine, her fingers brushing against the sides of my breasts as her strokes swept under my arms.
‘That feels so good. You have no idea what aches and pains I have from sleeping on a bed made from a couple of ancient armchairs.’ I dropped my head back and hugged my knees as Liz rubbed my back vigorously. Gradually, she worked her way over my shoulders, down my arms, across my stomach, although very gently, and up and down my legs with brisker strokes again.
‘Lie back,’ she instructed. ‘I can’t reach all of you if you sit like that.’ She guided me back into the nest of bubbles and discarded the sponge in the water. Then both her hands began to slosh water over my breasts and she fondled them tenderly, making sure she drew my nipples into hard buds once again.
This is fine, I thought. One woman tending to another’s needs. It’s a feminine thing to do. This is OK, I convinced myself, but I couldn’t help the little gulp of air in my throat as a hand slipped between my legs and ever so gently began to knead my inner thighs. I felt her wrist brushing against my mound and she even parted my lips once or twice unintentionally as she reached deep down to give my buttocks a playful squeeze.
‘You like that?’ she asked as I whimpered again. I nodded, not sure if I wanted her to go further.
Suddenly, our matching fantasies – to be intimate with another woman – seemed a dangerous game to play. True, I had never felt so comfortable being naked in front of a woman before. True, too, that I knew she harboured a desire to experiment specifically with me. What I was worried about was that I would let her down, that I wouldn’t be able to satisfy her in the way that Lewis could.
Then the answer to my worries called out from downstairs.
‘I’m home.’ Lewis approached, every footstep a second nearer to him witnessing his wife with her hands between another woman’s legs, and, spurred on by her husband’s approach, Liz dared to ease a finger into the groove between the lips of my pussy. With the warm water and Liz’s foreign touch, I knew that nothing short of several orgasms would settle the unreal feelings that enveloped me as thoroughly as the water.
The door opened and Lewis was standing, hands in his pockets, peering through the steam and attempting to focus on what was going on. He half smiled, half-frowned when he noticed where Liz’s hand was nestled.
‘You couldn’t wait?’ he asked, approaching his wife from behind as she knelt beside the bath. He admired how the lace of her new lingerie decorated her skin and delivered two sensual kisses either side of her neck before peering into the bath. ‘You dirty little thing,’ he said to me. ‘Make sure you get her sparkling clean, Liz. That way it’ll take us longer to make her filthy again.’
Lewis and Liz exchanged glances and Liz continued to probe with her slender fingers between my pussy lips. I couldn’t prevent my hips from rising and falling in the water, causing her fingertips to rub my bubble-filled cleft. I wasn’t sure who I wanted most – Liz and her unfamiliar yet gentle way with my body or Lewis, who I knew was capable of filling me up and levering me to an incredible orgasm. As I bathed in the bubbles and the sensations from Liz’s fingers, I decided that both of them would be nice.
‘How exactly do you propose to make me dirty?’ I asked them.
‘Shouldn’t be too hard,’ Lewis commented while playing with Liz’s short hair. ‘I think you’re a natural when it comes to being grubby. What about your behaviour the other evening, for instance? Liz, I’ll have you know that it was all Ailey’s fault that I came home to you spent and satisfied.’
Liz turned and looked up at Lewis, winking at the same time as running a finger neatly between my lips, prising them apart in the water. I arched my back at the fragility of her touch. No man had ever dealt with me this lightly.
‘Little hussy,’ she directed at me. ‘Messing about with my husband, huh?’ I nodded shamefully, going along with their game. ‘I had to work extra hard to get him aroused all over again. I was so desperate for him to come home and when he did, he smelled of you.’
‘Liz already knows what you taste like,’ Lewis added. He clamped his arms around his wife’s body and burrowed two fingers beneath her flimsy thong, searching for some
thing warm and moist. I could see the needy tremble in his arms as he worked, the same urgency mirroring in his face as the prospect of having two women to deal with dawned on him. Lewis’s fingers never did find the treat they were seeking because Liz pulled away and fetched a towel off the heated rail.
‘Time to get dry.’ She held out the soft towel and gestured for me to stand up. Lewis looked out of place in his work trousers and shirt and would no doubt have willingly shed his clothes but stood motionless, gawping at the sight of his sexily dressed wife attending to my needs. He was silent as Liz helped me from the bath, the bubbles sliding from my clean skin, and remained that way as she dabbed and patted me to remove the excess moisture. She didn’t, however, attempt to dry my breasts or between my legs and I shivered as the air cooled my wet skin.
‘Lewis, you see that the fire is stoked so that Ailey doesn’t catch her death while I dress her up into a little treat.’
The implication was, as far as I could discern, that I would become a kind of edible fancy for the adventurous couple. That they were older, more experienced and obviously far more daring than me made me suspect that even if I had not been a willing party, I would have found it nearly impossible to prise myself from their tempting lair. I was their prey. I was excited. I followed Liz into her bedroom and watched as she pulled item after item of exotic lingerie from a drawer.
‘Ah, here they are.’ Liz carefully placed a tiny pair of scarlet panties on the bed and then began to sift through her wardrobe. ‘And this will get his blood pressure soaring.’ A flimsy red and black garment slid off the hanger and joined the matching panties while Liz grinned at me. The towel was draped loosely around my body and apart from that I wore nothing but a widening smile and a bemused expression that hadn’t really left my face since the day I arrived on the island.
‘Is that our aim?’
‘He’s going to need a paramedic by the time we’re done.’
‘Done?’
‘Put these on,’ Liz instructed, answering my question with an exaggerated pout. ‘And get yourself in the mood.’
I didn’t intend to argue with her. While my conscience wasn’t entirely clear – I still had Connor rattling in my mind – I instinctively knew that in a couple of hours I would be feeling as delicious and outrageous as I had when I’d bound and spanked Dominic. If only I could convince myself that none of it was my fault, that my stolen thoughts were responsible for my irrational behaviour, then I would feel a whole lot better about slipping into the garments that lay on the bed.
I stared at the sheer red fabric. I felt certain that Connor would be poring over my diary with Steph nestled beside him. The thought made me even more determined to play Liz and Lewis’s games although I couldn’t help wondering what Connor would think of me if he discovered what I’d been up to. An ache gripped the pit of my belly, a needy, desperate ache that would exist as long as Connor wasn’t mine. I hoped he would be jealous as hell.
‘Oh, Connor,’ I said out loud, my imagination noisily crossing the boundary into reality. But I quickly realised that messing about with Liz and Lewis had no bearing on whether Connor was attracted to me. It was thankful distraction, especially as he was most likely spilling himself into Steph at that very moment, while I was considering how I’d look in Liz’s little red baby doll number. ‘I love it,’ I said, hoping she hadn’t heard what I’d said before. I forced and jammed and kicked Connor out of my mind. I couldn’t quite close the door, though.
I stood in front of the full-length mirror, balancing on my toes. Liz had said that ideally I should be wearing high heels, but hers were a little too small for me. While she sought out some make-up, I admired my new appearance. It felt strange wearing someone else’s panties but I enjoyed the feeling of the thin strap running between my legs and couldn’t help admiring the way the band of lace pulled up high on my hips, emphasising the length of my legs. I didn’t think I needed heels at all.
‘Lewis bought that for me last birthday. He’d love to see you in it.’ Liz approached me with a scarlet lipstick and carefully streaked it on my lips. I’d never worn such a vibrant colour and if I hadn’t been adorned in the naughty lingerie I would have felt ridiculous. As it was, I was beginning to realise why men loved all this stuff so much.
‘Let me fix your hair.’ Liz had to stand on tiptoe herself as she swept a brush through my long hair. The bathroom steam had added waves and gloss and the darkness of it against my pale face and scarlet lips made me feel as if I’d been touched by the devil.
Suddenly, greedily, I wanted Liz all for myself.
‘Let your hair fall forward, like this. It looks really sexy.’ She pressed against me, the fullness of her breasts melding around my back, her voice slow and winding like smoke curling from a winter bonfire.
‘Do you think so?’ I played with my hair but found myself turning away from the mirror and facing Liz. ‘Do you think I’m attractive?’
‘Lewis will adore –’
‘Do you think I’m attractive, I said.’ For some reason, my eyelids felt heavy and my cheeks flushed strawberry as I realised how provocative I was being. The new, impulsive me, when faced with the thrill and danger of Dominic at Creg-ny-Varn, had acted impetuously and without a care for the consequences. Now, more practised in the art of spontaneous seduction, I quickly plotted and considered how I could charm Liz and keep her all to myself. One thing was certain: I wanted to make love to her more than anything. Even more than Lewis had told me she wanted me.
‘You are as beautiful as the sea,’ she said, smiling, her rich voice again filled with experience and poise. She dabbed beneath my lip, wiping away smeared lipstick. ‘And in that naughty little get-up, you’re irresistible.’
I glanced down at my body. My breasts just showed through the gossamer weight of the scarlet fabric, appearing larger for some reason, while my still damp stomach was exposed through the deep slit up the front, allowing a clear view of the tiny panties I was wearing. I’d never felt so sexy.
‘Touch me, if I’m irresistible.’ To indicate where I’d like Liz to touch me, I lifted up the fine net so that it shrouded my face like a veil. I closed my eyes. For a moment, I felt nothing and imagined that Liz was staring at me blankly, her open mouth a sign of her shock, truly believing that I was shameless. If only she knew how far from the truth that was. I was simply tumbling through an adventure, initially fuelled by my lost inheritance but now powered by far more potent emotions.
Her open mouth came down upon the tanned skin of my belly, just below my navel, sketching a wet line down to the top of the tiny knickers. I drew in a breath and held it for safekeeping, capturing the loveliness of the moment for ever. Liz moved slowly, pressing her tongue into my skin as she dropped lower so that finally her lips and teeth nipped at the rim of lace decorating the thong she had dressed me in. My breath escaped in an encouraging whimper.
‘Get on the bed,’ I heard someone say and then, as Liz went to lie on the quilt, I realised it must have been me. I touched where her mouth had been and then followed her to the bed. She looked stunning in her expensive French lingerie with her breasts vying for space beneath the lace and her misty eyes drawing me closer. She lay on her back, her fingers resting on the teasing expanse of naked skin between her corset and knickers, and I couldn’t help folding myself around her legs and letting my mouth do what she had just done to me.
But unlike me, who had let out a breathy gasp in a vain attempt to hide the desire I harboured for another woman, Liz quickly began to pant and moan in response to my kisses and licks. She rocked her hips as I peeled aside the fresh lacy triangle at the top of her legs to reveal a neat patch of blonde hair that dissolved into her creamy skin.
I gazed at her, my eyes dizzy from the sight and my mind woozy from her scent. The very core of another woman was inches from my face and I don’t know how long it took me to lower my mouth to the dainty pout that she offered up, or even how I separated her soft lips with my tongue. But I do reme
mber the first taste of her juice as clearly as my first sip of an exotic cocktail. Liz was blended to perfection with just the right amount of musk to send a tremble of need down my spine and plenty of sweetness to make me salivate for more. As my tongue flicked through the delicate groove of her pussy, I realised why men desired women so much.
I thought of Marco and his rough search of my body every time he took me in the heat of the day; I recalled how Dominic had slipped his fingers inside me as he told of Ethan Kinrade’s loneliness, their presence an indication of his boss’s need. I recalled, too, Liz’s own husband as he had taken me so suddenly in the beach cottage and realised that if this was what a man experienced each time he explored a woman, then it was a wonder our bodies weren’t constantly being looted.
I removed Liz’s panties completely, allowing her to spread her legs wide and offer a total view of her pussy. Lying beside her, as her fingers brushed tenderly through my hair, I began to take small, interested laps from the tip of her mound down to the gentle spread of her bottom as it melded into the quilt. Never before had I seen another woman at this close range. I was fascinated and driven wild by the possibilities. At that moment, I didn’t want Lewis to spoil our fun and I didn’t even want Connor or Dominic or Kinrade to invade my head with the complications that each of them presented. I just wanted to devour Liz – although she had other ideas, which included her being allowed a fair share of me. After all, it was her fantasy in the first place that drew us together and as I lay amongst the pillows, with Liz taking her turn on my body, prising open every possible place with her fingers and tongue and driven forward by my little moans of delight, as all this was happening to me, I became more determined than ever to fulfil the mission that I had set out to achieve.