by Primula Bond
As Eloise started to rifle through silky dresses and knickers Mimi lifted Eloise’s thick hair and started pressing her fingers across the plates of her skull, massaging her scalp in a soothing motion.
‘A makeover, I think,’ she murmured, as if to herself. ‘Shower first, then hair.’
Mimi led a drowsy Eloise across the soft carpet to the bathroom and started to run the water in the shower. Scented steam hissed out of the cubicle. Mimi unbuttoned Eloise’s blouse before she knew what was happening.
Eloise felt even more shy than she had with Cedric, even when she was riding him like a bronco in front of a window full of watching strangers. But why? Was it the rapt attention Mimi was lavishing on her? Her exotic beauty? The dizzying scents and warmth of her bedroom? The fact that she was undressing her as if she owned her, singing under her breath as she unhooked the pale green bra Eloise was wearing to match the tunic?
‘Everything off,’ Mimi murmured, and Eloise obediently kicked off her tight denim shorts, her skin plumping out with relief at being free.
Mimi’s eyes gleamed. Her hand went up to her throat and stroked the tender skin just above her breastbone.
‘Oh my, what a treasure I’ve unwrapped! See how good you look naked,’ she breathed huskily, stepping close and circling Eloise’s waist with her hands. ‘These long legs, I didn’t notice those before. And these breasts, which I did notice. They could star in a portrait all of their own!’
Her dress was slipping elegantly off one smooth shoulder as she looked at Eloise with a witch-like intensity in her black eyes. Eloise blushed and stepped quickly into the shower and sprayed off the dust and sweat of a London day. She frothed the soap over her skin, buffing the blood so that her whole body tingled, holding her face under the needles of harsh spray until she was totally invigorated.
She turned the water off and groped about for a towel, and Mimi was there, rubbing her dry.
‘I can’t help it, Eloise.’ Mimi rested her cheek against Eloise’s face. ‘You have no idea how cute you are.’
Eloise stood perfectly still, motionless with shock. Mimi took her silence for consent and kissed her cheek, moving her mouth slowly, her lips so warm and sweet that Eloise couldn’t breathe.
Mimi pulled away and laughed softly. ‘I just can’t resist a challenge. If you haven’t been touched by a woman before, I want to be the first one.’
Mimi’s hands slid down Eloise’s ribcage, over her hips, and round to her bottom, before stroking up again. Suddenly she whisked the towel away. They both gasped as Eloise’s breasts thumped softly into Mimi’s waiting hands, the nipples shrinking instantly into stiff points. A new ball of lust rolled in her stomach as Mimi moulded her breasts in her palms. She paused, then pressed them together, each forefinger circling each raspberry nipple.
Eloise couldn’t look at her face. Her legs were shaking. To steady herself she went to grab Mimi’s shoulder, but by accident, or not, her hand fell on the neck of Mimi’s dress. It slithered away like a shy animal, falling off like a skin, and then one brown breast was exposed, round and ripe, with an incredibly large, chocolate coloured nipple sprouting in the middle. Mimi was casting her spell. The ball of lust in Eloise lurched, forbidden and intoxicating, seizing her with the violent, unthought-of urge to crush Mimi’s swollen red mouth with hers, but even more perverted, to lick at that chocolate nipple, knowing it would harden with pleasure, knowing it would elongate and spring against her teeth.
Mimi guided Eloise back into the bedroom, where there was a huge, Venetian mirror dominating one wall. Eloise straightened, gazing at her pale, curvaceous, clean body prickling with all this untried pleasure. Mimi was smiling over her shoulder as her hands slid over Eloise’s tingling breasts and away again. Eloise’s green eyes, set wide apart, grew larger as she watched the brown fingers start to stroke down her stomach. Mimi’s breath was so warm on Eloise’s still-damp neck.
‘Are you going to show me some dresses?’ Eloise stammered into the silence.
‘In a minute, sure. I’m going to transform you into a princess. But we can’t have you going into battle without being warmed up, can I?’
‘Battle?’
‘You have no idea. Hanging out with that brood all weekend and coming up with award winning images. Cedric will expect nothing less, you know.’
Her idea of warming up meant walking her fingers down to Eloise’s tawny bush, still curling and dark from the shower water. Her thighs parted eagerly, even though her legs were still shaking. Mimi’s fingers paused, then tip-toed into the hidden crack, sliding down between lips until she reached the secret opening located there, then whisking up again.
Eloise stared at her reflection, her mouth gasping open. There was only one thing she wanted to do right now. Amazed at herself, she pulled Mimi roughly round so that they were breast to breast. Eloise pushed her still open mouth on to Mimi’s. Her lips were like cushions, giving softly, letting Eloise try this out. She pushed harder, feeling a thrill at this tiny exercise in domination.
It felt so strange, making a move like this, like being a man. Yet Eloise had never felt more feminine.
Eloise flicked her tongue out and there was Mimi’s, tickling the corner of Eloise’s mouth. Eloise sucked it in against her teeth, and felt it probing, like a wee penis. Eloise nearly passed out with the shocking pleasure of it, made all the more intense as Mimi kissed her passionately, all the while stroking Eloise’s pussy until it was vibrating with desire.
The two women started to writhe against each other, kissing greedily, their quiet female moans turning them on even more. Mimi pressed closer, her fingers probing up Eloise’s cunt while her thumb relentlessly circled and teased Eloise’s clit until sparks exploded in her head.
Eloise couldn’t reach Mimi’s pussy but grabbed her buttocks instead and spread them open. As her fingers slipped inside the warm crevice to explore this unknown place, she glanced sideways and saw the twin profile in the mirror, the pale body and the caramel coloured, hands roving greedily, her breasts and Mimi’s breasts rubbing in sexy friction to keep their nipples rock hard.
Ecstasy started lapping at her, shafting out of Mimi’s fingers. Fingers and thumb playing her like a violin. Eloise wanted more than anything to do the same for this gorgeous woman, and she pushed her fingers urgently into Mimi’s pussy, too, kissing her passionately, feeling the other woman’s pussy sucking and tightening around her fingers, but it was suddenly too much, too soon. Waves of pleasure radiated like stars and Eloise moaned as the climax came, hot and quick.
They both sank to the carpet, still kissing but more gently now. Mimi’s cunt was still twitching and moist, her long eyelashes fluttering against Eloise’s cheek like butterflies.
‘Wait for me, wait, we’re not finished,’ Eloise whispered into that luscious wet mouth as she pushed her fingers harder inside Mimi’s cunt, instinctively knowing what to do and how rough to be. Mimi fell back onto the carpet and Eloise crouched over her, taking that chocolate nipple into her mouth and feeling it push against the roof of her mouth as she sucked it. Mimi bucked and arched with pleasure, pushing her breasts upwards as Eloise fucked her with her fingers until she moaned and screamed and came beneath her.
Above them, the mannequin’s head had tilted to enjoy the view.
The numbers in the house had swelled as the evening wore on, and other guests had joined the party. Mimi led Eloise into the dining room. Her floaty virginal dress was a replica of Mimi’s, only white. It was cut so low that her breasts wobbled precariously as if about to tumble out but were actually contained in cleverly constructed invisible cups, her nipples clearly visible against the delicate lace. The material fell away from her hips, revealing the pink cleft between her legs as she moved in the slow, sensuous way the dress invited.
They walked in, arms entwined, and the room fell quiet.
‘Remember, princess,’ Mimi whispered in her ear. ‘Intimate moments.’
She sat down at one end of the table oppos
ite Cedric, and a small man on the far side of the table pulled out the only other vacant chair for Eloise. Cedric ignored her, but all three of the youngsters, still wearing their gothic outfits and black wigs and dripping with jet jewellery, stared as if they’d never seen her before. What planet were they on? Yes, she was wearing a gorgeous dress and Mimi had brushed her hair into a burnished curtain, but was this really such a transformation? Was she really so dowdy and plain before?
Yes, she heard Jake mutter. And that’s the way I liked you.
Across the table Mimi went into action. Her luscious red mouth pouted and smiled as she pinned a shy young man with glossy dark curls back in his chair with her charm. He was obviously a friend of one of the sons and looked like a prime stag caught in headlights.
A salmon mousse appeared, and Eloise fell upon it, suddenly ferociously hungry. And when she’d finished that, and two glasses of wine, she was also hungry for some attention. Neither Mimi nor Cedric caught her eye. The conversation was loud around the table, in various languages, and everyone started flirting and gesticulating exaggeratedly.
The man beside her talked pleasantly in a strong French accent about the perfume industry. Eloise laid her arm across the back of his chair, smiling sweetly as she relished the food, the wine, the candlelight, the wispy drape of the dress across her limbs. Not to mention the deep aching in her cunt from Mimi’s fingers – and Cedric’s cock just days before.
The attention came from her neighbour. He started to stroke her thigh, bare beneath the flimsy dress. He leaned in hungrily so that his nose was level with her just-covered nipples. One or two men started craning their necks to see what was happening up her end of the table. Eloise’s neighbour lifted his glass to drink and tipped it sideways, spilling white wine right across her chest. She gasped out loud as the cold liquid trickled down between her breasts.
‘Excusez-moi!’ The little man flicked out his napkin and started dabbing painstakingly, snuffling his nose into her cleavage as he tried to dry her. The napkin tickled her skin, starting up little pin-pricks of pleasure in her nipples.
He saw her reaction, and still talking he allowed his other hand to claw the dress up her leg. Across the table she could see Mimi’s hand stealing under the table and into the young man’s lap. Eloise parted her legs. Her sapphic encounter with Mimi upstairs had made her hypersensitive to any touch, by anyone. She let the man push her dress right up, his stubby fingers to stumble into her warm bush, realised the entire table was staring at them now. She lifted one foot on to the arm of his chair so everyone could see even more. Her head swam with the idea of leading him on, getting pleasure, making his day, and being watched.
Across the table the cloth jerked up and down under the young man’s plate as Mimi massaged his prick. He gaped helplessly, biting his lips to contain the yelp of lust threatening to burst out. Eloise’s Frenchman scrabbled his fingers inside her even more frantically as their hostess masturbated her young guest. Everyone watched until there was one final thrust under the tablecloth.
The guy sank back in his chair just as Eloise’s own gush of pleasure overcame her.
And across the table Mimi winked, licking drips of creamy dessert off her spoon.
Chapter Four
Eloise collapsed on the bed in her pretty guest bedroom with the amazing view from the balcony over the river. It was the early hours, and she was pissed, but she still had a job to do. She picked up her camera to scroll through the pictures she’d taken so far and edit any that didn’t work.
She was pleased with the classical, almost comically stiff, compositions of the family portraits. The poses, the lighting, the setting, all was perfect. But then a couple more images flicked by. She was about to delete them because they seemed to be blurry and out of focus when she realised that they weren’t hers. They were taken through a doorway, or window, and they were of two women, one pale and naked, the other dark and half dressed.
And reflected in the mirror behind them were the ecstatic faces of her, and Mimi, fingering each other earlier that evening.
She bit her lip, smiling to herself at the memory of that woman’s hands, mouth, fingers. But she couldn’t work out how the handful of images had got there. The only explanation was that she’d left the camera on self timer, except that she was certain she’d packed it carefully away. Either way, the pictures, out of focus as they were, were sexy enough to get her heart pounding again.
There was a knock at the door. She roused herself to answer and Rick, the older of the two sons, and his shy friend with the dark curls sauntered in.
‘Hey, boys, it’s very late,’ Eloise murmured, holding the camera in front of her like a shield and crossing her legs. ‘Everything all right?’
‘Sure. I just wanted to introduce you to my mate from uni, Freddy,’ drawled Rick, surprising her by tugging off his tumbling black curled wig and revealing the same silky blond hair as his sister. ‘He’s going to study photography next year and we thought you might give him some tips.’
Eloise sighed. ‘I’d love to, but not tonight, eh? I’m exhausted.’
Rick smiled. He had a gorgeous wide grin and cheekbones like Nureyev. Freddy looked like a sheepish but hunky Mexican bandit.
‘A night cap, then?’
Rick stood up and went to the cabinet in the corner of the guest room, and poured out three glasses of golden brandy. Eloise took one and kicked off her shoes.
‘How was it for you down there at dinner, then, Fred?’ Rick joked, as they lounged on the rug by the fire. ‘Mimi’s fingers wrapped round your cock?’
Eloise choked as the brandy went down the wrong way, but it broke the ice. Even the embarrassed Freddy laughed as she coughed and spluttered.
‘I don’t think we should be talking about her like that!’ Eloise blushed furiously. She fiddled with the CD player on the table beside her. A cool, sexy sax silenced the boys’ sniggering.
‘But you think she’s hot, too, don’t you?’ Rick topped up their glasses. ‘I could see it your face when you both came in to dinner.’
‘She’s gorgeous, sure.’ Eloise wriggled on her chair. ‘But I’m not gay or anything.’
‘Anyone with eyes and a pulse would fancy her. She’s got a mouth like Angelina Jolie, tits like Jordan’s but totally natural, and that forty a day voice,’ persisted Rick. ‘Come on, you only met Mimi this afternoon. How come you looked so, like, glued together when you came in to dinner?’
They were both staring at her. It felt pretty damn good, two gorgeous young men at her feet. Eloise responded in the only way she knew how. By raising her camera. And it had the desired effect. The two boys instantly forgot the outrageous things they’d been saying and arranged themselves into dissolute poses, all pouting mouths, arrogant profiles, and lazy limbs. Though Freddy was undoubtedly the more masculine of the two with his square jaw and muscled arms, it was Rick she was contracted to photograph, and so Rick was the one she concentrated on.
‘We shouldn’t be talking about your mother like that,’ she murmured finally, putting down the camera. Her head swam wonderfully as the brandy warmed her veins and the boys sat back, still staring at her. Particularly Fred, who had lust written all over his handsome features.
‘Oh, Mimi’s not my mother!’ Both boys laughed even more. ‘She’s my new step-mother! That’s why she was allowed to make free with my poor mate under the table. No one says no to Mimi Epsom. Dad’s a stud at the best of times, but even she’s running him ragged since they got married. She looks like she’s permanently on heat!’
‘That explains a lot.’ Eloise walked unsteadily over to the fireplace and stared at herself in the huge mirror. ‘All that newly wedded bliss.’
‘But I didn’t think she had a thing for women until this evening. So what went on between you and Mimi before supper? Did she come on to you in the bedroom when she was getting you all dressed up?’
‘God, you’re like a dog with a bone!’ Freddy kicked Rick. ‘Can’t you see how red s
he’s getting?’
‘I’m a little tired, boys,’ she murmured.
‘You’re the one with the bone, mate,’ Rick persisted, running his hand over his crotch. ‘You’re the one who’s had Mimi’s little hand pumping on your cock.’
Freddy spluttered. ‘Maybe she thinks you’re off limits!’
‘Well, I’m not. I’ve had the hots for her ever since Dad first brought her home, and I want to know what she’s like. What her hand felt like. What she’s like in the sack. Give me a break, guys! Fantasising about her might be the only action I get tonight, for God’s sake!’
Freddy guffawed unkindly, and Eloise giggled.
‘She is very, very sexy, yes, and I don’t think she’ll stop until she gets what she wants.’ Eloise spoke softly, pressing her cheeks between her hands as she went and sat in the low armchair by the fire. ‘She rubbed me dry after I came out of the shower, and then she kissed me. My first kiss with a woman.’
‘Oh God, I bet that was divine.’ Rick knelt up and put his hands on the arms of the chair. ‘Show me what she did.’
Eloise bit her lip, then ran her lips across Rick’s mouth. She could feel how smooth and boyish his skin was, but also the rough bristles coming up on his chin. His mouth opened slightly, and she tickled her tongue across his bottom lip, warming with pleasure when she felt the lust shudder through him.
‘You bastard, Rick,’ breathed Freddy, watching them. ‘You know I fancied Eloise!’
‘Guys, guys, cool it. I’m not some kind of trinket!’ Eloise pushed Rick away from her. ‘You’re both – well, pick on someone your own age.’
‘You’re only a couple of years older than me. Mimi’s ancient,’ Freddy muttered. ‘But Rick still wants her.’
‘Shut it, Freddy. She’s Dad’s trophy wife. Thirty-five, tops. So, tell us more about her, Eloise. What happened next?’ Rick elbowed his friend so that he fell back on the floor.
‘You’re not going to give this up, are you?’ Eloise sighed. ‘Well, she pulled the towel off, so I was naked.’ They waited, mouths hanging open. ‘We stood in front of the mirror, so we could see what was going on. And then she touched me. On my stomach.’ Eloise touched herself there. ‘My breasts.’ She fanned out her fingers and cupped her almost bare breasts over the flimsy lace. They were bouncing with her heartbeat. ‘And my pussy.’ She paused, teasing them, teasing herself, refusing to move her hands further down even though their little tongues were hanging out now. ‘She touched me everywhere. And then we kissed again.’