The Demi-Denouement
Laura went home with Joanne after an evening that started in the late afternoon with Joanne's declaration of love and intent to seduce Laura and ended with a wild scene in a
Plaza
parking garage.
Joanne gave Laura towels and a washcloth and some miscellaneous toiletries, pointed her in the direction of the guest bedroom and hugged and kissed her goodnight.
Laura slipped off her pumps and pulled her little black dress over her head. She watched in the mirror as the satiny dress came off and decided she did look good naked as she ran her hands over her belly and breasts, stopping to thumb a nipple - and then pulling it until she sucked in a breath with a hiss.
She went to the bathroom. She brushed her teeth and washed her face again but decided to try an experiment on Joanne. Since Joanne liked Laura's natural scent, Laura would see just how far she liked it. Laura decided not to shower or even give herself a "sink bath" by washing her underarms and sex standing at the bathroom sink with a washcloth. She thought she was a bit ripe from the evening's activities and the 85 degree/80 percent humidity of an early summer Kansas City night but... Maybe that was just her "good girl" perception or maybe Joanne was a whole lot kinkier that Laura could begin to imagine. Laura would find out that both would be true.
She pulled her hair back loosely and put it in a scrungy. She slipped under the covers of the bed and turned out the bedside lamp but she couldn't sleep. The softness of the bed and the coolness of the sheets against her skin (she
never
slept in the nude) did nothing but add to the turmoil roiling through her mind and body.
Laura sat up in bed and without turning on the light she got up and padded across the thick carpet. She stopped midway to the chair where her dress laid; she was suddenly struck by the feel of the carpet against the soles of her feet and the way her breasts felt as they moved freely with her body. She'd never really taken notice. Laura started again for the chair and picked up her dress from the evening. She held it up by the shoulders to figure out its orientation. Once she'd figured out front from back she pressed her nose into the front of the dress at the level of her sex. It was her scent.
At first she was repulsed by the salty/tangy smell of her own musk mixed with sweat but then she pressed the dress into her face and held it there, closing her eyes and slowly deep breathing. She finally pulled the dress away from her face and held it against her body.
She liked it.
And for the first time in her 24 years of marriage she understood why Sam loved to smell her panties. She giggled quietly.
Sheesh! Men! They really are dogs,
she thought with a laugh.
Then, she held the dress out at arms' length and turned it so that the back was facing her. She hesitated for a moment and then quickly pressed the dress to her face and inhaled.
She found the slightly damp, very aromatic place where, in the sexual heat of the scene in the parking garage, Joanne had actually pulled her dress up and pressed her bare sex against Laura's hip and humped against her.
Oh God! Oh MY GOD! I like it!
Laura's mind screamed.
She was turned on by another woman's scent!
Laura felt the familiar flush spreading up her chest and face, her sex filling and lubricating and her nipples engorging. She couldn't believe it.
Did this mean she really was a lesbian or bisexual or just some silly woman who didn't really know anything about her own sexuality? Oh God!
she didn't know what to think of that.
Oh well,
she thought as she pressed the dress to her face again; her nose in the center of the damp spot as she rubbed her cheeks with the soft, cool material and fantasized being between Joanne's long legs. Then another thought came to her.
Laura took the dress away from her face, bowed her legs a bit and squatted slightly. She put her arms around the high back chair and pressed her mons against the upholstered edge of the high back sitting room chair.
Joanne had not been the first person to dry hump her; Sam had - sort of. When they going steady, Laura adamantly refused to even allow Sam to pet her when they were alone and kissing. But one night, Sam pressed her against the fender of her car and with a leg between her thighs, pressed tightly to her crotch, he humped against her while kissing her - feverishly – and whispering "dirty" things in her ear. Soon Sam ceased his humping and commanded her to get herself off.
God! She started to hump back against him!
That was her first orgasm ever with a man or any other person, for that matter.
Laura slowly undulated her hips against the chair, the trim of the upholstery providing a pleasantly rough surface working her clit up and down, sliding between her sex lips - getting easier with each pass as Laura got wetter - and rubbing her belly.
She smiled in the darkness then grunted as the upholstery had hit an especially sensitive spot sending waves up through her belly.
Sam knew what a "sexual animal" she was. Oh, yes, Sam knew. And, like a hunter, he pursued her and captured her. She'd never thought of it in those terms before. But now, she understood. Now she knew. She liked the thought.
As Laura's orgasm started to build she started making a series of small, high pitched, fluttering cries. Joanne, standing outside the bedroom door, heard the cries start and crescendo and then, moments later, the silence (she couldn't hear Laura's panting through the door). She smiled, pressed her hand and her forehead against the door and desperately wished she could go inside and hold her - and then make her come, again, and again, and as many times she could stay awake.
That will come soon enough, you randy old bitch,
Joanne told herself as she walked down the hall to her room.
Laura's orgasm was so intense she simply slid down the chair and lay on her back, panting. Her legs spread obscenely. She fell asleep there.
~~~~~~~~~
Joanne closed the door of her bedroom, kicked off her heels, pulled the spaghetti straps of her black satin sheath off her shoulders and shimmied out of it, leaving it in a puddle on the floor. She flopped down on her bed like a teenager; happy about the night had gone, except for the bizarre presence of the two women. She picked up the phone and dialed Marci's cell.
The cell answered but before anyone spoke Joanne said, "That was some performance tonight, love. More than I expected."
"Why thanks Annie, I always aim to please. When do I get to sink my cock into that sumptuous ass of
yours
?"
Joanne laughed hesitantly, not that big of fan of David. "David, how are you? We'll have to work out an appointment; I'd love to have you sodomize me after seeing you in action tonight," she lied. "Ah, where's my pet?"
"Oh, she's in the back seat, her face shoved in the seat as that little blond bitch fucks her with an absolute fucking monster of a strapon."
"Ah," Joanne wished she could see that. "Who in the hell were those two women? I think my girl's a bit shell shocked by it all, especially when that little Dyke came on to her."
David laughed, "Sorry, Annie, Marci thought she'd surprise you and add a touch of kinkiness. The older woman is Marci's secretary, Jennifer. She's in her late 30's. They get together at least three or four times a week. The little Dyke, as you call her, is Jennifer's bitch. Marci and I are discussing bringing her into our little family. And after tonight, shit!"
"Jesus David, is she even of legal age?"
"Barely. She's 19. She's an art student at the
Art Institute
.
"Christ, another one." Joanne said in a low voice.
"Beg pardon?"
"Oh, nothing David. Tell Marci to give me a call tomorrow."
"Will do."
"And thanks for the show."
"Our pleasure."
~~~~~~~~~~
Joanne showered, poured herself a nightcap, checked her email and then remembered Sam down in Baton Rouge. She looked at the clock. It was going on two and Sam said to call whatever the hour but Joanne knew he'd be occupied.
Still, she called his hotel room and got voice mail. She called back to the front desk and asked to be put through. The phone rang six times before the receiver clattered a few seconds and then thumped to the floor. Joanne smiled.
Oh please...please don't leave me like this...
Joanne heard 36 year old Charlotte Aimee Simone Sarazin begging Sam not to leave her, probably without an orgasm. 36 years old and a protégé of Joanne Durham, "CASS," Ms. Sarazin's nickname among her friends and family, was, with Sam's help, going to be the next Justice to sit on the Louisiana State Supreme Court in New Orleans.
Joanne heard the familiar crack of leather on naked skin and then frantic faux whispers of "yes" and "please, more." A thrill ran through Joanne's body as she wished she were on the other end of Sam's lash. But she would be would be soon enough. She smiled, whispered, "Goodnight my Master, my lover," and hung up.
~~~~~~~~~~
By a quarter of nine the next morning Joanne had finished her first cup of coffee and cigarette. She sat in the breakfast nook in her terrycloth robe and wondered what the day would be like. She lit another cigarette, made a call to Rico, one of Allyson's two husbands, then poured a cup of coffee and went to the guest room.
Joanne made a risky decision about the seduction and debauchery of Laura. She prayed that it would work.
She knocked gently on the door. There was no answer so she quietly opened the door. Looking like Venus in repose, an arm over her breasts and a hand covering her sex, Laura was still asleep on the floor. Joanne sat the coffee cup next to Laura's head and then sat on the floor next to her, watching her sleep.
Shortly Laura stirred, awakened by the aroma of the coffee.
"Hey," Joanne said.
"Ummmm," Laura stretched long and slowly then smiled, "hello!"
"I guess, since you are naked, laying on the floor of my guest room, we can't write off yesterday as some sort of dream or nightmare, eh?"
"Uh, no."
"So, how are you this morning?"
"Good, I think."
"Feel like letting me know what are relationship is?"
Laura hesitated a moment and looked away from Joanne, "Well, I'm still working for you, at least if you want me to. And I'm flattered by your feelings but...this is all so strange to me...Joanne," Laura moaned, "I don't know what to tell you.
"I'm laying on the floor, naked before you. I haven't showered since yesterday morning and I am a bit musky. I thought you'd just take me and that would settle things."
Joanne raised her eyebrows, "Take you?" she asked.
"Yeah. I don't know what to do." Laura spread her legs wide for Joanne sending up a cloud of her own pheromones. "You're bigger than me. You're older than me. If you want me, why don't you just force me?"
"Ah. I see. No, Laura," Joanne's tone was direct but gentle, "I will not take you without your express approval. I need to know you need me and want me, even if just a little to begin with. de Sade took his victims. That's a very important distinction between the Marquis and me: my pleasure comes from mutually agreed upon love and lust. I get no pleasure from taking someone against their will."
