I thought the Ferry Tales were finished. Then I had an email from Pushpa, which, by luck, found me in Spain, working in one of the advanced English language courses I participate in. Pushpa and I keep in touch, in case we can coincide in space and time, and yet again gratify each other. I had relayed her account of the week with Alex and Sasha (Chapter 6), and, not long after, she had returned for a short break with mother and daughter, and now she and Alex were returning on the ferry, and wondered if I might like share a cabin. Naturally, I was overjoyed at the prospect, looking forward to the deep labia, shapely breasts and ejaculatory orgasms of the woman I had heard so much about. Who was, too, an experienced lesbian. Alex was clearly extending her experience quickly. And, of course, my own vulva and vagina would also be skilfully attended to.
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As I expected, Alex turned out to be about my own height and well provided with bosom and bottom, the latter a little less generously proportioned than my own, I guessed, before it was made nakedly available. Being twenty years younger, her breasts were firmer, so more prominent than mine. Though, I must add, mine are not bad for a woman in her mid-sixties.
I won't dwell on our meeting, eating and retiring to the cabin, and I won't cut to the chase, because there was no fugitive to be headed off at the pass, nor pursuing posse. Rather, it was pussy, not posse, which was the quarry, and it was certainly not fugitive. The pass, or passes, the pussies, were, too. more caves than defiles, leading in, not through.
There is no established protocol for meeting a new sexual contact, whether or not anyone else is present. As we stood in the cabin, Pushpa made semi-ironic formal introductions. 'Norma, Alex. Alex, Norma.' We laughed and shook hands, and I said, 'Alex, I've heard so much about you, especially your callypygia, which I'm eager to see.'
'Norma, I know the meaning, and I hope you do find me callipygian. I am keen to see your omorfi thiles.'
'Not just a pretty bottom, then,' I said, 'A Greek scholar, too.'
'Well, I did a part-time degree in Classics, when Sasha was at grammar school. It made an interesting contrast to my knicker-designing. Especially as the ancient Greeks didn't wear them.'
Pushpa said, 'Her knickers are superb. Undress me, ladies, and you'll see.'
While Alex stripped the upper body I stripped the lower, to that I was the one who got to the panties. 'Wow, Pushy,' I said, 'Those are natty drawers you have there. No more of those baggy old bloomers. Nice yellow colour and the cock-and-bull penned up tight. Turn round. Everything tucked in and tidy. No errant buttock at all. Great engineering, Alex.'
'The secret is the thicker fabric at the front, with the wider gusset And the mainstream manufacturers just don't allow enough cheek-room. These are the prototype of a line for transgirls, using a hidden device to control the genitalia - pardon my Latin. Of course, the Greeks had a word for this little trick, the kynodesme.'
Pushpa said, 'The one thing that is like the old gym kit is the strong elastic. Really grips into the creases below. Be careful not to twang it when you take them off or I'll be catapulted into the next cabin. Of course, I'm assuming you'll take them off.'
I assured her that I would do just that, and, taking care to ease her penis out of the kynodesme and draw down the drawers without activating the elastic, I soon had that dear, familiar bum and that awesome, half-erect cock displayed.
'Your turn, Norma,' the naked Pushpa said. 'Get to her omorfi thiles, Alex, while I get her knickers off. She's quite a callypigeon, herself, you know.'
I was quickly naked, too, and Alex walked round me, commenting, 'That is certainly a lovely bum, and I can't wait to sample those thiles. And those grey pussy-hairs. I've seen a good few montes - must keep up the Latin - but never a mons like that.'
'I want to see your curls,' I said. 'Come on, Pushy, let's denude this demoiselle.'
'Strange, that,' Alex said, 'As I unzipped and dropped the skirt of her smart suit. 'You'd think "denude" meant the opposite. And I'm hardly a demoiselle, but that would be a good name for a lingerie line.'
'Your knickers are beautiful,' I said, 'Perfect fit. Not diaphanous this time. Very chaste, with those forget-me-nots and the lacy trimming. I would love to see Pushpa push aside the gusset and gush into them.'
Pushpa said, 'It'd be a pleasure. Just wait till I get her bra off.'
'You wait your turn,' I said, 'They're coming off. Like this, slowly. These curls have a date to tangle with my rough old badger.'