Eva left her thoughts of Big Daddy when a woman's figure came through the door into the room. Aunt Margo walked between the two gentlemen and took one in each arm. She gave Eva a wink, and her now familiar wry smile. She stood with them watching Eva for a moment. Eva sat down and started caressing herself. Eva loved the feel of the silky smooth silver fabric under her hands. Aunt Margo took the gentlemen's coats and hung them on the stand, then playfully undid their ties, making sure not to get in the way of their view.
Margo moved so gracefully she appeared as though she was always in the middle of a performance. Then she went behind each one, reached around, and rubbed their private parts on their slacks. Eva slipped a couple of fingers under her top and concentrated on her nipple. It responded and she circled it, and then watched it press up through the fabric as her hand retreated.
Suddenly a hand was on her other breast, but it was small and thin with lovely red nails. Margo had walked around the backside of the sofa and was touching her. Was that permitted? As Margo squeezed Eva's tit she pinched her nipple sending a shiver of electricity down her spine. It felt good when Eva squeezed her own tits, but somehow it was better when Margo did it. Eva looked up at Margo, and she smiled. She motioned for Eva to sit up and face the audience.
Margo stood behind Eva and reached down across her shoulders and massaged her breasts, slipping her hand first over the fabric and then inside. Margo undid her own top and slowly pulled the top out of the way flinging it into the audience. Then she did her familiar shoulder shrug and her dress fell to the floor revealing a lovely set of black and gold lingerie. Margo brought her head down to Eva's neck and her lips traced Eva's shoulder.
Margo whispered, "You have nice tits." Eva felt incredibly sexy. Margo had Eva lay back so that she leaned up against the small back of the lounger. Margo's hands wandered down to the silver material of Eva's panties and ran around their outline. She reached into the little end table, found a bottle of oil, and lifted it high above Eva's chest and then tipped it ever so slowly so that it dribbled down onto her chest and stomach. Then setting it aside, Margo's hands roamed Eva's torso, gliding on the oil against her skin.
Margo knelt down and brought her red lips to one of Eva's nipples. Her tongue extended and circled Eva's nub before she place her lips over it and sucked on it. Eva felt her pussy quiver. Eva was caught off guard by this unexpected play, but what could she do in front of an audience. Margo gave her other nipple equal treatment. Margo sat up and removed the straps from her shoulders, pushing her bra down to expose her breasts. She took Eva's hands and placed them on her tits.
"Touch me," she whispered. Eva felt her soft breasts, squeezing them in her hands. She rubbed her fingers across them slowly, feeling the tautness of the nipples between her fingers. Margo let out a soft moan in appreciation. Then she stood up and went to the end of the lounge and placed her knees between Eva's feet. She leaned forward, running her hands up Eva's legs until she reached her panties. Her hands ran around the edges of the fabric and brushed across Eva's pussy mound. It was a lot more thrilling than Eva expected, and she wondered what Margo might do next.
Margo let a finger go down between Eva's legs and she traced the outline of Eva's slit, running a finger along it. Eva felt a rush of wetness in response. Then Margo took her hand and pressed against Eva's mound, rubbing her clit through the fabric. It never quite felt this way when Eva did it to herself, she thought. This was somehow more intense with the anticipation of not fully knowing what was going to happen.
