Picturing Herself

PICTURING HERSELF Ch. 03

Anna and Adam and Cynthia... Oh my.

Author's note:

While this chapter picks up right where Chapter 2 ended in the Exhibitionist/Voyeur category, it's written to be enjoyed as a stand-alone story if that's your choice.

MP

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Cynthia tidied Anna's bed and locked up her toys. She didn't watch the video she made for Anna and Adam because she feared that if she did, she'd delete it before they ever saw it.

I was so daring... So unlike who I've been since college.

Meeting Anna changed everything. Anna was in her early thirties, Cynthia in her fifties, yet it was Anna who introduced her older friend to new aspects of being a woman. A sexually uninhibited, more sensual woman. Deleting the video would be a step back from the new world Anna was showing her. A world she'd imagined her whole life, but never experienced.

Looking at Anna's bed, she remembered what she taped herself doing and the recording she made with Anna. She remembered the live feed of Adam and Anna making love on this bed. She imagined joining them... Then she left Anna's house and crossed the lawn to hers, curled up on her love seat and fell asleep feeling unburdened.

Cynthia didn't wake when Anna came home with April, or when they carried packages into their house. April was excited to tell her mom all about what happened at violin practice so there wasn't a chance for Anna to watch the video she made with Cynthia, or to see if Cynthia made a solo recording after she left to get April. It was a busy evening at Anna and April's while Cynthia slept in her home across the lawn.

The sun was close to setting before Cynthia woke confused and disoriented. She never napped, so it threw her off to wake at such an unfamiliar time. Still in a mental fog she remembered making the videos in Anna's house and her eyes flashed open.

What did I do? Fuck!

She felt like a drunk regaining consciousness after a black-out bender, but her bender had been sexual. Without turning on a light or getting out of the love seat, she looked at the house across the lawn. In windows aglow with domestic warmth, she caught glimpses of Anna and her young daughter preparing dinner. It was just the kind of evening where Anna would send April to invite Cynthia over.

I hope they don't.

The thought surprised her because she always enjoyed them, then she understood. She was ashamed. She'd been so indecent on Anna's bed.

And I recorded it? Fuck's sake!

Images scrolled through her memory like the trailer for a new movie but the kind of video she shot didn't come with trailers. She remembered the exhilaration, the folly really, of believing she could be shameless. While she'd indulged every filthy urge that flitted through her dirty mind, she forgot that her own life of being respectable was waiting to pass judgement.

That judgement when she woke in her cushy love seat was harsh and unforgiving.

When Cynthia saw April running across the lawn she wanted to sink deeper into the chair but knew it wouldn't do any good. The twelve year old came through the back door hollering, "Aunt Cyn! Where are..." then she spotted Cynthia and ran to jump into the loveseat with her. "You

have

to come eat with us tonight. We're celebrating so you

have

to come." April started calling her 'Aunt Cyn' a month before and Cynthia loved it. They weren't even remotely related.

"What are you celebrating April?"

"You have to come to find out." She looked around. "Do you want me to turn some of your lights on?

"Sure sweetie."

~~~

Ten minutes later, Cynthia carried a bottle of red into Anna's kitchen where the smell of baking bread engulfed her. Her younger friend was busily chopping the ingredients for an Italian chicken dish. Cynthia gave her a one-armed hug so she didn't have to pause, then pulled a corkscrew from its drawer. She knew her way around Anna's kitchen from evenings just like this, where Anna was the cook and she was the audience. Anna was an amazing cook, a house cleaning machine, fierce lioness as a mother, and privately, the most sexually liberated woman Cynthia ever met, by a country mile.

A woman like Barbara Billingsley's character from the old TV show,

Leave it to Beaver

, who was also a breathtaking seductress.

"What's the special occasion?" Cynthia asked

"We have to wait for April to tell you." She indicated with a nod of the head that her daughter was in her room. "When she's done telling

all

her friends." Anna stopped chopping to look at her landlord and friend. "I haven't had a chance to look, did you make a solo video after I left?" She smiled conspiratorially and continued, "You certainly seemed to enjoy the one we made together."

Cynthia turned crimson so completely it was as if she'd been illuminated by red floodlights.

"Oh my," Anna said with a smile, "I can't wait to watch it, when April goes to bed."

"Delete it Anna?"

"Why Cyn?" She paused chopping again.

"Please." Cynthia said. "I'm ashamed... of what I taped."

Anna studied her friend before saying, "Now... you're ashamed now."

Cynthia nodded, not quite understanding.

"How'd you feel when you were making the video?" Cynthia didn't reply so Anna spoke for her. "Not ashamed. You felt sexy in a way you'd never felt before." Certain, because she'd had the same experience earlier in her own life. "Even extra sexy

because

you weren't ashamed to be making a dirty video for me and Adam."

Cynthia's expression was all the confirmation Anna needed. "I'll delete it if that's what you really want Cyn, but think about it? If I do, you'll probably never make a video like that again." She let her older friend consider that. "You'll pull back from everything you're discovering... just when it's getting really good."

She searched Cynthia's face. "You told us, didn't you? In the video."

Cynthia shrugged non-committedly.

"I knew you would. You said you wanted to be with both of us in the video, right?"

Cynthia felt like a school girl caught looking at dirty things.

All... so new

. A path uncharted. She clearly needed her younger friend's guidance through this.

Anna said, "Second thoughts Cyn. Later or the next day, are inevitable as sunrise. That's why Adam and I decided a threesome with us should wait until you're sure."

Cynthia was lost. Standing in Anna's kitchen she didn't know what she wanted when moments earlier she'd been desperate to delete the video. Anna embraced her and kissed her lovingly before leaning back. She touched two fingers to Cynthia's lips as if to stop a protest... but none came. She'd reunited Cynthia with her desire to explore.

In a soft voice, searching her friends eyes, Anna asked, "Did you make yourself cum Cyn, in the video?"

Cynthia nodded.

Anna continued, "We don't talk about it, but you know I'm devout?"

She nodded again.

"An orgasm is so wonderful that I've always taken it as proof. Confirmation that, even if it breaks every rule of man, what caused that orgasm simply can't be wrong in the eyes of my religion."

They heard April moving in her room and knew she was about to join them, so Anna concluded, "Rules are the sins of man Cyn, not a deity. They're not even intended to make us better women, they're only designed to control us."

Cynthia's smile was quietly grateful.

Decades younger than me, but seasoned by a life with rough times.

Looking at Anna, Cynthia realized,

I trust her in ways I don't trust my other female friends.

She made up her mind and said, "I want you to watch it.

Anna beamed. "I can't wait! You, being so wild you're even embarrassed to have

me

see it." Her expression asked if Adam could see it too.

Cynthia considered for a heartbeat before saying, "And Adam. Send it to Adam too."

Anna watched arousal blossom across Cynthia's features and knew it was the realization that they would soon watch her sexy video.

April came into the kitchen in a burst of excitement. "Is it ready Mom?"

"Almost sweetie. Will you set the table?"

"Mom, did you tell Aunt Cyn?" Nervously.

Anna stopped what she was doing to smile at her daughter. "Of course not. I know you wanted to."

April was excited that she got to break her big news, and proclaimed, "I'm going away for ten days. All by myself!"

Cynthia's eyebrows rose but she saw from Anna's relaxed posture it wasn't

quite

as presented by April.

"Tell Cyn where you're going kiddo." Anna prodded.

April announced, "The Clark Institute." Like no other explanation could

possibly

be needed. "In Memphis, Kentucky."

Cynthia asked, "What happens there?"

"I'm going to play for them, my violin." She beamed with pride. "I'm going to fly there." Twelve years old, acting like she flew places

all

the time.

"You're not going with her?" Cynthia asked Anna, surprised.

"No. It's an institute for musical prodigies and they insist parents stay home during the initial assessment. I guess it's intensive." She clearly wasn't the least bit ok with being separated from April for anything, much less for something so challenging and especially not for that long.

There was a silent exchange between mother and young daughter then that Cynthia watched with interest. The communication was clearer than words could be. April understood her mother's concern and the protective presence she always surrounded them with.

The safety of our lives

. Anna felt her child's desire to stretch her lovely wings, to lift from the nest and fly. Two humans, an adult and her child, truly understanding each other in a way Cynthia didn't think she ever saw with her other friends and their children. She understood she was seeing something unique. A parent and child with strongly divergent wishes who struggled to understand each other rather than drawing battle lines.

Cynthia knew most of her college educated friends would look askance at Anna who only went to high school and cleaned houses for a living, even without knowing she'd prostituted herself to get by a few years earlier. Yet Cynthia saw a sophistication in Anna that was unique. Oh, her friends were socially adept. They knew the rules about what silverware to use for each course, what attire is acceptable for every occasion and the like. Anna didn't... or didn't care. But she was emotionally sophisticated in a way Cynthia's other friends weren't. She truly understood herself and her motivations, and consequently understood those closest to her as well.

Anna said, "They've chartered a flight for four girls, so at least it's not on the airlines and in big terminals?" Still, Cynthia saw Anna struggle to swallow her concern so that April could taste her independence.

~~~

Cynthia was in bed when Anna's email came. It also went to Adam and the video the women made together was attached. Cynthia felt strangely star-struck watching it, and stunned by her wild sexiness.

Fuck

.

That's me

. After playing it once, she played it again to listen with her eyes closed.

Fuck.

Watching Anna get her off by tit and nipple play alone brought her to the edge again, but she didn't want to come yet. She gentled her wet folds and brought slick fingers to her mouth, then licked them and sighed.

Adam sent a reply to both of them. "Two enchanting women... who become flame together."

Anna replied with a naughty-smile emoji and a statement. "Cynthia asked you something in the video Adam."

"Yes," he replied, "I'm hard. I ache." Then he added, "And yes, I want to see more..."

Minutes later, Anna emailed them Cynthia's solo video.

Watching her solo, Cynthia felt like she was watching a woman she didn't know. A fearlessly sexual, wild-haired primal woman who showed it all off, glistening labia and nipples that proclaimed her wanton needs. Watching herself, Cynthia's breath sped up and her heart raced, her fingers played in her squishy mess and she orgasmed with a groan. Finally, fully spent.

What a day

. She laid with fingers soothed in creamy release, then squeezed a tit and coated a nipple with her jizz. She imagined her lovers licking it off... and kissing her as she fell asleep.

~~~

Adam pulled into Anna's drive on a beautiful summer morning a week later. An 'open windows' kind of morning. By the time he reached the house, Anna was waiting in the door and while their first kiss was always eager, this one was more. When it ended she leaned back with sparkling eyes, said, "I have a surprise," then pulled him inside.

Cynthia stood in the middle of the room, dressed as she'd been the day he met her when she was working in her flowerbeds. Thread bare white T-shirt and baggy cargo shorts, with legs a mile long and hair swept carelessly off her face. While she'd been sweaty and smudged that day in her garden, now she was bathed and fresh as the morning and the look on her face told him she was naked under her meager clothing. Dark nipples beckoned him through tented cotton.

Here we are.

As Adam looked at her, Cynthia felt a drop of arousal seep from between her legs and tingle on her thigh. She trembled. His nostrils flared in the pheromone rich air.

Anna brought him to Cynthia. The three of them stood together quietly, then Adam lifted a hand to touch the side of Cynthia's face and she leaned into it with a tiny shiver.

Large, manly hand

. Cynthia's femininity blossomed in his touch.

Fuck

... Adam slowly traced the line of her jaw until his fingers reached the hair behind her ear.

Oh

... His lips touched hers as his hand cradled the back of her head, Oh... Cynthia's lips opened and Adam's tongue found hers just as she felt Anna's breath on her cheek.

Oh yes...

Anna kissed her cheek as Adam kissed her open mouth and when he ended their kiss, Cynthia turned to Anna and kissed her.

They took turns kissing her, and kissed her cheek when it wasn't their turn and she did the same when they kissed each other. The oral embrace of three lovers to be.

Cynthia's hands were idle but Adam and Anna's explored, roaming over her cotton covering, wondering at the body within until they slipped inside as if by their own will. Cynthia warmed with Adam's broad palms caressing her shoulder blades, then sliding down her sides and coming forward on her hips. He unclasped her shorts and slid inside. Anna caressed Cynthia's tummy then cupped tit to enjoy its warm give. Cynthia moaned softly into a kiss with someone, then loudly when the fingers stroking the length of her slit curled and pushed into her inner hole.

Already wet

. Her tongue entwined with Anna's as Adam pleasured her with rhythmically fucking fingers. Then he added a thumb, flicking her shiny bean with agonizing delicacy, barely enough to start an ember's glow. Anna's fingers found Cynthia's nipples waiting to be rolled and tugged. She did, then gently twisted and pinched. She kissed Cynthia's cheek when Adam reclaimed her mouth and demanded more of her. Anna tugged Cynthia's meaty nipples more intently. Adam's rhythmic finger fuck seemed to control her heart rate. Anna dragged her lips down Cynthia's neck leaving a trail to her tit. Adam's clit flicks ignited flame. Anna's tongue circled an engorged nipple as Adam's tongue twisted with Cynthia's and his kiss grew ever more insistent. Anna closed her mouth on a nipple that throbbed with desire. Adam's fingers moved faster, they became inescapable and his kiss irresistible and when Anna suckled sharply on her tit, Cynthia came with a soulful sound that Adam caught in his mouth. Then he didn't release her from their kiss, and made everything continue until she came again. Cynthia coated his fingers in her milky jizz as Anna suckled excitement from her tit and Adam kissed as if he could capture her euphoria.

Cynthia gradually calmed in their embrace. They held her up while she came down... until she found her feet and her arms joined the hug and they were three entwined as one.

Anna's soft laugh was the first sound in that standing, tangled embrace. They felt it before it was audible. A body's delight at bringing another body delight. Making love...in simplest purity. Cynthia's mewing added to the soft song of bliss and Adam savored the current flowing through these lovely vixens. The sexy play of their ménage a trois already had a life of its own.

As if it had always been.

Anna leaned back to look at the salacious state of respectable Cynthia, with her shirt pushed above her tits and shorts pushed to her knees. She comically tisk, tisk'd and said, "Let's fix you up Cyn," then pulled the shirt over her head and pushed her shorts down so she could step clear of them.

Cynthia was naked. The only one naked.

Anna stepped back to adore every sexy inch of her older friend. "Oh... Cyn." Her eyes drank of her.

Adam agreed, "Exquisite." His gaze was hungry.

Anna motioned Cynthia to turn around and show them everything. She did, and compliance opened her last private door. She felt their eyes inside her. Adam muttered in a gravelly voice, "Fucking gorgeous." Anna moved behind Cynthia, then reached around to lift her breasts and present them to Adam.

Cynthia thought about her other friends' complaints about being objectified as sex objects, and wondered if they knew how wonderful it could feel?

Make me your fuck-toy

. Anna bounced Cynthia's tits in her petite hands and squeezed them to make her nipples protrude. She whispered sexily in Cynthia's ear as they both held Adam's eyes, "Coat them with your cum Cyn... be shameless for our Adam."

I want to

, she thought.

I really fucking want to

.

Anna squeezed. Cynthia's nipples stood proud, waiting as her fingers found the hot mess between her legs and felt fucking good there.

Touching myself in front of them

. Then cum slimy fingers rose to her tit and she shuddered with excitement from her own touch on the engorged tip. She circled until her areola and nipple were shiny, then her fingers returned to her cummy cunt. Anna continued to hold Adam's eyes when she said, "You want Adam to lick the cum from your tit, don't you Cyn?" Cynthia didn't answer and Anna whispered, "Your dirty-girl cum."

Cynthia nodded her head a tiny bit, then her frigging grew more animated as he stepped close. She watched him bend to her tit in Anna's hand and lick it. She moaned, falling into enchantment. Anna squeezed to feed him more tit and Adam opened wider for Cynthia's entire areola. He suckled so deeply Cynthia felt it on the fingers she'd shoved inside. She moaned, Adam suckled, Anna murmured, "You're such a lovely dirty-girl Cyn...

just

like me." When Adam stopped suckling to lick a path to Cynthia's mouth she continued her shameless finger frigging, even when he kissed her and wrapped his arms around her and Anna. Anna's tit squeezing hands were trapped between them and she squeezed harder as Cynthia's finger grew more desperate. "Fuck yourself Cyn." Anna hissed. "Show us how you cum like a cheap whore." Cynthia did. She mindlessly fucked her hand while she gave to Adam's kiss and Anna's squeeze and couldn't stop until she gasped in Adam's mouth. He swallowed her orgasmic cry again as Anna squeezed to make it keep going.

Cynthia slowly returned to her senses as they drunk-walked her to the bedroom and onto the end of the bed. She lay back with her knees at the edge and feet hanging towards the floor. When she dreamily opened her eyes she was surprised to realize they were still clothed.

I've orgasmed twice - three times? -but they're not even undressed

.

"Is it always like this?" She asked with shaky curiosity. "When you're with a third person?"