Author's note: This part of series involving fictional former Playboy Playmates. They are all sisters and will each have two stories - the first one will be interracial, the second will be incest. A few of these sisters are introduced in my other story: The Challenge 4. It's not necessary to read that story but you may think it's neat to learn a few things about them from it.
Editing thanks go to Todger65.
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Chapter 1
Stephanie closed her eyes in the candlelit bathroom, lying slowly back in the bathtub and resting her arms on its edges. The 48 year old moaned slightly as Jules, a 19 year old college student, squeezed warm water from a wash cloth all over Stephanie's huge breasts, rinsing them of sudsy bubbles. Jules grabbed a giant breast, running both hands around it in circular motions, smiling softly at the relaxed, shoulder-length blonde-haired vixen she was sharing a bath with again. Jules leaned down, like she's done on many previous evenings with Stephanie, bringing a nipple to her mouth, flicking her tongue across it before taking it into her mouth.
Stephanie moaned again, running a hand through Jules' short brown bob-style cut hair, as the girl hungrily sucked at one of her breasts. She loved the way it felt. Not having been touched by a man in four years, mostly due to a busy schedule - which morphed into a lack of desire and satisfaction with her collection of toys. Stephanie was perfectly content to have this college girl she met at a book store, "play" with her, as they referred to it.
Jules did just that and more. Several nights over the past year or so Jules would come over to spend the night with Stephanie, kissing, licking, caressing, and exploring every inch of her spectacular body, while she lay there in the bed soaking in the attention. Jules would bathe her, massage her, pamper her - Stephanie loved it.
"I'm not gay," she thought to herself after that first orgasm many months ago, "I just know this feels amazing." They never once asked each about their sexuality. Jules would simply come over and worship the older woman's body.
Summer break, while Jules went home to Los Angeles, was a little boring for Stephanie. She was able to cope with help from her reliable toys. She didn't need a man. It'd been four years since she had a man inside her. Four years since her divorce and one last goodbye session of sex with her future ex-husband. Not long after that she moved to Atlanta from Minnesota, leaving her adult children, and starting a new chapter. However, during her time away, she realized she didn't need to move to begin with.
Tonight was special. It was the last night Stephanie and Jules would "play."
Jules released a nipple, sitting up in the tub, prompting Stephanie to open her eyes, "You ok sweetie?"
Jules sighed, looking down into the bubble-filled water, "I'm really going to miss you."
"Aww, sweetie, it's ok," Stephanie said, pulling the girl onto her chest, letting her use a breast like a pillow.
"I get why you're moving back to Minnesota, but I'm just going to miss you so much," Jules said, sniffing.
"I'm going to miss you too. You're such a sweet girl. I'm so glad we've become friends," Stephanie replied, caressing Jules' arm and holding her against her chest.
"I'm thankful for you," Stephanie said, grabbing Jules face, bring her mouth to her own and kissing her softly. "It's Thanksgiving after all right?" She asked with a smile.
"Yeah, it is. I'm thankful for you too," Jules replied, kissing her back. Stephanie had spent most of the day at her younger sister's house, eating with Tiffany, her son, along with a nearby cousin and her son. She left after dinner and met Jules at home for a nice, quiet, final evening together.
"I love you," Jules told Stephanie. "I wished you were my mom."
"Oh sweetie, I love you too. Come here," Stephanie replied, pulling Jules in for another kiss and embrace. "Just remember what I told you. When you go home for Christmas break next month, be as nice as you can to your mother and I guarantee she won't seem as grumpy or annoying."
Jules nodded, sitting back up, looking into Stephanie's eyes. She smiled, getting into her favorite position; interlocking her legs around Stephanie's, smiling as their clitorises found each other under the warm bath water.
The mirror steamed up due to their heavy breathing, the water splashed slightly out of the tub; Stephanie and Jules went at it until they were exhausted, cuddling each other nude on Stephanie's bed afterwards.
They said goodbye the next morning in the shower, then again on the bed, and then again after breakfast. Stephanie wiped a tear as Jules drove off in a car her roommate let her use while she was home for Thanksgiving break. Stephanie sighed, seeing Jules drive out of sight, her clit still tingling from their wonderful time together. It was time to get a little packing done before she went to lunch with her friend Janet.
Chapter 2
"Oh good, you're here. Hurry up!" Janet motioned for Stephanie to pick up the pace as she walked toward her desk.
"What? What is it?" Stephanie asked her friend.
"Cover for me," Janet said, standing up to head to the restroom down the hall.
"Wait, what?" Stephanie asked dumbfounded. Janet was an executive assistant, mostly sitting at a desk all day, but Stephanie wasn't too sure what to say if the phone rang.
"Five minutes. I'll be right back. Thanks!" Janet said heading to the restroom.
Stephanie shrugged and sat down, putting her purse on the desk. After a few moments passed she heard an interesting sound. It was a sound she's heard before, mostly recently from her own mouth. It was a moan, a woman's moan coming from behind the large closed doors to her left. It got louder and louder. Stephanie started to giggle, thinking maybe Janet's boss, Bob, was having some fun. She got up and approached the doors, putting her ear against it.
The woman moaned again, much louder this time, "Ohhhhhhh!" Stephanie blushed, thinking the woman must be enjoying herself. She heard another moan and muffled talking.
Stephanie covered her mouth to prevent her giggle from being heard, as if it could over the woman moaning, "She's not faking, that's for sure." Stephanie heard Janet approaching and rushed back over to her desk, attempting to hide the sneaky smile.
"Whew, thanks. Ready?" Janet asked.
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After a nice lunch, spent discussing Stephanie's upcoming plans, including her daughter Carrie and son-in-law Patrick traveling from Minnesota to help her move, the two friends headed back to Janet's office. She enjoyed the lunch, thanking Janet for it on way back to her office. However, Stephanie's curiosity got the best of her. She couldn't help but tell her of what she heard, "So was that really what I think it was?"
"Oh yeah, it happens often. That was Fernanda and Fat Rob in there. They had an emergency meeting scheduled with Bob today on the status of this new shopping center they are developing. They are all work-a-holics. You'd think they'd be home with their families this week. The meeting is why I was dragged in today, answer phones and other boring things, blah blah blah. Anyway, Fernanda is Bob's main project manager for various things and Fat Rob is, well, he 'finds talent' for lack of a better term - talent for some of the magazines the company publishes and well, some of the adult entertainment too," Janet explained.
"Uh what?" Stephanie asked.
"Yep, they are building a new strip club in the shopping center," Janet replied. "I'm guessing Fernanda and Fat Rob were updating my boss on its status. Fernanda sleeps with everything that walks, plus my boss is a bit of a naughty old man, plus Fat Rob is well, Fat Rob. So I'm sure the three of them had a great time!"
Stephanie quietly wondered why they called him "Fat Rob" as they pulled into the parking lot.
"Can you cover for me again for a few minutes? I'm not in the mood to deal with Fat Rob hitting on me again. Their meeting should be over soon and I'm hoping to avoid seeing him as they leave." Janet asked.
"Um, well ok, sure," Stephanie replied.
Taking her seat at Janet's desk, she was slightly startled when the two double doors opened a moment later, followed by a very tall, light-brown skinned woman of some sort of Latin decent and a very tall, African-American man, who she presumed was Fat Rob seeing as how Janet's boss was an older white gentleman.
The woman, Fernanda, seemed flustered and exhausted. Her hair was slightly messed up, her skin looked sweaty, and her business suit looked as though it had clumsily been put on. She had that tell-tale smile on her face of a woman who had just been royally fucked. Fernanda quickly nodded to Fat Rob and made her way down the hallway. Stephanie thought she noticed a slight limp to Fernanda's walk, causing her smile, coughing to mask a giggle.
Her cough caused Fat Rob to turn from watching Fernanda walk down the hall and to divert his attention to the blue-eyed blonde, with large breasts that her jacket could barely hide, smiling politely, sitting in the place of Janet.
There was a slight pause before Fat Rob spoke. "And just who are you? And where is Miss Janet?" he asked, pretending to be upset by finding the mystery woman in her place.
Stephanie giggled once more, "I'm uh, I'm Miss Stephanie."
"Mister Bob didn't tell me he hired an absolutely gorgeous blonde as his new assistant! My goodness..." Fat Rob trailed off, cocking his head to get a better look at Stephanie.
"No, no, Janet is still here. She's in the restroom!" Stephanie explained while blushing. It was the first time she noticed a man checking her out in a very long time, not to mention, one doing it so blatantly.
"Ah, I see, I see. Well I must say Janet has some lovely friends. She must hang around many young ladies like you. You a college student?" Fat Rob asked.
Stephanie burst into laughter, "No! I'm an old lady!"
"Old lady? What are you, 28, 29, 30? That's not old Miss Stephanie!" Fat Rob said, a knowing smile coming across his face.
Stephanie cleared her throat, "I'm 48 Mister, what should I call you?"
"I don't give my name to liars. I don't like being lied to," He said with another smile, knowing she wasn't lying about her age. Fat Rob sat on the edge of Janet's desk, smiling down to Stephanie. She stole several glances at the large black man sitting near her.
He was wearing a very nice black suite, with a solid red tie, on a darker red shirt. His fingers were adorned with rings, and he was wearing a gold wrist watch on his right arm, he also smelled amazing. His cologne caused Stephanie's eyes to flutter. She also noticed how wide his shoulders were. He had a slight belly, but this man didn't appear fat, just large and bulky. He was eyeing her, not even attempting to conceal the fact he was staring at her chest with a smile on his face. It excited Stephanie.
Stephanie cleared her throat and shook herself out of her trance, "Well my driver's license says I was born 48 years ago, so perhaps I've been lied to," she said quietly.
"Well either way, 48, 30, you are stunning. I go by Fat Rob," He answered.
"Well that's not very nice," Stephanie replied with a playful pout. "You aren't fat. You're," She paused looking over his hulking frame once more, "mountainous if anything."
Fat Rob chuckled, "Thanks." Their eyes met once more and for a second they said nothing. They were interrupted by the sound of his cell phone ringing. Fat Rob glanced at it and declined the call.
