Jeni was on her way downtown just shy of rush hour and already having a stressful day. "This week was rough," she muttered to herself while her Jeep Liberty sat in traffic. It started out hectic, progressed towards crazy and it was far from being over. Her brother was getting married and the proposal was only two weeks ago; it left little time to plan.
'At least when I got married I gave people notice...' she thought to herself. Jeni was coming up on her anniversary; eleven years and counting. Although Jeni loved her husband, it was difficult to maintain a 'normal' sex life. She worked nights as a RN and her husband was a sales representative and on the road constantly.
Since he was rarely in town, Jeni focused a lot of her time and attention on his two beautiful daughters; Ashley was nineteen and Lynn was seventeen. Her relationship with Ashley though was significant and took up most of her free time. Most step-mothers may have complained, but Jeni welcomed it. She considered Ashley her 'sweet girl' and therefore gave her special privileges. Even though Ashley stayed with her mom, she was allowed to come and go as she pleased from Jeni's house. She was always pleasantly surprised when Ashley would show up unannounced and then spend the night on a whim.
Earlier this morning when Jeni got off from work, she found Ashley sleeping in her bed. Generally Ashley slept naked and this morning was no different. When Jeni walked in and saw her breasts peaking out of the comforter and her legs wrapped around a pillow; she felt inspired. In order to 'channel' her sexual frustrations, Jeni turned her attention to young Ashley. There would be nights where Jeni would watch her for hours.
Jeni never touched Ashley directly. Instead Jeni would stroke her own clit, while she wished that Ashley was between her legs. This morning though the normal routine was cut short, because Jeni got a little carried away. Work was rough that night; her husband hadn't been home to fuck her in months and Ashley's little hot pink snatch pressed into the pillow called to Jeni this morning.
Jeni stood outside of the room and pulled her breasts out of her tank top and dropped her pants to her ankles. She leaned into the wall and kicked her leg up onto the door to use it as a brace. This way she could play with herself while she watched her sweet girl sleep. Jeni's hips rolled as she slammed three fingers deep into her cunt. The whole time she whispered to herself, "Eat me sweet girl....cum lick me sweet girl...fuck me with your tongue sweet girl..." Jeni was so close, but when Ashley's phone vibrated it caused a stir. Jeni couldn't finish and ran into a nearby bathroom to redress. Then when she heard Ashley call out for her, she knew she wouldn't finish anytime soon.
She was still stuck in traffic and just now a mile or so from her destination. Jeni was still so hot and bothered over Ashley in bed this morning. All she could see while stopped at a red light was Ashley's perky little breasts, with their huge nipples. How her tight pink pussy just called for Jeni to fuck it with her tongue. So to finish what she started, Jeni stuck her hand in her pants and pushed her thong aside; she was so slick and swollen. Just before she plunged her fingers into her mound, there was a honk behind her. The light had turned green and Jeni hit the gas with a curse.
The rehearsal was tomorrow night and the wedding would be the day after. Almost every moment was to be spent with her 'sweet girl' and that was music to Jeni's ears. Tonight provided her with plenty of inspiration; she was on her way a dress fitting, with young Ashley scheduled to show a bit later on.
Since the wedding was thrown together, it prompted Jeni to call a dear friend Billie Jo for help. Inseparable at college, they had kept in close contact through moves, marriages and even divorce. Billie Jo was now living upstate with her two children and Jeni knew she'd be happy to arrange an appointment with her personal seamstress for a fitting. The phone call last night, to Billie Jo, brought back so many memories for Jeni. One of which she daydreamed about now in traffic; their last night together in college...
Their relationship at that time was filled with hugs, kisses and other general displays of affection. It also involved some intimacy issues, like the way Billie Jo would strip and change in front of her. Jeni was titillated by her friend's body, because it always provided her with a mesmerizing view. They roomed together in college and Billie Jo, much like young Ashley, always slept naked. Since their room was so small and they spent four years together, Jeni knew every inch of Billie Jo's body. Some nights, Jeni would play with herself, and fantasize it was Billie Jo raping her body (some habits die hard)...
The girls parted one evening after a graduation party. Their room was filled with emotion and their bodies had just the right mix of alcohol. When Billie Jo embraced her friend for a heartfelt goodbye, she took Jeni's face in her warm hands; then caressed Jeni's lips with her fingers. She kissed Jeni's forehead and stroked her hair so tenderly that Jeni felt herself melt all over. They had been through so much together and their time was about to end.
Neither girl knew what made them admit that they felt for each other. Billie Jo knew about all the nights that Jeni watched her. How Jeni would ravage her cunt while she spoke under her breath, her eyes locked on Billie Jo's helpless body. She felt so drawn, that her hand became firm under Jeni's chin. Her intentions were clear and without warning she took Jeni by the back of her neck and carefully pushed her tongue into Jeni's tight, wet mouth. She was a delicate flower to her, so Billie Jo began to open the petals one by one. Billie Jo took her time with Jeni that night and even though it never went past a kiss, Jeni became soaked that night. Something she was reminded of as she pulled onto a side road.
Her destination was apparently the two-story building before her. The first floor was clearly marked as a shop and the upper floor appeared to be a live-in apartment. When Jeni pulled into a vacant parking spot she wanted to change her clothes; her panties were flooded and she didn't want to botch her first impression.
That's when Jeni was reminded of Billie Jo's words last evening about Marcella...
"I met her after college. Marcella is an excellent seamstress, just follow her directions. I trust her to get you both ready for Saturday and thankfully she is available..." The conversation trailed in Jeni's mind as she stepped out of the Jeep.
She grabbed her purse and dress out of her trunk, and then she locked the doors behind her with a curse, "Son of a Bitch!" Jeni realized that her strapless bra and stockings were left at home. "So there goes a bra for the fitting (since her sports bra wasn't going to cut it) and I'm in a soaked thong to boot, fucking laundry day," she muttered to herself.
Once at the side entrance, she knocked twice as instructed and waited. A few moments went by before Marcella appeared. She smiled warmly and extended her hand to politely invite Jeni in "I'm Marcella, pleasure to meet you Jeni...I assume Ashley will be arriving on her own today?" as the door closed behind them. Her heavy Spanish accent took Jeni by surprise; it made everything seem to just roll off her tongue.
"Yes...Ashley will be arriving later, thank you so much for your availability. You really got us out of a jam with the wedding on Saturday and all" Jeni felt nervous, like she had butterflies in her stomach; like the ones that accompanied a first date. As they climbed the stairs to the top floor, Jeni couldn't help but follow the luscious ass in front of her. Her gaze was only interrupted by Marcella's sultry words, "I've made arrangements in my apartment so we aren't disturbed. I hope you don't mind..."
"Oh of course not, I hope we're not imposing. I can call Ashley to see if she can come earlier," Jeni said as they reached the top of the stairs. She was led to an open room where there were full-length mirrors positioned next to an ornate screen. Out of the corner of her eye, Jeni saw a beautiful red couch, big enough to fit three comfortably against the main wall.
When Marcella took the dress from Jeni, she asked her to place her belongings behind the ornate screen. "I like to treat each client like a model, in order to give you the time and attention you deserve. I want you to pose for me, feel comfortable with your body and be able to take my direction. Can you do that Jeni?" Marcella's tone was firm as she placed the gown over the dress form.
"Yes, I believe I can do that" Jeni said as she bent over behind the screen. Marcella watched Jeni's ass and saw a wet spot through her light gray sweat pants. Marcella's clit throbbed and under her breath she said "Good girl," as she walked over to a curio.
"Would you like a drink my dear?" with a wink she removed a bottle of wine and two glasses. When Jeni confirmed the offer with a nod, Marcella uncorked the bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon and poured it slowly into each glass. As they talked about their time in the city and how they both knew Billie Jo, they finished half of their wine. That was a cue, as Marcella rose from her seat and walked towards the mirrors. "You have to be honest with me. It's the only way that I know you truly like your finished product and you are a paying customer my dear!" Marcella said with a light chuckle. "Ah yes," Jeni reached into her wallet and pulled out some money.
