If you are under 18 years of age, kindly leave and do not read any further. All individuals in my tales, both real and fictitious, are themselves, over the age of 18 years old.
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This chapter is a continuation of Asian cougar, Dahlia's, desire to meet and be used by her daughter Violet's, older male friend. To fully understand comments made and the story to date, I kindly suggest you read The Deflowering Of Violet series and chapter one of this series.
A number of weeks have passed since Dahlia arranged to meet me and we played in the forest of a well known city park. I took part of her anal cherry that afternoon. This story chronicles the next time we got together and an experience I arranged for her that I thought she might enjoy. My goal was to help her find her inner slut and to satisfy the cravings and needs that she certainly has. She wanted so bad, to be free to fuck guiltlessly and these are the stories of how I tried to help her. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy.
From the diaries of Dr. St. John Smythe
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It was exactly 3 weeks since the day that I first met Dahlia. Since that day we had talked on the phone and texted with each other as I got to know her better. Many things were changing for her and one was learning how to take photos and videos of herself to share with me and most likely, others. She was quite lovely to look at as she tried her best to a provocative slut. The one thing, however, that I wanted to change in her appearance was the unkempt pubic bush she had.
"Okay... tomorrow at 11. I'll see you then," I said as I hung up the phone.
We were going for lunch and then, I had a treat planned for Dahlia. The last time we met, she had made the plan. Tomorrow, I was driving and would have to wait and see how the afternoon unfolded.
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She had given me directions to get to her home and as I drove through the winding streets of the neighbourhood, I have to say just how impressed I was. Perhaps that makes me sound shallow, but despite the fact that I do not live like that myself, I was as curious as the next person to see how people with money actually did live. My lifestyle affords me that opportunity, perhaps, a little more than most. A lot of people with money, seem to have alternative tastes in a few other things too.
These weren't homes I was driving past, but mansions... every one of them, and they sat on huge lots of land with urban forests--literally and a few even had hills and streams on their properties. I knew of the area, but since I didn't live in this city, this was my first time to actually be in there! Don't even ask, 'how much?'... you and I together, couldn't afford even one of their garages.
The address I was looking for was announced by large, black numbers on the face of one of the stone columns that marked either side of the entry way. The tree-lined drive up to the house curved twice before arriving at the stately looking portico. Two carved statues of towering Greek Goddesses, Aphrodite and Athena perhaps, stood on either sides of the double black doors, along with urns of flowers and a large ornate fountain in a garden on the opposite side of the drive. I was impressed, if not by the wealth itself, at least by the show of good taste. It was beautiful!
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Dahlia opened the doors before I was even out of the car. Throwing herself in my arms, she gave me a passionate kiss.
"Right on time!" she said playfully.
She was looking great in a one piece jumpsuit and high heels! The first time we'd met, I had guessed that she was in her early forties or thereabouts, but I had since learned she was actually 51. Her signature, long black hair hung all the way to her waist, splaying out across her shoulders and back. She had sent me a few photos of herself, nude, with her hair draped across her body. Today, I was going to see it in person. Dahlia was one extremely sexy woman!
"And you're looking great today!" I said in return. "Hungry?"
"Uh huh! But you have to come in for a minute first," she said taking me by the hand.
If you've read my other stories, you would know that in the couple of years that I had been friends with her daughter, Violet, I had never been to where she lived and until a few weeks ago, had never met anyone else in her family. Violet kept this part of her life secret and always met me at the hotel to begin our outings.
I followed Dahlia into the foyer and was immediately struck by the grandeur of their home! Without turning this into an AD Home Tour, let me just paint a tiny picture for you. The foyer was circular with a 360 degree band of stained glass windows high up the walls, letting in dappled light. The glass was a crazy pattern of chaotic colour, like something you would see if you stared into a giant kaleidoscope! The ceiling of the entryway was easily 25 feet above our heads and was painted a dark blue colour. Stars and figures of the zodiac captivated my attention and as its dome-shape blended into the band of glass and then the cream-coloured walls, it gave the impression that one was standing in the centre of a bejewelled silo. Ornate, gold mouldings made the entry more palace-like than anyone's home. There were 3 doorways leading into the house from here and all were arched with pillars on either side. Tall palms in huge, ornate pots reached high up the walls. Paintings of Oriental figures hung upon the circular walls and the small, jewel-like tiles on the floor, created an outrageous mosaic of colour and design that literally sparkled beneath my feet!
I know, I could go on and on, but you want naughty tales, not a home tour, so I'll stop. Suffice it to say, though... it was completely AMAZING!
"Dahlia...," I stammered. "Your home... is incredible!"
She took no notice of my compliment and after allowing me to stop and stare for a brief moment, continued to pull me further into her home.
In what I took to be the living room, she pushed me into an overstuffed, leather chair, then stood about six feet in front of me.
"Comfy?" she asked.
"I am," I replied.
And with that, she began to sway and dance. I had no idea what she was doing, but I wasn't going to do anything except sit there and enjoy the little show.
Slowly, she started to pull the zipper of her outfit down while looking me directly in the eyes and smiling. Her hips swayed and gyrated in exaggerated circles. She had lowered the zipper almost down to her breasts when she took her hands and started running them all over herself. She closed her eyes and slowly tilted her head back and swished her mane of hair slowly in circles too. As I watched, I could not help but think how nice this would be, if I had something spirited to sip. No music, in fact, no sound whatsoever. The house was silent except for the sounds of Dahlia's fingers running across her body.
If there had been a snake charmer blowing a melodious tune on a wooden pipe, it could not have been more exotic to sit and watch. Again, she slowly pulled the zip inch by inch and slowly Dahlia's lovely breasts came more and more into view. In actual fact, though, it was not her breasts at all, but rather a very exotic looking brassiere.
When the zipper was as low as it could go, my tantalizing hostess slowly and gracefully pulled it from first one, then the other shoulder. Hips swaying, hair trailing, she continued to slowly remove each arm from its respective sleeve. Again she ran the tips of her fingers across the points of her brassiere and down over the ample cups onto the smooth skin of her taut tummy.
Making eye contact with me one more time, I watched as those delicate fingers slipped into the waistband of her jumpsuit and teased it over her curves. Her panties matched her brassiere as my overly analytical mind made note of the high quality of each. Just once, I wished, that I could stop doing things like that...
Slipping out of her heels one at a time, the jumpsuit continued to slide down her shapely legs until it landed in a rumpled wreath at her feet.
"You see?" She began.
"See what?" I responded to her open question.
"You see... I intend to be completely naked under my jumpsuit today... just for you," was her answer.
"I see...," I answered with a smile.
And her not knowing what our day was to entail... she could not have made a better decision.
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It was obvious that we had similar tastes in where we liked to dine, because for the second time we found ourselves seated overlooking the sights of the south side of the city. Again, we were perched on top of a hill that overlooked the great expanse of trees and the roof tops of the neighbourhoods beyond. We were on a patio, under a large umbrella that shaded us from the noon day sun. Not as private as our first outing together, we had the company of many others enjoying their lunch at tables close to ours. It would be much more complicated for Dahlia to misbehave here.
We conversed in hushed tones, like two spies planning the theft of state secrets. In fact, though, it was mostly Dahlia inquiring about the little 'beauty treatment' she was booked for later, after our lunch.
"Now St. John," she began with one eyebrow raised slightly above the other. "You promise me that this person who is going to give me a little trim, knows that I still want to have a little... of my womanhood left when she is done!"
If you recall, I had made mention of Dahlia's 'bush' on our last outing in the woods. I had told her that I would like to take her to a friend of mine, who specializes in such services for both ladies and gentlemen.
"Dahlia, my little slut," I whispered as I leaned closer. "You are going to have to do a better job of trusting me then that."
She sat there looking at me. Her breathing betrayed her angst at that moment, and the fact that we were surrounded by more than a dozen listening ears.
"I am just saying... I'm just saying that I don't want to be as bald down there as a... child!"
I smiled and chuckled at the drama she was engaging in.
"Darling... no one is going to do that to you," I reassured her, but then continued to chuckle under my breath. 'But they may, perhaps, have other things in mind.' I kept that thought to myself.
Niki, the esthetician, was a friend of mine from a few years back. She was a bubbly personality who had been born about 20 years too late, in her estimation. She was a proverbial flower child, who, I know for a fact, strolled naked in the parks and suntanned au naturel, whenever she thought she could get away with it. Niki also practised some other very special talents as well. Niki is the freest spirit I know... and that's saying something!
What I didn't tell Dahlia, but I will share with you, was that my good, 'bed friend', Shirley Mickleson, aka Super Realtor, had shared a little secret about Dahlia, with me... People do like to gossip and Shirley, surely is... part of 'the people'! Apparently... Dahlia, like daughter Violet, has a taste for, shall I say... clams. Dear Dahlia has only dabbled, but under the right circumstances, could be led quite a long ways astray. Just how far though? Who can say.
I've digressed, though, for the sake of the story... Let me get back to my tale.
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We'd had a nice lunch, but it was obvious that Dahlia had things on her mind. Call it a woman's intuition or whatever you like, but she was distracted and not nearly as playful as on our first outing. The striptease was miles behind her now, as was lunch... the time had come and there was no avoiding it.
