Miss White and Jodie slept into the early afternoon, and when they finally woke up, Miss White wasted no time putting on Monika's coat with nothing underneath. They went downstairs for brunch and Miss White felt deliciously naughty sitting there stark naked under the soft, luxurious fur.
After brunch they went for a stroll, and in a dark corner with no one around, Miss White opened the coat, grinning as she flashed Jodie with her nude body. She pulled Jodie close and closed the coat around the both of them. It felt delightful, and as soon as they got back to their room, Miss White had Jodie take off all her clothes and join her again under the coat. It was the ultimate in warmth, softness, and intimacy, and they savored it for several wonderful minutes before Miss White opened the coat again, took a few steps backward, and sat down with her legs spread. Jodie, taking the cue, dropped to her knees and crawled between them.
Afterward they showered. It occurred to Miss White that the coat was probably going to need a cleaning by the time they returned it, and she hoped she wasn't being disrespectful. But surely Monika had intended for them to enjoy it to the fullest?
Once they were clean, Miss White decided that Jodie also needed to experience what it was like to walk around with just a fur coat on. She herself put on black jeans and a black sweater, trying to blend into the background.
And indeed Jodie drew many looks as they walked around Vegas. It was a continual source of pleasure to Miss White to know that her lover's luscious young body was covered with nothing but fur. This time when they returned to the room Miss White laid Jodie down on the bed, tied her hand and foot, and opened the coat. She enjoyed this lovely tableau as she slowly stripped off her clothes, then climbed on for a long, sumptuous 69 that kept them occupied till dinnertime.
For dinner Miss White took the coat back, and Jodie wore her black dress. They had a fabulous French meal and afterwards, as they walked past an upscale boutique, Miss White was struck with an impulse. When they came out of the boutique Jodie had a fur stole wrapped around her neck. This one wasn't real fur — and hence not terribly expensive — but it was, if anything, even softer and more sensuous than the coat. Miss White promptly took Jodie upstairs, posed her on hands and knees wearing only the stole, and strap-on fucked her senseless.
After that it was off to bed. They had a flight to catch in the morning.
* * *
Jenny woke up with her hand still resting on her crotch and the same image in her head that had been there when she fell asleep: Kristin was sandwiched between Nicola and Lina Santini, licking the mother's pussy while the daughter tasted her. Yawning and stretching, Jenny began to languidly rub herself, enjoying the little fantasy in the judgement-free zone of her head.
But then she was startled out of her reverie by the sound of her mother's voice from behind the door. "Honey, are you coming down for breakfast?"
Momentarily annoyed, Jenny snapped, "Yeah, mom, geez." When she heard her mother's footsteps retreating, she tried to pick up where she'd left off, but the mood was broken. Sighing, she slipped out of bed and started getting dressed.
* * *
It was around noon on Christmas Eve day when Miss White and Jodie landed in New Orleans. Upon checking in they had been surprised to find that their tickets were in first class. Miss White had never flown in first class before, and Jodie had never been on a plane, period. But they settled in quickly; Miss White drank two glasses of Champagne and took a nap while Jodie watched movies.
As they walked into the NO airport they saw a uniformed driver, a handsome black man in his forties, holding a sign that said "A. White." They felt very pampered — and a little sheepish — in their furry finery as they followed the driver to the car.
Miss White had never aspired to wealth, but she had to admit there were aspects of this lifestyle that she could get used to. The limo had a well-stocked bar and she fixed herself a martini, then relaxed back into the plush leather seat. She was tempted to have Jodie go down on her right there in the car, and had it been a female driver, she probably would have done it. But she didn't want to give the driver any ideas and get into some awkward situation. When he'd helped Miss White and Jodie off with their coats as they got in, the look he gave them had been a priceless mixture of surface politeness and ill-hidden lust. And who could blame him?
