Author's note: This is a spin-off tale to the Love story between Jamie and Jenn. Jennie, who has always been Jaime's muse for writing and sexual stimulation, is best friends with the beautiful Marcy. Marcy has just bought a condo at the South Jersey sea-shore, and Jennie has graciously offered to help paint and decorate before Marcy settles in. The people and descriptions are real, but the story is pure fiction and nothing but the erotic flowers that grow in the writer's head. Enjoy!
"What time shall I be there?" Jennie asked Marcy as they approached the end of their conversation.
"Come about nine," Marcy responded. "I'll have some coffee and breakfast munchies to energize us through the day. We'll make a party of it," Marcy continued while giggling. "Oh, and bring a dress Jennie; there's a nice little French restaurant down here with the cutest maître d. We'll dress-up and go drinking when we're done, just like the old days."
After final chit-chat about details, directions, and timing, the girls offered their love, and agreed to look forward to seeing each other about nine the following morning. Unbeknownst to the other, both girls hung up the phone and felt very good about the little adult play date they had arranged for the next day. Jennie loved Marcy, and Marcy loved Jennie, there was no denying that from either girl, or anyone else. They had been friends in grade-school and continued to be so in High School. But as so often happens to young adults, after high school each pursued life in a different direction, thus they went without much contact for thirty years or so. Then, deep into middle age, they reacquainted, and resumed their relationship as "Besties" without missing a beat. They are both happy, attractive, middle-aged women, with adult children and grands, each leading a comfortable and healthy lifestyle. Life had treated them both well, and they knew it!
Now, a little paint on the canvas if I may. Jennie is an elegant, and beautiful, Italian, blonde. Fairly tall, at about 5'6", thin, smallish C-cup breasts, with a shorter bob haircut. She has great arms and legs, almost never wears panties, and when braless, her tits still stand up beautifully. Marcy, in comparison, offers a wonderful contrast to Jennie. She is a Jewish brunette, with just a little bit of princess about her. A little shorter than Jennie, and a little curvier as well, but certainly not heavy. I'd define Marcy as a tits and ass girl, with a luscious rear-end and beautiful set of D-cup tits that sit on her chest just perfectly. Together, the ladies make quite an impression when they are together.
Generally, both ladies dress somewhat conservatively, each with her own unique flair. Jennie tends to flaunt her beautiful legs and thin arms with slit skirts, and sleeveless (and frequently backless) attire. Marcy loves to show off the top of her luscious tits, while at the same time wrapping her ass in something tight and attractive. Both accessorize the package well with belts, bags, and bangles, and both are total shoe sluts. Jennie's favorite shoe is the strappy sandal, with tall heel, in exciting colors, coordinated with painted toenails. Marcy prefers platform pumps, also with the tall heel, although she tries to stay in the four basic colors of black, beige, white, or red. Together, when dressed to party, they make a stunning presentation!
The following morning, Jennie woke up early, had a little coffee, tended to the dog, then sat back to plan her day. She decided to wear clothes for painting, and pack a dress and heels for dinner with that cute Maître d. On a whim, she also threw her sexy, one-piece bathing suit in the bag just in case they found a little free time to spend on the beach. Jennie was excited about her visit with Marcy, and interestingly, she was turned-on as well. Whenever Jennie hung out with Marcy, she felt good about herself, and those good feelings always seemed to translate into wetness between her legs. Today was no exception. As she sat quietly alone pondering the upcoming day, her hands mindlessly matriculated down to her sex, and she began working her fingers around her suddenly wanting clitoris.
Jennie was wet and horny this morning, and her clothing selections would reflect that reality. For painting, Jennie chose a pair of loose, Khaki short-shorts, thin white tank top, over which she wore a fitted women's flannel shirt. On her feet she wore her Timberland hikers. In acquiescence to her budding sexual energy, she omitted both bra and panties, and felt good about that decision. Then, she went to her closet to select her evening wear. Jennie knew that Marcy always dressed well, and Jennie was determined not to be caught short. She picked out her current favorite; a sleeveless, little dress in off-white, with high wrap-around collar, open back, and sexy peek-a-boo cut-outs at her midriff. She decided on a pair of strappy, sunburst color, stiletto sandals, with four, and a half inch heel, and thick ankle straps. Again, with her pussy tingling, she decided to forego bra and panties for the evening as well. And with those decisions made, Jennie redirected to the shower to get herself ready to meet Marcy.
Upon entering the bathroom, Jennie undressed, then took inventory of her assets via the full-length mirror strategically placed on the backside of the bathroom door. Her hair, thanks to her hairdresser and coloring agents, was still a golden, and youthful blonde. And her face remained mostly wrinkle free, for which she was forever grateful. She was also very grateful for the good genes that kept her relatively small 34-C breasts standing up and looking good even when she did not wear a bra. Her legs and arms were her two favorite body parts, and those all remained firm and toned due to her diligent, if not always so strenuous, walking program. Her last item for inspection was her pussy, which at that moment was on fire and dripping for some attention. Jennie used two fingers to spread her lower lips and capture her clitoris; then squeezing hard between both fingers produced a very pleasurable wave that cascaded through her body. "Ugh", Jennie groaned, half in pleasure, but also in recognition that she'd have to shave this morning to clean up her pubic area if she was going to wear the swimsuit that afternoon.
Jennie pulled out the lather, razor, and trimming scissors, then soaked a washcloth in hot water, before sitting herself down on the toilet seat, opposite the mirror, readying herself for a quick shave of her most sensitive area. However, Jennie's fingers had a mind of their own as she found them buried deep into her sex before she even thought about shaving. "OHHHHHH, God that feels good", Jennie thought out loud. With her pussy throbbing, and her nipples now achingly hard, Jennie pressed two fingers deep into her cunt, while letting the ball of her hand balance hard on her clitty until she worked herself into a pleasant mini orgasm before shaving.
Meanwhile, down at the seashore, Marcy was also feeling good about her upcoming date with Jennie. She got up early as well, deciding to burn her excess energy by taking a brisk walk. Marcy, dressed in work-out tights, spandex sports bra, and loose-fitting over-shirt, took a hard walk along the beach, boardwalk, and the blocks of her new beach community. By the time she returned to the condo, she was breathing heavy and sweating, but feeling great. After getting herself something to drink, she stripped off the wet clothing, and decided to sit naked in her favorite chair, and watch a little Good Morning America while letting the early morning breeze cool her off.
Marcy was gleefully surprised to see her favorite couple, Harrison Ford and Callista Flockhart, being interviewed on GMA about their long-term relationship, and an upcoming movie project they were working on. Marcy loved Harrison Ford, and never missed one of his movies. Star Wars, The Fugitive, Witness, the Indiana Jones series, and others; she just loved Harrison Ford! And truth be told, she had a little bit of a girl crush on tiny Callista Flockhart as well. Ever since Marcy saw her play the title role of Allie McBeal, the mousey attorney in the television show of the same name, she had an odd sexual attraction to her. And then, once she became the woman who was "doing it" with Harrison Ford, Marcy's attraction only grew. Together, they became Marcy's "Go-To" fantasy couple.
As Marcy sat in the chair watching her favorite couple, she began to feel the stirrings of sexual excitement. As her body naturally cooled, and her skin began to goose-bump, she mindlessly started to perform light finger gymnastics on her clitoris. And as the nipples on her beautiful D- cup tits got harder, so too did the finger gymnastics on her pussy. Marcy was in full masturbation mode when the Harrison-Calista segment ended, and the GMA crew went to break. Marcy's momentum was suddenly and frustratingly halted.
Disappointed that she couldn't finish while looking at Harrison Ford, but determined to finish none the less, Marcy got up, ran into her bedroom, returning to the chair with her favorite 8" penis shaped vibrator and cocoa-butter lube. Harrison and Callista may have gotten Marcy started, but her trusty penis shaped vibrator and cocoa butter scented oil would finish the job.
