Penny felt her inner thighs begin to tremble with sexual energy that needed released from her pent-up desires to cum.
"Oh, my yes," sighed Penny as she felt her face flush with a pre-orgasmic rush of desire and her stomach gently churn with carnal anticipation. "I'm cumming. Cumming."
As Penny's first clitoral vibrations centered on the vortex of her genitals, she thrust her hips hard against her fingers to make the contact even more intense as she lost control of her bodily fluids and her warm, clear ejaculate shot out of her vagina, shooting spray all over her hand and onto the sheets. With her second convulsive ejaculation, Penny's urethra opened, and a hard, steady stream of more clear liquid shot forth to accompany her vaginal geyser.
Penny clamped her thighs together onto her hand as she marveled at the intensity of her orgasm, but then, Penny was the kind of woman whose orgasms tried to curl her toes and tightened her abdominal muscles as her vaginal sheath squeezed tightly around her embedded fingers. Even so, Penny pushed the pads of her fingers hard against the soft, spongy area where her G-Spot was to intensify the orgasmic sensations coursing throughout her body that was by then shuddering with her sexual energy having been released in a deluge of her ejaculate.
Penny wallowed in the throes of her sexual hunger and its ultimate release with her orgasm. It seemed as if she were on a never-ending climactic roller coaster ride as her body trembled in time with the steady rhythm of her orgasmic crescendo, gasping as she was for air as she worked to bring her physical and emotional self under control.
However, it took a few minutes that seemed to go on forever before Penny felt as if she were back in control of her thoughts and bodily functions. Once she had reached the summit just before her orgasm erupted deep from within, Penny's body had no choice but to give in to the unleashed sexual energy that took her body on a free-falling roller coaster ride that only slowed down as her body gradually came to rest, her ass on the mattress, her left hand grabbing onto her left breast with its hard, protruding nipple that stuck out between her spread fingers and her right hand pressed against her pussy that by now was thoroughly drenched with her love juices.
With her heart rate returning to normal and her breathing more or less under control, Penny gently spread her legs and slid her wet fingers out of her vagina, bringing them up to her mouth so she could suck on them and clean them of her delicious pussy cream and wet ejaculate. They had an aromatic sweet taste to them, and Penny reveled in the aftermath of her orgasm that left her feeling weak and sexually satiated.
Penny dreamily sighed her pleasure with the sound softly vibrating around her fingers that she still was sucking on after her orgasm had come to its inevitable climax.
"Oh, my, my. That was wonderful," Penny thought with a gentle smile on her face. "I didn't know I was that horny when I awakened this morning. Alot had to do with all those images I recalled from my seduction by Rhoda and Kiko. I don't recall ever being that sexually turned on and satisfied in my whole life even with Zorba, but then most men, if not all, are so much in a hurry to get their rocks off, rolling over and wanting to go to sleep while leaving the woman frustrated and sexually unfulfilled. It just must be in their nature.
Women on the other hand are more deliberately intense on sharing pleasure and helping one another enjoy the foreplay and the sex until both have achieved full orgasm(s), and then there is the snuggling afterwards, something most men shy away from once their hard cocks become flaccid. Their passion just seems to die along with their erections. Nature surely played a bad trick on human sexuality by making the wants and needs of males and females so different and all too often so far apart and withdrawn for complete, mutual satisfaction.
As Penny pondered these thoughts, her body had cooled down and her sweat had dried in the early morning breeze wafting through her slightly open window off the balcony. She opened her eyes and looked at the clock on the nightstand beside her bed.
"Oh, my, it's almost eight o'clock. I'd better get up, shower and dress, and get some breakfast since my dress altering appointment is at 10:00 a.m., and it will take me about a half hour to get there. And I hate being late for anything," Penny moaned as her thoughts wandered through her post-orgasmic brain.
After brushing her teeth and taking a final look in the mirror to make sure her make-up and clothes were on just right, Penny went down to the garage, pressed the button to open the garage door, got into her Jaguar, and headed for city centre Sydney and
Zambesi
at 8 Cross Street DOUBLE BAY, the quintessential store for those who seek true individuality and a current take on personalized styling. It was here Penny was to have her evening dress fitted and altered for the "Ladies Network" gala event at
Galileo
.
When Penny pulled up in front of the dress boutique, a parking valet came forward to open her door and help her out so she could enter the store immediately while he parked her auto. He handed her a white token with the Number 8 on it that she put into her small handbag.
"Ah, lucky 8," thought Penny when she saw the number on her token. "In Asian belief number 8 is the luckiest number because its shape resembles that of the sign for 'infinity' and suggests the yin and the yang, the female and the male, joined together to make a whole. Hope this means I'll have a good day."
Upon entering the boutique Penny was immediately greeted by an attractive, young woman who was not only drop-dead gorgeous but who had a body that would stop traffic and turn people's heads, both women and men. She stood about five feet six inches; had luxurious golden hair whose sheen caught the diffused light shining down from the recessed lighting; and big, sparkling blue eyes with the darkest pupils and equally dark, curled eyelashes that immediately bore into Penny and held her undivided attention. She had a classic heart-shaped face with a straight nose whose nostril flared ever so slightly and puffy, luscious lips accentuated with pink lip Gloss. Her face seemed flawless.
However, as beautiful as she was, Penny's eyes could not help lowering to her bust line where her full, firm, round breasts pushed out against her pale blue blouse that almost matched the colour of her eyes. Her blouse was so tight the outline of her nipples shown through the almost shear material. It fit tightly as if tailored to fit her form which it most likely was since this was a specialty dress boutique that catered to personalized styling. It was tucked into her dark, Navy blue skirt that came to mid-thigh, showing off her long, black nylon covered, well-shaped legs that ended at her dainty feet inside a pair of Navy blue Patten Leather heels. The muscular shape of her legs showed that she worked out to keep herself in such good form.
While Penny was captivated by the look of the young sales girl, she, too, had been studying Penny's body with her penetrating eyes, noticing her large, full breasts and equally full, rounded hips that gave Penny that full-figure, hourglass look, what is often called the Rubenesque look after the paintings of Peter Paul Rubens who stylized the female body as voluptuous.
Breaking the stare between the sales girl and Penny, the sales girl softly cleared her throat and said, "Good morning. It's almost ten o'clock, so you must be Mrs. Kasantzakis. You're right on time."
Having been brought back to reality, Penny looked up into the eyes of the sales girl and said warmly, "Oh, please, do call me Penny. I'm a widow and don't use my married name much anymore. Besides, so many have a problem pronouncing my late husband's last name; although, you pronounced it quite correctly."
The sales girl smiled pleasingly at Penny and said, "All right then, Penny it is. I'm Amanda. Please follow me. I'll take you to the back and introduce you to the owner who always takes a special interest in women who are members of the 'Ladies Network' which I see you are from the ankle bracelet with the rainbow."
Penny didn't miss the knowing smile on Amanda's face as she turned to lead the way, and Penny didn't miss the sexy walk of Amanda as her ass cheeks rose up and down beneath her tight skirt. Looking from her well-formed ass, down her shapely legs, to her feet, Penny also didn't fail to notice that Amanda, too, had the same kind of ankle bracelet on her right ankle. This made Penny smile since she now knew something very personal about this gorgeous woman whom she had just met minutes ago. She was a sister of the Network.
By the time all this registered in Penny's head, Amanda slowed her walk and was coming to a halt when she heard her say, "Ms. Atkinson, this is our ten o'clock appointment, Penny."
Ms. Atkinson looked up from behind her chrome desk with its beveled glass top to meet Penny and to give her an instant appraisal, something she had learned to do over the course of her years of experience working with women and women's clothing.
She smiled warmly at Penny as she stood up to greet her, her right hand extended.
"Well, I must say, Penny, you are punctual. In fact, you're a few minutes early. I like that in a woman," said Ms. Atkinson. "Since Amanda already introduced you by your first name, assuming that is your preference since none of our staff would presume to use a client's first name without first being asked to do so, you may call me by my first name, Emily. It's a family name handed down from generation to generation to the first girl baby. I'm happy to make your acquaintance."
