MRS. WILSON CH. 04
LESBIAN SEX: Mrs. Wilson seduces Mary's daughter.
(All characters in this story are over the age of 18.)
MRS. WILSON'S STORY
Each time I'd taken Mary over to Aria's for our all female orgies, Mary was never quite ready, so I'd always taken a seat in her living room to wait until she was ready. During these times while waiting for Mary, I got to check out her 18-year old daughter Scarlett. And, what a delectable little peach she was. Every time I was sitting on their couch or an easy chair, Scarlet would be sitting in a chair or couch exactly opposite me, or even laying on the floor reading a comic book.
Though she was a tad taller than her mom, with nice, long girly legs, she was less developed on top. It also seemed that each time I crossed my legs while sitting down, little Scarlet was always there to sneak a peak. Which turned me on to no end. If this little girl wasn't into women already, she was at the very least bi curious. All she needed was the right situation, and the right kind of "encouragement." This was a role I just
had
play.
One day, while driving home from work I took the route that I knew young Scarlet usually took from her school to her home. It also happened to be a night that I knew her mother was not home, as she was out of town at a conference. Perfect opportunity for me. As luck would have it or not, it was raining cats and dogs.
Two blocks past Scarlet's high school, there she was pedaling her bike as fast as she could. Her T-shirt mini was totally soaked, and so totally transparent I could see her pink panties through her transparent whtie T, as I pulled up behind her. The mini, unable to descend past her bike seat, left her legs exposed almost to her hips. I drooled for a moment imagining those luscious young girly legs wrapped around my face, pumping away while devouring her sweet peach with lips and tongue. Oh, to be her bike seat about now.
But the poor girl needed to get out of the rain. She needed a nice, dry ride home... my home, that is.
I pulled ahead of her and pulled off to the side of the road. I quickly stepped out of my SUV to flag her down. Getting myself wet in the process. Just coming from work, I was dressed formally in blue business skirt that came to mid-thigh, white bra, and blue blouse on top. Black heels and biege hose completed my ensemble, with, of course, a pair of white panties up under my skirt.
"Oh, Hi Mrs. Wilson," Scarlet said as she pulled her bike up to my car and stopped.
"Hi Scarlet sweetie," I said. "No need for you to bike home in the rain."
I opened the back of my SUV saying, "Let's toss your bike in here, and I'll give you a ride home." But, of course I didn't feel it was appropriate at this time to tell her that a few weeks ago I'd eaten her mother out as she lay on the same SUV bed we were putting her bike on.
By now my own blouse was soaked to transperancy showing off my bra. I was excited to see that little Scarlet had trouble taking her eyes off my huge bra cones as we lifted her bike into the back of the SUV.
"Okay, let's get out of the rain," I said as I slammed the back lid down. Then I slow walked to the driver's seat to make sure that Scarlet had taken her seat on the passenger's side before I made my entrance on the driver's side.
Then, as I climbed into the driver's seat, I allowed my skirt to hike up beyond the tops of my nylons exposing my garter straps. And, as I had expected, and hoped, Scarlet watched my every move her eyes devouring the exposed flesh of my upper thighs. And though I had to watch the road as we drove to my place, I did manage to steel a glance sideways now and then to reassure myself that she couldn't take her eyes off of me.
"By the way," I said, stealing another glance at her, "since your mother is out of town today, why don't you have dinner with me, rather than trying to scrape up something on your own?"
"Sure, I'd love to Mrs. Wilson. That'd be so nice of you."
"There's plenty to
eat
at my place."
She giggled and blushed a bit at the way I stressed the word "eat."
"So, tell me," I said feeling emboldened, "Have you started dating boys yet?"
"N-n-no."
"What? A cute, sexy looking girl like you... and you're not dating?"
She looked away from me then, mumbled "n-n-not yet?"
"Well then, have you started masturbating?"
She just giggled lightly, as her face turned redder.
I reached over to give her a pat on the thigh. "There's nothing to be ashamed of, dear. Masturbation is natural. I started at your age... and I still do it. It's good for you."
"Y-y-you do?"
"You damn right I do. So you don't need to be bashful about it."
"Yeah, I guess I do... jerk... uh, I mean masturbate... once in awhile."
"Wonderful!" I gave her a huge smile. "So, do you use your fingers... or do you have some high tech sex toys to play with?"
She laughed, feeling more relaxed. "No, I've got no sex toys. Just my fingers."
"Nothing wrong with that." I gave her another pat on the thigh. "But sex toys can add new dimensions of pleasure for you."
"R-r-r-really?"
"You bet. You can take it from me. I've got dozens of hot toys. More than I really need, so after dinner I'll give you one to take home."
"Oh gosh! Thanks a million, Mrs. Wilson. But I don't know how to use one of them things."
"That's okay, sweetie." I patted her on the thigh again, a little higher than before, giving a little squeeze before returning my hand to the steering wheel. "I'll show you how to use it... if you'd like. I think you'll really enjoy it."
"Oh! Y-y-yes, please, Mrs. Wilson. I'd really love that. She gave
my
thigh a pat."
"Okay, here we are." I pulled into my drive way. "Let's both make a dash for the front door before we get any wetter."
It was still raining as we piled out of my car, making us both more soaking wet than we already were (in more ways than one).
Once inside the safe dryness of my living room I paused to look her over as we stood in the foyer dripping water off of every part of our bodies. Her cute little tits and erect pencil-eraser nipples were totally exposed in her wet T-shirt mini.
"My Gosh Scarlett!" I said. "Your T-shirt mini is totally soaked. Let's get it off of you so we can toss it in the dryer." Throwing caution to the wind I run my hands up and down her sides, and somehow ending on her tits.
"Your blouse too, Mrs. Wilson. You're just as
wet
as I am." Giggling, she fondled my bra cones poking out provocatively through my soaked blouse.
My hands still on her titties I use my thumb to tease her nipples through her wet T. "My, my, my, what cute nipples you have here, my dear, all erect and standing out so proudly."
"But my tits are too small. I wish I had tits like you've got." She caresses mine lovingly.