Chapter 1.
It was Friday. Terry had taken the day off work, as a present to herself, and was home doing some catch-up chores. She had written checks for a few bills, cleaned up the house a little, changed the bedding and done some laundry. Today was her birthday... twenty-four yet! She was still wondering idly about her husband's parting words as he had left the house earlier.
"Enjoy yourself Honey, and Happy Birthday!" he had said, laughing at her as they kissed good-bye. He had promised to be home early.
Finally, she had a light lunch and settled into a chair to read the paper. She wondered where they would go for dinner tonight. Jerry, her husband, was usually quite creative for her birthdays. As she read the paper, glancing out of the front window from time to time, she noticed that a woman was walking down the street. Not recognizing her, she watched her for a moment.
She was nicely dressed in a two-piece summer outfit, the skirt fashionably short. She had beautiful long pale golden hair, and looked to be in her early thirty's. Terry watched her go to some houses across the street, checking the numbers, and then she crossed the street and headed for her front door. She was carrying two large briefcases, must be selling something, Terry thought.
Now able to get a good look at her, Terry could see that she was extremely attractive, with a great pair of legs, bare of any hose, slightly tanned. Her long hair framed her lovely face, and hung lushly down her back. Terry raised herself out of the chair, and took a quick look in the mirror, as the door-bell chimed.
She realized that she wasn't exactly dressed for receiving guests, she was wearing an old jersey of her husband's, and her cut-off denim shorts, that she liked to wear around the house. Her long shapely legs gleamed softly. Her own lush straw coloured hair was pulled back in a long ponytail, with strands dangling at the sides of her face.
Oh well, she thought to herself, going door to door, this lady probably gets a lot worse than this. Dismissing the thought, she opened the door and said: "Hello."
The sales-woman took a good look at Terry, and then she smiled radiantly.
She said: "Hello yourself, and good morning. My name is Linda Jackson, and I represent 'Avion Cosmetics.' I was wondering if I might take a few moments of your time?"
"Avion Cosmetics? oh sure.... please come in." Terry replied as she stood back. She thought she wouldn't mind a little company for a short while.
The woman walked inside, smiling, and looked around. She said: "You have a lovely home."
"Thanks, at least you caught me at a good time, I've just finished cleaning up. Why don't we sit over here." Terry said as she led her visitor to the couch. "Mind you, that doesn't include me, I look a mess!" she added smiling.
Linda said: "Well you sure look fine to me... if I may say so, you are a lovely young woman." and she obviously meant it, as her eyes appreciatively took in Terry's beauty.
Terry blushed prettily and said: "Why thank you.... and you are very lovely yourself."
Linda smiled with pleasure, then she opened one of her cases and laid it on the coffee table as she began to talk about the various products. They were very quickly on a first name basis.
Linda was a very engaging person, lots of warm personality. She would take Terry's hand from time to time, and lightly dab various colours on her to see what they looked like.
As she did so, their bare legs sometimes would brush together. Linda's skin felt warm and tingly, on Terry's own cool young flesh. Terry didn't mind at all, as she felt Linda's shapely legs caress hers, all by accident of course. It was rather a pleasant feeling, and she liked physical contact with other beautiful women.
She had often wondered what it would be like to make love with another woman, she had told Jerry about it, and of course, the first thing he had said was could he watch!
Linda asked Terry if it would be okay for her to take off her jacket while she did her thing. Terry nodded, underneath she had on a thin silk blouse, that more than hinted at her very shapely breasts. Terry was getting quite intrigued by now, with her lovely visitor. Her own nipples tingled as she saw Linda?s thrusting out provocatively.....
Then Linda exclaimed: "Oh Terry, this is our best shadow, let me try this on you. Here, let me get to where I can do this right." she said as she slid off the couch and knelt on the floor at the side of Terry's knees.
Terry closed her eyes and Linda began to apply the eye shadow, sitting still as she felt the brush lightly move around her eyes. She could detect the very light odour of Linda's body, it was extremely pleasant, and she breathed it in deeply.
Linda was leaning over Terry's knees, as she worked, and her breasts pressed against her bare thighs from time to time. Terry said nothing, liking the feeling of Linda's silk covered breasts rubbing on her bare skin.
Truth be told, she was getting more than a little turned on by Linda's close presence, and the brief contact of their bodies. She trembled a little. Then one of Linda's breasts squeezed softly against Terry's own, as she worked.
"Um.. you're kinda leaning on me, Linda." Terry finally said hesitantly, her breath ragged.
"Oh Terry, please forgive me." Linda murmured, as she made a show of trying to get up from her knees.
As if by accident, one of her hands rested directly on one of Terry's bare thighs, for a long moment, and then Linda got back to her feet, and smiled sweetly at Terry.
"Yes, that shadow works very well with your particular complexion," she said, "why don't you go look in the mirror."
Terry nodded, and she stood up and went to the big wall mirror. As she looked at herself, her mind was thinking of how Linda's breasts had been pressed against her... the memory of her hand on her bare thighs as well. She trembled again, the thoughts made the back of her neck feel hot, the same feeling she got when her husband would come on to her, when he was horny.
Then Linda came up behind her and stood close. Two lovely faces looked at each other, in the mirror, and each saw something that they were looking for, in each other's eyes.
Suddenly, Linda said: "Terry you know what? Let's get you out of this old jersey, and into some nice clothes so we can get the colours right."
