The Seductress
Their tenant toys with the secret bisexual longings of a beautiful woman. And her husband.
I chose Lesbian Sex as the predominant theme of this one, even though it contains scenes of gay and straight sex too. Please enjoy and leave me your comments at the end.
Joanna Rippon brushed back her long dark hair, looking at herself in the mirror, thinking about the attractive tenant she and her husband were now hosting in their small AirBnB apartment, an expensively converted garage behind their house. Michele, who happened to be an old friend of her husband, had moved in a few months earlier. She was a very good-looking, interesting young woman who had a very permissive sense of fashion -- in fact, let's face it, she was kind of slutty, and dressed pretty much like a hooker. Joanna didn't think her husband had ever dated her but she wasn't sure. Even though it had to be said, Michele was extremely alluring in her micro skirts or hot pants, dark tights and, well, the way she confidently showed off her killer body. Nobody could miss her huge, beautiful boobs and her curvaceous ass. Would her husband ever have dated a woman like that? She didn't think so. Steve was staid and unadventurous, so it seemed unlikely he would have slept with such a skank.
Joanna put on a bra, adjusting it to support her grapefruit-sized breasts. She was proud of her body. She worked hard at the gym and it showed. She was particularly proud of her boobs, which men had always complimented her on. Even as she approached her 34th birthday, she was happy that they were still high and firm. Not as large or in-your-face as Michele's, of course, but a nice size for her frame, and firm enough that she could go without a bra. She went to her panty drawer and grabbed some sensible cotton panties. Then she paused for a second, dropped them back in and instead selected a racy, purple thong with lace trim which she knew was impractical, but she liked that it felt wickedly sexy between her buttocks. There was nothing wrong with a married woman feeling a little bit sexy and wearing naughty undies now and again, was there? She picked out her long, floral summer dress and stepped into it, knowing that it flattered her lithe figure, and adjusted the stretchy waistband so it sat just above her hips, then she twirled in front of the mirror, admiring the way the flowery material flared out. She was definitely feeling sexy this morning, she thought, as she sat to apply her makeup. She smiled as she reached for her most seductive red lip gloss. What the hell, her naughty, flirty mood required slutty lips, and that's that.
She thought again about her fascination with Michele. At just 24, she was a decaade younger than Steve and herself. Just a girl, really. She'd seemed a bit lost when she approached Steve two years earlier when they became re-acquainted, but she'd managed to get a qualification as some sort of counsellor. They'd been looking for a longer term tenant in the Little House (that was the most creative name she and Steve had been able to come up with), so Michele had shown up at the perfect time, and now she ran some sort of therapy sessions out of the newly built unit. She seemed to be doing quite well, judging by the steady flow of clients who came and went during the day.
Mostly men, though, which was interesting. Wouldn't a female therapist have mainly female clients? Joanna wondered for the hundredth time exactly what went on in there. Maybe she could pump Michele for some information when she went over there this morning. She collected the weekly rent every Monday, which Michele always paid in cash. That was another intriguing detail. Joanna's husband Steve left the accounting up to her because being an accountant was her job. She kept the books for a local haulage company while Steve, who seemed to be frequently in between jobs, was seeking new employment.
Joanna liked the feel of the dress swishing on her naked buttocks as she walked over to the Little House. It was fun to wear naughty underwear at work, and she experienced the usual little thrill of nervous excitement at the prospect of seeing what Michele would be wearing this week.
Michele's eyes widened when she answered the door and saw how nicely put together Joanna looked.
"I love it when you dress up for me," she teased with a smile as she let Joanna in. Michele was wearing her trademark black stretchy knit miniskirt which eagerly hugged the shapely curves of her ass, and a short sleeved white top through which Joanna could clearly see her sheer black bra struggling to contain Michele's bountiful breasts. Her nipples were clearly visible, and Joanna envied her self-confidence being able to dress like that. She was a very sexy woman, Joanna mused to herself. Extremely attractive in the slutty sort of way that men liked.
"I didn't dress up for you, silly," Joanna replied, "I'm off to work, as you well know." She was blushing furiously. Why did Michele make her so uncomfortable? Was she was flirting with her? And where did she get off making such a presumptuous comment? It wasn't as if she'd been thinking about Michele when she got dressed so carefully that morning, was it? Well, OK maybe she had been, actually, but only because there was something so compelling about their excitingly cool tenant. Joanna watched the interesting way Michele's breasts moved as she turned, and the full roundness of her curvy bottom filling out the knitted material of her skirt. She was so sensual... so alluring... so seductive. She had a tattoo of a bare-breasted mermaid on her forearm. Joanna couldn't take her eyes off her. She was such a sexual being. Somehow Joanna's heart rate was higher than usual and her face felt flushed.
"Here you go," Michele said, handing her the usual sheaf of twenties. Where did she get her cash from? Joanna was trying to formulate a question when Michele said matter-of-factly, "I'm surprised you wore a bra with that dress, Joanna."
"Oh, what? Well, I..." Joanna felt flustered but also flattered that Michele had been checking her out, "Do you think that I don't need one? I mean, that the dress, um, you know, doesn't need one?"
"Well, you have a great figure -- I'm sure you could get away without wearing a bra. You're boobs are so nice and firm, and yes, that dress would look much better without one."
"Um, thank you," stammered Joanna, blushing furiously. Somehow the warmth of her embarrassment seemed to have travelled down between her breasts to her core and was settling in her crotch. Michele put her hand on Joanna's shoulder, letting her fingertips caress the other woman's neck. It was a careless gesture, but also a very intimate one, and Joanna could feel her body responding unbidden in a sexual way. She'd never had feelings for other women ever, but somehow Michele always managed to push her buttons and she found it secretly thrilling. Having a highly attractive, sexy young woman flirt so boldly with her was exciting.
"But I don't know if you realize that the clasp is visible at the back, down here," Michele went on, tracing her fingertips down between Joanna's shoulder blades to tug at the strap of her bra. Joanna shivered at her touch. "Come on, let's see what it looks like without it. Turn around."
