Astronomy 4 - Domine
... sequel to Astronomy 1 - Eclipsus; Astronomy 2 - Flagrante; and Astronomy 3 - Delicto
Over dinner Jane and Patrick had a conversation neither of them would have dared dream of only a couple of years before. Now, well off and more emotionally sorted than ever, they happily explored either other's fantasies and lusts, continuing to do so for an hour or more after the meal was finished, before going to be to enjoy the kind of calm and passionate love only couples truly at ease with themselves can know. Before falling asleep they planned their excitements for the weekend.
Saturday morning started with an unmissable, maybe God-given, opportunity. Jane answered the phone. Oh my dear, breathed the mellifluous voice at the other end, I know you don't believe and all that, but could you do me the most tedious of favours and help pour the teas after church in the morning. All the old dears are down with something or other plus besides, unless these Sunday things get more life in them I swear I'll become an atheist, which might not do much for Michael's career in the church. That was Rosemary, she told Patrick, she wants me to help with teas tomorrow, I said I would. Perfect, he replied.
Patrick amused himself in his workshop while Jane went into the village for a paper, bread and a series of chats. She breezed in an hour or so later, a couple of bags in hand, with a beaming smile. I bumped into Zoe. And, he asked. Seems she's interested in stars and stuff - I said she could pop over this evening and play with the telescope, I said you wouldn't mind as you'll probably be busy with guitar things. Fine. Oh, and talking of which, I also saw Julie - I said how well you're Madrid trip had gone and she mumbled something apologetic about wanting to get more stuff for the school so I said I was sure you could do something. And. And I said she should pop around tomorrow afternoon. Doubly perfect, Patrick smiled.
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The doorbell rang dead on nine thirty. Even though the sky was still lit by the embers of the summer sun Jane had suggested the time to Zoe to give her time to get familiar with the telescope before complete darkness fell. Patrick opened the door. Zoe was a delectable delight. The same height as Jane, she was that rare combination of an athletically statuesque yet gracefully lithe young woman not quite turned twenty. Half Irish, half French, her powerfully rounded hips, thighs and breasts were softened by her olive complexion, anarchy of black curly hair and eyes darker than midnight. She was both girlishly pretty and womanly appealing, not least tonight dressed in a simple white shirt worn over an obviously navy-blue bra and a navy skirt that was short enough to have been designed for hockey or tennis. Hello, she said in her curious French accent with a heavy hint of southern Ireland, erm, Jane said. I know she did, Patrick smiled, come in. As Zoe entered the hallway Jane came from the sitting room to meet her, dressed again in yesterday's very short red gingham dress with the same top three and bottom two buttons undone. Would you like a glass of wine or something to take up with you, Jane asked smilingly, adding lest there be any doubt, go on, there's some left and Patrick's off to his shed so he won't want any more. OK, the girl smiled. I'll get it, Patrick offered. In a trice he was back with Jane's glass and a fresh one for Zoe. Still smiling happily, he stood at the bottom of the stairs and watched Jane lead Zoe up. As he would have to confess, his eyes did linger beneath Zoe's skirt, on the sculptured tops of her thighs, on the tightness of her white panties stretched across her obviously adorable buttocks. But mostly he was intent on following Zoe's own gaze, calculating the moment she realised that beneath her equally short dress his wife was wearing nothing.
In truth, the thought that Zoe would be unable to resist Sapphic temptation was no more than a hunch on his and Jane's part. For his own part, his reasoning was hardly more sophisticated than a general assumption that no pretty young girl would be able to resist Jane. For her part, Jane thought she had noticed something a little more empirical in an exchange between Zoe and Julie at the fete. So, encouraged by her husband's faithful love she had dressed to tempt and tease, forgoing panties with a wanton exuberance she had not previously realised she possessed. Walking slowly up the stairs, Zoe close behind, she felt aroused and liberated. Gently she swayed her hips, creating a subtle billow in the rise and fall of her dress that she knew would draw Zoe's eyes to her smoothly naked buttocks.
Patrick smiled with tender amusement as he watched Zoe pause just a moment, miss have a step so as to fall just a little further behind Jane, so as to enjoy a more complete sight of her soft nude bottom. With a movement that was surely involuntary, subliminal, Zoe stroked her own bottom gently with her free hand while keeping her eyes focused intently on Jane's. As the two women disappeared from view Patrick returned to the sitting room to enjoy his thoughts and wine. Five minutes later he crept stealthily up the rear stairs - no doubt the service stairs in days of old - to the attic floor and slipped, silently, through a narrow arch into the far dark end of Jane's observatory. With all the care and delicacy of a pick-pocket he eased himself noiselessly into a dusty the old armchair and watched his wife seduce young Zoe.
Zoe was sat in the bucket seat beneath the telescope, listening intently to Jane's advice on how to manoeuvre, aim and focus the thing, lightly caressing the girl's hands as she helped her get the feel of the variety of knobs and levers. Then, convinced she had said all that needed to be said about the telescope itself Jane advised Zoe to check once more that she was comfortable, emphasising the girl's need to have her feet flat on the floor, her shoulders firm against the back-rest and her bottom set deeply into the chair. Standing behind Zoe now Jane leaned over and gently but insistently eased the girl's shoulders and then her hips back. Patrick watched, amazed at her subtlety, as Jane's seemingly innocent gestures and nudges succeeded in pulling Zoe's already indelicately short skirt a further three or four inches up her athletic thighs.
With Zoe comfortable and occupied Jane slipped around the chair and knelt between the girl's feet. With disarming innocence she rested her crossed arms on top of Zoe's thighs, rested her chin on her wrists and calmly engaged the girl in conversation about what she could see in the sky. Each and every time the girl had difficulty with the controls Jane reached up to help, innocently brushing her hands up the girl's thighs as she did so, flicking the girl's skirt ever higher. Slowly, unthreateningly, through dint of subtle repetition, Jane brought her right hand to rest closer and closer to the girl's waiting pussy until, while once again helping Zoe focus the telescope Jane slipped her hand up inside the girl's skirt drawing a shudder of appreciation as her knuckles lightly pressed the tight white cotton of the girl's panties between her gooey labia. Hmm, I .. er, Zoe muttered; sshh, now, is that better, Jane whispered with such ambiguous innocence as to suggest she was completely unaware of what her right hand was doing. Er ... y-yes, Zoe replied, her focus on the stars blurred by Jane's intimate concentration on her gift from Venus.
Whilst gently exciting Zoe's pussy with her right hand Jane walked the fingers of her left hand up the girl's white shirt and skilfully unfastened the top two buttons. Mesmerized Zoe took over, first unbuttoning and opening her shirt to expose her young bosom, her large dark nipples beautifully visible through the delicate navy-blue lace. Then, after unfastening the clasp between the cups of her bra she slowly, sexily, eased her lusciously well-developed breasts free. Momentarily troubled she asked, will we be? Sshh, Jane whispered, no-one will disturb us up here, it's just you and me, alone and free to do whatever we want. The girl smiled contentedly and began to massage her breasts while enjoying Jane's attention to her pussy. Patrick watched intently, his mind further intoxicated as Zoe and Jane began to talk of their dirty, sexy, mutual desire.
- hmm, oh Jane, Zoe sighed in her musical, hybrid accent, I did not know ...
- nor did I, Jane replied, with an ambiguity obviously directed at Patrick
- ... but supposing
- you had resisted ... I would have let you use the telescope and then after you'd gone I would have returned here and made myself come whilst dreaming of the feel and smell and taste of your pussy ...
- oh my, Zoe sighed, momentarily breathless with lust
- ... and you feel and smell gorgeous, Zoe
- do I, the girl sighed excitedly
- very ... tell me, Jane whispered, how good your pussy tastes
- tell you ... but ... how?
- don't say you've never tasted your pussy, Jane exclaimed
- yes, of course, Zoe replied with an urgency driven by fear she might be perceived as too goody-two-shoes for Jane's liking, of course, she added more calmly, lots of times ...
- and do you like your taste
- ... yes, Zoe exclaimed proudly, yes, she repeated more thoughtfully, but I've never tasted any other
- I see, Jane smiled, her fingers now slipping beneath the crotch of the girl's panties, hmm, you feel lovely Zoe, so warm, so juicy ... do you think about tasting another woman when you masturbate?
- sometimes
- making her come ...
- uh-uh
- ... feeling her wetness, on your fingers, on your lips, on your tongue?
- oh yes, how did you ...did you see me? she asked with a sudden shock of concern
- see you, Jane repeated carefully, when might that have been?
- yesterday, the girl replied hesitantly
- yesterday? Jane replied, a troublesome intuition suggesting she was in for a surprise
- yes, Zoe replied firmly, oh I'm sorry, she continued quickly, I wasn't spying I just called around and happen to look in and ...
- saw me with Miss Lamb
- ... uh-uh
- I see ... for how long
- er, well, er ...
- so you watched me and Helen ...
- making love ... it was so beautiful ...
- ... and while you watched us
