Prologue:
The following is a continuation of the Lost Creek Wives' Club (LCWC) series, and as always, I recommend reading the prior installment first.
Comments are welcome as long as they are constructive.
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After Donna fully recovered from the two incredible orgasms she had on the Sybian, she asked if there was a bathroom with a little more privacy than the half bath in the hall where she could clean herself and get dressed. I gathered up her clothes and with her still wrapped in the afghan led her upstairs to Maureen's master bathroom.
As soon as we arrived there, I showed her where everything was and to feel free to take a quick shower if she wanted and I'd wait in the master bedroom until she was finished.
"As much as I like to, I'll pass on the shower and just freshen up here at the sink." Then just as I was leaving so she could be alone..."No need to leave Lacey. As a matter of fact, I'd like you to stay to keep me company until I'm ready to go back down stairs."
"Are you sure Donna?"
"Very much so." After which she removed the afghan and while standing there in all her naked glory, began washing at the sink.
I sat on the commode with the cover down and once again couldn't help but admire her. Maybe a bit too much, but it was hard not to as she had a fabulous body profile when standing upright, and her huge tits couldn't have been more breathtaking whenever she bent over the sink.
Eventually she couldn't help notice me in the mirror ogling her since it was so obvious, which prompted me to say something in my defense..."Sorry if I'm staring Donna, but I can't help but appreciate what a lovely woman you are. It's not often, if ever, that any of us in our club get to see each other naked, and you're amazing for your age, and have an equally amazing body."
"Thank you Lacey. It means a lot to me coming from you since I've admired you ever since we first met. And talk about being amazing for someone's age, you've got me beat by a mile."
"You've never seen me naked Donna."
After she laughed..."You do have me at a disadvantage, but I doubt I would be Lacey."
As she continued to clean-up at the sink I couldn't help but wonder if she was bisexual. I never got a feeling, or even an inkling, she was, and figured she was straight as an arrow. But being relatively new to swinging both ways my sixth sense for if another woman is bisexual is not as finely honed as some yet. Or else Donna, is much better at hiding it than most.
Once she finished washing and was fixing her hair, out of the blue she asked..."If you don't mind me asking Lacey, you and Maureen seem to be very close. A lot closer than the rest of us girls are with each other and I was wondering if you two are old friends or something?"
"We've only known each other for a few years. We first met after her and her husband John first moved here." Then without elaborating..."But yes, we are very close."
"It's easy to see you are. Like there's something special between you two."
Once again without elaborating..."I guess you could say there is, although I never realized it was noticeable."
"It is to me, and more so recently than in the past. It's as though your fondness for each other has become deeper and more meaningful if you know what I mean."
"I guess you could say, the longer we've known each other, the more fond we become of one another." Then in an attempt to steer the subject away from Maureen and I..."What about you Donna, do you have anyone you'd call a dear friend and are very close with? Someone you'd talk to about things you wouldn't with your husband?"
"Not really, except for my twin sister, who unfortunately lives in another state, although we talk or text almost daily."
"Hard to believe there are two of you."
"It's amazing how much we still look alike in spite of us being up there in age. Still almost a mirror image of each other. We still wear our hair the same and dress alike."
"I'd love to meet her, so if and when she visits, please consider inviting me to."
"I will. Now that I'm finished here, where did you put my clothes?"
I quickly went into the master bedroom to retrieve them and after placing them on the vanity, Donna asked if I'd help her put her bra on. With me standing behind her, and after she put her arms through the straps, I began hooking the back. Unfortunately, very clumsily as though I couldn't keep myself from feeling her back somewhat, which was incredibly soft and smooth. But I never felt another woman's back that wasn't and it caused her to shudder slightly as her upper back and neck broke out in goosebumps.
Soon as I had her bra hooked together..."Sorry about being so clumsy Donna, but I'm farsighted. Without my glasses I had a hard time with getting the little hooks in the eyelets." It was the best excuse I could come up with at the time.
She didn't reply at first, but turned around and while facing me with our faces only about six inches apart, and her still naked except for the bra..."If you say so Lacey, but I'd hate to think of the effect you'd have on me if you put some effort into it." After which we just looked at one another for what seemed like an eternity as though waiting for one of us to make the first move.
Just as our lips began getting closer, along with both our heads tilting to the right, Maureen yelled from the top of the stairs..."Lacey, where the hell are you? I know you're up here somewhere. I saw you and Donna come upstairs together."