Chapter 3 --The make-over continues (Friday, August 4th)
Elizabeth slept in the next day, having barely stirred when the alarm went off and Peter left for work. She woke up slowly much later, feeling very relaxed, with vague memories of very erotic dreams mixed with the recollection of the night before. She smiled to herself. Too bad Peter had needed to get some sleep; she could have kept going all night.
She felt well rested and well fucked this morning though, and she jumped up to grab a shower. She'd meant to be quick so she could get going on some work, but instead she lingered under the hot water. Her skin felt very sensitive, and she found herself running her hands over her body, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples, sliding down between her legs. She came almost as soon as her fingers touched her clit, and she had to catch herself against the wall. She still felt turned on, but reluctantly turned off the tap and dried herself off. Wrapping herself in a fleecy bathrobe, she went down to the kitchen and fixed a cup of coffee before wandering in to the studio to look at the painting she was working on. She looked at it thoughtfully for a few moments, but when she glanced over at the couch her eye was caught by the sketchbook, and the drawings she'd made of Susan and Erin and Ann and herself in various poses. The sight of it sent another rush of heat to her pussy and breasts that made her catch her breath.
Then she remembered all of the products that Susan had left her. She should probably look at them before Susan came over at lunch, to at least have an idea of what was there. Setting down her coffee cup, she brought all of it out and spread it across her worktable. There was makeup, of course, of many sorts: blushes, foundations, lipstick, eyeliner, eyeshadow, mascara, glitter. But there were a lot of other things as well, tubes and bottles of creams and lotions and liquids. She sorted through the pile, separating them out. Skin creams, hair gel and spray, moisturizers, sunblocks, tanning lotions, depilatories, even -- she laughed -- sex creams, supposed to increase sensitivity and arousal. It seemed like a lot of stuff for Susan to have brought over, but she vaguely recalled Erin and Ann pulling items out of their bags as well. That must have been it.
By the time Susan arrived at noon, Elizabeth had redone the makeup job that her visitor had done for her the previous afternoon. As soon as she had started applying the foundation, her arousal had roared back full force along with the warmth and tingling from the makeup. Every stroke of the sponge on her cheek, every stroke of the brush on her eyelid, she got wetter and wetter. But she wasn't satisfied with it, and when the doorbell rang she ran quickly to answer. She was still wearing only her bathrobe, which had come almost loose enough to show her hard nipples.
Susan had brought Ann back with her. They were both carrying large bags and wearing stylish summer wear that showed a lot of skin. They kissed her cheerfully on the cheek as they entered, complimenting her on the makeup job. She thanked them politely but insisted that she still had a lot to learn. She led them back to the studio, where they went directly to the table. Susan approvingly looked at the sorted items.
"I'm so glad you like what we brought over for you!" she exclaimed. "Now, we've got lots more today. Where would you like to start?"
Elizabeth paused uncertainly. "I'm not really sure," she said. "I've never used a lot in the way of beauty products, and there's so much here."
Susan smiled at her. "Well, why don't you let Ann and I show you then? We're ever so familiar with everything we brought over. We use it all the time, and they're such good products!"
