I want to thank MJ and JJ from The Fenlands for inspiring this story.
Part 2
The next few days were a blur, little more than barely controlled chaos. They were soon flooded with orders since the only other eating establishment in the small town closed as soon as the shutdown went into effect. It was all they could do to fill the requests, especially when the social services office asked for help providing food every day to some pensioners in dire straights.
Each night the two of them returned exhausted to the cottage well after dark. While Jenny fixed dinner, Clare showered then sat naked eating her meal. After dinner, Jenny took her turn in the shower with Clare sitting on the commode watching and pinching her nipples.
Jenny spent a lot of time trying to figure out the demeanor change Clare seemed to go through each night when they returned to the cottage. At the cafe, she was most definitely in complete charge, doing anything and everything necessary to keep things operating smoothly. Once they entered the cottage, she changed markedly, completely deferential, submissive almost, to Jenny.
On the sixth night, Jenny felt a familiar twinge in her pussy as she brushed over her sensitive nipples while soaping herself in the shower. She realized it had been almost a week since she last masturbated and a lot longer since her last fuck...a lot longer.
Suddenly Jenny was desperately horny.
She glanced over where Clare sat staring at her intently, needing to touch herself...to cum...yet embarrassed to just go ahead and do so in front of Clare. As she let the water run colder to help dissipate her passion, she remembered Clare starting to play with herself in the bed that first night.
It dawned on Jenny that Clare hadn't tried again, in the bed anyway, since saying she would not until Jenny allowed her. It didn't take Jenny long to conclude Clare was probably as horny as she was, maybe even more so being nineteen years younger.
"Doesn't that hurt?" Jenny asked Clare as she dried herself looking at the puffy nipples Clare continued to pinch and pull.
"A little," Clare replied with an impish grin, "but I like it, especially when I'm randy."
"Like it?" Jenny asked in surprise. "Really?"
"Oh yeah...I like rough sex sometimes...hell, most times," Clare murmured huskily, "nothing that's really harsh or leaves lasting marks or anything like that. Sometimes I cum really intensely being restrained or spanked while being fucked...or my pussy being licked and sucked."
Jenny thought that might be too much information, especially since the implication was that her father and mother physically abused Clare as part of their incestuous sexual play. Yet Clare seemed nonchalant about the revelation and Jenny felt a yet stronger stirring in her own cunt.
By this time, they both slept in the small bed nude save for the panties Jenny continued to wear. Jenny could feel Clare's hip lightly touching hers as they both lay on their backs in the dark.
"You can do it again if you want," Jenny whispered softly as she unconsciously fondled her own right nipple, sending a sensual pulse to her pussy.
"Do what?" Clare asked.
"Play with yourself," Jenny said lowly, turning to look at Clare, "make yourself cum...if you want...like the night I stopped you."
"Thank you, Ma'am but would you prefer I do you first?" Clare said coyly. "It would be my pleasure to service you."
"That's alright," Jenny replied, feeling the heat growing between her legs, "I think it best we each just take care of our own needs...for now."
Clare did not need additional prompting. She lay flat on her back with her legs spread wide, the left one pressing against Jenny. She first fondled both of her tits before snaking her right hand down under the sheet to split the wet folds of her pussy lips. When she slid two fingers into the tight entry to her cunt, she brought her other hand down, pinched her massive clit in two fingers and began to jerk it off like a little boy's cock.
Jenny initially lay unmoving next to Clare, feeling the way Clare's legs trembled and her body writhed. After a few moments, Clare's fingers were making a wet, squishy sound in her cunt and she began moaning lowly as her hips bounced in a steady rhythm. Her entire body tensed and she let out a muffled shriek before slumping back on to the bed panting raggedly.
While Clare masturbated herself to what appeared to Jenny to be a fairly massive orgasm, Jenny was fingering her own wet pussy. She furiously attacked her own clit with one hand while pinching her left nipple with the other. Her subdued climax followed Clare's by just a few seconds with a fair amount of her pussy juices soaking her lacy panties and smearing the inside of her upper thighs.
"Thank you, Ma'am, for allowing me to do that," Clare said when her breathing returned to normal and her body stopped quivering. "You know you can use my body in whatever way pleases you now...anyway...anything...anytime."
With that, Clare rolled over, gave Jenny a light kiss on the cheek then rolled back on her other side, apparently almost instantly asleep. Jenny lay for some minutes staring at the ceiling, enjoying the last aftershocks of her unexpectedly strong orgasm, wondering if she crossed a line over which she could never return...or if she even wanted to do so.
Jenny awoke in the morning with Clare's arm draped across her body and a hand covering her belly button. When she moved slightly, Clare's hand snaked down toward Jenny's pussy. Jenny stopped it by placing her hand on top of Clare's. They lay in silence for a few minutes before getting up to start the day. As Clare rose, Jenny was inexplicably moved to reach over and give her a somewhat playful slap on her bare ass cheek.
"Thank you, Ma'am," Clare responded with a grin, "I do hope there is much more of that to come."
With that Clare walked to the toilet to pee while Jenny still lay in the bed, mixed emotions flitting through her head even as her pussy tingled again.
Over the next few days, they settled into a busy routine at the cafe. Clare found every excuse she could to touch Jenny, not sexually
per se
but more like maintaining and enhancing their physical connection. Each night, her demeanor changed completely upon entering the cottage, deferring to Jenny in every way. After that first time, Clare even went so far as to specifically ask permission to masturbate as they lay in bed each night before going to sleep and to warmly thank Jenny after she increasingly noisily achieved her climax.
Jenny found herself being more and more aroused by the situation. By the third night after they got off next to each other, she didn't even try to disguise that she was masturbating right along with Clare. Soon after that, she told Clare to pull the sheet aside so they could see the way each other fingered themselves. Not surprisingly, their now regular nightly orgasms became longer and more intense.
Then one night, Jenny didn't even realize Clare was fondling her left tit until her own especially intense orgasm ebbed away. The looked at each other, smiling shyly in the dim light before Jenny fell asleep with Clare's hand still cupping that breast.
They also fell into an unusual morning routine. Clare was first out of the bed but before going to pee, she would bend over with her ass in the air for Jenny to give her a playful swat. As the days passed, the slaps became harder and more plentiful at Clare's behest.
"Please, Ma'am, may I have another"
or
"Harder please, Ma'am"
became ritual requests with which, after the first few times, Jenny willingly and eagerly complied. She then fingered her own pussy with the palm of her hand still stinging from the slaps while watching and listening to Clare pee.
There was no longer a question if she and Clare would have an uninhibited and unrestrained sexual relationship...just when Jenny would finally surrender and take the last inevitable steps into complete intimacy.
In the middle of the fourth week, Clare came back where Jenny was sorting take out containers with tears welling up in her eyes. Without a word, Jenny hugged her close, the flood of tears soaking her t-shirt on her left shoulder.
"What's the matter?" Jenny finally asked when Clare's sobs slowed.
"Fucking Harry," Clare grumbled, leaning back against the table top with her eyes cast down at the floor.
"What did he do?"
"You know we're doing reasonably well here," Clare explained, "we pretty much broke even last week and might even make a small profit by the end of the next while keeping most of the staff working and paid."
"Thanks to your hard work and organizing skills," Jenny murmured, putting an arm around Clare's shoulder, barely resisting the sudden urge to fondle Clare's tit.
"Well, he's not doing as well. Granted he does have more competition but he's also basically a lazy shit and wants everyone to do everything for him. Apparently he can't get the delivery part working properly and curb side pick up is slow, so he's thinking about shutting everything down."
