Author's Note: This is the first chapter of a proposed series. The story revolves around Penelope, a naive and unwitting exhibitionist. Although she is a virgin, there is some consensual sexual content between some of the other characters, straight, lesbian and incestual.
Tina Lovemore stopped dead in her tracks, handbag and shopping bags dropping to the ground, and gasped audibly when she caught sight of her eighteen year old niece Penelope skipping towards her through the crowd on Rodeo Drive. Penelope was an extraordinarily beautiful girl with blue eyes, strawberry blond hair, full pink pouting lips and just a hint of a tan. But that wasn't why she gasped. It also wasn't the sight of her long coltish legs bared nearly to her crotch by her baggy blue jersey shorts. Nor was it her flat smooth tummy, stretching taut from the bottom of her oversized cropped white tank-top to nearly the top of her pubic mound where the shorts seemed to be hanging on despite the rigorous movement of her skipping. Standing five foot four, with a tiny waist, ample hips and a full bottom, all of these features combined were sensational. What made Tina Lovemore gasp was the brief flashes of bobbling 36EE breasts jutting straight out in defiance of gravity tipped by stiff coral-pink nipples pointing skyward as the bottom of the shirt bounced up and down. Although she saw her niece nude quite frequently, these public displays never ceased to give her a thrill.
Penelope, or Pinky as her father Mike had dubbed her due to the way her hair shone pink when the sun struck it just right, was something of a special creature, completely innocent of her charms and the effect she had on others. Penelope had been diagnosed by her pediatrician with a rare condition known as textile dermatitis--basically an allergy to clothing. It was a very unusual condition as it came and went day to day, but never completely went away.
Her Father, Mike Fairmont, a hedge fund manager, was financially well-off. He had followed his father into a career on Wall St. His father had come up in the go-go eighties when the mantra was "greed is good." Mike had majored in mathematics in college, eschewing the usual business/finance degree. He was, in the jargon, a quant.
Her mother Elizabeth, or Elly as her friends called her, was quite happy and fulfilled staying home. She had majored in Art History and was working in interior design when she met Mike. Once married and before deciding to start a family she kept busy furnishing their first house and starting an art collection. Elly couldn't bear blank walls.
They made the decision early on to home-school Pinky. As she grew up, they made it a point to assure her that there was nothing wrong with her, and certainly nothing to be embarrassed about. Clothing was just a necessary part of going out in public. They explained to her that most people would be uncomfortable with public displays of nudity, or even of various body parts, and that Pinky should always try to keep herself clothed. It was ok in some situations to wear very little clothing, such as at the beach. But it was not appropriate to wear the same clothing to the grocery store. As time went by, they soon came to realize that their little beauty, while very affectionate and considerate of others was, to put it nicely, not too bright. She was a good girl, in every sense of the word, but college and a career were not in her future. But she was happy, never seemed bored and was always respectful of her parents wishes. Since money was not an issue, her parents resigned themselves to the situation and soon the issue just went away. They were, to all outward appearances, a perfectly normal and happy family.
Penelope was oblivious to her situation. She was blissfully skipping along and humming to herself. The crowd of people around her was another matter, and they had most definitely noticed the young beauty and her charms. Many of the men stared and grinned widely and felt a sudden tightening in their pants as they briefly imagined what lay under the rest of her skimpy outfit. Women reacted in different ways. Some were shocked by such an outrageous public display. Some found her sensational and laughed out loud, wishing they could act so freely in public and be so comfortable with their bodies. One woman in particular watched in rapt amazement, a glazed look of lust coming over her face. Wearing a very short skirt herself, a tight blouse, and clearly braless, as well as pantyless, she was instantly aroused. The heat was already getting her damp between the legs and now she was positively juicy. Without realizing it, she reached down with her right hand to the bottom of her skirt and was just about to lift it and give her clit a diddle when she came to her senses, turned, and hurriedly walked away just as Penelope skipped past.
About thirty feet away Penelope suddenly noticed her Aunt Tina. Their meeting was not accidental as they had already decided the previous day to meet for lunch. Tina had some shopping to do and Penelope would meet her. From there they would decide where to go. Grinning widely, she skipped toward her Aunt stopping inches away and raised her arms to give her a hug. As her arms went up so did her top fully exposing her sensational tits. By then she was close enough so that they weren't on public display. Standing on tip toes her breasts pressed into Tina's own ample bosom as she hugged her neck and kissed her cheek.
"Hi Aunt Titty! Where are we going for lunch?"
Tina, or Aunt Titty as her niece had dubbed her as a toddler learning to talk, was quite a stunner. At five feet nine inches, with a trim waist, flaring hips, and 42F breasts, she made quite an impression. She had long fiery red hair, always worn up, emerald eyes and a perfect cream complexion. She was dressed in a taupe colored Dior suit of Irish linen with pleated, high waisted trousers and a double breasted jacket with wide peak lapels. Her blouse was a cream color silk, unbuttoned just enough to show a hint of the glorious bosom it concealed. Her feet were clad in Gaziano & Girling walnut and cream men's spectator oxfords. She topped off her outfit with a white broad brimmed Panama fedora and oversized Prada sunglasses.
Tina Lovemore was, in LA jargon, in "the business." Her most well-known role had been a television show in which she had a recurring character appearing in nearly every episode for ten seasons. But that was 20 years ago, and she was now, much to her liking, no longer recognized on the street. At least not for her acting roles. These days, at the age of 40, but looking not a day over 30, she did mostly Lifetime movies, stage plays, and the occasional small role in period movies set during the 30's and 40's, a specialty for which she was well-known by directors and casting agents. But she was definitely noticed. She was always the best dressed--male or female--wherever she went, unlike most people in the business who dressed like slobs. Street fashion photographers knew her and she frequently appeared in their blogs. Those who knew her always recognized her. Those who didn't wished they did. She frequented a club downtown that regularly held big-band nights and patrons were encouraged to dress for the period. She had a few outfits modeled after the style Joan Crawford made famous with wide padded shoulder jackets and knee-length skirts.
"Why don't we get away from these crowds and go to the diner?" she said to Pinky.
The diner, as it was called by the locals, was a place up in the canyon where they both lived. Tina and Penelope were regulars. It was tourist season, so it would be busier than usual. Tina didn't worry about that. The owner, Marjorie Madsen, always kept a booth open for some of her favorite regulars, both Tina and Penelope being at the top of that list. Tina retrieved her phone from her Birkin bag and rang Marjorie.
"Hello Marjorie, its Tina."
"Hi Tina! Coming for lunch?"
"Yes, I'm with Penelope and we should be there in about 45 minutes."
Marjorie had known Penelope since she was a youngster as her parents were frequent patrons. She was well acquainted with Penelope's particular predilections. She didn't see the harm in it and it didn't seem to hurt her business any.
"Well," she said, chuckling, "this could be interesting. We're busy today. Lots of tourists. But I'll have your usual booth ready."
"We're on Rodeo, and there has already been quite a show here."
"Looking forward to seeing you both," she said, barely suppressing her laughter.
They made their way to the parking garage and met a handsome deeply tanned young man at the valet station. Tina handed him her ticket. Looking at the ticket number he opened the key safe and retrieved the keys. Less than a minute later he pulled up in a powder blue 1955 T-Bird convertible. As he was opened the door to exit the vehicle he looked up to see Penelope raise both arms to pull her hair back away from her face and knot it loosely into a pony tail. The movement caused her top to rise just enough to expose the full bottoms of her boobs and just a hint of areola. The young man's eyes bulged, and he swallowed hard. Quickly looking away he stepped out of the car handing Tina the keys.
"We don't see many of those maam," he stammered, "I mean, uhm, these, cars I mean, like this."
"No, I'm sure you don't," Tina said, smiling broadly and handing him a twenty.
Arriving at the diner, they entered and were greeted by a young woman named Casey at the hostess desk.
"Miss Lovemore," she said smiling, and nodded politely to Tina. "I have your usual booth ready."
