"All… just right. Perfect."
In silence, Hildy plunged her arms into the pyramid of foam to start spreading a film of soapy lather over the plump shoulders of her aunt. She worked swiftly, waiting for some reaction as the flesh quivered under her fingers.
"You-you don't have to do that."
"Sure, I do. Part of my job." Then, "Hey, don't wiggle around so much. I'm getting soaked."
"Sorry. Oh, you are wet. Your dress…"
"Yeah." Hildy stepped back. "Well, I'll just have to do something about that. Mind if I get comfortable?" Briskly, almost nonchalantly, she undid a button and tugged a zipper and peeled out of the garment.
The expression on Aunt Inez's face came as a revelation and Hildy was instantly aware of the possibilities. The discarded dress was damp and her original idea had been only to protect it. But now, suddenly, they were beyond that stage. The hunger in her aunt's eyes was just too noticeable. That hot stare seemed to be piercing the thin fabric of her bra and panties. She could almost feel it burning through.
Hurriedly, pulses pounding in a kind of weird excitement, Hildy stripped herself bare. Then, posing for a moment, she let the avid eyes drink their fill as they made her more and more conscious of her own sexual power. Now the gaze was fixed and unashamed, practically scorching her skin.
"Hildegarde… you…"
"I wish you'd call me Hildy. Or darling, maybe. I hate that Hildegarde name. It sounds so…"
"Darling, you're beautiful." The voice was choked, just a whisper. "I never dreamed you were so lovely." Elation surged, but Hildy managed to hide it. Instead, feigning a businesslike attitude, she bent and continued her job of bathing the plump figure beneath the hill of bubble-froth. But now her young breasts were out in the open, small but compact and nicely shaped, jutting like a pair of wicked temptations in front of the woman's face.
And temptations they were, evidently. "Darling, I-I…" Breathing audibly, Inez stumbled over her words. She swallowed them, lapsing into silence…
The tiny bathroom, suffused with the mingled odors of perfumes and powders and delicate femininity, became charged with currents of emotion. Hildy bent lower, her hand slithering around and moving down across the rounded belly to cup the soft wet silk mound. She heard a gasp but ignored it as her fingers began to wiggle. The idea of playing with a woman's pussy didn't much appeal to her, but it seemed like the natural thing to do at this stage of the game. Give a little, gain a lot. So just this once…
Other than the busy fingers down there, she remained completely still. Motionless. Her breasts were just inches from Inez's open mouth. And slowly, as though nothing could interrupt the all but imperceptible closing of the gap, the inches melted away. Hildy watched through half-lidded eyes as the shiny lips approached. And then they were where she wanted them, on her breasts – she's kissing my tits! – exactly where they belonged, those eager lips, sucking the nipples in unconcealed desire. The lips of her high-and-mighty Aunt Inez. Sucking, sucking, suck, suck, suck – and Hildy found the sensation positively exhilarating.
After a while she pulled back slightly to see what would happen, gloating as the pursed lips strained frantically to follow, the yearning face all contorted. Again, deliberately, she moved backward a trifle and again, just as expected, the motion brought an immediate response. A moan, almost a sob – and once more the feverishly seeking mouth. Now the hungry woman was half up out of the tub trying to retain contact.
Hildy straightened up with a smile, waiting for the reaction and preparing herself to cope with it, whatever it might be. Now or never! No better opportunity would ever come along. The final blow had to be administered this very night.
A mumble, "I-I'm sorry."
"Sorry about what?"
"I didn't mean to – well, you know…"
"Oh shit, Aunt Inez, let's not kid ourselves. We both know the score now. I finger-fucked you a little and that did it. Turned you on, right? You got hot. Hot enough to kiss my tits. Hot enough to lap my cunt if I gave you the chance. Hot enough to stick your tongue up my asshole and…"
"Hildegarde!"
"My name is Hildy, damn you! Now come on, hustle your ass out of the tub and let's jump into bed. As long as we're going to do something, let's do it right. Come on!"
A scramble of action resulted. There was only a pretense of drying off and then they scurried out into the bedroom, Hildy leading the way. At the bed she pushed the breathless woman down on her back and leaned over her. "Here. You like my titties?" This time she made no attempt to tease when the glistening lips parted. "Good. Kiss my tits, my nice young tits. Yeah. That's it. You love them. You love all of me, right?"
"Ah… yesss."
"Then touch me. Touch me with your hands." Hildy clambered up over the supine form, making herself comfortable, resting upon her hands and knees. "Yes, like that. Touch me. All of me. Come on, touch my cunt!"
"Darling."
"Your fingers. Good, good."
"Mmm?"
"Now your mouth!"
A small wail sounded but was quickly muffled as Hildy shifted to press her advantage to the utmost. The plump body underneath jerked and twitched, but the only thing that moved with any real purpose was an unseen tongue. That moved delightfully, and she knew that everything was coming up roses.
"Yeah. Great! It figures. Like I said awhile ago, you know all about cuntlapping, you sure do. Now let's see if you know how to lick an ass. Here. A nice young ass." And then, as the unseen tongue complied unstintingly with the new and forceful thrust of her body, "Oh shit, Aunt Inez, think of all the time we've wasted. You could have been eating my cunt and sucking my ass weeks ago, isn't that right?"
"Ummm."
"But don't worry, we'll make up for lost time."
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
When the phone rang, Elspeth grabbed for it and answered and immediately became incensed. "What's keeping you? I thought sure you'd be home by now."
"Hey, don't bite my head off."
"Okay, okay. But I've got a right to be peeved. Joan, where the hell are you? Still at the beauty salon?"
"No. I'm calling from a phone booth. Midtown. I finished at the salon and stopped to do some shopping."
"Shopping? Oh shit, you knew I was waiting for you. Anyway, why are you calling? Just jump into a cab and come on home. I'm dying to get a look at your hair job."
"Uh-huh. Right away. But please don't be angry with me. I only phoned to ask you for a favor; there's something I'd like you to do. Just a small favor and I'm sure you won't object once you've heard it. So won't you please listen?"
"I'm listening. Go ahead."
"Well… uh… I don't want you to see me until I'm ready. I'd like to look my best for you. Spectacular, even. So would you just hide your eyes or something? Go into the kitchen and have a cup of coffee, maybe – just stay out of the way until you hear me call you. Honey, would you be sweet and not ask questions and just do that for me? I promise you won't be disappointed."
"Spectacular, huh?" Elspeth's petulance vanished like snow in the sunlight. Now she understood the reason for the delay. But that only increased her impatience. "All right, Joan, I'll do it. But hurry up, will you? Don't you dare keep me waiting one minute longer than necessary. Now come on!"
She hung up, checked the clock, and put on a pot of coffee. Then, draped in a light robe only, she sat down in the kitchen and for the umpteenth time wondered what her roomie would look like with jet-black hair. Ostensibly, the new hair color was intended to boost Joan's prospects at the agency, but Elspeth knew better. The responsibility was hers. She could hardly wait to see her revamped and redecorated little slave girl. In a way, she felt rather like a playwright on opening night about to see his creation come to life.