Nellie said nothing. She offered Melissa the towel that held the precious lavender panties.
Melissa held out her arms to Nellie and in seconds the young British girl fell into them, old worn robe and all, her long hair hanging down to her waist, her robe parting, fully exposing her lovely breasts, and her pussy hairs all tangled and matted from her masturbation. She pressed her beautiful, young body to Melissa's.
"May I come in, honey?" Melissa asked.
Nellie fell to her knees, embracing Melissa around her naked thighs. She buried her face into Melissa's naked belly, sobbing. Hot tears wet Melissa's pussy hairs as the trembling girl, crying her heart out, began to kiss the older woman. Nellie's fingers groped, caressed and stroked Melissa's naked buttocks, while hugging Melissa's groin against her face.
Nellie finally got the courage to glance up. She didn't know what to say. She climbed to her feet and, as she did, Mrs. Staunton folded her into her arms.
Chapter Eleven
Mrs. Staunton led the trembling Nellie into her room toward the alcove in which the double bed was situated. Melissa's heart was pounding. The fact that the shivering, sweat-covered Nellie was stark naked under the old, tired bedroom robe exhilarated her.
Melissa's ripe breasts were throbbing, even hurting. She wasn't quite accustomed to the many strange, even bizarre sensations that were flooding over her own aroused body.
Nellie leaned her face close to Melissa's, and when the older woman felt the wet tears against her cheek, her heart went out to the young girl.
"Don't cry, my little darling," Melissa said soothingly. "Don't cry. Everything will be all right… soon."
Nellie let Mrs. Staunton help her sit down on the edge of the bed. Melissa handled her tenderly, as if she were ill, or had just suffered a terrible fall. She was genuinely concerned.
"Tell me what it is, Nellie. Tell Melissa what's bothering you," Mrs. Staunton said.
Since their rather unique relationship had begun, Melissa had not quite been able to figure out why she felt so sympathetic to the young English girl. From first sight, there had been a kind of physical and psychological rapport that was hard to define.
Nellie had a certain little-girl charm, a kind of physical innocence that went well with her upturned nose, her freckles and her sparkling young eyes.
Nellie also had another quality that might be called street-savvy, the kind one would associate with a young undereducated Cockney girl born and raised haphazardly in the slum tenements of London.
This lent a kind of charm to Nellie that actually puzzled Melissa somewhat, for she could not understand certain gestures and facial expressions Nellie made. This added to Nellie's mystery. Also, Nellie never showed fear, because she'd been brought up that way.
"Nellie, don't you want to tell me what's wrong? I'm sure I'll understand."
Nellie was trying hard to stop sobbing, but each time Mrs. Staunton would press her arm closer around Nellie's shoulders or move her body an inch closer, Nellie's sobs would only rise in her throat and she would burst out in fresh tears all over again.
"I can't," she said.
"Oh, come now. Surely you can. You trust me, don't you, Nellie?"
"Yes… yes," the girl answered between huge gulps of air. Melissa could smell her sweat. It was becoming more aromatic by the moment and Melissa found it intoxicating. It had the effect of a weird aphrodisiac.
When it dawned on Melissa that they were both naked beneath their robes, she felt a kind of churning in her cunt. She looked down and saw that her nipples were stiff. She dared to glance down at Nellie's naked breasts and saw that her nipples were also taut. This was wildly exciting and aroused a new burning desire in the older woman.
"Nellie?"
The girl looked up, again wiping her eyes and nose on her sleeve. "Yes… yes, Mrs. Staunton?"
"Nellie, do you think something to drink might help cheer you up? Maybe. well, maybe that would make you feel better than telling me what's wrong. What do you think?"
"But, Mrs. Staunton, I have… there's nothing here to drink in my rooms."
"I didn't suppose there was, dear. I thought I might ring for George and have him bring something to us."
Nellie was suddenly alarmed.
"What if George were to see us here… like this? We're hardly dressed?"
Melissa laughed. "That won't happen. I'll just tell him to leave it outside the door."
Nellie relaxed, the tension slowly leaving her body. "I didn't think of that."
"So, you would like something?"
"I think so. Yes." Nellie tried to cover up her nakedness by drawing her ragged robe closer, but since it had no buttons, it soon opened up again.
"How about some cognac?"
Nellie nodded. She saw Mrs. Staunton's eyes caressing her naked breasts. At first, this alarmed her, but as she watched the older woman lick her lips and wrinkle her brow, she felt much easier.
It was plain that Mrs. Staunton liked Nellie's young breasts, from the way she was staring at them, and this was arousing Nellie too, exciting her much more than she wanted to admit.
Mrs. Staunton went to the intercom box on the wall near the door. She asked for a bottle of cognac and two glasses.
George said he'd be right up. He asked if Nellie was ill and Mrs. Staunton said she was uneasy but she would be all right soon. He was to leave the bottle on the tray just outside the door.
Melissa returned to the bed.
"Climb up on the bed, dear," she said, "You'll be more comfortable."
Nellie obeyed, and as she did, her gown opened all the way. Mrs. Staunton sat down beside her and when Nellie made a weak effort to close the robe, Mrs. Staunton held her hand.
"You're so pretty to look at, darling," she said. "Won't you leave it open. just for me? Or will it embarrass you too much?"
A small grin came to Nellie's face. "You really think my shape's okay?"
"You have lovely breasts, darling," she said. Her hand reached out and the next thing Nellie knew, Melissa's fingers were grazing over her full, ripe breasts. Melissa cupped one breast and then rubbed her thumb over the erect nipple.
Nellie giggled. "You're tickling me."
"But not hurting you, right?" Melissa laughed.
"No," Nellie grinned, "It feels good."
"They're very pretty," Melissa repeated, "so firm, so nice, so round."
Nellie's own hands cupped her breasts. She raised them up, looking down at them critically, wrinkling her forehead as she did.
"The boys always loved them."
"They're sweet," said Melissa, as once again she touched, stroked and fondled them, rubbing them close together as Nellie watched.
"Feels very good," Nellie said, smiling up at Mrs. Staunton.
"You like what I'm doing?"
"Oh, yes. Oh, yes."
Melissa moved closer to Nellie. Her eyes caressed Nellie's stomach, her hairy triangle, and her thighs, running down her long legs, then back up again to linger at her crotch and her exquisite breasts.
Nellie's eyes were also roaming for Melissa's short wraparound was open and her breasts were visible. Then Nellie lowered her eyes to the patch of hair between Melissa's white thighs, but Melissa sat with her knees close together, so Nellie could not see below the triangle.
"Your breasts are nice, too," whispered Nellie. She wasn't sure she had the right to say anything at all about her mistress's beautiful breasts, but she'd taken the chance and now she waited to see what would happen.
"Thank you, my darling," replied Melissa. She sat back a little and then, to Nellie's utter surprise and perfect delight, Melissa slipped her wraparound off her shoulders. Now the older female was naked to the waist. Nellie was growing more and more excited.
"These are not as nice as yours are, dear."