When I walked, the hem of the flaring skirt bobbed, and my petticoats went swish-swish-swish under the dress.
"You have a really beautiful house," I said.
"Thank you, Honey. And a beautiful house should have a little beauty like you in it." He went into the living room, and I followed.
I asked him where Mrs. Dale was.
"Here I am," she said. "And you must be Honey!"
I hadn't seen her come in, since she entered the living room from behind me. When she spoke, I turned to look at her.
"Oh!" I gasped. "Oh, you are beautiful!"
"Why, thank you, you adorable little thing!" She came to meet me.
She was lovely. She looked like a movie star or something, not flashy, just great, with lots of class.
She was tall with light blonde hair which was cut straight and simply in a sweeping cut, kind of like a pageboy, so that it brushed her shoulders.
In her high heels she must have been a few inches under six feet tall. She was slim and tanned and elegant and dressed in white.
She was mature – as old as my mom, maybe older, but what a difference!
Her skin was like bronze and her hair was coppery. She wore little gold earrings which swayed when she walked.
She wore a one-piece white dress made of some fabric which was real sheer and clinging. It was sleeveless, with thin shoulder straps.
Her shoulders were wide and smooth and mostly bare, except for those straps. The front of the dress was lowcut.
She was in really great shape. I could see from the dress that she wore no bra, but her tits were high and firm, with no sag.
They looked delicious – and so did the rest of her.
She had a flat belly and wide hips and long legs. The hem of the dress came down a little past her knees.
She wore stockings, and white high heeled sandals, with little leather straps which crossed the tops of her feet and buckled into place.
I mean, she looked great.
She came to me and I smelled a little whiff of perfume, very light and fresh.
"How do you do, Mrs. Dale?" I said, holding out my hand.
"Come, dear, don't be so formal, please!" She had a lovely little laugh. "By all means, do call me 'Samantha', and I shall call you Honey!"
She didn't shake my hand. She bent her head and kissed me on the cheek, her lips softly brushing me. I was kind of excited.
"Now, you must sit down here and tell me all about yourself, Honey!"
Samantha took me by the hand and led me to the couch and I sat down beside her, sitting so close that our thighs touched.
There was a big picture window in the living room looking out on the back yard, which was a beautiful garden with trees and lots of flowers in all colors.
Dr. Dale left the room and came back with some cameras and stuff and started setting them up while Samantha and I chatted.
We talked about little stuff at first. I did the talking mostly. I told her about school, and subjects I liked and didn't like.
"As you can see, Honey, my husband is a real photography buff. We'd love to have some pictures of you, especially when you look pretty as a picture!"
Once again, I knew that Beverly had been right and I was wrong. It wouldn't have been cool for me to show up here in blue jeans and a sweatshirt.
This was a very special occasion, and I was dressed for the part.
Posing was fun. Dr. Dale took a lot of pictures of me, sitting, standing, curtseying, smiling, sitting and looking thoughtful.
Then Samantha joined me. She stood behind me and wrapped her arms around me and hugged me, while Dr. Dale took some more photos.
I felt Samantha's tits pressing the back of my neck and shoulders. They were warm and soft, and her flesh was cool and smooth where she touched me.
I really liked the posing. Samantha took me to the couch, where sunlight shone in through the window and poured over us.
It was nice and warm and drowsy and dreamy in the sunlight, making me feel loose and lazy and very relaxed and at ease. Samantha had me sit on her lap. Her lap was warm. When I sat there, she put her arms around my waist and held me.
Our faces were real close. Samantha put her hand under my chin and lifted my face and then she pressed her lips on mine.
Her lips were soft and velvety. She kissed me. Her tongue flicked out and ran over my teeth and I opened them for her to stick her tongue in my mouth.
She did. Her breath was warm and sweet. She kissed me and rubbed my tongue with her tongue. She touched me as she kissed me.
Dr. Dale quietly moved around. The only way I really knew he was there was when I heard the snap of the camera as he took another picture.
From time to time, when he got a shot he really liked, he would say something like, "Terrific!" or "Fantastic – just great!"
I was feeling pretty fantastic myself, from Samantha's kisses and her touch.
She rubbed my titties trough the dress. My nipples got hard and stuck out. She rubbed my thighs and kissed me some more.
She took her mouth off mine. "We thought it might be a good idea to take pictures of you in your pretty dress while you still had it on!"
After that, I didn't have it on for much longer.
"Such a lot of buttons to undo!" Samantha said, as she undid them, opening them down the front and opening the dress to the waist.
She reached inside. Instead of a bra, I wore a kind of camisole top, white and soft, with a little pink satin ribbon between my tits.
Samantha felt me up through the cami, playing with my stiff nipples.
I had to get off her lap so she could take the dress off. Then it was off and I stood there in the cami and my petticoats.
She stripped me slowly and sexily, touching me lots, pulling off the garments so that it was like a caress when they slid along my skin.
I was really excited, since she was just about the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, maybe even more beautiful than Beverly.
Samantha kept stripping me. I was bare to the waist. I stood there shyly, with my head bowed, holding my hands behind my back.
Off came petticoats, panties, shoes, socks. Then there was nothing more to come off, 'cause I was naked.
It was a real turn-on to be standing there with no clothes on, while the two adults were all dressed, with Samantha feeling me up.
"What smooth skin you have," she said, touching it. "And what a lovely peaches and cream complexion – flawless!"
She touched my bare titties. I started to get wet when she tweaked my nipples and rolled them between her fingers.
She put her hand between my thighs, which I opened at her touch. She rubbed my bush and my pussy lips.
"So lightly haired," she said, "just like a little girl!"
The way she said that, I knew she was turned on by my thin bush.
She touched my pussy. She rubbed the lips, stroking them. They quivered and got real warm. The warmer they got, the wetter I got inside.
She put her middle finger inside me. I was wet, but my slit is small. She pushed her finger in and the walls of my pussy pressed it.
She fucked me with her finger, shoving in and out. I was getting weak in the knees. My legs shook and felt like rubber.
I had to hold on to her shoulder for support. My face was all flushed and hot. Click! Click! Click! went the camera as Dr. Dale kept snapping pictures.
Then Samantha undressed. She slid the straps off her shoulders and pulled the dress down off her tits, baring them.
I was right – she wasn't wearing any bra. She didn't need to. Her tits were about the size and shape of apples.
The flesh was soft and white, instead of the tan color of the rest of her body, so it showed the shape of the bathing suit she must have worn under the sun while she was getting that rich deep tan.
That looked very sexy, those milk-white tits right in the middle of all that coppery flesh. The tits were warm and smooth and full.