"Oh?" Nan said. She remained standing where she was. Strange; the funny part was that she didn't feel odd for being naked. She felt odd for being dirty. "Just let me run some shower water. It takes the water a while to get hot."
Myra said, "Fine. I'll pour myself a cup of coffee, do you mind?"
"Heavens, no." Nan, in the bathroom, ran the hot water. Then, giving herself a look over in the full-length mirror, she thought: I've a choice now. Do I put something on, to get respectable, or…? The figure in the mirror, somehow even more attractive for the disarray of her hair, the little smudges of dirt here and there-all looking artfully placed, despite her lack of planning-smiled impishly back at her.
She compromised, going, to the bedroom for robe and slippers but bringing them back to the bathroom only to put them on the closed toilet seat. "Myra, hon," she said, "I have to wash all this stuff off. Come bring your coffee cup and talk to me, huh?"
"Sure," Myra said. And she entered, holding the cup in both hands and leaning against the open door, looking at her, as Nan stepped into the shower with a smile.
Nan stepped under the hot water, letting it splash wildly and deliriously over her close-cropped head and down her breasts. Clouds of steam began to rise from the blazing-hot water. "Oh, gee, that feels marvelous," she said. "You were saying…"
"I was saying I came up to ask Mary Alice if she'd sit for my advanced class at five," Myra said in her nice, rich contralto voice. "I'm having the hardest time finding models. When I get one she either gets knocked up or she finds a new boyfriend who disapproves. I thought I had one sewed up for this week and next, but then I get this call at the last minute and she can't make it tonight. I have to tell her that if she can't make tonight, forget about next week. My girls are going to finish this painting, and that's going to take two sittings."
Nan, soaping her neck, said, "But Mary Alice's out now. And it's almost four. And I don't have any idea when shell be back, surely not before seven, with all the errands she said she had."
"Ouch. Mary Alice's always to good about filling in everywhere when she can. She even stepped in as a subject in the hypnosis seminar last month." Myra's voice took on a subtly different tone. "Annie…I was wondering. Are you busy? Right-now? For an hour or two?"
"Me?" Nan said. Her hands rubbed the soap vigorously over her nipples. It felt delightful. "But…I was going to wait up for Mary Alice," she said. "I had a nice surprise supper all planned."
"Oh…But say. If you don't know when she'll be home, how can you know when to start dinner?"
"I can't, that's the problem. I'll just have to play it by ear."
"Well…can't you leave her a note to come get you at my class? Then, whenever she comes, you can go right then, and it won't matter to me. My girls will at least have had the chance to get their picture started, set up, you know. Oh, please, Annie…we'd appreciate it so much."
"Well…" Nan said, wavering. "You mean, like, a nude pose?"
"Sure. You'll be perfect"
Nan rubbed the soap up her glistening, tingling groove, hesitated. It'd feel nice…sexy…all those eyes on her naked body…She smiled a secret smile to herself. "Well, okay," she said. "But I have a little finishing up to do here first"
"No problem," Myra said. "I'll help you. I'm free until then. Come turn off the water and I'll dry you oft"
Nan turned the knobs. "Thanks," she said. "Uh…there are a couple of great big beach towel type things there in the cabinet," she said. She pushed back the curtain and stepped out onto the floor, slipping her toes into rubber shower thongs Myra had set out on the floor for her. "Gee, that felt terrific."
Myra stepped forward with the big towel and Nan stepped into its heavy folds, feeling the girl's strong hands on her immediately, feeling the grossly pleasurable sensation of the powerful fingers kneading her bare flesh through the rough, tacky towel. Her back was to Myra now; the girl rubbed down her back, baring her an inch at a time, before cupping her hard little buttocks with her two hands and rubbing them dry. Then, her hand inside the towel, she reached between Nan's legs and ran a toweled finger up, inside her buttocks, to touch Nan's tingling anus before starting to towel her legs.
"Boy," Myra said in that nice low voice of hers, "I wish the girls could paint you right now, with the color fresh from the hot bath. It's delicious. Now," she said matter-of-factly, "turn around." She sat down on the toilet seat, on Nan's robe, and rotated Nan's hips in her hands. When Nan's eyes met hers, there was a friendly smile on Myra's face.
"Gee," she said, her toweled hands on Nan's hips, "you're marvelous. Your breasts are so delicate. You've been sunning in the buff, too. It looks great on you, with your basic color. It sets off this so nicely." And her eyes came to rest on Nan's rich auburn muff of pubic hair. "God, what lovely pussy hair. Looks good enough to eat." And a new look entered her eyes. "I…" And her composure, her matter-of-factness, deserted her entirely. She dropped the towel and hugged Nan's body, all pink and tingly from the hot shower, closely to her, her soft cheek nestling against the reddish patch of hair. "Oh, God," she said. "Oh, God." Her hands, behind Nan, clutched her tender buttocks, which all of a sudden felt as sensitive as her thoroughly aroused nipples did. Nan's hands went behind Myra's head; her finger buried themselves in the close cap of blonde ringlets as Myra's hands forced her pelvis forward for her hotly eages kisses, all around her belly, on her navel, and, again and again, on the soft mound of richly curling auburn hair.
"Christ," said Myra, beside herself with passion.
Nan hesitated. She could see over the girl's shoulder the wildly exciting sight in the full-length mirror: her own nude body being kissed-God, right on the cunt!-by this ravishingly pretty little woman with the lovely blonde ringlets. When she spoke her voice was hoarse, as deep as Myra's. "Myra, dear…in here…come to bed…"
Myra was helpless with lust as Nan led her into the bedroom and lay down before her on the freshly made bed. "Here, darling," she said. "Here, sweetheart." And, her limbs full of a delirious languor, she spread her legs wide for the girl's kisses. "Here, darling…right here…oh, yes…"
Myra was simply wild with lust with hunger for the ripely beautiful sight before her. Nan's body was, as she'd said, tanned to a gorgeous golden hue, and the basic lightness of her skin, almost transparent when she'd been out of the sun, gave a special luster to the pretty color it turned to when she had been sunning nude, as she had done for some days before the original incident which had led to this vastly liberating trip of sexual discovery. The days at Nice and St. Tropez had helped some, in their way. She now felt grateful-whatever other feelings the experience aroused-to Marie-Helen for getting her to bask in the sun, braless, on the beach at the peninsular resort; she knew her bosom had benefited hugely from this.
It was not her bosom, however, upon which Myra now descended with so potent a hunger. It was the deliciously naked, wonderfully wide-open expanse of her pink and juicy cunt, spread out like a holiday feast within its bower of gleaming, still-wet-from-the-bath auburn hair. A fresh and delightful perfume of light, sexual musk exuded from the shiny cleft as Myra looked at it, her face contorted with desire. Her eyes sought Nan's, warmed at Nan's welcoming smile.
"Oh, yes, darling," Nan said. "Please. Please suck me…now…yes, baby." Her hand reached forth to caress Myra's cheek, softly. "Would you like to? Oh, sweetheart. Go right ahead, baby."
"Nan…Nan, honey…talk to me, please, while I do it. Please, sweetheart? I'm so hot. That turns me on so. Would you, baby?"
Nan smiled. And was surprised to find that the thought got her a little hotter itself. She'd always had this crippling Catholic inhibition about "dirty" words anyhow. Somehow it all seemed a little sexier now, this way. "Myra…please, baby…suck me. Suck me off right now, sweetheart. I'm dying for you to."