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It had started as a beautiful day but now dark clouds were rolling in off the ocean. Samantha had been riding the Cape Cod bike trail with her college girlfriends since about 8 in the morning and they were getting closer and closer to Provincetown when they heard the first clap of thunder. They pulled to the side of the road and Katie said “We need to get under cover for a while!” Jane had a pained look on her face and said “Fine…hang on…we have a family friend who lives down here. Let me call her and see if we can crash at her place for a couple hours. Besides, my knee is killing me. I need a break.”
Jane got on her cell and they heard her talking to “Aunt Betty”: Sorry to bother you, stuck on the road, need a place to hang out for a couple hours…okay, okay, thanks and Betty. The she plugged in an address and they road about two miles though the outskirts of the cute little town to a two-story house halfway up a hill just as the sky opened up, drenching them with rain.
“Aunt Betty” was nobody’s aunt. She was in her early thirties, only about 10 years older than Samantha and her friends, had short cropped hair and was wearing a pair of yoga pants pulled over a firm but none too small ass and a t shirt that covered but seemed more interested in clinging to her big boobs. “Come in, come in,” she said, hustling them into the narrow little house and up the stairs, leaving their bikes on the ground floor landing. “Oh you are all soaked!” Jane made quick introductions and Betty said “We will play get to know you later. There are two showers. You,” pointing to Samantha, “go upstairs through my bedroom and ask Missy to show you the shower and get you a robe.”
Sam started up the stairs while she listened to Betty telling Katie where to find the guest room shower. When she got to the top of the stairs, she saw what had to be the master bedroom. It had a huge king sized bed and really nothing else except a rumpled set of dark sheets and pillows and an unbelievable window looking out over the town and what was now a crashing thunderstorm.
“Oh, hello,” said a soft throaty voice. Samantha looked around and almost choked at the very sexy, very petite, very naked woman standing in the bathroom door. She was skinny, with pale skin with a forest of gorgeous tattoos, a tight little figure and maybe 5 ft 1” or 2 and absolutely naked, her wet hair looked black as it hung to her shoulders but could have been any color…other than thin eyebrows, there we no other hint for Samantha to guess what color her hair might be.
“Um, um, hi…” stammered Samantha, “are you Missy?” The nude woman smiled as she reached back into the bathroom and unselfconsciously grabbed a big fluffy towel and as she slowly wrapped herself in it she said “Yep…you must be Betty’s friends. Are you Jane?” And she walked over and gave Samantha a warm hug. “No, I am Sam. Samantha.” And she was embarrassed to hear her voice shake. “Oh, Sam, you poor dear, you are just soaked and you must be freezing.” She looked Sam over and Samantha was mortified to see her own nipple were rock hard…from the cold, of course. “Here, let me turn the shower on for you, it is nice and warm.”
Missy waited a second and Samantha had the oddest feeling it was to see if she was going to get undressed in front of her. After she left, Sam got in the shower and let herself really soak up the warm water. She felt the tightness start to leave her legs and used a little of Betty or Missy’s shampoo and felt warm and suddenly a bit tired. She dried off with a big fluffy towel and when she looked around she saw Missy had left one her robes on the bed, hopefully for Samantha…but it was definitely small. Samantha had a couple inches on Missy so the robe barely covered her ass and kept pulling open around her boobs. She looked down at her soaked clothes and realized she would need a dryer or a least a couple hours before she could put them back on.
Hearing voices downstairs, Sam headed back down and there, in what must be the guest bedroom she saw Kate standing at a window in another short robe by the window. Short was an understatement, the robe didn’t even cover the tattoo Kate had gotten on her inner thigh and Sam could see a glimpse of it from the door. Before she could say anything, she watched “Aunt Betty” slide next to her robe-clad classmate pointing out the window with one hand saying “No, over there, do you see the big catamaran coming into the harbor over there…” Sam didn’t look out the window, though…her eyes were drawn to Betty’s other hand as it snaked behind Kate and landed on her ass…giving it a firm little squeeze and pulling the young girl into the big woman’s body. She heard Kate make a little “oo” sound and then heard a little groan from the younger woman.
As quietly as she could, Samantha crept down the hallway. Betty’s voice faded but Sam was sure she heard her say “I think there is something else you will like over here…” before Sam went around the corner. Then she wished she had stayed put!
There in the living room, on the couch was Jane, laid out flat, totally naked, an open towel around her body. Missy was kneeling on the floor next to her bent over sucking on Jane’s nipple while her hand flicked over Jane’s naked pussy, fluttering around her clit…Jane was moaning softly as Missy lifted her head and said “I think your knee is fine, Jane, but let’s see what we can do to make you feel better…” Jane let out a huge groan while Missy slowly slid a long finger into the younger girl’s wet pussy. Samantha watched, mesmerized, as Missy slowly but steadily fingered her friend Jane to what sounded like a deep, deep, powerful orgasm.
When Jane groaned and started catching her breath, Samantha watched Missy lay herself on top of Jane’s nude body and start making out with her in earnest. That snapped Sam out of her trance. How long had she been watching? She was flushed, breathless and, fuck, she was totally soaked. What the hell was going on? Her friends weren’t lesbian. Sure they had all kissed and played all horny together when they had too much tequila but that was it. This was something else and a big throbbing part of Samantha was telling her it was something wonderful.
She snuck back the way she had come. She could only hear a low murmur coming from the guest bedroom but whatever she had seen already, Sam was not ready for what she saw next. Betty was sitting on a big armchair, totally naked and looking like an Amazon queen, her big boobs standing out proudly, her nipples huge, rock hard and, Samantha noticed, glistening wet. And there, on the floor between Betty’s legs, her ass in the air for Sam to see, was Kate on her hands and knees with her head buried in Betty’s pussy. Betty had her hands on Kate’s head and was gently guiding her.
“Oh baby, that is so sweet. You are really good at this. Don’t stop baby, you are treating me exactly right.” Betty muttered and moaned, her eyes down on her little prize’s body. Samantha was freaking out…a total mess of horny, embarrassed, a little disappointed and a bunch more horny. Sam was going to back to the master bedroom and do something…she didn’t know what but a big part of her brain was making it clear she needed to cum.
Betty hadn’t noticed her and Sam was about to sneak away when all of a sudden, she heard Missy yell at the topic of her lungs “Yes, you fucking bitch, yes, harder, harder HARDER.” Betty looked up and say Samantha standing there. With one hand she held Kate’s mouth on her pussy. With the other she made the “sshhh” motion to Samantha. Looking right at Samantha, Betty started talking to Kate saying “That’s it, of that’s it baby. Right there, don’t stop doll, you are going to make me cum so hard.” As she said this, her free hand cupped one of her big tits and her fingers started pinching the nipple—HARD. Looking right at Sam, Betty started moaning and yelling “yes, yes, yes, YES” and grinding Kate’s face into her soaked pussy.
Just then, Samantha felt someone behind her. It was Missy. She leaned in and whispered in Sam’s ear: “Oh you poor dear. Come with me. We have been so inconsiderate.” Missy led Samantha back to the master bedroom and stood in front of her. She leaned in and gave Sam a sweet kiss that got longer and longer and hotter and hotter until Sam couldn’t even breath….
Missy laid her on the bed and lay next to her and said “you don’t mind if I make you feel good, do you, baby?” Sam tried to talk and only a little squeak came out. She shook her head to let Missy know anything, ANYTHING was okay as long as it happened soon. Missy planted another kiss on her and touched Samantha on her inner thigh and before Sam knew it, her pent up passion was throbbing through her…she slammed her thighs tight closed around Missy’s hand and throbbed three, four, five times.
Missy pulled her hand away as aftershocks rumbled through Samantha’s pussy. Missy got up and went to a cabinet and said, “I was going to get this for Jane but she may have to wait. I think you need it more.” At first Sam thought Missy had gotten a pair of heavy panties out but as she slipped them over her tight little ass Samantha saw a big thick dildo sticking out of the panties. Smiling happily, Missy pulled out a tube of clear lube and almost sang to herself “Well, you probably don’t need this but hey let’s be careful.”
Missy then got between Samantha’s legs and lined the strap on against her pussy. Just as she nosed the head of the fake cock into Samantha and started to lay her hot body on top of Sam’s, another cry (or was it two different cries) of passion came from downstairs.
This, thought Samantha, as the sexy, squirming little woman on top of her started to fill her with the toy, is going to a long day.
Jane got on her cell and they heard her talking to “Aunt Betty”: Sorry to bother you, stuck on the road, need a place to hang out for a couple hours…okay, okay, thanks and Betty. The she plugged in an address and they road about two miles though the outskirts of the cute little town to a two-story house halfway up a hill just as the sky opened up, drenching them with rain.
“Aunt Betty” was nobody’s aunt. She was in her early thirties, only about 10 years older than Samantha and her friends, had short cropped hair and was wearing a pair of yoga pants pulled over a firm but none too small ass and a t shirt that covered but seemed more interested in clinging to her big boobs. “Come in, come in,” she said, hustling them into the narrow little house and up the stairs, leaving their bikes on the ground floor landing. “Oh you are all soaked!” Jane made quick introductions and Betty said “We will play get to know you later. There are two showers. You,” pointing to Samantha, “go upstairs through my bedroom and ask Missy to show you the shower and get you a robe.”
Sam started up the stairs while she listened to Betty telling Katie where to find the guest room shower. When she got to the top of the stairs, she saw what had to be the master bedroom. It had a huge king sized bed and really nothing else except a rumpled set of dark sheets and pillows and an unbelievable window looking out over the town and what was now a crashing thunderstorm.
“Oh, hello,” said a soft throaty voice. Samantha looked around and almost choked at the very sexy, very petite, very naked woman standing in the bathroom door. She was skinny, with pale skin with a forest of gorgeous tattoos, a tight little figure and maybe 5 ft 1” or 2 and absolutely naked, her wet hair looked black as it hung to her shoulders but could have been any color…other than thin eyebrows, there we no other hint for Samantha to guess what color her hair might be.
“Um, um, hi…” stammered Samantha, “are you Missy?” The nude woman smiled as she reached back into the bathroom and unselfconsciously grabbed a big fluffy towel and as she slowly wrapped herself in it she said “Yep…you must be Betty’s friends. Are you Jane?” And she walked over and gave Samantha a warm hug. “No, I am Sam. Samantha.” And she was embarrassed to hear her voice shake. “Oh, Sam, you poor dear, you are just soaked and you must be freezing.” She looked Sam over and Samantha was mortified to see her own nipple were rock hard…from the cold, of course. “Here, let me turn the shower on for you, it is nice and warm.”
Missy waited a second and Samantha had the oddest feeling it was to see if she was going to get undressed in front of her. After she left, Sam got in the shower and let herself really soak up the warm water. She felt the tightness start to leave her legs and used a little of Betty or Missy’s shampoo and felt warm and suddenly a bit tired. She dried off with a big fluffy towel and when she looked around she saw Missy had left one her robes on the bed, hopefully for Samantha…but it was definitely small. Samantha had a couple inches on Missy so the robe barely covered her ass and kept pulling open around her boobs. She looked down at her soaked clothes and realized she would need a dryer or a least a couple hours before she could put them back on.
Hearing voices downstairs, Sam headed back down and there, in what must be the guest bedroom she saw Kate standing at a window in another short robe by the window. Short was an understatement, the robe didn’t even cover the tattoo Kate had gotten on her inner thigh and Sam could see a glimpse of it from the door. Before she could say anything, she watched “Aunt Betty” slide next to her robe-clad classmate pointing out the window with one hand saying “No, over there, do you see the big catamaran coming into the harbor over there…” Sam didn’t look out the window, though…her eyes were drawn to Betty’s other hand as it snaked behind Kate and landed on her ass…giving it a firm little squeeze and pulling the young girl into the big woman’s body. She heard Kate make a little “oo” sound and then heard a little groan from the younger woman.
As quietly as she could, Samantha crept down the hallway. Betty’s voice faded but Sam was sure she heard her say “I think there is something else you will like over here…” before Sam went around the corner. Then she wished she had stayed put!
There in the living room, on the couch was Jane, laid out flat, totally naked, an open towel around her body. Missy was kneeling on the floor next to her bent over sucking on Jane’s nipple while her hand flicked over Jane’s naked pussy, fluttering around her clit…Jane was moaning softly as Missy lifted her head and said “I think your knee is fine, Jane, but let’s see what we can do to make you feel better…” Jane let out a huge groan while Missy slowly slid a long finger into the younger girl’s wet pussy. Samantha watched, mesmerized, as Missy slowly but steadily fingered her friend Jane to what sounded like a deep, deep, powerful orgasm.
When Jane groaned and started catching her breath, Samantha watched Missy lay herself on top of Jane’s nude body and start making out with her in earnest. That snapped Sam out of her trance. How long had she been watching? She was flushed, breathless and, fuck, she was totally soaked. What the hell was going on? Her friends weren’t lesbian. Sure they had all kissed and played all horny together when they had too much tequila but that was it. This was something else and a big throbbing part of Samantha was telling her it was something wonderful.
She snuck back the way she had come. She could only hear a low murmur coming from the guest bedroom but whatever she had seen already, Sam was not ready for what she saw next. Betty was sitting on a big armchair, totally naked and looking like an Amazon queen, her big boobs standing out proudly, her nipples huge, rock hard and, Samantha noticed, glistening wet. And there, on the floor between Betty’s legs, her ass in the air for Sam to see, was Kate on her hands and knees with her head buried in Betty’s pussy. Betty had her hands on Kate’s head and was gently guiding her.
“Oh baby, that is so sweet. You are really good at this. Don’t stop baby, you are treating me exactly right.” Betty muttered and moaned, her eyes down on her little prize’s body. Samantha was freaking out…a total mess of horny, embarrassed, a little disappointed and a bunch more horny. Sam was going to back to the master bedroom and do something…she didn’t know what but a big part of her brain was making it clear she needed to cum.
Betty hadn’t noticed her and Sam was about to sneak away when all of a sudden, she heard Missy yell at the topic of her lungs “Yes, you fucking bitch, yes, harder, harder HARDER.” Betty looked up and say Samantha standing there. With one hand she held Kate’s mouth on her pussy. With the other she made the “sshhh” motion to Samantha. Looking right at Samantha, Betty started talking to Kate saying “That’s it, of that’s it baby. Right there, don’t stop doll, you are going to make me cum so hard.” As she said this, her free hand cupped one of her big tits and her fingers started pinching the nipple—HARD. Looking right at Sam, Betty started moaning and yelling “yes, yes, yes, YES” and grinding Kate’s face into her soaked pussy.
Just then, Samantha felt someone behind her. It was Missy. She leaned in and whispered in Sam’s ear: “Oh you poor dear. Come with me. We have been so inconsiderate.” Missy led Samantha back to the master bedroom and stood in front of her. She leaned in and gave Sam a sweet kiss that got longer and longer and hotter and hotter until Sam couldn’t even breath….
Missy laid her on the bed and lay next to her and said “you don’t mind if I make you feel good, do you, baby?” Sam tried to talk and only a little squeak came out. She shook her head to let Missy know anything, ANYTHING was okay as long as it happened soon. Missy planted another kiss on her and touched Samantha on her inner thigh and before Sam knew it, her pent up passion was throbbing through her…she slammed her thighs tight closed around Missy’s hand and throbbed three, four, five times.
Missy pulled her hand away as aftershocks rumbled through Samantha’s pussy. Missy got up and went to a cabinet and said, “I was going to get this for Jane but she may have to wait. I think you need it more.” At first Sam thought Missy had gotten a pair of heavy panties out but as she slipped them over her tight little ass Samantha saw a big thick dildo sticking out of the panties. Smiling happily, Missy pulled out a tube of clear lube and almost sang to herself “Well, you probably don’t need this but hey let’s be careful.”
Missy then got between Samantha’s legs and lined the strap on against her pussy. Just as she nosed the head of the fake cock into Samantha and started to lay her hot body on top of Sam’s, another cry (or was it two different cries) of passion came from downstairs.
This, thought Samantha, as the sexy, squirming little woman on top of her started to fill her with the toy, is going to a long day.
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