A Visit to Alana
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Princess Alana
Chapter 1: A New Home for Alana
Alana hugged herself as she sat up in bed. It was almost too good to be true.She had just spent her first night in her new house!
She knew that it needed some work, but she knew that the old Victorian wouldsomeday shine and would become the jewel of the neighborhood. It had charm.Or, to be more correct, it had the potential for charm.
The twenty five year old architect had been looking for almost a year beforeshe found the neglected house in the fashionable historical district. Becauseshe had been so active and insistent in her search, all of the real estateagents knew her and knew what she looking for. As a result, she was given ashowing and had bought the house before it even had a chance to get listed.
She laid back down and stretched out on the bed. This let her observed thecracked and peeling ceiling, but she knew that all it needed was a little tenderloving care. That and some vision were what the house needed and she knew thatshe could provide both.
Even at her young age, she had already established herself in the architecturefirm where she worked. She was always brought in to consult on the most difficultrenovation projects and had established a long list of clients who were loyalto her. It was rumored, within the firm, that she was to be named as a partnersoon, which would make her the youngest partner ever.
But that was not what was important to her. She just loved to create. Andnow, Alana had something of her own that would let her unleash her creativity.And it was the most exciting thing she could imagine.
Eventually, she slid out of bed and stood up. She had to walk down the hallto the bathroom, but that was only going to be a temporary inconvenience untilshe created her master suite. After using the toilet and brushing her teeth,she turned to inspect herself in the cracked full-length mirror on the backof the door. "Who would put a mirror there?" she wondered critically, but itdid not stop her from conducting her inspection.
"Not bad," she thought as she eyed her five foot, eight inch frame. Asidefrom her disheveled blonde hair, everything was perfect. Large bright blueeyes, an angular nose, a softly chiseled chin and full lips adorned her beautifulface. A long swan-like neck led down to her soft shoulders, which supportedher slender but toned arms. Her chest had been a mixed blessing. She lookedat her firm 36C breasts, admiring them and knowing that others admired themtoo, but knew that she had to keep them hidden with jackets and other loosefitting clothing when she was in a professional setting. She ran a hand downher firm belly and then ran her fingers through the little downy tuft of blondehair above her sex. Turning slightly to inspect her bottom and finding it stillfirm and pert, she concluded her inspection and then showered, returning toher bedroom to get dressed. She had today and tomorrow to work at her job andthen she had arranged a full week off to spend time fixing up her new home.
She buzzed through her assignments that day and even had time to help somecolleagues solve problems that seemed insurmountable. She met with some clients,attended some meetings and did some paperwork. But at quitting time, she uncharacteristicallyheaded for the door and bee-lined home.
She spent the evening making lists of what she wanted to accomplish duringthe upcoming week. After she had gotten home, she peeled off her clothes outof habit and prepared to shower. But then, she reasoned that she was likelyto get all dirty again as she inspected the house so she just pulled a pairof panties up her legs. She figured that it was her house and, if she wantedto walk around it in nothing but a pair of panties, that was her choice.
She started upstairs with a pad of paper and started listing chores roomby room. When supplies or materials would be needed, she would jot those downin the margin. Anything that was to be done during her week off was circled.The uncircled items would be left for a future date. Her main objective forher vacation was to make the house livable and presentable. Paint and soapwould be the primary ingredients. Renovation, such as moving walls, would waitfor now.
Room after room made the list grow longer. She would pick up all of the thingsthat she needed after work on Friday. And then, on Saturday, she would makea tour of the outside to add to her current list before organizing and prioritizingeverything into a plan that would guide her upcoming week and the next fewmonths.
Since her stereo was still packed, she had to settle for her Walkman butwas still able to put on a little dance in several of the rooms or as she moveddown a hallway. Thankfully, each of the downstairs windows had heavy blinds,which she made sure were closed. Apparently, the previous owners cherishedtheir privacy.
She had just finished a little pirouette at the end of the last song withher arms outstretched, pad of paper in one hand and pen in the other. Whenshe opened her eyes at the end of the spin, she was confronted with the figureof a woman standing in the doorway to the room. She quickly ripped off herheadset and brought the pad of paper to her chest to provide what little modestyshe had remaining.
"Aren't you a beauty?" commented the woman.
"I… What… Who…" Alana stammered, too nervous to evenfinish a sentence.
"I knew you were attractive when I saw you moving in the other day," thewoman went on, "but I had no idea how much. As far as your questions go, I'mGrace, your next door neighbor. And I was bringing you a welcoming gift." Sheheld up a vase full of roses. "I knocked and then opened the door and calledout for you. When I didn't get a response, I thought I should check to seethat you were all right. Can't be too careful, can we?"
"Oh god," muttered Alana. "I'm so sorry. I didn't think anyone would seeme or I would have had proper clothes on." She clutched the pad of paper eventighter to her chest but it really did not hide much. The full breasts protrudedpast the sides of the pad, providing an enticing view of the lush, smooth curves.
"Well, I just wanted to welcome you. And there's no need for apologies. IfI had a body like yours, I'd be dancing around naked also."
Alana felt her cheeks blushing furiously from the embarrassment of her predicament.Finally, she realized that she had to do something to move beyond this humiliatingsituation.
"That was very kind of you, Grace. Won't you stay for tea so we can chatand get to know one another? Let me just run upstairs and throw some clotheson and I'll be right with you."
"Tea would be lovely," smiled Grace. "But no need for clothes." She tookAlana's hand and started leading her toward the kitchen. "I've already seeneverything. And besides, it's just us girls. Unless you're ashamed of yourbody, that is."
Alana opened her mouth to protest but then closed it as she steamed to herself.Ashamed of her body? Never! And if she could make a point by keeping a robeoff of her shoulders, then now was the time to do it.
Alana shook her hand free and stepped in front of Graze to lead her backto the kitchen where she rummaged around until she found a teapot and put somewater on the stove to boil. Then she pulled out a chair and sat at the kitchentable with Grace.
"You're a spunky one, aren't you?" asked Grace.
"They don't come much spunkier," smiled Alana coolly.
"I'll bet you were a cheerleader in college. You have that wholesome, girl-next-doorair about you combined with a body that kills."
"Actually," Alana replied, trying to hold back her irritation, "I was thecaptain of the field hockey and basketball teams. The cheerleaders used todance around for me. And the boys sure knew how to dance."
"Oh," said Grace as she raised her eyebrows," things have surely changedsince my day."
Alana took the time to assess her neighbor for the first time. She had beenrather preoccupied until now. Grace was a tall woman with attractive featuresand a well-preserved body. She appeared to be in her mid to late thirties butAlana could tell that age would be difficult to judge with this woman. Shewas like many of her architectural projects: ageless. She combined eleganceand aristocratic manners with down-hominess and all of that made her difficultto figure out. But, after all, this was just a cup of tea with a neighbor andAlana finally decided to make no more of the situation than that.
"I'm certainly glad someone like you bought the old Holmes place. It hasneeded some work for years and I think you might be just the one to brightenit up."
"Thank you Grace," replied Alana. "I'm excited by its potential. It has suchgreat lines. Such depth. It just needs someone to master its potential."
Grace sighed as she listened to the girl and nodded. "I agree. Great lines.Someone to master it." She paused for a moment and then asked, "will your husbandbe joining you soon?"
Alana laughed. "No husband, Grace. This project is all mine."
"Well surely you have a boyfriend who will help you with the heavy work." Gracewanted to figure out the connections that this girl had.
"No boyfriend," replied Alana. And then she caught herself before Grace couldjump to the wrong conclusions. "And no girlfriends. I'm strictly into men.But there are no special ones at the moment."
"A pity for them," Grace said. "You are the most beautiful creature I haveever seen. I guess that your not having a boyfriend speaks volumes about theboys out there these days."
"Oh no," protested Alana in defense of the males of the universe. She leanedforward to make her point but then quickly backed off as her naked breastsbrushed across the top of the table. She felt her blush returning. "There aremany wonderful men out there. And I date many of them. But I am so busy withmy job that I haven't had a chance to get serious with any of them. And now,with the house, I will have less time. So I guess you'll just have to livewith a single neighbor for awhile."
Grace smiled. "I'll plan to do just that. How old are you, Alana?"
"I'm twenty five," she responded.
"A perfect age. So much potential," replied Grace.
"Are you married, Grace?" asked Alana. "I'm sorry if I'm intruding."
Grace sighed. "Widowed. And no, you are not intruding. It's a reasonablequestion. Now, it's just my daughter and me."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," replied Alana, truly sorry for the woman acrossthe table from her.
"Don't be sorry, dear," reassured Grace. "It happened years ago. It was difficultat first, but I have successfully put the pieces back together."
Alana smiled. "Would you care for some more tea?"
"Yes, please. That would be delightful." Alana arose and put the teapot backon the stove.
"Shoulders back, girl," instructed Grace. "You are a walking masterpiece.Always display yourself properly."
"Yes, Ma'am," replied Alana without thinking as she straightened herselfand pushed back her shoulders. And then she blushed as she realized she hadcalled her new friend Ma'am and hoped that she had not offended her neighbor.Some people hated that title.
Grace caught the submissive tone in the response and raised her hand to hidethe knowing smile that she knew must be creeping across her face. Alana busiedherself with the fresh cups of tea and then sat down across from Grace.
"Can you tell me anything about the history of the house?" asked Alana eagerly.
"I can tell you about the last owners, but there's not much to tell. Theywere an older couple. He died about five years ago and then the house startedto deteriorate. She died last year, and it has been ignored ever since. Atleast until this week. It has a whole new energy now."
Alana smiled brightly, hearing Grace's words. "I just think that it has somuch potential. And I can't wait to bring it back to life."
"You're already bringing it back to life, girl," said Grace. "Seeing youdancing in that dining room told me that this house will have many excitingdays ahead."
Alana blushed again as she remembered herself being discovered in her dance. "Wellhopefully nobody else finds anything in the house quite like you did."
Alana found that she truly liked Grace. The woman had seemed odd at firstand somewhat pushy. But after sharing two cups of tea with her, she was growingfond of her new neighbor.
"If that's how you really feel," responded Grace in a sad tone, "then I'vedone the world a great disservice. You looked magnificent. You looked freeand natural and joyous as you moved through your house and danced. I want youto promise me something."
"Oh," replied Alana, somewhat surprised. "What's that?"
"I want you to promise me that you'll always be free and natural inyour home. Well, you can't walk around naked when you have guests over. Iunderstand that. But I want you to promise me that you'll always be nakedwhen I come over and find you alone. Can you do that?"
Alana gulped. Was she hearing her neighbor correctly? It sounded too strange.But then she remembered how guilty Grace had said that she would feel if herearlier intrusion changed anything about Alana. She nodded slowly. "Yes, Ma'am,I suppose I can do that. But I can't work on the outside of the house thatway."
Grace felt another thrill race through her body as she elicited another Ma'amfrom the girl but tried to hide her excitement.
"Good girl," Grace went on. "And when I say naked, I mean naked. Why areyou wearing panties anyways?"
"Dunno," replied a dumbfounded Alana. "I guess I just never got that farwhen I was undressing."
"Well, I think it's time to lose them."
Alana nodded slowly and then she reached beneath the table to remove herpanties. She wasn't sure why she felt that it was the right thing to do, butsomehow she knew that she should be totally naked in this house.
"Stand up and remove them," said Grace in a soft but definitely commandingvoice. As if in a trance, Alana nodded and then stepped to the side of thetable to be in full view of her new friend and reached down, drawing the pantiesto her ankles. She stepped out of them and then stood nervously wondering ifthere was anything else she should do.
"Another cup of tea would be splendid," remarked Grace as her eyestook in the sight of her new neighbor. The girl was magnificent and Grace'smind was churning as she tried to think of what to do next. Other than thepink thin line around the girl's hips where the waist band had been pressingagainst her flawless flesh, the girl was a perfect specimen. Even her pubichair was a perfect example of perfect grooming with its light blonde hairhaving been trimmed to a little upside down teardrop.
Alana went back to the sink to refill the teapot and set it back on the stoveas Grace spoke again. "And I agree with you that you can't work outside likethat. In fact, it would probably give Mr. Franklin across the street a heartattack. He's not used to such beauty. I'll come over Saturday morning and helpyou pick out some things that could be appropriate for outdoors work."
"Yes Ma'am," replied Alana as she refilled the cups. She brought them backto the table but, as she did, Grace pushed out the chair beside herself inan obvious invitation to the naked girl to sit there instead of across thetable from her guest. Alana sat down in the proffered chair and offered Graceher cup.
"Thank you, dear," smiled Grace. "You are such a gracious hostess."
"This is going much too well," thought Grace. "Should I push for more orplay this catch slowly?" She decided that a slow but determined approach wasbetter and said her goodbyes after they had finished their third cup of tea.
Alana laid in bed, sleepless, for much of the night. She tried to blame iton all of the caffeine in the tea, but every time she moved her legs, she wasaware of the slickness of her sex. She was not familiar with the emotions runningthrough her but knew that there was something very sexual about it. Finally,she reached between her legs and stroked her clit to orgasm, allowing herselfto finally drift off to sleep.
Alana found it difficult to concentrate on Friday as memories of the previousevening kept returning. She finally gave up and left the office in early afternoon,starting her vacation a few hours prematurely. She made several stops on herway home, picking up supplies at the hardware store and paint store and thenstopping at the grocery store to stock up for the weekend. At four o'clock,she pulled into her driveway and spend the next fifteen minutes unpacking hercar and storing all of the items.
This time, she did shower before getting to work, thinking that a nice showerwould refresh her. After drying her body and hair, she stepped out of the bathroomand walked down the hall to her bedroom. Just then, she heard a knock on theback door and quickly ducked into her room to grab a robe.
As she scrambled down the stairs, she heard the door open followed by Grace'svoice. "Alana, are you here? Are you okay?"
"Yes, Grace," called Alana. "I'm fine. I just got out of the shower," shesmiled as she emerged into the kitchen to find her neighbor standing in thedoorway.
"Well that's good," commented Grace. "But you've already broken your promise."
"Oh," said Alana as she realized what Grace was talking about. She slippedthe robe off her shoulders and draped it over a kitchen chair to stand nakedbefore her neighbor again. "Sorry."
"That's okay, dear. Takes some getting used to, I'm sure. But you reallyshould work on it. Something that beautiful should be celebrated and displayedwhenever possible instead of hidden."
"Yes Ma'am," blushed Alana, more from the compliment than her nudity thistime.
"I was just stopping by to see if you had any plans for tomorrow night," Gracewent on. "I know you're planning on working all day and I figured you wouldn'twant to be fiddling around with dinner. So I hoped you would come over to eatwith us."
"That would be lovely, Grace," replied Alana. "Thank you so much."
"It will be my pleasure," smiled Grace. "I suppose I could have asked youtomorrow morning when I came over. I did say that I would stop by Saturdaymorning. But I figured I had to get on your schedule early. I'm sure a prettyyoung thing like you gets all sorts of invitations."
Alana blushed again. It was true that she received many invitations but shealmost always turned them down. She never seemed to have the time. And shehad not met many people who she wanted to spend time with. "Well, I'm wideopen tomorrow night, so I'm all yours. Thank you again."
"Yes, you will be all mine," thought Grace.
"Well, I best be on my way so you can get to work. Remember. No clothes." Withthat, she turned to leave but then stopped herself, turning back to Alana.
"You don't want that pretty hair getting all tangled up in cobwebs and paint.Let me tie it up for you," Grace offered, but before Alana could answer, Gracewas standing behind the girl, gathering her locks. The long, lush blonde hairflowed freely down Alana's back almost to the upper swells of her bottom. Thisallowed Grace's fingers to dance over the girl's flesh giving her the firsttaste of what the delicious girl felt like. Grace was in heaven as her handsmoved across Alana's neck and shoulders under the pretense of gathering herhair. She produced a tie from somewhere and, quickly, Alana was wearing a ponytailthat sprouted from the top rear of her head and flowed down her back. Gracestayed behind the girl longer than was necessary as her fingers moved downthe ponytail, catching little feels of the soft, warm, naked flesh.
"Looks like you have a beautiful mane there, little filly. Now off with youand get to work." With that, she gave Alana's rump a light swat and disappearedout the back door leaving Alana dazed and confused.
Grace smiled smugly as she crossed the yards to her own house. She had decidedthe night before to move slowly with Alana but she needed to step up the relationshipa little at a time. Last night, she had started to exert her dominance of thegirl and already had the girl understanding that her neighbor expected herto remain naked. This evening, she had started to get the girl accustomed tobeing handled by her. "This is going to be fun," thought Grace.
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