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I was falling ... no I was flying, and I was cold. Then wonderful warmth spread over me. I was floating ... in water. My eyes flickered open to see Carly's face smiling down at me in the bath tub. I realized I had been dreaming in concert with her carrying me from the studio to the bathroom. I was surrounded by bubbles and fragrant candles which provided the only light in the room. My photographer friend and lover was gently stroking my hair. My head ached a little but the rest of my body was so relaxed. She was picking up a bath mitt and applying some liquid soap.
My photographer friend and lover had her green work shirt on again but it wasn't buttoned. As she applied the soapy bath mitt to my shoulders she asked "Have a nice nap?" I watched her substantial hooters jiggle as she worked. I could only see her from the chest up so I didn't know what, if anything, she had on the bottom.
"Uh huh" I responded to my host kneeling beside the tub as she began to wash my back. Carly was making large circular motions with the slightly rough wash cloth. Her hand went under the water to wash all the way down to my tailbone. Applying more soap she encouraged me to sit back against the sloped backrest and did each arm with a more gentle pressure than she'd used on my back. Then it was on to my upper chest, more gently still. The bath mitt was making my skin tingle so when it passed over my boobs with the dormant little brown centers it felt wonderful. She lingered over my puppies stroking softly and occasionally giving them just the slightest squeeze. I had my head back against the very comfortable headrest; my eyes were closed enjoying the attention. A faint rumbling was staring between my legs. The photographer put the mitt aside and continued to spread the soap with her bare hand. The sharp contrast between the rough cloth and her soft hand on my tinkling bright pink skin was wonderful. Her fingers bumped over my nips which had risen a bit.
"You're so pretty Tracy. Would you let me take pictures of you sometime?" My relaxed sleepy brain struggled with the question. The memory of the photos of the girls in their underwear, and then naked floated behind my closed eyes and caused a tiny throb in my kitty. I knew what kind of pictures she meant.
"Uh ... I guess so." I finally managed to reply. Her hand was still spreading the soap on my chest.
"That's fantastic!" Carly's voice went up. She sounded so enthusiastic. "They'll be beautiful just like you!" her hand left my boobs and I opened my eyes to see her putting the mitt on again. "Stand up sweetie so I can do the lower half."
She worked the rough cloth over the fronts of my legs moving with a firm pressure almost as hard a she had used on my back. After a thorough stroking of the front and the outsides she had me turn around and repeated the cleansing on the backs of my legs. "Open up honey so I can get the insides." She encouraged as she put both hands just above my knees and pushed outward. Compliantly I moved my feet apart. She kept encouraging me to go wider until I was almost out of room on the floor of the large tub. This turned out to be good because with my feet sort of wedged into the curve between the floor and the tub wall. I felt very steady even though the surface was kinda slippery. The abrasive wash mitt was moving up and down the inside of one thigh and her bare hand was soaping the other, then she switched. Once again the rough sensation followed by the smooth one was very stimulating. At the top of each stroke either the cloth or her bare hand would just barely touch my saturated pussy fuzz.
"Lean forward and put your hands on the far side of the tub." Carly instructed as she doused the mitt with more soap. Feet wide apart and ass in the air I really didn't have the experience to realize what a spectacle that was. The roughness on my rear cheeks felt even better than it had on my legs. My entire butt was tingling in no time. When the bathing cloth slipped into my crack and the pebbly finish of the cloth raked over my poo poo and I felt a throb deep inside. The stroke continued down and around along my slit and gave a firmer rub on the triangle of hair above it. The motion was repeated several times very slowly with varying amounts of pressure. Meanwhile my lover's free hand was stroking and massaging my slippery cheeks, pulling outward slightly to make more room for the mitt. I could feel the pressure building up in my loins.
Carly applied a big blob of liquid soap right on my tailbone. It felt cold at first but quickly warmed up as it rolled down between my cheeks. "'Wanna be sure this is nice and clean" she was saying as a finger made little circles in the syrupy thick soap around the dark puckered hole. My pussy was beginning to pound. One of her fingers wiggled at the opening. The sensation was amazing. Reflexively my pussy clenched. The photographer cupped my mound with one hand while the finger on her other hand began to penetrate. The only thing that had ever gone up my butt was a thermometer, and the last time that had happened was so long ago that I hardly remembered it. I was making grunting sounds and my lover was saying "just relax honey" as her digit slid in deeper. The feeling was beginning to overwhelm me. With one hand in front providing resistance for the one pressing from behind very soon I could feel that the invading finger was inside me up to the second knuckle and wiggling around.
The surging feeling I'd felt when we were on the couch in the studio was back. My hips started moving up and down; or was it back and forth? I really didn't know. The thumb on the hand that was cupping my mons was now rubbing vigorously on the top of my slit. My knees completely gave way when the explosive climax over took me. Carly's finger slipped out of my butt as I sunk first to my knees, then rotated sideways immersed up to the bottom of my ribs in the warm water again. I was floating in more ways than one.
The photographer got in the tub with me as I was regaining my senses. The additional water displaced raised the level up to my boobies. Carly lifted one of her hooters and pulled on the gumdrop center with her teeth. I reached out to fondle her but she pulled away. "Just watch" she said raising herself up onto the large rear deck of the corner whirlpool tub. Spreading her legs I found myself less than two feet from the thick dark pubic hair trickling water back into the tub. "Pay attention because there's going to be a test later." My tutor used two fingers of her left hand running them up either side of her gash "This is the labia majora" she explained "Labia means lips. You can call them lips if you want." Her fingers were going apart spreading the thick outer lips exposing the very pink inner ones. She traced the delicate folds with a finger of her right hand. In spite of the drenching in the floral scented water I could detect her musk, albeit faintly. "These are the labia minora; the inner lips. Down here is the entrance to the vagina." She was now spreading herself very wide and wiggled her finger slightly into the dark tunnel. I sat cross legged in the warm water mesmerized at the sight. My bum still felt kind of funny and I was starting to feel a tightening sensation between my legs.
I could see the way her folds glistened in the candle light. "Right here" she continued "above the vagina is the urethra. That's your pee hole. You shouldn't play around with it too much 'cause it can cause you problems going to the bathroom." I felt like I should put up my hand to ask a question but instead I just blurted out,
"Did you pee when we were on the couch?" it was the first time I'd heard her laugh and it was quite musical.
"No sweetheart I didn't pee. I ejaculated; do you know what that is?" I just shook my head and looked up into her hazel eyes. "When a man has a climax fluid is forced out of his penis. That's called ejaculation. It can shoot out two or three feet. Some of it is semen which is what makes babies ... do you know how that works?" this time I nodded and Carly looked relieved. "The rest of it is called seminal fluid. It's a liquid for the semen to swim around in. Women can produce a similar fluid when they cum, and it does come out of the urethra, but it's not pee. I don't squirt every time, but that's what happened earlier." I nodded my head again and I sort of understood but I was anxious to get back to the lesson.
"The most important part is up at the top ... right here" the older woman pulled up with the fingers that were still digging into her labia majora and put the index finger of her right hand on a flap of skin near the apex of her wide open crease. "Ugh!" she grunted at the contact and her hips seemed to jerk. "This is where the clitoris is located." Her finger was stroking slowly back and forth for emphasis. Her voice was different sort of breathy. "On top of the clitoris is a protective piece of skin called a hood. See it looks just like the hood of a jacket." As she was saying this she began to pull back on the little flap. The pale pink bump came into view. I thought it looked smaller than before maybe the size of a Tylenol caplet. My host slipped a finger down to her vagina and poked around for a second before returning to the little button. "Now you can see my clit." she was practically moaning as she continued "You must keep it very wet all the time." Her finger tip rotated the projecting bud and it grew! After just a few strokes it was standing up almost twice its original size. "Mmmmm..." Carly sighed and when I glanced up her eyes were closed. Suddenly, as if she'd just realized she was touching herself with a teenaged girl sitting between her legs watching, she withdrew both hands. The labia naturally folded back in; almost but not quite completely obscured by the tangled mass of hair. Knowing where to look I could still make out the hood of her clit projecting at the top of the now narrow gash. "The whole thing all together is called the vulva." She said as she gave her womanhood a firm pat and groaned. It must have felt good because she softly slapped her pussy three more times issuing a grunt with each impact. With three fingers she began making slow circular motions on the outside, like she was just stroking her pubic hair.
"Now show me yours." She commanded, her voice sounding more normal. I obediently hoisted myself onto the tub deck opposite my instructor and looked down at my pussy. It wasn't nearly as well covered by hair as my tutor's was. The edges of my narrow crease were clearly visible as were the little pink wings that poked out. "Open your legs honey" Carly sighed. I did as she requested. We were both staring at my blossoming cunt. "Can you get them any wider?" she asked. I noticed the three fingers rotating on her pubic hair were pressing harder and moving faster. I am a pretty good gymnast and keep myself very supple by doing a lot of stretching. I was able to put my feet up on the tub deck with my heels up against the out side of my tush. In this position my vulva was pitched forward and as open as it could be on its own.
"Use ... use your fingers and ... and pull it, ugh ... open for me." She asked haltingly. I applied the fingers of my left hand and pulled my outer lips apart exactly as she'd shown me. I became aware that the photographer was squeezing her breast and tugging at her nipple as she gave instructions. "Get some juice from your tight little hole and spread it on your clit." Her voice wasn't so halting this time but the words came out unnaturally deep; like a growl. I dutifully followed orders. When my finger contacted the tiny hard button I knew I was a goner. It wasn't so much an explosion this time as a tidal wave of pleasure that swamped me. My host's fingers were a blur as she pressed deeper between her thick hair and lips and stroked furiously. We groaned in beautiful harmony as our simultaneous orgasms erupted and waned.
Carly raised her pussy pleasuring hand to her mouth and began sucking on her fingers. Like a shadow I copied her action, tasting myself for the first time. My juices were sweeter than my instructor's and I also discovered that sucking my fingers felt pretty nice in my mouth. We both slid back down into the tub and began washing each other. There didn't seem to be any need for words.
When we had dried each other Carly put her shirt back on and left the bathroom for a minute returning with my clothes and a fresh pair of her panties. "I'll wash yours for you, but bring mine back. It would be pretty hard to explain to your mother how you came to be wearing somebody else's underwear." She said with a chuckle. "Can you come over tomorrow so I can take some photos?" Her face looked tense.
"I guess." I responded tentatively, already trying to come up with a reason to go out on Sunday. I knew there was a chance that my mother would have something planned.
"You could bring a friend if you want." Carly offered misunderstanding the reason for my hesitation. She said friend I thought of Lucie, and then I thought about the pictures my photographer friend had shown me. The ones with the two girls in their underwear ... then ... then naked; kissing! A deep throb in my crotch confirmed the appeal of the idea.
I had fantasized about Lucia but up until now I had not let myself go there. Whenever we were pretending not to notice each other in the change room I got all tingly and nervous feeling. I'd steal furtive glances at her and I was pretty sure she was doing the same at me. The image of the black matted fur around the pink slit crossed my mind but though I was picturing Lucie it was Carly's pussy 'cause that's the only one I'd actually seen. "She goes to mass in the morning so it wouldn't be until lunch time." My tutor's face lit up when she realized I was not only planning to bring a friend, but I knew which one.
"That's fine sweetie. Just come on over whenever you're ready." We were walking to the front door. Carly planted a kiss on the top of my forehead and gazed into my brown eyes. "See ya tomorrow." She said as I bound down the steps.
I walked on a cloud all the way home. I could hardly wait to call Lucie and invite her to the Sapphic studio.
Mom didn't usually get home from her Beauty Salon until after six. She opened her own business five years ago just before she and dad had split up. In fact it might have been part of the reason they'd separated. The divorce had been finalized a year later. I was too young when it all happened to really understand. I loved my dad but after the divorce he'd moved clear across the country so I don't see him very much anymore. I arrived home from Carly's Photography Studio at four thirty.
Lucie was usually home by four on Saturday. Her parents didn't need her at the market; they just wanted her to become involved in the business. I had gone with her a couple of times and knew that in the afternoon there wasn't much to do. When she picked up the phone I started going a mile a minute. She agreed to come over after Mass tomorrow but I'd be surprised if she really understood what I'd told her. I turned on the TV just to get the subject off my mind.
Lucie showed up at the door at eleven wearing her Sunday best. "You didn't change." I remarked as I let her in.
"You said we were going to a photography studio and we might have our pictures taken" my friend defended. 'Yeah but your clothes probably won't be in the picture' I thought but didn't say. I had told my mom enough about Carly to satisfy her security concerns. So when I called out "Hey mom we're going now." All she said was;
"Have a good time sweetheart. I'm making dinner for six. Hi Lucie, bye Lucie"
"Bye missus Dilworth." Lucie returned as we headed out the door. Lucia's little plaid skirt and white blouse looked out of place beside my shorts and T shirt. During the walk I filled my friend in more coherently about Carly, and her studio. At least up to the part where clothes started coming off.
Miz LaRoche opened the door wearing a red silk kimono with dragons embroidered on it. "Good morning ladies" she said "I sort of wasn't expecting you until afternoon."
"Jeeze I'm sorry Carly I did say we'd be later didn't I"
"No matter, come on in" she invited holding the door open. Lucie went in first which allowed me to see our host give my friend a thorough once over. "And who do we have here?" she prompted the introduction.
"This is my friend Lucia, but everybody calls her Lucie"
"Lucia" Carly repeated "such a pretty name for a pretty girl." She said bending slightly and looking my dark haired friend in the eye. I saw Lucie smile and blush a little as she said;
"Thank you."
"Come on back to the studio everything you want to see is back there." Our host led the way into what was now somewhat familiar territory for me. Lucie looked around in fascination as I had done yesterday. "Have a seat girls; Can I get you anything?" 'Surely it was too early for wine' I thought. So I answered for both of us
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