In Her Father's Footsteps Ch. 06

Wendy stood up, and in her catlike way, walked toward Jane, seductively crossing one leg in front of the other as her naked form silently slinked toward Jane. Jane had heard men say how rare and prized a naturally-blonde pussy was, and Jane's excitement grew with the realization that just such a rare and prized bush was slowly advancing toward her.

When she stood facing Jane, Wendy said, "You know, Miss Paddington-Smythe--"

"Call me Samantha."

"Ok. You know, Samantha, you could be in one of these men's magazines, too, if you'd let yourself go."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, if you shed those inhibitions, and wore more revealing clothes, you would be quite sexy. I SAW how you started to get less inhibited and play with yourself during the photo-shoot."

Jane was glad at this point that Wendy didn't know about the sexy outfits that she wears for her Brad, or the uninhibited lust that she and Brad had almost constantly coaxed out of each other through nearly two years of marriage now. To protect her true identity as a British spy, Jane had to at all costs remain in character as Samantha Paddington-Smythe, nerdy, possibly Lesbian, photographer of nude women for trashy men's magazines.

"Really?" Jane asked, putting on her best acting voice of astonishment.

Wendy reached around behind Jane, and let out the pins holding Jane's hair up in a tight bun.

"First, you need to lose this school-marm hair bun," Wendy began. When all the pins were out, Jane instinctively shook her head to let her dark brown-black hair tumble into soft waves down to her shoulders.

"Mmmm, much better," Wendy purred, reaching her arms around Jane's waist and kissing Jane softly on the lips. Jane began to feel butterflies of desire in her stomach at being so close to this tall, stunning, shapely, sexy, naked blonde goddess of a woman, a feeling that only her husband had ever been able to give her before.

"And you need to unbutton a few buttons of that blazer," Wendy continued, slowly unbuttoning Jane's blazer, and kissing each new area of exposed flesh down Jane's torso. Wendy was not surprised, but was disappointed, to find a drab, pale-green sports bra under Jane's blazer.

"Don't you have any sexier bras than this, Samantha?" Wendy pouted.

Jane realized that Samantha now sounded too formal, after they had just passionately kissed. "Call me Sam," Jane said, as Wendy wrapped both arms around her and kissed her again. "Umm, make that Sammy."

"If you'll change into a sexier bra for me, I'll call you DARLING," Wendy replied, once more eagerly kissing Jane.

"You've got a deal." Jane walked over to her suitcase and took out her sheerest purple satin bra, the one with the white lace bows above both nipples, and the peekaboo cutouts that let her hard nipples jut out their full half- inch. She hurriedly slipped it on and returned to Wendy's side.

"Will this do, sweetie?" Jane coyly asked.

Wendy could not believe how stunning the previously-mousy Samantha looked now. Although she was a dyed-in-the-wool heterosexual slut all the way, and had devoured more cocks than she could EVER count, Wendy found something utterly irresistible about Samantha now. It was like a magnet was drawing Wendy to Sammy, and Wendy was as powerless to resist this Lesbian magnetism as a bar of iron is to resist a real magnet.

"Yes that's more like it, darling" Wendy replied, still standing behind Jane, removing Jane's blazer and sports bra, slipping the purple peekaboo Bra over Jane's shoulders, and hooking the bra clips at the back. Standing behind Jane, Wendy reached her arms around Jane's 36-C chest, cupping both breasts in her palms and flicking her fingers, slowly at first but then with gathering speed, through the peekaboo cutouts and across Jane's exposed nipples. From behind Jane, Wendy walked slowly forward, her bare pussy pressed against Jane's ass, pushing Jane into the bathroom to stand before the floor-to-ceiling mirror.

"You need to wear shorter skirts, too," Wendy continued, hiking Jane's hemline more than halfway up her thighs.

"There," Wendy commented, "Doesn't that look better, honey?"

Jane gazed at the sexy Latina woman in the mirror. She knew that this was the real her, the purple satin peekaboo bra trimmed in white lace, the short skirt revealing the deep, dark complexion of her slender legs, the dark hair swirling softly down to her shoulders. This was the sexy Jane Bond with whom Brad, her husband and fellow British spy, had been madly in love and deeply in lust (and she with him) for over two years.

Gazing into the mirror, Jane could see the resemblance to her own mother, the striking South American beauty whom 007 had met and bedded, but never wedded, during a dangerous mission in Brazil (Jane was the very tangible result of that long-ago one-night stand). But Jane couldn't let on about any of this with Wendy Warmcox, wife of the terrorist arms merchant whom Jane was trying to bring to justice.

"Do you really think I look sexy enough to pose nude in a men's magazine?" Jane continued her coy act.

As if in response, Wendy reached around from behind Jane, reached under Jane's raised skirt, and slid a finger inside Jane's panties. Wendy began by pressing and rubbing against the hood that hid Jane's clit.

Once Wendy's fingers had coaxed Jane's clit out of hiding, Wendy continued her downward travel, casually slipping a finger into Jane's slit, and letting her finger massage all around Jane's inner walls, before letting her finger retreat from Jane's deepest depths to once more massage her clit.

Jane spun around and kissed Wendy fully and passionately on the lips, then pushed her tongue against Wendy's lips. Wendy understood the signal, parting her lips to let Jane's tongue slip past her teeth and dance around on the roof of her mouth, before Jane's tongue began a wrestling match with Wendy's own tongue, deep within Wendy's mouth.

Jane wrapped her arms around Wendy's waist, and now it was Jane's turn to walk and push Wendy along with her. Wendy placed her feet atop Jane's, acknowledging Jane's mastery of the moment now, letting Jane push her backward and guide her to wherever she wanted to go. They both knew where Jane wanted to take them: to the bed where Jane had earlier been photographing Wendy, ostensibly for a men's magazine.

Jane pushed Wendy flat on her back, face up on the bed. Standing over the bed, Jane slowly slid her skirt and panties down her short but slender, naturally-tan-looking legs. Wendy hungrily licked her lips as she watched Jane's slow strip-tease. When Jane towered over her, naked except for her peekaboo bra, Wendy couldn't resist sliding a finger back into her own pussy, which was still slick from her earlier orgasm during the photo-shoot. Watching Wendy play with herself, Jane couldn't resist slipping her own finger into her dampening slit as she hovered over the bed where Wendy lay so fetchingly.

"Do you still insist that you'll never sleep with one of your models?" Wendy purred seductively and triumphantly.

As Jane's probing fingers made her own inner walls ever slicker, she could only reply "I guess I'll have to make an exception in your case." With that, Wendy reached up with her free hand (the one not currently jammed deep into her moist and hungry pussy), and pulled Jane down onto the bed beside her. The tall, sexy, fair-skinned blonde and the short, equally-sexy, dark-complexioned brunette hugged each other on the bed, kissing passionately and slipping their eager tongues in a sensuous and sensual dance inside each other's mouth. But both ladies quickly realized that their tongues would do a whole lot more good somewhere other than in each other's mouth. Jane kneeled on her knees, spun halfway around on the bed, and stretched back out again, with her feet above Wendy's head, and Wendy's feet above her own. Jane's tongue licked slowly along Wendy's outer pussy lips, and Wendy reciprocated on Jane, returning lick for lick.

Jane's fingers now pried Wendy's pussy lips apart, and Jane's tongue slithered into Wendy's slit, licking the dew off of Wendy's slick inner walls, but at the same time, coaxing more juice to coat those walls. Jane couldn't resist running her fingers over and through the sparse little wisps of fine blonde hair, just above the opening that Jane's tongue was so skillfully teasing. "Mmmmm!" Wendy moaned, panting heavily and shaking from head to toe.

"You mean, your husband never does that to you any more?"

"What do you mean, any more? Even when we were passionate newlyweds, he never licked me THAT GOOD! And now, he pays so little attention to me, that if my pussy were to die, he wouldn't recognize it to identify the body!"

"I like licking my husband's eight inches of cock," Jane revealed, "I mean, I REALLY like licking long, thick, stiff cock. SSSOOOO good! But until now, I've never licked another woman's pussy before. It tastes delicious. And I love running my fingers through that soft blonde peach fuzz of yours."

"My husband's cock is 10 inches," Wendy replied. "At first, it felt great to have myself stuffed so full of his manhood, and still have enough left over to wrap my fist around the last three inches outside of my pussy lips. It felt great to feel him rubbing through my palm as he thrust gently but powerfully in and out of my pussy. But after a while, he stopped being so gentle, and he would thrust so hard, trying to jam that last three inches plus his balls inside of me, and it really started to hurt. I really started to secretly dread him thrusting into me, but I stayed a good wife and never let on how much it hurt. I had to content myself with swallowing his whole ten-inch shaft in a single gulp, sucking out his delicious cream and swallowing it all deep down my throat."

"Didn't he repay the favor?"

"At first, he sort of half-heartedly licked at my clit, but he never did it as well as you're doing right now. Since he didn't know how to make me moan and come with his tongue, and he didn't seem to hear when I tried to tell him how to eat me out, he eventually stopped trying. I have NEVER been licked THIS good before."

"You ain't seen nothin' yet!" Jane smiled.

With that, Jane began a series of long, slow licks back and forth over Wendy's clit, causing Wendy's love button to grow longer and harder, and Wendy's moans to grow louder, with each lick. Jane slowly kissed from Wendy's right thigh, across her damp and pouty outer lips, to her left thigh, then back again. Wendy's clit now popped out fully from behind its hood, jealous of the loving treatment Jane was giving to her pussy lips and thighs, and eager to share in that experience.

"Mmmm, yeah, baby, just like that," Wendy cooed, then darted her tongue rapidly across Jane's own swollen clit. This caused Jane to buck her hips rapidly up into Wendy's face, down onto the mattress, then back up against Wendy's tongue. Wendy loved running her fingers through the tight curls in Jane's thick, lush carpet of brown-black pussy fur, a real contrast to Wendy's own sparse blonde wisps. Both ladies now began circling their tongues around each other's clit, and then darting quickly in and out of each other's slit after every third or fourth lick over the clit. Now both women were thrashing, gyrating their hips, bucking their pussies up into the air and back down again, and moaning loudly.

"Mmmm!" Wendy repeated. "My husband has NEVER licked me like that! Do you lick your husband that good?"

"Well, I try to. And judging by how many gallons of sweet, creamy come he's pumped down my throat through two years of marriage, I guess I must be doing a pretty good job."

"Well, if you do him even HALF as good as you're doing me, he is one very lucky man."

After this comment, Wendy circled her tongue all the way around Jane's clit about three more times, then curled up her tongue and drove it as deeply as she could inside of Jane's hungry, dripping, slicked-up little slit. Jane bucked her hips up into Wendy's face again, but this time she left her pussy pressed high against Wendy's face, and began to come.

Jane's juice just kept flowing onto Wendy's lips and tongue, and before Jane's own supply could completely dry up, she released the rest of Brad's deeply-entrapped cock juice from the innermost recesses of her cunt, deep down Wendy's throat. Jane knew that she would now have to suffer through a full final day in Vienna, with none of Brad's juices left to slosh around inside of her as she walked. It would be a whole day before Jane could again be in her Brad's arms and feel his gushing love juice fill her empty pussy back up again. But somehow, being in Wendy's arms, Jane didn't mind giving up the last of Brad's juices now.

Wendy immediately noticed the difference in taste when Brad's love juice began to pour out of Jane's juicy pussy. "Mmm, you taste just like my husband now."

"That's because my husband injected me with two mega-doses of his sperm two nights ago, and I've been very careful to keep it locked-up deep inside my pussy ever since. I've been walking all over Vienna the last two days with his warm spunk sloshing around all over my insides."

"Mmm! I guess you're the lucky one. Even after two days, his juice tastes terrific. And you get to taste a FRESH supply of him all the time?"

"Every night for two years! Yes, I guess I AM the lucky one in my marriage after all."

"You sure ARE. Now that I think about it, your husband's juice doesn't taste at all like my William's. My husband's spunk tastes salty and bitter, like stale almonds, not sweet like your man's."

"I still have more of my Brad's spunk trapped deep inside of me. Keep licking, and I'm sure I can pump some more of his sweet juice into your throat." Of course, Jane had ulterior motives. She was less interested in quenching Wendy's parched throat with her Brad's love juices, than she was in continuing to feel Wendy's long, warm, tongue as it lovingly licked and probed deep inside of her tight, hungry, slicked-up snatch.

Of course, Jane's tongue wasn't idle this whole time, either. Jane continued to lick the sweet nectar from inside of Wendy's walls. After about every fourth lick inside Wendy's depth, Jane's tongue would retreat, and she would resume swirling her tongue to coax that delicious come out from around Wendy's hot, hard, swollen little clit. As Jane satisfied Wendy's desire to suck more of Brad's two-day-old love juice out of Jane's pussy and down Wendy's throat, Wendy let loose another blast of her delicious clit nectar against Jane's tongue and the roof of Jane's mouth.

"Wow, and I thought my husband was a stud," Wendy gushed. "But your lovemaking was absolutely the most wonderful thing I've ever experienced. Your sweet pussy nectar, and your Brad's tasty love juice, are incredible. I've never made love with a woman before, but if this is what its like, I'm sold on it." Then softly whispering into Jane's ears, Wendy continued, "I think I'm falling in love with you."

Jane was flattered. She had never had any Lesbian inclinations before, and she deeply loved her Brad, but she couldn't help honestly whispering back, "I think I love you, too, darling."

"I think I would do absolutely anything for you, honey," Wendy continued. "Especially if you'll let me fuck both you and your Brad at the same time. If his spunk tastes that good after being parked in your pussy for two days, I've just GOT to taste it as it spews out fresh from his cock and onto my tongue!"

Jane wasn't sure how she felt about sharing her Brad with another woman, even with the blonde goddess with whom she had just shared one of the most powerful sexual experiences of either woman's X-rated lives. But Jane was too exhausted and contented now to argue the point.

To Be Continued...