A New Way of Seeing Things Pt. 03 Ch. 03

"Oh, yeah? Whose idea was that?"

"Mine...she told me she could hear us from the hallway some of the other times she stayed over. Natalie, I don't know what came over me, maybe it was the wine, I don't know, but I really wanted her to hear us!"

"Gwen Nelson, you wild woman! Was she freaked out by it?"

"No, she said she liked it." Despite being in the middle of the forest, Gwen looked around and lowered her voice. "I could hear her using her vibrator after."

"I guess she did like it then. So I guess Tim knows she could hear him too? Didn't bother him?"

"No, he was a little quiet when we started, but I think he liked it too. But now I feel like we were teasing her and were perverts for doing it in the first place."

"From what you're saying she didn't mind at all. The sex was toe-curling good, I'll bet. I know how turned on I get when I know someone can see or hear me getting plowed."

"It did feel good," Gwen allowed, "it just doesn't seem like something normal people do."

"I think you're beginning to figure out how much 'normal people' do or at least try."

Despite her worries, Gwen was happy to formally open the pool for the summer after their return, a trail of clothes leading from the gate to the water's edge. "What's the schedule for next Saturday, then?" Gwen finally asked as she paddled, resigning herself to going. She had committed, and Gwen Nelson kept her promises. Besides, the other things she had done, those turned out fine, right? Until the first time they don't, the Lady ominously reminded her, and then you'll bring shame to your family and be the laughingstock of the town. The Slut merely reminded her the results had far outweighed the risks to date and maybe Natalie was right—this was maybe normal?

"Pick up you up at noon, get to Cho's shop about 3, one-two hours for trying things on, then over to the palatial estate. They'll feed and water us before show time. Stay at Liz's after, then come home the next morning. Sound good?" Gwen nodded, the prospect of staying at the redhead's condo seemingly the natural thing to do on such a dangerous outing. "Cho asked me to ask you to bring a few things with you. A little black dress, some matching heels, a pair of nice riding boots and black riding gloves. I'll send you an e-mail so you don't forget."

"What will I need those things for?"

Natalie shrugged. "Cho asked for 'em. I'm sure she's got some ideas."

"And you and Liz and the other models really do product demonstrations? What do the guests think? They must be shocked."

"Listen Gwen, this is not your parents local country-club rich set we're talking about here. This is a whole 'nother level of rich and we're just poor folk to the women at this party. To them, this is the kind of scandalous entertainment that poor folk provide while they try to impress the hostess with donations to her charity. Oh, and..." the blonde made her way to the pool steps, "now might be a good time to check on your hairstyle."

Gwen flinched at the mention of her parents, again trying to dismissthe worry over what they might think if they ever found out, and followed her sister-in-law up the stairs. "I need to get a haircut?"

"Not up top, no, although if I had to guess she'll have you take it out of the ponytail for the night. I mean between your legs. It looks like you've been keeping up with it, but I can take care of some of the hard-to-reach spots if you want."

"Oh. That matters?"

"Yeah, less is more at these things. Cho doesn't like the look of her product disappearing into wild growth, and I think the partygoers prefer the sleek look too. A full bush is a sure sign of a hippie Communist."

She had noted when they had undressed that what little pubic hair Natalie had sported before had disappeared completely. "I noticed you're bare now."

"Yeah, Cho asked me to do it. I think Liz and the others are keeping some, and she wanted me to make sure you were at least trimmed up. Shall we go in and take care of business?" The women picked up their clothes and headed down to the house.

"Scissors, razor, shaving cream and towel, please," Natalie called out at they entered the bedroom. "Then up on the bed with ya." Gwen returned with the requested materials and assumed the position after spreading the towel, not even thinking how easy it had become to spread herself to another's scrutiny. She held her breath as her sister-in-law inserted her index finger between her lips and pushed them back and forth, looking for stray hairs.

"Not too bad," the blonde said distractedly as she withdrew her wet fingertip and reached for the shaving cream. Just a few strays on your taint and some stubble on either side of your pussy lips. I'll get it now, but you'll probably need another touch-up before we leave next weekend."

Did Cho tell you what she wanted...it...to look like down there?"

"Trimmed up, not a lot but not bare, but she might change her mind, so I'll leave more than I think she wants cuz' you won't be able to grow it back as fast as we can take it off. You really do have a beautiful pussy," Natalie murmured as she clipped at a stray hair below her opening. "So neat and orderly. Mine looks like some sort of alien Venus Flytrap, wrinkled skin hanging all over the place. And when I get turned on, I turn so many different colors down there that it looks like somebody punched me! I swear my first boyfriend got scared the first time he got a good look at it. He thought it was a lot of fun to play with until he turned the dome light in the car on and got a look at what his finger had been in. I think he was afraid that if he stuck his dick in there he wasn't going to get it back, and no way was he going to kiss it! He did man up enough to put it in, though, for all of thirty seconds. I guess men can be really brave when there's the chance they're gonna get some. If I were Cho, I'd have me grow a full bush and cover this beast up."

"Adam likes it, and you said the man on the beach liked it," Gwen reminded her. "I like it. It's very feminine."

"Oh, it's feminine, alright," she agreed with a laugh. "No mistaking it's where dicks go in and babies come out. Maybe it's like a dog that's so ugly it's cute," Natalie mused as she wiped away the last of the shaving cream. "And I've never heard that it's not a lot of fun to play with. Yours, though..." Natalie's tongue drew a line from her opening to her clit, then continued up. The blonde's body followed as she kissed her way up the flat stomach, heading for Gwen's breasts. Her nipple was lightly captured between a pair of soft lips as Natalie's bare mound pressed down against the lightly furred mons below. Gwen gasped an "oh" and reached to the ass between her legs, grasping at it like she did Tim's when he buried himself in her. Natalie's hips thrust and rotated, creating a delicious pressure-filled friction between the two women. Gwen could feel Natalie's nipples lightly dragging back and forth across her midsection as the woman arched her back and did a push-up to maintain the pressure between their legs while getting more serious about the delightful tits below her. Her arms grew tired and she gently lowered herself on to the body beneath her, pelvis still grinding as she kissed her sister-in-law's neck and ear.

The feel of the body between Gwen's thighs was different than what she experienced with Tim; Natalie was soft and supple where her husband was rough and muscular, and it was strange to have a body on her and nothing in her. It was different, but nice, very very nice, and Natalie just seemed to know all the right moves to make her clit tingle.

Gwen ground back against the body above, clutching the soft warmth to her, feeling Natalie's lips tickling her neck and ear. The sensation of clitoris-on-clitoris was maddeningly erotic and she bucked her hips to maintain the contact and bring other nearby nerve endings into play. "Oh," she gasped again as her climax began to rise, "so nice. You feel so good."

"So do you," Natalie murmured from next to her ear. "I hope I'm not squishing you."

"No, I love it," Gwen groaned, "I love having you on me. Like being under a warm blanket. So soft..."

"I wanna hear you come," Natalie murmured as her hips pressed down even harder. "Can you do that?"

Gwen, biting her lip in ecstasy, nodded. She was not long in fulfilling her sister-in-law's request. "I'm com-com-com," she chanted in time to the twitch of her mons against the hardness pressed into it. "I'm cominnnnngggg!" She clutched at the body above her, pulling it in, both of her openings spasming wildly. The grinding against her clit did not stop; and the intensity of the sensation became too much as her orgasm subsided. She grasped at the ass between her legs, trying to hold it still. "Too much," she said breathlessly, "please stop—too much!"

Natalie raised herself up and grinned down at her. "Sorry, I'm close myself and I got a little carried away. I know how sensitive I get down there after I come." She rolled off and spread her legs, a finger idly circling her button. "This won't take long."

Gwen rolled to her side. "Can I help?"

"Sure, if you don't mind. Think you could lick my pussy? You're really good at it."

"I'd be glad to." She lay between the blonde's legs, her face inches from her sex. It really was beautiful display of womanhood in bloom. The colors didn't remind her of bruising but more of a sunset, vivid on some areas of her folds, muted on others. She delicately stuck a tongue between the lush lips and drew up towards the clitoris trying to poke out from the top, gathering the collected wetness along the way.

"Ohhh yessss," Natalie hissed as a tongue circled her erect button and began the return trip down her slit. Her hands needlessly went to Gwen's head to hold the instrument of her pleasure in place, and other nerves twitched as the tongue made its way back up. This time it stayed around her clit, circling, flicking. Gwen brought a hand up under her body and slid her middle finger into the soaked opening below her chin.

"Two fingers," Natalie panted. Her orgasm exploded soon after she was given the requested extra digit, and she pressed Gwen's face into her pussy, grinding against the trapped tongue. Her hold on the head between her legs was not relinquished until she was satiated, happily tasting her own juices on Gwen's lips when she pulled the woman between her legs up to kiss her.