Seduction

"Yeah I bet," Sammi smiled back adding, "Look do you mind if I dry my hair before we order the Chinese?"

"No, not at all," Emma replied, "in fact as you're my surrogate daughter I'll dry it for you as I do Sara's if you like."

"Oh sure that'll be great,"

"Ok then, as the Bishop said to the actress, come into my bedroom young lady," Emma replied far more lightly than she felt for her temperature had rocketed and her heart had started pound immediately she'd gone into her daughter's bedroom.

She sat Sammi down in front of her huge dressing table with the large mirror and stood behind her with the hair dryer in her hand. The view in the mirror was amazing, even though Sammi had pulled her jeans up and had fastened a few of the buttons on her blouse. By being higher than Sammi Emma could look down and see into the front of the blouse and down Sammi's cleavage. She could see the swell of each breast and the outline of each nipple.

She took the blonde hair in her hands and started running the locks through her fingers as the hot air wafted over them drying and setting them. The hair was a golden, corn colour and probably natural, Emma thought noting there were no dark roots. It was smooth and glistening, lustrous and soft and the sensation on her fingers was electric. As she ran her fingers through Sammi's hair and stood so close to her that her tummy occasionally brushed against her back so Emma was becoming increasingly agitated by the surges of sensations running through her body.

Sammi, though, appeared not to be affected for she was chatting away nineteen to the dozen about the tennis, getting wet, her mum's café and how they should play golf again soon. She was, though, enjoying the feelings of her mum's friend touching her hair. Always a fairly tactile sort of person she revelled in the closeness and the way that her fingers seemed to not only linger on her hair, as Emma pulled it straight so she could dry it but also, as her finger tips frequently brushed against he scalp. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations.

"How's things at college," Emma asked.

"Oh same as usual, a bit boring and lots of work."

"Must be tough, all those budding actors. No boy friend Sammi?"

"Nothing regular, I'm a bit of a love 'em and leave 'em girl, I can't settle down."

"Best way I guess, but it must be fun being with actors."

"It is, but most are quite a bit older, some in their thirties and forties."

"Oh dear," Emma replied, "Well you'll just have to get yourself a toy boy won't you? How about one of those dishy coaches at the golf club?"

"Now that is a good idea, perhaps we should get one each, what d'you think Emma, you line me up with a golf coach and I'll get you a budding actor, you up for it?" Sammi said laughing but not completely joking about the idea.

She had for some time been thinking that she should settle down a bit and perhaps get a steady boy friend. The sheer frustration she felt practically every day and the feeling of disappointment at how that side of her life didn't work when the rest did so well was awful. She had no desire to get married or have children, but she didn't like the casual sex, the one night stands and the sordidness of fumbled gropes and stolen caresses at clubs and parties. She was quite calculating and pragmatic about it. She recognised the great pleasures and satisfaction she gained from sex with Stephanie and that worried her that she might be becoming lesbian. So she needed sexual satisfaction from men as well, hence the boy friend idea.

Emma was pretty much off dating. She'd had a small succession of men since her marriage break up but had found the charade of the "getting to know them as they worked their way towards getting her to bed," sort of ridiculous and almost laughable. Although she knew that she needed the sexual relief that the three or four affairs she'd had provided her she found the dating rather tedious so had pretty much stopped. But she had her occasional lover. She had a companion, or a fuck buddy as the Americans termed it who gave her the relief when the extremes of her frustration got too much.

"Brad was her "toy boy," she often joked to herself for he was in his late twenties and Australian. She'd met him when she'd hurt her back playing tennis. He was a physiotherapist in a local practice. When he'd massaged her she'd had the most amazingly erotic thoughts, even to the extent that she'd imagined that on one of the upward sweeps of his hand up her thighs it wouldn't stop and would plunge into her lips that she was sure had dampened. Of course it hadn't but after the third appointment when he'd chatted her up she'd found herself accepting his invitation for a drink. It hadn't taken more than a couple of weeks before they had sex. And that had happened every couple of weeks or so for the past few months. So a couple of days after that time with Sammi when Emma was laying in the narrow bed in Brad's small flat and his head was moving down her body her thoughts were on Sammi not him. It was her face she saw in her mind moving between her legs, her hands gently easing her thighs a part, her fingers slithering around her soaking lips. And yes it was Sammi's tongue that she visualised herself receiving as Brad, more roughly than any woman, shoved his right up her cunt.

What with being tired from her exertions at tennis, her body glowing and being nicely, warm from the hot shower and the lovely feelings of Emma's hands on her hair, Sammi had gone into an almost trance-like state. She was so relaxed and felt so comfortable that her mind seemed to drift off as she revelled in all the dreamily wonderful feelings. It hadn't quite registered with her but Emma was no longer really drying her hair but was more stroking it. She just couldn't resist it. The feel of Sammi's hair on her fingers, the intimacy of drying another woman's hair and the view in the mirror of her young friend's half unbuttoned blouse was getting to her in a way she'd never experienced before.

It hit Emma then. It suddenly registered with her. The realisation smashed into her mind and erupted through her body that she wanted to "pull" Sammi. That she needed to try to take this further. To see whether her young female friend would and could become more than that. To find out whether she was feeling the same sensations and emotions that she was. She recognised that she wanted and needed to try to seduce her. Not only had Emma never done that before but also, she'd never, ever even had such a thought before.

In her almost dreamlike state Sammi was suddenly pulled back to consciousness by hearing,

"You have such beautiful hair Sammi."

"Er, um, do I Emma?" Sammi said as her mind cleared and she looked in the mirror. She saw her mum's friend's eyes boring into hers. She saw her breasts lifting and falling and she saw that Emma had stopped drying her hair and was just running it through her fingers.

Emma couldn't tell just what the look was she saw in Sammi's eyes. She couldn't tell whether it indicated anything other than that she was enjoying her hair being dried. She couldn't have for Sammi didn't know. Sammi didn't know what she was thinking. She knew that she was loving every minute of this but why she was and why she felt so relaxed on the one hand, but strangely slightly excited on the other, at what the older woman was doing, she had no idea.

She didn't even think about what she was thinking but she knew what she was feeling. Well not exactly knew, not to the point that she would have been able to clearly explain it. For what she was feeling was exactly what she'd felt when she used to see Stephanie at college, what she felt with the boys an men with whom she had made love and, she had to admit, what she felt more and more when she was alone with her mother Sally. And that made her feel guilty and a little ashamed of herself.

"Was she becoming so sexually frustrated," she thought, "that she could imagine that her mum's good friend Emma was arousing her? That the good deed she was doing in drying her hair could have sexual undertones for her?" She tried to blot such thoughts and feelings from her mind, but she couldn't.

"Well that's what going to a good hairdresser does for you," she said as lightly as her emotion affected voice could say it.

Emma stared into Sammi's eyes as she let one lock of hair slip slowly through her fingers. "Was that some form of emotion in her voice?" she wondered. "Some form of expression in her eyes other than the normal one of friendship?"

"Yes Sammi," Emma started very slowly looking deeply into her eyes in the mirror, "I've always thought you had lovely hair from the first time I met you," she went on letting her fingers, almost unconsciously slip from Sammi's hair onto her bare shoulders where the neck of the blouse had slipped back revealing a wide patch of freckled skin across her shoulders.

Emma rested her fingers there as she paused to pluck up her courage before adding, "in fact Sammi I've thought all of you is lovely ever since I saw you."

The touch of Emma's fingers on her bare skin was like an electric shock to the younger woman. She hadn't felt anything like it since Stephanie had kissed her in her Mini as a prelude to then caressing her breasts. It made her shudder and sent shivers of such intensity through her that she worried that Emma might notice. Struggling to control her voice she replied softly.

"Well I've thought the same about you Emma. You're beautiful and have such a lovely figure and gorgeous hair."

As their eyes met again in the mirror and as Emma pressed slightly more firmly on Sammi's shoulders they heard.

"Hello mum, I'm home."

Emma quickly pulled her mind away from Sammi and shouted out brightly.

"Hi darling, I'm up in your bedroom, come on up."

Emma's daughter came bowling into the room just after Sammi, who was feeling enormously guilty about her feelings, had rapidly done up the buttons on her blouse. Sammi and Sarah knew each other and the three of them chatted with Sara explaining that she hadn't stayed as late as she thought she was going to due to a teacher being ill.

Emma also felt guilty at what she'd been contemplating about her friend and very relieved that nothing more had happened. "I must be far more careful" she thought to herself as she told Sara that they'd all be having take away Chinese soon.

"Great. I'll get on with my homework the fourteen year old girl said brightly, "See you in about an hour then."

"Will it be ok Emma if I shower and change at your place before we go?" Sammi asked a couple of weeks later.

"Of course luv," Emma replied her heart leaping at the thought.

Along with Sally who was still in the States, they'd been invited to join one of Sally's female customers at her hen night in one of the late night bars in Docklands. The Saturday of that coincided with some remodelling work being done in the café restaurant and Emma had offered to help Sammi with the clearing up and moving of stock.

It was dusty and quite hard work moving the stock around before the men turned up to extend the bar and the seating area for customers. As they were working the two women had to move quite a lot of stock down to the stockroom.

Emma was continually getting little shivers of excitement as she and Sammi brushed against each as they worked closely together. She'd tried very hard and had been quite successful since the hair washing incident to control her feelings and put trying it on with Sammi out of her mind.

"After all," she'd thought, "what if I get it wrong and try something and she is revolted by it, after all she is young enough to be my daughters and I have no idea whether she has any bi tendencies at all. If I get it wrong, I lose her as a potential lover and Sally as a good friend and an actual lover."

But Sammi asking about showering and changing had brought back all those feelings and desires. "No I'll just have to be resolved," she told herself, "it's ridiculous."Sitting at the back of the room watching the two young workmen finishing the job of enlarging the bar Sammi said,

"There you are Em, we talked about both getting toy boys, what about these two?" Emma smiled for she hadn't told Sammi about Brad. "Not bad candidates for it Sammi, are they?"

They both looked at the twenty something reasonably good looking, well built blokes as they stretched and bent in their tee shirts and tight blue jeans.

"Not bad at all but a bit close to home I think," Sammi replied referring to the fact that they were employed as maintenance men in Liam's company and he was fiddling their payment.

"Pity for they've both got great butts," Emma smiled as the two men packed up their tools and left.

"Quite a day I feel knackered."

"Well you're not used to manual work are you what with all that writing?" Sammi replied adding, "But thanks ever so much for helping."

They were sitting on two bar stools with another between them as Sammi said that and they both looked at each other.

"No problem luv, I was happy to help," Emma said her eyes holding Sammi's gaze as those feelings of desire reared their head inside her. Sammi leaned forward, her small breasts pressing against the thin top she was wearing and pressed her hand on Emma's arm. "It's wonderful to have such a friend," she said softly.

It was all Emma could do not to take her in her arms. How she stopped herself grabbing Sammi's hand, pulling her towards her and kissing her she didn't know so strong was the urge.

"Yes, yes Sammi, yes it is," she blithered moving her hand away. "Well come on we'd better finish off and get ready for our big night hadn't we?" Sammi immediately saw the change in Emma's manner and was concerned that she'd given the wrong impression. At that moment she'd felt so close to her mum's friend and hadn't known what had come over her. She realised that she'd wanted to touch Emma and that concerned her. "Christ she'll think I'm coming onto her," she thought. But that wasn't what she'd meant for her gesture had been pure friendship, well she thought it was but had some doubts.

They stood up facing each other as Sammi said,

"Christ I do feel tired we've worked so hard today haven't we, thanks again Emma."

"Not at all and yes I'm bloody bushed as well, pity we're out tonight I could do with a quiet night in couldn't you?" Emma replied

"Yes I could do after all that exertion but we don't need to stay long do we?

"No I guess not and in any case they probably wouldn't hardly notice if we didn't go so lets just pop in for quick drink shall we?"

"Sure, but sod it we must look a real sight. Look at you all dirt in your hair from the cellar." Emma reached out and pulled the cobweb from Sammi's golden hair.

"Bloody hell," she smiled looking right into Sammi's eyes, "I suppose I'll have to dry your hair again won't I?"

"Yes mum" Sammi laughed back quite looking forward to the prospect.

At Emma's apartment they had a cup of tea and chatted about how successful the day had been and how good the café now looked.

"Mum'll be able to seat another twenty people at any time and at lunchtimes that'll make the money roll in," Sammi explained as Emma mulled over in her mind what she was going to do.

All day long the urge to take things further had kept rearing up in her and she'd fought hard to control them particularly when they were so close together so much of the time. Almost touching quite often. But she was so inexperienced in such things and so worried of embarrassing herself and upsetting Sammi by doing anything. "What a fucking conflict?" she thought to herself.

"Well I guess we'd better start getting ready" she said standing up and clearing the mugs away, "that is if we're going to go. Do you still want to?"

"Actually not particularly but I guess we should put in a quick appearance shouldn't we?"

"I suppose so," Emma said a little wearily, "come on then let's have our showers and I'll dry your hair," pausing before adding with a laugh, "Baby."

They walked off to the two bedrooms laughing at their little in joke.

In her own room, Emma felt the tension building up in her as she undressed and went into the shower. It wasn't just the tension that was building for her whole body was tingling with arousal. Her breasts felt as though they were unusually heavy and full and her nipples, that she noticed in the mirror, had hardened into two acorn-like lumps, were aching. As the warm water cascaded over her and as her hands rubbed the soap over her body she also felt excited, nervous, apprehensive and concerned. At what she was thinking and at what she hoped she'd have the pluck to try. At what marvels lay ahead if she had the pluck and was successful, and at what disappointment and embarrassment if she tried and was rejected.

At that moment as she dried herself she had the utmost sympathy for men who had to contend with this sort of conflict all their lives.

She didn't wash her hair for she'd done that this morning and she hadn't spent much time in the dusty cellar. She simply put a few pins in it with the plan to brush it out after she'd dried Sammi's hair when they'd both get dressed to hit the bar. Slipping into the silk and lace, black thong and black net bra that provided her with the modest support her D cup boobs required but hid none of their attractions for it was totally see through, she picked up her robe. It was silk and had a tie at the waist. The lustrous, turquoise material clung to her body showing each womanly mound and curve. The cool, smooth material felt sensuous on her body and that simply added to the arousal she was now continually experiencing.

Having washed her hair, Sammi dried herself with a big fluffy towel and ran that over her hair quite looking forward to having it dried by Emma. She was also feeling little tingles in her body but put that down to the closeness and sheer friendship that existed between them. There were no thoughts in her mind similar to those going through Emma's for the idea that her friend might be interested in her for more than friendship hadn't entered her head.

Sammi, with her extremely limited experience of female to female sex just didn't think that way. But then few women do, do they? No few think that way for few have had the wonderful experience of intimacy with one of their own gender. But those that have tasted those pleasures with another woman do think that way. They think that way for usually they have such a wonderful experience they wonder why all women don't try it.

"Yes, come in Emma," Sammi said as she heard the knock on the door. "I borrowed the robe you suggested," she went on as Emma walked in the hair drier in her hand,

Sammi had slipped on the thin, white, cotton robe Emma had laid out on her daughter's bed and as the older woman came into the room she was pulling it round her and tying the belt around her middle. Emma wasn't absolutely sure, but thought that as she watched the robe going round Sammi she was naked under it. That made her heart beat faster and just added to the nervousness that was pervading every part of her mind and body.

She dried Sammi's hair just as she had before taking her time running it through her fingers more caressing it than drying it. Sammi experienced the nice, relaxing feelings that she'd had last time and once more she felt as though she was, almost, going into a trance. She was sitting on the dressing table stool and Emma was standing close behind her. Very close, as close as she had on the golf course when the darker haired, older more voluptuous woman had first felt the powerful feelings for the blonde, younger woman, her friend and lover's daughter. At times Emma's tummy brushed against Sammi's back and the back of Sammi's head occasionally pressed against her breasts. These sent even more shivers through her.