Sex Sells and Raises Funds

They discussed the evening together, and Dave thoughtfully said: "I don't think she likes men."

They looked at each other in silence, and light bulbs appeared above both heads.

"Leave it with me," said Judy. "We will find her a more appropriate escort. Thank you for being so considerate and doing your best. Don't blame yourself; you cannot win them all."

At the next committee meeting, Judy tabled the bones of the situation and said, "We don't want to appear to coerce people into making donations, but the pleasure that is being felt among the residents is very obvious. Some are missing out, and if we can bring each of them the same amount of pleasure, we will have been of service as well as completing our overall project. "

The committee got their heads together, and someone recommended Susie being very willing to help. She was bi and great company. If anyone could crack Jean, Suzie could. Judy offered to organize a coffee morning to include Jean and Suzie next Wednesday to introduce Suzie to Jean.

The following Wednesday, at the coffee morning, Susie sat close to Jean and smiled into her eyes. "What is your bucket list, Jean?" She asked quietly.

"Oh, I don't. I have one" was the negative reply. "I just take each day as it comes and I am still alive, so I just get on with it."

"Well now, think of all the things that there are in the world to do. Personally, bungee jumping and hang gliding are well out for me, but a weekend of spa and spoiling, a conducted bus or train trip to somewhere you have never been, or a shopping weekend with a show in the evening. You will be surprised how it will lift your spirits, brighten your day, and make memories for you."

Jean smiled and said, "Memories! Oh, course, Cats. I love the music of Cats." And she sang the first lines of Memories. "I think it is on in Auckland next month, and I would love to go." Her whole face lit up, and she appeared to drop ten years.

"Right," said Susie. "I will organize that. We can go up in my car, stay two nights, and come home the following day after the show. We're not in a hurry. We'll set out early, book into a hotel and hit a shopping mall for a couple of hours, go to a spa and have dinner at a top restaurant. Then the next day we will drive around some sights and go to 'Cats' that evening. Let's wear something casual during the day, go very elegant at night, dress up, have dinner before the show, and have fun."

"I fully appreciate that you are part of the Service Club Fund Raising project, and I will happily pay all expenses if you do the organising," said Jean. "I haven't spent anything on myself for years, and tough on the nieces and nephews, but if I am going to spend their inheritance and enjoy ourselves, we should do it properly. Make the booking through Dame Judy, and she can tell me how to make payment. Oh, this is going to be fun!"

On the day of the trip, Susie pulled into Jean's drive, and stood by her car singing, slightly off-key, "Memories! Another day is dawning!" as Jean literally skipped down the path and slipped into the car. She was beaming like a child going to a picnic. The atmosphere stayed all the way to Auckland, with both laughing and giggling over silly jokes.

They booked into the hotel and took their luggage up to their room, which was very nicely appointed with twin beds, comfortable dining and lounge room, and their own spar.

As they went back through the lobby on their way to the Mall, Susie excused herself for a minute and went and had a few words to the Manager, then off they went.

The Mall was not very busy, so they found a park easily and went through the automatic doors to the cool scented atmosphere.

"I don't really want to buy anything," said Jean doubtfully.

"Oh, you don't have to," reassured Susie. "We will window shop and laugh at all the silly teenage fashions.

They strolled along looking in all the windows, browsed through the book store, sussed out the china shop, and ended up at the foot of the escalator. As they stepped off at the top Jean caught her breath. "Oh, I love that frock!" she sighed.

"Come on and try it on," encouraged Susie, pulling her into the shop.

The assistant found Jean's size and showed them to a fitting room, but the style clung in all the wrong places, showed up bumps where they should not have been and was not "Jean" at all.

"Oh, dear! I don't think this suits me does it" sighed Jean as they surveyed her body in the mirror.

"No. Definitely not. You don't have to buy it just because you tried it on. Tell her it is not suitable."

"Can I do that? She won't be pleased."

"Tough. Come on, put your dress back on. We are pushing on."

When they got out of the shop, Susie said, "I'll tell you what you do need. That is a couple of new bras. Your breasts are beautiful, and you are not doing them justice," and she pulled her into a lingerie shop.

The shop was very quiet with more assistants than customers, so Susie walked straight up to the senior manager and said, "My friend wishes to be fitted for new bras. She would like really good uplift, and she has the cleavage that is not being appreciated."

"Great." said the assistant, grabbing a tape measure. "Come into this fitting room, madam."

Jean's breasts had never had so much attention. They were measured, lifted, prodded, squeezed into bras, and popped out of bras, all the time with Susie making silly remarks until none of them could stop giggling. Jean was conscious that Susie had a few feels and squeezes that were not actually part of the fitting, but she really rather liked it and was certainly not going to complain. She felt a funny tingly feeling in her twat that was not something she was used to or knew what it was, but it was rather pleasant.

They ended up choosing four bras, and Susie said, "Right. We will have knickers to match those, please."

Oh, I don't know..." Jean hesitated.

"Imagine that lovely satin against your bum. When that silly cow at Number 17 is burbling on, and you feel like screaming, you can wiggle your arse in your lovely satin knickers and smile secretly to yourself. She will wonder what on earth you are smiling about, and that will make you smile more. Well worth it." The sale was made.

"Now. Shoes. Again, you do not have to buy them. Just have fun trying them on. You won't hurt them, and the assistants are all bored. Look at them."

Sure enough, the assistants in the shoe shop were all standing around with no customers, and when the senior saw them carrying previous purchases, she immediately thought there was a quick sale, so she pushed the juniors aside and rushed to serve them.

.As there were no other customers in the shop, all the staff joined in, and with Susie joking and clowning around, everyone was in fits of laughter. Jean tried to walk in five-inch heels, but as she teetered around the shop, all agreed they would not be a good idea. Every shoe in the shop was presented to Jean for approval, and most of them Jean tried on. Eventually, she settled on two pairs, then as she paid for them, Jean pulled a $50 note out of her wallet and said, "Thank you all so much for your time and effort. Now you have to put all those shoes away. Please buy yourselves something for afternoon tea." This act was completely out of character for Jean, but it showed that for once, she was enjoying herself.

Back to the hotel with their purchases. Jean was momentarily surprised to see their twin beds had morphed into a queen-size double, but she was distracted by the bunch of flowers and the bottle of wine waiting on the table. What she did not know was that this was what Susie had asked the manager to do when she spoke to him on their way out.

"Now,' said Susie "Lay your frock on the bed, and choose which of your new undies you are going to wear, and we will have a quiet wine, I don't know about you, but my feet would like to be put up for a minute. Then we will ring and book a table at the Sapphire Room restaurant."

After dinner, when they returned to their room, Jean was surprised when they opened the door, to find the lights low, the bed invitingly turned down, a bottle of wine with glasses, and the spa was gently steaming. "Oh," she cried "I didn't bring my bathing suit."

Susie laughed and hugged her. "It is your birthday suit that you will be wearing, my dear. Come on. Gets those clothes off and let's get soaking."

Jean tentatively took hold of the hem of her frock and lifted it over her head and showed that while she was a bit chubby, she still had a good figure. Nice tits, a small spare tyre around her middle, and a sexy round bum going on down to nice ankles. Her underwear came off next showing a lovely furry pussy.

Suzie admired Jean's body and was quite vocal about it. Saying, "Oh my God, Jean have you ever tried Sapphic love?"

Jean looked a bit startled and replied, "No, but making love with males is hopeless. They don't know their way about a woman's body and only selfishly think about getting their rocks off. I hate them."

Suzie, lead Jean to the Jacuzzi and helped her into it. She brushed Jean's breast and felt her firm nipples, thinking to herself, I am going to fuck Jean tonight.

Jean sighed as she lowered herself into the warm water. Settling herself down, she became very relaxed, saying aloud, "How much better can the night get?"

Suzie replied, "Just wait till I get you into bed." With that, Suzie leaned forward and kissed Jean sensuously on the lips, as she fondled Jean's breasts, giving Jean sensations she had never felt since she was a girl. Jean gladly returned the feelings by kissing Suzie back.

Getting out of the Jacuzzi, Suzie picked up the fluffy hotel towel and dried Jean off with light, gentle touches. Jean had become rampant by this stage, never having had anyone interested in her body to this extent.

Suzie helped Jean into the soft, warm bed, and when she had settled, Suzie started licking and suckling Jean's nipples. Moving over Jean's body, Suzie rubbed her nipples on Jean's breasts then rubbed her tummy lightly with her fingers moving on down to her woolly mound.

Suzie every so often stretched up and gently kissed Jean's mouth with tongue filled kisses and also nibbling on her ears exciting Jean by the moment. Then Suzie gently pulled Jean's legs apart, (or did they move subconsciously), Suzie started licking Jean's clit and cunt lips. As she did this, two things happened; Jean started lubricating, something she had not done in years, and she couldn't help herself from moaning in pleasure. Suzie found that Jean's juices tasted delicious.

The sensations caused Jean's eyes to flutter open and shut with raw lust and excitement until suddenly, she orgasmed with a loud cry, and she passed out for a short time. When Jean recovered, she found Suzie spooning her with a hand on each breast. Suzie put her fingers back on Jean's clit and gently started rubbing again. Within minutes Jean orgasmed violently again and whimpered, "Oh God, I have never felt that before in my life," then fell asleep.

During the following day, Suzie drove Jean around Auckland, visited the usual tourist sites, had lunch with wine at a swanky lunch bar, arriving back at their hotel at 5.30 pm, this time it was early room-service in their room.

When they returned to their room to get dressed for the show, they were bubbling with excitement and completely relaxed together. They both stripped off their day clothes and danced naked around the room. They lay their evening clothes on the bed and slipped into the shower together. Suzie found the very expensive body wash that they had chosen earlier, and they both soaped and washed the other till the lovely perfume was all through the room. They dried each other off and found the matching body lotion to massage each other's arms, shoulders, knees, and thighs.

Suzie grabbed Jean's knickers and held them out for her to step into, having a surreptitious pat on Jean's mound as she did so. Jean was well into the swing by now, so she grabbed Suzie's knickers and helped her into hers, also having a feel as she did so.

Suzie held Jean's bra out and slipped the straps over her shoulders and kissed the back of her neck as she did up the hooks. Then she lent around the front and gently pulled each breast properly into the bra cup and settled them in. Jean followed suit for Suzie, and they quietly held each other and luxuriated in the friendship, the perfume, and the excitement

Time was ticking on, so they slipped into their dresses and shoes, checked they had the tickets and walked out the door.

They caught a taxi to the show and were there in good time to be ushered into the very best seats. Just before the first curtain, Susie handed a pair of glasses to Jean. "These are night-vision goggles. The dancing and makeup of this show is its major attraction, but it is done in a very dark setting, so it is sometimes hard to appreciate. Just put the glasses on till you can see what is happening, then take them off again to stay in the atmosphere."

As the show went on, Jean felt Susie's hand stroking her leg and a whisper in her ear, "Wriggle your bum and smile." Jean laughed loudly, and when the people in front looked startled, she pretended to cough, but her smile split her face.

When they returned from the show, they lay in the jacuzzi, sipping wine and discussing the show. Jean was so relaxed she automatically responded to Susie gently stroking and fondling her breast. When she was completely relaxed, Susie quietly eased her out of the spa, wrapped her in a towel and led her to the bed. They slipped quietly in and cuddled. Jean commented that Suzie had not come the previous night. Suzie held Jean's hands and looked into her eyes seeing Jean's lust returning, saying, "You make me come first, then I will give you a better night than last night" This they did until, exhausted, they both fell into a deep sleep.

Again they called on room service for breakfast, and as they were eating, Jean stood up to make a bold statement. "Another day is dawning. I am going to lose weight. I don't want those commercial diet programs with some patronizing young thing in lycra "encouraging" me. I will eat less, particularly morning tea, and will exercise more. I will not join a gym. I will do push-ups and things in my own home and will walk around the block every day. I will keep that image of me in that frock in my mind. I looked like an elephant in a tutu. When I am thinner, I will ask you to take me shopping again, and I will buy skinny clothes. Maybe I can join the Townsville Service Club and do volunteer work."

"Way to go Girl! You can do this. I have a group of friendly, active sexy women. I would like you to meet, and we can all work on this together. Onward and upward. Now we had better get ourselves signed out and homeward bound."

When they got back to the complex, Susie helped Jean into her unit with all her purchases. They waved to the neighbors and called a cheerful Ki Ora. (Greeting). Susie gave Jean a big hug and a kiss on the lips and said, "Remember. Wriggle your bum and smile."

A few weeks later, a much slimmer Jean saw Dave in the street. She ran up to him and grabbed his hand. He didn't recognize her at first, but she said, "Dave, I wish to apologise sincerely for how I acted when you took me out to dinner. I was shy, embarrassed, and didn't know how to act. You were a perfect gentleman, and I was an absolute bitch. Please forgive me, and I am donating large to the project."

"Actually, I do understand. It was a bit too much for us both, but we have learned by it. Friends? You bet"

"Yes, please." And they both went their separate ways.

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Stephanie and Lyle.

Stephanie was feeling restless. She did not know if this was Spring Fever, but it was not even springtime. It was early summer. She felt that she needed something but could not settle her mind on what it was. Knowing that she needed something made her restless.

Stephanie had seen 59 summers, and when she looked at herself in the mirror, she was very proud of her figure with her clothes on, thinking to herself that she looked even better with them off. Her hair was still almost black with a little grey and her tits a very nice B cup. Her weight being about 63 kg and height 168 cm. Altogether a nice package. Thinking of herself again, why had she not met the right man to thrill her the way they used to when she was in her early twenties. Stephanie had been on her own since her husband died from a heart attack six years previous. She felt lonely living in this lovely gated settlement where most of the residents were in the same boat.

Then as she was musing, she thought of the other ladies that were getting around the compound with a smile on their faces and all giggly. "That's it," she thought, "I will go and see Dame Judy. She is the key to the 'Pleasures of Townsville.' Why did I not think of her before."

Stephanie contacted Dame Judy on her mobile and arranged a meeting for coffee the next morning, (Tuesday,) at 10.30 am, to discuss her problems and this restless feeling she had.

Dame Judy met her at her front door with a cheery "Good Morning, come into my lounge, coffee is ready. Sorry, the cakes this morning are bought biscuits."

She asked Stephanie to sit down and tell about her requests and asked if she had a bucket list. Stephanie started by saying she felt lonely, needing something to buck herself up and asked why no men were offering themselves to her.

Dame Judy simply asked, "What are you doing about finding a solution to your perceived problems? It's no good sitting around here waiting in this community where most of the people here are widows like yourself. Have you heard about the Townsville Service Club and their Project?"

Stephanie answered, "No. Please tell me about it."

Dame Judy went on to fill Stephanie in about the project and how it worked, and how they supplied partners and escorts to various events to raise funds for the Cancer Clinic.

She then asked, "What do you have in your bucket list? We may be able to fill it for you."

Stephanie stated that she would like to go up to Auckland to the Ellerslie Flower Show and the Ellerslie Races to see the Auckland Cup. But of course, a woman cannot go on her own, especially as it is a long drive from here and she would need a partner to do that.

Dame Judy smiled and said, "I will contact Jamie, the President of the Service Club. I think I can fix this up easily. How long do you want to be away?"

Stephanie straightened herself up and surmised, "About three nights, but I do not want any old man to take me. I must meet up with the escort first to see if he is acceptable. I have my standards, you know."

"Oh, that can be arranged. Would a meeting for dinner be Ok? Give me a call next week." Dame Judy was a little bit miffed at Stephenie's attitude.

Dame Judy called up Jamie for a meeting of the committee. She met them on a Thursday afternoon, and it happened to be happy hour for the guys, so she sat with them and had a glass or two of wine, and the conversation flowed.

Dame Judy started a conversation by stating, "I have a bit of a difficult job this time to match up this lady, but she wants to go to the Ellerslie Flower Show and the Auckland cup."

"That's not difficult," said Ted, one of the members of the committee.

"It is if you know the lady who wishes to use our services," replied Dame Judy.

"Who is the woman?" asked Ted.

"Stephanie," replied Dame Judy. "She has a high opinion of herself. She needs someone who has status in the community and has lots of money. He must know about racing, also having a classy car, and has time from Wednesday through to Sunday to attend to her ladyship."