The Gift

Sam’s body slips down within the shower until at last she is seated upon the formed bench. Her legs part, allowing the shower’s jets access, but her mind tells her it’s not the shower. Jason is stroking her pussy, and she squirms under his touch. ‘More,,, Please’ Sam begs,,, ‘More’. Slowly her legs close capturing Jason’s strong yet tender hand. He doesn’t stop though as his fingers rub hotly up and down. The pleasure continues to build as Sam realizes Jason’s fingers have parted her lips. She can feel the ridge of a finger joint as it drags hotly up against her clit and her legs try to spasm open. Jason though is holding them closed teasing her as she had teased him,,, without mercy. Fireworks seem to explode in Sam’s mind and her eyes snap open. There mere inches from her mouth is Jason’s hard cock. She knows what he wants. Bill had wanted this, but it always seemed disgusting to her. Another wave of fireworks explodes and Sam’s hands reach out,,, anything,,, anything he wants, her mind tells her. Then it’s Bill again. Sam knows it him, as it’s his voice, which rockets into her mind "Morning sweetie. Going to be long????" The words echo in Sam’s dream, until at last her eyes flutter open.

Guilt, orgasmic bliss, shame, and pleasure, intermingle as Sam’s mind grasps what has occurred. Her body aches, and she realizes a solitary finger is buried deep within her pulsating pussy. Slowly, she slips the finger free. Agonizing mentally over the pleasure this small act brings. Then she stands and snaps off the shower. For a moment she hangs her head in shame then steps forth. Her body still aches; more now than before and she ignores the towel beside her. Instead she grabs her robe, slips it over her dripping body, and then heads away. Away from Bill, and onto the deck. She just can’t face him,,, yet.

Slipping once again back into the lounger Sam drops her head into her palms. She spreads her fingers then glides them to the sides and through the long tresses of her hair. Her face follows the motion backwards until at last the morning sun seems to beat directly through her closed eyes, stoking the fires of her imagination.

"Morning Mrs. Carpenter" she hears. But she knows the voice. It’s Jason again. Back it seems to continue where he left off in the shower, but Sam fights the urge.

‘No!!’ She shouts out. Then realizes it must be her closed eyes, somehow they feed those thoughts. As her eyes open Jason comes into view. His young, hard bodied, tanned form advancing towards her.

"Are you alright Mrs. Carpenter" he asks with a tone of genuine concern. For a moment Sam blinks trying to wash away this apparition then suddenly she realizes it is actually him.

"Oh Jason,,, sorry yes I’m fine" Sam responds.

"That’s good" Jason continues,,, "I’m really sorry about yesterday too. I guess I screwed up just about everywhere".

Although his words seemed to hold a certain truth about them Sam noticed something else. His eyes were ablaze with the indomitable lust of youth. Once again she had the impression he was devouring her with his eyes. Only today he also sported a smile of satisfaction. Swinging her legs off the lounger Sam began

"I,,, I have to go". But even as she said this she saw Jason’s eyes balloon. Instantly Sam looked down and saw her robe had parted almost to her hips. The top portion had stayed in place mostly because of her wet skin but it also served to accent each curve and hollow.

"I",,, Sam started again, then thought better of it and ran into the house.

It took a few minutes for Sam to calm down after she re-entered the house before she braved peeking out beyond the patio curtain. There merrily working away was Jason. His step seemed to have an airy sort of bounce to it, and all the while he whistled a tune, which was very light and merry. For some inexplicable reason, it was reminiscent of a cat who’d caught his first mouse. Still though she watched. She watched the rippling effect of his muscles, as his strong youthful arms skimmed the surface of the pool. Suddenly Bill’s arms wrapped about his wife and he placed a kiss upon Sam’s bare neck. The sudden unexpected contact caused her to scream out signaling her surprise. Then as her head turned to discover the source of those hands so too did the head of Jason. His whistling had stopped and he was now starring at the curtain from which moments before Sam had stared at him.

Behind that curtain Sam’s husband said "Good Morning sweetie,,, you’d best be careful never know how much he can see from there". He then patted his wife’s sexy bottom and headed off to the kitchen. For a moment Sam watched him move away, then briefly turned to regard the curtain. Indeed it was a sheer, fine mesh, affair and through it she could clearly see Jason just standing there. He seemed to be staring blankly at the curtain, like some kind of lifelike granite figurine. She had already given him an eyeful this morning and now feared if he could see her starring back, he’d get the wrong idea. Quickly Sam readjusted her robe then headed off towards the kitchen and Bill.

When at last Sam entered the kitchen Bill was already drinking his coffee and adjusting his tie. He stopped for a moment to lean in and kiss his wife. Then told her how sorry he was for ruining her plans. As if that were not enough Bill then said he was glad she wasn’t mad at him for coming home so late, and hoped she’d save him some more for later. Once again he kissed her, caressed one of the sexy breasts, then practically skipped off to the office. What had gotten into him? He was happy, playful, and not in the least bit upset that she was gawking at the pool-boy. What had he meant when he asked her to save him some more for later. Sam just didn’t understand it, and thus it was that she again called Karen.

Today Karen had been expecting the call from her friend. She was in fact waiting for it, and thus when the phone rang she picked it up before the first ring finished.

"Hi Sam" Karen said without so much as even a preliminary hello. "Let me guess you need to see me again".

"Karen", Sam said replied a bit shocked. "Yes,,, but how did you know?"

"Oh,,, Lets just say it was a hunch shall we" Karen offered as way of explanation. "I’m on my way and we’ll discus it when I get there. Just make sure you’re ready. We’re going shopping."

As Sam hung up the phone, she asked herself,,, ‘What’s with everybody today?’ They all seemed in such a great mood, and even though she only had a few words with Karen it was as though she’d known before hand what had happened.

When Karen finally arrived Sam confirmed her earlier opinion. She was indeed in a great mood, in fact her eyes seemed to sparkle. Today she wore a much more revealing dress, and it appeared she had forgotten to put on her bra. Sam could clearly see her nipples standing out against the light cream-colored material.

"My God Karen!!" Sam began as she first laid eyes upon her friend. "That dress is almost obscene".

"What’s wrong with it?" Karen asked while doing a little spin and looking down.

"Well,,, you’re not wearing a bra, for starters" Sam continued. "And I can see through it in the sun".

"Can you?" Karen replied looking down again in mocked shock. When her head came back up though she had a big smile and said "Good! That’s perfect, and besides I am wearing a bra,,, see." Karen immediately pulled one of the lapels back to reveal a white extremely shear bra which truly hid nothing, and provided perhaps at best a minimum of support.

"What?" Came Sam’s incredulous response. "My God Karen men will be able to see!." Even though her mind had said the words Sam still found her eyes were glued to the lace-covered breast. She could plainly see everything and yet the white lace made it seem amazingly erotic.

"I know Sam" came Karen’s response. "Today I am going to show you why it is important to dress sexy, and allow men to imagine they see more than they can. You’ll see how not only do you attract and keep their attention but it also makes your body more keenly aware. Once you finally give in to the man’s advances,,, In your case Bill,,, then you’ll find the excitement has already begun in your own body,,,, and baby it’s heaven from there..."

Samantha could not believe she was going through with this, but here she was in the mega-mall shopping for something. Truth was Sam didn’t really understand what Karen was proposing, but it seemed almost as though she wanted her to look slutty so that Bill wouldn’t be able to help himself. That didn’t really make sense though,,, after all Bill married Sam for her own qualities and to even play at being a slut,,, well how would that interest him? She was desperate though and if Karen thought it had a chance, then the least she could do was give it a try.

At first Karen took her to a lovely little boutique where they searched out a ‘suitable’ bra and panty set. Sam had tried on several to her own taste, but they just didn’t have the certain appeal Karen seemed to be looking for.

After about the fourth pair Karen knocked on the change room door and said "Here Sam, try this", then passed the garment over the door. As Sam took the garments she noted it was an extremely sheer black lace set, much like Karen’s white bra she had seen earlier. She really didn’t know about this though, after all if she ‘stood out’ like Karen she would definitely feel uncomfortable. Perhaps though it was Karen’s,,, ummmm,,, body style which made the difference, so with that in mind Sam tried the bra on.

As she put the bra on, she noted in the mirror, how it squeezed her breasts together and up, seemingly offering them as a sort of dish to eat. Something was wrong with that though, and so Sam took it off again. She examined the garment and found it was in fact 1 size too small, so she call her friend over.

"Karen this one’s the wrong size Sam advised as she reached back over the door, I need a larger one.

"Nonsense" Karen replied. "Put it on, and let me see".

Seemed silly really for Sam, she knew what size she should wear, but Karen always had a stubborn streak and so she did as she was told. As she opened the door to show her Karen she found her friend was waiting. Immediately Karen stepped inside the small change room and closed the door.

"Hmm" she said as her eyes feasted on the her friends body. "Not bad,,, not bad at all".

Karen then reached out with both hands, surprising Sam in the process. One hand cupped the exposed swell of Sam’s left breast, while the other pulled the bra line away. Sam felt as her friend softly squeezed then shifted her breast ever so slightly, but more than that felt how her nipple scrapped along the lace material.

"There that’s better" Karen said, and for a moment Sam was quiet.

She could feel how her nipples had become hard from just that minor stimulation yet her friend had not intended it. Sam then looked at herself in the mirror and remarked "Isn’t it a bit,,, ummmm ,,, you know"... But to emphasize her point Sam brought both hands up in a cupping fashion and bounced them in the air in front of her chest.

Karen smiled and said "No! This is exactly what we wanted. Look" she said placing one of her manicured nails at the top of the crevice formed by Sam’s breasts. "See here"; tapping the spot for emphasis; "This drives men nuts. They see this deep valley" she continued; again emphasizing her point, this time by sliding that nail along the valley: "And they just can’t concentrate". Now Karen slides her hand away before continuing. "When your nipples become hard they push out, against the soft material, but the pattern of the lace, if you adjust it right, hides any true sign of the aureola. Men will see the bump it makes while pushing against the material and imagine they see your nipples. It will simply drive them crazy girl... And if your man is crazy about what he sees,,, well it’s a very short step to passion ... Let me assure you".

Sam smiled at this, for that very short step to passion, was exactly what she wanted. It sort of bothered her though having Karen touch her so intimately. She had experienced an odd tingling of excitement when Karen’s fingernail had dragged down the vee between her breasts, and even now her nipples were hard and aching. She tried to play it over again in her mind, but her thoughts were confused. It was all just helping,,, wasn’t it? It must have been. It simply must be her over sensitized mind and body, longing for release, which had put that fleeting doubt in there anyway. In the end though it was Karen excusing herself so Sam could put the panties on, that reassured her.

Now as Sam removed her panties, her nose detected the faint odor of excitement. ‘Oh No! not now’ Sam pleaded within her own mind, but then perhaps as a confirmation she reached down with one hand. The moment her fingers touched the already damp lips, Sam closed her eyes. Her body craved sex and craved it now. She could feel how the lips had started to part with the tiny pressure of her fingers. Felt how her body began to surrender. She was just about to slip a finger inside when Karen knocked,,,

"Well,,, How do they look?"

Quickly Sam pulled her hand free and called back,,, "Sheer".

Karen upon hearing this called out "Great. We’ll take them."

After purchasing the sheer under garments, Karen and Sam began exploring the other shops in search of the perfect outfit. For some reason unclear to Sam, Karen kept choosing very provocative outfits, all of which Sam tried on at the behest and encouragement of her friend. She had never worn anything like these though, and as she tried on the first she immediately rejected it as too slutty. Karen though knew this would be the case for Sam had habitually hidden her form behind loose fitting or dull attire. She knew it would take a whole lot of these "slutty" outfits to finally get Sam to agree on one a bit more refined yet still tantalizing enough to turn heads. Thus it was that the ladies spent the whole day going from store to store trying on the most outrageous fashions Karen could find. When at last Karen felt Sam was "ready" she then took her to a modern businesswoman’s shop. Here the fashions ranged from classical business dress to the more refined evening wear. Almost immediately Sam felt more comfortable as she knew, businesswomen did not dress "slutty". Sure enough the choices were more to her liking, and thus when Karen handed Sam one of the business suits she knew she’d like it.

As Sam donned the business suit it became apparent that she would also require a blouse with this, as the neckline would plunge below her bra. The one she wore today was not truly suitable but at least she figured Karen would get the idea. Putting her blouse back on Sam then retried the jacket. All in all Sam liked it, but knew the correct blouse would be required. Next Sam tried on the skirt but as her first leg slipped into the opening she realized something was wrong.

"Karen" Sam spoke through the change room door. "Someone has vandalized this skirt, can you get me another."

"Just put on the one you have Sam, If it’s really bad we’ll get the saleslady to give us another later I just want to get an idea if this look will suit you."

"But it is really bad." Sam responded. "Someone has cut the skirt to ribbons."

"Oh" chuckled Karen. "No Sam. That’s how it’s designed. Put it on and show me ok"

As she put the skirt on and examined herself in the mirror Sam suddenly realized that although it was considerably more revealing than she was used to it did have a certain, “style" about it. In fact the outfit was definitely pleasing so long as she did not move. The trouble though was Sam was no statue and each movement she made in an outfit like this was bound to attract attention. First there was the jacket, and as suspected the lapels did plunge about 3 or 4 inches below her bra before closing. It also sported only a single button which meant if she twisted sideways one lapel would open further; not a very stylish trait in her opinion. As for the skirt well it had appeared to be right up her alley, however instead of being an ankle length pleated style it was in fact pleated only to mid thigh. After that every second pleat was open, and thus if she moved her legs they would flash in and out of view from all angles. Only if Sam were to stand perfectly still would the skirt return to it’s full pleated appearance.

Once again Sam dutifully came out of the dressing room to show her friend. Karen upon seeing the outfit smiled, but then immediately frowned at the constant demure styling of her friend.

"No Sam,,, you’re not supposed to wear a blouse with this".

Looking down all Sam managed was "But",,,

Karen cut her off though,,, "Go on. Remove it." Then emphasized her point with a casual wave of her hand.

Sam had become used to this by now, and so without another word she turned and entered the dressing room again. This time as she removed the blouse and replaced the jacket she shook her head... this just wouldn’t do, it looked terrible. Suddenly the dressing room door opened and Karen stood looking ,,,

"Well are you going to take all day,,, let see. Ohh!!", she said frowning "I see your point,, Wait a minute", she continued, then reached into the bag she was carrying. "Here put your new bra on"

Once again Sam donned the new bra, then covered it with the suit jacket. The deep vee offered an appealing sight while the black lace offered a surprising combination of modesty, and sexuality. She was still not too sure about this though, but perhaps at home alone with Bill it would be ok.

Slowly Sam exited the dressing room and awaited Karen’s opinion. Immediately Karen smiled from ear to ear and said "Very nice,,, Very nice indeed."

Sam now smiled too, for it was the first outfit the two even came close to agreeing upon and Sam had to admit it did have a sexual appeal to it. Looking back at Karen, Sam smiled again, then did a bit of a turn for her friend. It was during this turn that she saw a cute young police officer walk past the stores front window. She had seen him walk past, but a fraction of a second later he had taken a few steps backwards and reappeared. It seemed as though he had stopped at her movement and looked not once but twice.

"Cute eh Sam" came the taunting words from her friend.

"Umm yeah he is" came her automatic reply.

Karen immediately broke out laughing for it was only then that she saw the policeman as she had been referring to the dress. Sam turned at the unexpected sound, and saw Karen’s eyes alight with mirth, yet as their eyes met Karen chided "I was talking about the dress Sam,,, but where were you?"

Sam immediately blushed at her faux pas, and then the two ladies broke out in hysterical laughter. When at last the two ladies regained their composure Karen returned to the topic at hand. "So what do you think",,, then after a short pause she added ,,, "about the dress"

Once again her eyes were alight with a happy teasing quality and Sam too felt it. She turned to again look at herself in the full-length mirror and saw not only herself, but also the young police officer still looking in the window. "Well it is nice" Sam offered, yet she had not truly paid attention to her looks.

"Damn straight it’s nice" Karen piped in. "Only thing missing is a good pair of high fashion stockings, and some sexy high heels".

Hearing her friends voice Sam concentrated on her own image in the mirror then briefly shook her hips causing the skirt to flick back and forth. This definitely would shock her husband she thought. It was nothing like her. She then ceased her movements and allowed the skirt to fall back into it’s pleated appearance. It was in fact a wonderful design, and Sam had to admit it did make her look sexy. Turning back to her friend Sam said ,,, "You know I do like it" to which Karen smiled for she knew had she started with this dress Sam would have outright rejected it.