Saturday, February 16, 2013

The Sweeter Side of Lemon

The 3rd installment to my my Oasis Stops series is out.

Oasis Stops: The Sweeter Side of Lemon.  

Find out what Dorothy is up to in beautiful Montego Bay, Jamaica.  Will she find the same pleasures amongst the native women of Jamaica? Or will she return to her traditional lifestyle.

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

The Long Delay


Our flight to Jamaica was delayed, so by the time the third delay was announced, my makeup needed refreshing, and I was bored. Four more hours in this airport; damn those Canadian cold fronts. I decided to let off some steam by working out in the world-class fitness center in the Premier Lounge. I retrieved my carry-on from the Lounge’s host and left David in the business center rifling through a mound of paperwork. He barely looked up when I told him I was going to check out the gym.

Dressed in shorts and a white cotton tank, I put on my headphones and jumped on the treadmill, enjoying the solitude of the modestly equipped airport facility. I let the bellowing sound of Katy Perry’s “Fireworks” fueled my run, although it was my anger at David that still boiled. When the machine slowed to a jog, I was surprised that forty-five minutes had elapsed so quickly, and three other women were working out.

I grabbed my towel and headed for the shower. I was disappointed at how small the shower area was, and that it was not equipped with any private stalls. Tossing my sweat-drenched garments aside, I turned on the first shower tap in the tiny row of three shower heads. The water was surprisingly warm and invigorating; for the moment, I relaxed as beads of water danced over my naked body.

I grew tired of the shower and was preparing to shut the water off when two of the women entered the changed room. They quickly disrobed and prepared to enter the two empty showers. The taller of the two entered first, brushing my ass as she passed. “Excuse me, hon,” she said, reaching to turn on the tap. “They certainly did not make these with much room!”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s pretty cramped, but it serves its purpose,” I replied.

She was quite tall and stunning, her naked body perfectly proportioned to her height. It was obvious she worked out regularly. She smiled broadly through the water streaming over her pretty face.
When the other woman passed me, she moved a lot more slowly, taking extra precaution to avoid bumping into me.

“You are right. We always seem to get stuck in Miami, so I’m grateful for the lounge. Right, Mia?” When she turned toward her companion, her long black hair whipped across my breast, tingling my nipples. Unaware of the sensation she had created, the woman chatted with her friend, intermittently tossing a glance my way.

Mia poured a thick pearl body wash between her full breasts and rubbed it over her stomach, slipping her bare hands over her shaved pussy. I was struck by the delicacy with which she lathered her body. She arched her back and twisted her waist, rubbing the creamy soapy liquid over her round ass.
As she bent over to spread the soapy liquid along her legs, the tall woman reached over and began to wash Mia’s ass. “Here, you missed a spot.”

Mia giggled and shook her ass teasingly against her friend's hands. The tall woman’s long fingers glided over Mia’s firm butt, occasionally darting between her cheeks and along her exposed pussy, causing the young woman’s body to quake.

Mia stood up and turn to face her friend with a flirty smile. “Having fun?” she asked.

“Always. Now it’s my turn.” Taking the body wash from her friend, she poured the liquid all over Mia’s hands.

“Turn around, then.”

The tall woman turned around, whipping her head of glossy black locks seductively, and bent slowly from the waist, positioned her ass towards her friend, and smiled at me. She did not seem to mind having an audience. “Don’t mind us, sweetie, we’re just having a little fun.”

I wasn’t sure what to do. I could not take my eyes off the two women toying with each other. Mia, lathering the soap all over her friend’s ass, raised her hand and smacked her tight butt. She raised her hand a second time, smacking her a little harder. The tall woman stumbled forward. She grabbed a hold of my legs trying to steady herself, her face thrust dangerously close to my snatch.

Mia laughed. Moving forward, she slapped her friend’s ass again, this time sending the both of us crashing into the cool, wet shower wall.

Unable to stay on my feet, we both slid to the floor, her head between my legs and her body outstretched on the wet floor, as the water beat down on her naked body. She raised her face from my lap and looked at my face. I smiled nervously at her. It was all she needed.

She accepted my smile as if it were a green light. With her two hands, she spread my legs and dove hungrily at my pussy. Her mouth was hotter than the water rushing down on us. Her mouth was on my pussy, her tongue exploring me, circling inside and outside my pussy.

I look over her outstretched body and watched as Mia positioned herself on her back, sliding between the woman’s legs. With both hands, she raised the woman’s hips off the floor and lowered her pussy on her mouth. Welcoming Mia’s tongue, the woman lifted her hips and moved into a squatting position to give her friend easier access. On her knees, she bounced her pussy smoothly over her friend’s face.

Pulling my knees up, I reached down and began to massage the back of the woman’s head, grabbing her wet hair . I raised my ass up to meet her wet mouth as she sucked my clit and pushed her face hard into my hot mound. Drenched with the excitement of having a beautiful stranger sucking my pussy and the thought of someone walking in on us, Miss Kitty pulsed and grew hungrier. My hips moved faster, and the stranger’s tongue became harder, taunting my greedy kitty.

Spurred by Miss Kitty’s desire, I thrust my hips greedily at the stranger's hungry mouth. Her tongue waltzed with my pussy, flicking my clit back and forth, darting inside and out.





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Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Shades of Breeze


Hi everyone;
My second book is out.  The second series of Oasis Stops.
Here is a free exert for you to enjoy.

Saying Good Bye

… When the waiter finally left I resumed our conversation. “What were you saying?” I asked before we started on our meal. Looking up from her plate she smiled wickedly across the table and reached down to remove her shoe.

     With her tanned French manicured toes she flexed her foot and reached between my legs, underneath the table. Surprised, I had my answer. I opened my legs welcoming her exploration.

     “Does this answer your question?” She asked whilst pressing her big toe firmly against my pussy. I shuddered and clutched my thighs around her foot driving it harder against my bud. I gripped the edge of my seat and spread my legs letting her foot roam freely over my kitty. Laura moved her foot on my fleshy mound and slipped her toes inside my panties. I let out an unexpected gasp as her toes glided easily in my juice...

     She remained composed as her big toe danced rhythmically in and out of my pussy all the while; her eyes were transfixed upon my face. I open my legs wider giving easy access; I wanted her to burrow deeper into my hot wet twat.

     I raised my hips off the seat and thrust against her darting toes. I’d wanted her for so long my pussy ached with each and every one of her touches. I wanted her to fuck me any way she wanted. I reached down between my legs and spread my pussy lips giving way to Laura’s stiff toes.

     I grabbed her foot and ground down on it sending her big toe further into my pussy… Her foot was wet with my juice. Laura was sliding quickly back and forth in her seat with each lunge under the table into my pussy. Her blonde locks bounced wildly over her erect nipples. The sight of her firm tits bouncing drove me wild. I reached down snatched off my shoe booty. I was taller than Laura so I had no trouble finding my way to her shaved pussy—I’ve never been toe fucked before but I was a quick learner.

     I moved her panties aside and drove my foot at the smooth fluffy mound… I could hardly contain myself. I thrust so hard at her hot pussy that I almost knocked the striking blonde to the back of the booth! With my knee slightly bent and my foot planted firmly at the edge of her seat, I twirled my toes against her clit as she moved her hips instinctively. 

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Saturday, January 19, 2013

The Move - uncensored.


The night was hot and muggy and the crowd was getting louder in the pool. "Hey, follow me." Springing up from the lounger I felt light headed. Gathering my bearings I followed her to the pool house. Inside the large airy room was cool. Kim went over the white dresser and opened the top drawer. She began to rifle through it. "Here" she tossed the red suit at me. I think we are about the same size." I wish. I don't have tits like hers. For a white girl she had ass. That I would say we have in common but I still had her beat.

"Where can I change?" Looking around the room there was clothes tossed all over the blue and white couch and side chair.
"Bathroom down the hall this way." We entered a bathroom the size of my room at home. "Go ahead." Walking over to the toilet she started to wiggle out of her daisy dukes and panties. Her snatched was waxed and tanned with the most perfect landing strip. Kim’s neatly manicured pubic hair was just a shade lighter than her red hair. Before I know it she was on the toilet taking a piss. 

"What are you waiting for? Try it on." What the hell it's no different from gym class in high school right. I slipped out of my skirt and panties and pulled on the tiny bikini bottom. I looked up to see if she was watching me like how I was watching her. Kim was back in her suit transfixed at the large mirror putting up her curly red mane in a ponytail.

Pulling my top over my head I removed my bra and changed into the tiny top. Struggling to tie the strings Kim came to my rescue. "Here let me do that for you."  With my back to her she gathered the strings and tied them.   The snugness of the top pushed my tits together. “Turn around let me see…perfect. Let’s get wet.”

Trailing behind Kim I watched as her ass bounced in the small bottom I wondered if my ass looked as good. Outside the air was thick with hazy. I walked to the shallow end of the pool taking notice of the approving stares. I took my time getting into the water enjoying the attention. I noticed a few girls looking away when I caught them staring.

Entering the cool water I felt refreshed. After adjusting to the temperature of the water I swam over to where Kim was talking to a blonde girl wearing a black polka dot suit. “Candice, Dorothy, Dorothy Candice.” Candice was a sophomore.  Before I had a chance to say anything the bartender was handing Kim and Candice a drink.

“What can I get you…ah…Dorothy.” He struggled to remember my name. “Same tits…I mean same thing?” We all cracked up.

“Sure.” Once he returned with my drink the three of us joined the others playing Marco Polo. Gina decided to add a twist to the game blindfolding everyone. Once you were caught you had to leave the pool. I've never enjoyed being in a pool as much as I did. I wasn't sure if it was the water, the drinks or the unexpected touches on my breast and ass that I was enjoying the most.

By the time I was caught I was fingered three times. The surprising touches left me feeling faint and horny. Uncertain if it was a girl or guy I waited to see if anyone would fess up. No one did.

It was getting late and a little chilly now. Most of the guest went inside the house. I got a try from the bar and entered the pool where a few people still lingered. Enjoying the music and my drink I signal the bartender for another and another. By the time I finished the fourth drink I could no longer feel the water around me. The pool was spinning. There was smoke rising at the other end of the pool. "You ok?" I felt Kim's breathe on my face. She was swimming awful close. Our chest touched.
"Yes I'm fine."

"Well you don't look fine." She tried to steady herself holding on to me.

"No I'm OK." Her legs curled around mine.

I could not find the bottom of the pool and started to panic. I grab on to Kim trying to find my balance and the pool floor. She felt so soft and warm.
"No you're not. Let’s get you out." I felt another arm helping me out of the pool. I had no idea who it was.

"Let’s take her in the pool house where she can lay down."

"Girls I'm ok." I protested. It was too late I was being helped to the pool house. Sandwiched between the two girls I wrapped my arms around their small waist. Once inside I was placed on the bed. The room started to spin when I tried to sit up.  I laid back down barely able to make out what they were talking about.

From what I could make out they were wondering if I had taken any pills or smoked any weed. Kim assured the other girl that I didn’t because she was with me for most of the night. They both concluded that I was drunk.  I’ve never been drunk before. So this is what drunkenness felt like. I sat up holding on to Kim. Unsure how long I was laying there I felt a little better.

The girl with the blue top was stroking my shoulder and smiling down on me “It's ok.” She asked Kim "How much did she have to drink?" Kim was unable to answer her probing question. The stroke of her fingers on my shoulder felt comforting. Her tanned legs sparkled from the pool water and I could glimpse the softness of her pussy printed out on her thin bathing suit bottom.

Shivering she pulled me close to her again reassuring me that I will be ok. For the first time I felt aroused being touched by a girl. I felt Miss Kitty purred and I wanted to be touched in my very warm spot. I wrapped my arms around her and pressed my face against her legs. She did not resist. Her body buckled faintly. I moved my hands ever so slightly over her tight ass. Her hands stroke my bare back rhythmically. The heat from her touches travelled right down my spine to my ass.

She adjusted her hips nestling her soft pussy against my face. Her hips began to move to the same rhythm as her hands. Tilting my head up she spread her legs and push her pussy against my mouth. I’ve never gone down on a girl. Sticking tongue out I ran it over the fabric finding her clit as her body jerked. 

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Monday, January 14, 2013

The Visitor



....“My story is not as interesting as yours." Michelle said. "My mother was a model in Ireland so I grew up in the business.” By  the time she was fifteen she have traveled Europe several times with her mother. She started modelling when she was eleven at the objection of her mother. Apparently her mother’s agent thought Michelle could be better than her mom. 

Despite her mother's protest Michelle's career took off. Her career would come to a quick halt at seventeen when her mother passed away from a drug overdose. “I hated everything about the fashion industry… so I turned to art.” She crinkled her nose and finished her story “Now I want to give designing a try”

“Wow that’s heavyI’m so sorry.” Her mother must have been beautiful because Michelle is drop dead gorgeous. No wonder she picked up on my booty strut in the sun room. Now I’m embarrassed. “Hey lets go to my studio.” I wanted to show her where all the magic happens. I didn't mind the mess so much now. As an artist Michelle will understand.

I opened the double doors to my studio and right away we were hit with the luxurious fragrance of leather and essential oils. The large room was lined with glass shelves along the walls displaying samples of my designs for the past three years. Under the window was a cozy corner where I sketched. The centre piece of the sketch area was the overstuffed red leather couch that was nestled five feet away from the window. A distance that provided a gorgeous view of the mountains. 

The white chaise lounge next to the couch I used for meditation during days of artistic block. The placement also provided a generous view of the room and the exterior of the garden. Most days I basked in the warmth of brilliant sun rays beaming through the large trees. In the far corner of the room is my drafting table and teak desk covered with samples and sketches. Around the corner the small hallway led to the bathroom with a waterfall shower. Across from the hallway was the refreshment area adjacent to the storeroom. 

The studio was isolated from the rest of the house. I often piped music in here through the sound system in the storeroom. Music and the door bell are the only sounds that permeated the room.  I cranked up the stereo when I am in here working. “This is wicked.” I could tell she liked it. 

This was all my idea. I needed a studio that was going to be functional and inviting. It was also a lovely bribe from David for dragging my ass to Omaha.

“Isn't it though.” I beamed. “Here let me refresh your drink.” I wanted to show off the wine cooler in the refreshment area.

“Impressive I must say.” She looked around the room taking in every inch of the space. She narrowed her gaze on the piece of art behind the chaise lounge. “Holy fuck that’s gorgeous.” The piece she was referring to was Divine, a gift from David. 

Divine I would like to think was me. She is erected on a two foot stand and towers over the room. The female life size bronze statue commanded everyone's attention that entered the studio. Her tall frame was draped loosely in a sheer opulent silk sarong . Her form clearly emitted a strong sensual presence. 

With her arms outstretched and shoulders back she offered love. Her legs are slightly parted allowing light from the window to radiate through the perfect diamond shape below her fleshy pus. The smooth metal encapsulated all of her womanly features showing of the definition of her feminine mound. “Is this you?” Michelle walked over to Divine “Can I touch her?” She did not wait for my response. She ran her fingers along the outline of the statue's right leg tracing the curvature of her outer thigh all the way up to her waist. “Did you pose for thisit’s incredible?”

I was just as impressed when it was delivered for my twenty fifth birthday last year. “No it was a birthday present from my husband.” I was taken in by Michelle’s appreciation of the piece. She continued to explore the statue occasionally uttering words of adoration. 

“And no it’s not me.” I watched amused as she ran her fingers over Divine’s breast. I thought nothing strange the way in which Michelle explored the statue. It was very artistic. Her nipples harden clearly aroused by the magnificent Divine. Michelle was not the only one stimulated. The the tiny globes pressed against her dress stirred Miss Kitty. Perhaps it was the room. The temperature inside is kept cooler to maintain the integrity of the natural fibers and essential oils that I work with. I walked away and started to straighten up my desk. If Michelle was having a moment I wanted to give her some privacy.

I glanced back and Michelle was now seated legs curled under her in the red sofa by the window enjoying her wine. The dress pulled up high on her thigh showed off her shapely legs. “You know D you could so model.” D was such a familiar use of my name, usually reserved for close friends and family. There was a slight slur to her speech.

“I’m sure you are probably the only one that thought so…but thank you for that vote of confidence.” I found the catalog of artwork were David ordered Divide from and brought it over to where Michelle was seated. “Take a look at some of his works.”  I sat next to her going through each page, the same way David did the day he brought Divine home. 

Michelle listened intently occasionally asking a question or two. Rifling through the pages at times her arm brushed lightly against my tits causing Miss Kitty to stir.  Each piece in the catalog was photographed beautifully. You could not help but get caught up in the story behind each piece. “More wine?” I noticed her glass was empty.

She rested her hand against mine in protest “No, let me.” With a delicate move she slipped her legs from under her and stood up. She bent over to pick up the glasses off the floor. Her dress barely covering her ass rode up revealing her shaved pussy through white lace thong. Miss Kitty purred with excitement

Stopping briefly by Divide to admire the remarkable artistic creation. “You know D, I think I will order one for my studioshe makes me thinkmakes me want to do something great. You know what I mean?” Yes I knew exactly what she meant. She returned with the filled glasses and handed them both to me. “I think I need to adjust my dress.” Her dress looked fine to me.

I walked over to the window and saw the cutest deer wandering aimlessly by the fence at the side of the house. We stood there for a moment watching the deer grazed on the lower branches of the tree. Standing so close to Michelle I could smell her floral perfume. I couldn't help but sneak a few peaks at her well rounded breast.  

I handed her the glass once she was settled in her seat. Looking at Michelle I was reminded of a taller and younger version of Scarlett Johansson. She was wearing the hell out of that dress.  She must have caught me staring at her. She smiled “You miss modeling?” I didn't know what else to ask.

“I haven't given it up all together. I'm just selective about the jobs I take…plus it pays the bills and I love all the freebies, free trips, free clothes, free fuck.” She stood up and walked over to the window. Free fuck, I mouthed the phrase to myself. 

“What a great view.” she said gazing out the window at the mountains.  I often stood in the same position and thought the same.  “You know with the sun so strong this would make a great spot for sunbathing.” Michelle slowly lowered the zipper at the front her dress a few notches exposing her delicate light skin to the gentle heat. I never thought about that. I've never sunbathe. “You must spend hours at the tanning salon to get that great tone D?” She really must have had too much wine.

“No…it’s all natural.” I motioned my hands proudly over my body pulling up the hem of my dress to reveal even more tanned legs.

“Lucky girl…I spend hours and all I get is burnt…damn my Irish heritage.” She placed her hands over her cleavage running her fingers along the swollen lumps.  “Look at how pale I am. Would you believe last week this time I was sunbathing on a yacht in Costa Rica.” No you could not tell she had gone sunbathing.  “Oh how cute, come see.” 


It wasn't strange to see the occasional animal wandering in and out of the yard. We've come to expect it. “Oh a deer, oh she is cute.” Out of nowhere appeared another deer. The male buck walked over to the other deer getting familiar with her. He began to sniff around her stopping at her ass.  

Shew! Shew!” Michelle tapped on the window startling both animals. The male looked at us angrily ready to pounce. “Shit …get down.” She pulled on my arm and we both fell to the floor avoiding the angry animal. “Shss” She covered her mouth with her hand.  We could hear the animals coming closer.
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Sitting still on the floor for what seems like an eternity both afraid to move. “You think they're gone?” cowering we both slowly raised our heads only to see the buck close to the window. We both fell back to the floor. “Shit”

“I think you pissed him off.” I told her. Michelle was seated between my legs her ass resting against my bare inner thighs. She adjusted her arms and fell on top of me knocking me to the ground.

Her chest pressing against my stomach her voice was raspy “You think so?” she looked at me quite concern that she had pissed off a wild deer.

“Uh uh,” I nodded. I tried to pull myself up on my elbow. With the awkward jerky movement I bumped my forehead against Michelle's chin. “Shit…are you ok?”

“It’s ok.” I could feel her breath against my ear and I wanted to feel more.

“Are you sure?”

“Stop worrying I’m ok.” Her lips brushed my ears and send my heart in a tailspin. “Are you ok?” she whispered as her tongue caressed the outer fold of my ear.

“Uh uh” the words barley left my lips when I felt Michelle’s lips pressed against mine. I opened my mouth and welcomed her hot darting tongue. I melted under her prying tongue. Our chest collided from her urging hands pressed against my back. With our chest molded into one I felt light headed. The firmness of our tits danced against each other. Her hands pressed hard again the back of my head guiding my mouth firmly into hers. I reached behind her and pulled her even closer to me. I found the zipper at the back of her dress. Unsure how far to go I hesitated.

“Go ahead” She coaxed me. I pulled the zipper down and slipped my hands against her bare skin. Like rose pedals the softness of her skin was more than I could ever imagine. Miss Kitty purred in delight.  Pushing me away from her she removed her dress quickly letting the garment fall to her waist. I reached for her delicate pink nipples touching the right one then the left one with trembling fingers.

She tugged expertly at the collar of my dress lowering it off my shoulders. The knit garment fell with ease exposing my bare voluptuous tits. “You are so beautiful…I knew you would be.” She whispered lowering her head as she cupped my breasts in her tiny hands. “Stand up…I want to see all of you.” 

Like an obedience school girl unclad I stood up forgetting about the animals and letting the dress drop to my feet. “Wow, like the statue…magnificent” Michelle reached an arm around my waist guiding my plump ass closer to her. She took turns caressing my ass and then my thigh expertly stroking each curve meticulously. She buried her face between my fold pressing harder and harder against my ass.

I reached behind me for her head and ran my fingers wildly through her thick black curls.   With the slightest of touch her warm tongue licked my tensed ass cheeks.

Her breathing was warm and her voice hoarse. Michelle’s hands stroked the inside of my thighs. I spread my legs wider with each electrifying stroke of her magical fingers. I rocked back and forth on tippy toes sticking my ass out further into her face each time anticipating her tongue. Each time Missy Kitty pulsated. 

She moved her hand slowly over my stomach exploring my navel with her thumb. I gasped excitedly when she cupped my round mound expertly massaging my cunt with sureness.  Never letting go of my ass with the other hand, her fingers danced over my pussy. Each time I wanted them to touch me inside.  The wetness from her soft kisses streamed down my crack into my pussy. The kisses came quicker and wetter. I pulled at the lacy barrier wanting to feel her tongue all over my ass.   

The thought of Michelle's hot tongue sucking my swollen clit made my knees buckled. 

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Thursday, January 10, 2013

The Move 2



Oh Omaha!
With David out of the house at five thirty this morning I decided to get an early start as well. I was really hoping to get 'some' from David this morning.  With his hectic schedule our sex life is almost nonexistent.  I wonder if he realized this is cold country and Miss Kitty is starting to feel neglected. "Don't worry Miss Kitty tonight you will get some attention." I stroked the fleshy mound gingerly her trying to comfort myself.

Lying on my back engulfed by the white rumpled feather duvet I stared at the ceiling and for a moment I was tempted to please her. Shaking off the urge I got up out of the bed and headed for the bathroom. What is David's problem? Look at all this. In front of the  full length mirror in panties and bra only i saw nothing wrong with the reflection. Light brown skin, some may say way too light for someone of African American decent. I am often mistaken for Spanish and during the winter months I was told that I looked Portuguese.

Taking a long glance I examined my reflection – look at all this he has for a wife. I tossed my thick flowing long brown hair to the side and tilted my head. The large hazel eyes gazed back at me. If there was one flaw its my thin lips. I have often thought of injections but never had the courage. i cupped my size thirty four c-cup tits and tilted my ass to get a good view in the mirror. The voluptuousness was much too much ass for these panties. I must say David you are a lucky man. I turned to get a good look at my five foot seven inches side profile. I slipped off my bra and cup my boobs. Still firm and supple After all I'm still young. I will be twenty six on my next birthday. They felt good. I stroke Miss Kitty from the inside of my panties and immediately she purred. Oh David look what you have me doing, and so early in the morning. I Pulled my hands out of the sheer lace cage and I decided to wait for him. Tonight will be our night.

I reached for my blue sweats at the bottom of the closet floor and decided to go for a run. I was never much into running but being out here in Lakewood getting to town to the closet gym was too much of a hassle. By the number of runners on the trail I wasn't the only one that thought so. I've met several ladies whose husbands leave early mornings on the trail. They too have taken up running. I didn't care much for conversation while out there but everyone was so friendly you couldn't help but nod or wave with a big old smile. Many of the ladies on the jogging trail were also new to Lakewood.

Nestled under sloping mountains and caressed by lakes the new subdivision is only occupied by a few residences. Laura our real estate agent lived five houses away. Yet you had to drive to get to her place. With the economic downturn not many buyers are turning up. Most of the residences are here because of the new hotel and convention centre that was just built.  

Laura manages to keep herself busy with the slow real estate market. Most mornings she is out on the trail working out with a few of her clients or as she calls them her Lakewood Pussies. The first time that I heard her say it Evian went spewing through my nose. Laura is as lily white as they come with cascading blonde hair, blue eyes and speaks with a proper Midwest accent. She was crowned Miss Teen Omaha five years earlier and attended church every Sunday morning where her Daddy was the preacher and her mother the first lady. When she used it a second time I choked on my protein bar.

One morning after my run and I headed down the trail to the house. I caught up with one of the ladies from the group broke I decided to find out the story behind Laura's Lakewood Pussies. If I was going to be someone's pussy I would like to know why. “Why does Laura call us her Lakewood Pussies?” Marinda stopped dead in her track and looked at me quizzically. I was puzzled. She burst into hysteria.  Now I was really confused, “What’s so funny?”

“Didn’t you know?” She stops laughing for a moment to go into this elaborate story that all the women in the community are here for one purpose only. “Have you heard of the Stepford Wives?” I nodded. “Well we are Lakewood Pussies and Laura is the Queen Clit.” Something on my face must have told her I was not buying it. “Silly she meant posse as in homies, her girls, not pussies. You just haven’t gotten use to her accent. Feeling silly I was glad that cleared that up.

The morning air was crisp as I rounded the bend to reach the first leg of my run I could see a group of ladies off to the side of the trail. There was Laura the Queen Clit centre of the group. “Hey Dorothy how you doing this morning hon?” she and two other ladies who I did not recognize were standing by the gazebo bottled water in hands laughing up a storm. There are three gazebos along the five mile trail. They are like pit stops where you can hydrate. With delicate French manicured fingers she calls me over “Come meet the latest additions to my Lakewood pussies.” Stumbling over my own two feet I turned in their direction. After two years, you would think that had gotten use to her accent.

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Wednesday, January 9, 2013

The Move

Omaha!
Dorothy you are no longer in Manhattan I whispered to myself strolling through the long passage way to the gourmet kitchen in the rare of the house. Entering the kitchen the crisp autumn air felt more like Manhattan on a winter's morning.  I see David opened the door to the expanding deck before he darted off to work. These days he has been leaving earlier. I check the clock on the microwave and could not believe it's only six fifteen.
Poor David this job is getting the best of him. When they aggressively recruited him for the assistant general manager position I had no idea he would be pulling sixteen hour days. With David gone so long six out of seven days I was determine to spend more time developing my fashion line.  Maylin from the boutique in Manhattan has been on my case for more pieces. With the summer line in production in Malaysia now is a great time to work on fall and winter sketches.  Even I have to admin my summer shoe line is fantastic.  With only two boutiques carrying my line if I am going to increase my pieces I will have to get into more stores. This is the perfect creative haven. The mist rising from the grass in the backyard reminded me of getting high my freshman year at design school.
First semester I was so lost being away from home for the first time. I went home almost every weekend my parents spent more on transportation than my tuition. My mother made me promise to spend at least two consecutive weekend at school during my second semester. Actually she threaten me. I often wondered if West Indian parents knew they could be arrested for the things they say to their children should they report them.  Seriously who would take the chance to report them. My mother told my older sister Lydia if she ever called the police on her or daddy they would not find where they buried her body. I was only thirteen at the time but that look in my mother's eyes said it all. I knew then calling the police or any authority for help was not an option. All I knew Lydie took her punishment and disappeared in her room at the top of the stairs under five seconds flat. Bolt had nothing on her.
Determine to follow orders I prepared for my first weekend on campus. Because it was so early in the semester there was no assignments are papers due. I so wish my parents had not selected a private studio offhe has  campus to for me to live. They did not want me expose to walk college parties that they watched on MTV and BET.
I decided to grab some food at the Italian restaurant around the block. It was was hot for a fall evening as I strolled aimlessly in a white tank shorts and flip flops. I've taken this walk so many times I could close my eyes.  I never learned to cook so take-out is my specialty  I like Papa Tony's its close, the food is great and  he offers student discount. Entering the restaurant the air condition was noticeably high. I was fourth in the take-out line. In the distance I noticed a group of girls from my pattern drafting class seated at a booth waiting for their order. "Hey Dorothy" I looked behind me where the voice came from.
"Hi Gina, whats up." I met Gina short for Regina first semester. She was always inviting me out to campus events but because I never spent weekends here I never attended.
"Not much. You here for the weekend?"
"No, I mean yes. How about you?"
"Girl I'm hear every weekend. I love being away from my crazy ass family." She laughed and touched my shoulder.
"Oh I hear you." What else could I say. I hate my crazy family too but I would rather be home with them.
"Got any plans?" she asked
"Pappa Tony's and Nexflix" I know pathetic right.
"Na, girl you are crazy. This is the best time of the semester to go crazy before the real work begins."
"I guess."
Later that night I met up with Gina and the group of girls from my pattern drafting class in front of what could be described as a large southern mansion on Maynard Street. The house was one of the largest on a street lined with homes boasting carefully manicured lawns made of St. Augustine bluegrass and eight foot black cast ironed fences. My father the proud owner of a modest landscaping company would be pleased with the crew that tends these lawns. All the edges were neatly cut and trimmed to perfection.  Talk about keeping up with the Jones.
The group of us entered the house after a perky red head in an electric green bikini top and white daisy dukes opened the front door. "Hey guys come on in, everyone is in the back." We followed her through the house noticing how pristine every piece of furniture was. Entering the backyard there was just a hand full of students in swimsuits hanging by the pool. The music was low and most were engaged in what appears to be serious debate on the latest Twlight movie. There was a familiar sent that lingered in the air.
"You're Dorothy right?" asked the perky red head.
"Ah" I stuttered "Yes"
"I'm Kim, we had Profressor Piche's lab last semester."
Interesting that she knew who I was. I stared at her hoping that something would click.
"That's ok, I liked your take on the summer shoe revamp assignment you presented."
"Oh thanks, it was nothing"
"Are you kidding those designs rocked. You were the only one that made a sample."
"It was the best way to show the design concept."
"Way cool. I wish I had thought of it"
"Yea I guess I did go all out."
"Well it paid of. You got the internship for this summer in New York."
I guess the internship was a big deal for most of the students. Being in New York was a big deal. Being from Mount Vernon I guess it will be great to be in the city all the time.
"Yes I'm pretty excited."
"Hey wanna drink?"
"Sure."
"Cool, this way"
I followed perky Kim to the far end of the pool where there was a bar set up and a genuine bartender.
"What can I get you ladies?" I noticed he was staring at Kim's chest. I hadn't noticed how stacked she was and that bikini top was barely covering her up. Her skin glisten from a generous amount of tanning lotion.
"Dorothy what would you like?" I wasn't much of a drinker. I noticed most of the guests were having beer.
"Why don't you surprise me." I heard it come out of my mouth and not sure why. When I go out with Lydie that's what she always say. I later found out it was because she had no clue what to order.
"Alright, one surprise for Dorothy. And for you Kimmie the usual."
"Sure." She turn to me and asked "You got on a suit?"
"No, I didn't know it was a pool party."
"It's not. We just hang out here most Friday nights until it gets too cold."
"Here you go ladies, enjoy." His eyes never left Kim's chest handing us the drinks.  Kim took my hand and lead me over to an empty lounger were we continue to talk about the internship. Turns out we have three classes together this semester. The bartender brought us drinks with a wave of Kim's hands. At times he lingered gawking over Kim. I lost track of the number of times he brought us a drink. It was getting muggy and everyone was getting in the pool.
"Hey follow me." Kim pulling me up from the lounger. I stumbled to get up and we disappeared inside the pool house. She when went over the dresser and pulled out a suit. "Here" she tossed the red suit at me. I think we are about the same size." I wish I don't have tits like hers. For a white girl she had ass, that I would say we have in common.
"Where can I change?"
"Bathroom down the hall." Again with the tugging of my arm we entered a bathroom the size of my room at home. "Go ahead" She started to wiggle out of her daisy dukes. Before I know it she was on the toilet taking a piss.
"What are you waiting for? Try them on." What the hell it's like gym class right. I slip out of my skirt and panties and slipped on the tiny bikini bottom. I looked over at Kim and she was busy putting up her curly red mane in a pony tail at the mirror. I needed help with the strap on the bikini top.
"Here let me do that for you."
Quick as we entered the pool house quick as we were back outside in the pool. I've never enjoyed being in a pool as much as I did. I wasn't sure if it was the pool or the drinks. I could no longer feel the water around me and the pool was turning. There was smoke rising at the other end of the pool. "You ok?" I felt Kim's breathe on my face. She was swimming awful close.
"Yes I'm fine."
"Well you don't look fine."
"No I'm OK."
I could not find the bottom of the pool and started to panic. I grab on to Kim trying to find my balance and the pool floor. She felt so soft and warm.
"No you're not. Lets get you out." I felt another arm helping me out of the pool. I had no idea who it was.
"Lets take her in the pool house where she can lay down."
"Guys I'm ok."
It was too late I was being helped to the pool house. I sat on the edge of the bed and Kim was asking again if I was OK. I felt much better now that I was out of the spinning pool and sitting down. The girl with the blue top was stroking my shoulder and smiling repeating it's ok. She asked Kim "What did she have?" Kim explained to her just drinks. The stroking of her fingers on my shoulder felt comforting. Her tanned legs sparkled from the pool water and I could glimpse the softness of her pussy printed out on her thin bathing suit bottom. She pull me close to her again reassuring me that I will be ok. For the first time I felt aroused being touched by a girl. I felt Miss Kitty purred and I wanted to be touched in my very warm wet spot. I wrapped my arms around her and pressed my face against her legs. She did not resit. Her body buckled faintly. I moved my hands ever so slight over her round  ass that was not covered by her bathing suit. Her hands stroke my bare back rhythmically. The heat from her touch swelled right down my spine. She adjusted her hips nestling her soft pussy against my lips. Her hips began to move to the same rhythm as her hands. My legs parted to the prying fingers of Kim. I did not resist.  I wanted her to explore Missy Kitty. I release my grip on blue top and laid with my back against the bed closing my eyes.
"Dorothy are you there?" Startled I jumped up when I heard Gina calling. I gathered myself and stumbled to open the pool house door.
"Hey girl, what's up?"
"You ok, I heard you were not feeling well."
"Yea yea, I think I had a little too much."
"Yes she did, she was freaking out in the pool." Said Kim from behind me. "She's good now though. Aren't you girl?"
"I'm good. A little out of it but good."
"Girl I better walk with you back to your place."
"Sure let me grab my stuff."
Walking out of the pool house on to the plush lawn I realize it was almost morning. I step through the mist rising from the grass and thought to myself staying at school was not such a bad thing after all.