Sadie

by Holley

It had been an awful shock seeing Sadie come through the door. She'd been equally as shocked to see me there. Remember it was only a few days ago at my aunt Cecilia's place that I'd virtually stuck my breasts in her face as I'd given her a tongue kiss just to tease her a little. I suppose I could say that she'd asked for it when she'd stared at my breasts that were nearly popping out of my blouse because I was wearing that push up bra and low cut blouse that my aunt Cecilia had bought me. But, it had been Cecilia's idea for me to visit her and wear my 'oh, my gosh' seductive clothing. The mere idea of Cecilia seeing me like that had me so horny and I'd had the added bonus of Sadie almost having her eyes pop out of her head too. But, I hadn't realised she's Sybil's mother, how could I have known, I'd never seen them together and Sybil had never told me anything about her.

Seeing her come through the door and knowing full well that she recognised me had worried me quite a lot. I'm sure she'd been worried too seeing her ten-year old daughter with an older girl but how would she know that Sybil had just fucked me silly. Her eyes had been on my face but soon had moved down to my chest. Oh dear had Sybil left me open? But no, perhaps she'd been imagining how she'd seen me so recently and had been hoping that something might pop open to give her a better view.

Seeing how her eyes had gone down to my breasts took away some of my apprehension and I'd shrugged my shoulders to make my breasts move a little under the blouse. Apparently she'd had some problems with her eyes because they'd kept flickering between my face and my breasts and I have to admit that from then I'd enjoyed myself as I gave her the full treatment of the pushed out breasts and the wet lips that were continually being 'rearmed' by me licking them on a regular basis.

She had to know by now that I'm no blushing virgin after what had happened when we'd first met so it was within the bounds of possibility that she realised that something sexual had been going on between Sybil and I. If she'd come to that conclusion it would only be reasonable because girls of my age, fourteen, don't usually hang around with ten year olds unless 'something' is going on.

After kissing them both goodbye I'd left to go home. I went straight home not hanging about because I was genuinely feeling tired. Obviously my sickness was still hanging around and I wanted to have a lie down and that together with the working over that Sybil had just given me had left me exhausted.

I'd not been lay on the bed for very long when mum came into the bedroom again and fortunately this time I was dressed like any other teenager would be, more for comfort than for appearance. “Holley” she said, “It's Cecilia”. You know about Cecilia by now of course and what's gone on between her and I and the other two girls, Anne and Sybil. I think between the three of us we'd got her to a bit of a fever pitch with her desire for younger girls. So, should I be surprised when she spoke to me about what had happened between Sadie and I earlier. Sadie had apparently rung her telling her that she was quite worried that I'd been over there with Sybil but Cecilia just said “oh it's only a girly thing, don't worry about it.”

She, Cecilia, had been the one worried because Sadie had told her that I looked so damned sexy, what a nice compliment, and how she could really fancy me. Cecilia was in the course of remonstrating with me for being so forward with Sadie but in my present mood I wasn't taking any rubbish from her. So, I'd just said if Sadie thinks it could be interesting to share a little time with me then we'll share the time. Cecilia would just have to find someone else for her pleasure mentioning that if I was with Sadie then I couldn't be with Anne and Sybil. That idea had cheered her up and she became a little friendlier with me until such time as I'd asked her for Sadie's phone number.

But I hadn't finished telling you about Sadie and how she was dressed when she came into the house. She'd been wearing what appeared to me to be a very expensive black gaberdine suit, skirt and jacket, with a very pretty lacy white blouse showing at the throat. The skirt was fitted so nicely, not one of your chain-store suits, obviously tailor-made. I think in the clothing trade it's described as bespoke. The jacket fitted perfectly too, the curve of her breasts was accentuated without it being overly tight; altogether a perfect outfit. So thinking back to how she'd looked then, with Cecilia's apparently jealousy and Sadie's interest in me I was feeling rather frisky and once I'd got off the phone with Cecilia I'd touched myself gently. But gently with me doesn't do the trick and neither do I have the patience at times like this to tease myself and I went to town on my pussy giving myself a very exciting time.

I'd fallen asleep after thrashing myself to a delightful orgasm but in my sleep my thoughts had been about Sadie and how lovely she'd looked. In the dream as I'd undressed her I'd found she wore black knickers and a white bra. The white bra was understandable because I didn't anticipate she'd wear the jacket all day and a black bra under the blouse would look vulgar, I think that's how my mother would have described it. A white bra however, with the lace of the bra showing through the blouse would look extremely exciting especially for a girl like me.

The colour of the knickers would be of no concern unless, and it's one thing I like to see, her skirt had run back towards her thighs and I could see them under her skirt, white's easier to see of course. I suspect that I'd dealt with myself more than once and it had to be one of the nicer dreams I'd had for some time.

When I woke in the morning I was still aroused by the thoughts of Sadie and I promised myself that I'd ring her during the day. After I'd showered and dressed in just shorts and a shirt, an old one of my dad's and very loose giving me the perfect opportunity to go without a bra, I rang Sadie's house anticipating that Sybil would be with Anne somewhere so there'd be no danger of me having to speak to Sybil. The only answer I'd got had been from the answering machine telling me that I'd find her at her office and giving me the number. Feeling rather elated at getting her other number I rang and asked her secretary to put my through to her. The secretary said she was busy but asked if I'd hold on. I didn't have to wait long before Sadie came to the phone herself. She gave me her name and when I told her whom it was ringing she asked me to wait until she'd shut the door. We chatted for a little while about 'this and that' and I knew damned well she was skirting around what she really wanted to say but eventually she had to tell me she had work to do but then asked me to lunch.

Wow, how nice and when she mentioned the restaurant by name I was very impressed, one of the best in our little town. I'd asked her if I should 'dress' and she said that she was wearing a suit, not the same one, a dark grey one this time. She went on to ask me, sounding very nervous, if I'd wear my special blouse and bra. After some time spent beating around the bush as though I thought it might be too much I promised I would but I'd have to bring it with me and change when I got to the restaurant. Without realising why I wanted to change there she eventually agreed to meet at twelve thirty.

I decided not to bother changing there. I searched through my mother's wardrobe for one of her little jackets that would hide my breasts until I got to the restaurant. She'd told me to be ready for about twelve fifteen because her driver would pick me up then and take me directly to the restaurant.

The driver had arrived and escorted me to the car, a very nice limousine, something I'd never been in before. He said we'd not go too fast because Sadie, he didn't call her by her Christian name of course, may be a little late and she'd want to be sat in the booth to greet me when I walked in. Sat in the back I vaguely heard an intercom and after speaking for a minute or two he slid back the partition and said it would be OK to go there now. Stopping outside the restaurant he'd opened the door for me, taken my jacket off, and now with my breasts showing in practically all their glory he escorted me to her booth.

The booth was very private and dark so I had difficulty in seeing her but the driver held my arm so that he could guide me to the seat next to her. She'd stood as I'd walked in and I moved directly to her to kiss her. When I'd leaned forward to kiss her she'd obviously seen what I had to offer, I'd forgotten about the bra and blouse I was wearing until I heard the hiss of her breath. “Oh Holley”, she'd said, you look wonderful”. What she really meant of course was that my tits looked wonderful. The lights were on but very dim and although they pointed down at us the whole atmosphere exuded privacy. As I sat alongside her she took my hand in hers and turning to face me she gave me a kiss. The kiss told me everything about her although I didn't know how to go about what was going to happen. I'd decided to let her set the pace so if she wanted to spend time fondling my breasts I'd help her and if she wanted me to fondle her then I wouldn't object. I know my own way around an older woman's body thank you. Almost as soon as she broke off from the kiss she'd asked me how old I am and when I guessed that she wanted me to be young I told her the truth. 'I'm fourteen,” I'd said.

An enormous shudder had gone through her when I told her and she moved to me again and giving me another kiss she held me tight or tried to until such time as I retrieved my arms, put them around her and started kissing her. I took over this kissing business and went from the top of her head, down the side of her face, her eyelids, her nose, her chin, her throat and then back to her lips. My lips had liberally smeared my saliva across everywhere I'd been and then my tongue had forced its way inside her mouth but only after I'd levered her mouth open with it.

When we broke apart I'd asked her what she wanted but she was a bit confused as to whether she wanted to fuck me, or, whether she wanted me to fuck her. There was far too much dithering on her part so I decided that, in case this was her first time, I'd guide her in making love to me. But first we had to have lunch and during the course of lunch I'd taken her hand, whenever possible, and laid it on my thigh kissing her at the same time. We'd fed each other, just like lovers do in the movies, with little tit bits and I was a bit more forward then she was because I took her hand and licked her fingers too. Because she'd left one hand on my thigh I'd sighed and moved it closer to my crotch pushing it well up under my skirt. I could feel the nervous tremor in her fingers as they lay there so I'd given her a real tongue kiss breathing very heavily and moving my body closer to her I'd lifted my breasts against hers.

She was becoming more relaxed and from then on, except for helping her to unfasten my blouse, I left things to her. Her hand inside my blouse and bra had been very shaky but when I kissed her on the cheek she gained more confidence and even had the confidence to twist my nipple. I told her she was a teasing bitch and when she complained about me calling her a bitch I did it again telling her she was the biggest bitch I'd met that day. I have no idea what does it but she's among a number of women who've loved being described as bitches, sluts, tarts and extra good fucks. It's either the way I say it or else these women are not the ladies they claim to be and one word that seems to send them all off is when I call them 'whores'. Perhaps it's because they think because I call them whores it means someone would find them desirable enough to pay them for sex.

But, we'd progressed beyond the main course and whilst we waited for desert and a drink we talked about “us” and what we could do. I had to explain to her that my main desire in life was to fuck as many women; especially one's like her, as I could before I lost my teenage looks. “Oh god Holley,” she said, “I thought that maybe you and I could be a couple” at which I damned near fell off the chair laughing. I told her that there was an awful lot of living to do and I couldn't possibly waste it with one woman. Whilst I'd been speaking she'd got on her knees and for one awful moment I'd thought she was going to start pleading with me but in an endeavour to get my complete attention she'd started to push my skirt up to reveal my panties. I hadn't told her of course but the pair I was wearing were the pair that I'd brought home from one of my meetings with Anne and Sybil and I chuckled to myself when I thought she might recognise them as her tongue touched the crotch of them.

Apparently she was so enamoured of me at that moment that she didn't notice except to complain that she'd never kissed a girls pussy before and with these pants I was wearing she couldn't get too me. Pushing her away for a moment I stood and lifting my skirt clear up to my waist I told her to take them off. Her hands were trembling as she eased them over my hips and I thought for one minute as she'd paused that she'd recognised them but she continued easing them down until such time as she saw my hairless pussy. Moaning deep in her throat she'd moved to ease my panties down a little further, as far as my upper thighs and then I'd moved my legs as far apart as the panties allowed and by now she could possibly catch some of the aroma from my now partly opened pussy.

Once I'd got her mouth on my pussy lips I left her to her own devices as I wet my two index fingers and slid them into her ears. That seemed to have a doubling effect in that as she moaned she licked and as she licked she moved her fingers, inadvertently I suspect, round to my backside. Now don't think she was the only one aroused, I certainly was and even though she was obviously a novice pussy sucker she was doing a fine job on me. My hands had gone to my breasts and I was tormenting them almost as much and as hard as Sybil had done only the other day. Wow, I was so weak at the knees that I was almost staggering and as I'd looked up to look for something to hold on to I saw one of the waitresses stood in the doorway of the booth. My goodness, how erotic, the sight of her with her hand inside her bra whilst I was doing the same was almost too much to bear. The slut had thrown me a kiss and at about the same time I'd orgasmed bending my body from the waist forward almost trapping Sadie's head in between them. It had been just as though someone had punched me in the stomach. Although it was extremely pleasurable it had almost been a pain.

The naughty woman hadn't stopped sucking me but she did move her mouth to one side speaking out of the side of her mouth saying “if I'd known cum tasted this good I would have done it years ago” to which I'd replied “if I'd known you could eat pussy this good I would have had you years ago”. With both of us apparently satisfied it only remained for the waitress to join us and 'cum' too. Sill on her knees, Sadie crawled across to the waitress and pushing her skirt up she sucked her pussy too.

Completely exhausted we three sat on the benches surrounding the booth and made one of those sounds that show we're absolutely exhausted, 'phew' we'd all said!

The waitress had to return to her job and Sadie had called her back and given her a very generous tip and I mean generous. I think it was accompanied with a little white card and I think we could all guess what was on the card, her name and phone number.

It had been a wonderful lunch and with the sex it had been outstanding and Sadie and I cuddled for a little while until she said she had to return to her office. Her driver took me home again and having dropped me he said Sadie would be pleased to hear from me any time but do you know what, I think my next session will be with Anne and Sybil, I really like those two girls and I think they like me too. As a matter of courtesy I rang her later inn the afternoon to thank her for lunch but she'd said no darling, I have to thank you for introducing me to the excitement of lesbian sex.

A couple of days later, when I was with Anne and Sybil, just chatting this time, Sybil told me that her mother had been seen with one of the waitresses from the restaurant. The waitress was supposedly a well know lesbian and wondered if she'd even had a lesbian session with Sadie. Ah, that's my little secret and I won't tell them where Sybil's little knickers are, they're somewhere in Sadie's room where she thinks they're mine. One day perhaps I'll tell her they belong to Sybil and she's spent time eating out the crotch of her own daughter's panties.

I don't think I'll go out tonight, I'll stay home and think about what a wonderful day I've had.