Human Nature 1-3

by Lea

Chapter 1 – First step

Part 3 - Resolution

The next day, I'm late. I'm relieved to find Héléna. Yes, the less I could do, after yesterday, was to introduce myself correctly. When she sees me, Héléna welcomes me with her wonderful smile that melts me every time. I meet Noémie going to do my fifteen minutes of daily swimming. Her smile is as bright as her mother. When I returned to our towels, I'm not surprised to see that Naomi no longer wears the top of her bikini. She sits astride his mother's buttocks and she spread sunscreen all over her back.

I slowly wipe myself, unable to take my eyes off of Noémie and the massage she's offering to her mom. Her hands are so delicate, so skillful. I hear her mom purring with pleasure. Noémie gradually slides on his mother's thighs, her hands moving down her loins and downward against the elastic of her swimsuit. Her fingers continued their descent. Noémie caresses then massages, even kneads her mother's bum.

When I sit down, all the Héléna's skin is shiny with oil. While I spread some sunscreen on my breasts, Noémie gets up and watches me. She seems to hesitate, looks at her mom, at me again and she makes her decision. "Would you like me to do your back?" The only thing I'm able to answer is yes. I'm not so sure it's a good idea but why should I refuse?

I barely have time to turn on my stomach that Noémie already jumps on my butt. Until then I only was imagining the touch of the Noémie's fingers. But from the first contact with my skin, my whole body begins to shiver. It's not just some sunscreen spreading; she was giving me a real good massage. Up and down, her hands glide over my oily back. Each time her hands reach my bum, a new thrilling wave runs all over my body.

She doesn't cross the limit of my swimsuit. Well, at first she doesn't. I guess hearing me purring makes her more confident. So, slowly, each time a little more, she slides downward. It's crazy how she electrifies me to the bottom of my stomach. Her bum is sliding down to my thighs. When her hands seize my buttocks, my belly melts and liquefies. I guess I purred a bit louder. Héléna is looking at me and her daughter, with that sparkle of lust which illuminate her usual smile.

I'm too engrossed in my own emotions to be shocked by that gaze. I have to keep the control of my jerky breathing and these moans which want to go out of my mouth. Noémie doesn't hesitate anymore. With her both hands, she firmly kneads my bum. My swimsuit slips from one side to the other. I feel the fingers of the little blonde go astray on my bare skin. Despite my efforts, a moan is rising in my throat and escapes from between my lips. Almost instantly, Noémie removes her fingers from me.

At the same time, I'm ashamed and frustrated. I'm also relieved, I'm wondering how this girl turns me on so well. I was afraid she could see, from her position, how wet she made me. And in a single second, everything jostles in my head. How can a mother let her daughter playing with another woman like this? How a woman my age has to fight so hard to keep her hand out of her panties? Despite what I was thinking of Noémie, her and her mother, she's not really used to this kind of games. Her confidence seems to have left when I lost control.

I hardly dare to meet the gaze of Noémie. On the other hand, she blushed when it happens and she runs away to dive in the sea. I'm afraid I have offended her. Fortunately, her mom reassures me. Noémie is just like that, trying things and then moving to another one. Héléna thinks that she just needs some time to digest what happened.

The discussion initiated, Helena let me know she is of Ukrainian origin and that she lost her husband two years ago. Her husband was a Ukrainian officer attached to embassies. She followed him in lots of different countries depending on his missions. They were in France when she gave birth to Noémie. Because a part of her family was established in our country, she chooses to stay there for a while. She then followed her husband again but she wasn't happy and she wanted some stability for her daughter. So she remained with her family until the death of her husband.

The last year, her father deceased and with the money from her inheritance, she came to settle in the area. She prefers to live in the south; so, being an English and Russian teacher, she asked for a transfer. She didn't know the region, but so far, she doesn't regret anything. Her daughter acclimates well and the people she meets are charming. I blush with this last sentence, asking to myself if she's talking about me or if she already had other meetings like ours.

I don't learn more because of the return of Noémie. Hard to talk while this little nymph strips off completely. Besides, it's hard to focus on anything else. Noémie is fully aware about my attention on her so lovely bum. It makes her smile and wriggle. That's the image I keep in mind all the night long. A very innocent image for wet shameful dreams.

The next day, Noémie offers me another massage. She's covering her mother's back with sunscreen when I reach them and she spontaneously offers me her services. This time I focus as much as I can to not lose control. But, this time, she doesn't slide down on my thighs. She creeps between them, wriggling and helping herself with all her weight. I only can spread my legs to give her some space. She doesn't knead my buttocks more than three or four minutes, but all this time I cling to my towel to not let any moan escape from my mouth. I feel the crotch of my swimsuit getting into my buttocks. My buttocks are increasingly revealed and her fingers running all over makes me shiver.

Those few minutes drag me to heaven and hell at the same time. My belly is burning, tingling and melting. Her hands are just magical for me. But I think about what she can see of me, and there come the shame and the guilt. What should she think about me ? A grown woman all turned on by her girlish hands, I blame myself. But this feeling, those emotions to be touched by someone else are so strong. And there, she ends her massage with a gentle kiss on my bare bum. For a second, I feel like I'm going to explode.

Thank her and she smiles at me in return. It may be a detail, but it helps me to send my guilt packing. When she goes swimming, Héléna asks me a few questions about me and my life. She seems especially interested in my relationship with Sandra, my daughter. To be true, I don't have that much to tell about. Till he last week, I thought the relationship between a mother and a daughter that age was always stormy.

Obviously I was wrong. Héléna understands me, or at least sympathizes. Then, she explains to me how their relationship evolved. Noémie didn't accept her father's death, despite he almost never was at home. It's only when they settled in the area, that Noémie began to turn the page. She slowly reverted to who she was before, jolly, sentimental, ingenue; but also mischievous and adventurous. According to Héléna, she only regained her daughter since this summer. As a result, she doesn't dare to curb some of her excesses. She knows that sometimes they cross the line, but she doesn't see how to backtrack.

I'm surprised but I understand her well. I thought that it was all an old habit for the both of them. I was all wrong. Héléna is just trying to do her best. Thinking about my own daughter, I can't imagine what I would do. I just hope it's not too late for me to regain her. So, I look at Noémie while she comes back to us. I definitely understand her mom. At all costs, she has to preserve the smile of this angel face.

The thing is where are the limits, watching Noémie stepping out of her panties, I really don't know. She checked the surroundings, nobody is able to see us. But I'm not sure I'd let my own daughter wriggle and dance around us like this. I know I shouldn't look at her this way but her so cute rounded bum attracts my eyes more certainly than sugar attracts a wasp.

Héléna tries to catch her, but the little minx is fast. Noémie turns around us, mocking her old mom. Héléna stands up, runs after her, but that's not what her daughter has in mind. And just when she gives up, Noémie slips behind her and pulls on the string of her swimsuit. Helena doesn't care about the panties falling down. She takes the opportunity to catch her daughter and she wraps her in a towel.

They both are playing, laughing. Their pretended struggle makes me laugh too. They are so beautiful, naked like this, so happy, so close. For one minute or so, I feel like being part of their family. So when Noémie escapes again from the grip of her mom, I try to catch her too. Noémie's laughing even more. She just stops when her fingers seize the string of my own bathing suit. As if she was realizing at that very moment what she is about to do. But it's too late, I moved one step forward to grab her hand, too much for the bow and my pants fall down.

She doesn't even try to flee anymore. Noémie's standing there, looking at my bare bum and my bush of dark curly hairs. It would have been an awkward moment if the little blonde didn't explode in a shrill joyful laugh before capitulating. Maybe because of the Héléna's confidences, I don't feel ashamed, at least not as much as I should do. I don't spend too much time like this, I grab my beach dress and I put it on without waiting, to tell the truth.

But, on my way home, I realize they are the only two persons who saw me naked since I married Alain. Of course, I undressed in front of doctors but there is nothing in common with being fully naked in front of this cute girl and her mom. It was so weird and so delicious in a same time. I'm still shivering remembering it, alone in my car. The thing is they didn't turn their head nor they got a disgusted look. No, the both of them seemed to enjoy the view. In her magic smile, Héléna was comforting, amused and even a bit aroused.

It feels so good to be appréciated, respected and even sexy. It didn't happen to me for a very long time. I know I'm not a standard of beauty. But this spark of lust inflamed my heart and my body. Besides, I intend not to anymore refrain from enjoying it.