Chapter 35

After what felt like a month rather than a week, Saturday finally arrived. Elaine had phoned me on Friday to say she would be working at the bookshop untill five thirty on the Saturday, but was all packed and ready to go and would jump on the train straight from work. She expected to be at the station by about six twenty. At six fifteen I was at the station waiting for her. When her train finally pulled in, it was more than ten minutes late, and worse, Elaine wasn't on it. I scoured the faces of all the people getting off and wandering past me, but she was nowhere to be seen.

I was about to turn and go; a little worried as to what had happened to her, when a young woman touched my arm. I looked at her pretty, smiling face ready to give her directions or something, when she said,

" Hello Ann, didn't you recognise me?" I stared in disbelief. It was Elaine, but not as I remembered her. Since I last saw her, a week or so ago, she'd changed her hair, it was brushed straight down, she had more make-up on and generally looked far more attractive than I recalled. She was wearing a long tight grey skirt with buttons all the way up the front, most of which were undone, and her long muscular legs were just visible. She looked a little taller, due to the black high-healed shoes. Elaine had on a dark blue jumper over a white blouse, and a grey leather jacket completed the outfit. All in all she looked ravishing, she'd obviously made an effort, and I felt touched that she'd thought it necessary. By her feet was a small blue suitcase. Shaking myself out my reverie I said,

"I'm sorry Elaine, I wasn't paying attention was I. You look wonderful by the way, have you done something to your hair?'

"Thanks, I've only brushed it down, I fancied a change. You look OK yourself. So tell me all about this Tracy. I can't wait to meet her, especially in her uniform." We started walking to the car and I told her more about Tracy. I placed her suitcase in the car boot, and as Elaine slid in to the passenger seat, her skirt pulled open and I got a glimpse of transparent panties. She had made a big effort, that was for sure. Before we drove off, I phoned Tracy's mobile. When I got through to her, she said she was in a McDonald's with some friends and that she'd have to go home first to change. She said she'd be at my place at about eight or eight thirty. I couldn't wait. The thought of young Tracy in her school uniform had me gushing in to my panty liner. I relayed this to Elaine and said

"You look gorgeous, I've got such wet knickers Elaine, you wouldn't believe." Elaine replied,

" Wanna bet? You could sail a boat in mine, feel." She was grinning impishly and as I looked all around the near deserted car park, she slid her skirt open. Seeing no one around, I glanced down to see her legs spread and her see-through panties on display. Her thin bush was clearly visible through the gossamer material. Double-checking the car park again, I pressed my palm against the gusset of her knickers. She wasn't exaggerating much; her pussy was sopping wet. I asked,

" Is that because of me or the thought of Tracy in her uniform?" Elaine replied,

" You of course. I've been thinking of you all day, and on the train I was getting wetter and wetter.Let's get back to your place, perhaps we can have a quickie before Tracy arrives." I was all for that. I finally managed to pull my hand away from her crotch and I got the car moving. We arrived at my place in record time; it was just after seven o'clock. I asked her if she'd eaten, she said she'd had a sandwich on the train. She hung her jacket in the hall and I put her suitcase on the stairs to take up later. I offered to cook something for her but she declined. She was as eager for sex as I was. I showed her my new digital camera; we played around with it for a little while taking silly snaps of each other. Then I suggested taking some pictures of her "posing'. She giggled, and said OK.The first few were of her fully clothed but showing some leg. Then I asked her to lift her skirt. I got some great shots of her wet see-through panties. I got her to bend over and snapped away at her lovely arse. Then gradually, off came all her clothes with me taking pictures all the time. Elaine was a very co-operative model, adopting all sorts of sexy poses.

Then I handed the camera to her. As she took pictures of me taking my clothes off, she was completely naked. By the time I had taken off my bra and knickers and let her have a close-up of my dripping cunt; we were both dying for a fuck. Elaine said,

" Are we going to take photos all night or are you going to fuck me before Tracy gets here?" Elaine put the camera on the coffee table and I dragged her to the floor where we fucked. We sixty-nined amidst our cast off clothes, with me on top. I devoured her dripping cunt like I was starving, whilst Elaine ate greedily at my soaking fanny. It took us no longer than five minutes before we both came, noisily and together. After our urgent little romp on the floor, we dressed and went to the kitchen where I microwaved us some spaghetti bolognaise and poured us some red wine. When we'd finished, I put the dishes in the sink to soak and then I took Elaine upstairs to show her where she'd be sleeping. I grabbed her bag from the stairs as we went, and I led her in to the spare room. I showed her the guest bathroom on the way. Elaine said all the right things about how nice the bedroom was, and I showed her the spacious new fitted wardrobes. The ones built by Alan. Elaine hung up her clothes, and put her night-dress on the pillow saying,

" I hope I won't be wearing this very much." And then she laughed. She sat on the bed and bounced on it remarking how comfortable it was. I didn't tell her that her arse was so close to where Alan had fucked me in every hole. As I led her out to show her my room, she stopped in the doorway and kissed me, sliding both her hands up on to my boobs and squeezing the nipples through my bra and the thin cotton of my blouse. We kissed for a little while; I was enjoying her groping my tits, when she pulled away and said,

" Sorry Ann, I just can't keep my hands off you. I'm such a slut aren't I?' I replied,

"Don't be silly Elaine, I love you touching me. And as for not being able to keep your hands off me, well, when I saw your see-through panties, I almost went down on you in the car. So we're both a pair of sluts aren't we? Come on I'll show you my room." Elaine complimented me on the décor of my bedroom and again bounced on my king-sized bed. She said,

" I bet this bed could tell a few stories. Is this where we are going to do Tracy?" I said,

" Hopefully. Which reminds me, she should be here soon. Shall we go back downstairs and watch some TV while we wait for her?" Elaine agreed and we went downstairs. I sat on the sofa and Elaine lay back with her head in my lap. The feel of her head pressing in my crotch was a real turn on and I gushed even more into my pantyliner. As we watched the TV, I idly slipped my hand inside her blouse. She didn't have a bra on, she didn't need one, and I casually played with her hardening nipples. I looked at my watch; it was twenty past eight. A few minutes later, the doorbell rang. Elaine sat up and said,

" I hope that's Tracy." I got up and went to open the door. Standing in the porch was a girl looking about twelve in a school uniform; her hair was in two braids with a satchel over her shoulder. Draped over her other arm was a long coat. Her uniform was a maroon blazer, with a school crest on the breast pocket, over a short dark grey pleated skirt. She had on a white blouse with a maroon and gold tie. Tracy also had on white knee length socks and plain black shoes. She wasn't wearing any make-up and could easily have passed as four years younger than she really was. She looked good enough to eat, and soon I'd be doing just that.If I didn't change my liner soon, my knickers would be drenched too. I ushered her in to the hall where I put her coat up on the rack next to Elaine's.

" I had to wear the coat, I couldn't come here dressed like this, could I?' I've told my dad that I'm staying with a girlfriend, which isn't a lie is it?" she explained.

" No not really Tracy, you look incredibly sexy by the way. You're a real turn on"

" I'm glad you like it, it still fits OK." She looked at the grey leather jacket and said,

"Elaine's already here?" I smiled and nodded As Tracy bent to put her satchel down, I couldn't resist lifting her skirt to have a peek, Oh God, she was wearing navy blue knickers; and they were stretched tight across her perfect arse. I let go of her hem, she smiled knowingly at me and pointing to the satchel said,

" There aren't any books in there, just a change of clothes." I led her in to the lounge where Elaine was standing waiting. I noticed with an inward smile that by Elaine's bare feet there was a wet stain on the rug. I introduced them to each other, they swapped pecks on the cheek and Elaine said,

"God, you weren't kidding Ann, she's gorgeous. Can we take some more photos?" I asked Tracy how she felt about it and she agreed. First, I took the camera over to my iMac in the corner of the lounge, and loaded the photos across on to the hard disk. The three of us huddled around the screen looking at the pictures Elaine and I had just taken. Tracy was very impressed with them and said,