Chapter 1

It was a gorgeous summer day; a perfect day for lounging beside the pool. A light breeze blew, battling the heat of the early afternoon sun. Heather lay baking her unblemished skin to a golden tan clad in a brand new bikini. The skimpy suit left much of her nubile little body bare to the suns rays.

When she saw the cute but audacious bikini on the rack, she knew right away it was made for her. White with large pink polka dots and flutters at the waist and along the edge of the daring top, the little bikini fairly leapt into her hands. When she slipped it on, the stretch nylon molded itself perfectly to her blossoming curves. As she posed for herself in the dressing room mirror, she smiled with pride, even as she blushed to see how much of her rosy flesh was left naked. Even the lacy underwear she had worn to the store, a little flowered bra and a matching pair of thong panties, covered more of her intimate places.

The underwired bra of the swimsuit pushed the virginal white flesh her freshly-budded breasts up and out, giving her more than a hint of cleavage. The innocently lascivious view was enhanced as her emergent pink nipples crinkled. The puberty-sensitive buttons decorating her fresh young breasts rose high to form fat bumps upon each cup, precisely centered beneath two strategically placed pink dots.

As she viewed herself with growing excitement in the mirror, the dots rose from fabric in parody of the flushed nubbins beneath. Heather's girl-pink nipples ached deliciously.

U-clips at the nape of her slender neck and between the little cups supporting (if not fully covering) her breasts held the sexy little bra to her slender torso. Likewise at the apex of her narrow hips, the same-styled clips held the abbreviated thong panty in place. When Heather stepped into it, her face flushed to see how much of her gently curved belly, slender hips and pert ass were on display.

The waist rode low across her middle; so low, the first fine hairs sprouting from her mons curled over the edge. She twisted to view her bottom, and was strangely thrilled by the sight of the thin strip disappearing between the taut curves of her bare asscheeks.

Heather spent all of her allowance on the daring suit. She knew her mother would not approve of the style, but swore to herself she would keep it no matter what. Unsurprisingly, her mother did indeed demand that she return the tiny bikini when Heather modeled it for her in the privacy of her bedroom. Astonishingly, it was her usually taciturn step-father who intervened for her. He happened to pass by her mother's room and looked in when he heard their heated argument.

He pushed open the door, obviously ready to scold his step-daughter for speaking back to her mother. But the words seemed to stick in his throat as he caught sight of Heather's blossoming body overflowing her new swimsuit. Even Heather could see the answer in his face. It was obvious he was seeing Heather as something more than a burdensome young girl.

That one look was enough. He told Ellen that all teenage girls were wearing such swimsuits, and that his daughter looked just fine in the new bikini. He smiled, winked at Heather, then walked out. Neither noticed the sudden surge beneath the fabric of his pleated slacks.

Ellen's opposition ended there and then. It was the first time he had shown any sort of approval towards his young step-daughter since the wedding. Heather could keep the bikini.

Now she lay prone in her new suit, peering intently through dark glasses at the housekeeper. Marion was poised at the base of the diving board, preparing to dive. Resting her head on her arms, Heather pretended to drowse as she admired Marion's performance.

The sunglasses hid the her envious eyes. The statuesque housekeeper was impossibly tall, breathtakingly beautiful and could dive with the grace of an Olympian. She also had the kind of figure for which any female would give her soul to own, particularly one of Heather's tender years.

Though Heather's bikini had seemed so small when she had first put it on, it appeared positively modest compared to the tiny bikini gracing the housekeeper's lithe figure. Marion's swimsuit was the scantiest bikini Heather had ever seen any woman dare to wear in public. Barely decent, all that kept the housekeeper's intimate secrets from view were three tiny triangles of shiny white fabric held tautly in place by a few insubstantial strings.

Only a woman with a body trained and toned to absolute perfection could get away with wearing such an impossibly small bikini. Marion's tall hour-glass frame fit that description to a tee. The small triangle cups of the bikini bra could not contain, let alone in any way support, the abundant flesh of her jutting breasts, while the narrow front pouch of the tiny thong just hid the bulge of her pouting sex. The narrow white triangles of her bikini bra barely covered the coral aureole surrounding Marion's large and protuberant nipples. Large bows tied in the thin strings indented the lightly padded curves of her high-set hips.

Marion's subtly muscled shoulders balanced the weight of her heavy breasts, set wide, high and firm upon her chest. The soft flesh quivered with the strain of her stance. Sinuous calves; slender thighs; curved hips; high-set and firmly rounded bottom; narrow waist and taut belly with just a hint of a padding over the soft mons. Though trim and very well toned, the housekeeper's lightly tanned body overflowed the doubtful coverage of her tiny white string bikini. She posed upon the diving board apparently unaware of her incredible beauty. She was also apparently unaware the stretch fabric of the white bikini became nearly transparent when wet.

Heather blushed to see the large, dark circles of Marion's protruding aureole were barely covered by the narrow triangles. And the thick, rounded points of her fat red nipples sat high upon her voluptuous chest, poking through the tightly drawn material of the skimpy top. And, even more uncomfortably exciting for Heather, the dark crease of Marion's vaginal slit could easily be seen between the plump pussylips embossing the nearly sheer fabric of the tight white bikini.

The sight of the beautiful woman's barely concealed sex so brazenly displayed captivated the young girl for reasons she could barely understand. Without being aware of the why, she hungered to see the nearly naked vulva up close. Heather trembled, a delicious tingling racing through her lithe little body, as she contemplated the strangely disturbing thought.

Her amazement increased when she realized, though Marion's long hair was a deep, rich black, there was no evidence of dark hairs between her legs. In fact, there was on evidence of any colored hair, only the dark slit and pouty lips of her smooth sex outlined by the nearly-sheer fabric. Marion apparently had less pubic hair on her curved mound and the plump lips of her vulva than did Heather herself!

Though almost a teenager — and despite the fact that her no-longer-so-small boobs had grown in the past year — Heather had yet to grow any but the finest of blond fuzz on the plump curve of her mound. So fine and sparse were the hairs there that she had not found it necessary to trim them when she put on her bikini. She knew Marion was older than her mother, Ellen. The only reason a woman of Marion's age did not have pubic hair was if she shaved (or maybe plucked!?!) her netherlips smooth!

The idea of Marion reclining naked in her bath, preparing to shave herself, excited the young girl strangely. In her mind's eye Heather imagined Marion spreading her long slender legs, resting her calves upon the rim of the bathtub, opening herself wide. She could almost smell the scented shaving cream as she daydreamed of Marion slowly smoothing the foam upon the soft flesh of her mons and the plump lips of her bare sex, then carefully drawing a naked blade over her stretched skin until no hair remained to mar the perfection of her secret places.

Lying prone on the lounge chair beside the pool, she sighed, then shook herself out of the strangely exciting daydream. Strange thrills raced through her belly as she looked up to watch Marion prepare to dive. Resting her chin on her crossed arms, Heather felt a delicious tickling sensation begin along the lips of her own little sex as she viewed the housekeeper's breathtaking figure poised to spring.

Arching her back, pretending to shake the water from her hair, Heather eased her slender legs wide. In an attempt to scratch the delicious but persistent itch, she pressed the angle of her mound against the firm pad beneath her body.

As luck would have it, the swollen nubbin of her clitoris caught upon one of the padded buttons decorating the lounger as she moved. Her clit rasped over the button, sending sparks racing through her belly. Caught by surprise, Heather almost swooned at the intensity of the thrill shooting through her adolescent loins. She bit her suddenly dry lips, stifling the passionate whimper that threatened to burst forth.

She collapsed back to the pad shaken by the experience. But her excitement and the sight of Marion's incredible body drove Heather to slip her fingers beneath the padded cup of her bikini bra to her tender breast. Surreptitiously she caressed the sensitive nipple, shivering at the delightful sensation.

It was all she could do not to slip the other hand beneath the elastic waistband of her tight little string bikini bottom, brush her fingers over the smooth lips and flick the turgid nubbin of her clit. As young as she was, Heather had already experienced the heady pleasure such a caress would bring. She had discovered the joys of possessing a clitoris one night alone in her bed some months before after she had spied the young housemaid slipping out of Marion's room with her uniform under her arm, wearing nothing but a tiny pair of gossamer lace bikini panties.

As the tickling grew more insistent, both of her girl-pink nipples joined the fun. She shivered again at the wonderful tightening sensation of her tender aureole crinkling. As her aureole contracted, the tips of her sensitive nipples were thrust out to rasp against the soft lining of the bikini bra containing the shallow mounds of her newly-budded breasts.

Heather was so distracted by the delightful sensation, she nearly missed the culmination of the housekeeper's awesome show. Suddenly, Marion leapt forward and stabbed the end of the board. Flung high, the slender woman arched her back and spread her arms wide in a graceful swan dive. She hung in midair for an instant, then brought her hands together and dove down. Like an arrow, arms stretched and arched toes pointed perfectly, Marion's curved body slipped into the water with a mere ripple.

Barely under, up she came again, face pointed to the sky, her long, dark hair trailing behind. Marion reached the side of the pool with two swift, precise strokes. Without a pause, as though through levitation, she rose from the water and stepped to the empty lounger beside Heather.

It happened so quickly, the girl scarcely had time to focus as there within inches of her face stood Marion's near naked body. Her stance wide, the tall woman reached up to grasp her streaming locks. Heather swallowed nervously as she watched Marion's heavy chest rise. The bottom edge of her bikini bra pulled up, baring the bulges of white flesh above the tan lines. The smooth skin at the base of her outsized breasts was stretched and shiny with the weight of the quivering titflesh.

Tilting her face to the sun, eyes closed, thrusting her hips forward naturally to maintain balance, Marion began to wring the water from her long hair. Heather's breath caught, a perverse shiver running through her heated body as she peered over her sunglasses.

As though by magic, her scandalous wish was granted. The bulging curves of Marion's smooth vulva hung inches above her yearning eyes, straining against the thin fabric of the wet bikini.

Marion's dive and swift passage through the water had peeled down the waistband of her suit. With her hips sprung forward, the rolled fabric stretched across the width of her lower belly, suspended there by the tie strings of her suit. Held out by the curves of her thighs, the taut strings tightened across her mound, indenting the lightly padded flesh of her smooth mons and leaving two hollows to either side.

If Marion had not shaved her pubic hair, much of the glossy black curls that had once decorated her curved mound and the pouting lips of her pussy would have been on display. As it was, suit had rolled down to the point that the first hint of the crevice dividing her vulva peeked over the narrow front panel of her suit.

The shadow of the slit centered between the fat lips of her sex was even more prominent from that distance, and even more mysteriously inviting. Heather longed to reach out and touch it, to trace her fingertips along its pouting lips, to (maybe) kiss it. She shivered at the strangely wonderful desire.

Marion stood stretching with her hands locked behind her neck for a moment longer than necessary, as though posing. To Heather's fevered mind, Marion was offering her hairless sex; teasing, almost daring Heather to peel down the suit and slowly caress with tender tongue and sweet lips the smooth pussyflesh bulging there so close above her yearning gaze.

The dangerous moment passed as Marion relaxed her stance. She plucked the sunglasses from Heather's face and slid them upon her nose as she stretched out on the lounge nearby. Her lips twisted into a smirk as she pulled her hair to one side, then laid her head on her crossed arms. When comfortably set, she asked Heather to rub sunscreen on her back. Phrased as a request, her words came out as an order.

But Heather heart leapt at the opportunity to touch the incredible body laid out there before her bright eyes. Her pulse quickened as she sprang from the lounge chair. Her little titties bobbed within the harness of her bikini bra, the turgid knots of her protuberant nipples tingling as she hovered over Marion's body. She grabbed the bottle of lotion, made warm by the sun. Marion spread her knees slightly, allowing Heather to crawl upon the lounge behind.

Quickly tracing a line of lotion down Marion's spine, she began to spread the sunscreen across the smooth skin. Marion lay languidly across the lounge, passively accepting Heather's ministrations as her due. As she worked the lotion into Marion's soft skin, Heather drank in the lascivious view.

She thanked all the gods great and small that her mother and stern step-father had left that morning on their honeymoon to the far east.

For the next two months, she would be alone in the house, with just the servants for company. She had been a bit frightened when her mother first told her about the trip. They had not been apart for more than a day since Heather was a baby. But now Heather could see at least one plus: no one else was around to observe what was to come this day.

The butler, housemaid and chauffeur were away enjoying an afternoon off. The upstairs maid and cook were occupied with their duties in the house. Only she and the statuesque housekeeper shared the secluded pool.

As Heather's hands neared the center of her back, Marion casually reached behind and slipped the bows from the strings there and at the nape of her neck. Suddenly her entire torso was bare. The only covering she had left upon her magnificent body was the tiny thong panty.

The strings stretched tightly across her curves of her bottom, the large bows gracing her padded hips and the strip of white spandex tucked firmly in the deep crevice dividing the smooth skin of her lightly tanned asscheeks were all that kept Marion from being totally naked. Behind, the thong had rolled down to leave bare the first inch of that crease.

Crouching over the stern housekeeper's near-naked figure, Heather quickly worked the lotion into her soft shoulders, then along her upper arms and down her ribs. Marion's naked breasts were crushed beneath her body, though the firm tit-flesh bulged from beneath her folded arms from her weight. Heather's breath caught as she edged closer to Marion's breasts, fearful of touching the woman so intimately, but desiring that intimacy above all else.

But Marion lay passive even as Heather finally dared to smooth away a small drip that spattered the soft flesh. More sure now, the girl coated her hands with lotion and boldly caressed the sides of Marion's bare breasts. Excited beyond her dreams by the sensuousness of the moment, Heather worked the lotion into Marion's breasts and flanks, then down along her hips and legs to her feet and back up again, finally oiling the soft skin of her inner thighs. Marion eased open her legs as Heather's hands traveled higher.

After taking time to thoroughly coat the soft skin so sensuously exposed there, Heather's excitement peaked as she neared the rounded curves of Marion's thighs and the heights of her rear mounds. To Heather's quivering delight, Marion eased her legs even wider upon the pad, opening her secret place for Heather's sight and touch.

The narrow thong barely covered the width of Marion's little bottom hole, but the dark pink spot of crinkled flesh shone through the still damp material. And below, where the fabric widened, could be seen the dark slit dividing her hairless vulva. Heather heard the blood rushing in her ears as she spied the slight bulge of Marion's inner lips where they emerged from between the plump outer folds of her pouting sex.

Marion's only comment was to languidly admonish the girl to not forget to apply some lotion to her butt. She warned that if her ass got burned, she would return the favor by pulling Heather over her knee and taking a paddle to her bare bottom until it glowed brighter than any sunburn.

Stunned by the lascivious image that sprang to mind, Heather could not decide which would be more exciting: to spread the lotion over Marion's naked bottom or to pull down her own panties and lay naked across Marion's lap while her bare ass was spanked to a rosy glow.

Flushed by the dangerous thoughts, Heather reluctantly decided the first was better: the tanned flesh of Marion's naked asscheeks lay open before her eyes, awaiting her touch and she could always dream of being punished so sensuously.

Heather's small hands slipped easily over the padded mounds of Marion's trim asscheeks, then beneath the fabric of the waistband. The vibrant flesh quivered with each pass. Daring greatly, Heather slid two fingers beneath the thong and spread the lotion along the crevice. Though Marion did not react, Heather gasped silently as she felt the wrinkled kiss of the housekeeper's bottom hole beneath her trembling fingertips.

Over once, then down to the edge of the moist slit, recoiling from such intimate contact. Despite the lotion coating her hands, Heather believed she had felt the slippery warmth of Marion's special fluids seeping from the narrow slit hidden there. The scent of the lotion intermingling with the special aroma of a woman's passion was one Heather would always remember.

Back up again, deep into the crevice then circling around and over again, Heather's oiled fingers lingered, touching and teasing the crinkled flesh of Marion's rosehole. So great was her excitement, she found it difficult to breath. Her own little pussy was gushing with intimate moisture.

Marion let Heather play for a few moments, the ordered the girl to apply the lotion to her front too. While Heather scrambled to her feet, still trying to assimilate the joy she felt at the command, Marion rose to her knees and tossed the discarded scrap of her bikini top to the table. Then she twisted around to lie down again, face up on the pad with her arms tucked high behind her head. Heather gaped for a moment, then crawled back up to kneel between Marion's legs.

The firm, unmarked flesh of Marion's naked beasts bobbed sensuously with the vibrations of Heather's movements. Minute ripples continued to run through the fleshy mounds for an instant after she settled herself.

Marion's up-thrust breasts were firm cones of flesh set high upon her chest. No hint of sag marred their untanned perfection. Protuberant aureole and gumdrop nipples capped the heavy mounds. A thrill raced through Heather's heated body as she eyed the sensual display.

Narrow triangles of alabaster flesh in the center of her breasts marked the limits of Marion's bikini top. Centered within the white triangles, rose the bursting berries of her full nipples flushed brick-red in the noonday sun. Two-tiered, they sat high upon her breasts: first the crinkled aureole rising above the surrounding white flesh, topped by the high-standing knobs of her fat red-pink nipples.

Hesitantly, almost fearfully, Heather began to smooth the lotion over Marion's taut belly and lower chest. She stared at the amazing cones of flesh, each bobbing independently before her eyes as she massaged the lotion into Marion's soft skin.

So intent was she on the lascivious sight, (and, if the truth be known, so fearful was she of actually touching the beckoning mounds) Marion had to order Heather to rub lotion on her breasts too, before the white skin burned in the fierce sunlight.

Heather was in seventh heaven. She was almost panting with embarrassed eagerness as she squirted the lotion across the naked chest, then began to massage it into Marion's chest.

The naive young girl began hesitantly. It was a moment or two before she took one of the breasts in her hands and coated the fleshy mound with lotion. She gained more confidence as she worked, but taking her time, obviously thrilled to be actually touching Marion's heavy globes.