Chapter 4

Amanda's return from her Paris shopping trip was uneventful. She was welcomed home by her daughter, who actually looked forward to having another female to talk to in the house, besides the hired staff that is. Amanda's husband, Robert enjoyed her return to their bed in an unsurprising declaration. He embraced her as she stepped from the car.

"Hi. Welcome back. I have missed you. I''m horny as hell and hope you are too, because I plan to fuck the daylights out of you after supper."

Robert's idea of strenuous sex differed from Amanda's. It consisted of a few minutes of foreplay, mostly involving pulling and twisting her nipples, one finger stimulating her clit until it was able to detect any sign of her moisture lubricating the area and finally three minutes of vigorous in/out thrusting with Robert on top until he came inside her and then rolled off to his side of the bed. Amanda was just beginning to respond when she heard him sigh and say good night. She got up from the bed, moved quickly to the toilet to expel his semen and the sat there, trying to recall the sensations she had enjoyed in Paris.

As Spring moved closer to Summer, Amanda spent several hours each day resting and relaxing at the side of her pool, enjoying the warmth of the sun's rays, and taking an occasional dip in their Olympic size pool. Once school ended for the summer break, Cindy joined her mother, almost as a daily fixture on the deck. On warmer days, the amount of material contained in each bikini swim suit decreased. When it was "really warm" outside, Cindy's suit was not much more than a few strings and some barely large enough triangles. Amanda was not quite so daring, being more comfortable in a suit that fully covered her breasts and had and actual front and back panel to the bottom. Cindy's top, by comparison, did not fully cover her aureoles and the bottom was only two inches wide at its widest point. The suit was designed for someone that was shaved bare, which was not the case for either person.

Even before Cindy had shown any signs of entering puberty, Amanda had lectured her about the importance of being a woman, not a girl and of remaining feminine versus being a Tom-boy when given the opportunity to choose. As her body developed, she was allowed to acquire clothing and accessories that flattered her development. When her pubic hair began to fill in, and it was apparent that it would be even more plentiful than her mother's, Cindy was reminded that women had pubic hair and little girls did not, and that she should never pretend that she was something that she was not. Eventually, Amanda conceded that Cindy could trim her pubes at the line of the leg opening of her pantie. so that it was not visible when she wore shorts. Her blond bush matched her very light blond hair, being soft, wavy and full of loose curls. On her fourteenth birthday, Cindy moved from a 36 "B" cup to a full "C", and even that designation allowed for some spillage with certain bras. Topped by bright pink aureoles that were every bit of three inches across and tipped by nipples that, when aroused, extended almost three fourths of an inch, her breasts gave her a terrific figure. Some might say it was very sexy, indeed.

In the secure confines of their home, Amanda allowed that the tall hedges and shrubs surrounding their pool provided sufficient privacy to allow them to remove their bras while sun bathing. The only prying eyes that could possibly see them belonged to the housekeeping staff, all but two of whom were women, and the others too old to worry about. The privacy that they enjoyed allowed for a closeness between mother and daughter to grow strong, so that by mid summer, Cindy was sharing her innermost thoughts with her mother. One of the things that she talked about was the strange, unfamiliar feelings that she would have whenever she was with certain boys her age, or sometimes, even when she just thought about them. Amanda, after consulting with her dear friend Stephanie, concluded that it was time to explain the existence of a woman's sexual desire and discuss masturbation and arousal. She even went so far as to talk about the existence of sex toys, such as dildos and vibrators that could help a young girl overcome those awkward feelings. When Cindy asked for more information, Amanda offered to supply the appropriate toys to her daughter. That offer necessitated an urgent call to Stephanie, asking her to make the purchase and send them to Amanda.

Stephanie dutifully complied with Amanda's request, and immediately sent a five inch long plastic, rubberized vibrator shaped like a penis, smaller in diameter than the one buried in the bottom of Amanda's lingerie drawer. Amanda gave Cindy instruction on its use, and encouraged her to try it when the mood developed.

Sadly, it was bedroom boredom as usual in Amanda's bedroom. Once a week, or so, Robert would decide that he was horny and they would have sex, or at least he would deposit his sperm into his wife following three minutes of heavy breathing on his part. If his desire happened to occur during one of Amanda's cycles, she obliged him orally. Amanda had tried the dildo when she was alone, and had even put in the oval vibrator and worn it on two separate days, to no avail. She had not had an orgasm since returning from Paris, although she had been fucked at least ten times since then.

One morning, following a typical Robert performance, she had just finished breakfast and was looking out the window of the dining room when, without warning, a large part of a male body appeared in her window, directly blocking her view. Startled, she took a step back and then realized that it was only the gardener cleaning up around the bushes beneath her window. As he moved away, she saw him. It was really the first time that she ever paid attention to him, and she was shocked. "Who?" she asked herself, "Who in the world is that? I thought our gardener was an old man."

That night at dinner, she told Robert about her surprise.

"I thought our gardener was an old man, " she said to him."

"He is. The guy you saw is the landscaper, Will Something or other is his name. I dumped the other guys because they couldn't mow grass evenly. This guy has his own business and looks good to me."

"You should have told me. It really startled me." Amanda conveniently did not mention that "Will Something or other" was very good looking and had a physique that would make most women drool. "How often does this guy work on our grass?"

"Initially, he said he might have to be here several days a week, but after he gets things growing correctly, it won't be that often. Amanda changed the subject and the name of "Will Something or other" did not enter the discussion again.