A New Way of Seeing Things Pt. 02 Ch. 15

"Good, got her the same things I have," she said casually. "I really hope she doesn't think I'm perverted for giving her this kind of thing."

"It's a nice thing to do," Tim reassured her. "By the way, she just left."

"Oh! She did come over after all?"

"Yup, she was here when I got back, must have gotten here right after you left. She had Tigger up in the field, doing that show-ring stuff that you used to make the girls do. I swear that horse look surprised to be put through his paces again. Then she went up on the hill for a couple of hours. I offered to make her dinner when she came back, but she did all the cooking."

"She did? You must have enjoyed that."

"Well, she's no you in the kitchen, but I didn't go away hungry. Oh, and some time while she was here, she mucked the stalls."

"Well, that was all very nice of her. I hoped you thanked her." Gwen paused a moment, suddenly recalling what Tim had said earlier. "Where were you coming back from?"

"Oh, I went out to the lake."

"You usually like to go fishing first thing in the morning."

"Wasn't fishing. I went up to give that couple we met on the beach—Bob and Yvette—an estimate on their bathrooms."

Gwen was momentarily taken aback, uncertain as to what people who could be so casual about themselves in public might be like at home. "Bathrooms?" she asked, unwilling to ask the questions really on her mind. "I thought he said one bathroom."

"Actually, four. They've got a beautiful house. From the looks of it, they do pretty well."

"Oh." Gwen could not resist any longer. She looked over her shoulder at the women in the living room and lowered her voice. "Were they at least wearing clothes?"

Tim laughed. "Yes, they were wearing clothes." He chose not to add that Yvette had not bothered with a bra, the brown areolae of her nipples clearly visible under her white t-shirt.

"So, are we doing the job?"

"If they want us to, yeah. Bob said they probably won't be ready until after the holidays though."

She let the subject pass and turned to more mundane matters before the couple said their goodnights. The Lady was uneasy as she hung up, the thought of their employees somehow finding out that they had been naked on a beach with paying customers very real in her mind. Gwen could not find fault with her fears.

Liz waited forty five minutes before softly padding down the hall and checking on her daughter. "Okay," she announced softly after she returned, flipping up the screen of her computer and carefully angling it away from the direction of the bedrooms, "let's see what trouble Barry got us into."

Gwen spent the next hour marveling at the crisp, vibrant, and erotic images of two beautiful women in incredibly perverted poses. It seemed to her that Barry's camera had captured something somewhat familiar in her memories of the day at the studio while presenting it from angles and perspectives she had never imagined. The stark colors he had worked with—red lips, grey backdrop, pale and lightly tanned skin, even the color of the hair between the models' legs—seemed to brilliantly contrast, blend and pop off the screen in almost comic-book fashion. There was the dull shine of Natalie's broken-in leather collar; the almost arrogant look on Liz's face as her friend's nose was gently pressed into the rust-colored down covering her labial lips; the close-up of a hand resting on the blonde muff between her sister-in-law's legs, the index finger disappearing somewhere below. Gwen audibly gasped at the image of a tongue, Natalie's tongue she was sure although the rest of the face was not visible, poised just above what therefore had to be the crinkled muscle of Liz's anus.

"I can't believe you got that close—down there, like that," Gwen breathlessly declared.

"She gotten closer," Liz smirked.

Natalie shrugged her admission. "Wouldn't be the first time she's had me to do that."

I always ask first, just to be polite," Liz imperiously reminded her.

There was much discussion between the two models as to the relative merits of each shot, of what the client might think, before the lurid slide show finally wrapped up. Liz shut down the laptop and closed the cover. "Well, I'm going to bed. Sleep as late as you want. See you two in the morning."

Gwen looked at Natalie. "Aren't you staying with Liz tonight?"

The redheaded woman smiled and shook her head. "My ex and I have an agreement that we don't let Ashley see a parade of people going in and out of our bedrooms. He's particularly touchy about her seeing Nat and I together, so when's she's here, we stay in separate rooms so Ashley doesn't tell Daddy about Aunt Natalie sleeping in Mommy's room during our sleepover."

"You and me tonight!" Natalie exclaimed, smiling at Gwen. "Unless that would bother you..."

"No, that's alright, unless you wanted the room to yourself," she quickly added. "I can stay out here on the couch..."

Natalie laughed. "Don't be silly. Even the guest bed is big enough for two. I don't know about you, but I'm tired. Come on in when you're ready."

Gwen followed the other women down the hall, hanging back as they kissed each other on the cheek before Liz stepped into her room and closed the door behind her. Natalie entered the guest bathroom carrying her overnight bag, leaving her sister-in-law standing in the now dark hallway. She retreated to the relative safety of the guest room and waited, unsure what to do next, the thought that she was about to sleep in the same bed with someone other than Tim for the first time in her life—Miss Ritter had never offered her that luxury—foremost on her mind.

The bathroom door opened a few moments later and a still-dressed Natalie crossed the hallway to rejoin her. "All yours," she whispered as she stepped by her sister-in-law and dropped her bag. Gwen shut the door behind her to give Natalie some privacy as she took her own bag with her.

She returned a few moments later after freshening up and brushing her teeth, cautiously opening the door so as to not expose Natalie should she still be changing. Her sister-in-law was already in bed, slouching against the pillows pushed against the headboard. The lower half of her body was hidden beneath the sheets; the upper half naked and exposed. Gwen set down her bag and pulled out a nightshirt.

"You really need that?"

"I'm in someone else's home," Gwen replied, eying her sister-in-law doubtfully.

"Didn't need it last time you were here," Natalie replied with a smirk.

"Liz's daughter wasn't here last time."

"So cover up before you leave the room. Problem solved."

Gwen weighed her decision and compromised, hurriedly removing her bra but donning the nightshirt anyways, "just in case". She moved to the vacant side of the bed, pulled back the covers, lay back and flipped them back up to her neck.

Natalie reached for the lamp on her side. "Lights out?"

"Please."

The room fell dark save for the lights of the parking lot through the blinds. Natalie leaned over, kissed Gwen on the cheek, and slipped further under the covers. "G'night."

"Good night."

Gwen tossed and turned for several moments. Like I told Tim, it looks like nothing is going to happen tonight, she thought with a touch of disappointment. The Slut suggested perhaps she could make something up once she got home, just to see how he might react. Natalie rolled to her side, hand propping up her head.

"Can I ask you something?"

Gwen lay still, turning her head to look at her sister-in-law. "Of course."

"When we fool around...do you feel like you have to?"

Gwen knew what Natalie was referring to, but chose to evade. "I'm not sure what you mean?"

"Well, I'm the one who's always suggesting we get off together. You told me the reason you let your old boss do what she did was because you felt like you had to. Do you feel like you have to with me? I mean, I don't want to take advantage of you...you can say no, you know. I won't be upset or stop being your friend."

Gwen rolled to her side to face her sister-in-law. "No, it's not that..." the Lady urged her to not admit her weakness. "My conscience still has a hard time with it sometimes, and I feel a little guilty...but it's easier for me when it's you start things, if I can tell myself it wasn't my idea. I'm sorry, that's probably not fair, is it?"

Natalie smiled. "Don't worry about it. I think I'm beginning to understand you better. Just remember you can always ask for some help if you need to scratch an itch, and you can always tell me no if you don't want help, or want to help me. You know that, right?" Gwen nodded. "Good. So, did the shopping and the photos make you as horny as it made me?" Another nod. "Wanna do something about it?" Natalie flipped back the covers and reached for the hem of her bedmate's nightshirt. "Get rid of that ridiculous thing. Get naked."

Gwen rose enough to allow the shirt to be pulled over her head and casually tossed to the floor. She expected her underwear to follow, but Natalie had other ideas and bent to kiss the woman beside her while her hand lazily smoothed the skin of her stomach. Gwen reciprocated, stroking her sister-in-law's side, the feel of her smooth skin electrifying, venturing down her backside to the split of her buttocks before retreating.

Natalie's lips moved to her neck while the hand continued further down, hesitating briefly at the waistband of her panties, then sliding underneath. A finger traced a line down her labial lips without pushing in, softly petting her opening before retracing its path back up.

The hand was removed from her underwear and Gwen lost contact with the body she had been caressing as her sister-in-law got to her knees. Fingers deftly hooked into the waistband of her panties and tugged them down her legs to be discarded somewhere in the general direction of her shirt. Natalie lay back down, her body cradling Gwen's as her fingers made their way back to an expectant vulva. Soft lips kissed their way up and around her breasts until they captured her nipple, a tongue gently teasing and tickling.

Gwen's hand returned to her sister-in-law's body, this time to gently cup her right breast. The flesh was beautifully soft and yielding, and it was with some reluctance that her hand finally left the erect nipple, traveling further down to mimic Natalie's efforts. Her sister-in-law's legs opened in lewd invitation to the approaching fingers.

Gwen's imagination recalled the mental map her brain had drawn of Miss Ritter's sex many years ago—fingers slid through the small wiry patch of hair and on to bare skin that hinted of the stubble on Tim's cheek shortly after he had shaved. And then the topography changed, the high puffy mound, more yielding and spongy under her touch than her old boss's had been, descended into a furrow under her index finger, the ridgelines guiding her along delicate, loose flesh until it gave way to Natalie's opening. Gwen's finger came back up the valley, pushing down past the folds into the wetness below, until it came upon the solid outcropping of her sister-in-law's clitoris. She was sure it was just her imagination, but Natalie's sex seemed so much more warm and inviting than Miss Ritter's ever had. Gwen's own excitement swelled with the feel of the slick folds, of the protrusion under her fingertip.

"Yessss," the woman hissed, hips twitching involuntarily at the tingling of her nerve endings, her own finger reflexively driving into Gwen. Each woman's climb to orgasm kept pace with the other, both doing their best to help the other to a satisfying climax.

Natalie rolled on to all fours with a groan, her right knee firmly pressed against the crotch her hand had just vacated, her own legs spread to invite continued exploration. Large breasts dangled tantalizingly before Gwen and she impulsively pushed one towards her lips so that she might kiss the nipple that capped it.

Gwen exploded first, her hips grinding against the firmness between her legs. She was careful not to clamp down too tightly on the tender flesh between her lips, dimly aware that the opening her finger was now thrusting into had begun to grip the intruder and spasm rhythmically. Natalie managed to hold her own pose above the body below her, a soft 'oh' escaping her lips in deference to the thin walls of the bedroom. The strength of the climax finally overcame her strength and she collapsed to the side, Gwen's finger still inside of her. Their lips met as each floated back into reality.

Gwen finally opened her eyes to find Natalie looking back at her in the gloom, a serene look on her face. Her sister-in-law reached up and knocked twice on the wall behind the bed.

"Why did you do that?"

Natalie chuckled. "Liz wanted to know when we finished."

Gwen received a kiss on the cheek while her sister-in-law's arm lay casually draped across her midsection. "I don't know about you, but a good orgasm is better than any over-the-counter sleeping pill. Sleep well—kick me if I steal the covers."

"G'night." Gwen lay there, wondering what proper etiquette was in this situation. Should she get dressed? Was she expected to return the cuddle? She lay there, staring at the ceiling, eventually guiltily agreeing with the Slut's suggestion to initiate some sort of physical contact with the woman she had just shared an orgasm with. Gwen rolled to her side and gently pushed her body into the one behind her. With a contented groan, Natalie worked her own body into Gwen while her arm pulled them closer together. Gwen drifted off to sleep a few moments after a single knock came from the other side of the wall.