Dee-lightful

DEE-LIGHTFUL.

I'm Dee Richards and I'm a mobile nail technician trading under the name of "Dee-Lightful Nails". Simply put that means that I call on clients in their own homes to give manicures and pedicures, mainly cosmetic but occasionally therapeutic as well. This is the story of a call to one of the latter.

Lara Robinson came from a newly wealthy family, the rich daughter of a successful entrepreneur and property developer, who had married into what is commonly known as ‘the old money' - although in the case of Christopher Robinson that money was mostly conspicuous by its absence. Lara had been in her early thirties and he about eight years older when they had married some six years previously. But then, only a few months after the wedding, she was diagnosed with ovarian cancer and spent the next three years fighting for her life. She was now in long term remission with good prospects of being declared completely clear. But the disease had taken its toll and had left her unable to bear children, and that was something that Christopher found unforgivable and for which he would divorce her if he thought he could afford to. She had also lost weight, her dark brown hair had become well peppered with grey though she was not yet forty and her nails had become weak and yellowed from the effects of chemotherapy. That's where I came in, calling once a fortnight to cut, shape and file her nails, then to whiten them and apply a coat of strengthening lacquer

The Robinsons lived in an old Regency manor house that Lara's money had bought but which Christopher had chosen because he believed it suited his ‘status'. It was tucked away at the end of country lane and, with Lara's agreement, I had made it the last call of the day simply because the quiet, sedate drive there was a good way to unwind after rushing around all day. So it was early evening when I pulled through the ivy covered gateway into the manor house yard.

I parked my more modest wheels beside Lara's current model Audi convertible, and then frowned as I saw damage to the front of that beautiful car. It had clearly been involved in some sort of incident and my immediate thought was for Lara, not just as a client but as someone I liked as a person. I hauled my battered equipment case from my back seat and set off hurriedly across the gravel for the door.

Lara was longer answering the door than usual and when she did she was wearing a loose fitting blue kimono rather than her normally elegant attire. The reason was immediately obvious because she was also wearing a high surgical collar and had her right arm in a cast. The cast was bent at the elbow to hold her arm awkwardly at right angles and the collar prevented her from looking anywhere but straight ahead. Combine that with a few yellowing bruises and several stitches over one eyebrow and Lara presented a personification of the walking wounded. In other circumstances I would have been hard put not to smile, but to see the tall, elegant woman in such a state could only evoke genuine sympathy.

‘What happened to you?'

‘Would you like the condensed or the full version?' Lara smiled ruefully as she held open the door for me to enter.

‘Condensed will do for now. You can tell me the rest as I do your nails.'

‘Condensed is simple. I tried to park the car in a tree. Don't try it yourself Dee, it doesn't work.'

I followed Lara through into the kitchen, wondering what had actually happened.

‘How? I mean why? Here let me do that.'

Lara was struggling to fill a kettle for their usual pre-manicure coffee so this time I took it and did the job for her.

‘It makes a change for me to make the coffee.' I commented, trying to make small talk.

‘Just so long as you don't add it to my bill.' Lara smiled.

‘I'll only charge you for your nails, anything else is gratis.' I promised.

I looked over my shoulder as I spooned creamer into the two mugs, feeling a wave of sympathy for the Lara I saw sitting awkwardly at the kitchen table, fidgeting as if she couldn't find a comfortable way to sit. After all she had been through health wise this seemed so unfair. But then, I reminded myself, I didn't know the full story yet.

The explanation that came over coffee did nothing to lessen my sympathy, in fact quite the reverse. Lara had been tipped off that her husband was seeing someone else and she decided to confront him. Far from denying it Christopher had readily admitted the fact and a full scale row had developed that ended when he threw her sterility at her, stating that a son and heir had to be got from somewhere, and if she couldn't...? He had let the question hang and Lara had fled the house sobbing.

She had jumped into her car and driven away, anywhere, just away. Unfortunately negotiating country lanes at speed with a mind full of betrayal and eyes full of tears could only end one way, and it did. The worst of it was that as she sat in the crashed car waiting for the emergency services to arrive, her husband's Range Rover had come along the same road, slowed when he saw the wreck, and then sped away without stopping. Lara could easily have been bleeding to death for all he knew, but that would not have made the slightest difference to Christopher except to offer him an easy way to be rid of her. She had not heard from him since and she assumed he had gone to stay with his mistress until he found out how Lara had fared.

‘What are you going to do now?' I asked, lifting my case onto the table to begin my real function.

‘Well.' She began with a twinkle in her eye. ‘I can either repair the car and scrap the marriage, or repair the marriage and scrap the car.' She wriggled uncomfortably before continuing. ‘It's not nice to see your so-called soul mate drive straight past when you need him most, and anyway I quite like that car. I guess I've been too much of a doormat and he's got used to getting away with almost anything.'

‘Repair the car.' I advised her. ‘Don't let him get away with this.'

‘I think I've already made that decision, I've just got to tell myself.'

I took Lara's plastered arm, laid the hand on a rolled up towel as gently as I could and took a cotton bud to clean the old varnish from her nails. ‘How long have you got to wear this plaster?' I asked as I worked.

‘I've cracked a bone in my elbow and they reckon it'll be a few weeks, but, oh boy, will I be glad to see it gone.'

‘And the collar?' In a way I was just making polite conversation, but I'll admit to being curious as well. In any case Lara was part client, part friend and I was genuinely concerned.

‘That's not so bad, just a touch of whiplash so I should be rid of that next week, I bloody well hope.'

‘Must make life awkward.' I remarked.

‘Does now I'm on my own. That's why I'm wearing this.' She indicated her kimono. ‘Getting dressed is such a problem.'

‘Oh well, look on the bright side. At least you didn't break a nail.'

‘Trust you.' Lara giggled and then continued more seriously. ‘Thanks Dee, you can always make me smile. I look forward to your visits, you know.'

I didn't know and it made me feel good to be told. I squeezed Lara's fingers and smiled back. ‘I'm glad, I see you as a friend as well as a customer.'

I released Lara's hand and reached for the other, noticing her pull a face as she shifted her position to comply.

‘Hurting?' I asked sympathetically.

‘No, not hurting.' She shuffled in her seat, frowning slightly. ‘Just a bit uncomfortable.'

‘I'm sorry. Would it be better another way?'

‘No, I'm all right. Just ignore me.'

I cleaned off the second hand and then put a stool beside me, ready to begin on her toes. This time she actually winced as she turned to face me and raise her first foot. Clearly something was wrong, but then I saw a large scab on her knee and I took that to be the cause of her discomfort.

‘Is that what's hurting?' I asked, anxious to find a way to minimise the problem.

‘No, that's just a bit stiff.' She smiled shyly. ‘It's nothing really, Dee.'

I didn't push it, I just carried on with my work, trying not to move the foot any more than I could help, and I was extra careful when I changed feet. That seemed to pay off, because Lara showed hardly any sign of discomfort as I lowered one and raised the other. But then, a few minutes later, she was wriggling her bottom discreetly in her seat, and I just had to ask.

‘What's up, have you got a feather in your pants?' I asked jokingly.

‘I might as well have.' Lara replied. ‘Sorry Dee, I just can't get comfortable, it's nothing really.'

‘Yes it is.' I insisted. ‘What's the problem?'

‘It's embarrassing.' She looked as if she wanted to say more, but she stopped short.

‘And so?' I prompted.

‘If I tell you, will you promise not to laugh?'

‘I promise.' I told her. ‘You've sparked my curiosity now.'

‘Really promise?' I nodded and Lara continued, apparently satisfied. ‘It's just that I usually shave, you know....' She pointed towards her crotch, her face reddening. ‘Down there. And I was overdue for one when this all happened.'

She looked at me as if checking for laughter.

‘Now I'm well overdue and I can't see to do it with this collar on. I'm all bristly, and it's itching like hell. I've been sitting with my legs open, but I can't do that in company.'

She looked so embarrassed that I couldn't quite suppress a smile, but I knew that for this normally rather reserved woman the admission must have come at a price.

‘Lara, it's your home. You must sit however you feel comfortable, I won't mind.'

‘I can't.' She stated flatly. ‘I don't have any underwear on.'

‘Don't be silly. You won't show anything with that kimono on, and even if you did, you've only got the same as I've got.'

Lara looked relieved as she let her knees drift apart, adjusting her kimono to cover herself at the same time. But from my position bent over her foot I got a very quick glimpse of her unshaven pubes and my heart went out to her. I shave my own pubes and I know what it's like if they're allowed to grow back. Perhaps that's what triggered my next remark, spoken before I'd really thought about it.

‘When I've done your nails, would you like me to shave it for you?'

Lara looked shocked, and for a moment I thought she was offended, but then her expression softened.

‘No, it's all right, but thank you for the offer, I do appreciate it. I'll be able to do it myself next week.'

‘And I can do it this week.' I told her sternly. ‘Look, don't be silly. We're two women together and no one else will ever know.'

She hesitated, dithering between shame and comfort.

‘Don't worry, I won't charge.' I quipped, trying to lift the conversation. ‘And I know what I'm doing, I shave mine as well.'

She still hesitated for what seemed like forever, but then she suddenly gave a quick smile and nodded, decision made. ‘Then yes. It would be a great help, thank you.'

She paused and then added. ‘I don't suppose I could impose on you to do these as well, could I?' She indicated her armpits. ‘I can reach one, but with this damn cast on there's no way I can reach the other.'

‘Yes, of course I can, as soon as I've finished here.' I pointed to her toes.

The conversation returned to more mundane topics while I worked on her toenails, and then made another coffee for us both while the varnish dried. But then, when everything else was done and the coffee was finished I returned to that other subject.

‘Do you still want me to...?' I let the question tail away, unexpectedly suffering from my own bout of awkwardness.

‘Oh, yes please. It's driving me mad.'

I couldn't back out after that heartfelt plea, so I pushed my own embarrassment to one side. ‘Where do you want to be? I mean where would be most comfortable for you?

She had to think about it for a moment or two, but then she made up her mind. ‘In the bedroom. If I can lie flat on my back it won't bother the cast or the collar, if you're sure you don't mind, that is?'

‘Why should I mind?'

‘Because you'll have to see a middle aged woman without her clothes on, and that can't be a pretty sight for a young thing like you.'

‘Just before forty-o-clock is middle-aged now is it? I asked with a grin. ‘Don't be silly, I'm removing unwanted body hair not judging a beauty contest. And even if I was I reckon you'd figure in the prizes somewhere.'

We made our way carefully up the stairs to Lara's room, the small size of it surprising me until I thought about it.

‘Yes, we slept separately.' Lara explained, seeing where my gaze was resting. ‘You won't be surprised that he kicked me out into a guest room, will you? And in my own house too.'

‘I'm sorry Lara.'

‘Don't be. I really didn't mind sleeping alone when I thought he was doing the same, though I did get through a few batteries.' She threw me a wry smile, looking for my understanding. ‘But I'll tell you something. As soon as I get rid of this cast I'm moving back into the marital bed, and then look out world because I could do with some really hot sex.'

She paused.

‘I'm sorry Dee, I shouldn't talk like that, I'm embarrassing you. But it's just that I've almost forgotten what it's like to have some real fun in bed.

‘You don't have to be sorry.' I assured her. ‘I know exactly how you feel. My so-called partner would sooner watch the telly most of the time.'

I helped Lara shed her kimono, trying as much as I could not to stare at her while she got used to my presence in her bedroom. She was perhaps a little bit on the skinny side due to her illness, but an awful lot of models would die for her figure, and her poise. She really was a beautiful woman regardless of what she had said about herself. In fact I was almost jealous of the pert little breasts I couldn't help but peek at. What man, I thought, could turn his back on a woman like that? I spread a bath sheet on the bed to protect it and then turned away discreetly to hang her kimono in the wardrobe, listening to her climb onto the bed, gasping as she lowered herself carefully onto her back.

‘Ready?' I asked.

‘Yes, so long as you're sure you really don't mind.'

‘Will you stop that? For the last time, I really don't mind. Now, I guess I'll find everything I need in the bathroom?'

‘You should do. Thank you Dee, you're a friend.'

‘No problem.'

I couldn't help but look at her quickly again as I headed for the connecting door and it was a lovely mental image of her on her back, naked and vulnerable, that I took with me into the bathroom. I tried to push it from my mind and busy myself collecting together the various things that I needed, but I was still very conscious of the woman who waited for me next door. There was something about her that made my task far more pleasurable than onerous.

I took the tray carrying everything I needed through to the bedroom and placed it on a side table and only then did I take a real look at Lara's naked body. I don't know why I'd been so careful not to openly gaze at her nakedness before, probably I didn't want to embarrass her, or maybe I just didn't want her to think there was an ulterior motive to my offer. Anyway, I did look now, and the first thing that caught my eye was a fading bruise across one breast and another beneath the other one, bruises that looked severe enough to still be tender.

‘Seatbelt.' Lara explained succinctly, noticing my gaze. ‘You should have seen them the day after.'

‘Ouch. Sooner you than me.'

‘They tell me I was lucky not to break a rib or two.'

There was not a lot of padding on Lara's torso and I could well imagine ribs cracking under the sudden tightening of her seatbelt. I winced to myself at the thought before I forced my mind back to the job in hand.

‘Right, shall we begin under your arms?'

‘Yes, and thank you, Dee.'

‘It'll be my pleasure, Lara.' I told her.

‘I think I'll get more pleasure from what you're doing to me than you will from doing it.' Lara replied, and then threw her good hand over her mouth. ‘Oh, sorry, I didn't mean it like that.'

We both laughed at the unintentional double-entrendre, and that served to lighten the mood and lift with any further embarrassment.

Her underarms were easily done, although the cast and collar both made things a little awkward. I tried to be careful not to touch Lara's bruised breast as I worked on that side, but even so I caught her rather prominent nipple on a couple of occasions, once causing a tiny intake of breath.

‘Sorry, did I catch you?'

‘No, it's all right. I'm just not used to anyone else touching me.'

I wasn't quite so careful with the other, uninjured, side, finding an odd pleasure in making contact with the soft warm flesh. It occurred to me that she might think I was taking advantage in some way, but she didn't object to my touch and I found myself becoming deliberately more adventurous, actually resting my hand on her breast briefly at one point. I looked at Lara's face as I did it, wary of offending her, but her expression was entirely neutral and I was unable to read any response at all. There was nothing particularly erotic in my mind just then, only a sense of mischief and a silly devilish desire to see what I could get away with. It had not really registered with me at that point that I soon would, of necessity, be touching Lara far more intimately.

‘Thank you.' Lara said as I finished that first part of my task, her voice carrying an unidentifiable something that I put down to embarrassment.

‘You're more than welcome.' I told her, meaning it.

She shuffled herself into a more comfortable position and then slowly lay back, easing herself down again before opening her legs wide for me, apparently now more at ease with me looking at her. I moved around the bed until I was in front of her and then, trying not to stare, I took a facecloth from my bowl of water and wrung it out.

‘This is hot.' I warned, spreading the cloth out and then placing it firmly over Lara's pussy, moulding it to her shape. It seemed strange feeling the soft contours of someone else's pussy under my hand, but I didn't feel as awkward about doing it as I thought I would.

The cloth was hot, intentionally just bearably so, and while I waited for the damp heat to help soften the bristles I unthinkingly rested my hands on Lara's thighs. To my surprise she reached down and placed her hands over mine, interlinking our fingers. I looked up, surprised at her action, and she smiled affectionately, surprising me even more.

‘It feels good.' She told me. ‘I hope it doesn't bother you, doing that.'

‘Good.' I smiled and lightly squeezed Lara's fingers. ‘And it doesn't bother me at all.'

It didn't, and if truth be told I was finding it slightly wicked, exciting even. After a few minutes I quietly untangled our fingers, then took away the cloth and sprayed some shaving foam into my hand from a can on the tray. Then I began smoothing the foam over Lara's skin, gently but thoroughly covering the entire area of her hair. It was an unfamiliar but not unpleasant sensation for my fingers to be moving over another woman's pussy covered in soft moist foam. I wasn't quite sure how Lara felt, for she closed her eyes almost as if trying to deny it was happening.

‘Don't worry, I won't hurt you.' I told her, wondering if she was scared of being cut.

A quick smile flitted across her face. ‘I know you won't. It feels a bit too nice, that's all.'

I smiled to myself at her reply and told myself I had to try and make it stay nice. I picked up a disposable razor, dipped it into the bowl of water and began to shave Lara's pussy, lightly but firmly drawing the razor across her pubes and stripping away the offending stubble to leave beautifully smooth soft skin behind.

I worked steadily, rinsing the hair from the razor at intervals as I progressed around the sides of Lara's labia. Drawing the skin tight for the razor, especially around the edges and just above her clitoris, brought me into closer contact with another woman's pussy than I'd ever imagined I would be, but I was finding the whole thing giving me a strange thrill. I looked at Lara's face, trying to read her reactions, but with her eyes still tightly shut it wasn't easy. All I could be sure of was that there was no tightness in her features that would betray aversion and her breathing sounded as if she might even be getting a little bit turned on. For some reason that thought gave me an extra buzz, although I became a little worried that she might think I was trying to arouse her on purpose.

Eventually all hair was gone and with unexpected regret I realised that to continue would only make Lara sore. I put down the razor and, rinsing the cloth in clean water, I gently washed her pussy free of any stray hairs and shaving foam. Then I leaned back a little to survey my handiwork.

‘Now you look absolutely beautiful, good enough to eat.'

I felt my face go red. I hadn't meant that the way it sounded. Fortunately Lara didn't seem to have picked up on its double meaning, but to my complete astonishment what I had nearly said made my heart and my pussy both flutter with excitement.

I dabbed Lara dry with a second towel then gently rubbed moisturiser into her skin. It was a delightfully intimate contact and I found myself continuing to stroke Lara's pussy long after there was any need. During one of my long sweeps along her pussy one of my fingertips made contact with the tip of Lara's clit. Whether I did it accidentally or purposely I'm not completely sure myself, but the effect on Lara was to bring a grunt of pleasure from her lips, followed by a completely unexpected "again".

To my own surprise I was only too willing to oblige and so I deliberately ran my fingertip over the end of Lara's clitoris. Another little cry escaped her lips and her body jerked in reaction, making her bent legs kick the air. She hooked her good hand behind her knee, pulling her leg back and opening herself up more for me to touch her again. There was no mistaking her wishes now and so I openly placed my fingers against her pussy, rubbing gently on her clit. It took less than a minute of this before Lara began making a quiet keening sound. I grinned happily to myself, knowing that I was actually going to help another woman to come.

The noises in Lara's throat quickly increased in intensity and volume and her pelvis began to twitch. Then her closed eyes were squeezed even more tightly shut until suddenly, at the moment her orgasm struck, they flew open and locked with mine. Her hips jerked and shuddered, her breath came in short noisy gasps between long holds, her lips sagged open and her eyes, still fixed on mine, took on a faraway look of intense pleasure.

It was a long and powerful climax, and when it did subside and Lara was once more in control of herself she lowered her legs to either side of me, not caring that her pussy was still on show, and mouthed a silent and bright eyed thank you. I smiled back at her and just knelt there, sharing her moment of release. I was surprised at how quickly and easily she had come, perhaps because what led up to it had been so unexpected. I think we probably both now had to think about the irrevocable step that our relationship had just taken. I don't think either of us was certain what we really thought of it or how we should react, I know that's certainly true for me; I was frightened that she might think my offer to shave her had been only a pretext for what followed. I'd have hated her to think of me as a closet lesbian out to take advantage of her clients.

For a long minute we remained like that in tableau, until Lara hauled herself carefully up the bed and tapped the place beside her with her good hand in an obvious invitation. I lifted myself from my haunches and climbed onto the bed next to her, glad that she wasn't angry. Then, acting on an instinct I didn't fully understand I leaned over her, cautiously threaded my arms about her and took her into a careful embrace. For just a second or so Lara hesitated, but then she put her unplastered arm around me too and we held each other as tight as her injuries would allow.

‘Thank you for doing that, I needed it.' She whispered in my ear. ‘Nobody has touched me like that for a long time.'

‘I'm pleased I did, but I didn't intend to.' I assured her, ‘But I just couldn't resist, even though I've never touched a woman before.'

‘Never?' Lara sounded surprised. ‘I thought you must have. Otherwise I wouldn't have let you carry on.'

‘Never.' I repeated. ‘I never have. But thank you for the compliment.'

‘I have.' She admitted. ‘But it's been years since I did.'

That came as a bit of a bombshell and for a moment I didn't know what to make of it. I'd never thought that Lara might be that way inclined, but then I'd never looked on her a sexual being at all. It had just never occurred to me. And there was me worrying what she thought of me.

I lifted myself onto my elbows in surprise and looked down at her. ‘I didn't know you liked women.'

‘Why would you?' She asked me with a wry smile. Why would I indeed, it had been none of my concern before just now.

‘It's been a long time.' She expanded. ‘I thought I'd left that part of me behind when I got married.'

We looked at each other silently before she spoke again.

‘And now I've made you regret it, haven't I.'

‘No.' I told her forcefully and truthfully. ‘Because I'd never done it before doesn't mean I didn't enjoy it.'

‘I'm glad. It would be terrible if you didn't like it too.'

I rolled to the side and propped myself on one arm, surveying the naked woman beside me. "Would you like me to do it again?'

‘A lovely thought, Dee, but you don't want to have to keep playing with me.'

‘I don't have to, but I would like to.' I leaned over and gently kissed the nipple of her bruised breast, deliberately doing something else I'd never done before. ‘I enjoyed touching you then, and I would again.'

Lara sighed a sigh of pure pleasure. ‘Won't your husband be expecting you?'

‘He won't miss me until the beer runs out.' I'd never made it a secret from Lara that my husband was a layabout. ‘I want to touch you again, Lara, Would you like me to?'

‘You know I would.' Lara capitulated. ‘But first I'd love it if you were dressed like me.'

That was a big dose of reality. Up until that moment it had just been me playing with her, but if I was undressed too it would be both of us playing together even if she remained the passive partner due to her injuries. It was a hard step to take, but my heart told me what to do. I stood up and slipped my things off to stand beside her bed, naked and smiling.

‘You are beautiful.' She whispered.

I thought I had a few pounds to spare but who am I to dismiss a compliment. ‘Thank you.' I answered simply.

‘Would you kiss me?' She asked softly, her expression showing how much she wanted to, but how unsure she was about asking.

I didn't answer in words. I'd already emotionally committed myself by undressing and so it was relatively easy for me to lie with her on the bed again. I'd come to terms with what was happening and so I wanted to kiss her too, I wanted it badly. Lara's mouth opened nervously as I leaned eagerly towards her, her full lips making soft and feminine contact my slightly thinner ones. She seemed surprised at my eagerness, momentarily pulling back, but she quickly recovered when she realised I meant it, and then we kissed each other passionately and deeply, our tongues probing each other, dancing and entwining within our mouths. That first kiss was long and ardent, and very meaningful for both of us, and it was immediately followed by a second and then a third and more, all equally enthusiastic until Lara broke away, fighting for breath.

‘Jesus, Dee, your kisses are out of this world.' She gasped excitedly.

‘So are yours.' I panted, meaning that too. ‘Now please can I touch you?'

‘Touch me, play with me, do anything you like with me, I don't care. I'm just sorry it's only one way traffic.'

The first thing I did was to kiss Lara's breast again. The one before had been just a quick peck to make point, but now I could let it develop properly. It felt so good. It was in effect my first move in having intentional sex with a woman, rather than my earlier mischief that went too far. Now I was making love to Lara, she knew it and, more importantly, so did I.

I smothered her breast with gentle kisses, pressing my mouth gently into the soft flesh, sometimes letting my tongue lick her lightly. I listened to her breathing, hearing little murmurs of pleasure hidden within it, especially when I eventually took the hard nub of her nipple into my mouth and gently nibble on it. I was loving it, flicking her nipple with my tongue, sucking it into my mouth, biting it, squeezing it between my lips, but all the time I wanted to take things further and almost of its own volition my hand began to explore steadily, if somewhat nervously, southwards, circling Lara's navel before reaching downwards for her pussy.

For all that I was completely turned on and totally fired up with desire; my first touch on her pussy this time was very soft and very uncertain. I wanted to go straight for her centre, but the unmistakably sexual reason for what I was doing meant that I still hesitated. Instead of following my urge I found myself tentatively tracing her labia with little spidery touches, skittering lightly over the folds of skin and running up and down the length of her slit, unable to act as boldly as I felt. But Lara didn't mind, in fact it appeared to be just what she needed, for the fleeting touches seemed to be turning her on even more. She spread her legs wider, clearly inviting me to discover her, to probe her secret places as I hadn't done before.

For a while I kept to the edge of her pussy, my fingertips tracing the outline from her pubic mound right down almost to the crack of her bottom, just enjoying feeling the texture, the smoothness of her freshly shaven skin. Then, as I became more familiar with Lara's body and got used to the idea of touching her, I moved on to more intimate places, searching between her labia to find the wetness of her juices, following them back to their source at the mouth of her vagina, and then going past that, down further, down a slippery path until I suddenly reached her anus, wet and slick with her own lubrication. That wasn't quite where I wanted to be and so I retreated just a little, finding her vagina again and circling its entrance, teasing, pretending to enter but staying outside.

‘Mmmmm! That's so good.' Lara whispered. ‘It's lovely to feel your fingers wandering all over me. Do it some more, go up inside me if you like, I don't mind what you do.'

I smiled around her nipple, happy at the very blunt invitation but not quite ready to take her up on it. But at least I knew that Lara was enjoying being played with as much as I enjoyed doing it. I drew my fingers back up her slit, up between her pussy lips until suddenly I reached the little hard button of her clitoris peeking out from under its hood. Lara's body jerked at the contact and she gasped out loud.

‘Oh God, do that again.'

I did, letting my fingertip brush lightly against her clit, and then again, and again. Lara's back was lifting from the bed, her hips thrusting upwards, seeking a stronger contact. It was time for me to see what I was doing, and so I released her nipple and shuffled down the bed, turning as I went to look over the top of her mound to see what my fingers were doing. In my mind was the thought that I wanted to watch when Lara came, and from as close to her pussy as possible.

‘Yes, I like that you're looking at me. I hope you can see everything.'

I was surprised but happy about Lara's increasing lack of inhibitions. Gone was the shy woman who had worried about revealing herself to be shaved. Now she was aroused she was almost aggressively unrestrained. The thought suddenly flashed into my mind that uninjured she would make a fabulously uninhibited lover, and I felt my own pussy lubricate at the possibilities.

I wriggled further down, looking over her thigh, watching my own fingers part Lara's labia to reveal the wetness of her vagina, red and gaping. It looked so inviting. I knew what I wanted to do but I wasn't sure I had the nerve. I stalled, rubbing her clitoris once more with my fingertips while I prevaricated. Each time I touched her there was a little gasp of pleasure and I realised that each was getting a little louder and less controlled than the previous one. I couldn't stop now, I'd missed the chance.

Suddenly Lara cried out. ‘I'm going to come. I can't help it, I'm coming.'

Her gasps now became a torrent of cries, she squirmed as she lay on the bed and then her knees jerked as if opening and closing, and Lara exploded into her second orgasm. How I managed to keep rubbing her clit all through her climax I don't know, her involuntary jerks and jolts made it almost impossible, but I coped and when the climax finally subsided I let my hand rest loosely between her legs, happy that I'd been able to give her such pleasure.

‘Oh my god, thank you, thank you my angel, that was wonderful.' Lara had subsided into a sweaty trembling heap on the bed, her free hand fluttering over her body as if checking that she was still intact.

She looked down at me and smiled, her chest heaving. ‘You've made me so happy today.' She told me.

I'd made my decision. I'd missed out through hesitation; it wasn't going to happen again. ‘Who says we're finished yet?' I asked her.

‘I don't think I can stand anymore.' She looked as though she meant it.

‘I bet you can.' I told her, moving around so that I was crouching between her legs, my intention made clear. ‘I want to do it.'

She didn't answer, she just closed her eyes as if waiting for the inevitable, still breathing heavily but licking her lips as in anticipation. I had her silent approval, now I just needed the courage. I had no idea what it was going to be like, no idea if I would like it; I just knew I had to try it.

I looked at her pussy, her labia were red and swollen and her lubricating juices were quite literally running from her, making a little damp spot on the bed. She was waiting for me. I moved forward, putting my hands behind her legs and pushing them back, and then I did it; I lowered my mouth to her pussy.

At first I did with my tongue as I had done with my fingers, gently licking her labia, skirting around the edge of her pussy, down one side and up the other, initially reluctant to venture further in case my inexperience spoiled it. But I could hear Lara's breathing deepening again, and her hand came down to rest on my head, pressing me gently onto her. And so my confidence grew until my tongue worked its way between her outer lips and I began to lick her pussy properly in long sweeps from her perineum to her clitoris, feeling her jerk with pleasure from the sensations. Sometimes I paused at the entrance to her vagina and let my tongue flick inside her, to be rewarded with a gasp of delight. I felt good about her reactions, my heart was hammering with excitement and I could feel my own pussy melting, lubricating with my own need. But that would have to wait, I could pull in somewhere on the way home and see to that. For the moment my attention was on what I was doing and how well I was pleasuring Lara.

As I became more confident I added to my repertoire, doing more things that I'd never done before, things that gave me a thrill, like trying to push my tongue right into her, as deep as it would go anyway, and licking the inside of her entrance. That was rewarded by a long low moan of satisfaction, especially when I began thrusting my tongue in and out of her vagina like a miniature cock. It wasn't possible to do that for long before it began to ache, and in any case my tongue wasn't long enough to penetrate her properly. Irrelevantly I began to appreciate the men who had done it to me, and like them I kept it up for as long as I could. Finally moving away I trailed my mouth up her slit, sucking at her pussy all the way and feeling my face becoming wet with her juices, until at last I sucked her clit in between my lips. She gasped loudly as I did that, and so I carried on, covering my teeth with my lips and nibbling at her button, biting it gently at first and then not so gently, all the time sucking it hard. But I hadn't forgotten her hole, I moved a hand from her leg and wriggled it between my face and her entrance before pushing it in deep, feeling the inside of another woman's tunnel for the very first time. Now I was fingering her and sucking her clit at the same time, what a thrill it was for me, and apparently for Lara too, for she began twisting and squirming in front of me. It was making it hard to keep her clit between my teeth, but I sensed that she was getting close to coming again and so I simply had to bite harder, only to have her jerk away and physically pull her button from between my teeth. It must have hurt, but instead of putting her off as I feared, she gasped loudly and pushed my head back in towards her pussy, wanting me to continue.

I did, loving every minute of it. I set up a kind of rhythm, gripping her clit between my teeth and flicking its end with the tip of my tongue, while at the same time thrusting my finger in and out of her. She gasped and jerked, but now she had her hand on my head and simply used that, pushing me in to her to make sure we stayed in contact. That was one of the most exciting things about it, her hand pushing my face into her pussy. I could feel her wet flesh warm against my skin, my nose just about topping her mound, filled with the scent of her arousal. She was coming again, I could tell, her writhing became more intense, her gasps turned into the keening noise I'd heard before, and her fingers turned into claws that dug into my scalp.

When her climax hit her there was no way I could keep her clit in my mouth, regardless of her hand trying to guide me, her movements were just too strong. Instead I pulled slightly away and watched her come, adding a second finger in her hole and fingering her as hard and rapidly as I could. She released my head, her fingers going where my mouth had been, rubbing her clit as hard as she could while I fingered her, helping me bring her off. I just stared, mesmerised. I'd never seen a woman rub herself off before, even if it was to help me finish her, and it seemed to me to be one of the sexiest things I'd ever witnessed.

I could tell when her climax was ending this time because she stopped rubbing herself and let her fingers rest loosely on her shaven mound, and so I also stopped thrusting into her and withdrew my fingers, even though she was still shuddering and gasping with aftershocks. I moved back to kneel on the edge of the bed and just stared at her beauty, listening to her gasping for breath after her climax and feeling unthinkingly proud of myself.

But then, as I watched her recover from her climax, I started thinking about my own needs. I was so turned on it almost hurt. I'd done things I'd never thought of doing - and enjoyed them, oh how I'd enjoyed them. Now I wanted my own release. But Lara wasn't able to pleasure me and I so desperately needed to come. I wondered if I dare pleasure myself as she partly had. I felt a sudden urge to let her see me do it. I wondered if she'd mind, and mostly, if I'd have the nerve. If not then a lay-by on the way home was a certainty.

‘That was fantastic.' Lara's voice cut across my thoughts. ‘Thank you.'

‘It was genuinely my pleasure.' I told her. ‘I loved doing it.'

‘I don't think I've come three times in one go since before I met Christopher.' She enthused, adding dryly. ‘Shows you how good he was.'

She stopped and looked up at me. ‘But you've not come once, have you?'

This was my chance, if I dare. I made myself. ‘No, not yet. Would you let me do it for myself? I wouldn't mind you watching if you want.'

‘Could you do that?' She asked, sounding far more positive than I expected. ‘I'd love that; I just wish I could help.'

‘You can.' I told her. ‘Just watch me.'

I moved up and straddled her legs, then I reached down between mine to find my pussy, I was absolutely soaking wet down there. I ran my fingers along my slit a time or two, just to get used to touching myself with someone else there, before I found my button and, by trapping it between two fingers, I began to pleasure myself, all the time staring straight at Lara. She was hampered by her collar, but she was gazing back at me, her eyes flicking from my face to my pussy. God, it was such a randy scenario. Who would ever have thought when I turned up to do the nails of such an elegant lady that we'd both end up naked and I'd be kneeling over her and masturbating? But I was, and it was a wonderful sensation.

‘Come closer.' She whispered suddenly. ‘Kneel over my stomach so that I can help.'

Immediately I knew what she meant. Why hadn't we thought of it before? I suppose seeing me straddling her thighs had given her the idea that if I was closer she could probably reach me with her good hand. I moved up the bed, still kneeling over her with my legs wide, careful not to catch her injured arm with my knee, and put my hand back between my legs, searching for my clitoris again. She waited for the moment when I began to rub myself once more and then I felt her hand on my leg, running up it towards my pussy.

Her collar held her head too far back to properly see where she was headed and so I had the lovely erotic sensation of her sliding her hand along my thigh and then fumbling for my entrance. God, but that felt so good, especially when I felt two fingers slip straight into me. I tipped my head back and groaned with pleasure from the first time a woman had ever touched me.

Lara didn't just finger me, she didn't just thrust her fingers in and out, but instead she waggled them as if they were walking inside me and twisted them round and round at the same time. It isn't something you could easily do to yourself, you just can't, and so I guess it came from her earlier experiences, but, oh boy, along with me rubbing my own clit it felt wonderful. I was hot before we started and it didn't take long before I could feel my climax looming over the horizon.

‘God, Lara, that's fantastic.' I could hardly get the words out I was so aroused.

‘Sshhh.' She whispered. ‘Just enjoy it. I owe you this.'

As I got closer to coming I tried to push myself harder onto her fingers, lifting slightly to drop back hard, but it didn't work. In the end I resorted to bouncing up and down on her hand, feeling her other curled back fingers ramming against my pussy, while all the time I played with my own clit, rubbing it harder and harder. It didn't take much of that before my orgasm burst like a dam, flooding me with the most exquisite sensations and making me cry out loud with joy.

When it finally subsided I sagged down so that I was pretty much sitting on her stomach, her hand still trapped between us and her fingers still inside me. She made to pull it free, but I just wanted to enjoy the feel of it for a little longer. I shook my head.

‘Stay there, please stay there.' I begged, the words coming between gasps of breath. ‘I just want to remember the feeling.'

She smiled up at me. ‘Was it good?'

‘You know it was.' I gasped.

‘Can you come again?'

‘If you keep doing that, I'll keep coming forever.' I told her, almost believing it.

‘I want to do to you what you did to me.' She announced quietly. ‘I think I can if you kneel over my face.'

‘Oh heaven.' I exclaimed, my eyes lighting up at the thought. ‘Just let me get my breath back.'

But it was me who couldn't wait. I scrambled around and did as she asked. I had to face away from her to keep my knee out of the way of her plastered arm, but very quickly she was guiding me down onto her mouth with her free hand while I gripped the top of her headboard, looking directly at a magnolia painted wall. But who cared, I was about to be licked by Lara.

Unlike my own rather uncertain beginning, her first contact had all the confidence of experience, her tongue brushing lightly along the entire length of my pussy. I gasped with pure delight, partly at the touch, but also from the exhilarating knowledge that it was Lara doing it. Everything was new to me, from the feel of her body when I first touched her to the wonderful sensation of her touching me. It was a whole new world and I was utterly enjoying exploring it. I didn't care what questions it might raise about my sexuality, I just loved what was happening and I was so pleased it was Lara who was introducing me to it.

Twice more the tip of her tongue ran along my cleft, each time making me gasp from the intensity of the pleasure, and then she began to explore me, her tongue parting my labia and investigating between them. She found the entrance to my vagina and probed there, pushing her tongue inside me before moving on and up towards my clit. Her surgical collar caught on my bottom, but it didn't matter, except to remind me of her limited mobility, I moved back a fraction, making it easier for her to reach my button, her hand on my leg guiding me how far to go.

She didn't do to my clit what I'd done with hers. Her style was not to pull it into her mouth but to stroke it with her tongue. She fastened her mouth over it and then licked me firmly with the flat of her tongue. It felt fabulous. She went back and forth across it, swirled around it, pressed it and then flicked it. I was groaning from the beautiful sensations she engendered, my hips jolting involuntarily as darts of ecstasy shot through me. I had only very recently come, but I could already feel myself building again.

Lara understood that I was getting close and changed her method. Now instead of playing with me she concentrated on one act. She rested her tongue flat against the tip of my clit and simply licked it with sharp little dabs and flicks, not pressing, just touching me lightly. I groaned louder. I could feel myself spreading my legs even wider, as far apart as I could get them even to the point of hurting. I was bending forward to press my clit onto her mouth, tightly gripping the edge of the headboard and leaning the side of my face on the cool wall behind it. I was rigid, muscles tense with arousal, just wanting her to keep going, not to stop until I came, and that was going to be very, very soon.

It was soon, and it was explosive. I lost control of myself, carried away on a flood of sensations. I knew I was rubbing my pussy on her face, wishing I wasn't but unable to stop. I felt her nose bump against my clit, her lips rub on my labia and her collar chafe my behind. But none of it mattered, and I couldn't have helped it if it did, I was just carried along on a tsunami of pleasure, crying out into the wall and hanging on to the headboard for dear life.

When it was done I swung my leg over Lara and slumped down beside her, my chest heaving and my heart pounding, looking at her in wonder and noticing that she too was gasping for breath - but in her case because I'd nearly suffocated her with my pussy.

‘I'm sorry.' I gasped.

‘Don't be bloody stupid.' She panted. ‘That was marvellous.'

We lay silently side by side for a little while, our hands having somehow found each other, and just enjoyed the aftermath of our lovemaking. But then she turned to look at me.

‘Kiss me.' She commanded.

I didn't need asking twice. It was not a passionate kiss this time, but one of contented lovers. I could taste myself on her mouth, and probably she could the other way around, but it didn't arouse, it simply seemed to confirm our status as lovers.

‘You know what this means, don't you?' She said as we broke apart, a playful smile on her face.

I wasn't sure where she was headed, so I just looked at her.

‘It means you're going to have to allow more time when you come to do my nails, and I think I'm going to need them done more often, say at least twice a week?'