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The Joy of Looking, Chapter 110

  • Posted on March 3, 2016 at 3:08 pm

By Naughty Mommy

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Hannah’s mother, Kelsey, drove us to our babysitting assignment on Saturday night. Ms. Firth’s apartment complex was in an older section of town, several miles away from our neighborhood. The area was, I’m sorry to say, not very appealing. Kelsey parked and walked us up to the door, briefly said hello to Ms. Firth, and then left. It was 7:00 o’clock.

The two-bedroom apartment we entered was cramped, with a tiny kitchen, a small living room stuffed with furniture, and two mid-sized bedrooms. The place was nicely decorated, though, with big green houseplants and a lot of art on the walls. Most of the art was Ms. Firth’s own, but there were a couple of pieces by Cadence too. The child proudly pointed them out to us.

Hannah was right, Cadence definitely was cute. She wasn’t exactly pretty — her face was too round for that, her eyes too squinty. I loved her dimples, though, and her long dark hair was really gorgeous, shiny and silky. She had a beautiful complexion, pale unblemished skin and naturally rosy cheeks. Best of all, she was slim, with long shapely legs.

I was surprised to find her wearing strappy little sandals with heels, along with pink short shorts and a dainty silk camisole in a floral pattern. It wasn’t the way you would expect most girls her age — 10 years old, in fifth grade — to dress at home. I certainly didn’t mind, of course. If she wanted to look sexy, that was fine with me!

Her mom was just as sexy, or even more so.

Ms. Firth — who insisted that we call her Lynn while at her home, if not at school — was in a glittery deep blue dress that night with a scoop neckline. It had long sleeves but a very short hem, ending about halfway up her thighs. Her lovely legs were bare, and the navy pumps she wore made their length and shape even more alluring. She must have had a push-bra under the clinging dress, because her large creamy white breasts were on full display, miles of tempting cleavage pulling me in.

Lynn had her hair pinned up in kind of a fancy arrangement on top of her head with a few ringlets hanging down beside her face. When I asked what the occasion was, she told us she and her date had been invited to attend a cocktail party to celebrate the opening of a new musical theater in our city.

I tried to focus on the pieces of art they were showing us, mostly drawings and a few watercolors, but my gaze kept returning to Lynn, specifically to her chest. When she noticed the way I was staring at her boobs, she gave me a warm smile. I blushed at being caught ogling so obviously, and stammered something about admiring their artistic talent.

Lynn placed a hand on my shoulder, giving a light squeeze and thanking me, then let her hand slowly slide down my back, stopping just above my bottom, where she patted me. It made me wonder who was doing the seducing here!

Cadence led me down the narrow hall and showed me her room, her dolls and things, along with her books and more of her drawings, while Hannah stayed out in the living room with Lynn. When we returned, we found them on the sofa.

Lynn’s legs were crossed, the blue dress riding up high. Hannah, meanwhile, had her tennis shoes off and was sitting with one foot on the floor but with her left leg splayed out and bent at the knee, short skirt hiked up, bare foot against the inside of her right thigh. Although this was an apparently innocent, young girl posture, her crotch — covered only by white cotton panties — was fully exposed to the woman. I knew this was deliberate, and I was sure Lynn realized that too.

Glancing at her watch, Lynn said, “I don’t have to leave for a while. Sit down, Julie, and let’s talk a little bit.”

I sat in a low armchair, facing them. Cadence sat on the floor. There were no other chairs. Lynn slowly uncrossed her legs and then recrossed them. I got a clear glimpse of black panties. I was wearing a stretchy red miniskirt that night, along with a Rolling Stones t-shirt and white sneakers with no socks. As I made myself comfortable in the chair, I allowed my legs to part, hoping Lynn would sneak a peek at my undies. She did.

We chatted for a few minutes, and then she said, “Would you girls like something to drink? Juice, or a soda?”

“Can I have a Coke, Mom?” Cadence asked.

“No, not a Coke, honey, or you’ll never get to sleep. But you can have a ginger ale if you’d like. How about you, Julie? Hannah?”

We both said ginger ale would be fine. As Lynn uncrossed her legs to stand up, her thighs came open several inches. I was certain this was no accident, and I couldn’t help but stare.

Nothing else happened as we had our soft drinks and Lynn sipped a glass of wine — nothing except more panty flashing. There was a lot of that. I wasn’t sure if Cadence noticed it or not. She may have been oblivious, or perhaps just took it for granted.

We talked about school, and about our families. Lynn asked Hannah some questions about what it was like growing up in England. She also asked about my family, and I told her about my sisters Kate and Molly. I mentioned that my mom was single, divorced, and that we never saw our father. I didn’t say anything, though, about Dana or Chelsea. That would be too complicated to explain. We learned that Lynn’s parents were both dead and that she had no siblings. Now that she was divorced, the only family she had was Cadence. That gave me an idea, something I would talk with my mother about later.

After twenty minutes, Lynn got up to leave. Again I was treated to full exposure of her black panties. She put on a long coat, got her purse and her keys, and told us she’d be back around 11:00, if not before.

“I don’t want to stay out too late tonight,” she said. “Cadence needs to be in bed by 9:30. You know that already, Hannah. If you girls want something to eat, we’ve got Oreos and, well, you know — anything you see in the fridge, feel free, all right?”

We nodded. Lynn gave her daughter a hug and a kiss, said goodbye to us, and left.

Now I could turn my attention to Cadence. She’d stayed fairly quiet as Hannah and I talked with her mother, mostly just listening, occasionally adding a few words. She seemed content to sit and observe, sometimes giggling or smiling, showing her adorable dimples.

I wasn’t sure if Hannah was attracted to young girls the way I was. I knew she liked kissing her cousin Lindsey, but that might be simply because Lindsey was female and available to kiss, not because of her age. She’d talked to me about Ms. Firth a lot, how sexy she was and everything, but hadn’t really said anything about Cadence. For me, of course, a cute 10-year-old was irresistible.

So, what would I do? Should I try something naughty? Maybe propose a game, like dress-up, where the three of us could take our clothes off in front of each other? Ooh, maybe Undercover Spy! Hannah knew that game already. Should I suggest we play it with Cadence? Would she like that sort of thing? Or might it perhaps upset her?

No, I decided it was too early to try something as risqué as that. My lust was carrying me away. I needed to get to know the child first, establish some trust.

It turned out, however, that Hannah and Cadence had their own idea of what we should do. We went to the girl’s bedroom, where she pulled out a couple of sketch pads and a set of colored pencils. This is what they’d done the previous time Hannah babysat for her.

They showed me some of the sketches they’d done then, nearly all of beautiful girls wearing skimpy clothing. Some pieces even showed two girls together, not quite kissing but in provocative poses. There was no question at all, at least for me — these drawings were sexually charged, highly erotic.

“I can’t really draw, though,” I told them. “I’m no artist.”

“You can be our model,” Hannah said.

“Me? I’m not a model, either. I’m too short, for one thing.”

“That doesn’t matter. You’re pretty, and you have a nice shape, doesn’t she, Cadence?”

“Uh-huh,” the little brunette nodded, looking me up and down. “I want to draw you.”

“Me too,” agreed Hannah.

So, it was decided. They sat me on the bed and posed me, and then both girls went right to work.

I was surprised at how fast they could produce their drawings. A few lines here, a little bit of shading — and presto! There I was. Within minutes they had created two recognizable depictions of me in my short skirt and Rolling Stones t-shirt. I looked even better than in real life!

After that, they suggested I try on different outfits. The notion I’d had about playing dress-up that night came true in a way, except it was only me doing it, not the other girls.

Cadence ran to her mother’s room and came back with a little black dress, a sheer pink babydoll nightie, and some sexy bras and panties. They didn’t have to argue very hard to convince me to go along now. I pretended to resist, but in fact was eager to do it.

We spent the next hour that way. I changed several times, right in front of them, and they made numerous drawings of me. Cadence brought more of her mom’s things for me to wear, almost all revealing lingerie. The poses they placed me in became more and more suggestive as I wore less and less.

I was sitting on the bed with my hands on my knees, feet on the floor, legs spread wide apart, clad only in a transparent black bra and panty set, my chin up, eyes hooded, mouth in a sexy pout — when we heard the front door open. Oh my god! It was not even 9:00 o’clock yet!

“My mom’s home!” Cadence popped up, giggling, and ran into the hall. She didn’t seem concerned at all about the compromising position I was in.

I was speechless, paralyzed with fear. What should I do? There I was, half-naked in the bedroom of a 10-year-old girl, wearing her mother’s undies! Should I try to quickly get dressed? Maybe jump under the covers and hide?

Hannah grinned at me. “This should be fun, eh?”

“I don’t know, um…”

“Don’t worry about Lynn. She’s cool.”

I was startled to see that Hannah was continuing to work on her latest drawing of me. She certainly wasn’t upset or worried.

Cadence and her mom came into the room, hand in hand, both smiling. Lynn showed no apparent reaction to how I was dressed, or undressed.

“We were making sketches of Julie. She’s modeling for us,” said Cadence.

“That’s nice,” Lynn nodded.

“Lemme show you.” Cadence crouched down and picked out a few of the pieces she’d done, handing them to her mother, who knelt on the floor beside her.

“These are good, honey, very good,” Lynn commented, stroking the girl’s hair.

To Hannah and me she said, “I’m sorry to come home so early, surprise you this way. But it’s, well, I guess it’s all over between me and Sylvia. That’s why. I knew this was coming, I just hoped it would be easier. Anyway, that’s that.”

The woman appeared to notice for the first time what I was wearing. Some of her other clothes were on the bed as well, or scattered around the room. “You look great in those things, Julie,” she smiled.

I had my legs together now, hands crossed in front of my chest. “Um, thanks. But I… I’m sorry. I hope you don’t mind…”

She waved a hand, dismissing my concerns. “It’s fine.”

Getting to her feet and starting for the door, she said, “I’m going to take off this dress. Would you girls like something to drink? I think I’ll have a glass of wine. Or, uh, do you want me to take you home now?”

Before Hannah or I could reply, Cadence said, “You wanna draw with us, Mom?”

“Oh, uh, maybe. Yes, maybe I will.”

A different expression came over Lynn’s face. She paused and studied me. Her gaze seemed to hold not only artistic appraisal of me as a model, but frank sexual interest too. At least that’s what I thought I saw.

She nodded at me, “Do you mind standing up for a minute?”

I swallowed hard, but stood, dropping my hands to my side.

Her eyes ran up and down my body. It reminded me of the way Cadence had looked at me earlier. Like mother, like daughter.

“Very nice. Very, very nice. Okay, I’ll be right back.”

Lynn left the room. Cadence found the drawing she’d been working on and picked up her pencil.

“Strike your pose again, Julie,” Hannah giggled. So I did.

A few minutes later, Lynn returned. She was holding a glass of white wine and wearing a black negligee. The gown was full length with long sleeves but was composed of several sheer layers. It was both concealing and revealing at the same time. I was pretty sure I could see dark nipples atop her full breasts, and I thought I could even make out the shadow of her pubic hair, although that was less clear. But I got the impression that she was nude beneath the gown. It definitely turned me on.

Lynn sat in a chair and did a sketch of me in my hands-on-knees, legs-apart pose, while Hannah and Cadence completed their drawings. Then Lynn asked, “Have you ever posed nude, Julie?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know, as an artist’s model. Have you ever done that?”

An image flashed into my mind of Aunt Barbara taking photos of me and my sister in sexy lingerie, even a few nude shots, but I didn’t mention that. “No,” I answered.

“You should. Your body is perfect, just right. Would you mind doing that for me now?”

“What?” I felt like an idiot, responding that way. I knew very well what Lynn was asking, but the whole situation had me flustered.

“Would it make you feel better if we were all nude? We could do that. You girls don’t mind, do you?” She glanced in turn at Cadence and at Hannah. They both grinned, happy to comply.

Two minutes later, everyone was unclothed.

We’d moved out to the living room. Lynn said the light was better there. The curtains were drawn, of course, so no one could see in, but it was amazing to think what someone would discover if they were to enter the apartment: two barely pubescent girls with small breasts and scant pubic hair (Hannah had only traces, as did I, though mine was shaved), along with an even younger child with a totally hairless slit and tiny breast buds, plus a woman, the little girl’s mom — and all four of us completely naked! What would they think?

Lynn had poured herself a second glass of wine. None of the rest of us was drinking anything. I was on the sofa, stretched out, hands behind my head, one knee lifted slightly, toes pointed. They made their sketches.

After they finished and had compared the drawings, showing them to me, Lynn said, “Hmm, how about… let’s try two girls together. We can switch off, take turns. Cadence, you go first, all right? Pose with Julie.”

“Okay!” The little brunette hopped to her feet, joining me on the sofa. “How do ya want us to pose?”

“Well, let’s see.” Lynn got up from her chair and came to instruct us. “Julie, you get on your knees, here in the middle, facing out. That’s right. Uh, move your knees further apart. Good.”

She was touching me, shifting me into position, her hands on my shoulder, my arm, my waist, my bottom, on the inside of my thigh. Although what the woman did wasn’t overtly sexual, it certainly did feel seductive!

When Lynn had me where she wanted, she placed Cadence in front of me, perched on the edge of the sofa, arms raised, hands clasped behind my neck. I was leaning forward, looking over her shoulder, my arms around her waist, nipples brushing her back.

“Perfect,” said Lynn, as she stood back to admire us.

“Nice,” Hannah agreed.

“Do you think you can hold that long enough?” Lynn asked Cadence. “Not get tired?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Okay. Um, try to relax your legs a little bit, let them fall open naturally. That should be more comfortable.”

“Like this?”

“That’s right, very good,” Lynn nodded, giving her daughter a wink. Then she went back to her chair, picking up her pad and pencil.

After the artists had completed their sketches, they brought them over and showed them to us. Hannah’s was more detailed, more lifelike, while Lynn’s piece was somewhat abstract, expressionistic, but both were intensely erotic, at least to my eye.

Lynn next posed Hannah and me. She had us standing side by side, facing forward, arms akimbo but linked. Our feet were wide apart, with Hannah’s right knee just behind my left. It was like we formed two X’s, slightly overlapping. We started out smiling — we couldn’t help that — but Lynn told us it might be better if we were straight-faced, looking proud or even defiant.

That was kind of fun. I hadn’t realized before that modeling could also be a bit like acting. As Hannah and I stood and posed while Cadence and Lynn worked on their drawings, I tried think of things that would give me the correct expression: stuff like the rights of girls to love other girls, no matter what age they were, or the beauty of nudity and the stupidity of taboos. I must have got something right because Lynn complimented my on the “nobility” of my bearing. I wasn’t exactly sure what she meant by that, but it sounded good.

When they were finished and we’d examined and praised their latest creations, Lynn suggested that she and I pose together, and that Cadence and Hannah draw us. I liked that idea a lot!

The woman knelt on the sofa, facing to one side. I sat between her legs, turned toward her with my legs draped over her thigh. She took me in her arms and I leaned way back while she held me up. I put my arms around her too. I was nearly lying down. Lynn pulled me close, her heavy breasts pressing against mine, and brought her mouth very close to my mouth. We parted our lips. That would be the pose: not kissing, but as if we were just about to. Oh my god, it was so hot.

As the girls began sketching us, I looked at Lynn’s face, into her eyes, then at her mouth. She licked her lips, and I licked mine too. She was breathing hard — not from exertion, I didn’t think, but from arousal. We weren’t supposed to move, of course. The idea was to hold a static pose. But I could feel her grip on me tightening. Her body was trembling. I wanted her so much right then. I want to kiss her, shove my tongue into her mouth, grab her tits, suck her nipples, have sex with her.

Obviously, I couldn’t. The woman’s 10-year-old daughter was sitting right there, only a few feet away from us. We couldn’t have sex, no matter how badly I wanted it or how badly she did. Did Lynn want that as much as me? Was she as turned on as I was? She sure did seem to be.

I hoped Hannah and Cadence would take a very long time finishing their drawings. I loved being held like this, by a beautiful sensual woman. It was heavenly.

Several minutes passed. Lynn swallowed, then licked her lips again. She pulled me even closer. Her mouth was only a fraction of an inch from mine. Her breath was warm. I smelled the wine she’d been drinking, and her perfume. I flexed my fingers, kneading her back. She did the same with me. It was almost like we were having sex in suspended animation. That’s how it felt.

Finally the girls were done. “Okay, Mom, you can relax now,” Cadence said.

Lynn and I giggled, releasing some of our tension as we gazed into each other’s eyes. She gave me a quick kiss on the lips, not using her tongue or anything, just a friendly familiar kiss, and then we sat up and disentangled ourselves.

“Okay, well,” the woman said, “let’s take a look at your drawings first, and then I suppose I’d better take you girls home. Hannah, you can call your mother and tell her I’ll go ahead and drive you as long as Cadence is still up. All right?”

It was interesting that Lynn didn’t say anything to us about keeping what we’d done that night a secret, posing in the nude and so on. She’d asked Hannah before not to tell anyone but me about her dating preferences, but I suppose she thought that this was somehow less controversial. Of course, I didn’t know much about art or artists, so maybe that’s just how they were, getting naked and making sketches of each other all the time without even thinking about it.

Anyway, a half hour later, we were back at Hannah’s house. It had already been arranged that I would spend the night there. Lindsey was at Riley’s for a sleepover. On weekends the girls in our neighborhood always seemed to wind up in each other’s beds.

It was not quite 11:00 pm. Lauren was on the sofa wearing a long terry robe, watching TV. We said goodnight, Hannah gave her mom a hug, and then we went to her bedroom. We quickly took off our clothes, brushed our teeth, and jumped into bed naked.

Our second occasion making love was slower than the one before, less rushed and more gentle, more affectionate. We did a lot of kissing again — both of us loved that — and then Hannah spent a long time between my legs, licking, sucking, fingering, exploring, asking me what I liked or didn’t like. Over the course of maybe an hour she gave me three wonderful orgasms. The girl was a fast learner. She sat on my face after that and rode my tongue, coming quickly and wetly in my mouth. Then we kissed again for a while, sharing the taste of each other’s pussies. We fell asleep in one another’s arms.

I didn’t wake that night. Either there were no loud sounds of sex in Lauren and Kelsey’s room to awaken me, or I just slept right through them.

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