June 16, 2009: Proper Thanks to the Niece

Joan and I met for a 12:30 lunch at a small bistro café, one of those places where soft chairs and sofas and low tables replace the more conventional seating arrangements. I wore the black halter top mini dress and heels and Alison’s red panties.

The first thing I did was to thank her for intervening last week in Daphne’s garage. I specifically mentioned I was in her debt for preventing a potentially unfortunate situation. She said it’s over, faded into history and our focus should be on where we are now. Over wine and chicken Caesar’s she softly probed me on my past experiences. Her questions were warm, genuine and not designed to make me feel humiliated or embarrassed. I felt entirely comfortable divulging the past 18-24 months of my existence and how I slipped into becoming controlled first by Kammy and more recently the joint relationship with both Tisha and Kammy.

Joan shared details of her life from her late childhood dreams of becoming a model to her successes in that field. After two years at a junior college and a less than successful attempt in New York to break into modeling, she tried Las Vegas and slipped into several venues as a showgirl and a dancer. That’s where someone “discovered” her and the modeling career began to flourish. Along the way there was a brief marriage which failed. That’s when she began taking karate lessons to build her self confidence. Its something she’s continued to practice and her skill was entirely evident, a topic I’ll let stand based on her demonstrated skill from last week. She eventually ended up in DC and lived there for nearly 20 years before returned to this area. She’s the daughter of Mavis oldest sister. Her preference for women as partners developed in DC. She still travels to assignments obviously focusing on assignments that call for more mature women.

After lunch I followed her over to her downtown loft. Its one massive high ceiling space separated into rooms by walls that don’t reach the ceiling. Her décor is contemporary. We opened another bottle of wine and she suggested I undress. Without hesitation and knowing she’d already seen me at my absolute slutty best (or worst) I shed the dress which brought soft laughter at Alison’s red panties with white and blue balloons. I had to add a little detail about how they came into my possession which brought more soft laughter from her. I slipped them off and she said I looked better without them. I blushed.

She stood and suggested I undress her. She wanted it done slowly and I unbuttoned her bolero style jacket, removed her cream camisole and then her bra. She indicated for me to enjoy what I’d uncovered and I slowly fondled her breasts gently lofting and sucking the nipples. I moved down to her skirt, slipped that off and caressed her legs then delicately lowered her panties. My attention to her trimmed pussy was limited to a few lingering kisses and I kneaded her buttocks until she sat down. She held out one foot and I removed her t-strap peep toe heels. When I saw the Manolo Blank label I knew there was nothing shabby about this woman. She giggled and said they’re on sale everywhere. I smiled back and began sucking her toes. She let that linger, offered the other foot. I removed the shoe and repeated my attention to that foot as well.

She asked if I was proficient at giving massages. I hesitated and told her I’d do my best and let her decide my proficiency. She found that fair and we went into a space with an elliptical machine and a portable massage table. She lay on her tummy and I began. She suggested using one of her scented massage lotions and I responded accordingly. I worked from her shoulders and arms down to her hips and legs and eventually to her feet and toes. She gave me pointers and I thanked her. She rolled over and I began on her neck working down to her hips and legs. She lay there, eyes closed and said now is an appropriate moment to pay attention to her pussy. I oiled my breasts and dragged them over her pussy then began a rhythmic stroking of her pussy which she wanted to continue. She said she’d tell me when to use my mouth. Again I responded as best I could to her requests and when she gave me permission began using my tongue on her. My motions were soft and feathery giving her the extensive build up she seemed to favor at the moment. She whispered to focus on her clit and I put everything into it I possibly could, trying to understand her preferences. She closed her eyes and told me to go for it and I drove my tongue into her. She lifted her hips to meet my tongue and I worked a finger to her rose. That combination brought her to an explosive orgasm. When she ebbed she told me to bring her more wine. She took a few sips and grabbed me, pulled my lips to hers and we kissed until she sank back on the table uttering a low ... oh yes baby.

She rested a few minutes then got off the table. I followed her to the commode where she peed. When she stood, she had me clean her with my tongue.

She told me to follow her again, this time to a fairly large vacant space in the loft. She spread a large cloth across the polished wood floor and told me to lie down, legs apart, and hands at my side. She set out probably close to a dozen red candles around my body, lit them then drew the drapes in that area of the loft. The room was semi dark. She placed a folded towel across my eyes. I sensed her moving around me. I felt the first drops of wax hit my abdomen and I flinched. It wasn’t stinging hot but the effect and the anticipation that it could get more pronounced was there. She moved to my breasts and began dripping wax, I shivered. She told me to relax and lie perfectly still. She continued coating my tits and moved to my pussy dripped a few splatters and told me to spreads as wide as I could. After I did, there was a pause then a series of splatters against my cunt and I moaned. She kept on, dripping a volley of wax, letting it cool and repeating the process until I felt like my cunt was sealed shut.

I felt her over my head straddling me. The next thing I sensed was her pussy right over my face, I inhaled her nectar and she dropped to her knees smothering my face. I began licking. Feeling the tautness of her cunt, licking at her moisture and felt her shudder and cumm again. She got up, the towel was still across my eyes and I felt her pulling the wax off my cunt then poking me with her toe. I moaned and she kept driving her toes against me. She told me this was my moment, to let go when I was ready. She kept jamming her toes into me, wiggling them, driving me delirious. I felt my whole being centered in my pussy and let go. She hissed at me … again. She jammed her toes at me until I rocked off another one. She moved away and told me to pull the towel off my eyes. When I did she was sitting in a lounge chair several feet away. She told me to crawl over here and clean her toes. I crawled over and licked at her toes until she was satisfied.

She pulled her legs back and told me to kiss her hole. I was almost too greedy and she slowed me down. I slowly licked her until she told me to insert a finger in her pussy. I licked and frigged her until she had another cumm.

I sat back and took a deep breath. She told me things won’t always be this mild but she wanted to see if I could follow directions and pleasure her in a less whorish way that I did last week. I told her I’d obey her and she said that was evident.

By then it was about 4:45. We both dressed and I thanked her. She said we’d see each other again but had no specific date in mind. I told her all she had to do was call me. She laughed and said this was much more civilized way to use me that a sweltering garage. She urged me to continue my association with her aunt, that from what she could gather it would be extremely beneficial for me and also for Mavis. I assured her I would. We kissed and I left.