Date: Thu, 10 Apr 1997 09:45:58 +0100 From: Bob Fischl Subject: bea's stories BEA'S BORED By Bea Fischl Bea was really bored. She woke up in the morning with a longing for something really exciting. She had called up Sheryl and Nancy the night before to come over for a hot tub, hoping it would relieve the tedium. Bea had so much fun when they were all together because both women always made her feel so desirable. Nancy was the most brazen, but Sheryl, with her cute little buns and ample breasts, was the coy one who always got things started. Bea's husband had left on a business trip the day before. And it would be another week before he returned. But today Bea wanted to do something really different. All the arrangements were made. Nancy and Sheryl would stop by after work. Bea pulled together a salad and made some chicken breasts to cook on the grill. The night was cold and a soft snowfall made everything pristine and white. As Bea fired up the hot tub, she thought about Nancy's smile and how, whenever they were together, Nancy was always trying to come on to her. It was no secret that Nancy was into sex whenever and wherever possible. Sheryl was also a bit of a sexpot, but was much more subtle about it than Nancy. So the two of them made a perfect pair. But Bea had never done anything with either. Tonight, thought Bea, would be a great time to test the waters with both of those femmes. "Let's find out if I'm all talk, too," Bea wondered out loud to her cat Tillie. Around 7 PM, Nancy and Sheryl knocked on the door. After settling into the kitchen with a glass of wine, Sheryl asked Bea how her day had gone. "I'm bored," said Bea, "and I'd do just about anything to get out of this funk that I'm in." Both Nancy and Sheryl looked at each other and smiled. "So when's your precious man coming back?" asked Nancy sarcastically. Nancy had always liked Bea's Bobby (as she called him) but a man was a man, after all. "Not for another week," replied Bea dejectedly. Then Sheryl piped up. "Are you going to do anything special for his return this time?" Sheryl and Nancy both knew how Bea liked to surprise Bobby whenever he went away for a business trip. One time she had put on just shoes and a garter belt with stockings and picked him up at the airport. She wore a long overcoat but that was it . No bra, no panties. He didn't have a clue about what was going on until they had finished putting the suitcases in the trunk. As Bea climbed into the car, she let the coat slip open a bit, revealing a small patch of brown fuzz. Bobby almost wrecked the car trying to get home so fast that night. Bea smiled at the recollection and turned to Sheryl. "Have you got any ideas?" Bea asked. Sheryl just smiled and said "let me think about it." Bea poured another glass of wine and went about cooking the chicken. When they had all finished eating, Nancy and Sheryl did the dishes while Bea checked the temperature in the hot tub. "It's ready," shouted Bea from the other room. Bea walked over to the stereo and put on some hard rocking Melissa Etheridge. In a flash, Nancy stripped off her top, unfastened her bra, and pulled her pants down, standing there only in her panties. Bea and Sheryl watched with amusement. "Not much of a stripper, are you, Nanc?" Sheryl said in a mocking tone. "Why don't you show Bea how it should be done," replied Nancy. With that, Sheryl walked over the edge of the tub and stood up on it. After looking around the room for a minute, she started to rock her hips back and forth, to and fro. "How's this?" asked Sheryl. Both Nancy and Bea broke into cat calls. With their encouragement, Sheryl exaggerated even more. She pulled her bra off from under her shirt and swung it over her head. "More, more, take it off. take it all off," hollered Nancy, "let's see what you've got under there." Sheryl slowly pulled her arms out from her shirt and then lifted the whole thing over her head. Her bouncing breasts popped out and Nancy whistled a high-pitched shriek of delight. Finally, Sheryl jumped down from the edge of the tub. She turned away from both Bea and Nancy and undid the top button of her jeans. Swaying to the music, Sheryl slid her jeans down and stepped out of them. Standing there clad in only her panties, Nancy really went wild over Sheryl. Yelling and whistling, she looked over at Bea and said "brace yourself dear, Sheryl's been wanting to show off her new look ever since she started doing it last week." Bea started to ask Nancy what she was referring to when, all of a sudden, Sheryl turned away again and slowly worked her lace panties down around her hips. Playing with the elastic, she stretched and pulled them down around her knees and then let go as her panties fell around her feet. She kicked off her panties and when Sheryl turned around, Bea let out a little gasp. She hadn't realized she'd been holding her breath. As Sheryl turned, it was obvious what Nancy had been referring to earlier. Sheryl had completely shaved her pubic area. Nancy started laughing at Bea's response. "C'mon, haven't you ever done that?" Bea's eyes were riveted to Sheryl's smooth mound and protruding lips. "Well, it' is pretty sexy," said Bea, "and I think you've just given me an idea about what to do for Bobby's return. As Sheryl started to walk over to the tub, she turned to face Bea. "We'd be glad to help, " she said with a twinkle in her eye. Bea just laughed but deep down she tingled a little at the thought. "Lemme get back to you on that one," she said coyly. Why was she such a chicken, she thought to herself. I should have just called Sheryl's dare to see what would've happened. Oh well. As Bea soaked in the hot, bubbly water of the tub, she looked around the room contentedly. Outside, the snow began to pile up. From her vantage she saw the outline of the fence in the backyard with almost a foot of snow on top. Sheryl and Nancy were sitting lazily next to one another and across from Bea. The steam from the hot tub bellowed up and swirled around the ceiling of the greenhouse room where the tub was located. The plants just loved all that steam. Bea moved out to the middle of the tub and tried to float on her back. Nancy extended her leg slowly and positioned it under Bea so she could float unassisted. As Bea lay across Nancy's leg spread-eagled to the Jacuzzi jet, the warm stream of water gently caressed her folds and continued up her belly. She put her head back so her ears were totally submerged in the whir of the water. The pleasant rumble was so soothing, so easy to get lost in the sound. Time stood still as she drifted deeper and deeper into the sound. She could feel the crook of Nancy's foot cradle her in the warmth. Bea let her arms float out to grab the side of the tub and brushed up against Sheryl who had moved over to a jet of her own. As Bea opened her eyes, she caught the outline of Sheryl's sex shimmering in the water. She shivered slightly as her eyes followed the curve of Sheryl's hips down her thighs , over her bare mound and to the very edges of her smooth slit. After noticing approving glances from Sheryl, Bea worked up her courage and finally asked, "Sheryl, why did you decide to shave?" Sheryl shifted her position to give Bea an even better view and said "I thought it might spice things up a bit." "And boy has it ever," grinned Nancy. Sheryl looked at Nancy and made a face but then laughed. "It does take a little upkeep," shrugged Sheryl, "As it re-grows, it can be painful - stubble burn, you know." Nancy piped up "it's sort of like a kissing man who has a two-day old beard. But you'd know about that better than I would Bea," Nancy smirked. Sheryl put one arm over Nancy's shoulder and the other over Bea's and took the weight off her feet so she'd float. As she buoyed up, Sheryl pointed her toes towards the jet stream of water. Bea's eyes were glued on Sheryl from this new perspective and she reached out to feel the slick sight before her. Sheryl let out a hushed murmur and arched her back to Bea's touch. Bea was enthralled by the smooth, slippery surface. She rolled her palm flat against the top of Sheryl's soft mound and let her fingers drop lustfully down. By this time, Nancy had moved over and was kissing the tops of Sheryl's feet. While Bea's fingers gently explored Sheryl's exposed folds, Nancy worked her way up the opposing thigh, until Nancy's tongue and Bea's middle finger were within inches of each other. Sheryl started to moan and tense her legs. It was clear that the electricity was flowing through her like a shorted circuit. She gasped as Nancy reached up and pressed her nipple between her two fingers, softly rubbing until a distinct hardness was felt. Sheryl whimpered softly as Bea gently rubbed her clit between her thumb and index finger. As the surges rose, Bea quickened the pace. Sheryl responded like a symphony to a maestro. The tension built to an unbearable pitch and then a frenzied crescendo which plucked at the strings of her sex. Nancy started suckling Sheryl's breast like a newborn, licking and lusting from one to the other. Then Bea used her fingers to part Sheryl's slit and slip her tongue into the warm, moist folds. Sheryl started to shake and moan. She gasped as one final surge released itself from within and then she just relaxed, limp in the warm comfort of the water. Sheryl finally opened her eyes and stood up in the tub. "Oh my," she said to Nancy, "that was as good as it's ever been." Nancy looked over approvingly at Bea and then Sheryl. "Don't thank me," said Nancy, "thank Bea." Bea blushed at the compliment and then just blurted it out. She didn't even think about it for a minute. And, looking back, while it wasn't the most impulsive thing Bea had done, it was to set the stage for many exciting adventures to come. "Sheryl?" Bea asked in a quiet voice, "a little while ago, you said you'd be glad to help." Sheryl looked over and smiled as she replied, "help with what?" Bea was flustered but continued, "you know, play barber," she said with a slight smile. BEA'S BUTCH CUT Sheryl laughed out loud at Bea's seeming discomfort. After all, here were three friends standing naked, waist deep in a luxurious hot tub, and Bea was acting like a scared schoolgirl. "You know Bea," smiled Sheryl, "you can always count on me to help you out any way I can." Nancy jumped into the fray. "And don't forget me," Nancy quipped, "I'm one of the best stylists in the county. Just ask Sheryl." Bea sighed contentedly. She had known Nancy and Sheryl for over two years and counted them among her best friends. They always did things together. Of course, it had been obvious from the first moment that Nancy would've jumped Bea's bones in a minute. But in a way, that just made Bea feel wanted even more. And, it was also obvious that Sheryl and Nancy had known each other for over five years because they were so relaxed and at ease with themselves, and with Bea. But this latest escapade was completely different for Bea. While she had always enjoyed the company of other women, Bea never thought she'd be so turned on by another woman's body. She still didn't know why she asked Sheryl for help with shaving. But when Bea first caught a glimpse of Sheryl's baby-smooth belly and sultry slit, she was turned on beyond her wildest imaginings. She wanted to feel the fire of a tongue on her own swelling clit. She wanted to shiver from those soft and sensuous strokes. Without any hair to get in the way, it would be a whole new sensation, she thought. "So what do we need to do?" asked Bea. Nancy got out of the tub and began to towel herself while Sheryl just laid back against a jet in the tub. "First thing we need is a couple of sharp razors," Sheryl murmured just loud enough for Bea to hear over the rumble of the tub. "The double-bladed types are best but they should be new," Sheryl continued. "Nancy, would you go upstairs and look in the third drawer of the bathroom vanity?" Bea said. Nancy had haphazardly flung the towel over her shoulder and was standing mostly uncovered, her perky breasts rising and falling with each breath. "Sure Bea," Nancy replied, "but we'll also need some hypo-allergenic shave cream and some collagen moisturizing lotion. You don't want to get any of those red speed bumps, do ya?" she continued with a smile. Bea told Nancy where to look and after Nancy left, Bea turned to Sheryl. "How long have you been shaving, Sheryl?" Bea asked. "Just a little over a week this time. But I've done it before." Sheryl replied teasingly. "As I told you, it does spice things up quite nicely, but it also takes a little upkeep. Once you shave, you have to keep shaving every other day at the least. I usually touch up every day when I'm taking a shower." Sheryl repositioned herself so that the hot tub jet was hitting her clit directly. "Oh that feels so nice," she said wantonly. "Does it chafe at all," Bea asked sheepishly. Why was she so interested in all these details, Sheryl wondered to herself. "Well, it can," Sheryl said, "but you just need to know what to do. In the morning, you should use some talcum or another type of bath powder before you put on your panties. And use a moisturizer every day, too. Beyond that, it just depends on your skin and hair type." Nancy returned just as Sheryl finished telling Bea to relax. "Got it all right here," she smiled triumphantly as she motioned to the little cosmetic bag that she carried. "Bea, why don't you sit up here," Sheryl patted her hand on the side of the tub, "and we'll take care of the rest." Bea's beautifully shaped breasts parted the water as she stood up. She sat on the edge of the hot tub and spread her legs a little. Nancy pulled out a small pair of scissors and proceeded to bend over Bea's exposed pubes. "Let's give `em something to talk about," Nancy moronically crooned Bonnie Rait. "A little mystery to figure out..." Nancy looked up to Bea's pretty face and said, "there that takes care of the longest hairs." When Bea looked down, her first impulse was to cross her legs. As she started to do just that, Sheryl came up around the side. "Not so fast," Sheryl joked, "this is a view that shouldn't be concealed." Bea laughed, embarrassed as much by all the attention she was receiving as she was by her now neatly trimmed and very exposed pussy. The outline of Bea's slit was becoming ever more visible as Nancy kept trimming away at the shorter hairs. Sheryl came over and caressed Bea's thigh with her hand, and then ran her tongue up, up, up until she almost kissed the open petal of Bea's lips. Bea tingled and spread her legs open even further. "OK, you two," said Nancy with a slight gleam, "there'll be plenty of time in a few minutes for some fireworks." Bea shifted position and Sheryl got the shave cream, spurted some into her hand and then slowly worked it into a lather in Bea's crotch. "Let that soak and soften the hair for a minute," Sheryl said. After a few minutes elapsed, Sheryl reached over for one of the razors. "Here we go," she said as she shaved the top-most hair. Sheryl gripped the razor tightly but applied it very gently as she descended part way down Bea's pussy, taking out a swath of the downy soft sprouts. After a few deft strokes, the upper hair was almost entirely gone so Sheryl moved lower. "Now comes the trickier part," Sheryl said, "don't wiggle, OK, `cause I don't want to slip." Nancy smirked but said nothing. Sheryl used her fingers for balance as she shaved right up to the edges of Bea's outer lips. She then shifted position so she could get at the other side more easily. Stroke after luscious stroked, she scrapped away at the hair which clung to the edges of Bea's labia. Bea lost herself in a flood of sexy sensation that threatened to make her quiver. "Bea, if you keep that up, you may get your clit cut, too." Nancy teased. But Bea couldn't help herself. Every touch sent a jolt right through her. She couldn't believe how sensitive her pussy felt; how even the slightest movement against her skin created wave after wave of passion. "Almost done," said Sheryl with obvious satisfaction. "Let me just touch up this last spot." Sheryl pulled a little at Bea's clit as she shaved the hair around it. Bea's button popped up from its hooded hiding spot like a jack-in-the-pulpit on a warm, sunny spring day. Sheryl finished the last little bit, dipped her hand in the warm water of the hot tub, and gently washed off the remaining shaving cream. Bea looked down to behold a bare, hairless slit that disappeared from view. Not since she was a little girl had she seen herself this way. Sheryl moved over and squirted some of the moisturizing lotion onto Bea. She slowly massaged Bea's mound and smooth-as-silk flower petals until Bea moaned with desire. Without saying a word, Sheryl spread Bea's lips and dipped her tongue teasingly down. Starting at the bottom of her slit, she worked her way up to Bea's swelling clit and then teased it out of its hiding place. As her clit became erect, Bea felt a surge of wetness between her legs. She tried to hold back but it was impossible. She was gripped by the fiery passion that washed over her. Her skin, her lips, her clit conspired to hold her enchanted. The heat she felt deep within was spreading rapidly, first to her legs, then to her feet, then to her arms. In a moment, she was engulfed by a wildfire that ravaged her and made her lust for more. The first wave made her feel so dreamy. The second surge left her reeling, as if the heat that ran the full length of her body was an uncontrolled chain reaction. Her clit roiled as Sheryl ran her tongue up and down the full length of her hairless slit. Her legs tensed as she went higher and higher. Bea shuddered as she reached the first peak. But Sheryl didn't stop. Her hot tongue circled and toyed, licked and separated Bea's lips once again. As Bea felt her passion mount, Sheryl slid a finger in deep and pushed up from within. It was too much. Bea convulsed as the waves washed over her. Up and up, the waves took her completely and she surrendered to the sensations. The flow between Bea's legs turned into a torrent. Bea gripped the side of the hot tub and, for a moment, thought she was going to burst from the intense feelings that were welling up inside her. When the initial intensity ebbed, Bea opened her eyes and smiled. "Oh Sheryl," Bea exclaimed, "I've never come so hard before in my whole life." Sheryl just smiled but Nancy was mesmerized by Bea's new look. "So," Nancy said after tearing her eyes off Bea's slick sex, "looks like Sheryl just sent you to the moon. Bea laughed and nodded her head. "Wanna try for Venus," Nancy said with a lusty look in her eye. BEA GOES TO VENUS The sumptuous sensation of warm water washing over smooth, flushed skin is perhaps the most erotic, especially after a particularly intense and thrilling orgasm. So restful, so calming, and yet Bea's body tingled with anticipation. What would, what could the next moment bring? Bea felt so energized and vibrant as her body floated blissfully on the tumbling waters of the hot tub. Sheryl was stretched out beside her. Bea looked over and felt a closeness she'd never experienced before. Everything was relaxed, so easy. Bea felt electrifyingly alive, as if her new-found sensitivity jolted her at every turn. She ran her hands down her freshly shaved mound and toyed for an instant at the top of her clit. As a slight chill ran rained down from her fingertips, Bea pulled back and let her fingers cup the kid-glove soft, inner folds of her heretofore most private parts. Nancy went out to the car to get her gym bag. "How could she get out of this tub and go out into a snowy night like this in a robe?" thought Bea. What can possibly be that important? Sheryl rolled over and murmured contentedly. Bea closed her eyes for a minute and then, hesitatingly said, "Sheryl, what's Nancy really up to anyway?" Sheryl sat up in the tub with a smile. "Why Bea, you know how Nancy can be, always looking for new toys." Bea looked up at the ceiling, rolled her eyes and smiled. "Great," Bea exclaimed, "Don't tell me, Nancy's bringing in a..." Bea was interrupted as Nancy came striding back into the hot tub room - her robe flying open to reveal a cute, neatly trimmed pussy as she walked. Nancy put down the gym bag she was holding next to the hot tub. "OK Bea," she said with a wink, "get ready for the trip of your life." Nancy quickly unzipped the bag and reached inside. She pulled out a long strap and held it up to Bea. "Well, I give up, said Bea, "what is it?" Nancy reached over and pulled the strap around Bea's neck to bring her close. With one quick movement she secured the Velcro all the way around. Bea was amused by the obvious. "Like a puppy on a leash," she thought. "That's just one use for it," laughed Nancy. You can also wear it like a harness by slipping this end through here." Bea put her arms up as Nancy reached around her to fasten the harness. Bea then pulled apart the Velcro straps and deftly stepped into the center of the webbing. She grasped the sides and positioned the last strap on the belt area and then pulled the remaining straps into place. "That's pretty sexy on you, my dear, especially with that squeaky clean look you're sporting," teased Nancy. "I'm glad they didn't put any Velcro down lower," Bea said mockingly, "but either way it's still a funny fit." "Show Bea the accessories, Nancy," Sheryl said with a mysterious grin. After the harness was in place, Nancy ambled over to the gym bag. "Well, let's see, do you want regular or premium?" Sheryl looked over and laughed. "Oh give her the high-test, Nancy." The bag in her hand, Nancy stepped back to Bea. "Think she could take a double?" Nancy queried Sheryl. "Double what?" asked Bea incredulously. "Give her a little time dear, you're scaring the poor thing," Sheryl responded with obvious glee. Nancy went over to the gym bag and pulled out a phallic looking object about the size of her thumb that was completely flat on one end. It had a small clasp on the flat end, the kind you find on cheap luggage. "Where'd you get this stuff? At the B & D bargain basement?" laughed Bea. Nancy let out a howl of approval at Bea's comment. "Here, bend over Bea," Nancy joked back, "let me see if this will fit." Bea bent over at the waist just to tease Nancy. Her languorous legs lifted her small butt up high in the air, revealing her hot-tub flushed, pink backside. Nancy shifted over and softly slid the tip of her toy against Bea's lips, moving up and away and dallying, just for a second, around the brown edge of Bea's ass. Nancy started to ream the edge lightly as Bea quivered. "You're not gonna try putting that thing where the sun don't shine, are you Nanc?" Bea questioned and smiled. "Oh, you never know," laughed Nancy, "this thing has multiple uses." Bea struck a waif-like pose and sucked on her forefinger. "Like what else can you do with it," Bea asked innocently. Nancy moved over to Bea and eyed her appreciatively. "Well," Nancy paused, "let me give you a complete demonstration." Nancy wet the tip of the fake phallus with her lips. "OK, now you just slide this you-know-where, and then you secure it to this clasp so it doesn't fall out," Nancy motioned as she moved the toy to within a proverbial hair of Bea's bald, beveled slit. Bea licked her finger tips and then extended her hand down until she felt a mixture of moistures. She worked the toy dick around the edges of her lips for a few seconds and then started pushing it in. The flat part of the toy rested between Bea's legs as Nancy reached under to fasten the clasp. "There, how's that feel?" Nancy asked. "Well, to tell you the truth it's pretty weird. Is this supposed to make me gush or something?" Bea responded as she tried to waddle around. Sheryl and Nancy started laughing uncontrollably at the sight and sound of Bea. "Well, I don't think it was intended as a hiking accessory," Sheryl finally said after her fit subsided. Bea laughed and started to undo the harness. She bent over a bit and slowly began to slide out the toy penis from within the folds of her flower. As it slipped silkily past the outer edges of her hairless lips, Bea shuddered slightly. "Well, what other `treasures' have you brought tonight," she said with an coy smile. Sheryl grinned and turned to Nancy. "Let's see that blow up man you bought." Bea looked up. "You're kidding. You didn't really buy one of those things, did you?" Nancy pulled out a square package and tossed it over to Sheryl. The smell of new vinyl permeated the air as Sheryl unfolded the flat, flaccid parcel. As she smoothed out the wrinkles, she felt around for the air valve. "Great, we can also use it for a float in the hot tub," Nancy gestured as she pointed to the valve near the neck. "Hey, look at this," said Sheryl, "it says right here he's a virgin. See, it says `made from pure virgin vinyl." Bea climbed into the tub next to Sheryl and gawked. Sheryl pursed her lips and started blowing. "Why don't you let Bea do that," Nancy piped up with a smile, "she's more used to blowing men than you'll ever be." Sheryl made a face but continued to mouth the mannequin's neck like a vampire deflating a hapless victim. Soon the arms and legs of the blow-up toy popped out, along with a distinct protuberance. Nancy came over and started playing with the partially limp part, making noises and acting as if she was tickling the thing to life. As the man's face, chest and head took shape, Sheryl stopped puffing and gave the doll a little squeeze. "There, that ought to do it. Who wants the first ride?" Sheryl eyes gleamed as she asked. "Maybe we should baptize him or something," remarked Beam, "after all, he is a virgin." Nancy reached over and grabbed the inflated penis between her two fingers. She made a masturbatory motion with her fist and smirked. "Not for long." end