Sheila’s Invitation Pt. 07

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Sheila sent Louise to shower first. On the basis that,

‘She’ll be ages.’

I got the hose connected and sluiced our fluids away. This would also stop the grass from burning.

We were both still naked and I kept taking peeks at Sheila’s aging body. She was still a hottie and gave me a glow in my groin whenever I saw her.

After tidying up we sat at the table and replenished our fluids. Juice and Coke. Sheila swivelled round in her chair and put her feet on my chest, ensuring her legs were closed. I picked one up and kissed it. The nails were painted a delicate pink. The urine had flowed down onto them so a salty tang was the offered aroma. She giggled, covering her breasts with an arm.

‘What size?’ I enquired.

‘5,’ was her response.

‘My favourite.’

I stroked her feet and ran my knuckles down the soles, making her smile.

‘Feet really are your thing, aren’t they,’ she said as I stared sucking her toes. My cock responded. Sheila laughed and swung her feet away.

We sat and held hands in the hot sun. Time had no meaning.

‘ I’ve been in her bedroom,’ Sheila stated. ‘She’s got creams and lotions for bits I don’t think I’ve got.’

After an hour and a half Louise reappeared. She’d completely redone her hair and make up. Wearing white denim shorts and a bando top she was once again a wet dream come to life. We told her how pretty she looked, kissed her and disappeared to the shower.

‘Together?’ I asked.

‘Of course,’ replied Sheila.

We bundled in and turned the heat up. We soaped ourselves from top to bottom, including hair. And removed all traces of our adventures.

Stepping out of the shower and towelling off we were surprised to find Louise sat on the landing.

‘Was lonely outside, ‘ she said. ‘Wondered if Sheila would like a hand with her hair?’

‘Of course.’

I retreated to my İzmit Escort room and pulled on a pair of shorts and t shirt. My erection now gone.

‘See you downstairs,’ I called. This was met with laughter.

I grabbed a Coke and returned to the patio. Another hour passed and the ladies reappeared. Louise had really gone to town.

Sheila’s hair shone and her make up was beautiful. She was wearing a white tennis dress and new trainers. Her skin glistened in the setting sun.

‘Time for tea,’ Sheila declared, going to the kitchen. I poured us all a large wine and set the table. Tea was fantastic, a seafood salad.

‘What’s this? ‘ Louise kept asking.

Lobster,’ Sheila replied.

‘Tastes like your pussy,’ Louise said, staring pointedly at Sheila. ‘I like it.’

We paused and then laughed..

Sheila asked how the house was going. Louise said it was great and thanked us for our help.

‘Bills ok?’ asked Sheila and Louise blushed.

‘ I have got a sideline though.’

We didn’t know what to expect.

Well,’ began Louise. ‘ I sell my underwear by mail order.’

I glanced at Sheila and she at me.

She then told us the story of her revenue stream. About how she’d seen an advert in one of her boyfriends porn mags at 16 and thought, ‘I can do that’. How she set up a PO box and placed her first advert for £20. The first orders arrived 4 weeks later for 2 pairs of her worn knickers. Along with 2 £10 postal orders. She told us how she’d bought a box of Top Shop briefs and worn a pair a day. Then she’d wrapped them in Clingfilm and posted them back. Along with a note stating she could fulfill ‘special’ requests for a cost.

Our mouths were agape. Sheila tutted and then pulled the hem of her dress up, revealing a totally bald quim. I gasped and Louise laughed loudly. Sheila put my hand between her legs. I risked İzmit Escort Bayan my index finger and stroked her before pushing it gently in. Silence had fallen as Louise watched, wide eyed. Withdrawing it I licked Sheila’s juices. It was true, she did taste of Lobster.

‘So,’ said Louise to me, ‘ you owe me £10 for that thong you nicked from mine.

Sheila looked at me and laughed. ‘Weren’t her shoes enough!’

Louise continued. How it had branched out into tights, stockings and socks, telling us about her £300 a month cash orders. Against an outlay of @ £40.

‘ Did they know you were just 16?’ asked Sheila.

‘ No, no personal stuff. Just underwear’

Louise continued, explaining how it had got weird quickly. The ‘special’ items were the problem. Some wanted her to wear items for longer so she’d upped the usage cost to £10 a day. Some wanted her to stuff the pants up her self, which dried her out. One man wanted the pants she wore when on her period and then offered £35 for a used tampon.

‘Oh, you didn’t,’ muttered Sheila.

‘Did and still do, £35 is £35. Men never disappoint you. They love wanking and need stimulation.’

‘But a Tampon,’ said Sheila, ‘even Simon would draw the line there.’ She looked at me pointedly.

People would pay for a jar of her bathwater or wee. One man even offered £50 for the paper she’d used to wipe her arse after a shit. The same customer asked her not to wipe but to send him her soiled knickers. She did the knickers but not the paper.

‘Not ’til I get him up to £70 anyway.’

Sheila put her head in her hands and laughed.

‘So I’m pulling in £450 a month from this, taxfree.’

‘ Would you ever do porn?’ asked Sheila.

‘No, as once it’s out there it’ll never vanish. I don’t want my kids finding pictures of me in years to come.’

‘Ooh,’ I said, ‘ I got a Escort İzmit bargain with your shoes.’

Sheila looked at me disparagingly,

‘Have you got anything of mine other than those pants?’

‘ Not yet,’ I smirked.

‘What do you do with them?’

Louise howled.with laughter, ‘he puts them over his head and knocks one out.’

I smiled sheepishly.

Sheila laughed hysterically.

‘ I do it at work somedays,’ I volunteered.

The ladies continued laughing.

‘Men,’ opined Louise, ‘you’re so sad.’

Our conversation stretched into the night, with no more physical contact.

Bedtime came and we agreed to finish the day together in Sheilas king size bed. We tidied up and went upstairs giggling drunkenly.

I showered first and got into bed. Sheila was next with Louise taking care of her hair. While Louise was showering I asked her what had happened to her pubes.

‘ Louise shaved me totally earlier on. Pussy, arsehole, legs, the lot. With a razor, which was scary. I’ve not got any body hair for the first time in 28 years. Do you like me still?’

‘You look fabulous,’ and she did. The aroma of her perfume made me very aware of her presence.

She stood beside me and turned round and spread her buttocks,

‘Look, a bald arsehole, who’d have thought of such a thing?’

I leant over and kissed it, running my tongue around its raised edge.

She giggled and jumped into bed, naked like me. She cuddled up, with her head on my chest and a hand on my cock.

Louise now entered wearing a black silk camisole. She looked great, as always. She pulled the sheet back and noticed Sheila’s hand and my enlarged member.

‘No funny business tonight,’ she warned. ‘I need my sleep.’

We tittered as she lay beside us. We quickly moved so I was spooning Sheila, with Louise behing me, her nightwear smooth against my back. I pulled Sheila close and slipped my cock into her. She purred.

‘Don’t fuck me, just leave it in,’ she whispered. I did.

I woke in darkness to find myself still in her and Louise’s hand cupping my balls.

Could life get any better?

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