The Poolside Question I Was Not Expecting (Part 9)

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The Poolside Question I Was Not Expecting (Part 9)(The weekend of exploration begins)The day had finally arrived, Jeannie and I were starting our weekend trip. Jeannie’s mother, Kathy, and I had been friends with benefits for a few years and I was surprised and honored when Jeannie asked me to be her first experience with another woman. I pulled up the driveway, Jeannie was coming out of the front door before I even got the car stopped. “Aunt Misty! You brought the convertible! I love this car,” were her first words. She had first ridden in the car four years ago when she was just f******n and ever since then she always loved our road trips in it with the top down and stereo blasting. I love driving that zippy little red Mercedes as well and this was definitely a weekend for that car. Jeannie looked so cute that morning. Thin, white, sleeveless, A-line sundress with a high neckline which had a large v-shaped crochet insert that plunged down between her tiny breasts. The dress was very short, displaying her beautiful muscular legs. Her tiny size 5.5 feet were in a pair of white high heel sandals with one strap over her foot and one buckled around her ankle. Pink toenail polish was highlighted against the white of the low platform sole. The heels were at least five inches high placing her tiny short foot almost vertical when she was standing and making her calves look even more beautiful than usual. With the strength and grace of her gymnastics background she walked in them and all very high heels as easily as most women can walk in flats. She hopped in the passenger seat and immediately placed her feet on the dash like she had done almost every time she had ridden in this car all the way back to when she was f******n. I told her how much I loved her shoes and that they looked perfect on the dash. Jeannie said, “Thank you, I am glad you like them.” She paused and then turned to look at me. “Have you always had a foot fetish?” she asked.”For maybe ten years I guess,” I answered.”So you have been checking out my feet as long as you have known me? Like every time I have put my feet on the dash riding in the car with you?” she asked.”Every time,” I answered, “and that made it even more special for me when you to let me kiss them on Monday.” “That is so sexy, Aunt Misty. I love getting to know things about you. I feel so lucky that you agreed to helping me learn,” she said followed by leaning over to give me along slow kiss on the lips. “I am honored and very excited to help you learn and explore Babygirl. Thank you for choosing me,” I answered as I wiped some of my bright red lipstick from her lips. “I am so excited too,” she said, “Where are we going?””We are spending the weekend at the Sea Breeze Resort, but first stop is the Oceanview Mall”Oceanview is an upscale mall only about an hour from our town. The hour flew by with us singing along to the radio and we were pulling into the mall in no time. With the car valeted, we were off into the mall. First stop was Macy’s, where we browsed and gathered a few bikinis for Jeannie to try one. She went to a changing room while I waited just outside. She emerged from the dressing room wearing the first suit, a white bandeau top with a cheeky bottom, and still wearing her white high heels. She walked to me, twirled and asked, “How do you like this one Aunt Misty?” I reached out and ran my hand over her partially exposed bottom and said, “I like the way the bottom fits on this one. Your ass is perfect for this cut.” Then I reached up and adjusted her top and cupped her tiny breasts, “But this top is not as flattering as the triangle sting tops you usually wear.” I held my hands on her breasts for much longer than a real aunt should have which caught the attention of another shopper but neither of us minded that. Jeannie spun around and headed back to the changing room. The view of her sexy ass in that suit was so enticing. My phone buzzed a few seconds later with a text from Jeannie. The text read “You are so naughty! I love it!” and included a photo of her from the dressing room canlı bahis wearing only her white lace thong panties and heels. The dressing room door opened again and this time she was in a red and white striped triangle top, Brazilian back suit. I reached up and gripped the strings just above the triangles on each side and adjusted them slightly and rather than pull my hands away, I slipped my fingertips of my right hand under the fabric and slid them down across her tiny nipple. I held my hand there and very gently and discretely stroked her nipple as I said, “Yes, I like this one much better, doesn’t it feel better?” She just answered, “It feels really nice.” I moved my hands away and I guess she felt the need to be a little naughty too, so she turned away from me and bent over at the waist. Looking back at me, she said, “How does this one make my ass look?” I smiled and said, “It looks wonderful Babygirl.” The parade of suits and naughty teasing continued until all five of the suits had been modeled for me. We discussed them each again and decided on two of them to be the first purchase of the day. Jeannie was so excited to get the new suits that she kissed me a long sweet kiss on the lips and went back to the dressing room to put her dress back on. She was out of the dressing room quickly and I paid for the new suits.I led her to the shoe department next. We looked over the shoes and we each selected one to try on and we sent the clerk to get our sizes. Jeannie slipped something into my purse and then sat down facing me. I reached in my purse and found the white lace panties Jeannie had been wearing. Without lifting them out of my purse, I looked them over and could clearly see that there was a very big wet spot on them. When I looked across at Jeannie, her legs were open enough that I had a view to within an inch or two of her now bare pussy. I took out my phone and texted her, “Who is the naughty one now?” The clerk returned with our shoes and sat at my feet first, her back to Jeannie. The clerk was a lovely african american lady in her mid twenties. Braided hair, dark eyes, smooth ebony skin. She was dressed in a very attractive short pencil skirt and semi sheer white blouse with lace camisole underneath. She removed my sliver and black wedge heels and slipped a pair of peep toe, high heel red patten leather pumps on my feet. Her touching my feet was wonderful as was the sight of Jeannie spreading her legs a little wider and touching the inside of her thigh. The clerk then turned to help Jeannie. Jeannie raised her foot to allow the clerk to unbuckle the strap from around her ankle and with her leg raised I had a very clear view of her shaven pussy. The clerk slipped a strappy silver and rhinestone 5 inch sandal on her perfect little foot. Jeannie rearranged to raise her other foot for the clerk. It was just then that I noticed that the clerk was definitely looking between her legs as she removed Jeannie’s other shoe. With both new sandals now in place, the clerk said, “That is beautiful, aaah, I mean those, those are beautiful shoes.” I was so turned on watching my beautiful young friend actually flashing another woman. Jeannie and I both stood and modeled our new shoes and we agreed we would take both pairs. Our beautiful clerk quickly helped me on change shoes and then very slowly changed Jeannie’s shoes back to her old pair. I watched as the clerk’s long dark fingers ever so slightly caressed Jeannies ankles and rubbed the sole of each of Jeannie’s feet as she changed her shoes. With her old shoes back on Jeannie said, “Thank you so much.” “It was totally my pleasure,” was the clerk’s response. We went to the counter and I paid for our new sexy shoes. As we were walking away, the clerk call after us, “Miss, miss.” We both turn and she spoke to Jeannie. “Could I talk to you just a second?” I walked on as she and Jeannie spoke. I browsed near the door into the rest of the mall and a few minutes later Jeannie joined me. “What did she want?” I asked. Jeannie smiled and said, “She wanted my number, she said bahis siteleri she thought I was beautiful and sexy. Her name is Ashleigh.” “Well Ashleigh is a lovely lady, and judging from the way she was touching your feet, I would say she has a foot fetish. And in my opinion she has very good taste asking for your number,” was my response. Jeannie just smiled and grabbed my hand as we walked on into the mall. Our next stop was Victoria’s Secret. I led her straight to the lingerie and sleepwear. We selected the most sexy items we could find in her size. After another sexy fashion show, Jeannie picked a pink babydoll nightie, and I selected for her a purple embroidered bustier with attached garters, matching silk panties and white stockings.We were on the way out of the mall when she asked if she could shop for new running shoes too. She quickly found her favorites and again, we punished Uncle John’s credit card with that purchase. As we were walking out to the valet, she said, “Thank you so much for everything Aunt Misty. I really appreciate it so much. And I really needed new running shoes, my old ones are almost worn out and are starting to really smell like my feet.” I whispered to her, “You know, some people find the scent of a woman’s feet very sexy, even the scent of running shoes.” “Do you?” she asked. I just nodded and smiled. “And so does Uncle John,” I added.The valet retrieved the car and once the top was down again, we were headed to the resort. Jeannie assumed her usual position with her sexy feet and high heels resting on the dash. A quick 20 minutes drive along the beach and we were pulling put to the resort. It is a beautiful hotel with a long palm tree lined driveway. The valet and bellmen went to work on unloading the car for us and we went into the grand lobby to check in. The desk clerk found the reservation and said, “OK Ma’am, we have you in the honeymoon suite for two nights, with a late checkout confirmed for Sunday. Our staff has met your special requests for items in the room, and we have you scheduled for a our 90 minute romantic couple’s massage in your room at 10:00 tomorrow. And when will your husband be arriving?””He won’t be joining us,” I replied.”Oh, I see, no problem,” he said with a bit of surprise. “Your suite does have just one king bed, will you be needing a portable bed for the young lady. They are really quite comfortable and there is more than enough room.””No thank you, we will be sleeping together. We are lovers,” I responded, growing weary with the clerk’s attitude. The clerk was silent, looking very nervous. “And could have the whirlpool tub filled by the time we finish lunch?””Yes, Ma’am, of course,” the clerk broke his silence. “Here are your keys. I am Jason, please do not hesitate to call if I can do anything to make your stay more perfect.”While I reached for the keys I said, “Thank you Jason.” I turned around to see a very embarrassed looking Jeannie. I took her hand and said, “Let’s have lunch while they get our bags put away and get the hot tub ready for us.”We walked to the poolside restaurant and while we made our menu selections, I asked “Are you ok? Did I embarrass you?””I guess I was a little embarrassed, but also very excited. I have never had anyone call me their lover, and hearing it coming from my Aunt Misty was just sort of weird,” she explained. “Weird bad? Or weird exciting?” I asked.”Definitely not weird bad. Weird new, I guess, and weird exciting, very exciting,” she answered.”I will be more discrete, if that would make it less weird. For now only front desk Jason knows,” I offered.”No, that’s ok Aunt Misty. I am very flattered, and like I said, very excited by your affection. I guess I am a little more adventurous than I thought. At least if my little show in the shoe department is any indication,” she said with a sly grin. “And besides, Jason was being a dick, and was checking me out. I think it is hilarious that he knows I am your lover. I am your lover. I like saying that. I am Aunt Misty’s lover.” I leaned over and gave her a long passionate bahis şirketleri kiss. As our lips parted, I realized the waitress was standing at the table watching and waiting to take our orders. “Have you make your selections?” she asked. I ordered a grilled chicken salad and then she turned to Jeannie. “And you Miss, have you found something you would like?”I felt Jeannie’s foot rubbing up my inner knee and I parted my thighs as she slipped her foot under my dress and up my thigh. She smiled her sly little grin and looking directly into my eyes and said, “Yes Ma’am, I have found exactly what I want and I am very hungry for it.” After a long pause she continued, “I will have the grilled chicken salad too.”With our orders placed, I reached under the table cloth and released the strap from Jeannie’s high heeled sandal. I set the shoe aside and still reaching under the table, I massaged her tiny foot. I scooted my chair as close to table as I could and asked Jeannie to do the same. I then guided her toes back under my skirt and taking my lead she pressed her foot as far forward as she could. Her toes curled and when they did they made contact with my wet pussy. Jeannie was slowly and nonchalantly stroking her toes up and down between my labia as she checked her phone. My phone buzzed with a text from Jeannie. “No panties?!?!” I just nodded my head mouthed the word “Oops” and smiled. Jeannie continued to stroke me with her toes throughout our lunch. By the time I signed the check for lunch I could not have been wetter or more excited. I slipped Jeannie’s wet toes from between my thighs and replaced her high heel. With the strap of her shoe buckled back around her ankle, I ran a finger over and between her toes, wetting it in my own juices, before I released her foot. I gave my fingertip a little lick as we walked to the elevators hand in hand. Once the elevator doors closed, Jeannie raised my finger to her mouth and sucked it with a swirl of her tongue. Thankfully the ride to the top floor was a quick one and when the elevator door opened our suite was directly across the hall. We stepped into the room and as the door closed I pressed my beautiful young lover face first again the door. I raised her arms over her head and overlapping her hands against the door, I held them there with one hand. I pressed my lips to the back of her neck and kissed the tiny hairs at her hairline. I then reached down under her very short dress and gripped and stroked her perfect round hard ass. I whispered, “May I touch your pussy, Babygirl?””Oh God yes please do,” she gasped.My fingers slid down her ass and she spread her thighs as my fingers curved toward her wetness. I covered her drenched pussy with all four of my fingers and a shutter overtook her entire body. Her knees buckled slightly pressing her pussy harder against my fingers. I kissed now just behind her ear and began to whisper as my fingers explored. “I love the way your body reacts to my touch.” My fingertips found her tiny clit for the first time. Her knees buckled again. “Oh, you like that I see.” She nodded slightly. I sc****d my fingernail lightly across her clit and then slipped a wet finger into her extremely tight pussy. Another shutter and now her breath began to come in long deep quivering gasps. With a finger still stroking slowly into her pussy I circled her clit with increasing pressure. “May I make you orgasm?””Yes Ma’am,” she said between gasps. I added a second finger to her clit and within seconds she began to moan. Her hips thrusted back toward me and her back arched as her orgasm began washing over her. Her thighs clamped tight on my hand as “Oh….Oh….Oh,” left her lips quietly at first and then with increasing volume, “Yes…Yes…..YES!” She quivered for a few more seconds and went completely still. I held my drenched hand very still against pussy and now released her hands which I had been controlled over her head. Her breathing slowed as she slowly began to turn around. Jeannie was now facing me with tears rolling down her cheeks. “That was AMAZING!” she said, “Totally amazing!” I leaned in to tenderly kiss her tears away and then to share a deep slow healing passionate kiss with her. This was definitely going to be a weekend we would both remember for a very long time.

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