Housewives and Cheerleaders Ch. 74

Claire picked Olivia up in a beautiful black BMW convertible that clearly didn’t belong to her, but she looked very comfortable in it, singing along with the music that was blasting from the stereo. Olivia felt like a star being called for in such a vehicle, and sashayed down the front steps with a swing in her step. But she was glad her parents weren’t home; they would have asked questions that Olivia didn’t want to answer.

Really, though, the decadent lesbian life that she had been leading was probably so far beyond her folks’ comprehension that they would never suspect what she was really up to. Sometimes she hardly believed it herself. Many people in their town would have called it sinful, but it agreed with her; she was in the best shape of her life, she slept like a baby every night, and her grades had even gone up. Apparently a steady diet of pussy was good for her physical and mental health.

And here she was in a magnificent automobile with a gorgeous redhead on a glorious autumn day. It was sunny but crisp, and by the time Claire got them out onto the highway Dikmen travesti — where she seemed oblivious to any concept of speed limits — Olivia was getting pretty cold. But she wasn’t going to complain; instead she focused on the sensation of freedom conjured by the wind rushing through her hair, and the possibilities awaiting in the day ahead.

They drove west of town into the countryside, and about 20 minutes later turned into a tree-lined driveway and pulled up beside a palatial estate. Claire took Olivia by the hand and led her past the main house to the swimming pool, where a photographer was setting up equipment.

Claire introduced Olivia to the photographer, whose name was Tara. She was tall and slender with dark eyes, dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, and dark olive skin. Olivia found her quite striking, and in fact she was a model herself; but now that she was pushing 40, she had started to branch out into other things.

Next Claire took Olivia to the poolhouse, where they changed into swimsuits. When she caught a glimpse of Claire’s Dikmen travestileri lovely red bush Olivia’s heart skipped a beat, but Claire was all business, and before long they were standing poolside — Olivia in a skimpy string bikini, Claire in a more conservative two-piece.

At first Olivia felt nervous being so exposed in front of Tara; she was also a little chilly, and her nipples quickly became rock-hard. But Tara was professional and efficient, moving the two girls through a series of poses as she snapped away. After awhile they took a break and changed into new suits; this time Olivia got the one-piece, and Claire slipped into a bikini that made the one Olivia had been wearing look modest.

Olivia took the opportunity to give Claire a kiss and a squeeze on the rear end. Claire didn’t resist but didn’t reciprocate, either; instead she took Olivia by the arm and steered her toward the door. Smiling, she chided, “Come on, you. There’ll be plenty of time for all that later.”

After shooting them in a few poses separately, Tara had Travesti dikmen Claire lay down on a lounge chair and Olivia snuggle in between her legs. It was nice to feel Claire’s warmth next to her, and Olivia rested her head back against the redhead’s shoulder as Tara resumed clicking away. The wind had picked up and Olivia was getting goosepimply; her nipples were now painfully stiff, and she found herself imagining Tara’s warm mouth closing around one, then the other.

Olivia sighed and closed her eyes, nuzzling further into Claire’s neck as Tara continued to shoot, murmuring encouragingly. When she saw these pictures later, Olivia would be impressed at what a cute couple they made.

Suddenly Olivia was shaken from her reverie by the feeling of Claire’s hands reaching around to cup her boobs from behind. There was a click of the camera and Claire grinned wickedly; Olivia felt herself blushing, but wouldn’t have dreamed of asking Claire to move her hands. They felt too good.

Olivia nestled back into Claire’s embrace, ready to see where this was headed. But Tara was packing up her gear and soon the three of them headed toward the main house to take some indoor shots. Olivia was momentarily disappointed, but as she watched Claire’s polka-dotted caboose sway in front of her, she felt pretty sure that it would all be worth her while in the end.