The Youthful Proprietor

CHAPTER ONE   Lighting a cigarette, she went over to the bed and stretched out. The tension of dealing with all the tenants was getting to her. It had been a long time since anyone had admired her voluptuous naked body. Walter was considerably older than she was and he hadn't satisfied her sexually for a long time. It was awful, she had to confess to herself, to be left like this. She had married him for security, and found frustration instead. It was true he had taken care of her financially, but it wasn't enough to satisfy the burning s****l desires that blazed in her beautiful body. Snuffing out her cigarette, she reached over to pick up the ringing telephone on the nightstand. "Hello," she answered its insistent ring. "Yes - why, thank you for phoning me, Diane. I - I really don't want to see anybody." "It's very important that you do," Diane insisted. "You can't stay in mourning forever. Walter wouldn't want you to stay locked up in that big apartment house forever. You've got to get out and have some fun - " Even though Beverly recognized the fact she'd confined herself to the house in her grief, she still found it very difficult to socialize. Noticing the silence at the other end of the line, Diane told her flatly, "Bev - if you don't want to meet me somewhere, I'll come over to your place." "Thanks, Diane," Beverly told her gratefully, "but I've got some things I must work out alone." "That's what you've been saying for the last month," Diane reminded her. "What are friends for if they aren't around when you need them. I'll be right over, dear." Diane hung up before Beverly could cut in with one more word. That was like her, Beverly thought to herself. She was always headstrong, and impossible to argue with. As Beverly reclined nakedly on the edge of the bed now, she had time to quickly flash back on all that had happened to her in the last month. Walter had passed on to his reward. He was eighteen years older than she was, but it never made much difference, Beverly realized. They'd met when she was only twenty-two, and married shortly thereafter. Now, only five years later, Walter was gone, and the loneliness she felt was unbearable. It was true, she had a twelve unit apartment house with tenants constantly communicating with her. Yet, she still felt alone. Walter had handled all of the business before, and now that she was left with the place she had to tend to everything and it wasn't easy. The tenants were always asking for something. If it wasn't a tenant who wanted a new paint job in his apartment, it would probably be a tenant who wanted a new rug. The list of their wants never ended. The only thing she could be certain of was the fact she was lonely. And this terrifying loneliness in an apartment house full of tenants troubled her. But it was at least maintaining her personal dignity not to let anybody know how lonely she was since Walter had gone. Stretching her stunning naked body on the large, king-size bed, she was tortured to think of Diane invading her privacy. Didn't she have a right to be alone if she wanted to? Finally, she got off the bed and went to the wardrobe as tears rolled down her cheeks. She had all the clothes she had always wanted. But it didn't mean a damned thing now that she was alone. Picking out some white silk pajamas, she slipped into them. Going over to a floor length mirror, she brushed through her honey-blonde hair, and then the doorbell rang. Sure enough, Diane had kept her promise to come over. Reluctantly, she went to the door and let her in. "I'm glad to see you again, Beverly," she began as she walked into the living room and started to sit down. "I'm going back to bed," Beverly told her as she walked back into her bedroom, and sat in the middle of the king-sized bed on propped-up pillows behind her. As Diane looked at her with her lush ripe bosoms pressing at the tight-fitting white silk pajamas, she felt a sudden, hot urge for her beautiful body. Responding to her feeling, Diane went over to the bed, and embraced her warmly. The warmth of her firm milky white t**s and the obviously distended n*****s told Diane how desperately she needed some affection. "Honey," Diane whispered affectionately, "you should have called me. You know I'd go anywhere on earth to help you." Before Beverly knew what was happening, Diane was bending over and pressing her sensuous red lips against hers with searing passion. It was strange how she was starting to feel that burning, lusty fire in her loins, Beverly had to admit to herself. She was trying desperately not to admit it, but it was happening. Her lusty pink v****a was moistening as Diane inserted her tongue in her mouth and Frenched with her. Unable to resist the magnetic temptation of her appealing body, Beverly pushed back, enjoying every erotic moment immensely. "You shouldn't be doing this," Beverly breathed heavily, "I - I mean - " Her protests were halfhearted for she was intensely enjoying what was happening now. She wanted to feel beautiful Diane's tempting body, but she recognized such desires were sinful. Smiling now, Diane got up and started to undress. There was a guttural intensity in her voice as she spoke affectionately to Beverly. "You turned me on, why don't I get in bed with you?" Beverly couldn't fight her feelings any longer. It had been so long since anyone had made out with her that she felt the urge for s****l gratification pulling her down like quicksand as she watched Diane undress. Tossing her blouse on a nearby chair, Diane sat on the edge of the bed and slid out of her shoes swiftly. She was anxious to see Beverly naked but she felt she might be compelled to undress her. First, she must set a good example by stripping bare ass naked and seeing if Beverly would volunteer. When she was down to her sheer blue panties, once she'd removed her brassiere, she knew she'd probably have to undress Beverly too. Without hesitation now, Diane eased out of her smooth panties, revealing her hair-fringed fissure. Beverly couldn't help notice what a gorgeous girl Diane was completely naked. Her large bosoms, with their distended red n*****s, and the long, lithe legs punctuated with her fur-trimmed p***y made her a most appealing s*x package. Sensuously slinking over to Beverly, she first began unfastening her white silk pajama top. Beverly put her hands up protectively, but she didn't struggle as Diane went on undressing her. When Beverly was stripped naked, Diane parted her legs. She noticed the girl's golden, tangled pubic curls and her breath came short. She reached out, then let her hand gently press on the girl's moistening mound. It felt so good to Beverly, who hadn't been satisfied sexually for such a long time, that it was impossible for her to protest. Strange, surging heat was radiating from her moist pink p***y to every nerve-ending in her aroused naked body. The magnetic pull of her splayed legs, with her dripping p***y, tugged at Diane until she bent over, and gently let her tongue lap lewdly into the strands of her dampened p***y hair. Beverly's firm breasts tingled with erotic excitement. Diane let her hands reach up to grasp and caress them now. She let her fingertips pinch at the distended n*****s, adding a touch of erotic excitement for Beverly. Returning to her crotch, she brought her face even with it and began gently licking and lapping at her moist sultry womanhood. "Suck me, suck me," Beverly begged, as she became so aroused up she didn't know what she was doing. She threw her legs over Diane's shoulders when Diane buried her head in her seething crotch. Diane's hot tongue slid along her p***y slit. The tide of passion in Beverly's body pleased Diane, whose slick tongue invaded the depths of her lust-craved p***y now, bringing her to the quivering brink of orgasm. Reaching underneath her, Diane clasped her smooth round ass-cheeks. She held her tightly, squeezing her shapely buttocks, as she continued letting her tongue pump in her moist, pink cleft. Diane kept her eyes open, gazing fondly at Beverly's glistening pink p***y as she kept it parted with her fingertips and continued licking, lapping, and alternately sucking. Letting her teeth bite lightly, she nibbled at her c******s. This got Beverly so stimulated she could not help but respond. Crying out in a passionate frenzy, she gasped, "Ohhhh, uuuhhhhh, suck my p***y, suck my p***y. Oh my God I'm cumminniinngg." Diane kept her lips fastened firmly on her blazing wet womanhood, determined to keep her stimulated every way she knew how. This was the kind of erotic excitement she enjoyed and she was completely uninhibited as she finished performing for Beverly's pleasure and s****l satisfaction. Able to relax at last, Beverly didn't hesitate to tell Diane how much she had enjoyed her first encounter with another woman. "I - I always thought it was terrible when I'd hear about two women having s*x together," she admitted, unwinding her long tapered legs from Diane's neck and shoulders, "but now that I've ex- perienced it - I - I love it!" Diane slid up beside her, pulling her to her body, and affectionately reaching down to caress her smooth ass-globes. "Now, now," Diane whispered, "I want you to return the favor!" This was something Beverly had not counted on. It was one thing to have a woman go down on her, but it was quite another thing to go down on a woman herself. She hesitated for a long moment, while Diane continued reaching down to caress her smooth fleshy behind. Finally, Diane blurted, "You do want to eat me, don't you, dear? After, all I gave you a good time," she reminded her emphatically "But I've never done it before - " Beverly hedged. Not wanting to become involved in a big debate, Diane suggested simply, "I can sweeten it up for you - " "What?" Beverly asked, not understanding. "If you've got some honey in the kitchen, you can sweeten up my p***y, and suck it all out." Diane winked, as she got excited contemplating how erotic it would be to have Beverly's virgin tongue sliding inside her juicy, honeycombed womb. Beverly was finally persuaded she should cooperate with her. Going to the kitchen, Beverly did find a container of honey. She brought it back to the bedroom, with a spoon, and handed it to Diane. Diane laughed as she saw the concerned expression on Beverly's troubled face. "Don't worry, honey - you'll learn to love eating p***y - it just takes a little practice." Beverly wasn't so sure. She felt the need of a drink before she could get her face down over Diane's moist pink p***y lips. "Would you like a drink?" Beverly suggested, reaching up and brushing her blonde hair aside. "I - I guess so," Diane agreed reluctantly, "but something must be wrong with you, darling, if you can't enjoy s*x without being boozed-up." It was getting to Diane's ego now that she could see Beverly felt she couldn't have s*x with her unless she was drunk. However, she figured she would have to cooperate with her, at least momentarily, to carry out her erotic game plan. She followed Beverly quietly into the living room and poured herself a drink, as did Beverly. They both sipped their drinks slowly, neither one caring to talk much. After another round of drinks, Beverly did loosen up a little. The two women were naked now and sitting on a sofa. Diane affectionately wrapped her arms around Beverly. She pressed her well-formed bosoms against Beverly's firm globes. The two women kissed passionately now, Beverly able at last to let herself go. "You need this as much as I do," Diane whispered. "Let's go back to the bedroom now - I'm hot - " Judging from Beverly's flushed face it was apparent she was hot too. The drinks, combined with some hot French kissing, had worked wonders. Diane noticed Beverly's erect n*****s, and gently caressed them. Finally, she bent over and sucked on one distended strawberry n****e while she massaged the other. Pulling her mouth slowly off her left n****e, Diane suggested they adjourn to the bedroom. Beverly agreed.