Susan Finds her Place Pt. 01 by ACCarruthers

Literotic asexstories – Susan Finds her Place Pt. 01 by ACCarruthers,

Susan arrives at her place. Part 1

Susan trudged down the street, keeping her head low, but at the same time scanning the houses as she passed them by. She was on her way home from school but always took the long way home, so she could look at how the rich people lived. The Heights was a relatively small enclave of large individual houses, with big gardens and often screened by ornate hedges and shrubs. The flash and glistening water of swimming pools could often be seen through the foliage, sometimes accompanied by the splash of water or the soft cries of joy from someone playing in the water. She herself lived not too far away from this district, but in an area, though respectable, that had lost its gloss and was taking on the look of genteel neglect. Her parents and none of her neighbours had big gardens with swimming pools.

She sighed wistfully at the opulent surroundings and knew that this was forever beyond her reach. She had never done very well at school and didn’t consider herself pretty enough to snag a rich husband. She’d always been a bit pudgy, and now her weight had seemed to migrate up to her chest, which made her very self-conscious, especially when her nipples sprang out as they sometimes did, she felt a freak. This was her last term at school, having just turned 18 the day before, the summer holidays were approaching, and she had no idea what she was going to do for the holidays, never mind the rest of her life. Her future was a formless grey mist; no plans, nothing to look forward to, no prospects. All she had was looking over the fences of the well-to-do and wishing it was her.

Melissa Foster was looking out of her kitchen window when she saw that girl again. She’d seen her pass by every so often of the past couple of years and guessed she was fairly local, but she knew she wasn’t from around the neighbourhood. She looked at her critically. She was hunched down as if trying to disappear into the ground. Her posture was awful; rounded shoulders, head bowed. Her hair was lank and greasy. Her clothes were baggy and shapeless. She looked a mess. Still, over the last few years she’d seemed to lose her adolescent ‘baby’ fat. She was quite tall and had good bone structure. She really could do better, and Melissa should know; before she was married, she was a qualified beautician and personal trainer. It was as her husband’s previous wife’s beautician that she caught his eye, and when she’d died of cancer, she was there for him and the rest, as they say, was history.

John, her husband was a rich man and her kept her in the style to which she’d always wanted to become accustomed. However, he didn’t make his money by sitting by the pool and Melissa was often alone when he was out and about, wheeling and dealing. She was bored, bored, bored, bored! And then she had it! This girl, this girl who looked like a walking disaster area, she would be her project. She would be her Eliza, she would transform her from an ugly duckling into a beautiful swan! She’d always thought that she should keep her hand in, had maybe even toyed with the idea of opening a salon. John didn’t approve of her working, but this, this would be her hobby! She noted the time and made plans to snare her prey the very next day.

Susan was walking home again from school, again through the Heights. Rounding a corner, she heard a voice calling, “Hey girl! Over here!” Melissa looked round and saw a woman waving frantically in her direction. She looked behind herself and seeing no one else, went over to see what the lady wanted. As she approached, she noted that the woman looked to be in her late twenties, maybe even as old 34 or 35, and very pretty. She was wearing a teeny-weeny string bikini that didn’t leave much to the imagination, and Susan blushed as she caught herself staring at the woman’s figure. “Can you come round and give me a hand? I need to move a garden table and it’s too heavy for me alone.”

While she was embarrassed and reluctant, she forced herself to say, “Of course.”

Melissa led the way round the back, and the two of them manhandled a huge cast iron table with a marble top from one place to another. After several changes of mind the table was moved and Susan sat down, tired, hot and sweaty. Melissa disappeared and then came back with two glasses of lemonade, “Here, drink this, it looks like you need it.” Susan was as usual, wearing black and heavy with it, despite the bright sunshine and warm weather. She was very hot, with her hair plastered to her face and her clothes sticking to her body. “I’m so sorry to have worked you so hard, you should really have a shower before you go.”

“No, really, I’ll be fine, I can have one at home.” said Susan.

“Nonsense, I couldn’t dream of you going home in that state. While you shower, I’ll put your clothes in the wash and while they’re being done, we can get to know each other!” Susan didn’t know how to say no in the face of Melissa’s determination.

“Well… I don’t’ know…I mean, I don’t want to impose…I…”

“No, come with me”. With that, Melissa led off Susan to the utility room shower. “I’m Mellissa, by the way, and you are…?”

“Susan, Susan Fairbright, I live over in the Valley Estate”

“Nice to meet you Susan, now, get undressed and into that shower. I’ll bring you something to put on while I wash those clothes.” Susan stood and fiddled with one of the buttons of her cardigan until Melissa said, “Come on now, there’s no need to be embarrassed, we’re all girls here.”

Susan undressed awkwardly, she was incredibly embarrassed, and was blushing furiously. While pretending to be completely uninterested, Melissa kept making covert glances towards Susan – she wanted to see what she had to work with. As the clothes came off, Melissa fought hard to hide her surprise and pleasure. The girl had potential! Her breasts were full and firm, and she was of an age when they could seem to defy gravity, they were capped by large puffy nipples that slowly hardened and extended into spectacular nubs. Her legs were long for her height and went up to flaring hips and a narrow waist.

There was a general softness and roundness to her body, and standing naked in front of a stranger, she seemed to be trying to shrink into herself. Her blush now extended all the way down to her breasts. While a good haircut, skin conditioning and makeup would work wonders, a tailored exercise regime would tauten those muscles, melt away the remaining baby fat, and improve her posture. Melissa mentally rubbed her hand in glee! She pushed the girl into the shower and gathered up all her clothes to put in the wash. She went to her wardrobe and made a careful selection. She brought out a white cotton and lace flirty sundress that should fall to mid-thigh, and was low cut enough to expose some decent cleavage. Back at the shower, she passed a clean towel to the girl and laid the dress over a chair. “When you’ve finished put that on and come out for some more lemonade.”

Sometime later, Susan emerged from the house, again blushing from the roots of her hair to the tops of her breasts. Her underwear was gone! All she had on was this little cotton dress. She never wore a dress if she could help it! And here she was in a little thing of a dress, and more, she was naked underneath! She made her way slowly to where Melissa sat with two new glasses of lemonade. “My, don’t you look so pretty in that dress! You must keep it, it suits you so well!”

“Oh, I couldn’t, it wouldn’t be right!”

“Nonsense, I have far too many clothes and I was going to have a clear out anyway.”

“Well…”

“No, that’s it settled, you keep the dress!” As the afternoon passed, Susan became a little more relaxed, though the occasional puffs of breeze up her dress kept reminding her of her nakedness. Melissa talked and talked, and she learned about her former career, her marriage and her dissatisfaction at her trophy wife status and her loneliness. Susan enjoyed her company too – she had few friends of her own age, and the differences in their ages seemed to bring them closer, rather than separate them.

Eventually Susan said she had to go. “Do you think my clothes are ready now?” She couldn’t wait to get back into something familiar. A feeling had been growing in her as the afternoon drew on, and she wasn’t entirely comfortable with it.

Melissa said, “of course, just a minute, they’ll need to go in the dryer first, but please say you’ll come back tomorrow, I’ve so enjoyed your company?”

“Well, I don’t know, I mean…”

“Oh, you must say yes!”

“Well…”

“That’s it settled then; I’ll expect you at 3.00!”

Moments later, Melissa came back, crestfallen. “Stupid me, I forgot to switch the machine on, your clothes are still all sweaty and dirty!”

“Oh no!”

“Well, not to worry, the dress is yours, you can pick up your clothes when you come back tomorrow!”

“But I can’t go home like this!”

“Of course you can, you look very pretty!” Even the black chunky ankle boots that she arrived in only emphasised the frilly dress. “Now, off you go before your Mum gets worried, and I’ll see you tomorrow.” With that she pushed her out of the door.

All the way home, Susan was frantic that the wind would reveal her lack of underwear, or that people would notice her hugely prominent nipples, kept constantly hard by the sway of her breasts dragging them across the lace bodice. The feeling that was building all afternoon intensified, a burning tension that built in her lower abdomen, with sparks from her nipples going straight to her sex.

Eventually she made it home, running upstairs to fling herself on the bed. Her hands clenched with need of…something. She pulled up the dress and caressed the inside of her thighs, bypassing her sex and moving to her abdomen, just above her mound. She could feel herself wet, ‘down there’, with her secretions running down to her bottom. She knew what other girls did. What bad girls did. They rubbed themselves ‘down there’. Mommy had told her that good girls didn’t touch themselves there, and once, when she had caught Susan exploring herself, she’d got very cross indeed. She wanted to rub herself. She didn’t know what she needed, but it was centred ‘down there’. It was probably an orgasm-thingy, that some of the other girls talked about, but she’d never had one and didn’t know if she could. Eventually, she took the dress off, put on some of her heaviest duty underwear, jeans and a sweatshirt. It felt so very familiar and comforting, but a tiny corner of her mind unconsciously missed the freedom of that little flirty dress.