Silvia
Susan and Carli arrived on Friday afternoon before the convention. The weather was warmer than usual in the low eighties. Megan and I had been cleaning the house and ensuring we had plenty of things to drink, eat, and snack on. We were both in shorts and loose tops when they arrived. They were friends, so we didn't feel the need to get all dressed up.
My phone buzzed when they set off the motion sensor in the driveway. Megan was in her room finishing putting things away so Carli wouldn't think she was a slob, which she wasn't. Megan ran into the living room as if it were Christmas morning.
We both walked out to greet them and help carry in their luggage, but first, there were hugs. Susan and I hugged just as long as Megan and Carli did. Susan felt comfortable in my arms, and I almost didn't want to let her go.
They were dressed similarly to my darling and me: shorts, flip-flops, and loose blouses. Megan and I helped with their luggage and showed them to the spare bedroom. Megan offered to sleep on the sofa bed if they didn't want to sleep in the same bed.
Carli and Susan nixed that idea because they didn't want to put us out. I asked if they'd had lunch, and Susan said they'd stopped on the way. We left their luggage in the spare room to head into the kitchen to get something to drink and then relax in the living room to chat.
They both looked yummy, tanned, toned, and smiling. The four of us sipped iced tea and talked about the convention. They bought tickets for all of us for both days and planned to take Megan and me to dinner on Saturday night. I mentioned I had a variety of foods for our dinner and breakfasts; since it was hot, I planned on grilling tonight.
Since they were staying in the guest room, I also told them to feel free to use my bathroom. Getting ready for the convention using only one of the two bathrooms was silly. Susan offered to share it with me and leave the other bathroom for Carli and Megan. I liked that idea and began thinking of ways to get Susan alone to see if we had that mutual attraction.
I was sure at some point, using the bathroom together, we'd 'bump' into each other or see each other naked. Maybe then I'd find out if Susan was interested.
I could tell from Megan's glances at Carli there was a spark, but like Costa Rica, something would have to happen to start the fire. Hopefully, this weekend will be intimate as well as fun.
We discussed the convention and their plans regarding speakers and exhibits. I decided to wander around while Susan and Carli did their thing. Megan mentioned she might go to a seminar with them or wander around with me. We left things open, never having been there before. Plus, we had all day Saturday to see what it was like.
I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Megan and Carli were doing a bit of subtle flirting. Smiles occasionally appeared on their faces as they shifted in their seats. I think Susan noticed it also, but we didn't say anything to embarrass either of them. Of course, Susan and I were doing the same thing.
I looked at Susan in shorts, her loose top, and barefoot. I imagined her legs draped over my shoulders once or twice, with her moaning as I happily devoured her. Luckily, nobody noticed my brief lack of attention to the conversation.
We went through the entire pitcher of iced tea. Megan refreshed our glasses, pausing longer with Carli than with Susan or me.
In the back of my mind, I knew this weekend would end up with all of us knowing where we stood with each other. My thoughts were more positive than not, giving me a delicious tingle.
The only problem was how to initiate the intimacy between Susan and myself. Megan and Carli would probably sneak off to do something. Hopefully, Susan would be receptive to my advances when I got up the nerve to make them.
After finishing our drinks, we took a break so our guests could unpack and get organized. I offered to show Susan my bathroom and shower while Carli and Megan went down the hall to begin unpacking. Susan was impressed with the bathroom, the size of the shower, and the walk-in closet. I told her she was welcome to use it anytime as I pointed out the shampoo and conditioner she could use. I showed her the linen closet and leaned back against the countertop as she looked around.
Susan grinned as she looked the shower over, "There's a lot of room in there; I might get lost."
I laughed, "Just yell; I'll help you find your way out."
She looked closer, "You could fit three or four people in here. This is amazing."
I laughed, “Well, there's only been two max. Lloyd and me, but I guess it could hold four with some squeezing.”
“I bet squeezing could be a lot of fun, Silvia. But, two is comfy.”
My reply surprised me and delighted Susan, "We could test it out in the morning if you'd like."
Susan turned to face me, grinning ear to ear. Moving closer, she slipped her arms around my waist, “What would Megan say? I don't want to cause any drama this weekend.”
Our eyes met, “She'd say it was about time, Mom. You and Susan have been flirting around long enough. Would Carli say anything?”
Susan grinned, “No, I think she has the hots for Megan.”
Susan looked for my reaction, half expecting me to freak out, “I think Megan would enjoy some private time with Carli. I've seen how they look at each other.”
Susan replied, "Carli and I discussed this on our way here. We both felt it was possible. Carli usually doesn't go for much younger girls, but I'm sure they'd have a wonderful time together with your consent."
I replied, "I didn't talk with Megan about couplings this weekend. I figured whatever happened happened. Our relationship has dramatically changed since our Costa Rica trip. We're less like mother and daughter and more like friends. However, there's still that line we respect. Both of us are more open to new experiences thanks to that trip.
Susan smiled, and with that said, she leaned in and kissed me.
Our kiss lingered for quite some time. Her lips felt good against mine as our tongues danced and played. I had straightened up from against the counter, leaning into Susan. As we kissed, we held onto each other's ass cheeks, massaging, squeezing, and pressing ourselves together.
After a few moments, we paused, "You know, a shower does sound pretty good right now after that drive, Silvia. Would you want to join me?"
I purred, “I was going to throw the dinner things together, but that can wait. A shower does sound delicious.”
We broke our embrace, and then Susan reached in to start the water. We moved into my bedroom to undress, and I closed the door to my room so we wouldn't be disturbed.
As each piece of clothing dropped to the floor, we kissed, caressed, and giggled. I felt like it was my first time all over again. Our hearts raced as we fumbled with buttons, clasps, and underwear.
With our clothes in a common pile at the foot of my bed, Susan playfully slapped my ass and told me to lead the way.
Susan and I are close to the same body type. It was almost like seeing a copy of me in my late twenties. As I got into the shower, I adjusted the water temperature as Susan slipped behind me, playing with my ass as I stood there, water cascading over my breasts.
I turned to face her, and we resumed kissing. Our breasts rubbed together as we explored each other's mouths once more. Those familiar sensations I experienced in Costa Rica flooded back as we made out under the shower head.
I broke off our kiss, looked into Susan's eye, and whispered, "Guests come first."
Susan smiled, “Yes, ma'am.”
I kissed her briefly, then licked my way down her body, pausing at each breast to suckle and bite. My hands explored her curves as Susan moaned. I toyed with her, trying to discover what she enjoyed. My fingers traced her soft skin. I made sweet bites and suckled each nipple, adding a few playful slaps on her firm ass. Eventually, I knelt before her, marveling at her neatly trimmed pubes.
She looked freshly trimmed as if she knew this would happen. Her mons was cut like a vee pointing down to her vagina. I traced the outer edges of it with my index finger, evoking a soft purr from Susan. She asked if I liked it, and I replied that it was lovely.
Susan leaned back against the shower wall, spreading her legs as she did, "I touched her up yesterday, hoping you'd get to see her. I'm so glad you like her, baby."
It was strange being called 'baby' by someone younger than me. I liked it. After that brief interlude, I placed my hands on her ass and buried my face between her legs. Even with the water hitting my back and her front, I could sense her sweet, musky, and delicious aroma.
My tongue went straight for Susan's clit. When I began playing with it, Susan moaned, "You're hungry, baby."
I didn't reply and kept my focus on her little nubbin. Susan moaned, purred, called my name, called me baby, and a few other terms of endearment. I was too busy devouring her to keep track of them. Susan's moaning became louder when I slipped a finger under my tongue, slowly moving it back and forth. Her fingers sifted through my wet hair, her words complimenting me as I dined.
We kept at it, with Susan telling me how good it felt and suggesting little movements with my tongue and finger. When she asked for a second digit, I smiled and gladly accommodated her. I missed this and was looking forward to Susan reciprocating at some point.
The water cascading over us began to cool, which was convenient. I felt her body writhe as she climaxed and bucked on my tongue and fingers. However, I wasn't sated; I continued licking and sucking at her until she pressed her hands on my head to stop me.
Susan convulsed. The palms of her hands slapped the shower walls as she pressed her face into me for one final spasm.
She managed to speak, exclaiming, "Oh fuck, Silvia! God, yes, baby!"
My tongue and fingers eased up as Susan peeked, then slowly returned to normal. I could hear her panting as she motioned me up to kiss and cuddle while the cooler water drenched us.
Susan suggested we wash before we leave the shower. I expected her to reciprocate, but we were doing this for the first time, and I wasn't sure what to expect.
I shut the water off so we wouldn't run out of warm. I'd never experienced that and didn't want this to be the first time.
Susan took the lead, shampooing my hair while telling me how good a pussy licker I was. I thanked her, letting her know I was pretty new at it. She laughed, telling me some women were just naturally good at it.
Our conversation moved from that to Susan asking about my experiences with women. I didn't want to tell her too much, but I did mention Megan and I both had a wonderful time with our guide and chef in Costa Rica, then let it go.
But I was waiting for the big question, and Susan didn't disappoint when she asked if Megan and I were intimate. She apologized first, telling me she knew we weren't blood-related, but Susan was curious, and neither she nor Carli were judgmental.
I reassured her that her question was legitimate and I wasn't offended. However, Megan and I weren't intimate, and I had no plans to cross that line.
Even though Susan had mentioned that little disclaimer, I could tell she was relieved when I said we weren't involved.
Our conversation continued as I washed Susan's hair. My line of questioning was similar to hers regarding her and Carli being intimate. Susan confessed they had been long ago, but those days ended when Carli met her loser ex-fiance.
With our hair clean and conditioned, Susan began the next phase, soaping me down. I'd turned the water back on, figuring the water heater had caught back up.
With me all nice and soapy, Susan began kissing my lips. Our bodies were slick from the soap as we pressed together, breasts smushing, which sent yummy tingles through me.
When Susan reached down to start fingering me, my knees nearly buckled. As we kissed, Susan gently backed me up to the shower wall. I reached over and found the valve to shut the water off again.
With the water off, Susan's lips left mine. She slid down my soapy body to kneel before me. I looked down at her, smiling, and she asked me to turn around and bend slightly while spreading my legs.
I grinned, “Yes, ma'am.”
Susan giggled, "Such a good girl. We have so much to talk about and explore, good girl. But, first, you need a good cummie."
My response was a giggle and, “Yes, please.”
It was fun playing this little game; however, I knew we needed to talk before going somewhere I wasn't comfortable with.
Susan gave my ass a quick swat. The sound reverberated within the confines of the tiled enclosure. Her next move was to place her hand between my legs and finger me from behind. She began kissing and licking my ass cheeks while finger fucking me.
Now, it was my turn to praise and compliment. My moans and words told her I was enjoying her attention. She was outstanding, and I loved her technique. When Susan eased a second finger into me, I gasped. But when I felt her tongue tease my rosebud, it took me to the brink.
Susan's attention to my ass and vagina felt heavenly. The occasional swat on my ass didn't do anything for me, but Susan enjoyed doing it, so I played along.
Her manipulations of my body soon brought me to an intense climax, slightly different from what Tiana and Ines had accomplished. I almost cried when I finally came, and it was that intense.
When I did, Susan eased up, gently kissing my ass and slowing her fingers as I recovered. She snaked her body against mine while the sensations ebbed, rising to nuzzle my neck.
When she whispered, “I love your body, Silvia. Maybe we won't go to the convention and stay here to fuck all day.”
I giggled, "No, you spent all that money already. But we don't have to stay there all day."
Susan turned me around, smiling, then kissed me passionately, her fingers teasing my nipples.
She broke our kiss, "I like how you think, good girl."
I blushed, "We'll have to talk after dinner, Ms. Yummy."
Susan smiled, “I know we need boundaries. I like to do things to test those on a first date.”
I agreed and turned the water back on. We finished getting clean, got out, and dried off. I suggested Susan bring her suitcase into my room and share my bed. She smiled, then kissed me as I started to get dressed.
Susan wrapped herself in a towel, kissed me again, and headed to the guest room to get her things. When she returned, she mentioned Carli and Megan had broken the ice and were going to sleep together.
I grinned, "Like mother, like daughter and suggested we start the dinner prep.
Megan
Friday morning before the convention, I went for a six-mile run because I was too antsy sitting around the house waiting for Carli and Susan. When I returned, I showered, dressed, and practiced my Spanish. Mom and I had a light lunch, and I could tell she was anxious, too. Around about one, our guests finally arrived.
It was hard to maintain my composure; I was so excited to see Carli that I hugged her longer than expected. Hopefully, Mom and Susan didn't notice how I melted into her arms.
We helped with their luggage and showed them the guest room and bathroom. We pointed out my room and Mom's. I almost got my costume out to model, but I thought letting them relax and unwind from their drive would be better.
We moved to the living room to relax and chat. We sipped iced tea while discussing the convention, dinner, and breakfast. We'd probably eat lunch at the convention or skip lunch and have a nice dinner. Carli and Susan were treating us Saturday night; we would come home, change, and then go out to dinner. Nothing fancy, that needed reservations because we weren't sure how we'd feel after being dressed up all day.
Mom ensured our guests knew they could use her bathroom if the common one was busy. Susan mentioned it would be nice in the morning when we were getting ready.
Time seemed to fly by as we sat and talked. I kept checking Susan and Carli's legs, trying to be discreet as I watched them shift in their seats. Carli may have caught me several times because she'd look at me and smile, then change her position to offer me a different view.