Emily's Seduction Pt. 01

The Tuesday Cypress Ridge lunch group gathered at The Village Inn at 11:30. Eight woman from the community gathered for the weekly hour of friendship and gossip. During summer break Emily Thornson, a middle school math teacher, joined the group. Enjoying her 8 weeks off school for the summer, these get together provided an opportunity to reconnect with some of her neighbors. Her husband, Camron Thornson, an electrical engineer, works for a large tech company in Tampa. Currently on a four-month contract assignment in Columbus, Ohio, he works four days at the job site and three days at home in Clearwater, Florida. While Emily enjoys home for the summer, she misses time with her husband

Emily is 5ft 6inches and weighs 130 lbs. Her long auburn hair and blue eyes make her look more like a model than a math teacher. While Camoran is out of town, she keeps busy reading, spending time at the community swimming pool, and visiting with her neighbors.

Jordon LaCroix, a fashion editor for International Fashion magazine, is among the group. While her business address is in New York City, she maintains a home in Clearwater. She prefers the relaxed Florida lifestyle to the rush-rush of NYC. At forty something, she can pass as a model rather than a writer. Over the past several weeks Jordan has become very interested in Emily. She wants to get to know her on a personal basis. Emily has become a source of her fantasies.

At this Tuesday's lunch Jordan shared some "inside fashion industry secrets". What goes on behind the lights and glitz of fashion week in New York, Paris. and Milan. This lunch lasted beyond the normal hour to hour and half. As the group breaks up after lunch, Jordan askes Emily if she would like to have a drink and talk some more. Flattered, Emily accepts and they go to small bar in a strip shopping center near the restaurant.

Jordan says, "Thanks for having a drink with me. I enjoy our group lunches when I am in town, but I really would like to know more about you."

Emily replies, "Not much to share. I am a math teacher, married, and feel like life is pretty good. I certainly do not have the exciting life you must enjoy being a fashion writer. You undoubtedly meet a lot of interesting and exciting people."

"My life does provide me with opportunities to travel and meet new people. These do provide me with considerable enjoyment. That is why I wanted to spend a few minutes with you. You strike me as a special person I would like to know better."

Surprised Emily says, "There is nothing special about me. Just a married schoolteacher living in Clearwater. "

"Don't sell yourself short. I have an eye for women who have that special look and personality. Please tell me about yourself."

"I was born in Chicago. I attended public schools there until my father moved the family to Florida, my freshman year in high school. After a year of adjusting to new friends, I became active in school and even managed to become part of the home coming court my senior year. As editor of both our high school newspaper and yearbook, I had an opportunity to develop my creative writing skills. After being accepted to the University of Florida I studied to be a teacher. Following on my high school passions, I became a writer for The Alligator, our campus newspaper. I met my husband while attending a Florida Floridia State football game. Although he was from the wrong school, we soon became friends and later married. I've been teaching for the past six years."

"That sound like an All-American girl story. I am impressed."

With a slight frown, "Perhaps but I haven't had the exiting experiences that I had hoped. My husband is a good man, but he is either way from home or wrapped up in planning for his next trip. We do have dinner out once a week. He have planned cruise in November which fits into the school's week break at Thanksgiving."

"That sound nice. What do you do when you are alone?"

"Not much. I read, go to the pool and just survive until Camron returns home."

"That doesn't sound too fulfilling. What do you like to read?"

With a slight embarrassment smile, "I like romance novels with some hot sex scenes. I sometimes write short stories with erotic twists. Never published any but they are fun to write."

"That sounds very exciting. Have you ever thought about acting out some of those fantasies?"

"Oh heavens no. But sometimes I wonder what it would be like. I mean to be totally free to do some of those things. I mean to release all my sexual inhibition's and just let go."

"Emily, I meet women all over the world who have made the decision to become free from conventional norms and explore their passions. They find both a sense of freedom and self. It only takes a desire leading to action that that liberates them>"

Somewhat embarrassed, "There are times when I wish I could do that."

"Perhaps you can." Jordan's hand moves to Emily shoulder. "How about joining me at another club for a glass of wine and conversation. It has a more intimate environment that allows freer conversation. Would you join me this afternoon?'

With no other appointments Emily agrees to go with Jordan.

Jordan says, "Let me drive. We can pick your car up when we come back."

Jordan drives a black Mercedes convertible. Emily is impressed. The drive to the Whispering Pines club took only fifteen minutes. With the wind blowing through her hair and relaxed atmosphere of a country setting, a sense of freedom filled her. Jordan simply encouraged Emily to relax and enjoy the ride.

100 yards off the highway, the rustic appearance and location seemed perfect for a glass of wine and conversation. Upon entering the club Emily quickly observed only women.

Jordan said, "Have you ever been in a lesbian bar before?"

Somewhat shocked Emily replied, "No. Is that a safe place?"

"You are safer her than at school. Most of these women have families, jobs, and life a quiet life. Much like you."

Jordan held up two fingers, the bartender nodded and within a minute two glasses of Chardonay appeared on the table.

Jordon asked, "This may sound strange but would share with me you most common sexual fantasy?"

After several sips of her wine Emily said, "I don't normally share those with anyone."

Jordan replied, "I understand that, but you strike me as someone who is ready to find some new excitement and adventures in your life. So, take another sip of wine and start telling me about what you fantasies or perhaps a sexual experience from your past."

A strange excitement was building, and Emily slowly started. "During my junior year in college I shared an apartment with two other girls. We had our own bedroom but shared the common spaces. That included the one bathroom with a shower. One evening I was alone and decided to take a shower. Aroused by a graphic sex scene in a book I was reading I decided to masturbate in the shower. Standing naked with the water running down my back, I didn't notice my roommate, Sissy, had returned. She saw me in the shower and before I knew it, she was there with me. Rubbing my back. It felt good. Then she took control and instead of me masturbating she masturbated me. The pleasure was overwhelming. Moaning and screaming "don't stop" she brought me to climax. It was wonderful."

Jordan asked, "What happened after that?"

"An embarrassed Sissy apologized for being so out of control. I told her not to worry. Nothing like that happened again. She graduated and we lost contact."

While sharing this story, Emily became wet. She was aroused but did not want to share that with Jordan.

Jordan said, "That sounds like a common college experience. Nothing to be ashamed of. Ever thought about making love to a woman?" With that Jordan's hand move to Emily's thigh.

Clearly embarrassed but also wanting to say something, she couldn't.

Slowly stroking Emily's tight Jordan said, "I truly understand. That is a question I sense you want to answer but inhibitions are keeping from truthfully answering. That's okay. You need to feel free to talk freely with me. I do not judge or share intimate thoughts with others. "

The gentle stroking of Emily's thigh further increased her arousal Had she been alone, masturbation would provide release this heightened sexual tension. That was not an option at this moment.

Gently Jordan's hand moved up Emily's thigh. Suddenly, Emily felt Jordan's soft lips pressed against hers. The initial reaction was to pull away but she didn't. Jordan's tongue parter Emily's still tense lips. She surrendered and opened to the penetration. A sense of freedom and excitement overcame her. A long-buried desire had become real.

Jordan motioned to the bartender that she wanted the bill. "Let's get out of here. I want to take you to my place. Just come with me and let me help free you."

Like one of her pupils, Emily left let the bar; got into the Mercedes and sat quietly as Jordan drove. Arriving at her beachside home, the garage door opened and the car pulled in. With the garage door closing Jordan said, "Let me show you around my place."

Somewhat nervous, Emily got out of the car and entered Jordan's world. Her home was tastefully decorated. A beautiful view of the Gulf, a large, screened Laini provided protection for the swimming pool and hot tub. A large kitchen and two bedrooms completed the tour."

Jordan asked, "How about a glass of Chardonay and let's sit on the Liani?

Emily responded, "That sound great."

The sun started to follow the evening trajectory to eventually sink into the Gulf of Mexico. A soft breeze coming off the Gulf made the Laini very comfortable. Had Carom been present, Emily would have initiated romantic gestures. The setting was right for an intimate encounter, but she was not certain what that might mean.

"One of the things I love about this house is the privacy it provides. While I can visit with my neighbors, who are nice people, I can also be alone. Sometimes, if the right person is here, that privacy allows us to be totally free from outside interference or judgement. Have you ever had that experience?"

Emily paused for a moment, "I don't think I have ever had that situation."

"That is too bad because it really is wonderful. Being totally free and not afraid that someone will pass judgement on anything you might decide to do." With that Jordan moved to kiss Emily like she had at the club.

Whether it was the extra glass of wine or lingering memories of how wonderful Jordan's lips were pressed against hers, Emily made no move to resist. As Jordan's tongue gently parted her lips, they became totally receptive to the kisses. She felt an erotic excitement she had not felt in her life.

As each minute of kissing and stroking of her thigh passed, Emily became very aroused. The wetness developing between her legs further increased the sexual desires.

Intuitively sensing Emily's growing desires, Jordan moved her hand from Emily's thigh and started unbuttoning her blouse. Providing no resistance, with all 5 buttons released, the blouse quickly slid off her shoulders onto the floor. The three hooks on her bra provided no barrier and within a second her breasts were no longer trapped but free. Jordon's soft lips moved from Emily's lips to her hard nipples. The soft but constant sucking further intensified the desire. Emily began to softly moan.

The slow methodical sucking on her breasts and alternating movement back to her lips marked a surrender to Jordan. Emily began to squirm as if trying to remove her slacks. Jordan quickly obliged this signal and unbuttoned the navy-blue slacks. Within seconds only a pair of blue bikini panties remained. Jordan's soft hands moved from Emily's breasts to the elastic waist band of the final obstacle to Emily being freed. With one swift move the bikini moved off her bottom, down her legs and onto the floor. Laying there naked with another woman gazing at her, Emily felt a sudden sense of embarrassment and a touch of shame.

Jordan simply smiled, "Emily, you are beautiful. You are an absolute delight."

Realizing her nakedness, Emily moved her hands to cover her pubic area. An unaccustomed sense of vulnerability rushed over her.

With a gentle but firm hand Jordan pushed Emily's hand away from her privates. "No, you don't. You must not be ashamed or afraid."

Jordan's lips returned to Emily's breasts and continued to kiss and suck them. This continued to ignite Emily's passion. As her moaning increased, Jordan's hands stroked her body and slowly moved to pubic area. With her right hand slowly parting her lower lips, she found her clitoris. Increased moans and cries of passion, Emily erupted in a primal scream as her body twitched.

Exhausted, she lay on the couch. She did notice that Jordan had removed her clothes. Naked, Jordan propped Emily up so that she could lay in Jordan's arms while she continued to stroke her.

They lay together for 10 or 15 minutes enjoying the peace of two people naked together with nothing to hide or be ashamed. Jordan final said, "Let get in the hot tub and enjoy the bubbles together. Emily slowly got up and watched Jordan move to the hot tub. As Jordan stepped into the hot water, Emily felt another rush of passion as she watched Jordan's ass disappear into the tub.

"Come on beautiful, join me. It feels so good."

As Emily slowly walked the ten feet between the couch to the hot tub, Jordan studied her every movement with an artist's eye. She thought, "This woman has promise. I want to bring her into my sphere."

With Emily in the tub both sat next to each other holding hands under the water. The Turbulence of the moving water provided a sense of calm and well-being. This lasted for almost 15 minutes only to be unexpected interrupted by a call on Jordan's cellphone.

The ring had the unmistakable tone that Jordan quickly recognized. It was New York and clearly the CEO. As Jordan's naked body emerged from the hot tub, Emily watched her every move. Each step revealed what she saw as a goddess. Her firm breasts, firm tights, and firm pair shaped butt made each motion an erotic experience.

The ensuing conversation lasted only about two minutes but it was clear Jordan's night and coming day would require her presence in New York. After hanging up Jordan returned to the hot tub. Sitting on the side with her feet in the water she said, "That was the CEO of Internation Fashion, she needs me in New York immediately to handle a major PR crisis. Unfortunately, I must leave tonight. They have booked me on a direct Delta flight. Can you help me and drive me to the airport?"

With her sense of duty and friendship Emily said, "Certainly, let me get dressed. What else can I do for you?"

Within 20 minutes both were dressed. Emily put on some makeup. Grabbed her "in case of emergency" carryon suitcase. "If don't mind driving me to the airport and keep my car for a day or two until this emergency is corrected, I would appreciate it. I will call the Pine Club and ask them to keep your car safe until I return."

Emily simply replied, "I will do whatever you need. Don't worry about anything while you're gone. Is there anything else you need taken care of while your in New York?"

"No, but if I call you for something would you be available to help?"

"Certainly, do you have my phone number?"

"No." Jordan took Emily's phone and entered her number into the phonebook.

With Emily behind the wheel, the trip to Tampa International took almost 35 minutes. At the Delta drop off, Emily said, "Have a successful trip. I can't wait to see you when you get back."

Jordan bent over the counsel divider in the front seat and gave Emily a big kiss. "I can't wait to get this mess over and get back here. I really look forward to seeing you again."

With that Jordan and her carryon were out the door and into the terminal. Emily proceeded to drive the black Mercedes to her home. She could not get all of the events of the day out of her mind. Thoughts of the past few hours started a new wave of arousal. Her world had changed.

The thirty-five minute drive from the Airport to her home in Clearwater crossed the five-mile-long Courtney Campbell Causeway. Emily normally enjoyed this stretch of highway but this evening, it seemed long and boring. Her time with Jordan played over and over in her mind. Reliving the rush of erotic pleasure and a strange sense of liberation, only served to rekindle her arousal. Finally, reaching her home, she opened the garage door, parked the Mercedes and went inside. At that point all she wanted was to take her clothes off and slip into something comfortable. Standing in front of her full-length bedroom mirror, she had a new appreciation for her body. Perhaps a new gateway for her lay ahead.

Anticipating a call from Camron, her mind was far away when the phone, she waited on the couch watching television. Nothing on the screen made an impression. Only the afternoon replayed in her mind. In the dreamy midst of recounting those special moments, the phone rang. Cam made his predictable call at exactly 9:15.

"Hi beautiful, how are you doing?"

Every call started the same way. "Hi Sweetheart, I fine. I had a relaxing day. Tuesday lunch was fun and I had a very enjoyable day. How was your day."

"Today this project moved two weeks ahead of schedule. If the phase one checkout goes as I anticipate, this assignment could be over sooner than expected. It looks like this data center will become operational at least six months ahead of plan. That's the good news. Today's development is that the project manager wants to start the phase one system test this weekend. That will start on Friday and run through Monday. He Wants me here to solve unexpected problems. This means I won't get home until Monday night or Tuesday morning. How do you feel about that?"

"That's a disappointment because I am so looking forward to spending the weekend with you. I understand so I will be alright. Tuesday becomes my "red letter" day. How about us taking a short "long weekend trip?"

"That sounds like a great idea. The project manager told me to take the rest of the week off after the start tests are completed. Why don't we go to Fort Myers Beach for few days. I will ask or secretary to schedule us into the Marriott for three days."

"That sounds terrific. I am looking forward to spending that time with you. I love you Cam."

"I love you too. Sleep well and have a good day tomorrow. Good night."

"I love you sweetheart. Sleep well tonight."

With the call completed, Emily realized she had the next five days alone with only the local swimming pool and neighbors for company. Then a text come in.

"Hi Emily, I arrived in New York on time, and an Uber is taking to my apartment. Thank you for dropping me off at the airport today. I really enjoyed the time we spent together today. It was very special. Talk with you tomorrow. Hugs and Kisses, J"

This moment rekindled the warm feeling Emily had while driving home from Tampa International. After a trip to the refrigerator for a cold class of Chardonay, she got into bed and started to read a romance novel. This seemed to lock in her fate for the week. She could only look forward to a couple of glasses of wine, trips to the pool, and perhaps lunch with a few of her friends. The warm thoughts of her day with Jordan would not leave her mind. Her imagination began to shift into fantasy and an arousal took over. Her lite nightgown studently became too much and she stripped it off. Laying naked in the bed her hand moved to her throbbing pussy. It slowly began rubbing her clitoris and arousal continued to grow. In only a few minutes she erupted in orgasmic pleasure. After several minutes of exhausting twitching and moaning, Emily pulled the sheet over her and fell asleep,

As morning light poured through her bedroom window, Emily awoke. Still naked from last night, she grabbed her robe and went to the bathroom. Upon returning she sat on the edge of the bed and checked her cellphone for calls and messages. Both were from Jordan.

"Good morning, Emily. I hope you slept well. I need your help. It appears that I am stuck in New York until at least tomorrow. I have several packages that will arrive today. Would you be kind enough to my house sometime after 1:00 PM and move them into my home. My door code is 37463.

Please keep my car and pick me up at the airport tomorrow. I will provide you with the arrival time once I know what flight or travel scheduler has made final arrangements. You car is still at the Pine Club. I talked with the manager, Marion, I asked if she could arrange to have it sent to your home. She assured me that your car was safe but yes. she could. All she needs are your car keys and address. Drop your keys off and your car will be in your driveway this afternoon.

I appreciate all you are doing for me. Love, J"

After reading the text Emily immediately replied, "I will make sure your packages are put in your house this afternoon. It will make me feel easier knowing my car is home. No problem picking you up tomorrow or whenever your flight arrives.

Has the problem that brought you to New York been resolved? Love Emily"

She opened the second text. "I really enjoyed our time together. What are your plans for this week. Can we get together? Love J"

Before she could respond to the second text, a new one from Jordan

"Thank you so much for taking care of my packages. I will call Marion and let her know you will drop your keys off today. I hope you have a wonderful day. Love J"

Smiling at Jordan's latest text, Emily composed a response to her earlier second text.

"Hi J, my plans for the weekend got dumped on its head after talking with my husband, Caron--Cam, last night. He was supposed to be back in Clearwater Thursday night but the project in Ohio is ahead of schedule and the project management wants to conduct a preliminary system startup of Phase One. Whatever that means. They need Cam to stay in Ohio over the weekend for this test. He appears to be invaluable to the project. That's good I suspect but it leaves me with nothing except drinking wine, going to the pool alone, and maybe lunch with a few of my friends. Doesn't sound like much to look forward. Hope your plans are better. Love Emily"

After sending the text she got dressed and decided to have breakfast at First Watch. Driving the black Mercedes gave Emily a sense of prestige. With the top down and the wind flowing through her hair a sense of power surged through her. After getting seated and ordering a middle school colleague, Chuck Branson, walked into the restaurant. He immediately saw Emily walking over to say hi. After a few minutes of small talk, Emily invited him to join her for breakfast. Their conversation centered around the upcoming school year and who were some of the problem students from last year that were returning. With breakfast over Chuck was off to play golf with several army veterans with whom he had served in Afghanistan. Emily started her travels to the Pine Club and then to Jordan's home.

At the Pine Club Emily entered the Club and immediately received a warm greeting from Maion. She assured Emily that her car would be fine and be delivered to her driveway that afternoon. After giving the location in the shopping center and her address, the folder she left yesterday was retrieved in the room behind the bar. Emily had grabbed it before jumping to the Mercedes. It contained class roosters for the coming school year.

On the way out the door Emily noticed six or seven women were already at the club eating breakfast. Marion smiled, "They are regulars and like to have breakfast here and see who new might come to the club. It's their way being first to impress someone who is seeking a change in their life or a new relationship."

Emily responded, "Thanks for sharing that with me. I had better leave now before someone thinks I'm looking for someone."

Marion just laughed and said, "They would have to explain that to Jordan. I don't think they would want to do that. Have a good day, "

Once out the door Emily wondered exactly what Marion's comment really meant. Hopping back into the Mercedes, she headed to Jordan's home. A bit early she stopped at Walgrens to pick up toothpaste and several makeup items. Then off to Jordan's home.

Two packages by the front door awaited Emily as she pulled into the driveway. Neither one was heavy nor difficult to hold as she entered the door combination. Once the door opened, she walked in and placed the bundles on the kitchen counter. A sudden need to pee lead her to the bathroom. This wasn't just a functional space; it resembled a mini-spa. A walk-in shower, Sonna, and jacuzzi tub made this a destination rather than a simple bathroom. Intrigued, she wanted to tour the rest of the house.

The large master bedroom contained beautiful artworks, a king size bed, craftsman made furniture, a full-length mirror, and a hard wood floor covered by an expensive 9 by 12 oriental rug. A walk-in closet larger than many homes master bedroom completed the room. It was filled with expensive designer dresses and suits. Casual and sports clothes filled twenty-five percent of the right-side closet. Shoe racks filled with a wide variety from Prada's to Aidias. In the far back of the closet, partially concealed a strange mix of leather outfits that looked out of place. They resembled garments found in porn movies. A leather black ensemble caught Emily's attention. She wondered where, how, and who would wear that.

Finishing the tour she quickly passed the first guest bedroom and on to the second one. This room had a locked door. It seemed strange compared to the others. Although this seemed curious compared to the rest of the house, Emily closed and locked the front door, and got back into the Mercedes.

Before starting for home, a quick check of her messages found a new one from Jordan.

"Hi there beautiful. I am sorry your hubby is being held captive in Ohio this weekend. If you have no plans, would you like to join me at Atlantis 21 located in Pas-a-grille. It is a private woman only resort and spa. It's quite a relaxing place. Would you be my guest? Would you like that? I will call you later tonight after 8:00 PM to tell you more. Till then Love J"

This sounded like a great opportunity to rescue what otherwise would be a lost weekend with Cam stuck in Ohio. Rather than head straight home, she decided to go to Clearwater Beach and have a late lunch or early dinner at Frenchy's on the Beach. Lacking a schedule or pressing issues, Emily enjoyed driving the convertible and being free from any restrictions. Late lunch turned into an hour of conversation with a woman from New York down for a vacation. After lunch she drove over to Sand Key Park. Parked the car, took off her shoes and walked on the beach. With the sun moving towards the horizon, she returned to the Mercedes and drove home.

Upon arrival she found her car parked in the driveway. The keys were under the floor mate. Once inside she made the trip to the frig for some Chardonay and then to the Liani to enjoy the evening.

A few minutes past 8:00 her phone rang. "Hi there beautiful, New York is the usual busy place. The crisis that brought me here has been controlled thanks to my presence and influence with a major Italian designer. The relationship has been maintained, and peace has returned to the editor. I will be home tomorrow. Can you pick me up at the airport?"

Emily replied, "Great to hear from you. I miss you. Yes, of course I will be there. Text me your flight information."

"Thank you. Have you thought about coming with me to the Resort this weekend?"

"Yes, I would love to join you. It sounds wonderful. What do I need to do to get ready?"

"Not much. Just pack some basics. This is a casual place so I don't expect you will need to bring more than your toothbrush, comb, swim, coverup, and sunscreen. By the way, what type of suit to you normally wear?"

"I have a one piece blue and lite beige one. Why?

"Just wondering. Have you ever worn a two piece?

"Not since college. My husband think bikinis are a bit too revealing to be worn in public."

"That's stupid. With a body like yours, you need to share the view the others. Ok, I understand the situation. I have to go and have dinner with the designer whose temper tantrum I calmed. See you tomorrow. Love You Beautiful."

"I love you too. See you tomorrow."

Excited about the coming weekend with Jordan, Emily pulled her carryon luggage out of the closet and begum packing. Close to 9:00 a text from Cam came in.

"Dearest Emily, sorry I haven't called tonight. The startup process started today with many problems immediately arising. I have spent the day solving one minor crisis after another. While the crew working for me are good people, the complexity of these issues requires a team effort. Right now, it looks like we will be here all night. I hope you are doing well. I am sorry we won't be together this weekend. I have arranged for us to get away to Fort Meyers for three days this week. We will be staying at the Marriott and the company is paying the bill. This will give us time to reconnect."

"That sounds wonderful, I am looking forward to being with you. I miss you."

"I love you Emily, I have got to run, another problem has just popped up. I love you.

"I love you too. Be safe and get some rest when you can. "

Resuming her packing for the weekend, Emily's thoughts drifted back to Jordan and her strong feelings for her. Was this love or simply infatuations? She didn't know but at this point the passion and excitement surpassed logic. With her bathing suit and coverup packed, only her cosmetics and toothbrush were missing; They would be packed tomorrow.

Dressed in her comfy night gown, she got into bed with several copies of International Fashion. Her attention focused on articles written by Jordan.

Six o'clock arrived with the morning light. With the magazines still on the bed, Emily got up, stripped off her nightgown and when into the bathroom for a shower and got ready for the day. She would put on her makeup and dress for picking up Jordan later. For now, she would work around the house and do some preliminary work for the coming school year.

A text from Jordan arrived, "Good morning, Beautiful, I hope you had a good night. I could only think about you once I got back to the apartment. Can't wait to see you. My flight on Delta Flt 237 is scheduled to arrive at 6:00 tonight. Love you, J"

With the time or Jordan's arrival set, Emily now planned her day. After some laundry and housework, she settled into preparations for the coming school year. She would be teaching math to 110 seventh and eighth grade students during 5 classroom periods. With one planning period and a thirty-minute period and second half lunchroom duty, the next nine months activities were already iron clad. While she is a very good math teacher, her real passion is to teach creative writing. But today she had to review the data sheets for students assigned to each classroom period. Middle school challenges the most dedicated teachers. You never know from day to day how an individual student might act. Some days they are perfect students, the next they are "Hell's angel". Boys try to impress girls by throwing pencils and paper balls at them. It's exhausting and frustrating. Not quite what a rewarding career that was promised during college courses proposed.

At about 1:00 the doorbell rang. Amazon let a package by the front door. Since she had not ordered anything, Emily wondered if this package had been delivered to the wrong address. No, it had her name and address. Opening it there was a two-piece, black string bikini. The note simply said, "Leave your mother Hubbard at home and bring this one to the resort. Love, J"

Anxious to see it on, Emily immediately went into her bedroom, stripping off her clothes, she started to put on the bikini. After a few moments of struggling to put on, she tied the last tie on the right side. The bathroom mirror showed a beautiful woman who looked like a magazine model. "Not bad at all. I look very sexy. No wonder my hubby doesn't want me to wear it to the beach."

The one thing that caught her attention was that some of her pubic hair was visible around the front. This distraction was quickly removed thanks to a pair of scissors in the vanity drawer. Now she looked and felt very confident. Removing the bikini, she got dressed. A pale blue blouse, white skirt, and sandals completed her transformation. Although the trip would only take 30 to 40 minutes, she left for Tampa International at 4:30. Excited like a little girl on Christmas morning, she could not wait any longer.

Once at the airport, she stopped at Starbuck's for a coffee and then waited by the tram entrance by concours E. To her pleasant surprise, the flight was 10 minutes early. What seemed like an eternity, but was only a few minutes, arriving passengers began to emerge. Jordan accompanied by two men were among the first to step out of the tram. Jordan immediately rushed to Emily and gave her a big kiss and hug. To any onlookers it appeared like old friends greeting one another. To both women, it was far more.

"Honey, it is so good to see you. I really missed you." Jordan whispered into Emily' s ear.

"Me too."

Then Jordan switched to her professional mode. "Emily, I would like to introduce you to Serigo Garibaldi, legendary fashion designer and owner of the House of Garibaldi of Milan."

Dressed in a white suite, black shirt, and white Panama hit, he looked every bit the Italian fashion Mogel. He gave Emily a European style kiss on each cheek.

Jordan continued, "Alajandro, he prefers to be called Alex. He is a very sought after fashion model with our New York agency and a friend of Sergio."

With the introductions completed and no check baggage, Emily led the group to the elevator and to Mercedes parked on the seventh-floor garage. On the way to the car Jordan simply said to Emily, "I will catch you up later. Right now, we need to go to the Don Ceasar."

After a 35-minute drive and some pleasant conversation, the group reached the hotel. Both the room reservation competed for Sergio and Alex and dinner for the group, they retired to the bar for a drink and then dinner. After another two hours and dinner over, Serigo and Alex said goodbye and were off to their room.

Jordan said, "Thanks for being with me while I finished my responsibly tonight. Now let's go to Atlantis 21, the resort. It's less than a mile from here in Pass-a-Grille." With Emily driving and Jordan giving directions in less than five minutes the car pulled off a side street and onto a secluded drive. A gatehouse staffed security pen asked if they had a reservation. Before Emily could answer the guard recognized Jordan. "Good to see you Ms. Smanski, I have your reservation. Please go to the resort."

Privately impressed, Emily drove to the hotel, parked and proceeded to the lobby. The receptionist recognized Jordan as she walked through the door. "Good evening Ms. Smanski, it is a pleasure to see you again. Your room is ready. May I have someone take you luggage to your room?"

"Thank you, yes, please do that. Emily and I will go to the bar for a few minutes to unwind before going to the room. "

Turning to the right they walked in the bar, After ordering two Chardonay's, they found >

a couch on the large deck. The Gulf was less than 50 feet away. The soft breeze, the lapping water on the beach and fading light made a perfect setting to relax.

Emily asked, "How did your trip to New York go?"

"it was tense when I arrived. The publisher has a short fuse. Unfortunately, she decided to unload on Sergio Garibaldi, one of the most prominent fashion designers in the world. The House of Garibaldi provides not only top-level designer clothes for the elite market but also designs under a separate name, Antonio of Italy, for Saks and Nostrums. A third brand Alexander's, his operation in Vietnam, provides clothes for Macyes and Dillards. He is a very important client that the magazine cannot afford to lose."

"After some calm discussions and promises from the boss to support his demands, the relationship was salvaged. He is too important to ignore and piss off. As part of the deal, I agreed to write a glowing piece regarding the House of Garibaldi for publication in next month's edition. I also arranged to fly him and Alex to Tampa for weekend."

"Who is Alex?"

Jordan smiled and said, "He is one of our up-and-coming male models. To promote his career, he will do whatever we ask him. Sergio is gay and loves to spend time with young men. Alex is bi-sexual. I am guessing by the time we drove to Atlantis, Alex was naked and doing whatever Sergio wanted. If he pleases him, Alex may find a very attractive modeling contract."

"Does Alex sacrifice his morals and dignity?"

"It is part of acceptable things people in our industry do to get to the top. Alex has experience so he is willing to do whatever it takes to get there."

With their glasses running out of wine, Jordan put her hand on Emily's shoulder and began to softly stroke her. Within another minute their lips met, and soft but passionate kisses followed. Emily felt erotic passion growing within her.

Jordan whispered, "Let's go to the room."

She stood up and Emily quietly followed her.

Their room consisted of a king-size bed, a large dresser, a three-seat couch, lamps, and large screen TV. The bathroom was very large with a walk-in shower, large bathtub, toilet, and sink. A full-length mirror hung on the wall opposite the sink. Towels, shampoo, and various lotions were placed neatly on a shelf over the bathtub. Their luggage was placed neatly at the foot of the bed.

Entering Jordan said, "This is my favorite room. It is quiet, close to the beach, and private.

Sitting on the couch Jordan said, "I am so happy that you could join me. I think this will be a wonderful weekend for both of us. Atlantis is a clothing optional resort. The exceptions are the dining room where bathing suits and coverups are expected and, on the beach, other than that nudity is accepted without any question. Have you ever been at a clothing optional resort?"

Emily shyly replied, "No.+

"Nothing to be scared of. Atlantis is a woman only resort. No men not even the staff. It caters to married, single, and lesbians no questions or judgement. You will find it to be one of the most liberating weekends you have ever had. You and I will be together the entire time so you can feel both safe and loved in a very special way."

Emily's soft unsure smile indicated that she understood.

"The first thing you need to do is take off your clothes." The gentle but firm tone in Jordan's voice indicated that must be done immediately."

"Go ahead Sweetie, I have not seen your beautiful body in days. You were in my thoughts the entire time I was in New York."

Emily slowly began to take off her clothes and Jordan looked on approvingly.

Down to only her panties, Jordan said, "Go ahead Honey, take them off you will feel free."

Now naked Emily faced Jordan with a little girl expression having pleased her mother.

"You are beautiful. It is ashamed to cover your body with clothes. Please turn around so I can see the rest of you."

Obeying, Emily turned around.

"Thank you, Sweetie. You are a delight."

Turning back around to face Jordan, she felt a sense of calm yet erotic surge. Emily had never felt this excitement.

Jordan said, "I see you still have your bush. I think getting rid of it would make you feel much sexier. Have you ever gotten rid of it?"

Somewhat shocked, "No. I found some porn magazines my husband had stashed under the bed. Most of the women had no pubic hair. They did look very feminine."

"Exactly. Men and women really like that naturally bare pussy look. Why don't you let me give you a chance to see if you like it?"

"I don't know?"

"Let me help you. I have experience removing pubic hair. In fact, I had mine permanently removed with laser hair removal. It didn't hurt and I love not having to deal with it especially during my period."

Jordan went into the bathroom and got a large bath towel. Spreading on the bed, she said, "Come over here and lie down."

Here voice had a commanding tone and Emily obeyed without objection.

Staring at the ceiling, the buzz of an electric razor filled the room. Jordan's hands gently began to remove the dark bush. Within only a few minutes Emily's pubic hair was lying on the towel. Only a stubble remained."

"Now you look much better. All we need to do is shave the remaining hair. So go get in the shower and I will be in to finish making you sexier than you already are."

As she got off the bed, Emily realized that Jordan had remained fully clothed during the entire time. While she had been naked and vulnerable. This had a strange erotic feeling. She had become submissive to Jordan's orders without objection. After adjusting the water temperature, she stepped into the flow of warm water. For the first time she looked down and saw her almost naked pussy."

Within a minute Jordan came into the bathroom. She was wearing only her panties.

"Turn around my dear, I am going to finish the work we began in the bedroom." With a tube of shaving gel, she applied and massaged it into a lather. That action created a rising tide of erotic feelings. Quick action with the razor removed any trace of remaining pubic hair,

"You look beautiful Sweetie. Get out of the shower and look at yourself in the mirror."

Dripping wet Emily got out of the shower. In the mirror she saw what she hadn't seen since she was twelve. A perfectly naked woman. A growing tingle within her vagina. Moving in behind her Jordan now naked stood with her. "You can see we are both sexier without the bush. Does your husband give your oral pleasure?"

Embarrassed by the question, Emily was reluctant to answer but finally she said, "No. He tried once but stopped."

"My guess is that he may want to try again if you want it. Let's get back into the shower.'

Once in the shower Jordan began to soap up Emily and wash her. That action created a flash back for Emily to the night her former roommate joined her in the shower. As Jordan skillfully moved her hands over her body began of quiver. After gently washing her breasts, Jordan turned Emily around to wash her back. With the warm water flowing down her back and the firm hands massaging down her spine, soft, quiet moans started to be heard.

Jordan instinctively knew she had Emily submissive. Her right hand pulled her butt cheeks open. The soap applied and then a figure pressed gently against her rectum. Emily had and new and unexpected sensation. She moaned, "What are you doing?"

Jordan replied, "Just giving you a new feeling of excitement. Ever had anal experience?"

"No. Cam wanted me to do it but I refused. But you just touched something that did excite me. I not sure I want to do it."

"That's ok. We won't do this tonight."

With that they both got out of the shower; Drying off both women where dry when Jordan told Emily to sit on the small stool used when a person was applying makeup.

"I want to comb your hair before we go to bed. Just sit there and let me take a few minutes to make you feel pretty." With that she began combing Emily's hair.

Sitting naked on the stool while Jordan did her hair was another strange experience. Not since she was a child had she sat naked while her mother combed her hair. This was accomplishing Jordan's objective of making Emily very submissive to her desires.

As she slowly worked Emily's hair she said, "Do you feel how soft you are?"

Emily didn't reply but blushed.

"Go ahead and feel how soft and smooth you are between your legs. You look very sexy."

Reluctant to move, Jordan took Emily's right hand and placed on her pubic area. "Doesn't that feel good?"

Still aroused from the shower, Emily's finger slipped into her vagina. She immediately pulled it out and hoped Jordan had not noticed. Jordan had. The slight smile indicated she had noticed.

"Let's go to bed. Do you have to use the toilet before we get into bed?"

Nodding that she did, Jordan left the bathroom and got into bed. When Emily joined her she asked about getting her nightgown out of her bag. Jordan replied, "You don't need that tonight besides I have a few more plans."

She started kissing Emily's neck and quickly moved to her lips. What followed were long, passionate kisses. Tender yet exciting. As Jordan's tongue penetrated Emily's eager mouth, the erotic desires of both women increased rapidly. Jordan's kisses began moving down Emily's neck and then to her breasts. Emily's soft moans clearly indicated that she was excited.

"Spread your legs apart Sweetie." It sounded more like a command than a request. This heightened Emily's willingness to do what Jordan wanted.

One of Emily's deep fantasies that played often in her head was being taken and ordered to do what her sex partner demanded. While her husband had been a good partner, he treated her like a fragile doll. He did not recognize her need for an aggressive lover and she never told him. Her fantasy remained locked deep inside. Jordan's simple request unlocked the fantasy. Perhaps tonight the fantasy will become reality.

Jordan's kissing moved quickly to the vagina. Her tongue quickly but gently penetrated her vaginal lips and within seconds found the clitoris. As her tongue moved around it, Emily's passion grew beyond anything she had ever experienced. Her moans increased and soon she was crying, "Oh god, oh god, oh god, don't stop."

The intensity of Jordan's socking and manipulation of Emily's clitoris reached a sudden crescendo when Emily screamed, "Oh god " and then let out a loud scream and her body convulsed in an orgasmic rush. Bringing her legs together just as Jordan pulled away. Sweaty, breathing hard, and with heart racing, Emily had lost control of her body. This was the most explosive sexual experience she had ever had.

After a few minutes of recovery Jordan said, "You amazed me. That was magnificent." She then pulled the still quivering Emily to the top of the bed, pulled the sheet over her. Jordan the snuggled Emily into her as they fell asleep in the spooning position. The rest of the night was quiet and full of sound sleep.

To Be Continued