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Teresa Scalia: Teresa’s Exotic Encounter

It was late summer and Barbara Anderson had a real estate appointment that afternoon. Barbara’s sales territory was usually confined to her hometown; however, her agency handled this particular commercial property in a town about 15 miles distant. Her arrival at the site, approximately half hour before the scheduled appointment, gave Barbara time to make a quick visual inspection of the property. She had only read the printed description of the listing. The property had been a restaurant and was still fully equipped to do that business. The dining room would require some updating as the potential buyer saw fit. Finishing her inspection, Barbara watched from inside the storefront, through the plate glass window, for her appointment to arrive. Barbara’s attire for the day was all business. A navy blue suit with light blue blouse. Her skirt was a conservative inch above the knee but was sufficiently tailored to highlight the curves of Barbara’s hips and derrière. She wore suntan colored hose and matching blue heels. Her hair was done up in a French twist. Barbara’s look was all professional and business with just a dash of sexy.

Looking over the notes on the property and the potential buyer, Barbara had some thoughts.

“Miya Khatri, hmmmm, that’s an exotic sounding name.” Barbara thought.

Glancing up from her notes Barbara observed a silver Mercedes coupe pull into the curb in front of the property. Looking over the roof of the car to the far side Barbara saw the driver side door open. Out stepped a tall woman clad all in white. A sharp contrast to her raven black hair. Said hair was tied in the back in a simple ponytail and as Barbara saw when the driver stood away from the car, the thick ebony train reached to her waist.

Barbara made a quick, mental assessment as she watched her appointment walk up to the door.

“Tall, she must be 5’10” or 11”, and that hair. Copper colored skin, that explains something given her name. She must be Indian or Pakistani.”

Miya Khatri made her way to the front door and was met by Barbara.

“Ms. Khatri? I’m Barbara Anderson. I’m the agent for this property.” Barbara said as she extended her hand.

“Very nice to meet you, I’m Miya Khatri.”

As she extended her hand to receive Barbara’s handshake, Miya’s unbuttoned lightweight white jacket fell open. Barbara took more than a passing glance at Miya’s bust line and observed that Ms. Khatri was very well endowed and was braless under the tank top. Just a hint of a nipple was showing, pushing on the white cotton fabric and Barbara was sure she could see just a shadow of a dark brown areole. Pulling herself away from admiring Miya’s full and round breasts, Barbara took note of the other pieces of Miya’s attire. She was wearing a tight pair of white skinny jeans that were extremely flattering to her curvy hips and full thighs. With white leather, ankle high boots to complete the ensemble.

Barbara’s visual inspection of Miya’s boobs did not go unnoticed.

Miya thought to herself “Well, this woman is certainly checking me out. Isn’t she?”

Barbara was having some thoughts of her own “This Miya Khatri is certainly an exotic beauty. And that bronze skin against the white of her outfit, very attractive.”

Barbara was certainly accurate in her first impression. Miya Khatri was indeed a beauty with large expressive brown eyes, high cheekbones, and full lips. She wore a minimum of makeup, just enough to highlight her natural assets. Tall with a regal bearing, Miya was also blessed with an outstanding body. Full bosom and wide, but not too wide, hips with an ass that could be the rival of Teresa Scalia’s famed derrière.

“Shall we take a look at the property?” Barbara invited as she turned and walked into the building. Now it was Miya Khatri’s turn to make some physical assessments.

“This was unexpected. Very cute blonde real estate agent.” Miya thought as she watched Barbara from behind. “Healthy tan and very nice legs. And that skirt certainly flatters her bottom.”

The women toured the features of the business. Bar area, dining room, and of course the kitchen and food prep facilities. There were a few questions from Miya, nothing that Barbara could not readily answer. In the upper level of the business was an apartment. Barbara led Miya to the steep, narrow staircase access. Barbara took the lead with Miya enjoying the sway of Barbara’s bottom as she climbed the stairs. They did a quick tour of the one-bedroom apartment. Returning to the dining area Barbara offered to have a seat.

“Let’s have a seat and go over any more questions you may have.” Barbara said.

Miya took a seat and Barbara sat directly across from her. Feeling confident that she had this sale in the bag’ Barbara relaxed. She unbuttoned her suit jacket and sat back in the chair with one arm hooked over the back. Unconsciously, or perhaps consciously, gave a subtle arch to her back and pushed her chest forward. Barbara crossed her legs; her skirt rode up a few inches past her knee and she made no attempt to correct that.

“I do believe she’s vamping me.” Miya thought, somewhat amused. “Interesting, let’s see how she reacts.” Miya slipped off her own jacket and d****d it over the chair. As Miya relaxed in the chair Barbara got a clear view of her round boobs contained only by the white cotton tank top.

Barbara gave Miya’s impressive rack a long, nearly rude look. The tank top allowed just the slightest cleavage. However, the fabric was very fine in texture and was stretched over her bust line. Obviously braless, Miya’s breasts showed little if any sag. Her dark brown areoles were a shadow beneath the fabric. And her nipples were just barely pushing the fabric.

“Oh my goodness! Her boobs are perfect. I wonder if they’re hers or she’s had some work done?” Barbara pondered.

Miya was tempted to remind Barbara that her face was “up here”. But took no offense as she was now curious about the blonde real estate agent and what her preferences might be. Miya’s instincts were leading her in the right direction.

“Ms. Anderson?”

Miya’s question jolted Barbara from her visual fixation on Ms. Khatri’s impressive chest.

“Oh, oh excuse me Ms. Khatri. I was distracted.” Replied a slightly flustered Barbara. A hint of a rosy blush crossed Barbara’s face. Gaining her composure Barbara quickly sat up in her chair, recrossed her legs high on the thigh giving her nether regions a subtle rub. Again, oblivious to the fact that her skirt had ridden up another few inches. A welcome development as far as Miya Khatri was concerned as she was enjoying Barbara’s shapely gams. Maintaining a poker face, Miya gave no visual indication of what she was feeling about Barbara. Mentally she was grinning as she saw what could be a potential conquest.

The two women went over the final details of the transaction. Miya purchased the property and wrote a check for the entire amount. Barbara was rather nonplussed that this would be a cash sale with no financing involved.

“I think this is the first cash sale I’ve ever been involved with. I’ll have to hold the title until the check clears. I hope you understand.” Barbara explained.”

“No problem at all. I can assure you the check is good. Just let me know when I can pick up the title and I can take it from there.”

Miya thought for a moment and decided to make a subtle inquiry.

“Do you live here in Baxter?” Miya asked Barbara.

“No, I live about 15 miles from here in Middleport.”

“Really! I have a very good friend from my college days that lives in Middleport. Do you know Jenna Myers?”

Completely taken by surprise with this information, Barbara paused for a moment.

“Jenna Myers! She knows Jenna! What do I do? Do I admit I know her? Or do I lie about it?” A startled Barbara thought. Of course, Barbara knows, and has known, Jenna Myers on a couple occasions. One on a secluded beach, in a heated tryst, and the other in the oil wrestling ring, stripped and over Jenna’s lap receiving a crisp spanking. Barbara opted for deception.

“No, I don’t believe I know her. What does she do?” Barbara replied.

“Jenna works in the entertainment industry, last time I talked to her. We haven’t spoken in a few months.” Miya knew full well that Jenna had been working as a dancer. The entertainment industry sounded a bit more cultured.

“No, I don’t think I know her.” Barbara said casually, fervently hoping that that would put an end to the inquiries on Ms. Myers.

The documents were signed and the deal was closed. The women left the business and Barbara locked the front door. A final handshake. Miya took Barbara’s hand in both of hers and extended what was meant to be a simple business handshake. She looked directly into Barbara’s eyes while cupping her hands over hers. The handshake ended and Miya walked to her car with her jacket over one shoulder. Barbara got one last look at Miya’s luscious bottom packed into those white jeans. Miya opened the car door and, before she got in, looked back at Barbara.

Miya gave a flirtatious wave and said “Bye.”

Firing up the Mercedes, she drove off. Barbara let a huge sigh of relief as she watched the Mercedes head down the street. Happy that she made the sale, Barbara was also troubled that Miya and Jenna knew each other. What would happen if they talk to each other? And what would Jenna share with her about their history. Additionally, Barbara was having a few concerns about her attraction to the dusky Ms. Khatri. Rest assured, Barbara Anderson was indeed heterosexual. She was a completely faithful wife so far as other men were concerned. Her past encounters, firstly with Teresa Scalia and then later with Michelle Smithson, uncovered some dormant attractions to women. Conflicted about these feelings as she was, it did not prevent her from acting upon them when the opportunity arose. As was the case with Jenna on the secluded island.

Some background on Ms. Miya Khatri is in order. Born in the United States, she’s from a wealthy Indian family. This was old money that went back to the time when India was a British colony. Her parents immigrated to the United States shortly after they were married and financed by their families both parents achieved PhD’s. Miya was raised in an academic environment. But this daughter had no interest in pursuing an advanced academic career. When she earned her bachelor’s degree, she informed her parents that it was time to do more than study and wanted to experience life. Her parents were quite accommodating and continued to provide her with very generous financial support. Even when Miya came out to them as lesbian. Miya and Jenna had met during their college days and for a short time were lovers. They had maintained a friendship over the years.

In a few short weeks, the necessary updating had been done to the restaurant and Miya was preparing for grand opening. She decided she would give her friend Jenna call and invite her over.

“Jenna, it’s Miya Khatri. How are you?”

“Miya! Oh my gosh it’s good to hear from you. How long has it been?”

The two women spent the next several minutes catching up on what had been going on with their lives. Miya related that she had purchased the property and was opening a restaurant. She also happened to mention the real estate agent was from the same town as Jenna.

“She was a very cute blonde, in her early 30s. Dynamite legs and a very cute bottom. She was wearing a wedding ring, but I swear she was certainly giving me the once over.” Miya related.

“You remember her name by chance?” The wheels were turning in Jenna’s brain.

“Yes, I’ve got her business card right here. Just a second. Here it is. Her name is Barbara Anderson.”

“Oh my God!” Jenna laughed. “I certainly do know Mrs. Anderson. And I have no doubt she was checking you out.” Jenna then went on to give Miya a complete briefing on Jenna’s past encounters with Barbara. After listening to Jenna’s report on her experiences with Barbara Anderson, Miya was intrigued.

“Jenna you are terrible!” Miya exclaimed. “You spanked her in public? I don’t believe it!”

“Yes, I did, but I wished I hadn’t. I was pretty much under orders from my boss.” Jenna explained to Miya the situation at the oil wrestling event. “Barbara had gotten into a catfight with another housewife. We just upped the ante on them both to make a better show. That other housewife, Teresa Scalia, is a real diva. She truly deserved everything she got. A girl I work with, Maria, has tangled with her in the past. I still have a little remorse over what happened to Barbara”.

Miya was now beginning to hatch a plot in her head. Something that would be enjoyable for both her and Jenna.

“Jenna, why don’t you have a makeup date with Barbara? Mend some fences with her so to speak.” Miya proposed.

“What do you have in mind? I get the feeling there’s something devious going on here.” said Jenna with a bit of a snicker.

“Well, what I have in mind is that the afternoon of the opening you and Barbara can come over here, do some shopping in the Main Street shops, then perhaps some wine tasting. After that you two can have a nice dinner here and we’ll see what develops.”

“And what exactly would you like to develop?” Jenna queried.

“Oh, perhaps a more in-depth connection with my real estate agent. If she’s all you say she is.” Miya said seductively.

“This does sound like fun, you devil. Okay I’ll call Barbara and be my diplomatic best. I’ll let you know how things turn out.”

And with that, the plan was hatched. Now it was up to Jenna to convince a sure to be a reluctant and resentful Barbara.

From the kitchen counter the distinctive tone of Barbara’s cell phone announced an incoming call. Barbara, along with husband Mark and son Chad, were in the adjoining family room. The boys thoroughly enthralled with the Sunday night football game and Barbara enjoying a favorite book. Hearing the phone, Barbara marked her place and set the book down on an end table. Retrieving the phone from the counter Barbara looked at the incoming number and did not recognize it.

“Good Lord I hope this isn’t another extended car warranty sales pitch.” Barbara thought. “Hello, this is Barbara.”

“Hi Barbara. This is Jenna Myers. How have you been?” Said Jenna very breezily.

“Who? Jenna Myers! Why are you calling me? I can’t imagine I’d have anything to say to you.” Barbara said in a hushed voice as she put her hand over her mouth and some distance between herself and the family room. She certainly did not want her husband hearing any of this particular conversation.

“Now please Barbara hear me out. I want to make amends with you. I am so, so, sorry about what happened at the oil wrestling show. Roxanne made me do that to you. I had no choice, or I would lose my job. I’ve been filled with guilt ever since.”

“Your remorse is commendable. I’ll hang up now and I’ll thank you never contact me again.” Barbara said forcefully.

“Wait Barbara, please.” Jenna pleaded. “Remember the island? Don’t you think that was something special….. I do.”

Indeed, Barbara did remember their island tryst. In fact, her mind wandered back to that time quite often, but the public humiliation she suffered at the oil wrestling show was quite another matter. Nonetheless, Barbara had a small speck of curiosity about what Ms. Myers was up to.

“I remember the island quite well. And I remember what you did to me in front of the entire town. Why should I listen anything you have to say?” Barbara stated less forcefully with a more inquisitive tone.

“Please let me make this up to you. Give me the chance to show you I’m truly sorry.”

Now Barbara’s interest was piqued. Her time with Jenna on the island was one of the most intense sexual experiences she’d ever had. And Barbara was considering this might be an avenue to explore once again.

“All right Jenna, I’ll listen. What do you have in mind?”

Jenna then went on to describe their “makeup date” activities. Shopping, winetasting, a nice dinner.

“Jenna we can’t do that around here. We’ll be seen. There’s enough wagging tongues in this area as it is.”

“Oh no we’ll go to a different town. There are several to choose from that have the things we want to do.” Jenna specifically avoided naming the town where Miya’s restaurant is located. She didn’t want to raise any suspicions with Barbara.

Barbara took a long pause and consider the risk versus reward. Her libido got the best of her and Barbara consented.

“Oh my, Jenna, you’ve convinced me. Will a week from Saturday work for you? My husband and son will be on football road trip weekend and I can get away easily.”

“Wonderful I’m so glad! I’ll pick you up around 3 PM?” Jenna asked.

“No, that won’t work. You can’t pick me up at my house. Too many prying eyes. I’ll meet you at that roadside park on the west edge of town. We can drop one vehicle there and then go on.” Barbara knew this roadside park rather well as it was at this location she had to pause to relieve some sexual tension on a late night. And have an encounter, with her pants down, with a highway patrolman.

“I know exactly where you mean. I’ll see you there at the appointed time. Barbara I’m really looking forward to this.” Jenna said with all the contrived sincerity she could muster.

“I am too Jenna.” Barbara thought this would be a fun afternoon, a girls afternoon out. But deep down she was toying with the hope that there could be some sensuous activities.

It was a seasonably warm Saturday in October. Barbara, with more than a little nervous anticipation, had arrived at the roadside park about 15 minutes before the 3 o’clock meeting time. Barbara’s mind began to race as she thought about what could or could not happen on this “date”. She did have some lust in her heart for the attractive dancer Jenna Myers. Barbara was also reviewing in her mind the night she had stopped at this park. A rather humiliating scene being caught masturbating by a highway patrolman. As she was reliving those moments, Barbara’s right hand slowly reflexively found itself between her jean covered legs. Barbara closed her eyes and allowed her head to lean back and rest on the seat headrest. Soon she was reminiscing her time with Jenna on the beach. Lost in her dreams she was soon brought back to reality by the sharp beep of an auto horn. Looking to her left she saw a bright red Volkswagen bug and out stepped Jenna Myers.

Her long curly hair down well past well past her shoulders, the caramel skinned Jenna was the picture of fall fashion. Under a medium brown cardigan, she was wearing a burnt orange long-sleeved top. Stylish tight jeans with the requisite holes. On her feet were a black pair of chunky heel, stacked sole lace up boots. Jenna quickly walked up to Barbara’s car. Barbara stepped out of her car, shut the door and locked it. She turned toward Jenna. Dressed appropriately for fall, Barbara was wearing a navy blue, bulky knit sweater. She also chose jeans for the day, tight and formfitting. Completing her outfit were a pair of brown suede, ankle high boots with stylish high heel.

“Barbara thank you for meeting me,” Jenna said as she took Barbara’s hands in hers. “I so much want to make up to you after what happened that day.”

Barbara was slightly taken aback at Jenna’s physical closeness, but didn’t pull her hands away.

“It’s all right Jenna, I accept your apology. Let’s have a nice day, okay?”

“Great that’s all I can ask. Let’s get going.”

The women climbed into Jenna’s VW and headed out of the park. Barbara had discussed their destination and was curious about what Jenna had in mind.

“What town are we going to?” Barbara asked.

“Oh, just down this road a few miles. There’s a good winery there and some interesting shops.” Jenna was being deliberately evasive so as not to alert Barbara that some plans were afoot. The women exchanged small talk as the miles went by. Soon they were getting close to the town of Baxter, which of course, was the location of Miya’s restaurant. Reading the road signs, Barbara saw that the next exit was to the town of Baxter. Her heart sank when Jenna clicked on the turn signal and took the exit.

“Not Baxter, oh no not Baxter.” Barbara mentally lamented. “I guess I’ll just have to see where this goes and hope for the best.” Barbara decided to brazen it out and feign ignorance. “We’re going to Baxter?” Barbara asked with a slight tone of trepidation.

Jenna could detect a hint of apprehension in Barbara’s voice. “I think Miss Barbara may be having some notions about what is going on.” Jenna thought. “Yes, there’s a lovely winery there and some interesting shops.” Jenna replied.

“Sounds great, I’m in the mood for some wine.” said Barbara. Thinking to herself “I’m in need of some wine in more ways than one.”

The ladies arrived in town and after parking Jenna’s VW, they started their walking tour of the various shops. There was another resident of Middleport taking a shopping trip to Baxter today. Mrs. Teresa Scalia was on the hunt to add some antiques to her collection. Teresa was wearing a brown tweed, knitted sweater dress. Long sleeved with a turtleneck collar, the hem fell just to the knee. And as was common for most of Teresa’s wardrobe the fit was sufficiently snug to leave no doubt as to her physical attributes. Teresa also sported a new pair of medium brown knee-high boots and matching handbag with shoulder strap. As she exited one shop, Teresa happened to look across the street and lo and behold were a couple familiar faces. Teresa stopped in her tracks to confirm her observation.

“It’s Barbara and that dancer!” Teresa observed as she watched the two. “And my aren’t they chummy.” Jenna and Barbara were indeed quite at ease with each other, walking shoulder touching shoulder and sharing a laugh. “I always knew there was something going on between those two. Now’s my chance to get some real dirt on that blonde.” Teresa then began some covert surveillance. Following the pair at a discrete distance, Teresa took great pains to avoid being discovered.

A few hours of shopping went by quickly with Teresa staying in visual contact. Jenna checked her watch.

“Oh gosh! It’s almost 6:30 PM we need to get to the winery for their last tour.”

The shopping had relaxed Barbara and she had put some of her fears to rest. She was looking forward to the winery. The pair made their way to the parking lot and Jenna’s VW. Teresa hung back still watching their every move.

“It looks like they’re leaving. I bet they’re going to some sleazy motel.” Teresa thought. Fortunately for Teresa, her car was in the same lot.

With their purchases stashed in the back of the VW, Jenna headed to the winery on the edge of town. As the red Volkswagen left the parking lot, Teresa scurried over to her Lexus SUV. She quickly left the parking lot in the same direction as the Volkswagen. And it wasn’t long before she spotted them on the road. Red Volkswagen bugs tend to stand out. In less than a mile they were at the winery. Barbara and Jenna entered the front entrance to begin the tour. Not daring to follow them into the winery, Teresa parked at an advantageous point where she could observe them when they exited.

“Not the rendezvous I had thought of. I’ll have to see what happens when they come out.” Teresa thought.

The girls enjoyed the tour, but both were ready for imbibing. Both girls tasted several different varieties and decided on a bottle of white for purchase. Seated at a table, Jenna noticed that Barbara was knocking back two glasses to her one.

“Well, it seems Mrs. Anderson is loosening up with little encouragement from me.” Jenna laughed to herself. The bottle of white was empty and the winery was closing for the evening. It was nearly 8 PM.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m famished,” said Jenna. “Let’s go get some dinner.”

“Dinner sounds wonderful.” Barbara said. In her slightly tipsy state, Barbara had put the restaurant of Miya Khatri to the back of her mind. Barbara Jenna exited the winery arm in arm and sharing another laugh. This was all observed by the vigilant Teresa.

“My God they look like they’re on a date! I bet that’s what it is. Oh Barbie, you are going to get in some deep trouble.” Teresa said with evil glee. Teresa was ready to confront the pair then and there but decided to hold off. “I’ll let Barbara’s little peccadillo run for a while and see what develops.” Teresa was having a wickedly good time playing spy.

Back in the VW for another short ride into town, with Teresa following at a discreet distance in her Lexus SUV. Jenna parked across the street from the restaurant and Barbara was jolted back into shocked sobriety.

“Oh my God. Miya Khatri’s restaurant.” thought Barbara.

Jenna could see the dismay on Barbara’s face.

“Barbara, I have to make a confession to you and be completely honest.” Jenna said as she took Barbara’s hand in hers. “The owner of this restaurant, Miya Khatri, is a friend of mine. And I know you sold her the property. Miya doesn’t know any details of our past, just that we know each other.” Obviously, Jenna wasn’t being completely honest.

Barbara considered Jenna’s confession. Perhaps the alcohol swayed her, Barbara accepted Jenna’s explanation.

“Okay Jenna. Thank you for that.” Barbara said as she leaned over to Jenna and kissed her on the cheek. “Now let’s have dinner, shall we?”

“Yes, let’s!” Jenna replied.

Meanwhile Teresa had found a parking place about ½ a block

from the restaurant. Exiting her vehicle, she quickly located the red Volkswagen in time to see Jenna and Barbara walk into the restaurant hand-in-hand.

“Well, well, well,” Teresa thought “this is interesting. I need to get into that restaurant and see how Barbie’s date night develops.”

Jenna and Barbara entered the restaurant and were greeted by the hostess, who was attired in traditional Indian garb. The ladies were seated in a corner booth, featuring a wraparound cushioned seat.

“Would you please tell Miya that Jenna Myers and Barbara Anderson are here?”

“Certainly,” replied the hostess. In a few minutes Miya Khatri arrived at their table. Miya was dressed in a traditional Indian sari of bright crimson silk. The short-sleeved top left no doubt of Ms. Khatri’s expansive bust and the skirt portion was equally form fitting.

“Good evening ladies. Welcome to my restaurant. So good to see you again Jenna. And Ms. Anderson, I thought you didn’t know my friend Jenna?” Said a very coy Miya.

Barbara began to try and offer an explanation, but before she could say anything Jenna put the situation at ease.

“Now Miya, Barbara and I have put this all behind us. And we’re here to have a nice evening.” Jenna said breezily.

“Yes Ms. Khatri, I apologize for my slight deception.” Confessed Barbara.

“Not a problem at all, and while we’re at it, shouldn’t we all be on a first name basis?” Miya asked.

“Of course, Miya.” Barbara replied with a smile.

“Wonderful! I’ll send your server over to get your drink order while you look over the menu. And tonight, everything’s with my compliments. So enjoy yourselves.” Miya said. With that Miya are two ladies to their dinner.

“Thank you for getting me past what could’ve been a very awkward moment.” Barbara said as she looked into Jenna’s eyes.

“That’s quite all right. We’re going to have a wonderful evening.” Jenna said with just a slight tone of seduction.

While all this was going on Teresa had stealthily entered the restaurant and found a seat at the bar. From this vantage point she could maintain her surveillance through a room divider unbeknownst to her targets. As the evening progressed, Jenna and Barbara enjoyed a sumptuous Indian dinner. Both women were also enjoying the complementary drinks. The dinner plates had been cleared from the table and the women were enjoying an after-dinner cordial. Barbara took the opportunity to slide over in the booth to be directly next to Jenna. With their thighs touching, beneath the table Barbara placed her hand on Jenna’s leg and leaned in close to her face.

“This is been such a wonderful day, thank you so much.” Barbara said in a hushed tone.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it, I’m having a wonderful time as well.” said Jenna as she moved even closer to Barbara and put her right arm around her shoulder. Jenna gifted Barbara with a lingering kiss on the cheek. This activity did not go unnoticed by the snooping Teresa.

“Oh my God! Hello young lovers!”

The dinner crowd had diminished in the restaurant and it was nearing closing time. The barman advised Teresa that they would be closing soon and that she would have time for one more libation. Teresa ordered another glass of wine and pondered her next move. She didn’t have long to wait. At this point all the dinner crowd had left, with the exception of the employees, the owner, and Mss. Scalia, Anderson, and Meyers.

“I’ve got a few things to wrap up down here and then close up shop. Why don’t you two go to my apartment and I’ll join you in a few minutes.” Miya suggested.

“All right, shall we Barbara?” said Jenna as she gave Barbara’s thigh an under the table squeeze. That squeeze was incentive enough for Barbara to venture forth with the anticipation of things to come.

“Fine with me.” Barbara agreed. The pair exited the booth and turned towards the back of the business. As they departed, side-by-side, Jenna took the opportunity to cop a quick feel of Barbara’s round, denim covered derrière. “Oh!” Barbara yipped as she did a quick hop. Looking directly at Jenna with a slight smile, Barbara did nothing to remove Jenna’s hand. And in fact, covered it with her own keeping it firmly in place on her butt. Teresa witnessed it all and heard the conversation. She was more determined than ever to continue her observations.

“I’ve got to see what they’re up to and I’m sure it’s nothing innocent. But this place is closing now. I need somewhere to hide until everyone’s gone.” Teresa schemed. As stealthily as possible, she made her way to the women’s restroom. Entering one of the stalls, she precariously perched herself, standing on the seat in her leather soled boots. Leather souls offer little traction against the smooth plastic of the seat. Teresa had to carefully manager balance. After about 15 minutes a female voice called out.

“Anyone in here? Closing time. Anyone at all?” With that, the lights in the restroom went off and Teresa was standing on a toilet seat in the darkness. Teresa silently waited another 20 minutes. Hearing no indication of there being anyone in close proximity, she gingerly stepped down off the commode. Going to the door Teresa cautiously opened and surveyed the scene. The dining room and bar area lighting was off except for some minimum night lighting. Teresa heard no sound save for some faint sounds of music coming from the rear of the building. Searching for the source of the music, Teresa could hear the sounds of conversation and laughter. Finding her way through the dark room she came upon the stairwell to the apartment. The narrow stairwell was dark, but she could see soft light coming through a doorway at right angles at the top of the stairs from the left side. Teresa eavesdropped for a few minutes, barely understanding what was being said. She noticed that the conversation had stopped. Curiosity getting the best of her, Teresa slowly began creeping up the stairs. Keeping low, Teresa was practically on hands and knees as she climbed the heavily carpeted steps. She stayed close to the left wall of the staircase. Touching the rough-cut boards that made up the wall covering, Teresa found the surface covered with sharp points and splinters of wood. As she scaled the steps, her left hip rubbed against the wood siding. The knit of her sweater dress was snagging on the splinters.

“Dammit.” Teresa thought as she freed her dress from a stray splinter for the third time. Reaching the top of the stairs, stayed in a prone position and peeked around the corner of the door. There she saw Jenna and Barbara embracing in a slow dance. As the couple did a slow pirouette, Teresa could see Barbara’s hands on Jenna’s very round bubble butt administering some soft caresses. Jenna was gently kissing Barbara’s neck. Entering from an adjoining room, Miya paused to look at the couple. She had changed from her traditional sari into a pair of gray sweatpants and white T-shirt. Considering her next move for a moment, Miya came up behind Barbara and embraced her. Barbara looked back at Miya as Miya moved in to kiss her mouth. Barbara did nothing to resist and the three swayed in unison to the music.

“I knew she was a dyke.” Teresa said somewhat triumphantly. “God they’re all dikes! Now I’ve got to get some evidence on Barbie. Something I can spread all over and ruin her.” Cautiously, so as to make no sound, Teresa reached into her over the shoulder bag and retrieved her phone. Laying prone, Teresa stretched her right arm to get an angle for incriminating photos. Seeing that she couldn’t get the lovers quite into the frame, Teresa pushed forward on her toes to increase her reach. Stretching as far she could, Teresa barely had a grip on the phone. Straining in her efforts to extend her reach, Teresa dropped her phone. Immediately she froze fearing that she would be discovered. Fortunately, the heavy pile carpet cushioned the impact and no sound was created. Teresa tried to retrieve the phone, but it was out of her reach. Stretch as she might she could not touch it with her fingers. She absolutely could not crawl any further as it would put her directly in the doorway and in full view. Desperate for a means to retrieve her phone, Teresa took her bag off her shoulder. Leaning hard against the wall and using the purse strap, she attempted to loop it over her phone and draw toward her. Her first two attempts failed. On her third attempt Teresa pushed hard on her tiptoes to extend her reach. The heavy pile carpet combined with her smooth leather soled boots offered no traction and Teresa’s feet slipped out from under her. With an audible grunt, Teresa came down hard on her stomach with her legs straight out behind her and arm stretched in front.

“What was that?” said Jenna.

“Sounds like someone in the stairwell.” Miya replied.

Teresa knew the jig was up and was now scrambling to make a hasty retreat. She lunged forward to grab her phone but was prevented because her dress was firmly snagged on the wall. Struggling to try and get her footing, Teresa’s boots could find no purchase on the steps and she was literally spinning her wheels. Grasping the snagged dress with her left hand, Teresa pulled and tugged to try and free it to no avail. She made a final desperate lunge forward to grab her phone and missed. Again flat on her stomach, Teresa began to slide down the stairs. Her sweater dress, firmly snagged, stayed put. Teresa could feel the hem slide up her thighs as she descended. Teresa’s plunge was slowed for a moment when the hem stretched over the expanse of her derrière. Teresa was scrambling for a grip either with her feet or hands and was having no success. The hem snapped over the apex of Teresa’s bottom and the slide continued. Momentum was now taking over and Teresa could not stop it. She continued bouncing down the stairs on her belly. Teresa’s chin clipped a stair tread and dazed her. Her dress was quickly pulled inside out. There was another pause with the dress bunching up below Teresa’s bust line. The pause was fleeting as gravity was taking over. Once past Teresa’s boobs the dress quickly pealed inside out overhead and shoulders and off of her arms. With over half the stairwell yet to traverse, Teresa’s descent speed was increasing. Her boots hit the floor at the bottom of the stairs. Teresa’s momentum carried her briefly to a standing position. Still dazed from the rough-and-tumble ride down the stairs she could not keep standing. She then backwards falling awkwardly directly on her ass. Somewhat shocked she did not make an immediate attempt to rise in the dark landing.

Miya stepped into the foyer at the head of the stairs. Seeing nothing in the darkness she switched on the hall light. At the bottom of the stairs she spied Mrs. Teresa Scalia. Suddenly bathed in light, Teresa took stock of her situation. On her bottom and thighs she could feel the chill of the tile floor where she unceremoniously landed. Her hands went to her bra covered breasts and then down over her torso to her hips, verifying with her hands what her eyes were telling her. She had managed to lose her dress. Looking to the top of the stairs Teresa rose.

“Who the hell are you! What are you doing?” Asked Miya.

Jenna and Barbara joined Miya in the foyer, curious about the commotion. Both women spotted Teresa at the same time.

“Teresa!!” Barbara exclaimed.

“Why it’s Mrs. Scalia. And by the looks of things, she’s misplaced her clothes.” Jenna smirked.

Teresa got to a standing position and tried to assess her situation. She indeed had completely lost her sweater dress. Clad only in a chocolate brown lace bra and matching lace panties, Teresa was quite a sight in her knee-high boots. Miya spied the phone and purse on the floor and the sweater dress clinging to the wood wall. Not concerned with damage to the garment, Miya tore the dress free. Teresa tried to cover herself with her arms as she began to make demands.

“Give me my things and I’ll be out of here.” Teresa commanded as she tried to smooth out her hair.

Miya surveyed the situation. She looked to Jenna and Barbara. “Do you two know this woman?”

“Miya this is the diva I told you about from the oil wrestling show.” Jenna offered. At the mention of the oil wrestling show Barbara shot a look at Jenna and immediately blushed as she did not want to be reminded of that event.

“All right but what is she doing here?” Miya asked.

“I can answer that.” Barbara said very seriously. “She’s spying on me. Trying to get some dirt she can use to embarrass me.” Taking the phone from Miya, Jenna began scrolling through the pictures. Finding what she was after, she showed the phone to Miya.

“Spying indeed and taking pictures. Very naughty Mrs. Scalia.” said Jenna. Jenna handed the phone to Barbara who looked through the pictures. Barbara was seething and ready to take Teresa to task.

“Give me my things right now dammit!” an increasingly irritated Teresa ordered as she stomped her foot for emphasis. “Stay out of my purse. You’ve got no business looking in there.” Said Teresa as she watched Miya search through her things. Forgoing her attempt to maintain some modesty, Teresa crossed her arms under her chest. Miya did indeed make a quick inventory of the contents of Teresa’s purse. Finding a few critical items such as car keys and driver’s license. Miya’s creative mind went to work. She recalled what Jenna had told her about Teresa Scalia. Both Jenna’s firsthand knowledge at the oil wrestling show and what Maria Ramirez had told Jenna of Maria’s past dealings with Teresa. And it was not lost on Miya how attractive Mrs. Scalia was and already in her lingerie. Miya viewed this as an opportunity for some exciting recreation.

“She certainly has a good rack and those hips. Oh my. I’ll just bet that back porch is impressive. I could have some fun with her.” Miya thought.

“Mrs. Scalia, or may I call you Teresa? You need to come up here and we will discuss what should be done with you.” Miya said.

“I’m not doing anything you say. Give me my things. I want to leave right now!” Teresa retorted as she put her hands on her hips.

Miya thought this act of defiance was quite amusing given the situation Teresa was in.

“Now, now Mrs. Scalia, you have no leverage whatsoever. I have your purse, I have your car keys, I have your driver’s license and I even have your clothes.” Miya laughed as she flaunted Teresa’s abandoned dress. “What are you going to do? Walk out onto the street at 11:30 PM in your bra and panties? I’m sure you’ll get a ride somewhere, but it won’t be the ride you expect or want. And it’s probably little chilly outside for what you’re wearing. So let’s stop the nonsense.”

“Yes, let’s stop this nonsense and get on with what I’ve got in store for you.” Miya thought lustily.

Barbara was having a few thoughts of her own regarding Teresa’s fate. Her mind went back to the episode at the Gentlemen’s Club when she and Teresa had teamed up to get some dirt on Roxanne Starr. When they were discovered, Teresa bailed out leaving Barbara stuck in a trashcan and apprehended by Maria, Kathy, and Roxanne. The tonsorial experience Barbara had with those three left a lasting impression.

As for Jenna Meyers, she was keeping her eye on Barbara and could tell that the blonde soccer mom had some plans of her own regarding Teresa Scalia. And it was Jenna who had some plans for Barbara.

Teresa took a moment to assess her situation. She was totally without options. She mentally went over what possible consequences awaited her and shuddered slightly at the thought.

Teresa mentally went through a laundry list of possibilities. “They’ve got me, I can’t go anywhere. I’ll have to do what they say. That damn Barbara will probably be the instigator. And that little dancer, who knows what she’ll think up. And that woman who owns this place, I don’t like the way she’s looking at me, she’s got something in mind.”

Teresa stopped up the staircase glaring at Miya. She did cover her bust line with her arm. Reaching the top of the stairwell Miya extended an arm to direct Teresa into the living room. Jenna and Barbara took a seat on the sofa while Miya stood directly in front of Teresa.

“Now what?” Teresa said haughtily.

“Well, my dear that’s what we’re here to decide.” Miya replied. “I certainly think there must be some consequences to your behavior Mrs. Scalia.”

“Look, I’ll delete the pictures from him my phone and I won’t tell anyone what I saw here. I’ll leave and you could have your little party. Now give me my things.” Teresa offered.

Miya began to slowly circle the standing Teresa getting a good look at the Italian housewive’s assets. And it was indeed Teresa’s “assets” that Miya was most interested in.

“Goodness, she does have an ass and I do believe I’ll be getting my hands on it here quite soon.” Miya thought. “No, no, no Mrs. Scalia. We are not negotiating. We are far beyond the point of negotiating. Also, you cannot be trusted. So, we must determine your penalty for this act.” Miya said in a most lawyerly tone while standing behind Teresa.

Jenna spoke up. “You know Miya, I think Mrs. Scalia has a certain anatomical feature that invites corporal punishment.”

“Jenna’s right. I’ve had the pleasure myself of attending to that big butt. And I think it’s time to revisit that activity.” Barbara chimed in.

“And I’ve had you over my knee Barbie. And so has Michelle. And who knows what went on that day on the beach when Michelle and I found you with a red butt. Maybe was your little friend here who tanned your ass.” Teresa countered.

“That’s a capital idea ladies.” Miya said.

“You’re not spanking me!” Teresa said as she made a lunge for her dress laying on the floor. Quick as a cat Miya grabbed Teresa’s left wrist. Feeling Miya’s grasp, Teresa swung around with a roundhouse right. Miya anticipated this and easily avoided the slap.

“Well, were going to be feisty are we?” Miya taunted. Miya quickly got Teresa’s left arm behind her back, holding it in place with her left arm. With her right Miya got a good hold on Teresa’s hair. Teresa struggled mightily but was easily held in place. Barbara came forward and secured Teresa’s right arm to prevent any further slaps.

Her face close to Teresa’s, Barbara said “Now you’ll get what’s coming to you. You spying b*tch!”

“Jenna come here and take her arm. Let’s move her over to the couch.” said Miya.

Jenna took Teresa’s left arm while Miya kept one hand on Teresa’s hair. The three women had their hands full with the struggling Teresa. They moved a few feet to the couch when Miya had an idea.

“Girls, bend this b*tch over the arm of the couch.” Miya ordered. Teresa resisted as best she could, but the three other women were more than she could handle. With Barbara and Jenna on each arm and Miya controlling her head, with her grip on her hair, Teresa was forced over the left arm of the couch, facing to the right. Jenna and Barbara kneeled on the cushions, pulling on Teresa’s arms. With her boots still on the floor, Teresa was compelled to bend at the waist with her ass in the air. Although she couldn’t move away from the cushioned arm, Teresa continued to kick and fight. Myra relinquished her grip on Teresa’s hair and let her struggle for a bit. It wasn’t long before Teresa realized she was totally in their control. She stopped her kicking and Miya decided to take some action.

“It’s a good thing I’m left-handed.” Miya snickered as she placed her right hand on the small of Teresa’s back. Teresa’s head immediately snapped to the right to look back at Miya.

“What you going to do?” said the still defiant Teresa.

“Oh, just get a little better look at you.” Miya replied. Sliding the tips of her fingers over the smooth, bare skin of Teresa’s back, Miya’s fingers found the waistband of Teresa’s panties. Teresa jerked forward at the feel of Miya’s fingers. And with Jenna and Barbara intently looking on, Miya slowly lowered Teresa’s panties to just below the swell of her bottom. Teresa dropped her head to the couch and then lifted and again looked back at Miya. In no hurry to begin, Miya took her time sliding both hands over the ample derrière of Teresa.

“Her skin is so soft and her ass, my God her ass is fantastic. This is starting to get me hot.” Miya thought. Miya admired the curve of Teresa’s hips and her round, full butt cheeks. That sumptuous ass blended well with her sturdy, but not too large, thighs. The knee-high boots, with their high heels, gave an arch to Teresa’s back and her derrière a saucy tilt. All of this was complemented by Teresa’s flawless olive skin. Giving each cheek and exploratory squeeze, Miya decided to have a little fun before getting down to serious chastisement. Using one hand on each of Teresa’s butt cheeks, Miya began with some light, pity pat smacks.

Teresa dropped her head once again, her mind racing. “What’s she doing? Christ, I hope this is it. I can handle this with no problem.”

Miya looked to Jenna and Barbara. “How about a little butt bongo girls?”

Jenna and Barbara both laughed. Barbara said “Please do, that would be great. Are you an accomplished percussionist?”

“What!” Teresa said as her head snapped up, looking at Barbara.

“I think I have sufficient skills in that area.” Miya replied.

Miya then commenced a virtuoso bongo performance on the hapless Teresa’s bottom. Maintaining a steady rhythm, Miya did indeed have some skills and even added a few dance steps to the performance. Miya’s two assistants found the act highly amusing and were giggling like school girls. This only added insult to injury as far as Teresa was concerned. The light spanks were having a cumulative effect. Teresa’s cheeks were beginning to blush and she was beginning to feel more than a little discomfort. Alternately dropping her head and raising it to look back at her tormentor, then at her to restrainers, Teresa began to squirm. She flexed her knees repeatedly and moved her distressed bottom up and down. Teresa looked directly at Barbara with extreme vitriol. She was more tormented by the humiliation at the hands of her main rival than the actual physical discomfort. That was about to change.

“Well I think things are sufficiently warmed up, time to get down to business.” Miya announced.
Teresa’s head snapped around to look at my once again. “Business? What business?”

“Why this business my dear.” With that Miya delivered a hard slap to Teresa’s left butt cheek. And quickly followed with an equally hard spanked to the right.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Teresa grunted as the hard spanks connected. She dropped her head, resting her forehead on the cushion. Miya continued punishing Teresa’s ass alternating spanks from one cheek to the other. Jenna and Barbara watched intently as Teresa suffered.

“She certainly has an ass for spanking.” Jenna observed. “It’s too bad I didn’t get a better look at her getting it from Maria at the oil wrestling show, but then I had other things to attend to.” Jenna said as she looked at Barbara. Barbara’s face flushed a bright crimson as she was reminded of that time.

Miya took a break from her ministrations. Breathing heavily, Teresa sagged on the couch, her knees buckling and her belly resting on the cushioned arm. Sensing that her victim had given over to her fate, Miya instructed her two assistants. “You can let go of her arms. I don’t think she’s going anywhere.” Indeed Teresa kept her position on the couch. With her hands free she quickly cupped both ass cheeks and tried to rub away the pain. Teresa wasn’t the only one breathing heavily. Miya from the physical exertion, Barbara from the arousal she felt seeing Teresa punished, and Jenna from detecting Barbara’s arousal. Jenna had an idea regarding Barbara’s arousal. Jenna moved close to Barbara and whispered in her ear.

“You like watching her get spanked don’t you? And I know you liked it when I spanked you. Didn’t you? Her bottom is so nice and round. Do you want to spank her? I’ll help you.”

Barbara looked deep into Jenna’s eyes and gave a one-word answer. “Yes” And as she gave Jenna her reply, Barbara took her face in her hands and gave her a long, soulful kiss.

“Miya, if you don’t mind, Barbara and I would like to have a little fun as well with our guest.”

“Not all, I could use a break.” Miya gave Teresa a gentle pat on the butt as she gave way to the caramel skinned dancer and the blonde soccer mom. Teresa propped herself up on her elbows to see what was going to happen next. Seeing the two women moved towards her upraised ass, Teresa resigned herself to receive more punishment.

“Barbara sweetie, let’s try something a little different.” Jenna suggested. Facing to the rear and next to Teresa’s torso, Jenna grabbed Teresa’s nether cheeks in each hand. Curling her fingers at the gluteal fold, Jenna pulled both cheeks up and back, exposing some untouched area of Teresa’s upper thighs. Barbara needed no further instruction and immediately went after the target of opportunity. Teresa collapsed again onto the cushion at this new assault. It wasn’t long before Teresa’s thighs had a color that matched her bottom. Miya took in the action from the seat on the couch and was beginning to give in to her arousal. When Jenna spread Teresa’s cheeks it also exposed her pussy. Miya noticed a glistening in that area. The spanking had more than a punishment effect on Teresa, she was getting turned on. Braless under her T-shirt, Miya’s hardening nipples were showing. And she had surreptitiously slipped a hand inside her sweatpants. After laying on about a dozen spanks, Barbara ceased for a moment. Jenna released her grip on Teresa’s ample butt and added a couple smacks to each cheek for good measure. Teresa raised herself on her elbows and looked at Miya.

“Please, please I can’t take anymore. I’ll do anything, but please don’t spank me anymore.” Teresa pleaded.

“Anything? Anything Mrs. Scalia? I think we can accommodate you on that front.” said Miya as she quickly removed her hand from her sweatpants. Miya looked to her two accomplices to see if they agreed and was surprised to find that they were locked into a passionate kiss each with a hand on Teresa Scalia’s ass. “Excuse me ladies if I might interrupt you for a moment. Mrs. Scalia says she will do anything to avoid any more spanking. Do you think we can accommodate her?”

“Miya, I have an idea for Teresa.” Barbara said. Barbara then whispered to Jenna what she had mind. Jenna laughed loudly.

“Oh my God that’s wicked.” Jenna exclaimed. Barbara then went up to Miya and whispered her idea.

“I like that. You’ll find everything need in the bathroom. Make sure you bring some towels. How did you come up with this particular activity?”

“I was abandoned by Mrs. Scalia when we were surveilling an establishment. The owners caught me and I had to take this punishment. I think turnabout is fair. Don’t you?” Barbara answered as she left the room.

Hearing this conversation Teresa could only imagine what she’d let herself in for. But the fact of the matter was she could no longer tolerate any more corporal punishment; she had reached her limit.

“All right Teresa, stand up.” Miya ordered.

Teresa bent her knees and pushed herself up off the arm of the couch. Standing erect her hands immediately went to soothe her punished ass and thighs. Teresa’s panties had fallen down below her knees and were and were close to falling all the way to her ankles. Miya took her by the arm and led her to the front of the couch. Teresa having to take shuffling steps due to her panties now at her ankles. Both Miya and Jenna took note of Teresa’s pubic triangle, a rich brunette color that matched her hair. With Barbara out of the room gathering some materials, Jenna was taking an interest in the other physical assets of Teresa. Jenna walked in front of Teresa looking her up and down. She ran her hands down Teresa’s arms, the ever so slight bulge of her belly and hips. Moving back up front, Jenna fleetingly brushed Teresa’s bra covered breasts.

“You know Miya, there’s quite a rack here. I think I’d like to see more of it.” suggested Jenna.

“Please, be my guest.” Miya said.

Knowing what was coming, Teresa let out a long sigh. She felt Jenna’s left hand on her shoulder as Jenna walked behind her. Hooking the left bra strap in her index finger, Jenna slipped it over Teresa’s shoulder. She repeated with the right strap. Then Teresa felt Jenna’s fingers working the bra hooks. In short order they came free. Keeping a hand on Teresa’s right shoulder Jenna circled around to the front. Leaning in close Jenna whispered “Now let’s see what you’ve got.” Jenna gently pulled the straps down Teresa’s arms, then she put her fingers inside the top edge of the cups. As Jenna pulled the bra away from her chest, Teresa watched the cups fall away and expose her breasts. Jenna let the bra drop to the floor. Instinctively Teresa began to cover herself with her arms. Jenna was quick to stop that action. “No, no Mrs. Scalia. No covering up. We want to see all of you.” Teresa’s arms dropped to her sides and her hands went back trying to soothe her smoldering derrière.

Miya and Jenna’s eyes grew large as they took in the sight of Teresa’s boobs. Certainly, good-sized but not too large, Teresa’s breasts were nearly perfect. Having minimal sag for a woman in her 30s, her boobs were topped off by a very attractive pair of nipples. Her areolas were light brown in color and about the size of a silver dollar. The nipples themselves were the size of pencil erasers.

“That is a very nice set of titties.” Miya thought. “And for a housewife. Remarkable.”

Barbara walked into the room carrying a basin, towels and some small items. “I think I’ve got everything we need. Shall we begin and who will do the honors?”

“If you don’t mind Barbara, I’d like to take care of this task for Mrs. Scalia. I have a little experience in this area.” Miya replied.

“Fine with me. I think I would rather watch anyway.”

Teresa stole a glance at the things Barbara had brought into the room. There were bath towels, a basin of water, a can of what appeared to be shaving gel in the double edge razor.

“Ha! They shaved you that night? What did you tell your husband? You laid back while some lesbos removed your bush.” Teresa scoffed. Then reality dealt Teresa a cruel insight. “What!? You’re going to shave me? You can’t, you wouldn’t!” Teresa protested.

“Mrs. Scalia you will now take a position on your back, laying on the couch.” Miya ordered as she took Teresa’s upper arm in her hand to guide her. At first, Teresa tried to resist. Miya tightened her grip and forcefully moved Teresa to the sofa. Teresa first sat on the couch then reclined with her head to the right resting on the cushioned arm. She pulled her knees up and kept her legs tightly closed. Her boots resting on the couch cushions. Miya took one of the bath towels and unfolded it. “Raise your bottom Mrs. Scalia.” Miya ordered as she gave one of Teresa’s butt cheeks a pinch. Teresa did as Miya commanded. Miya then slipped the bath towel under Teresa’s ass.

“What are you going to do to me?” Teresa asked in a pleading tone.

“Oh, we’re just going to trim the foliage a little bit.” Miya said as she put her hands between Teresa’s tightly clamped knees. “Now you need to open up so we can do a thorough job.” Teresa yielded to Miya’s pressure on her knees and opened her legs. “Why do you have these dirty boots on my couch? Let’s get these off.” said Miya. Quick as a flash Miya lowered the inside zipper on each boot and yanked them off. She also peeled off the pair of footies Teresa was wearing. Miya ran the back of her hands up the inside of Teresa’s calves stopping at the knee. She then rotated her hands with the palms touching the inside of the knee. Lightly touching Teresa’s inner thighs, Miya ran her hands from the knee nearly to the crotch. She repeated this several times. The effect on Teresa was immediate. Teresa gave a slight shiver at Miya’s first touch and her breathing quickened. Standing at the end of the couch, Barbara and Jenna were watching closely as they could see goosebumps raise on Teresa’s skin. They also were noting the effect on Teresa’s nipples. Her areola had wrinkled and shrunk into half of their relaxed diameter. Teresa’s pencil eraser nipples were now rock hard. Jenna noticed that Barbara was intently watching Teresa and that Barbara’s level of arousal was increasing. Of course, Barbara was reliving in her mind the time she was shaved by Roxanne Starr. Jenna decided to make a move. Stepping slightly behind Barbara, she reached around her waist with her hands under Barbara’s sweater and found the front button of her jeans. Jenna adroitly unsnapped the button and lowered the zipper. Barbara looked at Jenna and said nothing. Jenna slipped her hand into Barbara’s jeans feeling the smooth texture of her satin panties. With slow, gentle caresses, Jenna began to massage Barbara’s pussy through her panties. Moving her hips slightly, Barbara gave a soft moan and looked back at Teresa.

Miya took the washcloth from atop the other bath towel and dipped it into the basin of warm water. Ringing out the excess, she gently dampened Teresa’s pubic hair from the top of the triangle to between her thighs and over her labia. Teresa’s body jerked slightly at Miya’s first touch. Teresa watched Miya’s ministrations at first and then later head back and closed her eyes. Folding the washcloth, Miya placed it on the edge of the basin. She applied some gel to the palm of her hand. Miya began rubbing the gel on Teresa’s mound. Teresa reacted with a sigh and ever so slight movement of her pelvis. Miya smiled as she could see she had Teresa completely under control.

Jenna continued working her hand inside Barbara’s jeans and was greeted with an increasing level of moisture. Barbara was pushing back against Jenna’s hand. down to her knees, Barbara bent forward over Teresa. Teresa was now prepared for the razor and Miya began her barbering. Teresa kept her eyes closed and was beginning to subtly thrust her pelvis while softly moaning. Leaning over Teresa, Barbara gave into temptation and put her hand over Teresa’s right breast. Barbara was fascinated by the reaction of Teresa’s nipple when she gently squeezed it between her fingers. Teresa felt the tactile sensation on her breast but was so lost in the sensations Miya was causing she had no idea it was her arch enemy playing with her nipple. “Oh, oh what is this Indian b*tch doing to me? This feels so good. But I’m not a dyke, I’m not a lesbian.”

Jenna carefully watched Barbara tweaking Teresa’s nipple. Jenna whispered into Barbara’s ear “It’s so hard. Don’t you want to put it in your mouth? Flick it with your tongue, suck on it?” Barbara made no verbal response save for a long sigh. With little hesitation Barbara dropped down and took Teresa’s nipple in her mouth. The tip of Barbara’s tongue circled the circumference of Teresa’s areola feeling every pucker and wrinkle. She then found the hard nipple, flicking it with her tongue as Jenna had suggested. Then Barbara pursed her lips and gently sucked the rock hard tip. Teresa moaned loudly and pushed her chest up into Barbara’s face. Jenna smiled as her manipulations were working perfectly.

Miya commenced the shaving with short strokes from the edge of Teresa’s labia to the top border of her bush. Between rinsing off lather and accumulated hair in the basin, she made steady progress over the entire area. Miya gently wiped the remnant lather from Teresa’s pubis. With light touches of her fingertips, Miya did a tactile inspection of her work.

“Not nearly close enough Teresa. We want you baby smooth, dearie” commented Teresa. Teresa said nothing in response. She was enthralled with attention her nipples were getting.

Miya wet the area once again and slowly ran the razor over the increasingly smooth skin. The second pass did the trick and Teresa was quite bare. Miya was nearly finished with her work. Clearing up a few remaining hairs around Teresa’s labia, Miya purposely brushed her thumb over Teresa’s clit. Teresa’s body jerked as if struck by stray voltage. Her eyes opened to view what was happening between her legs, but all Teresa could see was blonde hair blocking her vision. Teresa then discovered the identity of the person that was playing with her nipples. Before she could react, Miya commenced to slowly stroking Teresa’s clit. The intense sensations forced Teresa to close her eyes and drop her head to the cushions. Her hips bucking with greater frequency and force, Teresa was closing in on an orgasm. With either hand she tightly gripped the couch upholstery. All the while Barbara continued her attentions to Teresa’s breasts. Just when it seemed Teresa was about to climax, Miya stopped.

“What? No, please, don’t stop, keep going!” Teresa practically screamed. Pushing Barbara off her chest, Teresa sat up on the couch. Covering her pussy with her hand Teresa clapped her knees together. Realizing it was Barbara playing with her nipples, Teresa was incensed. “You!? Get away from me!” Teresa felt the now hairless pubic area. Soft smooth skin where there had once been fur. She gave herself a few subtle rubs.

“Teresa dear. Why the hostility? You were enjoying yourself. Weren’t you? Barbara was merely helping you along.” mocked Miya. Miya opened Teresa’s legs once again. With her right hand she lightly stroked the shaved area. “You are blessed with very soft skin, aren’t you? We have a little more work to do my dear. So turnover, on your belly.”

“On my belly? Oh please they’re not gonna spank me again.” Teresa thought. Reluctantly, Teresa turned over as ordered, keeping the towel under her crotch. Her ass and thighs were still glowing from the spanking she’d received. Miya reached between Teresa’s thighs and forced her legs apart. She gave Teresa the lightest touch on the pussy. Teresa responded to the touch by arching her back. Almost as a symbol of offering it up.

“Barbara come here I need your help.” Miya requested.

Jenna removed her hand from the front of Barbara’s panties. Barbara pulled her sweater down to conceal her unbuttoned jeans. “With pleasure.” said Barbara as she walked around the couch to Miya.

“What is she gonna have that b*tch do?” Teresa pondered as she turned her head to see what was in store for her.

“We have one last area that requires some attention. Barbara, would you be so kind as to spread Mrs. Scalia’s lovely cheeks.”

Barbara took a seat on the couch next to the prone Teresa. She placed both hands on the small of Teresa’s back and slowly moved them down over her derrière. With an ample butt cheek in each hand, Barbara pulled them apart to reveal Teresa’s anus. Miya squeezed a small amount of gel onto her fingers and began to lather the area.

“Oooooh” Teresa let out a low moan and dropped her head as she felt Miya’s fingers around her asshole. Nicely lathered, Miya made quick work of removing any hair. Finished with the razor, she very gently toweled off the area.

“Thank you, Barbara. Why don’t you go back and see Jenna. I think she has something planned for you as well.” Releasing her grip on Teresa’s cheeks, Barbara allowed the plump buttocks to spring back to their normal position. Resisting the urge to gift Teresa with another hard slap on the bottom, Barbara settled for a condescending couple of pats. Taking her by the hand, Jenna led Barbara from the living room into the adjacent bedroom.

“Let’s have a little privacy.” Jenna whispered as she slipped her hand into the back of Barbara’s jeans.

Miya looked down on the prone Teresa, admiring her curves and contemplating her next move. Teresa lay still, still breathing heavily. Sitting behind the recumbent Teresa, Miya put her hands on Teresa’s hips.

“Raise up now, Mrs. Scalia. On hands and knees, if you please.” Miya instructed as she guided Teresa into the doggy position. The completely defeated Teresa willingly complied. With Teresa on hands and knees, Miya gently massaged the round globes of Teresa’s well spanked ass. “Poor Teresa, your bottom looks so sore. Does this help?” Her head hanging, Teresa said nothing in response. Miya’s massaging hands move from Teresa’s bottom to her upper thighs. With no prompting from Miya whatsoever, Teresa opened her legs and arched her back. Looking back over her shoulder at Miya, Teresa said nothing as the nonverbal communication was unmistakable. Miya moved closer and put her left arm over Teresa’s lower back. Her right arm was massaging Teresa’s upper thigh and soon reached her pussy. At Miya’s touch, Teresa pushed her ass into Miya’s hand. Miya’s fingers split Teresa’s soaked labia and found her clit. Once again Teresa moaned and moved her hips in rhythm to Miya’s touch. Miya’s left-hand moved over Teresa’s ass with the middle finger finding the cleft between Teresa’s buttocks. Miya quickened the pace of her rubs on Teresa’s clit. As she did this, Miya stealthily felt for Teresa’s ass hole with her middle finger. Finding the puckered opening, she massaged it in unison with her right hand on Teresa’s pussy. The effect on Teresa was immediate. Bucking her hips to meet Miya’s strokes, Teresa was quickly on her way to orgasm. Absolutely loving the power she had over her, Miya decided that this time she would give Teresa a satisfying conclusion. Miya picked up the pace even more as she reacted to Teresa’s response. Teresa was nearly over the top.

“uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh.” grunted Teresa in time with her thrusting hips. She dropped to her elbows with her fingers scrambling for something to grasp. They found the sides of the cushions and she had a death grip on them. Miya was feeling the moment as well and if her hands were not occupied with Teresa, surely one of them would’ve been down her pants. The middle finger of Miya’s left hand circled Teresa’s anus one last time. Miya brought her hand to her mouth and wet her finger copiously. Her wet finger was soon back at Teresa’s ass. Pausing, to savor the moment, Miya penetrated Teresa’s ass hole. The effect on Teresa was volcanic.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck! What are you doing? I’m cumming, sweet Jesus, I’m cumming!” Teresa cried out. Teresa rammed her ass violently against Miya’s hands. Four or five hard thrusts then Teresa stopped completely. Her entire body shuddered as she was frozen in place by her orgasm. Miya stayed completely still, leaving her hands on Teresa’s sensitive areas and enjoying the effect she had had on the Italian soccer mom. After about 30 seconds, panting for breath and glistening with perspiration, Teresa collapsed flat on her belly separating herself from Miya’s probing fingers. Miya carefully watched Teresa catch her breath. When it seemed Teresa had sufficiently recovered, Miya stretched herself alongside the housewife, who was deep in the afterglow. Gently kissing her shoulder Miya posed a question.

“Should I assume you enjoyed that Mrs. Scalia?”

Teresa rolled to her side to face Miya. She put her left arm around Miya’s neck and drew her in close. Teresa kissed the Indian restaurant owner passionately on her full lips. Both women opened their mouths and their tongues found each other. As the kissing progressed, Teresa began to make some moves of her own. Feeling under Miya’s T-shirt, Teresa found a very full breast. Applying some gentle squeezes, Teresa’s fingers traced over stiffening nipple. Miya broke the kiss and pulled her T-shirt up over her head. Teresa’s hands flew to the copper colored mounds and her fingers flicked the dark brown nipples. Miya moved to lay flat on her back as Teresa moved in on Miya’s chest. First applying kisses to the cleavage, Teresa moved to the left breast. Nudging the nipple with her nose, she used the tip of her tongue to lick circles around its base. Pursing her lips, Teresa began to suckle. Now it was Miya’s turn to utter some soft moans. Miya cradled Teresa’s head in her hands and directed her to her other breast. Teresa repeated her treatment of the breast bringing the nipple to full erection.

Meanwhile, Jenna and Barbara were busy with a tryst of their own. As soon as they were in the bedroom Barbara pulled Jenna to her in a passionate embrace. Kissing Jenna on the mouth and then on the neck, Barbara slipped off Jenna’s cardigan and worked her hands underneath her top. Breaking the kiss for a moment, Barbara pulled Jenna’s top up over her head and arms. In the subdued light of the bedroom, Barbara saw that Jenna had chosen not to wear a bra that day. Barbara wasted no time in covering Jenna’s cute boobs with many kisses. And she played particular oral attention to the mixed-race dancer’s Hershey kiss nipples. Sucking on the left and then the right, Barbara caused Jenna’s small areola to shrink significantly and her nipples lengthened just as significantly. Barbara’s jeans were already unbuttoned and unzipped and Jenna worked her hands inside. She cupped Barbara’s round butt and pulled her close to her.

“Jenna, wait just a minute.” Barbara said as she gently guided Jenna’s hands from inside her jeans. “Come over here to the bed.” Barbara led Jenna to the bed and had her sit. Giving her a quick kiss, Barbara unbuttoned Jenna’s jeans. She worked open the button fly and then tugged the jeans over Jenna’s cute bubble butt. Jenna accommodated by raising her hips. Barbara knelt and pulled the jeans past Jenna’s knees down to her ankles. It was quick work to take off her shoes and completely remove her jeans. This left Jenna sitting on the bed and just her peach colored thong.

“Just what do you have in mind?” Jenna asked coyly.

“Oh, you’ll see. Just sit right there and watch.” replied Barbara seductively.

Although there was no music Barbara began a slow sensuous dance. She slowly grasped the bottom of her sweater while turning her back to Jenna. Slowly swaying her hips side to side, Barbara raised her sweater. She gave Jenna look over her shoulder as she pulled the sweater up over her head and off her arms. Dropping the sweater to the floor, Barbara began inching her jeans down over her hips. Again, looking back at Jenna, Barbara bent over at the waist pointing her bottom. Barbara bent her knees and shoved her jeans down to her ankles. She straightened her legs, but maintained her bent at the waist posture. Barbara was fully conscious this was showing her ass to its best advantage. To remove her boots she had to pause the dance. Quickly kicking her boots off, Barbara pulled her jeans completely off. This left her standing in front of Jenna in her navy blue satin bra and matching bikini panties. Jenna was sitting back in the bed. Barbara walked up to her and took both her hands in her own. She guided Jenna to sit on the edge of the bed. Taking Jenna’s face in both hands, Barbara soulfully kissed her. At the end of the kiss, Barbara placed herself across Jenna’s lap.

“Barbara sweetie, what is it that you want?” asked Jenna.

Barbara thought for a moment on what her submissive act meant. “I want you to spank me.” Barbara said directly.

Barbara’s act truly stoked the carnal fires in Jenna. She looked down on Barbara’s panty covered bottom and replayed events from the beach, where Kathy Benson administered the punishment. And then at the oil wrestling, were Jenna herself warmed Barbara’s round butt.

“Mrs. Anderson, I’d be happy to oblige.” Jenna said in a husky voice. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of Barbara’s panties, Jenna rather roughly yanked them down to Barbara’s knees, startling Barbara a bit. Pausing for a moment to admire the lovely tan lines of Barbara’s ass, Jenna unhooked her bra and slipped it over her arms. All the while Barbara stayed still over Jenna’s lap. Anticipating what was about to happen, a very horny Barbara began rubbing her thighs together. Jenna raised her right hand and connected on Barbara’s white bottom with a sound smack. Perhaps not as forcefully as she was capable of, nonetheless Jenna satisfied Barbara’s request.

The sounds of a hand smacking a firm bottom could be heard in the living room. And after every spank there was the sound of a subdued female outcry. Teresa ceased her attentions to Miya’s boobs him and listened. Miya listened as well.

“Do you hear that? Sounds like someone’s getting a paddling.” Teresa postulated.

“Yes, that sounds like a spanking, but I’ll guarantee you nobody is spanking Jenna" said Miya.

“Then it’s Barbie that’s on the receiving end. I’d like to get in on that action.” Teresa said as she tried to move off the couch.

Miya quickly gripped Teresa’s upper arms and pulled her back to her. “You’re staying right here.” Miya said and then pulled Teresa to her for a long kiss.

The long kiss broke and the two women looked into each other’s eyes “Whatever you say.” Teresa said breathlessly. Teresa put her face between Miya’s large boobs and planted a kiss in the cleavage. Working her way down Miya’s torso, Teresa traced her way with light kisses over Miya’s belly to the edge of her sweatpants. Miya could feel the hard tips of Teresa’s nipples lightly rubbing her skin as she kissed her way down Miya’s body. Miya raised her hips in anticipation of Teresa helping her out of her sweatpants. Miya was spot on as Teresa hooked her thumbs in the waistband and pulled the sweatpants down to Miya’s ankles. Teresa now could view the completely naked Indian. Her dusky skin was indeed flawless and there was a neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair. Teresa kissed each of Miya’s thighs. Miya pulled her knees up and spread her legs. Teresa went directly for Miya’s pussy with fingers and tongue. Spreading the dark pigmented labia, Teresa saw the bright pink interior and her tongue found the clit. Miya’s head lolled back and she let out a long sigh as Teresa went to work.

Thinking that Barbara’s fine ass had been sufficiently warmed, Jenna guided her to the bed. Barbara laid back as Jenna kissed her mouth. Jenna’s kisses moved from Barbara’s mouth to her shoulder then to her clavicle and finally settling on her left breast. Barbara audibly moaned as Jenna swirled her tongue around the pink nipple. Jenna’s hands were busy as well with her left hand caressing Barbara’s cheek and right hand between Barbara’s legs. In a short time Barbara’s hips were gyrating and pressing against Jenna’s hand. Jenna took this to mean it was time to advance the game. Giving Barbara a quick kiss on the mouth, Jenna took a position with her face between Barbara’s legs. Jenna went directly to work looking Barbara’s pussy. Barbara was in a heightened state of arousal to begin with, it didn’t take Jenna long to push her over the edge.

“Oh Jenna, oh Jenna. This is so good, so, so good.” Barbara moaned. Jenna increased the frequency of her licks and inserted a couple fingers into Barbara’s honeypot. Barbara grabbed the sheets with each hand and a tight grip and bucked her pelvis. With a long groan, Barbara reached her orgasm. Taking great pride in her skills, Jenna stretched out next to Barbara. Barbara gave herself a few seconds to catch her breath and recover, then she rolled toward Jenna and gave her a sweet kiss on the mouth. “My turn now.” Jenna laid back and let her knees open widely. Barbara thought a moment. “Let’s try a different tack.” Barbara directed Jenna to rollover on her belly and then raise her hips. With the dancers cute bubble butt directly in front of her Barbara planted kisses over the round cheeks. Jenna arched her back and Barbara went in for pussy. Barbara’s tongue explored Jenna’s pussy from one end to the other several times then settled Jenna’s clit. Barbara gently licked and sucked the organ of sensitivity while her nose was buried deep in Jenna’s butt. Jenna rested her head on her arms with her butt high in the air. While she was licking, Barbara massaged the round cheeks of Jenna’s butt. Jenna was moaning as Barbara had an idea to push her over the edge. Spreading Jenna’s cheeks, Barbara ran her tongue from the pussy to Jenna’s rosebud. As Barbara’s tongue made contact with the velvety anus, Jenna fell forward. Staying with her objective, Barbara’s face stayed buried. Jenna shivered as her orgasm flooded over her. Barbara kept licking until the quivers ceased. Barbara raised her head and gave both butt cheeks a light kiss. Jenna rolled to her side and Barbara lay next to her.

“Mrs. Anderson you certainly have some skills.” said Jenna. The lovers rested in each other’s arms for a few minutes enjoying the sweet afterglow of their lovemaking. Barbara stretched her arms and legs and looked about the bedroom seeing the clock on the nightstand.

“Goodness it’s almost 2 AM. I need to get home.” Barbara said.

“Time does fly, as they say.” Jenna laughed. Both women went on a quick search for their clothes scattered all over the bedroom floor.

On the couch, Teresa had her face buried between Miya’s legs. Now it was Miya’s turn to buck her pelvis in time with the strokes of Teresa’s tongue. Nearing her orgasm, Miya grabbed Teresa by the hair and pressed her face into her pussy. Teresa responded by increasing her oral attentions. Teresa could feel Miya’s body tense and shiver as she found her orgasm. Miya released Teresa’s hair. Teresa removed herself from between Miya’s legs and lay next to her.

“I hope that was satisfactory.” Teresa whispered to the panting Miya.

“More than adequate.” Miya replied. Miya moved into kiss Teresa but first gently wiped some excess moisture from around Teresa’s mouth. Miya then gave her a long kiss.

“I should be going. And I don’t know what I’m in a say to my moronic husband. I suppose I’ll think of something.” said Teresa as she sat up on the couch.

“I’m sure you can be quite creative.” Miya replied as she stood and pulled up her sweatpants. Miya retrieved her T-shirt and slipped it on. Teresa was searching for her clothes on the living room floor. Finding her panties, she stepped into them. Taking a seat on the couch she slipped on her footies and put on her boots. Looking around for her bra, she founded hanging from the back of the couch. Teresa slipped her arms to the straps and arrange the cups over her boobs. She was reaching back to connect the hooks when Barbara and Jenna walked out of the bedroom.

“Did you have a good time in there?” Teresa said in a very snotty way.

At Teresa’s remark, Barbara took two quick steps across the room and gave Teresa resounding slap in the face. With the force of the slap Teresa fell back against the back of the couch. Her unsecured bra slipped in front and down her arms.

“Good night.” Barbara said brusquely. As she walked to the staircase, Jenna followed looking at Miya and Teresa.

“Good night ladies!” Jenna laughed and exited.

Teresa rubbed her smarting cheek and pulled her bra back up. Reaching back to secure the hooks for the second time, Teresa looked at Miya.

“That b*tch, I’ll get her for that.” Teresa seethed.

Miya looked at Teresa and shook her head in disbelief. “You are laughable. I don’t blame her for slapping you. You had that coming. Your problem with Mrs. Anderson got you in this situation. You’ve been stripped, spanked, shaved and fucked by a total stranger. All because you have a conflict with this woman. Get your things and get out.”

Teresa secured her bra and was looking for her dress. Miya went to the stairwell and retrieved it along with her purse.

“Here.” Miya said as she tossed the dress and purse to Teresa. “Now its time for you to leave.” Miya took Teresa by the arm and led her to the stairwell.

“At least let me get dressed!” Teresa protested.

“You can do that out front.”

Teresa tried to resist, but Miya was determined to get her out of her place. The women stumbled down the staircase. Teresa pulling back and Miya forcefully leading her. They negotiated the stairs and Miya practically drug the resisting Teresa through the dining room. Holding the housewife by the arm with one hand, Miya released the front door locks. Opening the door, Miya shoved a stumbling Teresa out onto the sidewalk.

“Good Night!” Miya said as she closed the door and reset the locks. Teresa looked around and fortunately for her the street was vacant. sn*tching up the hem of her dress, Teresa quickly pulled it over head and down over her body. Relieved that she was now in a state of modesty, she walked to her car down the block. Teresa’s hasty exit prevented her from doing an inspection of the garment. The weave of the knit dress had begun to unravel in the back creating an opening from the small of Teresa’s to her thighs. The night had turned cool, in the upper 30’s. As she walked down the street, she could feel a bit of a draft.

“Oooh, I feel a chill. I should have worn a coat.” she thought.

Getting to her car, she unlocked and opened the door. Taking a seat, the cold leather upholstery gave her a shock to already sensitive bottom. Teresa quickly jumped back out. Reaching behind, her hand felt her pantied covered ass and bare thighs.

“Oh no my dress!” she lamented. With no options, Teresa reached in and started the engine. Then she switched the heated seat to high. After a couple minutes the seat was sufficiently warm. Teresa got behind the wheel and headed for home.

Teresa Scalia: Just Horsing Around.

With an abundance of time, coupled with deep-pocketed, indulgent husbands, the latest hobby for our upscale housewives was an interest in equine pursuits. A local entrepreneur had recently constructed and opened an equine center complete with boarding facilities, both indoor and outdoor arenas, and several miles of timbered bridle paths. Catering to both English and Western disciplines, the center had organized competitions for all levels of riders.

Having had a horse as a girl, Barbara Anderson soon convinced her husband, with more than a little pleading and begging, to finance her purchase of an equine partner. Barbara was a Western rider and always had an interest in reining horses. Reining horses are a specialty branch of the Quarter horse breed and are trained to spin in tight circles and come to a sliding stop from a full gallop. With the help of an equine agent, Barbara found the horse of her dreams. A quick footed little palomino gelding with a proven record in reining competitions. With her mount established at the equine center, Barbara was soon working with her steed on a regular basis. She entered a few novice level competitions and achieved some success.

There are no secrets in this community and word soon reached Teresa Scalia about the equine center and Barbara’s involvement. Not to be outdone by her blonde nemesis, Teresa initiated a campaign on her husband to bankroll her entry into horse ownership. Teresa had a very snobbish opinion of Western riders. She considered them to be dirty cow punchers and beneath her attention. Teresa set her sights on a more elegant discipline. Dropping some major coin, Teresa purchased a finished dressage mount. Standing over 17 hands and blood bay in color with ebony black points, she had a very impressive Warmblood gelding. Teresa also liked the idea of dressing up in what she called her “Jackie Kennedy” riding clothes. Taking her equitation lessons quite seriously, Teresa achieved a degree of proficiency in handling her mount in the dressage discipline.

Both women had been working with their equine partners for about eight months. Barbara and Teresa rarely crossed paths at the stable but were aware that each kept a horse at the facility. Both women were distinctly aware of one particular employee. Kathy Benson had been hired as a groom at the facility. Words were never exchanged, however, there were more than a few intense looks passed between the three women. Truth be told, Kathy wasn’t particularly popular with any of the female clients. She tended to ingratiate herself with the male clientele, which only comprised about 20% of the total. And who could blame them. Kathy enjoyed parading around in tight T-shirts and either tight, skinny jeans or, if the weather was warm, short Daisy Dukes. Besides, she quickly discovered that the male customers were much better tippers.

For the one-year anniversary of the equine center, the owners decided to put on a showcase. All the different riding disciplines would be highlighted in the arena. This would give the customers a chance to display their skills and their fine horses. Barbara was approached about putting on a reining demonstration. She readily agreed and look forward to participating. Teresa got wind of the plans being made and informed the facility owner that she, and no one else, would put on a dressage demonstration. Teresa relished the idea of skillfully putting her horse through its paces in front of her acquaintances, while elegantly costumed in proper English riding attire.

The showcase was to take place on a Saturday afternoon. There was an informal run through the Friday evening previous. All the riders and their mounts gathered in the arena and lined up along the rail. Wanting to make a grand entrance, of course Teresa and her big gelding were the last team to arrive. Seeing an open space next to Barbara, Teresa maneuvered next to her. The 17 hand Warmblood gelding towered over Barbara and her palomino Quarter horse. Stardust was just a touch over 14 hands. Teresa looked down at Barbara and her steed with more than a little condescension.

“Why, Hello Barbara” Teresa said. “I’m a little surprised to see you here. That’s a cute little pony you have there. Is it a Shetland?”

“Pleasant as always aren’t you Teresa” Barbara countered. “So, sorry to disappoint you but Stardust here is a Quarter horse. Where did you get that Clydesdale you’re riding?”

“Wrong again Barbie, this is Baron and he’s a Dutch Warmblood. Which just illustrates your extreme lack of equine knowledge.”

Putting a quick end to the verbal sparring between our two ladies, Barbara was called to bring her horse out and work it in the arena.

“Ta, ta, Teresa.” Barbara said as she left Teresa’s side and started began the reining pattern in the center of the arena.

“Clydesdale? We’ll show her, won’t we, Baron?” Teresa thought and simmered on the slight Barbara had given her and her horse.

Truth be told, the blonde Barbara astride that palomino was a very eye-catching sight. Stardust’s long and bright flaxen mane and tail was a nearly perfect match to Barbara’s natural blonde hair.

With the preshow run-through completed, Teresa returned home and contemplated on how to somehow sabotage Barbara’s demonstration and possibly inflict some embarrassment upon her. After some thought, a plan occurred to her. Teresa’s husband and son were not in the house. This gave her an opportunity to rummage through her son’s room for an item she suspected he had. A search through dresser drawers turned up nothing. Teresa then went to his closet and the uppermost shelf. At the back of the shelf tucked underneath a couple of old sweatshirts she found a slingshot. Supposedly this had been confiscated months ago when Dominic Junior accidentally took out some of the neighbor’s windows with misplaced shots at neighborhood squirrels. His punishment was payment for the windows and confiscation of the weapon. His father took the slingshot, stored it in a cupboard in the garage and soon forgot about it. Dominic Junior found it about a week after the incident and hid it in his closet. Being an intuitive mother, Teresa was quite sure he still had possession of the weapon. Now let’s be clear about said slingshot. This was not a “wrist rocket” type sling made of tubular aluminum with surgical quality rubber bands. Dominic Junior fabricated this all on his own using some very stiff steel wire, two large red rubber bands, and a scrap piece of leather for a pouch. Concealed with the slingshot was a small plastic container that held half a dozen steel ball bearings. Teresa was now fully equipped to create some mischief for Barbara.

Teresa arrived at the arena well before the starting time to reconnoiter the scene and form a plan. A large curtain, spanning floor nearly to ceiling, separated approximately one third of the arena floor space, leaving the participants to the front two thirds. The purpose of the curtain was to concentrate the spectators into a smaller area.

“This is perfect,” thought Teresa. “I could hide behind that curtain while Barbie’s doing her cowboy thing.”

With her weapon safely stashed in the inside pocket of her jacket, Teresa surreptitiously found a strategic spot where two panels of the curtain overlapped. She was sure she could get a clean line of fire from that position. Teresa settled in to await her target.

The stadium seating surrounding the arena floor filled quickly with spectators eager to see the horses perform. Promptly at 1 PM, the demonstration began with the usual announcements and acknowledgments. The PA announcer then gave a brief rundown of the order of demonstrations. Barbara was first with six different riders following her. Of course, Teresa had the last slot in the show.

“All right, ladies and gentlemen, to start our show we have Barbara Anderson and her palomino Quarter horse Stardust to give us a demonstration of Western reining.” The MC announced.

To whoops and cheers from the crowd, Barbara entered the arena at a gallop. Her blonde hair flowing behind her, Barbara made quite the impression. She wore a dark wine-colored western shirt, that fit her perfectly. Her Wrangler jeans, complete with wide belt and Western buckle completed the outfit. Covering her legs were a dark brown pair of shotgun chaps.

Teresa was concealed, behind the curtain, at the opposite end of the arena entry point. Barbara slid Stardust to a stop in the arena center. She then put him through a series of spins. Teresa kept a close eye on the pair waiting for a chance to take a shot. Unbeknownst to her, an entry door opened behind her and in stepped Kathy Benson. Spying Teresa in a somewhat stealthy posture, Kathy took a moment to try and ascertain what her Italian arch enemy was up to. Kathy took note of the slingshot in Teresa’s hand.

Barbara loped her horse to the end of the arena opposite Teresa and turned him 180°. Barbara was setting up for the final maneuver, a sliding stop from a full gallop. She gathered her mount and with a slight touch of the spurs, queued Stardust. The palomino responded immediately and broke into a sprint. Teresa’s eyes grew large as she saw the pair bearing down on her. Just short of the curtain, Barbara reigned in the gelding to a sliding stop. She then had him spin ½ turn and face the arena exit. Of course, this put the pair within 5 feet of the curtain and directly in front of Teresa. Already loaded with a ball bearing, Teresa drew back on the slingshot and let fly.

Thwack!!! The steel sphere struck the palomino’s rump. Stardust reared and plunged forward. Barbara maintained her seat and struggled to collect her mount. The gelding then put his head down and began to buck. With some difficulty. Barbara stayed in the saddle and after a couple of hops Stardust settled down. Shocked at first by the gelding’s misbehavior, the crowd gave Barbara and appreciative round of applause as she exited the arena. Once through the barrier, Barbara dismounted. Stardust was still greatly agitated and breathing heavily. Her trainer quickly came to her side.

“I don’t understand what happened.” A breathless and somewhat flustered Barbara said. “He has never acted up like that before. It’s like somebody touched him with a cattle prod or something. I don’t know.”
“Let’s get him back in a stall and get the tack off of him and let him cool off.” Suggested the trainer.

Teresa took delight in the chaos she had caused. Her only regret was that Barbara wasn’t bucked off, but you can’t have everything. Kathy, who had witnessed Teresa’s mischief, stealthily slipped out of the building escaping discovery by Teresa. Teresa slipped the slingshot into her coat pocket and headed toward the area where her horse was being prepared for her demonstration.

Kathy made her way to the stall area and walked up to Stardust’s pen. The horse was in cross ties and Barbara with her trainer were wiping him down and looking for any abnormalities. Kathy leaned over the stall door. “Is he all right?” Queried Kathy.

Barbara looked over to see who was speaking. Recognizing Kathy and having absolutely no love for her was instantly suspicious. Kathy had caused Barbara sufficient trouble in the past.

“Did you have anything to do with this?” Barbara asked in an aggressive manner.

“No Mrs. Anderson, I did not.” Kathy said emphatically. “But I know who did.”

Barbara took two fast steps to the stall door and got directly in front of Kathy. “What exactly do you know.” Barbara said as her temper started to rise.

“May I come in?” Requested Ms. Benson.

Barbara opened the stall door and stepped out of her way. Kathy walked up to the gelding and put her hand on his withers. Gently sliding her hand along the horse’s back, she felt with the palm of her hand over the hip and down the slope of his rump. Feeling a welt, she beckoned Barbara.

“Here it is, come over here and feel this.”

Barbara slid her hand over Stardust rump and felt the welt. She gave it a slight push with her index finger and the gelding jumped forward, indicating his discomfort.

“Okay, what’s the story.” Barbara said with deadly seriousness.

Kathy related what she had seen Teresa do in great detail.

“Don’t misunderstand me Mrs. Anderson, I don’t give a rat’s big ass about you or your snooty suburban friends. But Stardust is a good horse and he didn’t deserve that kind of treatment. What you do about it is up to you. My work here is done.” With the tip of her hat, Kathy left.

Barbara’s trainer had a concerned look on her face. “Barbara, you’re not going to do some sort of reprisal are you?”

“You let me take care that and stay out of it. I’ll handle Mrs. Scalia.”

Barbara walked around the rail that created the oval perimeter of the arena intently looking for Teresa. While there were other horses currently doing demonstrations, Barbara spotted Teresa’s bay gelding at the entrance. The horse was saddled and bridled and was ready to perform. Teresa’s groom, Becky, was holding the gelding.

“Where’s Mrs. Scalia?” Barbara inquired of the groom.

“I would imagine Mrs. Scalia’s putting the last touches on her attire and is making sure of her impeccable appearance.” Becky answered with more than a touch of sarcasm.

Barbara thought for a second, taking into consideration the tone of the groom’s response. She thought she could take the groom into her confidence.

“Look, did you see my horse act up at the beginning of the show?”

“Yes, I did. You were lucky to keep him under control.”

“Well, it was Mrs. Scalia the caused my horse to bolt. And I think I’d like to give her a little payback.”

The groom considered Barbara’s suggestion. It didn’t take her long to decide.

“I’ve about had it working for that snotty b*tch and if she caused your horse some pain or injury, I’m all for it. But I will not do anything to this horse. Is that clear?”

Barbara considered some options. She could sabotage the saddle girth, or perhaps cut the reins so that they would break during the demonstration. As she was thinking, she spotted the veterinarian’s portable carryall with a number of ointments and medicines. What caught her eye was the half-gallon jug of scarlet oil. Scarlet oil is a common ointment used for treating cuts and scratches. It is very slick and a brilliant red in color. Barbara grabbed the plastic jug and held it up to the groom.

“How would it be if we treated Mrs. Scalia’s saddle with some special lubrication?”

Becky looked at Barbara and laughed out loud. “Well, I’m sure that scarlet oil will be a wonderful addition to her beige riding britches.” Grabbing a couple rags, the groom handed one to Barbara and both women began to treat the saddle seat and fenders with copious amounts of scarlet oil. The thick, viscous liquid adhered well to the surface of the leather.

“That should do it. Thanks for your help. I’m sure she’ll fire you over this.” Barbara said.

“Doesn’t matter, like I said I was gonna quit her anyway. She’s never satisfied, always b*tching about something.”

Barbara reached into her pocket and pulled out a couple $20 bills. “Well all right then, here’s something for your help. I’m going to find an out of the way vantage point where I can watch the fun.”

“Oh, this should be fun. All right.”

Scaling the stairs to the arena seats Barbara took a position in the upper level, back in a corner. A good position to observe what was about to happen and not be readily spotted by Teresa.

“With the final demonstration in our program, Mrs. Teresa Scalia will show us the finer points of dressage on her Dutch Warm Blood Baron.” Came the announcement through the public address system.

Becky looked around for Teresa and spotted her rushing out of the dressing area. Teresa was indeed decked out in elegant, English writing apparel. A black riding coat over a ruffle fronted white blouse. She wore a formfitting pair of light beige riding trousers with a pair of knee high riding boots that sported an extreme high polish.

“Come on, come on, give me a leg up.” Said Teresa as she pulled on her black leather gloves. Grasping the reins with her left hand on the pommel, Teresa raised her left leg for Becky to assist her. Feeling emboldened, Becky gave Teresa a most forceful leg up. Teresa was nearly propelled over the back of her horse. Coming down on the seat with more than the usual force, Teresa glared at the soon to be dismissed groom. Becky gave a nonverbal response in the form of a sly grin. Preparing to enter the arena, Teresa moved her hips back and forth to get her center in the saddle.

Thinking to herself “God, this seat feels slippery. I suppose that stupid Becky used too much Neats–Foot oil.” Teresa was also finding that slipperiness was also present on her inner thighs. Having been duly announced, Teresa and Baron entered the arena at a trot. After one circuit Teresa could detect a dampness creeping into her inner thighs and across her bottom. Of course, she was concentrating on her riding and couldn’t ascertain what was going on. The second pattern to be ridden would be at the canter. Teresa leaned forward and queued her mount. Baron responded readily. As she leaned forward, the spread of the scarlet oil was visible to the spectators. The bright red oil had penetrated across the width of Teresa’s ample derrière. And through capillary action was slowly making its way toward her waist. A few titters of laughter could be heard from the attendees. This soon grew into loud guffaws as more people took notice of Teresa’s situation. From her vantage point, Barbara was having a wonderful time laughing at Teresa’s most awkward predicament.

“Oh my goodness.” Barbara chuckled. “This is better than I could’ve imagined.”

Teresa couldn’t help but notice the crowd reaction was not what she had anticipated. Finishing her second pattern, she stopped her horse at the far end of the arena. Taking a moment to gather her mount, she glanced down at her left leg and noticed the red stain.

“What!?” Teresa thought. She quickly looked at her other leg and then at her crotch. Swiftly pulling the glove from her right hand, Teresa slipped her hand over her hip, fingertips feeling moisture. She then did a quick survey with her hand to determine the extent of the staining. Which she soon found to be quite extensive. The onlookers continued their laughter as they watch Teresa’s discomfiture. “Oh no! I’ve got to get out of here” she exclaimed. Teresa touched the spurs to Baron’s sides and galloped out of the arena. Her groom Becky met her, all the while stifling a giggle. Teresa quickly dismounted. Pulling up the tails of her coat, she looked over her shoulder to see that the red stain had completely covered her bottom. Teresa ripped off her coat and covered her ass with it, tying the arms of the coat around her waist to secure. Becky was holding Baron by the reins when Teresa did a quick inspection of the saddle. Wiping her fingers across the saddle seat, she saw the residue of the Scarlet Red ointment. Looking sternly at Becky, Teresa began her interrogation.

“What you know about this.” Teresa said sternly.

“Why nothing at all Mrs. Scalia.” Becky said with the utmost sincerity.

“How did this stuff get all over my saddle? I don’t suppose you know anything about that?”

“Can’t say that I do Mrs. Scalia.”

“Of course, you know nothing.” Commented Teresa sarcastically. “All right, put Baron in his stall. Rub him down and leave the tack outside the stall door. Understand?”

“Yes, Mrs. Scalia.” Responded Becky.

“Good, then you can clean out your things, you’re fired. Now get out of my sight.”

Becky led the big gelding away as Teresa pondered her course of action. Up to this point she did not think that Barbara had any hand in this. It was just a rather snotty groom trying to get even for some slight. Teresa stood with her hands on her hips. Thinking things over when she heard a voice from behind her.

“Having a few issues Mrs. Scalia?”

Teresa turned to see Kathy Benson looking her up and down.

“That is really an extensive stain you got going there. Although I must say it’s certainly not the first time you’ve had a red ass. Is it Dearie?” Kathy goaded. Of course, Kathy was referring to Teresa’s public spankings of the past.

Seeing Kathy Benson, stoked Teresa’s ire. Hands on hips. She took one step toward Kathy.

“Did you have anything to do with this?”

“Take it easy Mrs. Scalia, relax. I did nothing to your saddle nor did I plant the idea in anyone’s head. But I do know who was in on it and you’ve already fired one of them.” Kathy couldn’t resist an opportunity to stir up trouble between the two archrivals.

“Becky, huh? She was an ungrateful little b*tch. Okay, who’s the other one in on it?”

“Well, Teresa, did you do someone dirty today? And who would have a good reason to return the favor to you?”

Instantly, Teresa knew. “Barbara! But how did she know about me?” Teresa asked.

There were other people around during this exchange so Kathy stepped close to Teresa to deliver her information. “Because I told her.” Kathy whispered. “You got everything you had coming to you for what you did to her gelding. God you’re a stupid b*tch.” With a toss of her head and a bit of a flourish, Kathy turned and walked away leaving Teresa with this information.

From the public address: “Ladies and Gentlemen, that, ahem, concludes our program for today. Please make your way to the picnic grounds on the far south side of the property for some barbecue and beverages. Thank you.”

The spectators began exiting the arena and making the walk to the picnic grounds. While Kathy was imparting her information to Teresa, Barbara was taking her saddle, bridle and other items to the tack building located north of the arena. Now informed of the perpetrator of her embarrassment, Teresa quickly walked to where she knew Barbara’s horse was stalled. Not seeing Barbara in the area, Teresa quizzed the first person she saw. Which happened to be Barbara’s trainer. Rather brusquely, Teresa used a hand to turn Barbara’s trainer to face her.

“Where is Barbara Anderson?” Teresa asked in a most direct manner.

“I think she went to put her tack away.” Answered the trainer somewhat taken aback by Teresa’s approach. Of course the trainer had absolutely no knowledge of what Barbara had done and had not witnessed Teresa’s episode.

At a quick walk, Teresa took off in the direction of the tack building. Watching her walk away, Barbara’s trainer pondered.

“I wonder what put a bug in her ass? And why is she wearing her jacket wrapped around her waist?” Shrugging her shoulders, the trainer figured it was not her business and not of any of her concern.

Barbara approached the entry door to the tack building. The tack building was approximately the size of a double car garage. Along the walls were saddle trees and hangers for bridles. There was also space for items such as shelves to store products for cleaning and maintaining leather items. Hanging from one wall was an assortment of items used to cue the horse. Western spurs, English spurs, bats, and a couple Spanish quirts. Approximately in the center of the building, was a special saddle. This was an ornate black leather and silver studded Western parade saddle. This particular outfit was permanently mounted on a steel saddle tree. This type of saddle would have looked right at home with one of the singing cowboys of the 1940s. The facility owners brought it out on special occasions. The saddle was still fully rigged and could be used on a horse. If so desired.

Barbara set her heavy Western saddle on the ground and opened the door to the tack building. She picked up the saddle using both arms and walked into the building. She took a few steps towards the rack where she kept her saddle and heard something behind her. Turning to see who was behind her, Barbara heard the door slam and then saw Teresa.

“What’s the idea of dosing on my saddle with that red stuff?” Teresa angrily inquired.

Barbara thought for a moment. She could deny any culpability, but decided that she was justified in her actions.

“Teresa, I just gave you back for what you did to my horse. And now that I think about it I should’ve done more.” Barbara said quite calmly.

“I didn’t do anything your horse. And you caused this?” Teresa said as she untied the arms of her coat. Teresa turned sideways to show Barbara the stain on her apparel. She forcefully threw the coat to the floor. As the coat hit the floor, DJ Scalia’s weapon of choice came out of the pocket and clattered on the concrete floor. Both women looked at the at the slingshot. Teresa knew she was caught in a lie and Barbara knew she had done the correct thing.

“So that’s what you used. And then you lie about it. You are conniving b*tch.”

Teresa’s temper boiled over being caught in the lie and having to endure Barbara’s insults. Her hands came up and the claws came out. Teresa charged at Barbara. Barbara, still holding her saddle, threw it at Teresa’s ankles as she advanced. Tripping over the saddle, Teresa made a few stumbling steps forward as Barbara stepped out of her way. Nearly losing her balance, Teresa fell over the silver show saddle. Ending up with her tummy directly on the saddle seat, arms extended on the offside and feet, barely touching the floor. Quick as a cat. Barbara took advantage of the situation by piling on top of Teresa and holding her in that position.

“Oof,” Teresa grunted as Barbara’s weight pressed on her. “Get off me!”

Thinking fast Barbara grabbed the strap to the rear girth with her right hand. With her left hand, Barbara found the latigo for the front girth. Feeding the end of the latigo, she fed it through the rear girth’s buckle, Barbara slid off Teresa’s back as she pulled the strap tight.

“What are you doing!? Let go of me. Right now.” Teresa protested as she felt the straps tighten down over her.

Not quite finished with her restraints, Barbara grabbed the front girth pulling it over Teresa’s back and securing it with the strap from the rear girth. Teresa was now solidly secured to the show saddle. The straps passed diagonally from behind her arms to just in front of her hips. Teresa could flail her arms and legs but could not move off the saddle. Had she been less generously endowed in the bust line and in the derrière, Teresa could possibly have slipped her bindings. But unfortunately for her, this was not to be.

“Let me out of here right now. You can’t do this to me.” Teresa protested while flailing her arms and legs.

Barbara paused for a moment to consider what her next course of action would be.

“Well, I’ve got her well secured. But what to do with this prize? I need to secure this area, so we are not disturbed.” Barbara thought.

Barbara went over to the entry door and engaged the lock. There were no windows in the door or anywhere else in the building. Prying eyes would not be able to see inside. Barbara walked up Teresa and rested a hand across her back. At Barbara’s touch. Teresa tried to strike out with a couple of kicks. Barbara was much too shrewd to put herself in jeopardy for receiving a kick. She stayed to one side of her captive.

“Oh my goodness, Teresa. What to do, what to do. You’ve really been very bad today.” Barbara mocked as she patted Teresa’s lower back. “These riding pants are terribly stained. I’m sure you don’t want to wear them in this condition, do you?” Barbara then reached across Teresa’s back and pushed her hand between Teresa’s waist and the saddle following the line of the belt, probing for the buckle.

“No, no, no.” Teresa entreated as she knew what Barbara’s intentions were.

Barbara found the buckle and had little difficulty opening the buckle. With the bell open. Barbara felt for the button closure and zipper. Opening the button was no problem and she easily unzipped Teresa’s riding pants. That goal accomplished, Barbara removed her hand from under Teresa. Teresa felt her pants become slack. Then she felt Barbara’s fingertips under the waistband of her britches.

“No, no. Oh God, she’s gonna strip me.”

Barbara slowly began to peel the red stained riding britches over Teresa’s generous hips and bottom. Barbara then got a bit of a surprise. It seems Teresa felt the need to employ shape wear under her riding pants.

“Spanx? Oh my Teresa, are we getting a little too much junk in the trunk?” Barbara laughed as she gave Teresa’s bottom a gentle pat.

“Shut up.” Was the best reply, Teresa could come up with as she attempted yet another off the mark kick at Barbara. Teresa could feel her pants coming down. Barbara peeled them past Teresa’s knees to the point where they were tucked into her boots. Riding britches out of the way, Barbara turned her attention to the Spanx. Hooking her fingers in the elastic waistband, Barbara lowered the garment to join the riding pants. And exposing Teresa’s white lace thong and the delectable expanse of her olive skinned ass. Teresa continued to struggle but suddenly stopped. She recognized what the items were hanging on the wall in front of her. Riding whips, bats, and Spanish quirts. Suddenly frozen in fear, Teresa was terrified at the possibilities she saw in front of her.

“Oh my God, those whips. Barbara’s going to use them on me.” Teresa mentally lamented.

Teresa’s sudden pause in her struggles did not go unnoticed by Barbara.

“What caused her to stop? Is she giving up already? Strange.” Barbara turned her attention to Teresa’s thong. “Very pretty pair of panties, Teresa. I think those need to come down as well.” Barbara said as she pulled up on the waistband and let it forcefully snap back.

Teresa sighed and gave one more great effort to break free. That effort, of course, was in vain as she was thoroughly restrained. Barbara now found herself at a crossroads. She had her enemy Teresa completely in her hands. If Barbara were to follow tradition, Teresa would now be subjected to thorough spanking. Barbara had taken notice of the riding crops readily available. But frankly, she thought that would be taking things too far and would border on outright brutality. Barbara then recalled the episode at the Indian restaurant with Miya when Teresa was caught spying on them. Although subjected to a spanking, Teresa was melted butter in Miya’s skilled hands. Barbara then decided how to deal with Mrs. Scalia. Barbara skimmed her fingernails lightly over the cheeks of Teresa’s ass stopping at the thong waistband.

“Time to lower these too Teresa. You are lucky. They’re not the least bit stained by the red oil.” Barbara lowered the thong to join the rest of Teresa’s wardrobe. Teresa’s reaction was a low moan. Barbara looked at the Italian soccer mom’s derrière. Wide in the hips with full round buttocks, Teresa’s bottom was nearly perfection. It wasn’t the first time. Barbara had the opportunity for close inspection of this most attractive derrière. Standing to Teresa’s left side, Barbara’s right hand explored from the small of Teresa’s back over the swell of her right butt cheek and down the back of her right thigh. Reversing course, Barbara’s hand came up the back of Teresa’s left thigh. Stopping for a moment, Barbara cupped Teresa’s ample butt cheek, giving it a bit of a squeeze. Teresa had no reaction other than a somewhat loud sigh. Looking around the room, Barbara saw something she could put to use.

“Teresa dear, your skin seems a bit dry. I think there’s something here we could use as a moisturizer.”

“Moisturizer? What the hell is she up to?” Teresa thought as she strained to look to the right and left over her shoulder to see what Barbara was doing.

Barbara took a ½ gallon jug of neats foot oil from the shelf. Setting the container on the floor, she took great care to tuck Teresa’s blouse under the bindings. Teresa was now exposed from the middle of her back to her knees. Barbara picked up the neats foot oil and removed the cap. She poured a small amount on the small of Teresa’s back.

“What is that?” Said Teresa as she felt the cool oil on her skin.

Barbara cracked a bit of a grin. “Oh, just a little oil. You never know when you may need some lubrication.”

Teresa’s mind raced “Lubrication? Lubrication for what? Oh no she wouldn’t.”

Using her right hand and again standing at Teresa’s left side, Barbara began using her fingertips to gently spread the oil over Teresa’s back and upper derrière. Barbara began to have a few body thoughts of her own as she massaged Teresa.

“I finally got her right where I want her. Her skin is so smooth. God this is making me hot. How far do I take this?” She thought to herself.

Barbara poured another slight amount of oil into the palm of her right hand. She then began spreading the oil over each globe of Teresa’s firm ass. Teresa had ceased her struggles. She was mentally groping with the possibilities of what Barbara may have in mind for her. Barbara continued her ministrations on Teresa’s upper thighs her fingers venturing to the inner thighs as well. Adding just a touch more oil, Barbara began to massage Teresa’s ass with both hands. This was having an effect on Teresa. She looked back over her shoulder at Barbara and heaved a great sigh.

While continuing to squeeze and caress the Italian’s delectable ass, Barbara’s own arousal was starting to rise. She had come to a point where she needed to make her move. If she had the wherewithal to do so.

“I think she’s ready, do I dare? I’ve never been this aggressive with another woman. It was always Jenna who made the first move. Or, Michelle, who had me worn out and defeated, then took advantage. But I didn’t stop her. All right then, I’m in control now and I’ll do what I please.”

Barbara had made her decision and now made her first move. She stopped her massage and rested her left hand just at the top of Teresa’s bottom. The fingertips of her right hand traced the inside of Teresa’s left thigh and found her pussy. Barbara started a gentle massage of Teresa’s outer labia. At the first touch, Teresa’s head snapped up in her entire body stiffened. Again, she turned her head over her shoulder and could just see Barbara. As Barbara continued with her fingers, the heat of pleasurable sensations began to grow in Teresa’s crotch. Teresa tried to fight it, but was having little success.
“Barbara, Barbara, you have to stop, please.” Teresa pleaded. Her mind racing, Teresa thought. “She needs to stop, but oh it feels so good.”

“Oh, Teresa dear, you wouldn’t want me to stop now. You’re beginning to enjoy this, aren’t you?” Barbara’s comment was an observation on both Teresa’s pleading tone and the wetness of her pussy. Barbara slipped her middle finger into the damp nether regions of Teresa. Probing with her middle finger, Barbara was trying a technique she learned from Jenna Meyers. Suddenly, Teresa jerked and moaned loudly.

“It appears I’ve found my objective Teresa.” What Barbara meant was that she had discovered Teresa’s G spot. Teresa’s hips began to buck in rhythm with Barbara’s finger.

“Oh!” Teresa yelped as Barbara removed her middle finger and replaced it with her thumb. Barbara’s thumb sustained the stimulation of Teresa’s G spot while Barbara’s fingers sought out Teresa’s clit. Barbara was quite adept at quickly locating Teresa’s bud and administering some tactile stimulation. Teresa’s hips continued to move in rhythm with Barbara’s attentions. Teresa began panting, her head hanging over the saddle and her fingers tightly gripping the leather saddle skirts. As she got closer to her climax, she grunted with each stroke of Barbara’s fingers. It was obvious to her that Teresa was close to an orgasm and Barbara decided to make her final move. Barbara’s left hand traveled between the cheeks of Teresa’s ass from her lower back. Barbara’s middle finger was probing for something and soon found it. The tip of her finger circled the wrinkled opening twice then plunged inside.

“Oh Jesus!” Teresa cried as she felt her ass being penetrated.

Her head shot up and Teresa looked back over her shoulder as she tried to see, as well as feel what was happening to her. Barbara synchronized the motion of her hands and Teresa succumbed.

“Uh, uh, uh, uh, I’m cumming.” Teresa grunted as her orgasm peaked. Her legs stiffened and she arched her back as the pleasurable sensations overcame her. Barbara could detect through her fingers the spasms in Teresa’s ass and pussy. Teresa flexed her legs a few times pressing against Barbara’s hands. Then she collapsed in exhaustion, knees bent, arms and head, resting on the saddle.

“Oh my, oh my, what has she done to me? I’ve never cum that hard in my life.” The breathless Teresa thought.

Seeing that her work was done, Barbara removed her talented fingers that had given Teresa so much pleasure. Wiping her hands on the tail of Teresa’s white blouse, Barbara looked down upon her conquest. She gently rubbed the small of Teresa’s back in a soothing fashion. Teresa gave no reaction other than her heavy breathing.

“I think it’s my turn now. And I think Mrs. Scalia will provide me with whatever I want.”

Barbara loosened the restraints that held Teresa to the saddle. Unrestrained now, and exhausted, Teresa slumped to the floor on her knees, laid her forehead against the saddle skirt with her arms resting on the seat. Barbara paused for a moment to take in her conquest. Teresa was still breathing heavily and recovering from her tumultuous orgasm. Determining that Teresa had had a sufficient rest, Barbara placed a hand under Teresa’s arm and gently guided her to a standing position. With a hand on both of her shoulders, Barbara had Teresa turned to face her. Teresa raised her head and slowly looked into the face of her blonde dominator. Teresa’s face was aglow with an intense blush and just a touch of perspiration. Barbara did not smirk or otherwise have a mocking attitude toward her conquest.

“It seems you really enjoyed that Teresa. I’m so happy. But I have a few more things in mind.” Barbara said in a surprising soothing tone.

Teresa is now standing in front of the show saddle. Leaning back and resting her elbows on the seat. Her ruffled blouse is still in place, although a bit wrinkled. Her pants, Spanx, and panties were pushed down to her boot tops. Barbara looked her up and down and then took Teresa’s right hand in both of hers. Teresa had no idea what she was up to, but was not going to resist. Barbara took the cuff of the blouse in her hands and popped the button off. She repeated the process with the left arm of Teresa’s blouse. Then as Teresa watched incredulously, Barbara took a tail of the blouse in each hand and slowly pulled them apart, buttons flying to the floor. Barbara pushed the open blouse over Teresa shoulders and down her arms. Grasping the back of her upper arms, Barbara closer to her and away from the saddle gently pulled Teresa towards her and away from the saddle. Barbara then pulled the blouse down Teresa’s back and over her arms. The blouse fell to the floor This left Mrs. Scalia standing in her white lace bra. Barbara had always more than a passing infatuation with Teresa’s boobs. She had gotten the chance to experiment with them for a short time at Miya’s. Barbara’s hands gently cupped Teresa’s lace covered breasts. Her thumbs made and exploratory search and soon discovered Teresa’s nipples. Sensuously and gently gliding her hands, Barbara reached behind Teresa and released the bra hooks. Taking a strap in each hand, Barbara slowly guided Teresa’s bra straps down over her arms. The cups falling away from her breasts. Barbara’s eyes grew large as she looked at Teresa’s generous boobs and especially her half dollar size, mocha colored nipples. Teresa’s nipples still had a degree of stiffness post orgasm. Barbara took Teresa’s left nipple between her thumb and forefinger of the right hand and quickly brought it back to attention. Feeling the nipple stiffened between her fingers and watching the areola shrink and wrinkle, Barbara repeated the process with her left hand on Teresa’s other breast.

Still in a state of arousal, Teresa pulled her shoulders back and pushed her chest forward at Barbara’s touch. Teresa let her head lolled back and another low moan was heard from the now thoroughly vanquished soccer mom. Seeing the effect she was having on Teresa, Barbara maintained the gentle nipple stimulation. She was almost shocked when she saw Teresa move her hand to her crotch and begin touching herself. Barbara let this go for a short time and then decided it was time for Teresa to return the favor.

“Come over here.” Barbara said as she moved Teresa away from the saddle stand. Teresa could only take shuffling steps as her lowered garments inhibited her movement. Barbara stood in front of the saddle stand and leaned back against it. She guided Teresa in front of her and used her hands on Teresa shoulders to apply some gentle pressure. The effect being Teresa going to her knees directly in front of Barbara.

“Now Teresa I think for some reciprocal actions on your part.”

“Reciprocal actions? What is she mean by that?” Thought Teresa.

Looking directly into Teresa’s upturned face, Barbara began to unbuckle her belt. The belt unfastened, she opened the snap and lowered the zipper. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her jeans, Barbara gave a couple wiggles of her hips and dropped her jeans down to her thighs. She stood with her black boy shorts directly at Teresa’s face.

“Oh my God, I know what she wants. I’m no dyke. I can’t do this, I can’t do this.... Oh, but I will.”

“Teresa, now’s the time.”

Teresa reached forward and took the waistband of Barbara’s boy short panties into her fingers. She slipped down the front and then moved her fingers around to the back to pull the panties down over Barbara’s bubble butt. Teresa lowered the panties down to meet the jeans. Then she looked directly in front of her at Barbara’s bare pubic area. Barbara squatted slightly and opened her knees. She gently put her right hand behind Teresa’s had and guided her. Teresa kissed Barbara’s left thigh and then her right thigh and then planted a kiss directly over Barbara’s pussy. Then Teresa pause for a second, took a deep breath, opened her mouth and put her tongue in between Barbara’s labia. Planting licks left and right, Teresa moved her attentions to Barbara’s clit. Teresa found that Barbara did not need any warming up as her pussy was veritably dripping. Barbara flinched slightly at Teresa’s oral assault, but was soon moving her hips in rhythm to Teresa’s licking. Barbara kept her hand behind Teresa’s head.

“That’s it, that’s it, keep your face there, keep doing what you doing.” Barbara commanded in a low voice.

“Her pussy is so wet, she’s pushing my face into her. I think I can make her cum.” Teresa thought and increased the intensity of her attentions.

Barbara’s orgasm came upon her suddenly as Teresa proved to be a skilled cunnilinquist.
“Oh shit, Jesus,” Barbara exclaimed as her orgasm hit. Well aware that Barbara hit her orgasm, Teresa maintain her mouth on Barbara’s pussy and kept licking. The intensity was too much for Barbara and she roughly pushed Teresa away. Now it was Barbara’s turn to take a breather. Between panting breaths, she looked down at Teresa as Teresa wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Barbara also noticed a slight look of defiance from Teresa. She had been emboldened by driving Barbara over the top. Barbara decided to squash this immediately. Pushing her jeans and panties down past her knees, Barbara then put the palm of her hand on top of Teresa’s head. Pirouetting 180° while keeping her hand on Teresa, Barbara leaned forward to the saddle and pushed her bottom toward Teresa. Looking back over her shoulder, Barbara gave her orders.

“Now, Teresa dear. You should know what to do. And don’t miss anything.”

Teresa said nothing in response. She looked straight ahead at Barbara’s derrière. Similar to Barbara’s infatuation with Teresa’s breasts, Teresa had a healthy interest in Barbara’s ass. In the past, this was when Barbara had been over Teresa’s lap receiving a bare ass spanking. The firmness of Barbara’s cheeks when Teresa would deliver spank. Barbara’s tan lines with her butt cheeks alabaster white. In the way those cheeks would glow red after some well-placed slaps. Teresa knew that there would be no spanking of Barbara today. With a sigh, she reached out and put a hand on each cheek of Barbara’s butt. For a couple seconds, she squeezed and massaged the firm derrière. A slight push on her head from Barbara reminded her what she was supposed to do. Teresa then pushed her face into Barbara’s crotch and began to lick her pussy once again. Barbara responded again with moving her hips in rhythm to Teresa. After a couple minutes, Barbara redirected Teresa. Barbara started with gentle guidance, but Teresa was not reacting as Barbara wanted.

“Oh no, good God she wants me lick her ass. I don’t know if I can do that.” Teresa thought.

Firmer direction was needed and Barbara got a grip on Teresa’s hair and pushed her face into her ass. Giving up to fate, Teresa used her hands to spread Barbara’s cheeks apart. Her tongue went to work on Barbara’s ass hole. Barbara’s hips began to move more rapidly. Teresa even took the initiative to rub Barbara’s clit with the thumb of her right hand. Again, the very responsive Barbara hit a quick orgasm. She pushed Teresa away from her. For a minute Barbara leaned over the saddle and caught her breath. Teresa staring at Barbara’s ass the whole time.

Barbara turned to face Teresa. She pulled up her panties and her jeans. She tucked in her shirt and buckled up her belt. Looking down at Teresa, who was still on her knees, Barbara addressed her longtime rival.

“I hope that was as enjoyable for you as it was for me. I had no idea you were such a skilled eater of pussy. And you do pretty good at the back door as well. Now, a brief word of warning. Do not fuck with me anymore. Is that understood?”

Teresa looked up at her conqueror “Yes, I understand.”

“Good. Well, as they say, I’ll see you around the campus.” Barbara said as she donned her cowboy hat and headed towards the exit. She opened the door and scanned outside. Looking back at Teresa. Barbara chuckled.

“If I were you, Teresa, I gather up my clothes and compose myself. It seems that the tour of the facilities is headed this way with about 50 or 60 people in tow.” Informed Barbara she exited the building, and of course left the door wide open.

“What!” Teresa exclaimed as she scrambled to her feet. She pulled up her panties and Spanx and was in the process of pulling up her britches when she could hear voices just outside the door. Jumping up and down to get her riding pants up over her big butt, Teresa could hear the voices getting closer as she pulled up the zipper and buckled her belt. Grabbing her blouse from the floor, she put her arms through it and forgetting the buttons were gone tried to button it up.

“Shit!” Teresa blurted as she realized there were no buttons. She quickly tied the tales of the blouse around her waist and gathered up her coat. She got the coat on and buttoned up when the tour group came through the door. Running a quick hand through her hair, she tried to restore some dignity.

“This is our tack room where our riders keep their saddles, bridles and other items.” The tour guide announced as the group entered the building.

“Excuse me, excuse me.” Said a still somewhat frazzled looking Teresa as she worked her way through the crowd to the door.

“Well, she was in a hurry.” Said one of the group. “Probably for a change of clothes judging by that stain on her pants.” Another commented.

The tour guide then went on to explain the different types of saddles and tack that was stored in the room. Then from behind him. He heard a child’s voice.

“Excuse me sir, what is this used for?” Asked a boy of about five years of age.

The guide was dumbstruck when he turned and saw that the young man was holding up, in front of him by one strap, Teresa’s forgotten white lace bra.

Now, from the opposite end of the room came the hurried voice of an adult female. “Excuse me, pardon me, let me through.” Through the gathering returned Teresa who spied the young boy. “Give me that.” She said brusquely as she sn*tched her misplaced lingerie from the boy. Quickly turning on her heel. She marched directly out of the tack building to the titters and chuckles of the assemblage.