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Into the Maelstrom: Part V
When the bewildered Carolyn Lord regained her senses, she knew either her head, the room or both were spinning like crazy. She was almost certain she was lying on her back on a very comfortable bed in a darkened room, covered with a single sheet and feeling very cozy.
Beyond that, things were a little fuzzy. The one thing she was sure of, however, was that between her legs, her pussy was feeling especially pleasant. In fact, she noticed that it was positively tingling.
"Ooooohhh," she murmured. "That feels sooo good!" She moved her hips slightly, repeatedly, trying to heighten the sensation. She remained like that for quite some time, simply content to lay there, moving her hips and enjoying the wonderful sensations her lower belly was radiating all through her body.
It took her a little longer to realize that her clothes were gone and she was naked under the sheet.
"Strange," she thought. She never slept naked at her apartment, but perhaps she should start. There was something to be said for the feel of silk sheets covering her sensitive body. She could even feel her nipples standing very stiff and erect under the thin sheet.
It was some time after that she realized she wasn't alone. She tried closing her legs, but something big was between them. She looked towards the foot of the bed and could just make out in the darkness a large lump under the sheet, right between her legs!
"Oh my God!" she shrieked. "There's a big dog in bed with me! Doing things!! HELP!!!"
She started to get up when she heard a high-pitched giggle, and Carolyn realized with relief that it wasn't a dog after all. It was a woman. Then the full impact of what was going on came to her. In horror, she now knew that an unknown woman was between her legs! Touching her!!
What a nightmare! She must get her clothes and get out of here. Fast!
But the woman wouldn't let her go! The woman held the struggling Carolyn firmly around the waist as she proceeded to show the anguished Carolyn all that she knew about oral lovemaking, which was considerable.
Carolyn's hips bucked and twisted, her hands desperately trying to push the head away from her most private of places, but it was no use. Her assailant clung tenaciously to the shapely rocking hips, her mouth making the most of her uninterrupted contact with Carolyn's inexperienced vagina.
Carolyn stopped struggling after her orgasm, stunned at what had just happened to her. Confused and disoriented after such a rude awakening, she vaguely hoped that now her ravisher, having abused her and presumably got what she wanted, would now leave her alone. But Carolyn noticed with horror that the stranger had not moved from between her legs.
Tamiko was just getting started. She enjoyed playing tricks like this on unsuspecting Gaijin, especially this one-- the always-in-control and very proper Carolyn Lord.
For her, this was the beginning of a, hopefully, very long relationship of which the delectable Miss Lord would spend in a state of considerable undress, doing her bidding.
Carolyn's body writhed and shook as Tamiko continued to practice an experienced and enthusiastic form of cunnilingus on the helpless woman.
After the fifth orgasm had rocked her to her very soul, the exhausted Carolyn mercifully passed out, again!
When she finally awoke late in the morning on Saturday, Carolyn had no idea where she was. She only knew that her body felt sore, like it always did when she would over-do it at her health club, and she had a terrible headache. Her mouth was surprisingly dry, as if she was extremely dehydrated from too much drinking, and she felt terribly nauseous. Even the light pouring in from the window was causing her distress.
She suddenly sat up in bed, her top sheet falling heedless away from her naked form, as those events (those few she could remember, anyway) of the past evening returned to her clouded yet horrified mind! True, the events seemed so unreal and fantastic that she doubted her own memory. But, for Carolyn it was enough!
"JESUS CHRIST!" she cried.
Quickly, she jumped out of the bed, leaving the sheets crumpled on the bed. Nude, she staggered around the bedroom until she found the adjoining bathroom and quietly vomited into the toilet.
She stood up when she was finished, feeling much relieved. Maybe that was it, she thought. Perhaps she had just eaten the wrong thing yesterday and it gave her strange nightmares. She suddenly became very anxious to remove all evidence of last night. She quickly flushed the toilet, and grabbed the first tooth brush and tube of tooth paste she could find and proceeded to clean out her foul mouth. Afterwards, she ducked into the shower and just stood there, letting the water pour over her, first as hot and then as cold as she could stand it. Feeling a little more human after her shower, she returned to the bedroom, determined to get dressed and leave this terrible place as quickly as possible.
"Those things could not have happened," she thought.
There must be some logical explanation. She was a good girl and would never even think of doing such things, let alone allowing such things to happen to her. It must have been some kind of very realistic nightmare. Either way, the less of these people she had to deal with the better!
Thankfully, she found her suit hanging neatly on a hook beside the bedroom door, her shoes directly underneath. However, she couldn't find her blouse, scarf or underwear. Fortunately, it looked like her slacks had been repaired in the night. Not wanting to wait and search, she put on what clothes she had, wanting only to leave this place as quickly as possible, and not really caring what she looked like while she did so. As far as she was concerned, Tiffany could bring them to her later, or they could even mail them.
Carolyn looked at the bathroom mirror and sighed. She knew she was showing a great deal of cleavage; and that it was painfully obvious to anyone who cared to look that she was wearing nothing under her jacket. But it couldn't be helped. Besides, she would only be at risk until she reached her car and then her apartment.
She took a comb from the dresser and ran a few quick sweeps through her damp hair, to give her at least a semblance of respectability. She left the bedroom and quickly walked down the long hall leading towards a small foyer and the front door.
Her unencumbered breasts gently shook beneath the jacket, her highly sensitive nipples rubbing against the smooth lining. A tickling sensation came from where her slacks pressed against her naked vulva, probably a seam she never noticed before rubbing directly over her highly-sensitive pussy lips. She could feel her over-
worked and now traitorous body already responding to these new stimuli.
"Oh, God! Will this never end?" she muttered as she stopped in the hall to try and collect herself. She heard someone moving about in the front room and wanted to be ready. All she had to do was find her purse and she was out of there!
Crossing her arms below her chest to keep her breasts from moving, Carolyn walked erect and proud into the front room.
The room was empty. She looked quickly for her purse but couldn't find it. In desperation, she started going through the hall closet, then remembered someone had taken it into the kitchen for safekeeping.
Carolyn found Tamiko in the kitchen, dressed in a terry-cloth robe, sitting at the counter, having coffee.
"Good morning, lazybones!" Tamiko said brightly. "Care for some coffee?"
"No, thank you," Carolyn said, coldly. "I'm just looking for my purse. Is Tiffany here?"
"No, everyone cleared out early this morning. I think Maria gave her a lift back to her dorm. She had a marvelous time, by the way, and can't wait to tell you all about it when she sees you at work."
Silence followed while Carolyn made a half-hearted attempt to locate her missing handbag, all the time trying to avoid the stare of the girl. "If only I could be sure how good a friend Tamiko really was," she thought.
"About last night..." began Tamiko.
"What did you think of our little ceremony?"
"I can't think very clearly this morning. My head hurts for some reason and I really don't remember much about it. I just want my purse and to leave, thank you." She said coldly.
"It's right there on the counter."
Carolyn saw her lying in plain view on the kitchen counter. Feeling foolish, she grabbed it and started to walk out of the kitchenette.
"You mean you can't remember anything from last night?" Tamiko called to Carolyn's back.
Carolyn stopped. Memories of the past evening began flooding her mind. She turned to face Tamiko.
"I remember Tiffany being... examined." Carolyn started to feel very uncomfortable being here.
"And..." Tamiko added, helpfully.
"And two of your friends, Fawn and Samantha, stayed with me the entire evening. They kept trying to...to...touch...and...and...take my clothes off."
"Why would they want to do that? With your clothes, I mean."
"Well. I remember that I was very warm. Later, I had trouble with my slacks and Samantha took them to be fixed."
"Here, sit down. Have some coffee."
As Tamiko got up for the coffee, the tired Carolyn returned to the counter. "Coffee would be good," she thought. Some of her previous feelings of affection for this little Japanese girl from the night before were slowly returning to her. "Tamiko is always looking out for me," she thought. Gratefully, she sank onto one of the stools at the counter.
"Oh my!" gasped the surprised Carolyn as something fuzzy wrapped itself around her crotch.
"Are you all right?" "Oh, yes. Just tired."
"Must be some loose threads," she thought, "from Tamiko's repair work. She would have to take a look at her slacks this weekend, when there's time. "But, my goodness," she thought. "What a feeling!" It will be a relief to change out of these, she knew. She couldn't go around feeling like that all day. Way too distracting!
"And were they?" asked Tamiko.
"What?" "Were your slacks repaired?"
"Yes, they were. Good as new in fact," Carolyn lied.
To herself she thought, "They were fine, all right, except for that spool of thread you left in the crotch."
Still, she at least attempted to fix them.
"Thank you for doing it, Tamiko. Sam had said that you were a good seamstress." "You are welcome. What happened after you ripped your slacks?"
"The last thing I positively remember was Sam taking my slacks away. Everything after that is a total blank, except for..."
"Except for what?"
"I... can't tell you. It's very embarrassing. I've never...I've never felt so ashamed." sobbed Carolyn as she broke down on her stool.
"Come with me," gently commanded Tamiko. She led the distressed Carolyn by the shoulder over to one of room's plush couches.
Tamiko settled the crying Carolyn on the couch, then went for a box of tissues and their coffee mugs. When she seated herself next to the sobbing woman, Carolyn immediately turned and through her arms around the waiting Tamiko.
"Now, now. Tell me all about it. I'm sure it's nothing at all," said Tamiko, as she tried to reassure the stricken woman as she gave Carolyn the first of many facial tissues.
Carolyn hugged her friend tightly, unable to speak through her sobbing of the unthinkable things she was sure had happened to her last night. She just continued to clutch Tamiko and cried. After a moment, she felt Tamiko's hands moving between them, and the buttons of her jacket becoming open.
"What are you doing?" Carolyn sniffed between sobs, still unable to relinquish her hold on Tamiko.
"You're crying all over your jacket. This is too nice to ruin like that," Tamiko said quietly, as she quickly unbuttoned the remaining buttons. "Come on, lean back.
This has to come off."
"Yes, you're right," sobbed Carolyn as she obediently leaned backward. Tamiko pulled the opened jacket off of Carolyn's shoulders and down her arms. She folded the jacket carefully and placed it on the coffee table in front of them.
Carolyn immediately returned to holding Tamiko tightly, careless of the fact that she was now nude above the waist. She was finally getting her crying almost under control when she felt something at her waist, and then heard the sound of a zipper. She suddenly realized that Tamiko had now unfastened her slacks.
"You're starting to ruin these as well. So, off they go!"
"Do they have to?" inquired Carolyn meekly, between sobs. In her reason-shattered mind, she knew only that the sole person who offered her any concern or comfort lately was this sincere Japanese girl. Because of that, her dependence on Tamiko had grown so quickly that she was prepared to do whatever she wished. Yet, she still felt uneasy. "Oh my!" she thought. "I remember now- no undies!"
"But I'm not wearing any..."
"Yes, I know. But, your slacks must come off. Don't worry about underwear, I've seen you before, remember?
Carolyn, rocked at this most casual reminder of the most embarrassing moment in her life, could only hang her head in shame and passively raise her hips to allowed Tamiko to pull her slacks down past her hips. The slacks quickly made their way down her thighs and off her legs.
Carolyn saw that the girl had removed her shoes for good measure.
At least Tamiko was keeping her clothes close for a change, she thought numbly, as she automatically covered her pubes and breasts. Her slacks were carefully folded and joined the jacket on the table. Her shoes were placed alongside the couch.
Tamiko returned to her place alongside the stricken woman. Carolyn sat primly, right arm across her breasts, left hand over her pubic area, legs tightly pressed together, while the tears continued to flow down her high-set cheeks.
Carolyn felt Tamiko's arm extend comfortingly around her shoulders and she let the Japanese girl pull her against her, so that they were now seated chest-to-chest, with Carolyn's arms trapped awkwardly in front of her.
"What's wrong, honey?" Tamiko asked quietly.
"Something happened to me last night, and I...don't know what it was. I can't remember anything! Plus, I'm...I'm not even dressed," Carolyn wailed.
"That's all right, honey. It's not important. Let me show you," Tamiko said reasonably, as she slipped out of her own robe. "Now, I'm not dressed either. Is this so bad?" the wily Japanese asked, as she gently but firmly pulled Carolyn's arms from their protective stance and placed them around her own slim waist.
"But it's not right. I...we should be dressed," Carolyn sobbed as she found a surprising refuge within Tamiko's comforting arms, pressing herself tighter against the nude Japanese girl, to avoid having to face the fact of her own nudity.
Tamiko did not respond. She just continued to hold Carolyn, her hands moving over the woman's bare back in a soothing manor. She exulted in the feel of Carolyn's warm, firm flesh, her full breasts being pressed against Tamiko's own small mounds, their nipples occasionally making electric contact.
It was not until she found herself nude once again did Carolyn finally get a grip on her outraged emotions. Her sobbing quieted to sniffles, which quieted to silence.
She remained where she was, her face pressed against the base of Tamiko's neck, her full breasts tight against Tamiko's. She still could not get herself to speak openly about the events that so shocked her last night, yet she knew that eventually she would have to, otherwise she might just be spending the entire day naked in this apartment. But, the funny thing was, that prospect didn't scare Carolyn near as much as it would have yesterday, because of Tamiko. Tamiko was with her now. Carolyn was certain, although she could not yet understand why, that Tamiko would always be there to help her. Even so, she still had to take care of herself.
"I feel much better now, Tamiko," Carolyn whimpered, speaking into Tamiko's neck. "I can't thank you enough for helping me." She reluctantly pulled her head back so she could look at Tamiko's face.
"I don't know what could have come over me like that.
Thank you for caring."
"It is all right, my precious. It is all right," Tamiko murmured, patting the nude Carolyn gently on the hip.
Tamiko knew that the crying was over, which was just as well as the tissue box was empty. Although the prospect of spending a Saturday morning being held by a nude Carolyn Lord was delightful, she could think of an even better thing to do with her. It was time.
"Well, Tamiko. I think I should be getting dressed and leaving now," Carolyn said, as she moved forward to retrieve her clothes from the table.
"Good," replied Tamiko, as she grabbed the surprised Carolyn by the shoulders and pushed her back onto the couch. "But first, you will tell me exactly what happened last night to make you so upset. You've had more that enough time to prepare yourself."
"But I can't," wailed Carolyn, feeling herself perilously close to the point of crying again. "It's so embarrassing."
"Carolyn, you are not leaving this couch until you tell me what you think happened. I really would like to know. If you were molested or something in my apartment, I need to know about it. But first, I want you to lean back."
Carolyn obediently leaned back on the couch. As she sat there, she suddenly felt very vulnerable. She quickly crossed her legs and again quickly covered her breasts with her right arm and her pubic area with her left hand.
Tamiko grunted "Humph" in disgust and pulled Carolyn's arms down to her sides.
"Now, I want you to rest your head as far back on the couch as it will go."
Placing her head on the back of the couch, Carolyn found herself staring at the ceiling. She knew her breasts were totally exposed and vulnerable, jutting out in a most shameless fashion, but there was nothing she could do about it.
"Now, I want the story. But, remember this. You can hid nothing from me. I can see into your very soul right now and can tell if you are speaking the truth or some flimsy rationalization. This is a very serious matter.
I remember what you said earlier about the girls. Fawn and Sam are very close friends of mine."
"I sorry," Carolyn said, meekly. "I didn't mean to..."
"Do not be sorry. Be right. Now, no matter what you feel or think you feel from this time forward, keep your eyes shut and keep talking. Remember, eyes shut and keep talking, no matter what. It's important. I want to show you something. Okay?"
"Okay," squeaked a worried Carolyn.
"Now what am I getting myself into?" Carolyn wondered as she closed her eyes. She gathered herself for the ordeal to come.
"I was in bed..." she began.
"So far, so good." said Tamiko as she slipped off the couch. She gathered up all of the clothes on the coffee table, and took them to the kitchenette counter, where they would be out of harm's way.
"...and...someone was with me," continued Carolyn softly, when she felt Tamiko's return to the couch.
"Oh, ho," Tamiko said as she uncrossed Carolyn's legs.
Tamiko swung her right knee over the reclining Carolyn's waist, being careful to place it directly on the woman's left hand laying at her side. She did the same with her left knee and Carolyn's right hand.
"Tamiko! You're on my hands. It hurts and I can't move them."
"Yes, I know. So far, all you have told me doesn't sound particularly sinister. We had a full house here last night and had to double up on the beds. Be happy you didn't end up on the floor like some of them," she said dryly.
Carolyn was very confused. This wasn't going at all like she thought it would.
Tamiko sighed. "Now to the main event," she thought.
"Now, tell me about Samantha and Fawn. From what both they and you told me this morning, they only did exactly what you wanted them to do, nothing more or less."
As Tamiko talked, Carolyn tried to get her hands free, but couldn't. "Oh my God!" she worried. "She's naked and sitting on me. As if that weren't bad enough, her pubes are right on top of mine." Carolyn could feel them rubbing through her pubic hair! Carolyn was just about to order her to get off, when the injustice of Tamiko's statement finally came to her.
"That's not true!" Carolyn protested.
"Okay, then. So tell. Tell me all about Samantha and Fawn."
"Well, they...OH!" gasped Carolyn, when she felt Tamiko lick her left nipple.
"Don't stop. Keep talking," Tamiko ordered.
"Yes. They were on either side of me and...Oh My!"
Carolyn's right nipple had just been tweaked.
"They were both acting very strangely. They were...
They were acting as if I were a man."
"That you certainly are not," Tamiko said, gently cupping Carolyn's breasts for emphasis, rubbing her thumbs on the erect nipples. Her hips started a rhythmic motion asTamiko gently rubbed her pussy over Carolyn's.
"Tamiko, please. You shouldn't be doing that," said the breathless Carolyn.
Tamiko continued her administration of Carolyn's breasts.
"So, what did they do to you" "They were touching me and...and kissing me."
"Where were they doing this?"
"In the living room."
"Where on you, idiot?"
"Oh. On the neck."
"You mean like this...and like this...and this...and this...and this..." said Tamiko as she repeatedly kissed Carolyn's sculptured neck.
Carolyn felt herself turning into melted butter.
Tamiko's hands on her breasts, lips on her throat, and the constant rubbing at her crotch were a combination that was causing Carolyn to loose her mind. Her hips were jerking uncontrollably in an effort to escape Tamiko's constant attention there.
"Oooh, Tamiko. I can't think when you do that.
Tamiko ignored her and continued her love-making.
"What happened then?"
Carolyn was finding it increasingly hard to concentrate. Tamiko was giving sensations and feelings she had never known herself capable of experiencing--
except in her dreams. Between the shocks her body had received in the past twelve or so hours and Tamiko's activities now, Carolyn's mind was reeling. She didn't know what to do anymore. All she could comprehend at this time was that, ever since she had come to this apartment, her body had never been so out of control.
Tamiko continued her expert manipulations on the vulnerable woman located beneath her. Carolyn tried to talk but found that she could only groan, the ability for speech being beyond her shattered mental abilities, so overwhelmed was she with previously unknown sensations.
Unconsciously, her hips were now moving in time with Tamiko's, deliberately rising to enhance to exquisite contact. Carolyn suddenly realized that she had thrown her shoulders back to place her breasts more firmly into Tamiko's hands. "Oh, my God! What was she to do?" she wondered.
Tamiko saw that Carolyn was finally ready for her.
She shifted her body so that she no longer straddled the nude Carolyn. She positioned herself so that she could look directly down on Carolyn's beautiful, up-turned face. She lowered her head and kissed Carolyn fully and deeply on the lips.
Carolyn at first was too stunned to do anything.
Tamiko was kissing her! She could feel the other woman's tongue gently trying to work its way between her closed teeth and into her mouth. She tried to protest this outrageous behavior, but Tamiko kept her mouth pressed firmly on Carolyn's and she could not say anything.
Carolyn, her heart racing, tried to make herself relax.
"I must quit panicking every time Tamiko touches me," she thought. This girl was only trying to help her find out what really happened to her. She was not someone who was trying to reach her, invade her private inner self like some disgusting guy. She was only trying to help her. If this was she wanted, then this is what Carolyn would do.
Besides, this was starting to feel surprisingly good to her, and she wasn't sure why.
Carolyn found herself reacting instinctively to the kiss by tentatively putting her arms around Tamiko's neck. As Tamiko kept on kissing her, Carolyn, her mind in a whirl, found herself starting to kiss the young woman back. She opened her mouth slightly and she accepted Tamiko's tongue, which had been trying to snake it way through her even white teeth. Meanwhile, a slim Japanese hand slipped between Carolyn's partially closed thighs and began to gently stroke her super-charged
Tamiko finally broke the kiss, although her hand remained working between Carolyn's thighs, and Carolyn found herself gasping for air.
"What did you do that for?"
She felt a pleasant tingling sensation below her belly and bent her head forward. Carolyn froze when she saw Tamiko's hand between at her crotch.
"Why...why are you doing that?" she stammered.
"To show you. This is what happened to Tiffany last night, not to you. You just thought it happened, wanted it to happen, to you."
"No! Never! I'm a good girl!"
"Oh, really? Of course you're good. But, how then do you explain those vivid dreams you had last night?"
"No! They weren't dreams. It really happened." said the befuddled Carolyn, her mind in a whirl because of Tamiko's educated hand. She looked beseechingly into the dark, almond shaped eyes above her. "Didn't it?" she wondered aloud.
With this first open sign of doubt, Tamiko knew she had truly won.
While her mind resisted, Carolyn's body, primed from an evening of overwhelming and long denied forbidden pleasures, greedily responded to Tamiko's actions.
Totally vulnerable and helpless against Tamiko's expert administrations, Carolyn's body had driven all reason from her mind. She didn't know what was real and what wasn't anymore. She could only sit there, nude and helpless, while Tamiko drove her insane with incredible sensations.
Carolyn found that her terrible cares and worries of the morning were being swept away in a sea of pleasure.
Try as she might to deny it, whatever Tamiko was doing to her felt very good indeed. "Why did this feel so good?" she wondered. Normally she hated anyone to get close to her, let alone touch her. Now here she was, a grown woman sitting naked on a living room couch on a Saturday morning with a strange oriental girl over 10-years her junior, and she just wanted it to go on and on. What was happening to her?
Keeping her lips pressed directly on Carolyn's, Tamiko casually explored Carolyn's open mouth with her tongue.
She shifted her stance over the prostrate woman to ease her access to Carolyn's vulnerable cunt.
Her mind a blank from too many intense emotions, Carolyn was able to only kiss the Japanese girl back as best she could. Hesitantly, the inexperienced Carolyn circled her arms around the back of Tamiko's neck.
Carolyn stiffened when she felt Tamiko's hand between her thighs become abruptly more active. "Kissing is one thing," she thought, but this is something else again."
Even her female relatives liked to kiss each other, and her, on the mouth, although never like this! But Tamiko!
If only Tamiko would quit kissing for just a moment, she'd then be able to set things right.
But Tamiko wouldn't stop at all, and Carolyn found her resistance becoming progressively weaker as she felt her inside continue to melt!
Tamiko, sadly aware that time was short this morning, released her kiss just before she guided the naive Carolyn Lord to an explosive, mind-shattering orgasm.
Overwhelmed, Carolyn gasped, "AAAaahh!" as without warning an orgasm uncontrollably quaked its way through her body.
Not having the time to teach Carolyn the finer points of girl-love, Tamiko sat down on the couch alongside the spasming Carolyn and quietly manipulated herself to a pretty good climax of her own.
Fifteen minutes later, the two lay entwined on the couch, satiated.
Carolyn's fears were, for the moment, forgotten.
Tamiko had made her see that she herself had caused whatever strange events happened to her last night.
She had no one to blame but her own slutty nature.
But Tamiko had then taken her shame and lifted it to a higher plane. She made it something else. For the first time in Carolyn's life, she felt truly fulfilled as a woman, trained from early childhood into believing that her only recourse for a satisfying relationship was a male, especially a very old fashioned Greek one.
Otherwise, she would spend the rest of her life in solitude, because all of the men she came into contact with seemed only concerned with themselves and their own dirty needs.
She never realized that her answer to her eternal loneliness might come from so unexpected a source as in the form of a beautiful Japanese girl. Carolyn looked at the face of the girl sleeping in her arms and sighed with contentment.
Carolyn Lord had finally fallen for someone in a big way. The fact that it was a woman who had cunningly seduced her mattered not at all to her, at least for the moment.
"Thank you," she said softly.
Tamiko Suzuki had understood this woman quite well, and had been hoping for just such a reaction. Carolyn Lord was going to find her life very different from now on, and in ways she couldn't possibly imagine. She chuckled at the thought.
Carolyn heard the sound and smiled. "She must be having a good dream," she thought. "She might even be dreaming about me."
Carolyn wasn't wearing a watch, but realized it must be getting late. There was some work she just had to finish at the office today before the major conference this afternoon. Damn.
"Tamiko. Tamiko, please wake up. I really must be going now."
"Ohio Goziamus. How are you feeling now?" Tamiko asked, slipping her hand over Carolyn's buttocks. "Are you all right? You look like you could use some sleep."
"I'm very tired, and my head is killing me. You know, I would just love to go to my apartment and sleep the day away. But, I only have just enough time to change and get to work. We're having an important conference this afternoon with some major clients, and I'm a key player."
"Then you must go directly from here. We can have you cleaned, dressed and gone in 15 minutes," Tamiko said as she briskly got off the couch and stood up.
"But I need to change and..."
"Come on! There's no time to argue." Tamiko pulled the confused Carolyn quickly to her feet. Carolyn's body began to sway as her head swam from the sudden movement.
"Oohh. I'm so dizzy."
"A quick shower and you'll be fine," Tamiko said as she held the swaying woman by the waist.
Standing in the cool air of the apartment, Carolyn finally realized that she was still naked.
"Do you have another robe, or even a bath towel, I could use. I can't walk around your apartment like this."
"You've been like that all morning and it hasn't bothered you too much."
"Tamiko, please..." the blushing Carolyn murmured.
"What if someone should come in?"
"Let me worry about that. In fact," Tamiko said, slapping Carolyn on her delectable rump, "let me worry about everything."
Tamiko took Carolyn back to the master bedroom, her right arm around her waist, her right hand resting casually on Carolyn's right buttock.
Tamiko steered her directly into the shower stall.
"Be back in a minute with some towels, honey."
Under the soothing shower, Carolyn began to feel her old self again. She jumped when she heard the shower door open behind her.
"What?" she gasped, spinning around.
"Just me," Tamiko said with a grin, brandishing a wash cloth. "Well, you are my guest." She entered the glass cage and quickly shut the door.
"I can wash myself, thank you," Carolyn said, with bite. "Perhaps she'll get the hint," she thought, as she turned her back on her and adjusted the water to full force. Grabbing the soap, Carolyn furiously started to cover herself with suds.
"Whoa!" thought Tamiko. "Attitude! We'll just have to fix that, and soon, too."
"Oh, come on. It's a lot faster this way," Tamiko said persuasively as she began using the soaped up cloth on the trembling Carolyn's suddenly tense back.
Tamiko knelt down behind her and lovingly began to soap the Greek beauty from the toes up. When she reached her waist, Carolyn had by then stopped soaping herself and could only passively wait for what was to come, lost once again in Tamiko's touch. After thoroughly washing the firm half-moons of Carolyn's buttocks, Tamiko started working the cloth between her partially opened thighs.
She brought the dazed Carolyn close to climax several times before finally allowing her release.
Carolyn, spent, sank to the floor of the shower, where Tamiko continued her soaping of the beautiful woman with quick, efficient strokes.
When she was finally finished, she had to help the exhausted Carolyn to her feet and carefully washed the soap off of her. She turned off the water and led the pliant woman out of the shower. As Carolyn leaned on a wall for support, Tamiko briskly dried her with a large towel. She then led the docile woman back to the bedroom.
"Where are my clothes?" Carolyn asked.
"Your suit is on the kitchen counter."
"And my blouse and...underthings?"
"I sent them to the cleaners with Fawn early this morning. I didn't think you would be needing them quite so soon. Don't worry. They should be ready about 1 p.m.
"But, I can't leave here without...my things.
Everyone would notice. I must get home and change. I
am very late already."
"Don't go home. Just go to work as you are. No one will notice anything. I'll bring you the remainder of your clothes then they are done this afternoon."
"But Tamiko, I can't do that. I'll be so...exposed.
I can't go out in this without a blouse and underwear."
"My precious. Trust me, you'll be fine. You'll be the only one who will know how you are dressed. Anyway, It will just be for an hour or so."
"Are you sure? I don't feel right about..."
"No time to argue! We need to get you dressed and out of here, now!"
Carolyn's mind was spinning. Things were happening too fast for her right now. She just didn't know what was the right thing to do anymore. Carolyn had never felt so tired, and it interfered with her thinking.
Perhaps Tamiko was right after all. It seemed she usually was.
"Oh, all right! I'll go straight there. and thank you for your offer. That's really very kind of you. I hope that it's not an inconvenience or anything."
"Trust me, it is not problem at all."
Carolyn looked deep into the dark almond-shaped eyes of her new friend and felt lost in them. "What an extraordinary effect this young woman has on me," she marveled. "Absolutely extraordinary."
"You know, you've been very nice to me, and I really appreciate it. I only hope that some day I'll be able to repay your kindness and generosity."
"That's all right. I'm sure we'll think of something you can do. How about us having a sleep-over at your place tonight? Yes, that sounds like fun. For now though, off to work with you and I'll meet you there with your clothes. Maybe!" Tamiko said as she pushed the laughing Carolyn out the door.
Tamiko didn't tell her the real reason she had to spend the day without changing or her underwear. It wasn't just a question of training. Tamiko had altered the crotch of Carolyn's slacks. Now, whenever she walked her pussy would be slightly but constantly stimulated.
And when she sat down anywhere, oh sister! Plus, her magnificent tits would be constantly moving, rubbing those sensitive unprotected nipples against the silk lining of her jacket. By the end of the day, the prim and proper Miss Carolyn Lord would have unknowingly stimulated herself to a frenzy.
Tamiko could hardly wait.