Jackie Powell
Spurt by spurt
CHAPTER ONE
Marjorie was clad only in her panties and barely adequate bra. She thrilled as she caught sight of her slim, pretty figure in the floor-to-ceiling mirror at the top of the stairs.
She had just arrived that afternoon to visit her cousins, Alan and Cynthia, for the first half of her summer vacation from college. Her cousin, Alan, was over ten years older than she. A successful assistant District Attorney, Alan was also independently wealthy and lived with his beautiful cousin-wife, Cynthia, in a large suburban home, so large it left everyone a great deal of privacy.
Marjorie was on her way down to the library to mix herself a drink. She figured the servants were all in bed, and judging from the way Alan and Cynthia had been behaving at dinner, she was sure they were in bed! Besides, the risk of getting caught undressed gave her a sense of excitement. Rehearsing carefully, she had words of apology ready on her tongue in case she was caught. Loving her nakedness, she almost wished she would be caught!
As she passed the mirror, she stopped and frankly admired her seventeen-year-old body from every angle. With a sudden impulse, she adjusted her panties so that most of her slightly curved belly was bared to view below her tiny, virgin bellybutton.
Marjorie's hips were as narrow as a boy's. Her arms, gracefully slender, were already deeply tanned by the early summer sun as were her almost perfect legs, which were sun-bronzed practically up to the bottom edges of her skimpy panties.
Ever since she was thirteen, she had worn the briefest bathing suits she could get away with, loving the way boys and men of all ages kept their eyes on her. Once, when she had been fourteen, she had been thrown off a beach while visiting a school friend back east. She had been practically naked, but her half-formed breasts had been smaller than those of the huge, hairy-chested lifeguard who had escorted her firmly off the beach. Marjorie had flirted with him, suddenly in love with the large, young man, so much older than she. As they had passed an empty cabana, she pulled him laughingly inside. Immediately, she had slipped her arms around his big shoulders and lifted her open mouth, pleading to be kissed. The lifeguard had laughed, patted her round, pert backside, and had told her to come around a few years later on.
But Marjorie had begged so piteously and pressed her nearly nude, small body so close against him, burying her face in his expansive, hairy torso, that he had finally relented and begun to kiss her. Her response was so hot that he, in turn grew excited and soon was kissing her little nipples, which she had freed for him by taking off her bra. Pressing her back on a divan in the cabana, he began to explore her tiny bikini bottoms with a huge but gentle hand. As his searching finger had found the soft, warm, little mark it was looking for, they had been interrupted by a sound outside. Hurriedly, they had left the cabana through the back door, and, to her deep regret, Marjorie had never seen the big lifeguard since.
Now, three years later, standing in the upstairs hall of her cousin's home, seeing the exposed whiteness of her lower belly made Marjorie feel a strong, instant desire to strip off the rest of her scanty attire. She wanted to stand there before the mirror entirely naked and engage in the lingering pleasure she was so fond of.
She found herself trembling excitedly. Smiling softly at her pretty image, and delighting in the sexy picture she made, Marjorie pressed the palms of her hands down her naked sides and edged tender fingertips under the upper band of her panties. Deliberately, she rolled them further down her hips, her eyes gazing avidly at every inch of her bare body, so that her only covering at the waist was a narrow band of twisted cloth.
She turned to see the profile of her ass reflected in the mirror. It was still as round and pert as when she had been fourteen. She had been told more than once she had the special kind of ass boys and men liked so much to fondle, squeeze, and play with. Thinking of Alan doing that to her – if he only would – made her very hot. She almost decided to go back to her room without the drink and give in to her mounting desire right away. For some time, she had given over any idea of prudishness in sensual pleasure. She played with her pussy as much as she wanted!