Lynda Weismeier felt the sun pushing through the curtains; the soft rays of warm light were fingers reaching out to touch the moist bedwarmed skin of the sleeping girl. Her eyelids sank quietly to hold in her dreams; basking in the happy warmth she squirmed in the bed and the satin sheets slid off of her soft round breasts and the sunlight kissed the girl's hard candy nipples even as the two creamy mounds quivered with Lynda's heaving sighs.
She stretched, lifting her long wavy blonde hair for a moment as her hands slid along the smooth satin and she blinked herself awake. Her eyes finally focused on the room and she sat up in shock, forgetting for a second that she was in the Playboy Mansion. Shyly, even though she was alone in the room she lifted the sheet to her chest, demurely trying to cover her naked body, but the curves of her breasts were outlined clearly in the satin clinging to her velvet skin.
She could see herself in the mirror across the room and she hugged herself and smiled as she became more conscious, quick and warm sun beams licking her bare shoulders and caressing her long blonde hair. Her smile widened, pleasing herself. She smiled a satisfied almost smug smile, admiring herself in these regal surroundings, remembering the sound of the camera yesterday, clicking away as she posed nude. She felt a strange but welcome stirring deep inside her, recalling the gaze of the lens on her flesh, the warm touch of the lights, the arousal of each click of the camera producing images of her naked body-images to be enjoyed by thousands of men. She trembled again, feeling all those eyes on her, all those hands reaching out to ravish her.
She giggled to keep her imagination from carrying her away and she let herself fall back onto the satin sheets and enjoy a few more daydreams, curling herself back slowly with a cozy sigh. She remembered another gaze now and she felt the same arousal now that she had felt yesterday when she saw Shannon Tweed and the publisher admiring her as the photographer took his pictures- those pictures, her pictures, a feast for hungry eyes. Lynda had shivered when Shannon stared at her and she shivered the same way now. Shannon was sharing the publisher's bed and now reigning as Playmate of the Year she was tasting each of the centerfolds of 1982. Lynda had watched mooneyed along with the other playmates as Shannon and the publisher celebrated the new queen of centerfolds by ravishing the lovely Kimberly McArthur and since that night Shannon had been going through the calendar; each playmate in turn was caught in the tall girl's embrace-- soon it would be Lynda's turn.
The buxom young girl tossed the sheets off her body and sprang from the bed; her vivacious spirit wouldn't let her lay around for too long. Time to face the adventures the Mansion would bring today.
Lynda reached inside the shower and tested the water. Just right. She slid open the glass door and stepped in. With the steam from the water enveloping her body, Lynda stood for a moment, enjoying the sauna-like effect. Besides, it was mid-morning on a Saturday and she wasn't fully awake, yet.
In due course, she inched forward until the water struck her abdomen. Tilting her head backward slightly, she let the spray hit her face. Then she allowed the shower to engulf her head and flow down her long, blonde hair.
Lynda wiped her face with her hands, followed by her breasts--cupping them in her palms and watching the water flow over the candy hard nipples. She moved her hands down over her stomach and onto her legs. When she reached as far as she could without having to bend over, she brought her hands up the back of her legs.
They came to her ass and stopped. She felt the coolness of the tight, rounded flesh. She thought back to the last pair of hands that held her cheeks. How gentle they were. How loving the touch. Shannon had towered above her and squeezing Lynda's plump bottom, drew her up for a kiss. Lynda had felt her own mouth open like a flower, her breasts press against Shanoon; Lynda had felt her sex quiver in anticipation and her tiny hands fluttered over Shannon's neck.
The kiss was sweet and urgent and when it broke a speck of eager fire from bright eyes thanked the tall playmate. Shannon licked her lips, tasting Lynda still and her eyes drank in the publisher's approval of the sight of the two embracing playmates.
"You taste like strawberries," Shannon whispered to the tiny girl writhing against her; then she pushed her playmate away and smiled at the young girl's pout. "Soon, sugarplum, soon." The tall blonde had strutted away, followed by the publisher. Lynda was left to lean against the wall alone and wondering when she'd see Shannon again.
Now rivulets of warm water flowed over her skin reminding her of Shannon's warm touch. She bent her face into the torrent of water and the roar in her ears masked the soft tapping on her door.
Shannon knocked once more on Lynda's door. She knew that at the Mansion the Playmate's doors were never looked so she twisted the knob and pushed the door ajar.
The shout was unanswered. Shannon walked in and quietly closed the door.
Still no answer. Then the sound of the shower told her everything she needed to know. She let out a small sigh of relief as she walked softly toward the bathroom. Shannon told herself she would allow herself a peek of the perky blonde's voluptuous body.
Reaching the open bathroom door, she poked her head around the corner. Through the glass doors of the shower she could clearly see the delectable playmate soaping her full, firm breasts. Water flowed down the young girl's back, over the soft ass Shannon loved so much to fondle.
Now Lynda was moving the soap to her stomach and hips and, finally, between her legs. Shannon watched as Lynda slid the bar along the folds of skin hidden from view by the girl's hips. Slowly the soap rose and fell over the area. Shannon saw Lynda's eyes fall shut and her mouth open slightly.
Shannon knew she should pounce on the delicious girl. Instead, she felt frozen in place…compelled to watch.
What she saw was Lynda putting the soap in its tray, then return her hand to her pussy. The rhythmic action started again. This time, only her fingers were involved. But the eyes were still shut and the mouth was still partly open. Lynda's tongue wiped across her lips and disappeared again.
When the hand was still stroking the area between Lynda's legs fifteen seconds later, Shannon knew she wouldn't leave the doorway. Her eyes were glued to the scene enfolding in front of her and the wetness between her own legs gave away her interest.
Lynda used her free hand to squeeze the nipple on her left breast. Even from the distance of the door Shannon could see it grow.
Almost without thought, Shannon's hand slid inside her jeans. Her fingers reached for the clit under her soft panties and rubbed it gently. She had to have more room.
She quickly unbuttoned her jeans and, as silently as possible, pulled down the zipper. Lynda was working her own clit more frantically now, kneading her breast with the other hand. Shannon put her hand inside her panties and felt the moist warmth of her pussy. One finger moved over her clit and down to the opening to her vagina. The pants were too tight for anything more, so she moved back up to the clit.
Shannon smiled to herself when Lynda spread her legs farther apart.
"She's gonna come. I just know it."
Lynda didn't need a toy. She had her finger, which was inserted inside her vagina as far as it would go. The girl moved it like a piston, touching her g-spot when she could. Her other hand ultimately moved to her clit. It wouldn't be long now.
Shannon was lost in her own pleasure. The sight of her naked friend playing with herself, water flowing off her back and down her ass and legs was more than she could take. She pushed her jeans down until they lay at her ankles. Pulling at the waistband of her panties, she stuck her hand inside and began desperately stroking the length of her pussy.
Lynda leaned forward against the shower wall. One hand pressed firmly against the wall while the other manipulated her clit. Her ass stuck out, creating an erotic curve to her hips that Shannon found irresistible. She wanted so much to dive into the shower and devour the girl.
But, she also didn't want Lynda to stop. Watching the girl's breasts hang invitingly from her chest, gently swaying, was making her crazy. Shannon pulled off her shirt, revealing a set of petite breasts. She silently bent over and pulled off her shoes, followed by her jeans. Standing now in just a pair of panties, she returned to masturbating.
Lynda's eyes were clenched tightly shut. Her head was tilted back and her mouth was opened as if in anticipation of a breast being lowered into it. She was fucking her finger, then withdrew it and concentrated solely on her clit.
She took in a breath as the first hint of an orgasm built up inside her. Lynda pressed her hand hard against the ultra sensitive clit. Using a frenzied circular motion, she maneuvered it back and forth, up and down.
"Ugh…come on," she cried. "Mmmm…yeah."
Lynda's orgasm rolled through her body. Her hips rocked as if being pounded from behind by an imaginary cock.
Her hand worked the entire length of her pussy. Fingers sank into her cunt, then emerged soaking wet to rub her clit. Another wave of orgasms hit her and she pressed harder against the shower wall.
Lynda didn't think it would end. She thought of Shannon's precious breasts stuffed into her mouth, the nipples being twirled by her tongue. She thought of the woman's mouth wrapped around her clit, sucking it and licking it.
Another orgasm. Then the calm after-effects
Shannon stood completely naked, having pulled off her panties seconds earlier. She was on the verge of coming…when Lynda saw her.
Lynda's initial shock wore off quickly upon recognition of the elfin body on the other side of the glass. She slid open the door about a foot and peered out.
"How long…," Lynda began to ask.
"Long enough," was the reply. "Need help?"
"Get in here, baby."
Lynda opened the door far enough for Shannon to enter, then shut it again. They looked at each briefly before reaching out to hold each other's hips and kissing. Tongues met in open mouths and hands felt for butts. They pulled each other closer until their bodies connected from the breasts to the knees.
"Did you come?" Lynda whispered in Shannon's ear.
Lynda slid down the body of the tall playmate of the year; Lynda was her love slave, doomed to do the bidding of the goddess. She stopped at Shannon's breasts and sucked on both nipples. Using her hands to lift the full creamwarm mounds, Lynda licked them gently.
Then she continued down the body. When she reached the woman's clit, Shannon voluntarily opened her legs wider. Lynda placed her hands on Shannon's ass, pulling her toward her.
Lynda's tongue met the clit, sending shivers through Shannon. After a couple hard licks, Lynda wrapped her lips around the engorged clit. Moans of joy came from the tall goddess above her. Lynda tasted the sweet juices flowing as she lowered her tongue to Shannon's cunt. Then she moved back up to the clit.
Shannon flinched with this contact. Then stiffened. Lynda knew it was time-she had felt this quivering in before.
"Come for me, hon."
Shannon did just that. Putting her hands on the back of Lynda's head, she forced her hips forward. Lynda's tongue worked furiously on the clit, causing wave after wave of ecstasy to explode through Shannon's body. Soon, Lynda's soft lips were squeezing the finger-like clit.
Shannon cried out again as her orgasms continued. Several minutes of watching Lynda masturbate had worked her into a frenzy, and the release was better than she expected. The feel of Lynda's hands on her ass only increased the pleasure.
It was only a minute or so before she was satisfied. But, it seemed to be forever. With weak legs, she clung to the girl that was now back at her mouth, kissing her passionately.
"Good morning," Lynda said in her sexiest voice.
"God. That was great," Shannon managed to reply with a heavy sigh.
Four hands were flying now-- probing, caressing, pinching; each girl explored every inch of the other playmate while water poured over them.
A young brunette woman pulled quietly away from the open bathroom door and walked through the bedroom. She slipped out of the room and leaned her back against the door. Charlotte Kemp tried to control her breathing but she kept telling herself that soon it would be her turn.