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Subject: {ASSM} Girl in the Cottage, part 4
Date: Sun, 13 Oct 2002 18:10:04 -0400
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Girl in the Cottage

Part 4



Cash, please. The cashier handed her the money wrapped in the
receipt. Have a good day, he said. Outside the bank she
hesitated, what store? The fancy one or the Bata? As her husband
wouldn't arrive until Tuesday ("Terrible sorry. Enclosed cheque
to cover your expenses", he wrote in the letter. "I'll make it up
to you.") she settled for the fancy one. And with a nice pair of
sandals she needed something to go with them, like a nice skirt.
Thus the boutique. Make it up you will, she muttered.

There wasn't a choice, really. The little town had lots of
boutiques, summer shops selling cheap clothes at extravagant
prices, but only one frequented by ladies of some standing. When
local people referred to the boutique they meant that one.  

At this time of the day there weren't many customers around and
only two women in the staff. Assistance? the chubby one said. No,
thanks. The girl really just wanted to look around. Please do,
the assistant said. She took her time. A few of the skirts were
all right but on the conventional side, except for a low-cut pale
blue mini. For that one she needed a white top, and on her way
there she found a lined silk dress her size, green with a pattern
of tiny feathers in ochre and silver. Very simple, but oh so
light. She turned the tab. Oops, she said. 

The price is negotiable... a soft voice behind her back. What?
The girl spun around. It was the taller woman of the two, in her
forties with some grey locks in her cropped hair, very elegant.
She took the dress off the hanger. We don't sell many of those in
the summer, you know. The maroon one is gone, so this is the only
one left. You sound like you own the shop, the girl blurted out.
The woman laughed. Between you and me, she whispered, I do.

If you contemplate that one, the woman said, I have a suggestion.
This dress is not see-through, you can wear any bra you like. But
you know, shoulder straps, you lean forward... I have a wonderful
matching set over here. She steered the girl over to the lingerie
department. Almost the exact nuance, it's such a coincidence.
Your size? We might have one.

The girl immediately recognized the brand of the stockings
exhibited in the counter, the ones with seams. She looked over
the row of bras. There was the black low-cut bra, the garter, and
the panties that belonged to the set. He had been here. He must
have bought the red dress here. It was a small town. 

She unhooked the black panties and put them on the counter. I
just need these. I don't have to buy the entire set? The woman
was surprised. I can make an exception, but we have similar...
No, I kind of wanted to complete... I understand, said the woman
and added the green set to the pile. The girl thought it
inappropriate to look at the tab, but she had her misgivings.
With a hand in her back the woman escorted her to the fitting
rooms and then silently stood watching her over the flap doors. 

The girl was quick to try on but put off the decision on the
green dress, not to mention the extravagant lingerie set. She was
nervous. Then she glanced at the woman, took a deep breath and
put the dress on. She couldn't reach the clasp in the back. I
need help, she said. The woman took a step inside, in the mirror
she towered a head taller than the girl, perhaps it was the high
heels, working the minuscule hooks. So, the woman said and pulled
at the sides of the dress, what do you think? Oh, it's...
beautiful. The girl was amazed. 

The woman's hands were on her hips. See, the waistband shows, and
here, she put her hands on her chest, you can see the contours of
the bra when you stretch the silk. You have to try on the green
set. I can't afford it, mumbled the girl. Trying is free, said
the woman. You can always buy it later. She helped the girl out
of the dress and loosened the simple, white bra. Then she stepped
back.  The girl took off her panties and reached for the set. 

The woman was curiously regarding the girl's behind. The girl
froze and turned red. It's not as you think, she began. Oh, isn't
it? the woman said tenderly. I find it quite becoming. She
touched her bottom, slowly following the stripes. Those marks
will be gone in a week. She broke the spell: Now, try on the
lingerie.

The green set fit like a second skin, like if there were no
elastic bands or seams in it at all. I don't use garters, she
said when the woman approached her. Of course you don't, but then
comes autumn and winter. The woman put it on from behind, clasped
it under the girl's navel and swung it around, so the four straps
were in the front. What do you think of stockings? I believe
pearl will be fine. The girl allowed herself to be dressed.

The woman was right of course, it was a dress for any occasion
except, possibly, funerals. The girl never had a dress like that
in her life, to get it any girl would crawl over cut glass.  

The woman held the girls hands in hers and traced her figure from
the breasts down over the tummy and down to the thigh. You can
hardly feel the presence of underwear, it's like you were nude,
she murmured. The girl was paralyzed, watching herself. The hands
returned up the thigh with the hem of the dress, she saw the top
of the stockings appear, the soft skin and the green silk panties
with the little bumps in the front revealing the presence of
pubic hair. 

The woman's hand disappeared with the girl's smaller hand under
the green silk. The girl shuddered. Her gaze was fixed on the
slow movements of the two hands on top of each other, like of a
snake or a rabbit, in the panties. She leaned back and closed her
eyes, her head at the woman's shoulder. She soon was unable to
control her legs.

You are the sweetest little filly, the woman whispered in her
ear. Come for me now. 

The woman held the girl as her knees gave way and she didn't stop
the steady, slow fondling until the girl began to recover her
breath. Oh, I wanted you from the moment you set foot inside my
door, she whispered. She carried the girl over to the little
bench under the mirror  and laid her down on her back. She pushed
the dress up to her armpits, as the bra, and removed the panties.
Now, little girl, I will have you.

The girl had a fresh smell like of the sea and tasted like sushi.
The woman was on her knees between her legs, kissing the inside
of her thigh, licking gently on her labia and love bud. Her
fingers probed the girls body, the buttocks, the breasts, the
small of her back, the tummy. When the girl began to moan she
entered her with her tongue, sucked her, licked her. When the
contractions started she licked fast and light, pressing hard on
a point just over the mound. The girl bucked as if to get free.
Her thighs were around the woman's head, pressing with all force,
and finally she arched and screamed.

When the girl came to, the chubby assistant was standing in the
door, trying to look indifferent. Sorry, customer's on the phone.
She wasn't sorry at all, eyes black, venom dripping from her
fangs. The woman between the girl's knees didn't even turn, she
rested her head on the girls thigh. With you in a minute, tell
her to wait. She spoke quietly. And leave. Now. The bewildered
girl tried to pull down the dress to cover herself. 

The woman smiled at her. I am lucky I didn't have my glasses on,
she said. You are one wild little filly. 

You have the sweetest little pussy, anybody told you that? The
girl looked shy. Very tasty. But I have some work to do. Bring
everything to the counter and wait there. She planted a last kiss
on her mouth and left.

The girl waited for quite some time at the counter, the items
stacked on it haphazardly. Embarrassed she avoided the hostile
stare of the assistant. Other customers went through piles of
sweaters and shirts for sale behind her back. The woman
reappeared from her office. Let's see now, she said. You wanted
the mini and the cream top, right? The girl nodded. And the
dress? The girl was not sure. 

Tell you what I'll do, the woman said with a smile. These - she
held up the panties - need to be washed anyway, handwashed, mind
you. I really can't charge you for them. The girl almost
panicked, they were visibly wetted. And the dress, what do you
think? She mentioned a sum in a low voice. The girl shook her
head. I don't have that much. The woman mentioned another sum,
the voice even lower. The girl looked in her purse and did some
fast calculation. Perhaps, she said. You get all of it for that
price. The woman winked at her. Tell the bitch in the corner to
wrap it up for you.

Out in the street she stood blinking in the sharp light, she
almost got herself runover by the bus. She shook her head
incredulously, giggled, sat looking at the doves in the town
square for an hour, went down to the harbor for a cafe latte. She
was carrying the bag with the logo of the boutique with her
fingertips, as if she intended to dispose of it. 

At the Grand the receptionist told her that he was gone for the
weekend, expected to be back Monday. She knew that already, he
told her after the party.  Four days ago? She wound up on the
avenue, if you could speak about avenues in this town, crying on
a bench under an old elmtree.

A big car pulled half a block away. A stout, bearded man in a
beige sportsjacket stepped out, locked the car, and looked up and
down the avenue. Discovering the girl he quietly approached her,
keeping in the shadow of the trees. For a while he stood watching
her, then approached.

Can I help you? The girl looked up, surprised. No, no, I'm fine,
she stammered while tears ran down her face. Are you sure? She
tried to smile. Yes... Haven't I seen you before? No, she said
hurriedly, you haven't, yes, in a way... Well, have I or have I
not? Her confusion grew.

Suddenly he recognized her. Oh yes, you must be the girl from the
party! Was I rude to you... I must think... He made such a funny
face she couldn't but laugh. Come on girl, you look devastated.
What?  she said. I am not going anywhere. I live here, he said,
just over the street, you've been there. You could sit and fret
or you can have a much-needed whisky. I have to be back on the
yard in an hour, so I can't drive you home, though.

The whisky worked wonders. Soon she found herself telling him
what happened, he inspired the same confidence as the first time
she met him. Are you hurt? No, she said. Was it good? Yes or no?
No! Should I interpret that as a yes? He cocked up his eyebrow.
Yes. She couldn't but smile. So what's the problem? I don't know
who I am, she said.

Oh, he said. I fucked a crocodile down in Australia twenty years
ago. So I know who I am. What? she said suspiciously. A croc, of
course. It took time to reach that conclusion, that's what age is
all about. Another whisky? She had completely forgotten that he
was supposed to be back at work. My wife has phoned in late, he
said, you want to have dinner with me? He rang the bell. A maid
with a white apron entered and curtseyed to the girl. Dinner at
seven, sir.

Do you fuck her too? The girl was bolder now, encouraged by her
host. No, he protested, who do you take me for? A man that loves
young women, she said, courteosly rephrasing what first fell into
her mind. I certainly do, but that maid is strictly off-limit.
Scout's honor. He tried to look solemn. How come I don't believe
you, she said.

After dinner, when they were sitting with coffee in front of the
open fire, he suggested she should put on the dress. For him. She
shook her head. It's like connected with ... Nonsense. When you
crash an airplane you better get up in the next one, or you'll
never fly again. You don't want to waste all that money? Now, put
it on. 

She knew she shouldn't obey. You intend to fuck me again, she
said. Yes, he said. Put that dress on.

She undressed in front of him. The panties are wet, I don't want
to wear them, she said plainly. Fine, he said. And I don't have
any shoes to go with it. Skip the shoes, he said.

The girl was beautiful and very vulnerable. He kissed her and
after a while she accepted his tongue. She felt his cock poking
in her stomach. Now you know what to do, he said. The girl went
down on her knees and undid his trousers. 

His cock was too thick for her hand but not very long. She took
it in her mouth. Work on it. Ouch, he said and pulled the girl's
face back and slapped her. Saliva all over. Careful with your
teeth, girl. Understand? She nodded. He pushed himself inside her
mouth. Use your tongue. The man soon began to groan. The girl
paused, getting some air. Her eyes glittered and she teased him
with long wet strokes. Do I pass? she whispered.

Five minutes later the maid arrived to take away the coffee. The
girl lay over the armrest, face down in the sofa, grimacing from
pain, shiny from sweat, her dress crumpled around the waist. The
bearded man fucked her with small stabs, slap, slap, slap.
Anything else, sir, the maid said. Yes, make that bed in the
attic, some of the gear too. Yes, sir. The maid curtseyed and
left with a last, curious look at the girl. You are too goddam
tight, the man panted. The tightest little ass in town.

SORENSEN


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