Lynn's seaside fantasy was pushed away by a strange, new awareness that sprang into her mind out of nowhere. She suddenly realized that she wanted to be able to look like her mother, to dress as sexy as her mother. She could, it was OK, she was a woman and she could do that. With that realization a series of orgasms shot from her clit in rapid-fire succession. So strong were they that it was all she could do to hold onto the banister and not fall down the stairs. Her position made it impossible to stop the stimulation of her clit, and she just kept coming, over and over again. The ropes dug into her wrists, making it feel as if she was being tortured by her lover, forced to endure this prolonged episode of intense sex. She cried out, heedless of the neighbors, practically screaming. Her whole body shook violently in gut wrenching ecstasy.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the waves subsided and she managed to swing her leg back over the banister. She collapsed on the stairs for awhile, unable even to walk. She sat there, panting, her body wet with sweat, basking in the warm glow of the best orgasm she had ever had. As she caught her breath she thought about what she had felt, and made up her mind that from now on she was going to explore this new world of feminine sensuality as much as possible.
Slowly she got up and went to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of club soda. As she closed the refrigerator door and started to walk away she was surprised at how cold her outfit felt on her legs. She found the coolness of its touch very sensuous, and liked it so much that she went back, pulled open both refrigerator doors, and stood there for a minute, turning around to cool it all over.
The cold fabric felt so good that she decided to take her soda out to the back lanai where she could sit on a lounge chair and enjoy the cool evening breeze. The slinky fabric continued to tease her all over, and despite her overwhelming sense of satisfaction she still found it pleasantly erotic. She still had a couple of hours before her parents returned, and she wanted to enjoy this precious time as much as possible.
Her cunt was throbbing from being rubbed so hard on the banister, but even so she reached down and tugged on the waistband of her pants, pulling the inseam well up into her cunt. Then she started to stroke her nails ever so lightly up and down the furrow, like her lover on the beach. It tickled, as it had on the sofa, except that the tightness of the nylon made it tickle much more. She didn't want to come out there on the lanai. She just wanted to keep herself on edge. There was time enough to go back inside and set off some more fireworks. She certainly wanted to wear her mother's new dress again.
She knew her mother had a good collection of expensive nightgowns. They weren't the kind that you would expect a nice middle class Japanese mother to own. She was suddenly stricken with the desire to wear one, one of those long, sheer ones that would envelope her in yards of wispy nylon. She decided to do that next.
She got up and went to stand at the wrought iron railing that ran along the edge of their lanai. The view wasn't what you'd get from a house up on one of the hillsides, but it did look out over the neighborhood. A cool wind was blowing, and it caught the loose fabric of her pants and made it flutter over her calves. The nylon fabric did nothing to keep her warm. It was a delicious feeling. More than anything it tickled, that soft, gentle tickling that drove her crazy. She gripped the railing and basked in the pleasure she felt everywhere the nylon touched her, remembering Ginger's story about standing on a balcony in her silky pleated skirt.
She wished the wind could make her come, but she couldn't imagine how that would work wearing these pants. Perhaps if she wore her mother's jersey dress out here the wind might push it between her legs enough to stroke her cunt. She decided to try that next and then, if there was time, to finish up in the shear nightgown.
As she stood outside in the dark, mulling over all that had happened, she set herself two goals. The first was to learn as much as she could about sex. She realized how fortunate she had been to have Sandra introduce her to Elle Elle. It was the perfect place to begin. Her second goal was to buy some nice, sexy underwear, and more sexy clothes like her mother's. She wanted to enjoy herself as much as possible, every day. And maybe even a soft, silky nightgown, the kind her mother had. She had never seen her mother wearing one, but she knew where they were and guessed that she wore them in private, for her own pleasure as well as her father's.
Then, with a sudden shock of understanding, she realized that her father was a very lucky man.