Room 2D

From Uniform Girls 19 ‘That haircut’ His mother’s voice low, disapproving. ‘Really!’ He was sitting with his back to the door of the dining room and didn’t turn to look but it had to be her. The tall girl with the cropped blonde hair. A couple of years older than himself perhaps? Nineteen? All right then, three. He saw her again on the beach. Yesterday. That pale blue one-piece swimsuit. Her shape in it — and the parts that weren’t in it — had made his mouth go dry. Not big boobs but her bottom… he had almost had a heart attack when, 20 yards away, she had bent over like that. The stunning long legs kept quite straight at the knees. The tremendous reach of the backs of her thighs. And at the top… with that old man of course. Or oldish. Fifty? Her guardian, his mother said. He kept his head down, as if his soup was of surpassing interest, but saw nonetheless it was the girl. And him. Mr Guildford his name was. Was that her name? ...

Photo-story from Janus 90 ‘The pest is here again. Crossing the road right now, Sugar.’ ‘Don’t call me that, Lydia.’ ‘But you  are  my sugar-daddy.’ ‘I’d hoped I was something more.’ ‘We’ll have to see, won’t we? I don’t know how I’m going to feel — I’ve never done this before.’ The entryphone buzzed from below. ‘Come on up,’ said Lydia coldly into the speaker. ‘You’ll find some clothes on a chair in the hall. You will change into them, and wait there until you’re called.’ They heard the lift in the mansion block rumbling upwards.  ’My dearest,’  he pursued,  ’you will feel as intensely erotic and stimulated as I feel just to look at you in that outfit. In this respect I know you better than you know yourself.’ Lydia had slipped off her Mandarin wrap and turned to him. She wore a skimpy bra and panties trimmed with lace; seamed stockings with suspender-belt, glossy shoes with five-inch heels. ...