Bert Ormsby - Swapping with laura

"Oh." Laura felt vaguely befuddled. Incense? At a meeting of the Park Palisades Women's League?

But hers was not to question. She had come to make friends, and she was going to do her darndest not to seem the farm-girl simpleton among all these worldly women. Although she did consider the dress of some of them to be just a trifle bizarre. There were some women and young wives wearing gold arm bracelets up to their elbows, and many of them with the cleavage of their tight dresses and jumpsuits cut altogether too low for Laura's taste, revealing much too much unbrassiered breast flesh. She even thought she spied the nipple of one woman bending over to have her cigarette lit by another. The woman didn't seem to be wearing any brassiere, and her full, well-shaped breasts reacted to gravity in the natural way by almost falling through the "vee" in the top of her dress.

"Here's a nice place for you to sit, dear. Rover will keep you company."

Laura was surprised to find Cleonora indicating one of the large pillows in the center of the room. She looked around self-consciously. Surely she wasn't expected to sit down on one of those things?

"I'll be with you in a minute. Go ahead. Sit down. I've brought your favorite drink."

Laura looked down. There was a small bottle of sherry and a glass sitting next to the pillow. The sherry Cleonora had given her the previous evening had certainly made her feel nice, though she could probably blame it somewhat for the fiasco between herself and Ralph. If she hadn't been feeling so pleasant, she wouldn't have enticed her husband so brazenly, and maybe then he wouldn't have – well, that was neither here nor there.

With Cleonora's pressuring hands encouraging her, the uneasy young blonde slipped downward onto the large, fluffy red pillow, crossing her legs carefully and smoothing her skirt over her long tanned legs. Rover came up almost immediately and placed his snout in her lap. She cradled his warm head and glanced briefly into his large, adoring brown eyes, then stroked his ears gently as she looked up again and around the room.

Everywhere young wives and older women were settling down onto the large cushions with their German shepherds nuzzling and pushing at them in the most curious way. For the most part the women were stroking the dogs in a normal fashion, but in at least one instance Laura thought she detected some excess of familiarity. She peered across the dimly lit room trying to ascertain if she had seen correctly.

But of course she must have been mistaken. These were all respectable women, and they looked it. They all dressed so expensively, so that she felt almost shabby by comparison. Was it peculiar that as yet Cleonora hadn't introduced her to anyone? Perhaps not. Perhaps there would be a get-together after what was obviously going to be a formal meeting, and then she would get to know people.

Her eyes moved around the room at a leisurely pace, taking in everything. And then she noticed with some astonishment that a sort of dais had been set up at the far end of the room by the windows on which had been placed a motion picture screen.

Her fingers moved in Rover's soft fur. The nestling of his head in her lap made her feel nice, as she picked up the glass of sherry that Cleonora had poured for her and sipped it. The drink was just a bit stronger than the ones she had been persuaded to have the previous evening, but Laura had no difficulty getting it down tonight. The sherry spread a warm comfortable feeling throughout her stomach and she worked her buttocks down into the huge soft pillow as she waited for the meeting to begin.

Cleonora sat down on another cushion close to her and patted her younger friend's hand. Surreal music had started up and now seemed to be floating in from everywhere. As Laura's eyes became accustomed to the swiftly fading light, she thought glimpsed unusual pictures of beautiful women with handsome German shepherds around the walls of the big room. Strange, she thought, that she had never noticed them before, with all the many times she had visited with the Franklins in this very room. Maybe Cleonora only brought them out on special occasions.

Her hostess had lit two cigarettes and passed one to her. "Go ahead, dear. It'll help you to relax," she coaxed.

Laura was startled but she couldn't see how she could refuse. It was true that she had never smoked a cigarette before in her life, but then on the other hand she had never drunk a sherry before, either. Her personality wanted to expand, to find distraction, to alleviate the increasing dissatisfaction and discomfiture she was feeling with her marriage. And Cleonora seemed to know exactly what she needed. It wouldn't be nice to refuse at this point. Besides, the sherry was so nice and made her feel just a little more daring than usual… So she said nothing as the burning cigarette was placed between her sensually parted red lips. It seemed a curious shape for a cigarette, too slim and looking sort of hand-made. She wondered if Cleonora "rolled her own". But that was silly.

"Merely sip it, dear. The way you do the sherry," Cleonora counseled. "Let it fill your lungs, but don't take too much at once. Suck on it carefully."

Laura put her fingers on the cigarette, only mildly aware that other women around her were watching her. She wanted to appear mature and worldly like the rest of them, but remembering her initial experience with the sherry, she knew that it was best to heed Cleonora's advice and take the cigarette very slowly.

After a few puffs Laura had the most irrepressible urge to giggle, and only barely managed to control herself. Her eyelids drooped and she smiled softly as a warm, sweetish feeling flooded her belly and loins. Cigarettes were certainly more remarkable than she had ever previously been led to believe. Did they make everyone feel this way? So nice and relaxed and ready for most anything. Or was it just her, because she had never had a cigarette before?

Cleonora was sitting closer to her now, gently stroking the side of her neck with the fingers of her right hand. Rover sniffed and moved his head in her lap as she caressed his powerful head.

"How do you like that, dear?" asked Cleonora. "Is it as nice as the sherry?"

"Mmmmm," Laura cooed lazily. The cigarette was good indeed. Her eyes moved easily towards the raised section at the far end of the room, and as they did so the lights went down very low and the background music crescendoed. There were unintelligible whispers all around her and she tried to sort them out – until she realized suddenly that she was looking at the motion picture screen on the dais, and that a colored slide had been projected onto it.

Laura gasped as her eyes focused on the astonishing picture in front of her. The slide was a still colored photograph of a German shepherd with an enormous erection!

Laura's nostrils flared and her eyelashes fluttered. What on earth was all this about?

Another slide replaced the first. This one showed a naked woman lying on a divan, resting in the halo of her long red hair, her legs slightly askew, her high, widely-spaced breasts surging skyward, her nipples hard and flinty-looking.

She was beckoning to the dog, who was now in the foreground of the slide.

Laura stared partly amazed, partly horrified. She didn't know what to do or say. The obvious lure of the woman to the approaching German shepherd quite took her breath away. Was this preliminary to calling the minutes for the club meeting? Or had the meeting already taken place and Cleonora invited her only for this weird entertainment? She had no way of knowing.

Her head swam. She felt dazed. Cleonora's fingers were now pleasantly caressing her ear and Rover's snout had disappeared up beneath her skirt. She instinctively squeezed her thighs together over his furry head, then cried out when his cold wet nose suddenly pressed electrically into the center of her silky white panties. Her pussy tingled with a strange desire and her heart beat furiously.