It was a hot summer day,
Carrie was home from
uni
And sitting in the
shade,
She couldn’t abide the
sun,
Hidden from view
In a quite corner of
the garden
Lost in solitary
thought
When stepmother Julie
Walked out from the
house,
The garden being very
private,
And Carrie not due
back till later
Julie thought she was
alone.
Carrie was about to
say hello
When Julie slipped off
her dress
To stand naked on the
lawn
Arms stretched above
her head
She pirouetted like a
ballerina
Showing her self off
To her secluded
surroundings,
Celebrating her
nakedness
Offering herself to
the sun
Then she lay down on a
blanket
Carrie was again about
to speak
But found herself
unable
She was mesmerized
By the tableaux before
her,
And a little arroused
Which surprised her
Not being so inclined
Not being of that
persuasion
She was no disciple of
Sappho
But what harm could it
do, to look
With no fear of
discovery
She was a reluctant
voyeur
But the opportunity
presented itself
And she took it
Where was the harm
Watching a beautiful
woman
Sunbathe naked
But then Julie started
to touch
And caress her
nakedness
At first Carrie looked
away
Slightly embarrassed
But her curiosity drew
her back
And her arousal
heightened
Growing deeper with each
stroke
And when Julie’s body
arched in climax
Carrie let out an
audile squeal
Julie glanced over in
her direction
And their eyes met and
Julie smiled
Then she beckoned to
Carrie
A wordless invitation
to join her
She arose from her
place of hiding
And walked slowly to
her step mum
Where for the first
time
Carrie enjoyed Sapphos
sweet embrace
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