Owen Willow & Mara

Withdrawing her hand from the water, and from between Willow's legs, Mara stood from the side of the tub. "I'll put a fresh towel out for you, for when you're ready."

Willow nodded, her body glowing, her mind completely lost. She sat in silence, candles flicking to her left and right, the water turning now from warm to lukewarm. She leaned back one last time, her knees emerging from the water as she ran her hands over them, gazing down at her nipples, red from Mara's handling but no longer aching.

When she exited the bathroom she found Mara again at her desk, laptop open, busying herself in a spread sheet. Wearing the robe and the towel Mara had left for her, she stood briefly in the small living room of the tiny two-bedroom apartment.

"You'll have to bring clothes to leave here next time you come, dear." Mara said, not lifting her head from the computer screen. "Why don't you go straighten up Owen's room, and get dressed. I left your clothes in there, I'm afraid I don't really have anything much in your size you could borrow from me."

Willow was long past questioning any direction received from Mara and moved into Owen's room, straightening up, and practically remaking the bed. On Owen's beanbag she saw her jeans and top, her hoodie and bra neatly folded as Mara promised. As she draped her robe and towel over the bed, she paused, only then seeing for the first time panties that Mara had left.

"They're probably the smallest pair I have," Mara said, standing at the door, looking in on the naked Willow. "I thought you'd wear them." Willow turned wordlessly, facing Mara, who looked toward the younger girl with raised eyebrows. In Willow's hand, the panties Mara picked out, a deep burgundy satin cheeky, with lace in the front.

"Now, not sure I can tell you the last time I wore them." Mara laughed. "I definitely was going out whatever night that was," she continued. After a moment, Willow spoke in the quiet, almost whispered tone she had used all night.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, love." Mara said again from the door, not breaking eye contact with the young girl. Almost as a cue, she again raised her eyebrows to the young girl. Willow saw it, blushed and looked down, then again meeting the older women with her eyes, stepped one leg, then the other the panties.

"Aw..." Mara laughed. "They'll do. Get dressed love, then come out."

Willow did as she was told. When she came out, this time Mara was sitting on her couch. "Well, like I said before, Owen won't be home tonight love. I imagine you'd probably look to head home soon, anyway? Not sure what your day tomorrow is like. Would you like to call your Uber?"

Willow nodded and took her phone out, calling the car. A few minutes later, she waived to Mara, who watched her from the window as Willow stepped into the Uber. Willow rode in in absolute silence, playing over in her mind everything that just happened. She replayed in her mind opening Owen's jeans, reliving the beautiful moment of anticipation of taking his cock out and enveloping it with her mouth. She squeezed her legs together in the car and her eyes closed as she remembered his hand in her hair, bouncing her head, her tongue wrapping itself around his head, feeling her face pressed against his strong thighs. She thought of the small spasms she felt him have as he began to climax, and then the rush, shock and terror of him spraying himself on her face. Her finger subconsciously tracing over the place in her hair where his semen fell. She exited the ride, having not said a word and entered her home.

Quietly she hung her coat, removed her shoes, and made her way to her bedroom. No time for light, she fell directly on her bed, exhaling as her mind continued to relive the night. She blushed again, thinking of Mara's tenderness and empathy helping Willow clean her hair after Owen finished there. She closed her eyes again, remembering dropping her clothes in front of Mara, as she stood before her in the bathroom. Restless, she opened her jeans, her hands sliding down past her navel, as in her mind she saw in slow motion Mara take her nipple, and tweak it. The wave of electricity washing over her body was real and her hand was now inside her jeans. Her fingers slid over the satin panties she wore, the panties Mara gave her, and she moaned. She was now soaking, and soaking herself in Mara's panties, her heartbeat increasing, she alternated between squeezing her legs together, and running her hand over her clit. She stayed on her pearl, working it in slow, then fast circles, reimagining Mara lowering her into the tub, Mara moving her hand under the water, Mara taking her pussy as she stared into her eyes. Willow worked her pussy furiously, more turned on that she had ever been masturbating to mental images of Owen's cock. Her pussy was soaked and when her back arched, she knew her orgasm was near. She worked her pussy fast and furiously, about to climax when her phone lit up with a text.

Breathing heavily, with one hand still in the panties Mara had her wear, she held her phone with the other. The message was stark and direct. "Are you about to cum?"

Willow snorted in exasperation at Mara's message. How did she know?! WHAT WAS HAPPENING?! She rubbed her clit ready to explode but...paused. She didn't want to pause, but she did, she couldn't focus, couldn't concentrate. Her fingers were soaked with her own juices, but she couldn't help from looking back and back again at the message. It was there, like Mara's raised brow. Willow breathed in, stared, and took the phone.

"...yes. " she paused, then typed, "Please. Please, may I?"

Willow stared at the text message for what felt like an eternity. In her mind her voice shouted "Please write back. MARA PLEASE WRITE BACK!"

After an eternity, but really only one minute since the first message, the bubbles come up. Then, a response.

"Yes, you may."

Willow rubbed her pussy, and in a few seconds exploded into orgasm, her fingers working herself like never before, muscles contracting, oxygen intake seemingly deprived, she came as hard as she ever had in her bed, soaking her sheets and for the first time, squirting. She panted now, leaning back into her mattress and stared at her phone.

The bubbles appeared again, but this time on Mara's phone. Then, the message from Willow.

"Thank you."

Mara smiled as she sat on her couch. A glass of wine in her hand had replaced the tea. She sipped it.

"Send me a picture of the mess you made of my panties and your bed. And make sure I see your face."

A deep embarrassment once again washed over Willow, she had never sent pictures like that of herself to anyone but slowly, her hand angled her phone from between her legs, the glaring wet spot evident in her panties in the foreground, her almost expressionless face behind it. She took the picture, and then another of the wet spot her squirt made.

"Sleep in the panties you soaked and the wet mess you made. Good night."

Bubbles again, and then a moment later, "Yes Miss."