"Sandra please, not Mrs. Wilson. I need to go to Ikea and pick up a wardrobe, take it upstairs and put it together. Having a second pair of hands would really help. I ordered it online, but they wanted fifty pounds to deliver, and I thought that scandalous."
Well that sounded fine, nothing too difficult. I have seen dad assemble plenty of furniture, so, why not? "Sounds cool, I am ready when you are."
We set off in her car, no idea what it was, it was a car, it was long, it was silver, who cares? It was about a thirty minute drive to Ikea, Sandra chatted all the way, my ears were getting a little tired when we pulled up to the collection point. At least we didn't have to wind our way around the store, that is so tedious, I always try and get out of going with mum and dad, all those stupid arrows and then the standing forever in the checkout queue. Buy online, pick it up, so much better.
Someone in a yellow tea shirt and blue shorts wheeled it out on a trolley and Sandra opened the car boot. It was pretty obvious that even with the back seats down it was not going to fit.
"No worries, I came prepared, I hope you are strong, let's put it on the roof." She pulled what looked like an old quilt from behind the seat and laid it on the roof between some rails that were already there, with most hanging off the back.
"Right then Natalie, I will take the end nearest the car, you take the other end and lets get it up.
It wasn't really that heavy, about forty Kg I think the box said, but it would have been a struggle for just one person. She lifted her end and rested it on the roof,
"Right," she said, " you lift and push, it should slide on the quilt and then I can tie it down." It went as she said, and the box was on her roof, slightly overhanging her windscreen and the back. She spent ages tying it on making sure it couldn't slide back or forwards, and that meant having the back windows open and the string going through them too.
"Sorry love, it'll be a bit windy going home." She wasn't wrong, but at least it meant she didn't talk as much on the way back. She drove backwards onto her drive and then it was time to unload. "It'll take me a few minutes to untie everything, if you need the loo or anything, just carry on."
Well, I didn't so I just hovered and watched her as she simply cut away all the string. No reuse and recycle for her, cut it up and bin it. I again took the back end and walked backwards pulling it with me until it was nearly off, then Sandra took the weight, and we went indoors with it. "Just let's leave it here a minute whilst I lock the car." She went back out and presumably tidied away the quilt and locked the car.
"Shall we carry it up love?" She said when she got back.
"Why don't we unpack it down here Sandra? It will mean more trips upstairs, but everything will be lighter."
After we had made numerous trips upstairs with the individual pieces and placed them around the edge of the bedroom it was going into, a spare room I guessed, she started looking through the instructions. "Right, this looks straightforward. If you could stay for a bit and help with lifting and stuff, I would really appreciate it."
She started, with one side which I held whilst she added pieces to it. As she bent forward to do the fixing, I could not help but see up her skirt. At first, I thought she wasn't wearing any panties, then, from another angle, I could see she was wearing a very thin blue thong made from a silky fabric. It hardly covered her fanny, and as she moved it looked like her fanny was chewing a toffee. It was mesmerising, and I couldn't hardly take my eyes off it.
Her fanny looked plump and stretched what little fabric there was, and the thin strap to the waist really didn't cover her bum at all. As she moved around attaching more and more parts together, I kept 'moving out of the way', but in reality, I always seemed to find a good vantage point to watch her chewing fanny. Eventually it was complete and between us we stood it up and pushed it back to the wall.
"Excellent Natalie, thank you, I can do the rest myself. Now, did you enjoy the view?"
Oh crumbs, perhaps I wasn't as discrete as I thought, no point in hiding it. "Of course, what was not to enjoy?" Brazen it out I thought.
"Come with me if you want a closer look," and she walked out of that room into what I assumed was her main bedroom. Cream furnishings, mirror wardrobes all along the opposite wall and vertical blinds over the window. She sat on the bed and lay back, her legs apart and her feet on the carpet. "There you are, you can get as close as you like."
I went up and knelt between her legs. Her thong was silky and a pale blue colour and lay over her fanny. I guessed it was probably real silk and there was no stretch to fit, it just lay atop. I leaned in and breathed in her aroma. No unpleasant smells, just the pleasant musky smell of a woman, warming to the nose. I blew slightly and the fabric lifted giving a wonderful glimpse of her treasure.
"Pull them down if you like" she said.
Needing no further encouragement, I moved back a little and slipped a hand into the waist band at each side and slowly pulled the thong down, easing it off one leg, leaving it dangling from the other ankle. Her fanny was quite a sight. Her outer fanny lips were fat and full, a small triangle of blond hair above, but none around her fanny. Her inner fanny lips were also full, and they stuck up for the whole length of her fanny crease, and just at the top was the little bump of her clitoris sticking out further.
She opened her legs again and her lips unfurled like a morning heart shaped flower, her fanny valley glistening and her entrance open and welcoming. I leant forward and ran my nose the whole length of her sex just a hair above, not touching just inhaling. My tongue dabbed and just lightly tasted her clitoris, and as I did so, her breath held, and her hips rotated a little thrusting her fanny into my face. I sucked at her clitoris, and she started panting a little. I lifted my hand and put two fingers at her opening and pushed them in, wiggling, opening, rocking.
"Oh shit, you've done this before," she said as I finger shagged and clitty licked her.
"I would have invited you around before had I known." Her breaths were stilted, and she seemed to lighten on the bed, raising herself as my fingering and licking became more insistent, more pressured. Her fanny pulsed around my fingers, and I withdrew my fingers nearly all the way, and then rapidly pushed them back in, my face pressing hard on her clitoris, and her orgasm exploded through her, my fingers squeezed tight inside her and she fell back to the bed.
She lay there just gasping and looking down at my face wet with her juices as I smiled and licked my lips dry. "Fuck girl," she said, you sure know your way to a girl's heart."
"Not really Sandra, you are the first woman I have been with." Now this was strictly true, Ash and Bren were still, like me, girls. But, well, no one needs to know that.
"My god, you are a natural."
"Well I just did what I imagined I would like done to me."
"You have one hell of an imagination then Natalie. Would you care for me to reciprocate?"
"Can we another time Sandra, only I have got some things I need to do. I have enjoyed spending this time with you, but I have things I need to do next door."
"Okay, although, having seen glimpses of your pretty fanny through your panties, I must say I would have loved a taste of your delights."
"Mmm, sounds divine, perhaps next time we can do each other at the same time?"
"Oh, a sixty nine, that's a date."
It wasn't that I didn't fancy it, it's just that, to be honest I was in the mood more for a cock than just a tongue, and I hoped Jase was free. If not I might have to go and find mum's toy.
As I sat in the kitchen drinking a cup of coffee, I wondered whether Sandra, as a more experienced woman, could offer more than I had experienced with Ash or Bren. I did not realise before today that she liked women and girls, and it made no difference to me any way. I was about to ring Jase and see if he was around when dad walked in.
"Oh hello sweetheart, wasn't expecting to see you, thought you would be helping Mrs Wilson today."
"Oh hi dad, yeah not long finished, it was just a trip to Ikea and a quick wardrobe assembly in her spare room, I just held stuff and passed it to her. Job done, I came home."
"My lucky day then, I've got about forty minutes spare."
