words: Kellie Hill

A new house brings new experiences

Looking around at the damp bathroom, Tamara congratulated herself on persuading Justin to get rid of this dirty old house as quickly as possible. Justin’s grandfather hadn’t had much when he died, but he had left his house to his favourite grandson.

Tying her long dark hair at the nape of her neck, Tamara began the arduous task of cleaning up the house. It had been a difficult decision for Justin to sell. He had wanted them to live there, but Tamara had other ideas. With the money that they made from the sale they would be able to afford one of the new apartments being built on the other side of town.

Tamara had fallen in love with the apartment with the huge corner bath, and she knew exactly how to make Justin change his mind. Taking him to see the show apartment one quiet evening when no one else was around, she’d pulled him straight into the spacious bathroom and locked the door. She’d spent a whole hour showing him exactly what they could do every day if they lived there. Justin had phoned the estate agent to put the house on the market the next day.

Suddenly Tamara felt the bed move as someone sat down next to her; her eyes flew open and she found herself looking into the deep brown gaze of a naked woman, watching her with interest. “Who the hell are you?” Tamara asked as she covered her nakedness with her hands.

It took Tamara most of the day to get through the top floors. Although Justin’s grandfather hadn’t left the house in his last few years, cleaning had obviously not been at the top of his to do list. Everything had been covered in a thick layer of dust and even the walls smelled of neglect. By the time she reached the main bedroom, Tamara was exhausted.

Opening the door, Tamara gasped. Although the rest of the house was dirty and uncared for, this bedroom was sumptuous. With heavy velvet fabrics on the bed and satin cushions strewn carelessly yet artfully around, the room had an air of Eastern eroticism. The air was fragranced with a heady perfume that made Tamara feel giddy. The bed looked so inviting that she decided to rest before continuing.

Slipping out of her clothes, Tamara nestled in the bed and began to drift off to sleep. She was nearly there when she felt the bedcovers slide slowly down her body, exposing her nakedness. Tamara sat up with a start. “Justin?” she called. “Is that you?” She looked around the room but it was empty. Pulling the covers back over herself, Tamara lay down, enjoying the luxurious feel of the velvet and satin that brushed seductively against her naked body. She let her hand travel under the covers to rest against her thigh, her thumb gently grazing her clitoris, sending an electric shock of sexual excitement coursing around her body. She kicked off the covers and began to caress her breasts.
The air seemed thick with the smell of perfume again, but instead of making Tamara feel giddy, now it filled her with a feeling of sexual excitement. Spreading her thighs wide apart, she quickly let her hand wander further down through the curls of her pubic hair until she reached her engorged clitoris, which she circled gently before plunging a finger deep inside herself.

Tamara arched her back with pleasure as the smell of her body mixed with the aromas of sandalwood and jasmine, arousing her even further. Closing her eyes, she raked her nails gently across her breasts and down her taut stomach, sending ripples of pleasure through her body. She was close to climax, and urged her body to its natural conclusion.

Suddenly Tamara felt the bed move as someone sat down next to her; her eyes flew open and she found herself looking into the deep brown gaze of a naked woman, watching her with interest. “Who the hell are you?” Tamara asked as she covered her nakedness with her hands. The woman on the edge of the bed smiled but didn’t utter a word. “What are you doing here?” continued Tamara. “This is my boyfriend’s house, he’ll be here soon.”

The mysterious stranger let her eyes travel over Tamara’s body with obvious sexual interest. Tamara felt herself react involuntarily. Her nipples tightened and wetness began to gather between her legs. She stared at the other woman and reached out to beckon her closer. Teasingly, the woman moved back out of Tamara’s reach. Tamara was intoxicated with lust. The perfume coming in waves from the woman’s body was driving her wild with desire. Once again Tamara grabbed for the woman’s hand to pull her close, and once more the other woman danced out of reach. Tamara looked closely at the woman and finally realised why she kept moving away.

Her edges shimmered in the light, and Tamara could see the shape of the door through her naked body. Strangely Tamara felt no fear; she was still aroused by the exotic woman who she could see through. “You’re a spirit,” she stated calmly. The woman smiled and nodded in agreement as she moved closer to Tamara.

As Tamara watched in amazement the woman started to become solid. She flinched in anticipation as the woman reached out her hand to touch her. The woman’s soft cold hand connected with Tamara’s hot damp skin, making Tamara inhale quickly. Tamara could feel everything that the exotic woman was trying to explain to her. “You’re part of the house, aren’t you?” she asked. Once again the woman smiled as she pushed Tamara’s thighs wide apart and lowered her head to her clitoris, lapping gently with her soft tongue until she heard Tamara moan with arousal.

Tamara lay with her eyes closed, her fingers tangled in the other woman’s hair, keeping her tongue where she needed it most. She could feel the other woman in her head explaining who she was. “Anya?” breathed Tamara “Your name is Anya, isn’t it?” She felt Anya nod her head in agreement, her teeth grazing gently against Tamara’s clitoris once more before she raised her head and began to kiss higher up Tamara’s body, concentrating on her breasts before she straddled her body, letting her pelvis bump gently against Tamara’s.

Tamara began to stroke Anya’s sensuous curves, her body responding as she felt the other woman’s excitement growing. They kissed gently before plunging into each other’s mouths as if trying to possess each other. Anya scissored her legs around one of Tamara’s slim athletic hips and began to rub her pelvis hard against her. Tamara pulled the other woman’s hair back tenderly, exposing her throat so that she could kiss it softly. Both women writhed around the bed, the satin sheets beneath them bunching and twisting as they touched and caressed each other. Their damp bodies stuck together as they continued to make love to each other with their hands and mouths until they were satisfied.

Tamara lay back on the bed, her breath coming in short pants. She turned to Anya. “So you are part of this house?” she asked. “I see why Justin’s grandfather never left.” Anya smiled, but her eyes were sad. “You’ve been lonely here without him, haven’t you?” continued Tamara. Anya nodded and ran her hand over Tamara’s naked behind, feeling the delicious curves quiver with excitement once more. “It’s what you’re here for, isn’t it?” Tamara said, finally understanding Anya’s role in the house. “Sexual pleasure is what you are.”

Tamara rolled once more onto her back and let Anya continue her caresses. Anya’s touch was warm, as if she was complete now she had someone to pleasure. Tamara enjoyed the feel of her hands on her silky skin. “Don’t worry about it, Anya,” she told the other woman as she began to stroke her quivering thighs, “you aren’t going to be alone now. I just need to do some work on my boyfriend.”

Tamara wasn’t sure how she’d explain why she had changed her mind about selling his grandfather’s old house, but she knew that she wasn’t going to be able to leave Anya now that she had tasted the delights of her body. Perhaps, mused Tamara, it would just be easier to show him. Once he had experienced Anya for himself, Tamara was sure he’d never want to leave house either.