Thursday 15 June 2017

Downshire Diary – (81) An Innocent Voyeur

It was a hot sultry summer afternoon in the sleepy hamlet of Kingfisherbridge which sat quietly between Purplemere and Sharpington nestled comfortably on the edge of the Pepperstock Hills, only a few miles from Purplemere, and only that morning 20 year old Cressida Denby had returned to her home.
Although she had actually left University a month earlier and she had spent that month with her mother and stepfather in Childean.
She was supposed to be there for another two days but her stepfather Graham had begun to get on her nerves, not that she disliked him or anything like that, he was harmless enough he was just a bit of a fusser and she didn’t like to be fussed over.
So Cressie, as she was known to everyone, had left early and was sitting in a quiet corner of the garden, in a shady and secluded spot.
She preferred the shade and couldn’t abide the sun, and it wasn’t overly fond of her.
She had pale ginger hair and fair delicate skin to accompany it, so she could either keep herself covered up or stay in the shade.
So she was laying on a picnic blanket in a bikini, hidden from view and lost in solitary thought.
Cressie had been out in the garden for a little under an hour when she noticed her stepmother Carole walk slowly across the lawn from the house, she liked Carole and she had liked her from the very beginning, she was younger than her dad but 15 years older than Cressie and she had been her step mother for five years.
It was a very large garden with trees and shrubbery in abundance on three sides and a huge lawn in the centre where Carole spread out her blanket.
The garden being very private, and with her husband away on business and Cressie not due back until the weekend, Carole thought she was alone.
Cressida was about to shout “hello” but stopped herself when Carole slipped off her dress to stand naked on the lawn, with arms stretched above her head like a goddess and then she pirouetted like a ballerina, showing her magnificent well-toned and well-tanned body to the birds and the bee’s in her secluded surroundings.
Carole was a tall willowy woman with long legs and lithe limbs, and perfectly proportioned as she continued to dance, celebrating her nakedness and offering herself to the sun.
Carole suddenly stopped her homage to Terpsichore and laughed as she ran her finger through her vibrant brunette hair, then she lay down on the blanket.

Cressie was again about to speak and make her presence known, but found herself unable, or unwilling, as she was mesmerized by the tableaux that lay before her.
Which surprised her greatly, not being so inclined, not being of that persuasion, not being a disciple of Sappho.
“What harm can it do?” she thought to herself, to look on with no fear of discovery.
Cressida was a reluctant voyeur but the opportunity presented itself and so she took it.
Where, was the harm in watching a beautiful woman sunbathe naked, it didn’t mean anything, did it?
She found that she couldn’t take her eyes off of her stepmother’s nakedness but wasn’t sure how she was going to get herself out of the predicament she had got herself into.
So she decided to just sit tight and wait for Carole to go inside the house however while she was sitting in the shadows she was joined by her nemesis, the common or garden wasp, and she yelped when it settled on her thigh.
Carole glanced over in her direction and their eyes met and she smiled while Cressie blushed.
She sat up and beckoned to Cressida in a wordless invitation to join her.
Cressida arose from her place of hiding and her legs felt weak as she walked tentatively to join her step mum and Carole was standing by the time Cressie reached her.
She was about to speak, to apologize for spying on her, for intruding on her privacy and for enjoying her nakedness, but Carole put a finger to her stepdaughters’ lips to silence her.
Carole’s hand then caressed Cressie’s cheek and ran her slender fingers through her fine Reddish Blonde hair and pulled her head towards her, and kissed her.
Cressida had never been kissed by a woman before and her first thought was to back away, but she couldn’t move, so as Carole’s lips grew closer she opened her mouth and for the first time Cressie enjoyed Sappho’s sweet kiss.
It was a kiss like no other kiss she had ever had, her boyfriend David never kissed her like that, and he had never made her knees go weak.
There were still no words between them only smiles when the kiss ended and offered no resistance when Carole took hold of her hands and guided her onto the blanket.
“I’m not a lesbian” Cressie said
“Neither am I sweetie” she replied as she laid her down and kissed her

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