“You have to know though”—Evelyn was quite embarrassed now—“I’ve never…I mean, I don’t know what to do.” She looked down, only to find Jos’s fingers under her chin raising her face again.
“Evie, there’s not a certain formula. I want to be with you. It doesn’t matter what we do. You do what you feel.” Jos paused, then grinned, a gesture that released the tension between them. “Although there are a few tricks I can demonstrate…”
Evelyn laughed with her, intrigued, almost unable to believe this was happening to her, that she could be so fortunate as to be here, with Jos.
“Can I take you to my bed now, Evie?” Jos asked. She was still holding Evelyn, who felt another surge of heat on hearing that question.
“Yes,” she whispered. Jos took her hand and led her to a door on the far side of the sitting room. She opened it and turned on a lamp inside the door, to reveal a large bedstead with a brass frame, draped in a pale green bedspread. The room was fairly plain, with dark wood furniture and rugs covering the floorboards. Jos closed the bedroom door behind them and Evelyn felt perfectly safe in the small, intimate room with Jos.
Unsure what to do, Evelyn stood just inside the door. Jos came to stand behind her and reached up, massaging her shoulders gently. Evelyn relaxed at her touch. Then she felt Jos’s lips on the soft skin at the back of her neck and her knees felt weak. Jos unfastened the button that secured the top of Evelyn’s dress, at the back of the collar, and moved her kisses into the small triangle of exposed skin. Evelyn gasped at the intimacy of the touch, as Jos’s hands came up to her hips, stroking the curve of her waist.
Evelyn turned to face Jos and leaned in for another kiss. Kissing Jos was such a pleasure, it was difficult to stop, until Jos took a step back. “Have a seat,” she said, softly. Evelyn did as she was told and perched on the edge of the firm mattress.
Smiling, Jos began to unfasten the necktie she’d added to her outfit before they’d visited Clara and Courtney. She removed it quickly and then her fingers went to the buttons of her shirt. One by one, she opened them. Evelyn watched in awe, fascinated and compelled, as Jos revealed more of herself. Underneath the shirt, Jos wore a strip of fabric bound around her breasts, clearly with the intention of flattening them to her chest. Now, she loosened the pin at the side and unwound it carefully until her small rounded breasts were naked, pink nipples erect in the cool air.
Evelyn felt her chest tighten at such an intimate view of Jos’s body. And now she did not want to be just a spectator. She was on her feet, helping Jos with the fastening of her trousers, her fingers fumbling but eager. Jos slid the trousers down her legs and removed them, taking socks and shoes with them and throwing the lot into a crumpled heap at the side of the room. Only her underwear remained. Evelyn stood back again, suddenly shy, allowing Jos to remove the last of her garments until she was entirely naked. Her skin was olive and smooth, with few imperfections except for a few faded scars on one of her legs. Her hips curved more than Evelyn expected. Evelyn’s eyes were drawn to the triangle of dark hair at the top of her thighs. Jos seemed happy to let her look.
Without her clothes, Jos did not look vulnerable, just alluring. Her stance was one of confidence, of sensual energy and power. Evelyn wanted to touch her, to share that power. To see Jos like this, stripped of everything false, was moving in a way she had not expected.
Evelyn felt rather overdressed herself now. However shy she was, however dubious she could exude the same raw power as Jos, she wanted to join her in the intimacy. She began to fumble with the fastenings of her dress.
Jos came towards her. “Let me help.”
It was Jos’s hands that unfastened buttons and helped her from her dress, then her chemise and petticoat. In her girdle and stockings, nothing else, she felt exposed, crossing her arms over her chest, as the air on her skin made it clear just how naked she was. But Jos was understanding. She stood back and gazed at Evelyn, making no secret of her eyes exploring Evelyn’s body.
“You’re beautiful, Evie. A beautiful woman.” She took Evelyn’s hands gently and pulled them away from her body, dropping her eyes only briefly. “All of you.” She leaned in to kiss Evelyn again.
Evelyn felt the press of her own skin against Jos’s body, and the fire, briefly dampened by her shyness, rekindled. Now she wanted rid of the girdle and stockings, and pulled at them hurriedly, managing to put her finger through one of the stockings in the process. She did not care. In moments she was as naked as Jos and hungry for more kisses. This time, as they kissed, she could feel Jos’s nakedness against the whole length of her body. Breasts crushed against breasts, hot skin caressed and pressed, and she felt the tickle of that thick hair against her thigh.
Still locked in an embrace, Jos urged her towards the bed again. Together they fell onto it. Jos’s hand crept over Evelyn’s body now, stroking her neck, the valley between her breasts, down over her stomach and thighs, and back to caress her breast softly. Evelyn gasped and arched her back, feelings more intense than any she’d ever known filling her every cell. She felt awash with emotions she could not explain, only wanted more of Jos’s touch, felt a burning urge to be touched in places she’d never thought she’d want anyone to touch her.
Jos sat back, contemplating Evelyn lying on the bedspread. Under her gaze, Evelyn
