If These Walls Could Talk

Chelsea had invited Venessa home for the holiday. Chelsea and Venessa had only been roomates for this first Semester at University so Venessa was flattered to be invited to Chelsea's family estate for the long weekend. The drive into the country was as relaxing as it was beautiful. It was fall and the English countryside was lush and an absolute painter's vision in splendid hues. Arriving at the manor of the estate, Chelsea was surprised to learn her parents had decided to go to Switzerland and the house staff had been given the week off as noted in a brief note left on the cradenza in the entry hall. "Typical," jeered Chelsea, "I'm always the last to learn anything." Her parents had sent her to boarding school as soon as she was old enough which just reinforced her impression that she was some kind of inconvenience. Venessa assumed this is why they had hit it off so well despite Chelsea's wealthy upbringing and Venessa's comparably humble circumstances. "Looks like we're fending for ourselves", said Chelsea. Heading to the kitchen they were relieved to find a fully stocked fridge and pantry. "First things first - we need to get the heat turned up a bit. Then I'll give you the two-pence tour." _________________________________________ Venessa was having trouble getting to sleep in the enormous room and decided to explore some of the secret passages Chelsea had showed her earlier. Figuring the corridors would be a little chilly just to wear her silky babydoll top and bottom, she pulled her robe around

her shoulders and grabbed a flashlight. Chelsea had shared a little of the manor's past and some of the scandalous activities which had transpired in the very corridors she was now quietly moving through. The floor was surprisingly quite given the manor's 300-year history. According to Chelsea, most of the bedrooms were connected. There were also passages to the drawing room, library and even to the former servant's quarters and stables. As Venessa navigated the corridors her flashlight began to fade. She noticed dim beam of light ahead and decided to head towards it since she had no idea how far back the last exit was and how long her flashlight would last. As she approached the thin beam of light she paused before pressing the lever which would open the hidden access. She noticed there was some kind of eyehole through which to assess the situation in the room before barging in. She could here movement on the other side of the wall and figured it was Chelsea, but didn't want to startle her by just appearing in the room - especially since Chelsea had no idea she had been exploring. She couldn't readily see Chelsea so she tried to get a better view. The fireplace was lit supplying the only real light in the vast bedchamber. It was then she finally noticed Chelsea gliding across the room in heeled slippers and a silk chemise over her silk and lace teddy that virtually disappeared when backlit by the fireplace - clearly outlining Chelsea's slender figure. Venessa had always been impressed by Chelsea's figure. When Cricket practice was over and the would shower off afterwards, she almost couldn't keep herself from staring at Chelsea's body as the water flowed over her gentle curves. Even now she could hardly get the image of her beautiful body out of her mind as she enjoyed this completely hidden vantage point. She watched as Chelsea stood in front of the mirror observing herself. She stood facing the mirror lifting up her golden tresses and turning her face one

way and then the other and giving imaginary kisses to the person staring back from the mirror. She turned around and pulling the chemise out of the way, she looked at her buttocks and how the lace of her teddy gently traced the curve of her hip. Straightening her back and arching just a little she was obviously pleased with her figure. So was Venessa. Chelsea removed her slippers and chemise and pulled back the covers of the enormous canopy bed. She propped up some pillows and took the glass of wine she had set next to the bed and sipped. As Venessa watched her taste the wine, she noticed Chelsea's other hand come up to her throat and lightly begin tracing her neck. Her hand traveled a little lower to her breasts. Her breasts were wonderfully shaped - somewhat small, but perfectly full and high. Her hand slowly continued down from her breasts across her torso to a slowly rising leg. Venessa was hypnotized by the slow, deliberate movements; the rising of the wine glass to ruby lips and back down. The subtle movements of the other hand as though it belonged to some invisible sutor as it traveled across Chelsea's bodyscape. Sitting in the dark watching, Venessa could feel her pulse quickening and the hair standing up on her arm not from cold, but from some mysterious electricity. A warmth was growing deep in her loins as Chelsea set the empty glass down and was now letting both of her hands roam across the hills and valleys of her body. She loosened the little ribbon that held the top of her teddy closed. Gently pushing the top open to expose her breasts, she could watch herself in the mirror as her nipples beckoned for attention. She took some lotion and put a little dob on each nipple and slowly began massaging it in. At first, her movements were very slow and gentle, but Venessa watched as she began rubbing more vigorously pinching and pulling at her nipples as little moans began to escape her open lips. She watched her throw her head back, arching her back and opening her legs wider for her invisible lover. Her hands left her

nipples and migrated south to the moist destination below. Venessa could see how wet Chelsea's teddy had become between her spread legs. She moved the lacy barrier aside to expose her swollen sex. She began to slowly rub the glistening folds of flesh, gradually increasing her pace. At the apex of the folds a tiny appendage began to show itself. Chelsea squeezed more lotion onto her fingertips and began circling the little nub more vigorously. Her legs hung in suspension as she began to probe her fingers into her waiting sex. Her right hand went between her legs and continued fingering all around and inside her sex. Her left hand slipped beneath her left leg to find that second, tighter orifice. She slid her middle finger in and out in rhythm with her right hand's activity. Venessa's gaze was transfixed on her friend's face and body as she continued to pleasure her self. Lost in this voyeuristic Utopia, she hardly even realized her own hand kneading her rapidly moistening sex. She felt as though she would burst in flame if she couldn't cum soon. It was then she lost her balance, and with a very audible "thump" steadied herself against the inside wall of the corridor. Chelsea's sex-trance was broken as she quickly sat up asking, "Who's there?" Venessa held her breath not wanting to acknowledge her voyeuristic adventure. "I know it's you, Venessa, you might as well come out." Venessa pushed the panel open to see Chelsea sitting up in her bed clutching her chemise over herself. Still gathering her composure, Chelsea asked, "What are you doing in there?"

"I couldn't sleep and just wanted to go exploring a little in the secret corridors, but my flashlight was giving out." "How long have you been behind there?" Venessa didn't want to answer. "How long?!" Chelsea asked growing a little irritated. "Long enough." Both were silent for a moment. Chelsea calmed down and with a wry smile asked, "Did you get your fill?" Venessa shyly smiled back and said, "almost." "Come here." said Chelsea. Venessa walked over to the side of the bed. Chelsea let her chemise fall from her breasts and told Venessa to come closer. She could see the dark wetness between Venessa's thighs and reached out to touch the moistened material. "Seems more than just 'Almost'." "Did you cum while you were watching me?" "I was about to when I lost my balance. I think you were cumming when I startled you." "I was in the middle of a delicious orgasm when you barged in."

"So now what?" asked Venessa. "Well, I'm still horny and I think you owe me one. Now you have to pay the penalty and do exactly as I say." Chelsea instructed Venessa to remove her open robe and let it drop to the floor. "Now, since you have been getting off on watching me for who-knowshow-long, I think turnabout is fair play. Go sit over in that chair that 's facing the mirror." "Pull off your panties and toss them to me." Venessa slid the damp underwear down her long legs and tossed them to Chelsea. Chelsea brought them to her nose and sniffed the wet crotch of the lacy panties. "Delicious!" she said. "Now, facing the mirror, spread your legs and begin touching yourself with your left hand. That's it. Lick your fingers for me. Now, take your right hand and begin fondling your breasts. MMmmm. That's nice. Now, take off your top. Oooo. Looks like someone is getting nipply. Pinch them. Roll them between your thumb and fore-finger. Now keep playing with your breasts with your left hand and send your right hand back down and spread those lips for me. I wanna see that rosey flesh down there. That's very nice!" Chelsea began slowly stroking herself as she continued instructing Venessa.

"Now, lift your left leg over the arm of the chair, get your middle finger wet with your pussy and reach down and insert your middle finger into your ass and very slowly begin moving it in and out. Does it feel good?" Venessa - eyes closed and mouth slightly open - could only nod "yes". "Now, take your other hand and begin fingering your sweet pussy. I want us to cum together, so let me know when you get close to cumming." Venessa was rocking her hips in the chair against her fingers and watching herself in the mirror as Chelsea sat on the bed, legs spread wide, feverishly fingering her sex. Both girls were now watching each other's fingers sliding in and out of glistening holes as they began approaching their climax. Heavy breathing and slow moans were the only soundtrack until they both squealed with mutual orgasms. Pausing only briefly, Chelsea beckoned for Venessa to join her on the bed. She told her to sit facing her. She then slid Venessa's left leg over her right and her right leg under Venessa's left. Scooting closer, their labia finally kissed. Slowly, Chelsea began grinding her sex against Venessa's. Venessa could feel Chelsea's hardened clitoris brushing against and stimulating her own. She began rolling her hips as well until they found a rhythm. The pace began to build as their skin now sparkled in the firelight with tiny pearls of perspiration. Faster and faster they moved - their hips brushing their wet lips against each other - clit toying with clit. Now Chelsea was beginning to ram her sex against Venessa's. The sensations were electrifying.

The whole bed was shaking with their vigor as they rammed and slid their moistened pelvises against each other again and again. Feeling each other's body tensing for a sensual explosion they both screamed out as their bodies rocked with wave after pulsating wave of orgasmic climax. Untwining their legs, they took turns tasting each other's sensual nectar, kissing and stroking each other's bodies until they fell asleep drunk on pleasure. _________________________________________