Hey, here's part 3, sorry took long work and all, hope you enjoy, again normal grammar disclaimer lol, hope it reads well. Thank you for the feedback and kind words too, take care.
Pictures of a Polaroid's Past (Cont. Part 3)
The frustratingly well timed doorbell that sent Karen into whirlwind of activity happened to be her neighbor, in all the excitement of the morning she had momentarily forgotten they had arranged for a jog. Not wanting to look rude or more importantly become fodder for the gossip queens of the cul-de-sac Karen bluffed her way through questions about her sweaty face and lack of breath, blaming them on a pre workout spin to warm up her muscles. Inviting her friend in Karen finished getting into her running outfit, donning a dark navy sports-bra to go with her black shorts. She shot off a quick apology to Brooke for her sudden departure from their call, offering to mail her the box of photos if Brooke sent her an address and finished getting dressed before setting out with her neighbor. All her stifled energy quickly found an outlet while she regained her composure and tried to wrap her head around what had just happened. No sooner had she really started focusing on her run did she feel her phone vibrate twice in rapid succession. Karen's legs began spinning quicker, slapping her sneakers against the asphault as the pull of the text message motivated to finish the run. Her neighbor found herself already struggling to keep up, but now Karen had all but succeeded in disappearing out of view. Rounding a corner she stopped for a moment and unzipped her arm-band cell-phone carrier, pulling her phone out anxiously and scrolling through messages before almost squealing in delight.
The first message was simply Brooke replying that she understood how hectic life could be and not to worry about having to end their phone call, followed by her address and a promise to reimburse Karen any shipping charges. This, of course was not the message that made Karen nearly jump out of her running shoes in delight. The second only included one sentence:
"Of course if I could tempt you to deliver them yourself".
The picture below said everything else that needed to be said, actually to Karen rather it screamed them. Backlit by the late morning sun the silhouette of a Brooke's side profile posed as she sat, her head tossed back and her arms raised up pushing her hands through her hair in what Karen could only describe as the culmination of the "Flashdance". Hidden mostly in shadow the picture obscured any of the serious detail of Brooke's figure while outlining her curves beautifully. Karen studied her phone's screen carefully, hungrily staring at the thick outline of Brooke's thigh as it stretched out across the screen. Her eyes traveled up to the swell of Brooke's bicep, the muscle looking like a small mountain with the sun rising from behind. Even without the benefit of a clear looks at Brooke's body Karen could tell she had kept up with her age, and from the way Brooke's breasts hung she could also tell nature had been kind to her as well though Karen thought it could have been the pose. So lost in the piece of digital art was she, Karen nearly didn't notice her freind coming up from behind. Blacking her phone screen out quickly she spin around with a cheery face as her freind slowed to a stop bending over and grasping her knees huffing in air deeply:
"Geez Karen...huhhh...huhh...where did....that come from...huh...huh...?", she wheezed. Karen shrugged:
"Hell if I know...but I'll be sure to find out.", Karen laughed a little, leaving her re-couperating freind to stare quizically as she ran off.
***
Brooke Schultz awoke the monday morning and started about tidying up the house and getting ready for the day. It wasn't until neat noon that she noticed the Fed-Ex envelope sitting outside on her porch. She immediately knew from whom it was from but after stepping outside and lifting it she noted it felt very light to be a shoe-box full of pictures. Coming back into the house she smiled at her husband; Tim, who buzzed through the room before heading off to undoubtedly tinker with some appliance he had determined was broken before she turned her attention back to the flat envelope. Juggling it in her hands for a moment she ripped off the band that sealed the top and popped it open before stopping dead in her tracks. Inside, poking out from between a piece of paper was a balled up pair of deep burgundy lace panties. Reaching in she grabbed both items, unfolding the paper and reading the words silently to herself as a wide smile developed on her face:
"Breathe deep and get used to it bitch, see you soon!", was scrawled neatly across the page in cursive. Shrugging she followed the instructions, and inhaled deeply as the aroma elicited a satisfied purr of contentment Brooke collapsed onto a love seat and let her mind drift away.
***
Karen started the week with a showing, though if she was honest she would confess to being all but completely absent during the walk-through. She was sure she would have heard from Brooke last night. She could see from the tracking number on the package delivery website that her package had been delivered yesterday morning but to her surprise there was no response from the woman who had infested her mind all of last night. She also owed her lack of enthusiasm to fatigue brought on from continuing her own little exercise after her jog the previous morning, reliving the conversation and vicariously placing herself in all kinds of battles with different women from her life. A door had been opened in her mind somewhere, one that Brooke had helped her grasp and pull the handle to but now it seemed she herself may have to make the rest of the journey.
All through the morning she would feel her phone vibrate, her anticipation rising only to be disappointed each time she checked the scream. Until finally, mid-conversation she saw the up to recently unknown number appear over the words "video message". Smiling she and slipped the phone back in her pocket and continued her sale with renewed vigor, actually wrapping things up with a stellar presentation of the backyard that made have convinced the couple to make a purchase. Currently preoccupied she glad-handed her way through the couple's exit and quickly made her way back into the house barely getting the door closed before she ripped her phone from her jacket pocket. Opening the message the video absorbed the screen and Brooke's face was suddenly smiling at her before coming alive:
"Hey Sweetie....these....," she started before backing away from the screen her nude shoulders and breasts appearing first before her hips and legs came into view. Wrapped around her waist hugging her body tightly were Karen's dark colored panties, the bikini cut now stretched by the older woman's frame giving them the appearance of a French cut thong. Looking down the woman on the screen swayed her hips a little as she grabbed the straps of the underwear stretching them. The wine hued lace and mesh did little to hide the pair of thick pussylips behind them, or the light colored bush which surrounded them. Twirling she bent at the knees a little, pressing her wide but well toned butt towards the screen:
"...are perfect. ", she continued as she twirled again to face the camera.
Karen slowly stepped through the living room enthralled with what she was seeing on the phone screen and eased down on the show couch she had placed there for open houses. Brooke's body and face pressed towards the screen again and Karen was struck but just how well Brooke had aged, at forty-seven she easily could have been taken for someone just a few years older than herself rather than nearly fifteen. Her skin was near perfect California bronze color that seemed defy time with it's lack of wrinkles, and the though Karen could see the slightest hints of greys in the woman's shimmery blonde hair Brooke wore it them with an allure that only added to her beauty. Two heavy breasts dangled from her chest, topped by dark brown nipples that showed off just how much she actually did love her new gift. Dangling off her chest the two mounds barely sagged, Brooke reached down as she closed in for the camera and shook her left breast violently from the base showing off the mound of flesh's girth and weight:
"...But...by the look of your waist I doubt we'd be trading bras...," the voice of the phone's speaker said with a crackling giggle as the breast took up the entirety of the screen, the nipple seeming to point at Karen in derision. Backing away again Brooke's whole body again came back into the screen to Karen's delight as the older woman reached her right hand down, rubbing the crotch of her underwear as tossed her hair.
"...I've been wearing them all night...", Brooke said cocking her hips to the left as her fingers flick the bands that made up one side of the small triangle of lace obscuring her sex:
"...I can't even smell you there anymore...", Brooke's free hand shot up into her haIr shoving it back and out of her face as she accentuated her pose by pressing her butt and hamstrings back even further, her upper body swinging downwards in a classic stripper move. Karen felt her blood boil when she heard Brooke say those words but she was too entranced by the message she was watching to examine the feeling. Brooke's body again closed in, her hips and crotch now taking up the bulk of Karen's view. Brooke's fingers gently strummed against the thin band of fabric there; bringing Karen to a few quick breaths in, before finally pulling the lace aside and allowing her pussy to be seen. Karen nearly growled out loud as she examined the pair of deep purple colored lips Brooke rubbed lightly, dipping the tip of her middle finger between them.
"...and she's hungry sweetie...", Brooke's voice continued from off-screen. Her middle and index finger soon splitting her labia and allowing the briefest of views into the bright pink behind the folds.
"...When you coming to dinner?", she finished before the video started over.
***
Karen spent more time in the house she had for sale then she would have liked to admit to any of her colleagues, but at least finally the show couch she had to buy was getting used for something. Re-grouping she made the short trip home and considered her options. All of this was rather crazy, but being adventurous Karen had tried many interesting things in her life and found that being open-minded offered greater rewards than being afraid. She found Brooke very easy to talk to and to be honest something about the woman reminded her of her favorite aunt. This brought up some rather amusingly conflicted emotions about the way her body responded to Brooke's but again Karen always had been open-minded. As she pulled into her driveway she made the final decision on something she had already set her mind to, she was going to have to meet Brooke Schultz.
Stepping inside she put down her things and checked the mail, running through the monotonous tasks as quickly as possible before dialing Brooke's number and taking a seat on her couch. After trying twice and getting sent to voicemail fairly quickly she received a text message asking her if she used Skype and if at all possible would she mind if they spoke over it later on tonight. Karen responded she did and sent back her screen-name to which Brooke replied they would talk in just a short while.
Karen set up her lap-top and was about to try to find work to make the time pass by quicker but decided it was better to simply relax. Pouring herself a glass of red wine and turning on the television she lost herself in a nature documentary while drawing some very carnally intoxicating similarities between what she was seeing and the little mating dance she was presently engaged in with Brooke. Elated when finally; the familiar noise of a Skype call arose from the computer's speakers, Karen composed herself, quickly checked her hair and face in a mirror across the room before she sat back down and clicked accept on the dialog box in the center of the computer's screen.
A once again topless Brooke appeared on the screen with a bright and welcoming smile:
"Heya sweetie!"
"Hey!" Karen replied. Her eyes immediately drawn down to what little of Brooke breasts could be seen. Brooke's smile became more knowing as she giggled:
"Little overdressed maybe?".
Karen shrugged her shoulders with a smile suggesting she was considering the thought before she stepped up from the screen leaving only her denim-clad shins and knees to be seen. Brooke couldn't help but laugh at the awkward strip-tease that commenced as Karen tried to slip out of her winter boots and tight fitting jeans. Taking a few minutes she finally plopped back down onto the couch, left only in a pair of light blue thong cut cotton panties looking bashful.
Brooke quickly put the younger woman at ease complimenting her on her body which Brooke had to admit looked amazing. Karen's years of track had left her with the well-sculpted thighs and hamstrings of some mythical gazelle-human hybrid. Brooke could see their strength carrying over and up Karen's body in the girl's tight mid-section and belly, biting her lip at the though of what that meant for Karen's love-making skills. Resting atop Karen's flat belly rested two grapefruit sized breasts, obscured partially by Karen's streamlined arms. Brooke brought her thumb to her lips biting down on the digit with a alluring smirk as she had a devilish idea:
"You are gorgeous sweetie...I mean..." she started, leaning away from the camera as she allowed her breasts to fully slip into view on Karen's screen reaching up as she cupped her own cantaloupe sized tits:
"...besides missing these, you're perfect.", Brooke chided making sure to add in a friendly laugh to try and ease into what she had planned for the pair.
Karen was surprised by the unprovoked verbal attack but she covered the genuine affront she took to the comment by mocking as if she took insult with what Brooke said before joining in the laughter. Inside she actually was quite jealous of the older woman's larger breasts having always been the runner-up in many similar situations over her life, but Karen was not a foolish woman and knew very well what Brooke was doing.
"Oh, just cause I'm not dragging mine around on the ground don't think they're not big Brooke", she replied. Popping her lips to emphasize the vague insult she reached up and slid her curly strawberry locks away from her face, more for the purpose of thrusting her chest forward than anything else. Shaking her hair back out she smiled coyly at the camera enjoying the look of momentary real anger that stared back at her as Brooke sat frozen cupping her breast before speaking:
"They're still high enough off the ground to make you look like a fifth grader.", she said with a wink and returned to massaging the impressive pair. Now it was Karen's turn to stew, her eyes narrowing at the beautiful visage on the screen. Crossing her legs Karen decided to show off the parts of herself she knew were superior to Brooke's counterparts, tracing her fingers along her slightly bulging calf.
"Oh...you think that's how you'd win? Those tree trunks you call legs?...", Brooke said with a giggle. The older woman stood turning her body slowly to show off the side of her thigh and glut, still adorned in Karen's burgundy lace and started flexing the limb with two quick pops of her muscle:
"...I'm no slouch there either Karen.", her voice continued from off screen. Karen agreed in her mind, she could see from the definition in Brooke's legs that she clearly kept up some kind of serious workout regiment.
"Trunks beat sticks...sweeeetiiiee...," Karen said teasingly dragging out the last work as she herself stood, leaving only her knees and thighs visible before her butt came into view with barely anything hidden by the small frost blue thong:
"...and pretty sure these beat...", Karen's hands appeared from around behind her slim waist and cupping the bottoms of her cheeks before giving each a light slap simultaneously:
"...those.". Karen's hips bounced from left to right shaking her small but meaty buttcheeks across the screen. Brooke hated to have to admit it but as she watched the fleshy appendage sway and bounce, she was reminded of her old nemisis' and the way she always caught Tim staring at Michelle's ass when the three were together. This had created a sort of complex in Brooke in which she was always measuring herself against other woman's derrire's and striving to keep her own youthful looking and tight. So, Karen's dance became a great affront, turning Brooke's face a bright shade of red and mind clouded with anger and admittedly, lust.
Brooke slowly sat down, silently conceding the pair's contest. Karen sensed her triumph despite any admission from the older woman so she decided to pour on the embarrassment:
"Think you're hubby would like it?", she asked from off screen, popping her hips hard to the right making that buttcheek swell before turning and grasping the bands to the small thong. Pulling them tight, she stretched the cotton against her pussy before letting them snap back. Brooke huffed a small amount of air out her nose in frustration, searching for a way to change the topic. Noticing a small pink bow resting over the crotch of Karen's thong, Brooke's face lit back up:
"Awww, how cute and you wrapped it all up for him like a pretty little present you slut!", she said, adding a small chuckle. Karen's breasts and face came back into view as she dropped back down on the dark couch:
"Oh...that's for you to unwrap babe...with your tongue.," she replied with a mischievous smirk.
Karen surprised herself with the ease at which she was slipping into her new role. Here she was telling a woman she had only known for less than a week and never met that she was going to make her eat her out and the only feeling she genuinely felt was that it was all very, natural. Brooke Iin return laughed out, somewhat surprised and impressed with Karen's wordplay and smiled at the way the younger girl's posture was relaxing over the duration of their video call. If Karen wasn't sure she would be meeting Brooke on the mats before now, it was apparent Brooke's friendly goading would win her over.
Despite their near instant rapport a lull formed in the conversation and it was then they both noticed neither woman had let either of their hands slip out of other's view. It wasn't out of embarrassment as both women felt very comfortable with their bodies and despite each woman feeling as if the other had bested her in some way, she also retained an asset she felt was superior to her adversary's. Karen wondered if wasn't politeness that had restrained both women but Brooke knew far better. She knew to relent and reach for her crotch or if Karen did meant one thing, the other woman had made you do it and that was a very powerful edge in a psychological contest like the one with which they with both engaged. Composing herself a little the older woman squeezed her shoulders as she forced her breasts to come together. Offering a deep delving valley for Karen to stare at Brooke tossed her hair, leaned in and coldly said:
"Careful...sometimes I rip presents open".
Karen swooned, gulping a little at the many possibilities those words could mean. Catching onto the game she stood back up, her face disappearing from Brooke's screen as Karen's well-sculpted legs took up most of the screen before the video square began shifting and blurring. When it came back into focus Brooke could now only see the bottom of Karen's stomach and the front of her crotch and thighs, semi-obscured in shadow as the camera was now angled up at Karen's body as she straddled it on her coffee table. Karen slid her hands over her belly as her hips and began to slowly grind them back and forth over the camera lens:
"Aww...even when they come in such nice wrapping paper?," she asked with a now somewhat disembodied voice.
Now Brooke's mouth and throat felt dry, as she leaned in further towards her screen for a better view:
"Fuckkkk...take them off Karen...," she said softly.
Karen heard the urgency in Brooke's sentence and smiled, her hands slowly grabbing the strands of her thong and rolling the fabric down, as millimeter of by millimeter of her thin, light bush and bright pink slit appeared. Stopping mid thigh she started to slide her knees forwards and outward as she lowered her spreading thighs and pussy to Brooke's view. The older woman gasped and murmured another curse as she felt her heart beat rising and serious need in her loins to be satisfied. Karen's hands slid around behind her and cupped the bottom of her ass, pulling hard against gluts and stretching her labia backwards. Her pussy formed a near seal of two tight pink lips that made Brooke imagine the Rolling Stone's lips coming to gobble her up. In her moment of frustration even this absurd thought became so intensely erotic it sewed tension ridden desire through her every cell of her body. Karen's hips continued to swivel from above on Brooke's computer screen, her labia now settling back into place as Karen let go of her butt. Karen lifted her right leg and bending back impressively and slipping her leg from her underwear before she did the same with her left leg, the whole time keeping her spread sex center stage.
Brooke felt a shiver run up her spine, then another as she watched Karen begin descend fully. Slowly her whole computer screen began to be consumed by the image of Karen's thigh tendons, spread labia and insides. Brooke's face was now centimeters from the screen as if she was trying to absorb Karen's sexual energy through the computer, her own body radiating with lust. Another wave of shivers ran through her body when she started to see the close-up move as Karen began sliding her pussy along the camera, flexing her kegel muscles so her lips would contract and release.
As much as Karen was beginning to enjoy the feeling of giving Brooke a digital lap dance she was dying to see her new rival's face. After about a minute she hopped off her table onto her couch, turning in mid-air to land on her butt expecting some snarky comeback or taunt to find Brooke in the middle of vigorous orgasm. Karen's face lit up as she watched the closed eyed woman shake and writhe in her computer chair, shaking the wheeled chair as her body spasmed. Brooke's bronzed skin was now gleaming slightly, hued a bright red where the blood was rushing to the skin. Her heavy breasts bounced with each orgasmic twitch as her arm swiveled her hand somewhere out of view from Karen.
"That's it baby...and just think of what's going happen when I'm there...", she said. Leaning in closer to the microphone as she saw Brooke's body respond to her words:
"...fucking your whore ass up.", she finished with a heavy breathed whisper.
Brooke's body shook violently a few more times before she opened her eyes, her muscles relaxing as she pooled into the heavy leather chair on which she sat. Immediately she began blushing even harder as she avoided staring directly at the camera and the smug smile of triumph she saw coming from the other side. A few moments passed as she fully collected herself, taking a sip from a Gatorade she pulled from off-screen before she leaned in, reaching out for the computer coming eye to eye with the lens, her face taking up most of Karen's screen.
"Saturday bitch!", she said in a forceful but clearly agitated tone before disappearing entirely.
