"Summer Loving" is Lydia's account of how, as an 18 year old girl in 1960s USA, she travelled by bus to the West Coast on a trip that changed her life.
On the way, she discovered the delights of love with an older woman and how discipline was important in a loving relationship. On her arrival, her lifestyle continued through a total of ten fascinating accounts.
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Later, the night before I was due to leave, knowing how envious of the baby doll nightdress Cherry was and wanting to do something to cheer her up a bit, I got it out and went to her bedroom to ask her if she wanted to try it on. Boy, did she! Off came her pajamas. Before she could slip the nightie over her head, I caught sight of those bruised and swollen cheeks again and, almost without thinking, I bent forward, held her ass in my hands and kissed those marks so gently and tenderly. Her flesh felt soft and cool and she sort of froze, maybe from shock. What her reaction would have been I don't know because, at that moment, her door opened and her stepmom walked in.
I can guess now what she must have thought then. I was wearing a tiny pair of panties and a short top, Cherry was wearing nothing at all with her pajamas around her on the bed and I was kneeling behind and to one side kissing her sweet ass. The baby doll lay on the bed, unnoticed.
(LATER)....her stepmom reached up to a nail and removed a long leather strap which might have been part of a horse bridle at one time. Holding Cherry with one hand on the back of her neck, Cherry's stepmom began to beat Cherry's cheeks with the strap worse than anything I had seen before.
Poor Cherry was writhing and wriggling but it made no difference. The beating continued, harder if anything with her stepmother grunting with the effort she was putting in.
I stood and watched, feeling so embarrassed at first but then I found that I was feeling quite different, really aroused.
That familiar warm feeling that I had had before but only from my own imaginings late at night in bed began to spread upwards from my groin into my stomach and chest.
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Both of us wanted to have a shower; the opportunity to freshen up properly after two days on the bus and with at least one more to come, was irresistible. Paula let me go first and, after showering and wrapping my wet hair in a towel, I decided to use the opportunity to wear the baby doll nightdress that I had purchased and so lovingly packed.
The nightdress part itself came down to about my hips only, the panties covered the rest and, whilst they would probably seem quite voluminous by modern standards where thongs are seen as quite normal, in those days they seemed quite daringly brief. Putting it on reminded me again of poor Cherry and I wondered if she was getting any more beatings from her stepmom or whether, now that I had left, things had calmed down. I certainly remembered the feelings that witnessing Cherry's rear end being pounded unmercifully had brought to mind and I suppressed the thought as much as I could but not before I became aware of a moist feeling again in the crotch of my panties!
I had no robe but that was hardly going to matter with just the two of us in the room.
Paula glanced at the baby doll with raised eyebrows before herself going to shower; returning after a while wearing a white fluffy toweling robe. As she sat to dry her hair, the robe fell open and I could not help but notice that underneath she was wearing nothing at all.
'I don't normally wear anything to bed,' she explained 'but if it bothers you, I'll put on some panties.'
'Oh no, no, that's OK,' I must have stuttered feeling somewhat embarrassed by this situation and also trying desperately to look as if it was all quite normal to me!
(LATER)
'You've been a very naughty girl, haven't you? Haven't you?' And she squeezed my hands hard in emphasis as she repeated the question.
I could only stand and stare at her. What did she mean and why was she being like this?
'I'm sure you have been told many times not to talk to strangers and yet, here you are, sharing a motel room with someone you don't know and have only just met!'
'Yes, but, I do know you, sort of, Paula:'
'Do you? I don't think so. I could be absolutely anyone and I'm going to have to show you that you must do as you are told.' Her eyes stared deeply into mine and held me transfixed. I really couldn't speak or move and I didn't know what was going on here at all.
She released my hands from her steel hard grip.
'Take down your panties now.' Then, as I hesitated, 'NOW!' Still staring into those hypnotic eyes I felt I had no choice. She was older, she was authoritative and I was used to doing what I was told. My hand went to the elastic round the waistband and gently tugged them down to my ankles where I stepped out of them. I stood in front of her naked from the waist down.
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