Nia was at that age, just turned three, where she was often unaware of what was going on in the adult world. She took longer than Chloe and I did to finish dinner because she played with her food. I watched from the kitchen sink as Chloe stood and leaned across the table to help Nia use her fork to stab the peas. Nia thought it was hilarious.
I found myself staring at Chloe's long, lithe frame. I'd never taken the time before to really look at her. I'd known her from the neighborhood since she was maybe fifteen. She was gangly back then, but without me really noticing, she'd gradually filled out. Not that there was an ounce of fat on her, but as she leaned over Nia, I noticed her hips were rounder. In moments when she bent really low, her short blue skater skirt rode up enough that I could see the tops of her well-over-the-knee stockings. They weren't the typical sexy thigh-highs women like me normally wear to feel sexy. They were a fun, knit stocking, black up to the knee, and then a gray pattern from there up. I could never pull it off, but her legs were amazing. The boots she was wearing didn't hurt either. Not fancy or anything, but the heels added length to those legs and made them seem even longer.
I hadn't noticed her turn around to look at me, but there she was, smiling brown eyes. I had no idea how long she'd been looking at me; it made me blush.
"Why don't you get your phone and take a picture," she said. "Something for Nia to remember me by in the years to come."
As she turned back to Nia, I swallowed and reached across to the kitchen counter and picked up my phone. Chloe bent lower, raising herself onto her toes and leaning closer toward Nia, allowing a good couple of inches of bare thigh to show.
"How does that look?" she asked.
It looked damn good. As I took a few pictures, I suddenly had an image in my head of a high school teacher of mine, Miss Susan. I wondered how long back this fascination with the female body went. I remembered feeling uncomfortable at the time when she would turn her back to the class and bend over her desk to grab some papers. Was it discomfort? Or was it something else?
"Do me a favor, sweetie and fix my stockings. I don't want her to remember me as some kind of tramp."
Seriously? I froze. "You mean..."
"Yes," she said, looking over her shoulder. "Pull them up for me."
I looked at Nia for a moment and then at my phone. "You can barely see--"
"Do it!" She said rather sharply, but holding the smile that betrayed her abruptness. She had the most gorgeous lower lip -- not too big, but full enough to bring back memories of when she'd rubbed it back and forth over my clit.
She turned back to Nia and helped her with the last group of peas. It was like she knew what was going to happen without needing to see me walking in her direction. I could hear my heels clicking on the kitchen floor as if my legs obeyed her without any input from me. Once behind her, I reached for the top of her left stocking where it was loose and pulled it a few inches higher. My fingers brushed against the soft skin of her young upper thighs and I bit my lower lip.
"Now smooth them over," she said. "Make sure there are no uneven spots."
I stared at her, hoping she'd turn around so I could nod in Nia's direction. I didn't think this was the time to be doing this. "I'm pretty sure they're--"
"Make sure," she snapped.
I peeked at Nia, who was busy playing with the peas, oblivious to anything else. I exhaled softly and slid my hands along the stockings, starting at the knee just over the top of her boots and stopping when I reached her bare skin, just inches from the top of her left leg.
Chloe let out a slight moan. "Higher," she said.
My mouth formed a perfect O. "I don't think they can go any--"
"Higher!" she snapped.
My fingers moved abruptly at her command, then slowed, crawling higher up her left thigh till I could feel wetness near the top. I heard Chloe exhale as she spread her legs slightly and straightened them, assuming the position like she was being frisked by a police officer. I looked toward Nia, who was still engrossed with her peas, stabbing her fork in an attempt to get the last of them. Chloe put the fork down and said, "You got some on your fingers, didn't you. Lick it off."
Then she turned to me and smiled. "Did you hear me?"
I did. I raised the first two fingers of my right hand and placed them on my lips. I found it hard to admit to myself, but I was enjoying this. I mimicked Nia as she took long sweeps with her tongue, circling each finger as she licked the peas off. Then we sucked our fingers as Chloe watched us.
Chloe moved a bowl of ice cream in front of Nia now and asked me to fix her right stocking. I repeated the same routine as Nia devoured her ice cream. This time, there was even more wetness at the top of Chloe's perfect thigh and I drew tiny circles on the skin as we waited for Nia to finish her ice cream.
She poked Nia playfully and said, "You silly thing, you got it all over your fingers. Lick it off for Chloe." Then she turned and watched as I slowly licked her juices, then sucked each finger. It was a delicious thick sweet syrup, different than mine, which had a more salty taste.
As she wiped the ice cream off Nia's face, she asked me, "Didn't you lose something earlier?"
My panties! I nodded. "I did."
"Why don't you get them," she said as she leaned even lower and wiped the table near Nia.
Making sure I was hidden from Nia's eyes, I slipped my left hand up her skirt and along her thigh. I went slower this time, meandering my fingers around till I found the renewed wetness on her inner thigh. I traced the silky edges of her panties back and forth, causing a slight moan to erupt from Chloe's lips. Then I moved my right hand to the other leg and did both sides simultaneously.
"Such a good girl," she cooed.
Sliding both hands over her ass -- an ass so perfect I just wanted to cup it and hold it for hours -- I reached the waist band of her panties and tugged downwards.
"SUCH a good girl," she whispered hoarsely.
I pulled them down and Chloe narrowed her stance, allowing them to drop to her ankles. My right hand glided down the front of her smooth, firm right thigh, then circled around to her ass. I eased my fingers to the wetness at the top of her inner thigh, then over the hard left cheek of her ass. My wet fingers slid slowly over her anus, first forward, then back. "Are they in here?"
She looked back at me with intense eyes and I could tell she was struggling to control herself. "Not now, but maybe later," she said between breaths.
The fingers of my right hand moved gently forward towards her pussy lips, causing her to again spread her legs and bend forward, making it easy for me to reach her pussy. She was soaked. They continued till they slid over her clit, causing a soft, "Oh God." I zig zagged back over her lips and felt for my panties. I pulled at them softly, knowing she was enjoying each inch of the slight friction.
When they were fully out, she stood upright, kicked her panties under the table out of Nia's view and stared deep into my eyes. It almost looked as if she were surprised at me. I slowly licked my fingers again as I stared back at her, then raised my eyebrows to suggest, "Now what?"
She nodded in the direction of the panties in my hand and said, "Put them on while I dress Nia for bed."
I ran my fingers over them. They were soaked. With Chloe between me and Nia, I raised them to my nose and breathed them in. They smelled like Chloe. I nodded at her. "Get her ready then."