Denouement

Michelle stood up in the pond’s two feet of water to push her tattered black lace stockings and shredded girdle down. As she did so, a bubbly froth ran in shimmering streams over each breast and then cascaded over her nipples and down to a soft, rounded belly, and slithered further onto her pubic mound. She could feel the tickling of other rivulets making their way to, over and in between her butt cheeks and thighs.

With the distraction of a sprinting Eva showing off all of her assets, Michelle sat down and used a layer of bubbles as cover to clean off the gooey ice cream and to finally pull off her stockings and tattered underwear, whipping them into a corner.

By this time Eva had reached the koi pond and stretched out an arm to her mother. Even though it was only a bit above knee deep, Michelle was still comically flopping around like fish out of water, so to speak.

“Here, grab my arm. I’ll help you out.”

Michelle reached for it and merely tore off the remains of Eva’s chiffon blouse. Trying again, her soapy hands lost their grip and she fell back in, her big balloons acting as buoys. Of course, Eva too was pulled in by the much heavier woman.

Her head popped up first, spitting out soapy water. Wet hair spread all over her face. Her mother was closer to the edge so she crawled on all fours to prevent those barbarians in the balcony cheap seats from seeing more of her delicates, sudsy water flowing off her back and buttocks like some white whale breaching the sea surface and draped herself over the pond’s edge for support before standing up.

Eva quickly rid herself of her shoes and the black fabric of her ripped slacks before she stood up. Wet hair plastered to her head, shoulders and chest.

Those lucky enough at the balcony rail were treated to an erotic display as she started to slosh over to her mother’s side like a cross country skier. As if performing an erotic strip tease as she moved, streaks of lather covered and uncovered her naughty area, slathering over it and then permitting it to be alluringly uncovered again. Much like the shadow of a cloud passing over a ripened field. Tease and hide, tease and hide. Now you see it and now you don’t. The art of the stripper. Traces of shimmering, soapy film gently caressed the curvature and glistening skin of a taut buns, splashes of frothy bubbles lingering there agonizingly long before slipping down an inner thigh and over a black lace stocking as if it were a hand that had reached out to lovingly stroke it. A bubbly daub over a bare breast and nipple, tantalizing hinting at what might await underneath.

Whether or not Eva was aware of what she was doing, is perhaps something we’ll never know for sure. But cell phones were out and at least one thing was certain: There would be plenty of happy endings at home tonight.

She finally reached her distraught mother still on her knees, so she straddled Michelle’s legs, slipped her hands under her hips and tried to lift. Her mother obliged by raising her sudsy buttocks directly into Eva’s intimate area. Eva abruptly stopped lifting and lingered there for a brief moment, even pressing down a bit on her mother’s ….

“Get off me Eva if you’re not going to help!” shrieked a somewhat irritated Michelle and shoved her daughter off to the side. Placing one hand on Eva’s ass cheeks for support, she started to push off but as she did so she heard a subdued voice:

“Pull my hair.” Eva murmured.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“C’mon!. Let’s get out of here.” As they both headed for the main entrance, dripping tracks of bubbly suds, a round of cheering, catcalls and applause erupted, trailing behind them as they headed outside.

“Bravo, bravo!!” and “Encore, encore!!”

Megan and some of the crowd moved down to the lobby and the extensive glass windows looking out on the spacious lawn and over to the adjacent country club for the finale.

Eva quickly over took a waddling Michelle and once outside, spotted an unattended golf cart and jumped into the driver’s seat. Her mother came up along side and shoved Eva over shouting:

“Move over! You don’t know what you’re doing and you’ve caused enough trouble today!!”

“What? Me!! You’re the one who wanted to come here to embarrass and humiliate Megan. And now look what’s happened to us!!!”

Off they went. Two very naked women, yelling at each other, swerving left and right, side swiping what use to be a new car, bouncing over a curb or two, boobs and bottoms in sync with each jolt, screaming like idiots as Michelle lost control, careening down into a shallow depression and hurtling into the middle of a shallow, muddy morass where the cart promptly stuck fast.

Some of the crowd began to drift away, shaking their heads in comic disbelief. Megan and a few others hung around a bit longer for a last laugh as her mother and sister climbed out of the cart and into the ankle deep mud. Michelle instantly slipped and fell face first into the muck, her pale white ass, and muddy face sticking up out of the mire.

Eva fell backwards on her duff, looking disgustedly at her slimy hands and mud splattered black stockings and then at her mother wriggling her fat buns around in the ooze.

“UUHHH! Look what you’ve done.”

Upon hearing the screaming, a few of the grounds keepers from the country club next door came running over to see what had happened.

Watching through the glass windows, Megan overheard one woman express concern:

“Shouldn't we go out and help them?”

“Nah. I can see some of those nice folks from the country club ground crew already helping them. Look! They’re even taking off their shirts and pants, no doubt to cover those ladies up. Wow. A few have already even taken off their underwear. How courteous!”

With that final act, long time resident and world class Buttinski, some guy with the last name of ‘Meeahmoyrah’ piped up:

“OK folks. It’s getting late. Tomorrow is a special day. All of the new apartment and complex renovations will be completed in the morning. There will be Some obligatory ribbon cutting and then a celebration of good food, drink and each other. I know a lot of you are whipping up some fantastic dishes and desserts for the festivities. And yes I know that the owner, Mrs. Sykes and our rental agent, Diana Sykes, will be here to also celebrate with us and from what I hear, some very special guests may be arriving later also.”

“BOOOOOOOO!!!”

He continued: “I know, I know. Let’s be civil, shall we? After all, she did finally pump a lot of money into this dump to make it classier and livable. So, what do ya say we get this place cleaned up and prepped for tomorrow? And for those of you who have to start their shift over at the country club, get go’in. We can handle this.”

Megan clasped her hands together and smiled. “I WAS a good day after all wasn't it?” she reflected. “Tomorrow will be even better.”