Lean into the caress

There is something very motherly about the way Rasna touches your cheek, and you can't help but lean into the warm touch. She is still hard to read, hidden behind that seductive smile, but you think you see a spark of delight in her eyes.

"Yees.. Yes." Rasna says, mostly to herself, "You will do.. quite well." Her fingertips curve ever so slightly against your jaw, but it's still enough that you get the hint and lean in, allowing her to plant a soft kiss at the corner of your mouth.

Rasna then walks past you, over to a door that probably leads into the back rooms. "Girls!" You hear her call, "One of you will have to come watch the shop." There is a beat of silence, then a distant yet loud and very, very teenage "Urgh!", and you hear the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs.

In bounces a teenaged girl, with dark hair framing a soft, spectacled face. Her curves are not yet as prominent as her mother, but the short woolen skirt of her school uniform reveals a gorgeous pair of bare legs. As she walks by you, you notice a small plastic device peeking out of the elastic of her skirt - a vibrator remote, you realize.

Rasna's daughter is already complaining as she enters the shop: "..And we have 14 pages of reading, and Ms. O'Briain will **** us if we don't finish that dumb assignment and.." At this points she notices you looking and a cheery smile spreads across your face "and.. hello there."

Her eyes roam across your body and then she bites her lip exactly the same way Rasna does, ".. I'm Nilaya, what's your name." She reaches out her hand and continues to eyefuck you as you shake it, introducing yourself.

"You know, minding this shop all alone gets SO boring.. It would be so much better if I had someone to.. keep me company." She says, leaning in close enough that you can smell the perfume in her hair and hear the faint buzzing of the vibrator in her pussy, and whispers in your ear: "..How do you feel about exhibitionism?"

"Now, now." Rasna comes over and places a gentle hand on your elbow - not just possessively, imperiously, "This one has a date with me and my poetry club, don't you sweetheart?"

"Mmm.. I dunno," Nilaya says and snuggles into your left side, "He smells pretty fresh in town, maybe he didn't realize he had better options."

"Nilaya!" Rasna tries to chastise her daughter, but Nilaya's focus is solely on you now.

"What do you say?" The indian teen says with a saucy smirk.

You're reminded of a old phrase about birds in the bush; do you follow Rasna to a gathering of an indefinite group of older women, or stay here with the cute, and obviously eager, girl?