Eva's Little Secret

Megan stepped back over to where Eva’s legs were still dangling over the edge of the lift, writhing about, still held fast by her bra and the waistband of her panties. Torn slacks draped around her calf, a piece of her ripped chiffon blouse somehow still on her shoulder and upper arm, one scrap draped over her bra’s demi-cup.

Eva sensed her approach and turned her head enough to peek at Megan’s thick, full ass and bush through the ripped shorts. Then turned back away again as if she were a condemned prisoner about to be executed.

Megan stepped up to Eva’s firm, luscious behind and gave it a tender little pinch and then a gentle pat, marking her target.

WHAACK!!! Her ass cheeks puckered.

“OWWW!!! AAAHHH!! Aaahh, aaahh, aaaaahhhhhhh... ”

Again. Harder this time. WHACK!

“OUCH! OOWWW!” RIIPP

That last hit caused Eva to pitch upwards from her waist, arching her back, the intense movement tearing the front of her panties a bit more and pulling off her flimsy bra, causing her nice sized tits to jiggle suggestively. The waist band of her panties still held her firmly to the lift though.

With her bra torn off, that shred of chiffon blouse now lay provocatively across one breast, clinging now to its outline as Eva’s chest began to perspire. A very firm, erect nipple pushing against it. She held herself upright now, with her arms extended for support, legs dangling over the edge of the lift, buttocks presented, she looked back at Megan.

“You’ll have to do better than that, you chubby, fat ass whimp!!” Taunted Eva and spread her lacy black stocking legs apart ever so slightly. Almost invitingly.

Megan had to admit to herself that she felt a pang of jealousy as she gazed upon Eva’s shapely booty and arched back. The soft, delicate curve of her bare shoulder and exposed breast. Nevertheless...

SMAAACK!! WHAACKK!!

“Aaaaahhh!!, ooohhh, ooohhh, oh, oh, oooohhhh, uuuhhh…...” As the sound trailed off.

“Huh? That was supposed to sting like Hell. Was that moaning?” Puzzled Megan.

“OK then, you asked for it.”

Then, she halted in mid swing. The crowd was cheering and hooting.

“C’mon!” They goaded Megan.

But they couldn't see what she was seeing. There. Right at Eva’s kitty, some wetness. Not a lot, not gushing. But a steady trickle making its way down the inside of her thigh. Then, as she watched, captivated, Eva’s body gently trembled a few times, a tremor racing through it, and then again, as she lay slowly back down on the lift platform.

Megan clapped a hand over mouth. “Oh my God!” She just realized. “I just brought my own sister to orgasm!”

“Wow! She’s actually enjoys this!!! What was that all about? Was it showing off her naked body in public to strangers? The spanking? A public spanking? Some of it? All of it??? Did I just play her dom?” Her head was spinning.

The sound of shouting off to the side where she had left her mother snapped her out of her reverie. She looked over, sure enough, it was her other making all the racket. Not even trying anymore to cover herself up, Michelle was trying to break through the throng, flailing and swinging her arms at anyone who got in her way, like some berserk animal.

“Get out of my way you oaf, you clown!!” she hollered.

“Hey, I’m not the one who looks like a clown, MA-DAM!’ came the reply.

“I wonder what’s wrong with her today?” chimed in someone, affecting a mincing kind of voice. “Someone got up on the wrong side of bed.”

Bursting through, Michelle headed for the escalator/staircase, dripping melting ice cream along the way, trailed by laughter and applause as she exited the throng. Passing through more than just a few groping hands.

“Savages!” she snapped back.

Hearing her mother’s shrill voice, Eva also came to, shoving herself off the platform, RRIIIPPP tearing off the remains of the once revered polka dot panties and hobbled after her on one strappy shoe, naked now, except for her laced trimmed black stockings and a piece of chiffon blouse still attached at the neck and shoulder. She tucked one hand into her crotch and the other over her dumplings, sweet cheeks jiggling about with each step.

Some wise guy called after her: “Oh Miss. You forgot something.” and held up the remains of Eva’s ripped and sodden panties.

She was just about to catch up to her mother when a young woman stepped in front of her. A plain yet pretty and inviting face. She lightly placed a hand over the one Eva had cupped over her privates with and leaned in close.

“I’m Katie. Apartment 441. Come on by.” She whispered.

As Eva pushed on through, she felt the delicate scrape of fingernails on her ass cheeks.

“Would this day never end?” Eva thought?”

She finally broke through the ring of onlookers and was about to reach her mother when...