Slowly, with kisses on her nipples.

Sharon smiled and turned to Puja. "Can I get you naked now, Ms. Singh?"

Puja extended a gold-braceleted hand. "By all means, Sharon. Make me as naked as you. And Sharon, do call me Puja."

Sharon laughed, a little nervously. "Okay. Puja." Even if this was Sharon's mother's party and these were Petra's guests, the party had been moved to Sharon's bedroom. Three mature women, two of them her high school teachers, would now be now Sharon's sexual playmates.

While Sharon, Kathryn and Sandy had dressed up for the party, Ms. Singh looked like she could have come from school. She was wearing low-heeled sandals, a pair of dress slacks, a white blouse and a brocade vest. Her ever-present gold bracelets, rings, and earrings were the brightest spots of her costume.

Sharon reached up tentatively and unbuttoned Puja's richly embroidered vest. Kathryn lifted it off Puja's shoulders from behind. "Can I unbutton your blouse?" Sharon said.

"That would seem to be the next step," Puja said with a smile. "Please, Sharon."

With trembling fingers, Sharon unbuttoned Ms. Singh's blouse. Though Kathryn had been Sharon's secret crush, Puja had made almost as great an impression on Sharon during her junior year. Puja's quick mind and brusque classroom manner had intimidated Sharon at first. But Sharon had grown to respect Puja after Ms. Singh had taken extra time to help Sharon edit and redraft her essays and develop her strengths.

Kathryn helped Puja out of her blouse, revealing her soft brown skin and the last layer of her upper garments.

"I remember that bra!" Kathryn said. Puja had been wearing it at her first party, when she had ridden Bryan's cock. And Petra's face.

Puja inclined her head. "My husband and I picked it out together," she said. "It helps me remember him." She laughed. "Oh, what would he say of me now?"

"Puja?" Kathryn said.

"Never mind," Puja said. "I am here, without regret, to please myself. Sharon, attend."

Sharon bobbed her head in a double nod. The brassiere had a front catch, easily worked. Puja's soft breasts spilled out, capped by extravagantly large purple-brown nipples, already puckered and swollen with arousal. She cupped her hands under them and displayed them to Sharon. "Kiss," she said.

Sharon bent forward, her height making it a little awkward, and kissed Puja's breasts, inhaling the fragrance of her skin. This is what an English department head tastes like, Sharon thought to herself.

"Yes, suck," Puja said. "There. The other. Good. Very good. Now no more delay. Make me naked."

Sharon knelt. She helped Puja out of her sandals. When she tilted her head up and unclipped Puja's slacks, she saw her former teacher smiling at her above her soft, low-hanging breasts. "Oh," Sharon sighed.

"Off, off," Puja directed, waving her fingers.

Sharon slid Puja's slacks down, revealing a pair of cream-colored satin panties. Down they went.

Puja was shaved, her mound of Venus plump and smooth, glistening a little from a perfumed oil.

"Do you...?" Sharon asked.

"Ah ha ha, no," Puja said. "No pet names. That is just my yoni. Well-loved, but still hungry. As is yours?" Puja opened her eyes very wide and stared into Sharon's.

"Y-yes," Sharon said.

Puja stepped out from her panties and slacks. "You may rise," she said, extending her hand to Sharon's.

Sharon took Puja's warm, gold-ringed hand in her cool, long-fingered one and rose.

"There," Puja said. "You are so eager, Sharon, perhaps we should put you straight to work with Kathryn."

Sharon's heart skipped a beat. She squeezed Puja's hand involuntarily.

Puja smiled broadly. "Or with me?" She laughed. "Of course we must undress Kathryn first before you go to work. Or can you be patient enough to watch first?"

Sharon's heart beat with excitement.