Perceptions of Beauty

Perceptions of Beauty
by N.B.

Rachael and her sister-in-law Beth had been talking about a “just girls” trip for months, and when Rachael’s travel schedule for business had her spending a week in San Francisco, the timing worked out perfectly for Beth to come and join her for a long weekend.

Rachael would be through by noon on Friday; Beth would fly in that morning, giving them the afternoon and evening to do whatever they wanted in a city neither had visited previously, before spending Saturday and Sunday playing tourists then flying out for home on Monday.

Which explained why, at 2:00 p.m. on a sunny Friday afternoon with the smell of the ocean riding a slight breeze across hilly streets, the two ladies were seated at an outdoor table enjoying a delicious late lunch and a pair of adult beverages, without having to wonder what the kids, or husbands, would think or say. Lunch was followed by casual strolling along busy city sidewalks, and some shopping in truly unique and funky shops.

The pair even visited a boutique specializing in bedroom wear, with both buying a special treat they would model for their husbands on returning home.

As the day wore on, they became aware of the time and knew they wanted to be back in their uptown hotel before dark, but agreed they could continue exploring just a bit longer before heading back, After traversing a couple of more blocks they found themselves in what was obviously one of the city’s special “districts,” a three-block stretch of buildings that housed strip clubs, erotic DVD stores, sex shops, peep shows and a mixture of foot traffic that was nothing if not sexually diverse.

Had the hour been later and the sky darker they would not have been comfortable on their afternoon sojourn, but bolstered by the drinks with lunch – okay, so maybe there had been more than one – and an Indiana farm girl’s curiosity for the alternative lifestyles of the big city, they decided to soldier on, at least to the cab stand they could see just at the end of the three-block strip.

Heads turning to and fro they took it all in, giggling like school girls at some of what they saw, suddenly quiet at other things.

Rachael found herself totally mesmerized by an exotic beauty walking toward them as though she had not a care in the world; skin an incredible color that looked to be a mix between Pakistani and Polynesian, she stood taller than both women in heeled boots. A totally shaved head and huge earrings added to the exotic appeal, as did nipples the size of overripe blackberries pressing against a thin shimmering zebra striped top. The woman wore a pair of super tight white hot pants, circa 1973, and her entire persona screamed “DO ME!”

Rachael rudely turned her head to openly watch the sway of her hips as the sidewalk siren passed them by, then had to stifle a laugh as, watching the swing and sway of the tight hot pants, she saw an unexpected bulge that she realized had to be the rounded head of a penis so long that when it was tucked away between her – or was it his – legs, protruded just an inch too far to remain hidden in the skin tight hot pants.

Or maybe it was meant to be seen? As Rachael pondered that possibility, she heard Beth loudly ask, “What the hell is that?”

“What?” asked Rachael, only to have Beth point to a storefront window across the street on which was written the words “Anal Bleaching Done Here.”

“What does that even mean?” Beth asked again, and while Rachael knew the answer, she was reluctant to reveal to her sister-in-law the extent of her knowledge of such things, so feigning ignorance said “I have no idea. We’ll have to Google it,” after which the two ladies started giggling again, made their way to the cab stand and returned to their hotel.

After dinner in the hotel restaurant and a bottle of very good wine, they decided an after-meal nightcap was in order before retiring to the room. Once there, they decided showers were a priority to wash away the grime of the afternoon, and both agreed they should try on the special selections purchased for their husbands just to be sure they fit properly.

Beth went first and returned to the suite they shared wearing a hotel robe and still drying her long wet hair.

While showering, Rachael bemoaned the absence of the handheld water massager she so enjoyed using at home, realizing that the day had left her just a little horny and without an opportunity to relieve the problem as she would have liked. After bathing, she rubbed her legs down with baby oil, then put on the outfit she had bought that afternoon.

Rachael’s choice from the erotic boutique in which they had shopped was a two-piece set consisting of a silky camel colored spaghetti strap top that was cropped at the very bottom of her breast, so that the lower portion of her modest but shapely charms could be seen if she moved a certain way, and a matching pair of booty shorts that fit so tightly that they cupped her bottom checks seductively and, as she saw in the big hotel mirror, displayed a very obvious camel toe in the front.

The touch of the fabric had her nipples poking through, and her legs glistening with oil made Rachael want to caress the puffy mound that the shorts didn’t even pretend to disguise, but just as she ran the flat of her palm across her vulva Rachael heard “WHAT THE HELL” from the other room and rushed out to see what had Beth so concerned.

Her robe discarded, Beth said cross-legged on the bed with her laptop in front of her. Her purchase of the afternoon had been a pale blue baby doll top that hung from the top slopes of her breasts, which were slightly fuller and bigger than Rachael’s, and a tiny blue thong of a bottom with lacy see through panels across the top.

“Look at this,” Beth said, not even glancing up at Rachael as she entered the room. Rachael walked around the bed and stood behind Beth to see what was so interesting on the computer screen.

Beth had used the world’s most famous browser to go to a website called allaboutass.com, and was engrossed in reading about anal bleaching. The information piece had links to pictures, and she dutifully was clicking on them to see before and after shots, and seemed truly amazed that such a process existed and could be purchased in stores along city streets.

“Why would anyone…” Beth asked, as her voice trailed off and she continued her education by clicking other links.

“I guess just to feel better about how they look, or to make their partner happy,” Rachael said, trying to hide her amusement at her sister-in-law’s innocence. As she looked over Beth’s shoulder, Rachael couldn’t help but be aware of her breast pressed against a bare shoulder, and of the sleek legs that were totally bare under the laptop.

Clicking on various links and ads on the page, Beth jumped when she accidently accessed a high definition, full color video of a slender woman on her hands and knees being thoroughly sodomized by a muscular man with the requisite porn-size appendage. After watching in awkward silence for a little longer than was strictly necessary, she clicked back to the home page, and then surprised Rachael by abruptly closing the laptop and tossing it aside.

The room was unnaturally quiet as the two women remained in position, Rachael behind Beth so that she could not see her face.

“The thing is,” Beth finally said, her voice very serious, “I think I might need to do that.”

“Do what,” Rachael asked, more than a little confused.

“Anal bleaching. I mean…I’ve always felt weird about the way I look down there, always tried to keep it hidden. Try to never let Nick see me there. It’s dark, and odd looking. Maybe…”

Rachael gave a nervous little laugh and said, “It couldn’t be that bad. I mean, you can’t even see it yourself unless you take pictures or something. How would you even know?”

“It is. I know it is. I’ve looked in the mirror. I can see enough,” Beth mumbled, obviously deeply bothered by what she considered to be a deep blemish on her body.

Again the silence was overwhelming for thirty seconds or so, until Beth haltingly said, “Um…would you look at it for me, tell me what you think. Would that be too weird Rachael?”

Taken aback by the question, Rachael wondered to herself if examining her sweet sister-in-law’s bottom was really a good idea, but the dinner drinks combined with horniness from the shower and a fun afternoon made her just curious enough to say, “Sure, why not.”

Without wasting time and as though she thought Rachael might change her mind, Beth quickly leaned forward on the bed, pulled her legs up under her and, leaning on her elbows with her bottom in the air, presented herself for Rachael’s inspection.

In a fraction of a second it registered with Rachael that she was looking at her sister-in-law’s bare bottom, a bit bigger and meatier than Rachael’s own, but still solid and firm, with only the thin fabric of the baby blue thong covering Beth’s most private of parts. She couldn’t help but contrast the smooth flesh in front of her with her husband Dave’s powerfully muscular but hairy bottom.

Nervously Rachael slid the fabric aside, and using both hands, one on each side, pulled the cheeks of Beth’s ass to the side so that she could see the dark blemish on her bottom that was of such concern to her brother’s wife.

Rachael involuntarily sighed aloud, and immediately Beth said, “It’s ugly, isn’t it? Nasty, dirty looking. Nick would love to play with it, but I won’t let him see. I know it’s nasty looking.”

For a moment Rachael said nothing, her hands trembling as they held the cheeks of Beth’s ass apart to expose her wrinkled anal opening. After an awkward few seconds, she replied, her voice soft, husky even.

“No, not at all. It’s beautiful really, just simply beautiful. It’s darker than your skin, yes, but it’s perfect. It looks like someone melted a dollop of rich, creamy caramel and dripped it onto your skin in a perfect oval shape, with your little pink hole right in the very middle.”

Rachael realized she was breathing heavy, was very aware of the nearness of the nearly nude family member in front of her, was conscious of the tight fabric rubbing against the mound of her sex, as she continued talking in an effort to reassure sweet Beth that there was absolutely nothing wrong with the dark coloring that surrounded her anus.

“I tell you this. If you ever let Nick see what I’m seeing, with the lights on, he is going to be one horny husband. He’s going to want to look at it, touch it, hump it, lick it…”

Beth made an odd noise, a mix between a moan and a shudder, saying aloud “Lick it? People don’t really lick back there, do they? I mean, come on Rachael, who would do that?”

Overcome by a passion about which she had only fantasized in the past, Rachael didn’t bother to answer. Instead, she took the final half step needed for her legs to touch the side of the bed, leaned forward, and planted her face deep into the crack of Beth’s freshly showered bottom, her tongue reaching out to tease the wrinkled edges of her sister-in-law’s erotically beautiful anus.

Beth’s head dropped down to the bed, her bottom arching up and pressing aback against Rachael’s face, fully aware of Rachael’s tongue touching where no tongue had touched before, the many nerve endings there exploding in excitement as Rachael licked up and down the crevice of her ass then zeroed in again on the very center of that caramel colored skin, licking the wrinkled pucker of Beth’s anus, wetting it with saliva until it glistened.

The moans of both women rose in volume as the carnal action continued. At some point Rachael became aware that Beth’s hand was between her own legs, caressing her clit. The baby doll fabric had been pushed to the side and Rachael saw the bottom side of swollen labia, slick with moisture, and licked from anus to labia, and back again.

The taste, the texture, the naughtiness of what she was doing inflamed Rachael. Her nipples felt as though they were going to burst; her hands tried to open the buttocks in front of her wider and wider; her legs trembling to the point that she would have fallen had she not been able to lean against the bed.

Rachael felt Beth convulse beneath her, knew her sister-in-law had orgasmed strongly, smelled the scent of aroused pussy filling the room. As Beth trembled in a quivering heap on the bed, Rachael stepped away, saying “Don’t move!” and headed to the bathroom where she retrieved the baby oil and a hairbrush with a round wooden handle.

Beth was whimpering slightly on the bed, her legs shaking, when Rachael returned. Rachael squirted oil on her sister-in-law’s ass, rubbing it to a shimmering, glistening sheen, then, carefully, aware of her fingernails, applied a liberal coating to Beth’s anus before sliding a finger inside, into her ass. Beth moaned again, and again Rachael felt the movement that indicated her beloved sister-in-law was caressing her hot vagina.

Slowly Rachael worked her finger deeper into the virgin asshole which moments ago she had licked like a child attacking ice cream in the summer. Beth was making nonstop guttural noises now, unintelligible sounds that provided a vocal background to the finger fucking of her ass. Rachael patiently opened the hole to admit a second finger, slowly, cautiously, being careful not to inflict pain. As her fingers worked to stretch Beth’s tight wrinkled opening, Rachael’s tongue tasted the juices that now flowed from the edges of her pussy.

Once she was convinced Beth was ready, Rachael touched the tip of the brush handle to the opening that had been stretched and lubed by fingers and tongue, slowly sliding it into that a sheath of skin that had never been penetrated from the outside before.

Surprised by the penetration of the brush handle, Beth shoved back with her hips, claiming more of the smooth wooden shaft than Rachael had expected to use. Obviously enjoying the reaming her ass was receiving, Beth shoved back again and again, until suddenly she bellowed a loud “OH FUCK” and began a shivering, quivering seizure that lasted a full minute. Rachael watched, amazed, as she realized a flood of juices was squirting onto the bed from her sister-in-law’s pussy as her ass clinched time and again against the handle of the brush.

Totally and completed sated, Beth finally collapsed forward, exclaiming “Oh Fuck, Oh God, OH Fuck” over and over under her breath. As she did, her bottom pulled away from the handle of the brush, leaving a gaping asshole surrounded by a caramel covered oval.

Unable to wait any longer for her own relief, Rachael climbed onto the bed, straddling her sister-in-law’s firm ass, feeling the big muscles there press against her vulva and humped hard and fast until her own explosion built up from the core of her body and erupted through all of her erogenous zones.

Eyes closed, Rachael remembered a time as a kid when her brother had convinced her to put her tongue on both posts of a 9-volt battery, and the low-level electric shock that doing so created. That was how her clit felt, pressed against Beth’s ass, a tingling, electrified mass of orgasm streaking through it. She laughed as she realized the new booty shorts would be ruined, between the baby oil on the outside and the pussy juices flooding the inside, and further realized she didn’t care at all.

Collapsing onto the bed next to Beth, the two women struggled for breath, waited for their heartbeats to slow, felt their bodies tremble and twitch, thought of what they had done.

The room reeked of sex, but as their breathing slowed it again became silent.

At least until Beth spoke.

“Rachael?”

“Yes.”

“You know that sex shop we saw?”

“Yes.”

“Since we’re going to be here a couple more days…do you think they sell strap-ons?”

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Rachael’s Response:

What a perfectly delightful scenario! I love that it’s Beth’s feminine insecurities that provide the excuse for me to inspect her most private parts. And, of course, once I have her sexy ass spread open in front of me, I have to overcome my own insecurity about being with another woman. Although, I will admit that I gave in pretty easily! I can definitely see myself humping my sister-in-law’s juicy rump after giving her asshole a thorough tongue fucking.

God, I hope that shop has strap-ons!

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4 thoughts on “Perceptions of Beauty

  1. Hard from first sentence to end knowing what was likely to cum!!! But that picture presents a veritable “feast” that stokes the imagination to true heights. Want to hear more of the weekend when you can deliver.

  2. Thank you N.B. for a delicious story! I agree with Rachael about feminine insecurities, and how sexy they can be, I am sure many a woman (myself included) have had insecurities about their bodies, and their bumholes specifically! So arousing that that insecurity leads to a lovely romp between ‘sisters’.

    I have all sorts of thoughts running through my head now about my husbands sister!
    xxx

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