The redhead began to give Melanie rather strange looks. But Melanie had never thought about making love with another woman, and did not realize that she was sounding rather like a lesbian on the prowl as she flattered the sexy divorcee.

Finally, Melanie decided to get to the point of the matter.

She intended to offer to take care of the redhead's dog, anytime the woman wanted to go out for the day.

"I feel that we've become such good friends, even though we've only just met," she said, as a prelude.

"Why – yes, I think so," replied Arabelle, with a Mona Lisa smile and a glint in her eye.

"Any time you need a favor…"

"You're not shy, are you?" Arabelle interrupted.

Melanie did not realize that Arabelle had misunderstood her intentions. She looked puzzled.

"It's all right," said Arabelle. "You don't have to pretend with me, honey – I'm a woman of the world." Melanie was aghast.

Had the redhead realized that Melanie wanted to fuck her dog? But then, to Melanie's amazement, Arabelle said: "In fact, I could use that favor right now."

"I-I don't…?"

To Melanie's total surprise, Arabelle stood up, lifted her skirt and began to remove her panties. Her lush hips squirmed as she wriggled out of her panties. Melanie was stunned. She noticed that the crotchband of Arabelle's panties was soaking wet. She couldn't help but stare at the woman's bared loins. Arabelle's pussy mound was like a burning bush, the thick hair the color of flames, and the insides of her smooth white thighs were slick and damp.

Arabelle, holding her skirt above her waist, sat down again, her long legs trailing out, her thighs parted.

Melanie saw that the woman's cuntlips were unfurled like the petals of a fleshy pink flower, parting in the morning sunlight and streaked with pearly dew and creamy nectar.