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Sue and Her Lingerie
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Hi, I'm Sue, and I've got a bit of a thing when it comes
to lingerie. I love all sorts, from skimpy G-strings to lacy basques,
and on evenings when I'm staying in alone l often strip down to my
undies. I especially like panties which can be pulled tight into
my pussy, creating a delicious, tingling friction which soon has my
love juice flowing.
So naturally when Steve, an old flame of mine, mentioned to me
that a college pal of his had started designing lingerie I wanted
to hear more. Steve went one better, and set up a meeting with the
designer at her place in the countryside.
I turned up at Ingrid's house wearing a demure little dress, but
underneath it I had some of my favorite white undies, and as always
happens when I wear them, I was feeling pretty horny. To teIl you
the truth, I even stopped in a quiet country lane during the drive
there so I could play with my pussy!
When Ingrid opened the door to me my jaw dropped and I just stood
there for a moment, staring. She was a beauty, with a really
sultry, sexy face and a great figure. She flashed a seductive smile
at me and said, "Hi, you must be Sue. I've heard a lot about you."
The way she said it suggested Steve had told her a few little
intimate things about me... and I began to suspect we might be in
for some real fun.
Ingrid led me through to her livingroom, a beautifully big, sunny
room with a great view. Every chair and table was piled with
exquisite lingerie. Ingrid put on some soft music and then went out
to make some coffee, leaving me gazing enraptured at the frothy
lace and the elegant silks and satins of her designs.
Almost at once I began to experience the familiar tingling sensation
that starts wilh my nipples and travels right down to my pussy. I was
getting turned on just looking at all this sexy underwear, imagining how
it would feel against my skin.
By the time Ingrid retuned with the coffee l was feeling
excidedly horny. We sat and chatted for a while, and then lngrid
said, "Okay Sue, do you want to try some outfits?"
I took off my demure little dress, and was just starting to unclip
my garter belt when Ingrid turned around to look at me. "Wow, Steve
told me you had a fantastic body, but I wasn't expecting this!" she
cried, Bashing me a teasing smile. I felt myself start to blush, to
my amazement. I've never been shy about my body, but I guess Ingrid
had caught me off guard, being business-like one minute and frankly
flirtatious the next.
Lowering my eyes and trying to calm down, I started to peel off my
stockings. When they were off I unclipped my bra, letting my firm
boobs free. I could have sworn I heard a sharp intake of breath from
Ingrid as my tits came into full view. I stood there for a moment,
uncertain. Was it just my imagination, or was Ingrid getting as turned
on as me'? Then I hooked my fingers into the sides of my panties, and
slowly pulled them down. Ingrid's eyes met mine. "It seems a shame to
cover up that wonderful body at all." she murmured, "but I think these
will suit you." And with that she held out a pair of flimsy red silk
panties with a matching camisole. I've always loved the tantalizing
sensation of pure silk against my skin, and with Ingrid's eyes
following my every move I really had to struggle to keep control when
the cool fabric brushed against my pussy. I could feel myself getting
really wet and it was getting pretty difficult to resist the
temptation to slip my fingers into the crotch of the panties and rub
my aching clitty.
"That looks great," Ingrid said softly, snapping me out of my reverie.
"Now how about these?" And she held out a sexy cream basque and
matching panties. I could hardly wait to get into them, but I was
getting so excited I seemed to have lost control of my fingers.
Hard as I tried, I just couldn't do up the hooks which ran all the
way down the front of the basque. Ingrid giggled, saying, "You look
like you need a hand," as she moved close to me. Her perfume was
sweet and alluring, and I could feel her warmth as her sure fingers
carefully fastened the hooks for me. When the basque was done up,
Ingrid's hands lingered against my boobs. There was a real air of
expectation building up between us; I knew something was going to
happen, but I was getting so nervous waiting for it I decided I had to
make the first move. Gently I took Ingrid's hand and pressed it more
firmly against me, so she could feel my hardening nipples poking
through the thin fabric. I let out an involuntary gasp as her fingers
began to rub my nipple. I grabbed Ingrid's other hand and ran it down
my body to my pussy, keeping my own hand clasped on top of it. Using
the pressure of her hand and mine combined I began to rub and stroke
at my cunt through the flimsy panties, feeling my love juice seep
through the fabric and dampen my fingers. Now Ingrid's fingers began
to move independently of mine, searching and probing arnound the
crotch of the panties as they found their way to my sticky slit.
I was wetter than l've ever been in my life; the slow build-up of
lust through the whole of the afternoorn had gotten me really hot!
Ingrid's finger slipped up and down my dripping pussy lips, then
sought my firm clitty and began to rub it harder. By the time the
tip of her finger had started to tease the edge of my love tunnel
I could feel a climax building up. Without warning, one wet finger
slid right up into my cunt, and l feIl my pussy walls spasm as I came.
Ingrid began to finger-fuck me in earnest then, pushing my
legs wider apart so she could get three wriggling fingers inside me.
I was revelling in the sensations of ecstasy, but Ingrid wasn't
satisfied. "I want to taste your cunt," she said suddenly, kneeling
down in front of me and pulling my panties right off so she had
full access to my juicy hole. With gentle fingers she held my pussy
lips wide apart as her tongue could reach right inside me. As she
lashed at me with her hot tongue, her breath burning my sensitive
flesh, I moaned and gasped my way to another incredible climax.
Once l'd calmed down a little - which took quite some time, as
Ingrid didn't let up her pussy licking for a second - I looked down
to see that one hand was burrowing between her parted thighs. I
couldn't see too much as she was still fully dressed, albeit a
little disheveled, and I decided I couldn't wait a moment longer
for a look at her naked cunt. Sinking to the floor beside her, I
began to undress her slowly. She just lay back, smiling at me as l
stripped her, one hand still playing with her pussy beneath her
clothes.
The body that came into view was spectacular. Her smooth tits were
so beautifully shaped I had to pause for a moment to lick and suck
them. Then I eased up her skirt to reveal stockingtops and an
expanse of smooth thigh. Higher went the skirt, to show Ingrid's
lacy panties, pulled aside at the crotch as her fingers pushed in
and out of her love box. Her fingers were shiny with juice, and her
breathing was getting heavier. I worked her skirt right up around
her waist, pulled off her panties, and watched avidly as she
fingered herself to a climax in front of me. Although l've fucked
girls before, that was the first time I'd ever seen that and I found
it an incredible turn on.
Straddling Ingrid's body, now gleaming with sweat, I dipped my head
to her pussy and took an experimental lick. She tasted so sweet I
stuck my tongue right into her without ceremony and began to eat her
out enthusiastically, as she repaid the compliment with some more
tongueing to my quivering cunt. We were rolling about the floor in
our frantic 69 when a sharp tap on the window made us both freeze.
Who should be standing there, grinning at us through the glass, but
Steve, the guy who'd brought us together! Stepping through the patio
door, he said, "Hi girls, I hope you don't nind me interrupting but
I couldn't resist seeing what you were doing. I just knew that you
two would really get off on each other!"
I didn't mind al aII - after aII, I'd fucked Steve often enough in
the past - but I wasn't sure how Ingrid would react. She was obviously
so horny nothing would stop her though; her answer was to grab Steve
and puIl him towards her, pulling down his zipper so she could get to
work on his stiff dick. I moved up behind her, my boobs pressing
against her back, my hand wrapped around the base of Steve's
shaft as she sucked it, and my fingers sliding in and out of her
dripping cunt. The faster I probed lngrid's pussy, the harder she
sucked Steve's cock, and as he groaned and poured out his load into
her mouth, her thighs clamped shut over my hand and she climaxed
too.
We were far from firnished though. Steve pulled me onto my hands
and knees, knelt behind me, and pushed his shiny cock, still
dripping crearny cum, into my snatch. As he fucked me, lngrid
wriggled beneath me, face up so I could taste Sleve's cum from her
mouth as she kissed me. Her fingers moved to my cunt, pleasing
my pussy lips as they were stretched apart by Steve's rigid dick,
caressirng his halls and the base of his cock where it was slippery
with my juice. When he filled me up wilh jizz she kept her fingers
pressed against me so some of it ran down over her hand, then
brought it up to my face so I could suck the cream from her
slim finger's.
Needless to say, lrngrid designs lots of underwear for me these
days. I love her sexy designs -and trying them on always gives us
an excuse for another' wild and steamy sex session!
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