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Lingerie Party
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CUE: The Canadian Underground Erotic network
PROUDLY PRESENTS ...
"Lingerie Party"
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I was one of those girls in school who didn't mess around.
I certainly never went all the way with a guy. That's one of
the reasons I suppose that so many of us got married right after
graduation. I know that we were supposed to be the liberated
ladies of the Seventy's, but a lot of us still held on to our
mother's beliefs about holding on to our virginity until marriage.
Most of us were so sex starved, and tired of self pleasuring
that we jumped at the first guy who asked us to marry him. That's
what I did anyway, so did my best friend Cindy. Now, nearly
fifteen years later, most of the girls I went to school with are
divorced and living a wild single life.
Even Cindy, who I thought had a good married life had split
from her husband. I felt like the last bastion of monogamy and
marriage. It wasn't as though I had the greatest marriage ever
invented, it was just that I didn't know what else I could do. Ken
isn't a bad husband or any thing like that, it's just that he is on
the road so much these days, and when he does come home he's either
too tired to pay attention to me or there's a good game on the
tube.
I really have nothing to complain about, but I need the
physical attention that only comes from two people sex, yet with
all of the risks that come with indiscriminate sex, I sure as hell
didn't want to take a chance on a one night stand.
My social life had pretty well been reduced to nothing, what
with Ken away so often and my old friends having long moved on to
greener pastures. My idea of an evening out any more was the once
a month Tupperware parties.
I really don't know why I'm telling you all this, it's not
like I've cheated on Ken or anything, and I really don't think I
have to justify my actions to begin with. I guess I just wanted
to tell somebody about what happened last night.
It really all started a week ago when my best friend Cindy
called me up and invited me to a lingerie party. I said "A what?"
Cindy just laughed and repeated "A lingerie party. It's sort
of like your Tupperware parties but a whole lot more fun. Instead
of looking at new ways to store left-overs, you can see the latest
ways to dress up for the bedroom." I really didn't think I should
go, but Cindy convinced me that it would be fun, sort of a girls
night out and a chance for her and I to catch up on each other's
lives.
Well, I showed up at Cindy's door around nine last night, and
was pleasantly surprised to see that only about six other women
were there, none of whom I knew. Cindy introduced me to everyone
and then the woman who sells this stuff arrived.
Kelly was her name, and she was a pretty little thing with a
tousle of red hair. She had a bubbly personality, full of jokes.
The expressions on her face, when she told an off color bedroom
joke, had us all laughing in no time. She showed us all a bunch
of catalogs with lots of pictures of scantily clad models. Then
she opened up a suitcase and started to show us the latest in
bedroom toys.
I must have blushed right down to my toes when she hauled out
this massive black vibrator and said that it was the door prize of
the night and that she would pull a name out of a hat later to see
who had won it. Then she got to the serious stuff. Kelly said
"I know that catalogs will never convince you to buy any lingerie
because you will all think that it only looks good on models,
however, I have found that when everyday women such as yourselves
try them on and discover how good they really feel that all I have
to do is write up the orders. That's why I brought some samples
with me for you to try on!"
Kelly passed around an assortment of soft frilly lacy things
and asked who would be first to model for the rest. When no one
volunteered, Kelly said "Well I should be used to it by now, it
happens all the time. Whenever a group of girls gets together to
talk about underwear, no one wants to get undressed. I always
have to be the one to crack the ice." With that said she stood
up, unbuttoned her blouse and peeled it off and then stepped out
of her slacks. I was surprised to see that she was wearing nylons
and a garter belt. Her panties were the tiniest little things I
had ever seen, and her dark red pubic hair was curling out over
the top of them. I must have been blushing as dark as her hair,
as I tried not to stare at her bush. But when I raised my eyes I
realized that the silky bra she was wearing was nearly transparent.
She turned around in front of us, and as she did I could see
her nipples erect and proud. Kelly didn't have big boobs, but she
had nipples the size of grapes! It was then that I realized that
my nipples were stiff also!
Cindy then volunteered to be next and scooted out of the room
to change. When she came back a few minutes later she was wearing
a negligee that looked like it was woven out of shimmering moon
beams. I had always admired Cindy for staying in such good shape
after we left school, and I had tried to do the same, but not with
as much success as Cindy had. As she stood there in front of us,
modelling the negligee, I don't think any one would have believed
me if I had said she was thirty-five years old! With her long
dark hair rolling over her shoulders and her baby blue eyes, she
looked like a model out of one of Ken's men's magazines.
Cindy is not overly tall, but her thin body makes her appear
to be taller than the five foot six she is. Her boobs have a
little sag to them, but you have to allow for a little sag when you
have a D-cup, and Cindy had two of them!
When Cindy removed the 'jacket' part of the negligee, I heard
myself gasp as the breath caught in my throat. I could see now
why these outfits were such a turn on for men. Cindy was nearly
nude now. What she was left wearing was nearly completely
transparent! Except for a few sections that were doubled in
material, you could see right through the silky material she had
on. It clung to her like a second skin. The garment was just
thick enough around her nipples that I couldn't see their color,
but thin enough that I could tell that Cindy was well aroused.
Cindy was all on about how good it felt to be caressed in
satin and lace and took my hand and placed it on her butt.
"Doesn't it feel good Jean?" she asked. I tried to make a
joke out of it and said that it felt good and firm to me.
Everybody laughed at that and two of the other women went out to
change. Cindy sat down beside me holding my hand. I was blushing
though and couldn't look her in the eyes.
The other ladies took their turns modelling everything from
slips to camisoles and the evening was wearing on. Kelly insisted
that I had to model something and Cindy said she'd help me change.
We went to her bedroom and I told her that I didn't think I had it
in me to wear something so revealing in front of the other women.
"Oh, poor Jean" she said, "I keep forgetting that you've led
such a sheltered life." "Don't worry" she said "I'll be with you
all the way." With those words she undid my bra for me. I sighed
as the pressure was released from my tits, and as they felt the
cool air rushing over them my nipples got even harder. My boobs
aren't as big as Cindy's are, but I do have a nice pair of 36-B's
and they jut out like two rockets on a launch pad. My ass is nice
and trim also.
I felt Cindy's breath on my neck just before her finger tips
touched my ass cheeks. "Oh Jean" she moaned, as she nibbled on my
neck, "I can smell you sex juice up here." Her hands were busy
feeling my round ass, and when one of her fingers trailed along
the crack of my ass. I just moaned and leaned back against her.
She licked my ear as her hands came up to play with my tits.
She was groaning now as she kneaded by boobs and pulled at my
nipples. In my entire life I had never thought of having sex with
another woman, but this is what my body had been starved for so
long. I desperately needed the physical attention Cindy was giving
me. I turned around and searched her eyes for any sign that she
was not as serious as I thought, then before I could say anything
she kissed me hard and deep, her tongue sliding into my mouth like
molten lava.
We heard Kelly hollering for us to hurry up, so Cindy said
that we'd talk later, handed me an outfit and helped me get into
it. We rushed back downstairs and I modeled a perfectly decadent
outfit that was comprised of little more than two pieces of black
satin held together by little more than a prayer. It was supposed
to pass for a matching bra and panties set.
It seemed like forever before everyone had placed their
orders and changed again, but finally Kelly was closing up the
last of her suitcases and remembered to draw a name for the big
black vibrator. I thought I'd die of embarrassment when she
called out my name as the winner, but even as she was joking about
putting it to good use, my pussy was doing a dance all on its own!
Finally everybody was gone. Cindy started to say something
but I silenced her with a kiss. I have never made love to anyone
but Ken, and had never kissed anybody other than men. I was
surprised at my own passion. I didn't think I'd ever want sex so
badly, with my best friend even!
Cindy surprised me too. Her passion more than matched mine
as we tore each others clothes off. I was grasping and clutching
at her breasts as she tore off my panties, our mouths still locked
together. We came apart for a second as I stepped out of what was
left of my underwear, and Cindy led me to the big sofa where we had
held hands earlier. She started to trace circles around my nipples
with her tongue as her hand searched for my twat.
It didn't require any convincing on Cindy's part for me to
spread my legs and give her hand access to my hot and horny cunt.
Her fingers slid inside effortlessly and her thumb landed right
smack dab on my clit! I started to climax immediately as Cindy
rolled her thumb back and forth across my throbbing nub. Her
tongue had found it's way back into my mouth as I exploded again
and again. I thought I'd go crazy with all of this pleasure.
Cindy then started to trail her tongue down over my neck,
past my heaving tits, across my stomach and was headed for my
flooded gash. I held her head firm between my hands and was about
to tell her not to when she said, "Its alright Jean, I want to,
please let me." I let go of her head and started to moan and
groan as Cindy started to nibble and suck on my very sensitive
button. She used her hands to part the sea of pubic hair I have
and then sent a few fingers driving in and out of my cunt as she
continued to suck on my clit. Her free hand continued to stroke me
all over my body, from my boobs to my sensitive ass cheeks. I
climaxed again and again as Cindy fucked and sucked my cunt.
Finally I had to push her head away, I was so sensitive down
there! She looked at me inquisitively so I reached down and
brought our faces together.
Cindy's face was covered with my juices, and as we kissed I
could taste my own sex on her lips. That started my blood boiling
again as I started to lick her entire face clean. I swear I must
have bruised her big boobs the way I was mauling them, but Cindy
was moaning with pleasure. I licked on her nipples until they had
swelled to nearly twice their normal size. My hand had worked its
way down to her dripping snatch, and it felt awkward at first
trying to do to another woman what I was only used to doing to
myself, but pretty soon my hand found its rhythm and was mashing
itself in and out of her sopping cunt at a terrific rate. Cindy's
breath was quickened now as she approached her first climax, I
could resist the urge no longer, I had to taste her cum in my own
mouth! I moved in quickly, not quite aware of how to go about it
but realizing at the same time that what had made me feel so good
was probably what would make her feel good, so I locked my lips
around her clit and sucked on it for all I was worth. I was
rewarded with a face full of her honey as she writhed in delicious
ecstasy. I kept at her though, bringing her off a few more times
with my mouth and tongue. I was really felling my pace now as I
used my nose to part her cunt hairs and stuck my tongue deep inside
Cindy to allow more of her golden nectar to shower my face.
After a while we just lay side by side licking and kissing
each other. Before the night was through we had initiated my new
vibrator and showered together. We talked quietly into the night
while holding each other in a warm embrace. We realized all of
the fun we had missed for all these years and both of us vowed
never to let that happen again.
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