I had just got out of the shower when I heard my doorbell chime. When I checked my phone, I saw a delivery driver standing and waiting, cap pulled down to shade their eyes.
“Just coming,” I spoke into the microphone and pulled my satin robe around my shoulders. I fastened the sash as I hurried down the stairs.
“I need a signature for this,” the driver eyed me lazily, then his gaze caught hungrily on the planes of my soft white skin visible at the neck of the robe and my smooth bare legs beneath the hemline. It was nice to be appreciated, but all my grooming was not for him.
I took the gadget he held out to me and used my finger to sign electronically for the parcel. What could it be? I hadn’t ordered anything. I shut the door and leaned against it as I ripped open the seal to reveal a beautiful box embossed with a black lace border. Colour me intrigued.
Hurrying back to my bedroom, I laid the box on the bed and lifted off the lid, revealing pristine sheets of creamy tissue paper. My heart began to thud in my chest, and my excitement mounted higher as I parted the tissue to reveal an item of the most gorgeous lingerie I’ve ever beheld: A cream satin and lace corset with suspenders attached. I scooped it out of the box and ran to the mirror, pressing it against my body and squealed.
I already knew my kind benefactor before I heard the text alert.
“You just got a delivery,” it read. “Does it fit?”
Anna’s message was as prompt and efficient as its sender. I hurried to answer, my thumbs feeling clumsy from the adrenaline.
“Thank you,” I replied. “About to try it on. Picture?”
My mind was already considering which stockings would look best against the cream, and I was rifling through cellophane packets when Anna texted her reply.
“No. If it fits, wear it today. See you at 12PM. Room 203.”
Anna knew my body better than me, I thought with a blush. I selected coffee-coloured nylons and sheer high-waisted panties to match the creamy corset. I unscrewed the lid on the pot of body lotion that matched the perfume I’d already spritzed on my pulse points and began massaging it into my legs. It was important for my skin to be smooth so as not to snag the delicate stocking fabric, but I was also thinking of Anna touching me. Thinking about her heated gaze and fingertips navigating my naked flesh was making my head spin. As I massaged the lotion further up my thighs, my pussy started tingling.
Don’t peak too early! I scolded myself, turning my attention to my buttocks and hips. Too late. The touchpaper was already lit, my imagination flared to life: us girls in lingerie, thoughts of me and Anna entwined on the bed in our college apartment, exploring each other’s bodies by candlelight. I bit my lip and closed my eyes, but the pictures kept rolling: Anna surprising me in the shower. That time she’d rubbed my nipples with a coarse loofah until I was nearly screaming with desire. Anna coming home from a disastrous date with a guy and ordering me to kneel at her feet and eat her out because the film they’d watched made her horny.
My eyes flew open and landed on the lipstick-sized vibrator on my nightstand. Should I just get myself off before catching the train? It might calm me down, these memories were getting me revved up, but looking at the clock confirmed there wasn’t time.
Instead, I finished rubbing in lotion, stepped into the panties, and smoothed the nylon stockings up my legs. I leaned forward to tip my small breasts into the cups of the corset, I fastened its hooks and eyes, then admired myself in the mirror.
I had that French boudoir look going on, nipped in at the waist, and my boobs offering two buxom swells from the shaped cups. Slipping on the black pencil skirt I’d planned to wear, I teamed it with a silk and lace confection of a blouse. I liked how a faint hint of the underwear showed through. I would flaunt my gift and knew Anna would appreciate it.
There was just time to twist my hair up in a style that was fancier than how I wore it at work. I was slipping on nude court shoes when the taxi sounded its horn.
Once aboard the train and heading into the city, I could relax and was free to daydream. I’d chosen a seat in a quiet carriage so I wouldn’t be bothered by people making calls on their mobiles. Now, the fields and towns speeding by lulled me back in time.
I met Anna in my second year of nursing training. She was petite, dark-haired, funny, and confident — my polar opposite. I remember she came and sat beside me at a party and whispered, “Pretend I just said something funny.” Then she laughed and put her hand on my arm.
Her touch was like a brand, it sizzled against my skin and awoke butterflies in my belly. I had been admiring Anna from afar and wishing I could conjure up the courage to talk to her.
Of course, I laughed, and her eyes sparkled with gratitude. She put her head so close to mine that I could smell that she’d been drinking rum and cola.
“What’s your name?” she asked.
“Eva,” I told her. “And you’re Anna.”
Her lips parted in surprise that I knew it already, and perhaps I should’ve played it cool, but I felt like a star had come to sit beside me.
“I think we have some classes together, Eva.” She gave me a grin. “So don’t be a stranger, save me a seat.” And that’s how our friendship began.
In our third year, we decided to share accommodation, and that’s when things got hot and heavy. She was dating a medical student who had a reputation as a total stud, but Anna confided in me that he had a big dick but no technique.
“If only he would take his time loving me,” she whined one night when she came home and found me folding laundry and listening to a true crime podcast.
“You know, not tits, tits, squeeze bum, rub clit, fuck.”
That made me laugh so hard that I choked on my tea; she had to pat me on the back.
“That’s really his routine?” I asked while my eyes still watered.
Anna had not removed her hand, and she continued to rub slow circles on my back. It was comforting and warm, but it was making my aureola tighten.
“Yep,” she nodded, “not even a nipple suck, and absolutely no hope of him licking my pussy.”
“Boo!” I agreed, giving her medical stud the thumbs down.
“I mean, I’ve had a Hollywood wax for nothing,” she pouted out her bottom lip, which I longed to bite and suck it into my mouth while I kissed her.
“Did it hurt?” I asked, getting widespread tingles thinking about her pussy.
“Only a little more than a leg wax,” Anna shrugged. “Want to see it?”
Yeah, I did, but before I could answer, she hiked up her dress and kicked off her panties.
“I think it makes my pussy pretty,” she giggled.
We both admired the tiny thatch of short curls that remained on her mons, with everything around it totally smooth. The flesh of her labia looked plump and pillowy. Without thinking, I licked my lips.
“What do you think, Eva?” Anna was studying me with her head tilted to one side and an impish grin on her face.
My throat went dry as a desert, and I was lost for words. My flush went from the tips of my toes to my hairline, but in a nanosecond, I was turned on, bright as a hundred watt light bulb.
“Beautiful,” I managed to gasp.
Anna’s ebony eyes swept my face. “Are we… having a moment Eva?”
I may be shy, but I wasn’t stupid. “I think so, yes,” I said with a whoosh of breath.
“Well then, fair’s fair… I’ve shown you mine, I need to see yours,” Anna quipped, looking significantly at my plain black leggings.
My pussy was not waxed — in truth, it was overdue for a ‘landscape’ — but my pulse was pounding too hard in my veins to worry about that. I pulled off my leggings and my slouchy socks in one move, revealing lacy hipster knickers with a blue ribbon trim.
“I did wonder,” Anna appraised me, “If the collar matches the cuffs. You are a true redhead,” she exclaimed with a saucy wink. “So I am guessing your nipples are either peachy or pink. May I see?”
“Only if I can see yours,” I bargained, my pussy swelling under her hungry appraisal of my body.
“Want to guess first?” she teased, pausing her nimble fingers in the midst of unbuttoning the dress.
My hair caught as I raised the sweatshirt over my head, revealing the mismatched white bra I was wearing beneath it.
“Um — a few shades darker than your skin,” I ventured, then reached to unfasten the clasp, and let my breasts spill forward.
Anna was enacting a spellbinding striptease, swaying as if to music as she revealed her tawny flesh by tempting increments. It’s quite possible my mouth hung open, but my body was ablaze with excitement to see more.
“Your tits are lovely,” she sighed, “you should show them off more. Look at your figure, your ass is so ripe and curvy.”
I couldn’t tear my gaze from what Anna was showing me when she finally let her dress fall to the floor. She was totally naked, and her lithe body was slender and smooth, with a peachy backside.
“You could be a model,” I said dreamily as I stepped into her space. Anna was a magnet drawing me in.
“Not tall enough,” she said matter-of-factly, “now shut up and kiss me.”
And that’s how our affair began.
When the tinny voice from the train’s PA system announced that we were approaching the city terminal, I shook off my reverie and rose from my seat. I smoothed down my tailored skirt, feeling the bumps of the suspenders beneath the fabric, and a tremor of excitement ran through me. Not long to wait now. Anna and I video-called as often as we could, but busy jobs and living far apart meant we could only meet in person about four times a year.
As I sashayed along the platform, my breasts jiggled within the lace confines of the bustier. A stolen glimpse of myself in the sheen of a shop window confirmed I looked sassy and chic, no longer the gauche lesbian novice that Anna had once known. I’d happily laid my inexperience at her feet as a gift. Teach me, my goddess, show me everything that brings you pleasure.
Anna taught me everything, from how to kiss with just a hint of tongue, whether I should stroke or pinch, how a tongue can suckle or lap but also probe, and how fingers can fuck just as hard as an engorged cock. A throb ran through me, and I bit my lip, my lust making it hard to walk. Should I hail a cab? Maps said it was a two-minute walk — surely I could last the distance without wilting on the pavement in a puddle of desire!
I barely noticed the polished decor of the hotel lobby, passing the well-heeled guests without a second glance. Hurrying to the lift, I stepped inside and pressed the button that would take me to the correct floor, and my beloved in Room 203. My heart thudded as I checked my hair and lipstick in the mirrored wall, Anna liked everything pretty and perfectly placed.
The corridor was empty. I walked to her door, my high heels sinking into the luxurious carpet then I knocked and waited.
Her heart-shaped face blazed with happiness, and she welcomed me.
“Eva, you look beautiful! Let me drink you in…”
I stood, allowing her to survey my outfit just as hungrily as I appraised hers: she wore a little black sleeveless dress that clung like a second skin, her legs were sheathed in nylon stockings with black heels to complete her elegant outfit.
“Tres chic!” she exclaimed as she pulled me close into an embrace.
I felt her breasts press against mine and sighed, breathing in the warm jasmine and bergamot of her subtle perfume. At last, I had her in my arms.
“Did my gift fit you?” She pulled back to regard me with her mahogany eyes that were bright with anticipation. “No — don’t say a word, I’m thrilled by the suspense!”
She hadn’t changed, she still loved surprises that came in beautifully wrapped packages.
“Well, this is a treat,” I exclaimed, admiring the luxurious suite she had booked for the day. The sitting room had cosy wing-backed chairs and highly polished occasional tables, and the door stood open to a bedroom with pristine linens on its large, sumptuous bed.
“Something from the mini-bar?” Anna asked me, and the sway of her curvy backside nearly hypnotised me as she stepped towards the cabinet.
I watched, enraptured, as she bent at the waist to retrieve two cut-glass tumblers, her skirt tightening over the peachy orbs of her taut buttocks. I had to catch my breath. If I was an angel, I was already falling from grace because I wanted to sink my teeth into that curvy rump and do some wicked things to my girl. For now, I waited patiently as she poured two fingers of amber whisky into each glass. Anticipation and titillation were intrinsic parts of our game plan.
“You look thirsty,” Anna said with a smirk as she passed me my drink.
Her lip curled with mischief, and I got that low-belly flutter again. Anna made me feel like a dog drooling for a bone. I was addicted to her body, and my fix was within reach. I smiled and sipped my drink, enjoying the silky burn of it on my tongue.
“I have been looking forward to this for weeks,” I conceded.
I took in her perfectly styled hair, held back with jewelled clips, and her pretty manicure as she gestured with her hands. She was telling a risqué story, and a grin played at the edges of her eminently kissable mouth. I was only half listening, my primitive brain distracted by her silky tapered legs as she crossed them and leaned towards me. I mirrored her gesture, and notes of her perfume assaulted my nostrils, but with glee, I detected the smell of her arousal too. It made me bite my lip and move to the edge of my seat.
“You’ll never guess what I discovered in our favourite shop,” she told me while I imagined those pouting lips pressing kisses against my body.
“The one we used to visit in Brighton?” I tried to stay in the moment.
“The very one. It’s online now, with a discrete postal service.” She arched a perfect eyebrow. “Kegel training weights. They’re so pretty, each one shaped like a cherry.”
My lips parted in surprise because my imagination was a flurry of images and thoughts of her sliding the weights inside with those dainty fingers, and training her perfect pussy to become tighter.
“They’re so sexy to wear.”
As she said this, Anna touched my arm and leaned close, whispering words in my ear, and the frisson I derived from that warm brush of her breath against my neck nearly undid me. I took a large gulp of whisky to steady myself but only succeeded in making my head spin more. I blinked, and when I opened my eyes Anna had risen to stand behind my chair. She bent down to kiss me, a scorching pressure of the lips accompanied by the tickle of her tongue, as lithe as ever, claimed my mouth.
“I only took the cherry out minutes before you arrived,” she sighed as she drew back, “and I’m as randy as a rabbit for you.”
That’s all it took. I rose from my seat and enfolded her in my arms, our embrace no longer coquettish. We were all tongues and tasting, grasping and groping each other, pulling our bodies close enough that I would wear her like a dress if I could.
Anna was as desperate as me, stealth be damned. In moments, I’d unbuttoned my blouse, and she was gazing at the beautiful corset she gifted me that morning.
“Fuck, you look delicious,” she growled, tugging it down so my breast popped over the top of the frothy lace-trimmed cups.
She palmed my tits in eager hands, and I groaned into her mouth as we locked lips again. She knew how to perfectly massage and tweak so that I started groaning and writhing my hips. I’m in absolute awe of how she plays my body, as if I’m a curvy cello and she knows every way she should pluck my strings to evoke beautiful music.
She tugged my skirt to bunch around my waist and rubbed the front of my sheer panties. It felt so good that I gasped out loud.
“Still, my little slut? Good,” she praised me.
I rucked up her dress, and I was rewarded with a vision of her cafe-au-lait stockings and creamy suspenders snaking under high-waisted panties. I could gaze at her all day, but the saucy look she threw amped up the heat of my needs.
“Wait here, but you may touch yourself,” she instructed me, then walked into the bedroom.
Anna stepped behind a screen, and I heard the susurration of the zip before that little black dress came off and was draped over the dark wood. She was teasing me by putting on a show, and as I stroked myself through my panties, I was aware of the wet heat of my pussy. Anna bent forward, sticking out her rounded backside like a burlesque dancer, and removed her knickers in one smooth movement. I appreciated the classic waspie my beloved had chosen, how it nipped in her waist and hugged her hips. Above it was a coffee and cream demi bra that barely contained her breasts, those dark nipples kept peeping out from the soft fabric. Her thighs were smooth and shapely, and I longed to run my fingers up the sheeny nylon of her stockings.
“Don’t tease me, come closer,” I moaned, still rubbing circles over my clit, but parting my thighs to slide one finger inside myself.
“See anything you like?” Anna flaunted her body, swaying her hips as she stepped towards me.
“Everything,” I murmured.
She licked her fingers, offering them for me to suck on, before slipping her hand into the front of my knickers to discover how very wet I was for her. Dropping to her knees, Anna pulled at the sides of my skirt, and I wiggled my hips to help her drag it down my legs. She touched me the way she knew I liked, just the right balance of tease and exploration, and I was aflame with lust.
She rose to stand, and I leaned in to rub my boobs against hers; our nipples rubbing together sent sparks of passion into my core. Using her suspenders as handles, I drew her pelvis against mine, urgently needing more friction and interaction. My fingers explored her peachy bum as we kissed.
“I’m taking you to bed,” she purred in my ear and threw an arm around me to walk towards the bed, our hips bumping gently. “You won’t need these,” she told me, lowering to a crouch to yank down my knickers, “but the shoes should stay.”
As I sank to the bed, she sat beside me, running a tongue over my decolletage and bending her neck to suck my nipples to glistening points.
“Touch me,” she said, “I’m jonesing for you.” Then, as I pressed my fingers between the heat of her folds, she took my other hand and suckled on my fingers, still sticky with my juices. “Always so eager,” she sighed, then settled her back against the pillowy expanse of the king-size bed.
I knew what I wanted, so I crawled between her parted thighs to lick and lap at her. She tasted sweet and tart, and I couldn’t get enough of the juices that trickled from within to gather on my tongue and smear my lips. I slid my finger into her hole, and it was tighter than I remembered, just as it should be from wearing the cherry-shaped weight. I rubbed her clit with the flat of my tongue, pressing and mashing to spark a hundred hot sensations, and Anna writhed against my face.
She held my head in place, so I’d keep licking and sucking, eager to pleasure her until she cried out, “Too good,” and released me.
“Let me make you come,” I pleaded, sliding one finger inside her again. When I drew it back, I held a second alongside it, slipped both into her and sought her G-spot with a curling action.
“I’m close already,” Anna grunted, reaching to splay her fingertips against her clit, she rotated them in tight circles.
I used every oral trick I knew while maintaining a rhythm of pumping my fingers into her. Her moans of pleasure told me we were hitting the spot and my pussy fluttered in sync with her building tension.
“Fuck me doggy style,” Anna pleaded, wriggling and rotating on the bed until she was kneeling on all fours and her ass was tilted towards me.
“Gladly,” I told her, and admired the view of her pussy flesh, pink and glistening for me to plunder.
I, too, rose up on my knees, thrusting into her with rigid fingers, using my whole arm to put weight behind the momentum.
“Uhh, uhh, uhh,” Anna’s moans turned me on so much, and at this angle, she could rub and tease her clit while I pounded her from behind.
I watched the rapture on her face; her rosebud lips were parted, and her eyes had almost closed in ecstasy as she teetered on the brink of shattering. More, faster: she didn’t need to say it, my body was in tune with hers, my muscles tightening and my breath shortening as she pursued her climax, hunting it down like a puma closing in for the kill.
“Ahhhh,” she cried out, and her body was thrown into a series of erratic jolts by the strength of her climax.
My fingers were still buried in her pussy, and the fleshy walls contracted around them, a real squeeze, not just a flutter, and I was in awe. I allowed her a few moments to savour the internal ripples, gently stroking the length of her back and the smooth planes of her thighs. As Anna began to come back to herself, she turned her face towards mine for a kiss.
“Give me some sugar,” I teased and lifted her fingers to my mouth.
After I’d sucked happily on her tangy emissions, I pulled her hand down to my pussy, just as eager to claim my prize. I parted my thighs and closed my eyes, all the better to soak up the sensations as Anna worked her magic. She started off by kissing the tops of my stockings.
“I like these,” I could almost hear the grin in her voice, “you chose almost the same colour as me.”
I know what you like, was what I said in my mind, because her mouth mashed against mine in a kiss that was so sizzling, if it were a dance it would be a tango, all frenzy and passion, pride and power.
Her fingers slotted into my hole, two of them, I guessed. She continued to plug me, driving them in and out until I began losing control while raining down kisses until my lips were buzzing and swollen. I sensed she was leaning over me because her thrusts became harder and her perfume filled my nostrils. I added my fingers to the melee, rotating them against my puffy clit while Anna’s slender digits formed a tight bunch with which she fucked me.
“Let it all go!” Anna urged, never relenting on the rhythm as she drove into me.
I arched my body upwards, my head pressed back into the covers, almost dangling off the edge. I tilted my hips too, using my feet to can’t them at an angle, desperate to feel more, take more of the sensual sensations. My body curved like a bow, straining to capture every sparkling pulse of pleasure that danced through my veins.
“I’m falling,” I cried out and reached for Anna with a gasp of emotion. I clasped her to my heaving chest, our breasts crushed between us as I climaxed. My legs spasmed, attempting to flutter together like butterfly wings and draw the good sensations deep within.
As my body stammered and pulsed, I was showered with kisses, Anna petted my nipples with her lips and held me close enough to imprint her DNA into mine. She wouldn’t let me fall, my girl would always catch me.
“That was beautiful,” I told her, blinking my eyes against the daylight that streamed into our room.
“Yes,” she agreed, “just what I needed. You haven’t lost your touch.”
“Neither have you,” I pushed myself up to sitting.
“A little more Scotch?” she asked me.
“I will if you will,” I giggled, secure in the knowledge that we had all afternoon to pet and play. That was only round one of our highly-anticipated interlude of debauchery.
Anna returned with a glass for each of us and perched on the edge of the bed. She was still wearing her lingerie, yet her breasts were on full display.
“Tell me more about these weighted cherries,” I quirked my eyebrow at my lover, “Perhaps I want a set for myself.”
“You won’t regret it,” Anna chuckled, “the results are phenomenal!”
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