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Friendly Fantasy
by DirtyMindedMom
I just about jumped out of my skin when the doorbell rang. I’d invited my friend Sue over for tea, which didn’t account for how keyed up I was. It was the other thing I was planning to do during this little get together that had the butterflies swarming in my tummy. I promised myself I wasn’t going to chicken out, but I still didn’t know if I could really go through with it.
We exchanged a hug and friendly kisses on the cheek as soon as I opened the door. We’d only known each other for five years, but it felt like we’d been friends all our lives. As usual, she flooded me with the gossip I’d missed in the three days since I’d seen her last. I swear, that woman could talk all day without taking a breath! This could be annoying for most people, but I loved listening to her stories and always got a big kick out of her take on even the most mundane events.
As I sipped my tea and tried to keep up with the details of how awful her sister-in-law behaved at a rehearsal dinner for one of her husband’s relatives, I couldn’t stop thinking about her tits. She’d unexpectedly showed them to me last time she was here. It was impossible for me not to steal peeks at her cleavage and dream about seeing them again. We talked about sex before here and there, but only in general terms. She’d told me her sex life with her husband had waned over the past year and she was worried it was because he wasn’t as attracted to her as when she was younger. Sue was afraid that her boobs were too saggy and she was thinking about getting a lift. Before I knew what was happening, she had pulled up her shirt and bra and asked for my opinion.
I was embarrassed by this sudden display of nudity, but all I could do was stare. I’d been in the presence of naked, or partially naked, women only a handful of times in my life. It was always incidental, and I always averted my eyes. This time my friend was putting herself out there for the express purpose of me looking at her. My heart thumped as I openly gawked at her tits (a sight I never thought I’d see). I told that her breasts were perfect the way they were and that she’d be an idiot to risk surgery on those natural beauties. She wasn’t entirely convinced. I was surprised at how disappointed I was when she put them away.
Sue was just a conservative suburban housewife and mom like I was, and I was certain that she wasn’t some kind of kinky sex freak. I knew she was freer with her body than I was—she told me that she’d once gone to an all-nude beach—and I wanted to be more like her. Sue was the type who probably wouldn’t think twice about being naked in the common area of the ladies’ locker room, while I’d be hiding behind a dressing curtain to change.
We moved our tea party to the sofa in the living room, and even though I was nodding my head to show I was listening, I hadn’t heard a word she’d said for the past five minutes. I was about to decide to ditch my whole plan when her story came to an abrupt end, giving me an opportunity to open my big mouth.
“I bought some new outfits and I want to surprise Dave with one of them tonight,” I said too fast to come across as natural, “but I don’t know which one. If I try them on will you help me decide?”
“Fashion show? Awesome!”
The way I’d been planning it for the past two weeks, I intended to tell her up front what sort of outfits I was talking about, but I was too nervous to say anything more about it.
“Okay, great. Wait right here and I’ll go change.”
Sue clapped excitedly as I hurried out of the room. I could barely get out of my clothes and into my first outfit with my hands shaking as much as they were. A guilty voice in my head kept telling me this was a bad idea, but I wasn’t able to turn back. I checked my hair in the mirror and headed to the living room.
“Oh!” was Sue’s instant reaction as soon as I appeared.
I guess she wasn’t expecting to see me in the red lace teddy I was wearing.
“Whoa, mama! So it’s that kind of a fashion show, is it? All right.” Although she was surprised, it was obvious that she wasn’t the least bit upset or offended. I felt my face get warm as she looked me up and down. “Dave is going to love that.”
“You think so?” I asked without confidence. “I was worried it might be too…boring.”
“Turn,” she ordered, twirling her finger in the air.
I hesitated for a moment, then followed her instruction, holding my breath as I did.
“Ooo, a thong back. Nice.” She leaned forward slightly. “Very nice, Rachael.”
I wasn’t used to people ogling me, especially aother woman. I didn’t want to admit how much it was turning me on. I finished my slow spin and faced her again.
“It’s more comfortable than I thought it would be,” I said and fidgeted with one of the straps.
“It shows your curves nicely. You’ve got the body for it.” Sue looked like she wanted to say something else, but she held back. “I love it.”
“Okay, great. I have a couple others to compare.”
“Show me what you’ve got, mama.”
I hurried back to my room and changed as quickly as I could manage. This time I was feeling bold enough to put on a pair of high heels to get the full effect. I’d started with the tamest of my three new purchases.
I made my way along the carpeted floor of the hallway and wished it was hardwood instead so she could hear the sexy click-clack of my approach. When I entered the room I swear I saw Sue’s hand quickly move away from between her legs. I was so turned on that I was probably imagining things.
“Oh my God,” she exclaimed. “Look at you!”
I struck a model’s pose in my black g-string, half-bra, and sheer top. I knew it would look better with a hot pair of thigh-high stockings, but I didn’t have any (yet). Her eyes roamed hungrily over my nearly naked body, hovering conspicuously on my thinly veiled breasts.
“The back?” she asked in a somewhat husky voice.
I turned, knowing that it wasn’t the back of the outfit she wanted to see. I posed in a way that would present my ass in the most flattering light. Without really intending to, I found myself leaning forward, and then running my hand up my thigh provocatively. My sheer top came up with my hand, leaving most of my butt completely bare. I swore I heard Sue make a small “Mmmm” sound as I did this. When I turned back the sultry look of desire on my friend’s face induced an aching throb deep in my pussy.
“What do you think of this one?” I asked innocently.
“If I was your husband, I’d fuck you all night long if I saw you in that.” Sue had never used graphic language like that around me before. I liked it.
“Perfect! That’s exactly what I’m going for.” I had the urge to touch myself, but placed my hands firmly on my hips instead. “Want to see the last one?”
“Let’s do it.” The way she said it made me wonder for a second which way she meant that. I knew Sue wasn’t into women in that way, same as me, but also like me it seemed she was perfectly capable of being aroused by the female form.
I changed into my last article of new lingerie. It took me a bit longer to get it on and I worried that I was giving Sue too much time to have second thoughts or lose interest in my naughty little fashion show ploy. Either way, I knew that as soon as she went home I was going to indulge in an intense solo session with myself. I had anticipated that if I could go through with this idea that it would be exciting, but I had no idea it would have me practically dripping.
This time when I strode into the living room on my high heels there was no mistaking what Sue was doing while I’d been away. I saw her pull her hand out from the front of her jeans. It wasn’t the same quick, furtive motion of the first time, however. I suspected she wanted me to know that she’d been touching herself. The top button of her jeans remained tantalizingly undone and the zipper left down just an inch or two.
Sue looked up and her face brightened in delight at what she was seeing. I stood before her in a fishnet body stocking. I was all but naked. She licked her lips as she took in the sights. My nipples poked out conspicuously through two of the tiny holes in the outfit. I desperately wanted to tweak them, but was too shy to actually touch myself like that in front of my friend.
“Holy shit, Rachael, I thought only porn stars could pull off something like that. You look amazing.” Her enthusiastic reaction came across as sincere, which made it even more gratifying to hear. “And it’s crotchless?”
I nodded, feeling my cheeks go from warm to hot as a result of her calling attention to this feature of the outfit.
“Let me see,” she chirped as if it was a normal thing between friends.
I couldn’t believe she would ask that, but I was responding to her request before I could think about it. I bent my knees, parting them slightly, and tilted my hips toward her. This made the crotchless aspect of my body suit more obvious, but it also meant that I was openly displaying my pussy to my best friend for the very first time.
“Oh, wow,” was all she said at first as she stared between my legs. “Look at you…absolutely gorgeous.”
I was afraid she would be able to tell how excited I was from the way my engorged vulva swelled and the shine of wetness showing at the center of my crease, but at the same time I wanted her to know.
“And it goes around to the back also,” I pointed out in a shaky tone and turned. I bent over with my feet spread slightly apart knowing that she’d be able to see both my pussy and asshole from that angle. If it was my husband sitting there I would have reached around and spread myself open for him, but I didn’t dare do that with Sue.
“That is so fucking hot, Rachael. Dave is going to cum all over himself when he sees you in that thing.”
It was odd hearing her talking about my husband that way, but I can’t say it didn’t give me a perverse thrill. I straightened up and faced her again, suddenly distressed by the thought that my “fashion show” was about to be over. That’s when I noticed Sue’s hand pressed to her crotch.
“I’m not going to lie, girl, you made me horny as hell. It’s been three weeks since Phil and I did it, and you have no idea what kind of effect you’re having on me.” Her hand moved slightly between her legs and I could now see her nipples poking up stiffly from beneath her bra and blouse. “I’m sorry, but I really have to take care of myself, if you know what I mean.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing and didn’t have time to think about it.
“Oh! Okay, well, if you want to use my bedroom—”
“I don’t want to freak you out,” Sue interrupted, “but is it okay if I just do it here?” She slid her zipper down.
“No problem,” I said, unable to disguise how flustered I was. “I’ll give you some privacy.”
“I’d rather you didn’t.” Her hand slipped down into her panties. “You look so fucking sexy, Rachael.”
My brain was going in too many directions at once to be of any use.
“I don’t know…maybe I should…” The way her hand was moving left no question as to what she was doing inside her panties. It was freaking me out, as she’d suspected it would, but I didn’t want to leave the room.
This was exactly what I had feared might happen. Just because it was also what I had fantasized about didn’t mean I was at all prepared to deal with it. I couldn’t make up my mind about what I should do.
“That cat suit fits your body perfectly,” Sue purred as she leered at me. “And those come-fuck-me heels really do the trick.” She was giving herself over completely to the lust that my lingerie fashion show had induced in her. She thought she was just coming by for tea, and instead was treated to her normally shy best friend showing off everything she had right there in the living room. “I bet you’d look super hot squatting in that thing.”
I was too stunned to move.
“I’m sorry, Rachael,” Sue said when she saw I was frozen in place. “I know this is weird, but after seeing you showing off your body to me I thought that maybe…”
“Maybe?”
“That maybe you intended to turn me on like this.” Her eyelids fluttered and I had the distinct impression that she’d just inserted a finger inside herself. “I just want to look at you, that’s all.”
I tried to consider her words through a haze of conflicting thoughts and emotions. Only one thing was making itself heard above the rest.
Slowly, I squatted down.
With my knees splayed out in opposite directions, my crotch was on full display to my dear friend through the hole in my body stocking. My outer labia parted naturally in this position, as she knew it would, and my aroused inner lips, as modest as they were, dangled conspicuously.
“Oh, fuck, that looks crazy hot,” Sue gasped. Her longing expression left no doubt that she was being totally sincere.
“I never knew you were such a lesbian,” I teased.
“Am not,” she protested. “I was already horny as hell, then I come over here and you put on a damned live sex show. What the fuck did you expect?”
“Not this,” I answered honestly. “But if it would be more comfortable, I wouldn’t complain if you took your pants off while you admired my outfit.”
“Don’t mind if I do…” Sue didn’t waste any time shucking off her pants, then yanking down her panties without a second thought and tossing them aside.
I felt a tingle run up my back as I watched her. This was something I could envision happening on some wild night after we’d both had a little too much to drink, not in the middle of the day, stone-cold sober, with my girls due home from school in about an hour.
Sue, ever the uninhibited one, didn’t bother playing shy. As soon as she was naked from the waist down, she opened her legs wide, giving me an unobstructed view of her womanly charms. Her pussy was clean of hair. Although, from the shadow of dark stubble, it appeared she hadn’t shaved in several days. Somehow that only made it sexier for me.
Our eyes met and neither one of us had to say anything. We both knew this was something we wanted. Something we never dared admit to, but now that it was happening it seemed ridiculous that we hadn’t done it before now. Sue licked the tips of three fingers of her right hand and reached down to her pussy. I watched as she rubbed her clit with deliberate intent. I’d never seen another woman masturbate before. It felt like an exquisite privilege.
“Touch yourself,” she whispered with just enough emphasis for me to hear.
I wanted to do it, but there was still something holding me back. I wasn’t a lesbian, but we weren’t actually touching each other. Sue was my friend, and I didn’t want anything to change between us. I was turned on, and she was beyond aroused. What if anyone found out? Would my husband be angry if he knew I’d let my friend masturbate to my naked body? Would he say I was cheating if I pleasured myself in front of another woman? And, most frightening of all, would this lead to something more physical between Sue and me in the future? What boundaries would be off-limits if I gave in to my perverse desires?
“Finger your pussy for me, Rachael,” she begged seductively. “Show me how you like to touch yourself.”
She was showing me hers, so it only seemed fair that I show mine. I leaned back, propping myself on one arm. This caused my hips to angle upwards and gave Sue a wide open view of my exposed crotch through the hole in my bodysuit. She reacted with a needful groan and rubbed her pussy harder. My hand found its jittery way down between my legs. My finger touched my clit and sent a shockwave through my body. I tried to relax and began toying with myself like I would if I’d been alone.
The smell of sex was thick in the air. The moist scent of my friend’s pussy reached me and I was surprised how distinct it was from my own intimate fragrance. I breathed her in and could almost imagine what she might taste like. The wet sounds caused by her increasingly fervent manipulations set an erotic tempo that heightened my excitement. Sue wasn’t one to stay quiet. Every few moments she let out an ahh, an ohh, or an mmm yes. Just listening to her would have been enough to make me want to cum.
But the sight of her was even better. Sue was a dark-haired beauty. Her dark eyes were the definition of sexy. No, she didn’t have double-D boobs, or an ass like Beyoncé, but she had the kind of body that men notice when they see it. It was a body I’d noticed on several occasions, but never let myself truly appreciate for fear it would tempt me to places I wasn’t willing to admit I wanted to go. To see her long, supple legs spread wide as she lounged on my sofa was too much. To see her pleasuring herself in front of me as if I were a familiar lover was almost enough to make me cry.
“Your tits,” I heard myself saying. “Let me see your tits.”
“No,” she whimpered. “They’re ugly. All saggy and floppy.”
“And sexy as hell,” I insisted. “Ever since you showed them to me I can’t stop thinking about them. You’ve got beautiful tits, Sue, believe me.” I lifted my ass a little higher and slipped a finger inside my pussy to demonstrate just how horny I was over her. It must have convinced her.
Sue abandoned her pussy long enough to lift her shirt over her head. She then pulled the cups of her bra down, freeing her breasts. They did sag some, and they did flop side to side as she resumed playing with herself, but that’s what made them so beautiful. Sure, all of us want the high, firm tits that we had when we were teenagers, but there was a pair of tits that knew something about the world. There was a pair of tits that had lived, and loved, and had a story to tell. Those were the kind of tits I could imagine myself sucking, and licking and loving. I’d never wanted a woman before the way I wanted her.
“I’m going to cum, Rachael. So help me, I’m going to fucking cum any second now!”
“Me, too. I can’t believe how horny I am. I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
“I’ve done this with you a thousand times in my mind. You look so sexy right now, you horny fucking slut!”
I pounded my fingers into my cunt, unable to control myself. Sue did the same, shoving two fingers into her snatch and beating her pussy madly. Any hint of modesty and restraint was out the window as we worked our cunts across from each other with insane passion. Sue screamed first, lifted her ass up off my sofa and brandished her cunt at me like a crazed savage. Seeing her possessed by the throes of orgasm brought me to the same place. With my fingers plunging in and out of my cunt in a blur, stroking fiercely against my G-spot, I let out a wail and embraced the concussive release of an intense climax unlike any I’d known before.
I was screaming like a virgin cheerleader. Sue was grunting like rutting animal. We both withdrew into our private worlds of ecstasy and rode out our self-induced orgasms in our own way, with spontaneous expressions of bliss that were uncensored for the sake of the other. We both knew complete and unrestricted freedom in that moment. Our reality as a couple of boring housewives and mothers was suspended ever so briefly, and for a few precious seconds we were sex goddesses in command of the universe.
Sue was laughing. It was the most enchanting sound I’d heard in a long time. I was flat on my back trying to catch my breath and had to laugh too. It was silly and wonderful all at the same time. Two grown women, masturbating together, feeling as giddy as little girls discovering their pussies for the very first time. I almost regretting we’d done it because there would never be another first time for us. But I also wouldn’t have given it up for the world.
“This is all your fault,” Sue accused me from her limp sprawl on my sofa.
“You started playing with yourself first,” I countered.
“Only because you were flaunting your tits and pussy all over the place.”
“I only thought of it because you whipped you boobs out the last time you were here.”
“You’re such a filthy slut.”
“At least I’m not a dirty whore, like you.”
“Touché.”
I tried to will myself up to a sitting position, but I remained glued heavily to the carpet.
“I don’t think I’m done,” Sue murmured.
“The school bus will be here any minute,” I warned.
I heard the liquid sounds of fingers at work on a pussy. I forced myself up and watched as Sue brought herself off again in short order. The tortured faces she made as she coaxed another orgasm from her engorged cunt were not only sublime, but would haunt my fantasies for years to come.
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by DirtyMindedMom
I just about jumped out of my skin when the doorbell rang. I’d invited my friend Sue over for tea, which didn’t account for how keyed up I was. It was the other thing I was planning to do during this little get together that had the butterflies swarming in my tummy. I promised myself I wasn’t going to chicken out, but I still didn’t know if I could really go through with it.
We exchanged a hug and friendly kisses on the cheek as soon as I opened the door. We’d only known each other for five years, but it felt like we’d been friends all our lives. As usual, she flooded me with the gossip I’d missed in the three days since I’d seen her last. I swear, that woman could talk all day without taking a breath! This could be annoying for most people, but I loved listening to her stories and always got a big kick out of her take on even the most mundane events.
As I sipped my tea and tried to keep up with the details of how awful her sister-in-law behaved at a rehearsal dinner for one of her husband’s relatives, I couldn’t stop thinking about her tits. She’d unexpectedly showed them to me last time she was here. It was impossible for me not to steal peeks at her cleavage and dream about seeing them again. We talked about sex before here and there, but only in general terms. She’d told me her sex life with her husband had waned over the past year and she was worried it was because he wasn’t as attracted to her as when she was younger. Sue was afraid that her boobs were too saggy and she was thinking about getting a lift. Before I knew what was happening, she had pulled up her shirt and bra and asked for my opinion.
I was embarrassed by this sudden display of nudity, but all I could do was stare. I’d been in the presence of naked, or partially naked, women only a handful of times in my life. It was always incidental, and I always averted my eyes. This time my friend was putting herself out there for the express purpose of me looking at her. My heart thumped as I openly gawked at her tits (a sight I never thought I’d see). I told that her breasts were perfect the way they were and that she’d be an idiot to risk surgery on those natural beauties. She wasn’t entirely convinced. I was surprised at how disappointed I was when she put them away.
Sue was just a conservative suburban housewife and mom like I was, and I was certain that she wasn’t some kind of kinky sex freak. I knew she was freer with her body than I was—she told me that she’d once gone to an all-nude beach—and I wanted to be more like her. Sue was the type who probably wouldn’t think twice about being naked in the common area of the ladies’ locker room, while I’d be hiding behind a dressing curtain to change.
We moved our tea party to the sofa in the living room, and even though I was nodding my head to show I was listening, I hadn’t heard a word she’d said for the past five minutes. I was about to decide to ditch my whole plan when her story came to an abrupt end, giving me an opportunity to open my big mouth.
“I bought some new outfits and I want to surprise Dave with one of them tonight,” I said too fast to come across as natural, “but I don’t know which one. If I try them on will you help me decide?”
“Fashion show? Awesome!”
The way I’d been planning it for the past two weeks, I intended to tell her up front what sort of outfits I was talking about, but I was too nervous to say anything more about it.
“Okay, great. Wait right here and I’ll go change.”
Sue clapped excitedly as I hurried out of the room. I could barely get out of my clothes and into my first outfit with my hands shaking as much as they were. A guilty voice in my head kept telling me this was a bad idea, but I wasn’t able to turn back. I checked my hair in the mirror and headed to the living room.
“Oh!” was Sue’s instant reaction as soon as I appeared.
I guess she wasn’t expecting to see me in the red lace teddy I was wearing.
“Whoa, mama! So it’s that kind of a fashion show, is it? All right.” Although she was surprised, it was obvious that she wasn’t the least bit upset or offended. I felt my face get warm as she looked me up and down. “Dave is going to love that.”
“You think so?” I asked without confidence. “I was worried it might be too…boring.”
“Turn,” she ordered, twirling her finger in the air.
I hesitated for a moment, then followed her instruction, holding my breath as I did.
“Ooo, a thong back. Nice.” She leaned forward slightly. “Very nice, Rachael.”
I wasn’t used to people ogling me, especially aother woman. I didn’t want to admit how much it was turning me on. I finished my slow spin and faced her again.
“It’s more comfortable than I thought it would be,” I said and fidgeted with one of the straps.
“It shows your curves nicely. You’ve got the body for it.” Sue looked like she wanted to say something else, but she held back. “I love it.”
“Okay, great. I have a couple others to compare.”
“Show me what you’ve got, mama.”
I hurried back to my room and changed as quickly as I could manage. This time I was feeling bold enough to put on a pair of high heels to get the full effect. I’d started with the tamest of my three new purchases.
I made my way along the carpeted floor of the hallway and wished it was hardwood instead so she could hear the sexy click-clack of my approach. When I entered the room I swear I saw Sue’s hand quickly move away from between her legs. I was so turned on that I was probably imagining things.
“Oh my God,” she exclaimed. “Look at you!”
I struck a model’s pose in my black g-string, half-bra, and sheer top. I knew it would look better with a hot pair of thigh-high stockings, but I didn’t have any (yet). Her eyes roamed hungrily over my nearly naked body, hovering conspicuously on my thinly veiled breasts.
“The back?” she asked in a somewhat husky voice.
I turned, knowing that it wasn’t the back of the outfit she wanted to see. I posed in a way that would present my ass in the most flattering light. Without really intending to, I found myself leaning forward, and then running my hand up my thigh provocatively. My sheer top came up with my hand, leaving most of my butt completely bare. I swore I heard Sue make a small “Mmmm” sound as I did this. When I turned back the sultry look of desire on my friend’s face induced an aching throb deep in my pussy.
“What do you think of this one?” I asked innocently.
“If I was your husband, I’d fuck you all night long if I saw you in that.” Sue had never used graphic language like that around me before. I liked it.
“Perfect! That’s exactly what I’m going for.” I had the urge to touch myself, but placed my hands firmly on my hips instead. “Want to see the last one?”
“Let’s do it.” The way she said it made me wonder for a second which way she meant that. I knew Sue wasn’t into women in that way, same as me, but also like me it seemed she was perfectly capable of being aroused by the female form.
I changed into my last article of new lingerie. It took me a bit longer to get it on and I worried that I was giving Sue too much time to have second thoughts or lose interest in my naughty little fashion show ploy. Either way, I knew that as soon as she went home I was going to indulge in an intense solo session with myself. I had anticipated that if I could go through with this idea that it would be exciting, but I had no idea it would have me practically dripping.
This time when I strode into the living room on my high heels there was no mistaking what Sue was doing while I’d been away. I saw her pull her hand out from the front of her jeans. It wasn’t the same quick, furtive motion of the first time, however. I suspected she wanted me to know that she’d been touching herself. The top button of her jeans remained tantalizingly undone and the zipper left down just an inch or two.
Sue looked up and her face brightened in delight at what she was seeing. I stood before her in a fishnet body stocking. I was all but naked. She licked her lips as she took in the sights. My nipples poked out conspicuously through two of the tiny holes in the outfit. I desperately wanted to tweak them, but was too shy to actually touch myself like that in front of my friend.
“Holy shit, Rachael, I thought only porn stars could pull off something like that. You look amazing.” Her enthusiastic reaction came across as sincere, which made it even more gratifying to hear. “And it’s crotchless?”
I nodded, feeling my cheeks go from warm to hot as a result of her calling attention to this feature of the outfit.
“Let me see,” she chirped as if it was a normal thing between friends.
I couldn’t believe she would ask that, but I was responding to her request before I could think about it. I bent my knees, parting them slightly, and tilted my hips toward her. This made the crotchless aspect of my body suit more obvious, but it also meant that I was openly displaying my pussy to my best friend for the very first time.
“Oh, wow,” was all she said at first as she stared between my legs. “Look at you…absolutely gorgeous.”
I was afraid she would be able to tell how excited I was from the way my engorged vulva swelled and the shine of wetness showing at the center of my crease, but at the same time I wanted her to know.
“And it goes around to the back also,” I pointed out in a shaky tone and turned. I bent over with my feet spread slightly apart knowing that she’d be able to see both my pussy and asshole from that angle. If it was my husband sitting there I would have reached around and spread myself open for him, but I didn’t dare do that with Sue.
“That is so fucking hot, Rachael. Dave is going to cum all over himself when he sees you in that thing.”
It was odd hearing her talking about my husband that way, but I can’t say it didn’t give me a perverse thrill. I straightened up and faced her again, suddenly distressed by the thought that my “fashion show” was about to be over. That’s when I noticed Sue’s hand pressed to her crotch.
“I’m not going to lie, girl, you made me horny as hell. It’s been three weeks since Phil and I did it, and you have no idea what kind of effect you’re having on me.” Her hand moved slightly between her legs and I could now see her nipples poking up stiffly from beneath her bra and blouse. “I’m sorry, but I really have to take care of myself, if you know what I mean.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing and didn’t have time to think about it.
“Oh! Okay, well, if you want to use my bedroom—”
“I don’t want to freak you out,” Sue interrupted, “but is it okay if I just do it here?” She slid her zipper down.
“No problem,” I said, unable to disguise how flustered I was. “I’ll give you some privacy.”
“I’d rather you didn’t.” Her hand slipped down into her panties. “You look so fucking sexy, Rachael.”
My brain was going in too many directions at once to be of any use.
“I don’t know…maybe I should…” The way her hand was moving left no question as to what she was doing inside her panties. It was freaking me out, as she’d suspected it would, but I didn’t want to leave the room.
This was exactly what I had feared might happen. Just because it was also what I had fantasized about didn’t mean I was at all prepared to deal with it. I couldn’t make up my mind about what I should do.
“That cat suit fits your body perfectly,” Sue purred as she leered at me. “And those come-fuck-me heels really do the trick.” She was giving herself over completely to the lust that my lingerie fashion show had induced in her. She thought she was just coming by for tea, and instead was treated to her normally shy best friend showing off everything she had right there in the living room. “I bet you’d look super hot squatting in that thing.”
I was too stunned to move.
“I’m sorry, Rachael,” Sue said when she saw I was frozen in place. “I know this is weird, but after seeing you showing off your body to me I thought that maybe…”
“Maybe?”
“That maybe you intended to turn me on like this.” Her eyelids fluttered and I had the distinct impression that she’d just inserted a finger inside herself. “I just want to look at you, that’s all.”
I tried to consider her words through a haze of conflicting thoughts and emotions. Only one thing was making itself heard above the rest.
Slowly, I squatted down.
With my knees splayed out in opposite directions, my crotch was on full display to my dear friend through the hole in my body stocking. My outer labia parted naturally in this position, as she knew it would, and my aroused inner lips, as modest as they were, dangled conspicuously.
“Oh, fuck, that looks crazy hot,” Sue gasped. Her longing expression left no doubt that she was being totally sincere.
“I never knew you were such a lesbian,” I teased.
“Am not,” she protested. “I was already horny as hell, then I come over here and you put on a damned live sex show. What the fuck did you expect?”
“Not this,” I answered honestly. “But if it would be more comfortable, I wouldn’t complain if you took your pants off while you admired my outfit.”
“Don’t mind if I do…” Sue didn’t waste any time shucking off her pants, then yanking down her panties without a second thought and tossing them aside.
I felt a tingle run up my back as I watched her. This was something I could envision happening on some wild night after we’d both had a little too much to drink, not in the middle of the day, stone-cold sober, with my girls due home from school in about an hour.
Sue, ever the uninhibited one, didn’t bother playing shy. As soon as she was naked from the waist down, she opened her legs wide, giving me an unobstructed view of her womanly charms. Her pussy was clean of hair. Although, from the shadow of dark stubble, it appeared she hadn’t shaved in several days. Somehow that only made it sexier for me.
Our eyes met and neither one of us had to say anything. We both knew this was something we wanted. Something we never dared admit to, but now that it was happening it seemed ridiculous that we hadn’t done it before now. Sue licked the tips of three fingers of her right hand and reached down to her pussy. I watched as she rubbed her clit with deliberate intent. I’d never seen another woman masturbate before. It felt like an exquisite privilege.
“Touch yourself,” she whispered with just enough emphasis for me to hear.
I wanted to do it, but there was still something holding me back. I wasn’t a lesbian, but we weren’t actually touching each other. Sue was my friend, and I didn’t want anything to change between us. I was turned on, and she was beyond aroused. What if anyone found out? Would my husband be angry if he knew I’d let my friend masturbate to my naked body? Would he say I was cheating if I pleasured myself in front of another woman? And, most frightening of all, would this lead to something more physical between Sue and me in the future? What boundaries would be off-limits if I gave in to my perverse desires?
“Finger your pussy for me, Rachael,” she begged seductively. “Show me how you like to touch yourself.”
She was showing me hers, so it only seemed fair that I show mine. I leaned back, propping myself on one arm. This caused my hips to angle upwards and gave Sue a wide open view of my exposed crotch through the hole in my bodysuit. She reacted with a needful groan and rubbed her pussy harder. My hand found its jittery way down between my legs. My finger touched my clit and sent a shockwave through my body. I tried to relax and began toying with myself like I would if I’d been alone.
The smell of sex was thick in the air. The moist scent of my friend’s pussy reached me and I was surprised how distinct it was from my own intimate fragrance. I breathed her in and could almost imagine what she might taste like. The wet sounds caused by her increasingly fervent manipulations set an erotic tempo that heightened my excitement. Sue wasn’t one to stay quiet. Every few moments she let out an ahh, an ohh, or an mmm yes. Just listening to her would have been enough to make me want to cum.
But the sight of her was even better. Sue was a dark-haired beauty. Her dark eyes were the definition of sexy. No, she didn’t have double-D boobs, or an ass like Beyoncé, but she had the kind of body that men notice when they see it. It was a body I’d noticed on several occasions, but never let myself truly appreciate for fear it would tempt me to places I wasn’t willing to admit I wanted to go. To see her long, supple legs spread wide as she lounged on my sofa was too much. To see her pleasuring herself in front of me as if I were a familiar lover was almost enough to make me cry.
“Your tits,” I heard myself saying. “Let me see your tits.”
“No,” she whimpered. “They’re ugly. All saggy and floppy.”
“And sexy as hell,” I insisted. “Ever since you showed them to me I can’t stop thinking about them. You’ve got beautiful tits, Sue, believe me.” I lifted my ass a little higher and slipped a finger inside my pussy to demonstrate just how horny I was over her. It must have convinced her.
Sue abandoned her pussy long enough to lift her shirt over her head. She then pulled the cups of her bra down, freeing her breasts. They did sag some, and they did flop side to side as she resumed playing with herself, but that’s what made them so beautiful. Sure, all of us want the high, firm tits that we had when we were teenagers, but there was a pair of tits that knew something about the world. There was a pair of tits that had lived, and loved, and had a story to tell. Those were the kind of tits I could imagine myself sucking, and licking and loving. I’d never wanted a woman before the way I wanted her.
“I’m going to cum, Rachael. So help me, I’m going to fucking cum any second now!”
“Me, too. I can’t believe how horny I am. I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
“I’ve done this with you a thousand times in my mind. You look so sexy right now, you horny fucking slut!”
I pounded my fingers into my cunt, unable to control myself. Sue did the same, shoving two fingers into her snatch and beating her pussy madly. Any hint of modesty and restraint was out the window as we worked our cunts across from each other with insane passion. Sue screamed first, lifted her ass up off my sofa and brandished her cunt at me like a crazed savage. Seeing her possessed by the throes of orgasm brought me to the same place. With my fingers plunging in and out of my cunt in a blur, stroking fiercely against my G-spot, I let out a wail and embraced the concussive release of an intense climax unlike any I’d known before.
I was screaming like a virgin cheerleader. Sue was grunting like rutting animal. We both withdrew into our private worlds of ecstasy and rode out our self-induced orgasms in our own way, with spontaneous expressions of bliss that were uncensored for the sake of the other. We both knew complete and unrestricted freedom in that moment. Our reality as a couple of boring housewives and mothers was suspended ever so briefly, and for a few precious seconds we were sex goddesses in command of the universe.
Sue was laughing. It was the most enchanting sound I’d heard in a long time. I was flat on my back trying to catch my breath and had to laugh too. It was silly and wonderful all at the same time. Two grown women, masturbating together, feeling as giddy as little girls discovering their pussies for the very first time. I almost regretting we’d done it because there would never be another first time for us. But I also wouldn’t have given it up for the world.
“This is all your fault,” Sue accused me from her limp sprawl on my sofa.
“You started playing with yourself first,” I countered.
“Only because you were flaunting your tits and pussy all over the place.”
“I only thought of it because you whipped you boobs out the last time you were here.”
“You’re such a filthy slut.”
“At least I’m not a dirty whore, like you.”
“Touché.”
I tried to will myself up to a sitting position, but I remained glued heavily to the carpet.
“I don’t think I’m done,” Sue murmured.
“The school bus will be here any minute,” I warned.
I heard the liquid sounds of fingers at work on a pussy. I forced myself up and watched as Sue brought herself off again in short order. The tortured faces she made as she coaxed another orgasm from her engorged cunt were not only sublime, but would haunt my fantasies for years to come.
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