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The Yellow Sundress
© Titania Midsummer - 2016
Chapter 2 - Orientation
Judy slept fitfully that night, but by morning had made some decisions.
She drove to the town where few people knew her. There she bought some
condoms, 'Be prepared, like a boy scout,' she thought. She also shopped
for some attractive, and rather expensive, underwear and nightwear.
Returning to the village she went back to the boutique and bought that
summer dress. It was yellow and white with a neckline that showed off
her breasts and a skirt that swayed as she walked. She was still good-
looking with a trim figure, not at all over-weight. Back home in the
mirror her reflection told her that. "Well, if I can't catch Adam,
perhaps I can catch some other young man," she thought. But really, she
just wanted that slim fawn-like boy.
That afternoon, wearing her new yellow sun-dress, she sat on the porch
looking at the street. Should she go looking for him? Was it all a
foolish woman's fancy? If they had an affair, what would the neighbours
say, what would the whole village think? Common sense said nonsense. On
one side was what purported to be an antique shop, but in reality was a
hobby for an elderly couple who lived in the back. Only once had she
ever seen anyone leaving with a purchase. On the other side lived two
middle-aged men, possibly gay, possibly cousins, she neither knew nor
cared. They seemed to spend their time crafting jewels and knick-knacks
out of semi-precious gems for sale to craft shops and tourist traps.
Opposite was the blank wall of a warehouse. The village as a whole was
genteel hippy; not the kind to care about or condemn sexual
peccadilloes.
Of course he came. Wearing t-shirt and board shorts he was walking
hesitantly past her place and looking. He was going to turn back till
she waved and beckoned him inside. No need to call out and get
everyone's attention.
This time tea was more relaxed. They chatted. She asked about the
surfers he mixed with. He admitted he was not close to any of them.
Acquaintances all, rather than friends. "No girl friends?" she asked.
"Not really," he replied. "There are only a few girls surf with us, and
not everyone is a girl."
This really surprised her. "Really! Tell me more." "Well," he went on,
"consider Katie, she surfs mornings, then waitresses lunch and dinner.
Same restaurant as me actually. Seems she was once a boy and changed,
though you could hardly tell. It makes no difference to the rest of us.
She's just another surfie. Though I wouldn't want to date her." And he
grinned.
"What about gays? Are some of the guys gay?" She left the real question
unspoken, but he answered it for her. "Yeh, there's two or three who
are. They've cruised me but it's not my thing. Good guys though, I've
got nothing against them."
'Well,' she thought, 'seems like they come in all flavours out there
where the surf is breaking. Let's find out what flavour he really is.'
And she decided then to push hard. She stood up. "Do you like my new
dress? It's the one you recommended." He nodded his approval. She went
on "I just don't know what it looks like from the back. Now please do me
a favour and model it so that I can see."
"You mean put it on? I think I'd feel silly."
"Of course not. I'm not going to laugh, and it's only for a moment." And
before he could object further she had unzipped the back, dropped it
down, and stepped out of it. She had chosen underwear of a thin cotton-
silk blend. A cream-coloured lacy bra and what they call boy shorts;
snug low-on-the-hip undies with the shortest of legs. Through the
material one could just make out the aureole round her nipples and the
shadow of her hair between her legs. She hoped he was impressed.
She picked up the dress and modestly held it in front of herself. "Now,
if I'm going to see how this dress looks from the back, you have to have
the right shape and walk. So take off your t-shirt." He looked puzzled.
"Go on. Take it off." A command he could hardly refuse. "Put this on;
else the dress will hang all flabby and loose." And already she was
wrapping a white bra around him. Once clipped on she stuffed it with a
pair of socks, gave the mounds a pat, and said, "That's about my size."
Leaning down, showing off her still firm boobs, she kicked off her
sandals. Not super high heeled but not flat either. "You could walk on
the balls of your feet, but these will make it easier."
By this stage Adam had either resigned himself to putting up with an
embarrassing situation, or was pretending to but was secretly enjoying
himself. She suspected the latter from the bulge in his shorts. In any
case he slipped the sandals on, and dutifully raised his arms to have
the dress dropped over him. She turned him away so as to zip up the
back.
The dress fitted quite well. She noted approvingly that the bra straps
were hidden under the wide shoulder straps, and that the back was not
cut so low as to show the back of the bra. The hem was straight.
"Now walk away from me. Head towards that doorway." Which was actually
the open door to her bedroom. So that he can see what's coming.
As he walked she marvelled at his grace. He had a natural swing of the
hips which made the hem sway, and he hardly needed the heels. He was
walking on the balls of his feet anyway. He might have been hamming it
up but it turned her on. She could feel her vulva swelling and
moistening. She wanted to envelope him, consume him, suck him in, devour
him.
When he turned around he was blushing. It made her heart thump. Prettier
than a girl! she thought. But she said, "That's looks good. Come back
and walk there again."
She paused, then pursued him on her bare feet; like a lioness's silent
rush onto an unsuspecting calf. She reached him as he passed through the
bedroom door. Sensing her he turned, their bodies met, she put her arms
round him. The was a moments pause, then she murmured, "Let me unzip
you". Reaching up she slowly trailed her fingernails along the small of
his back either side of the zip. He thought she was going to pull the
zip down, but instead her hand kept going up to the back of his head and
pulled his head to hers. So their lips just naturally met.
It was late in that long kiss that she unzipped him and pulled back a
little to let the dress fall down around his ankles. As it fell to the
floor she pushed him. Not expecting that he stumbled back, caught his
foot in the material, and fell across the bed. Her bed. It was a double
with a headboard of fancy iron scroll-work.
She leant over him, slipped her fingers inside the waistband of his
board shorts. "Lift your bottom" she ordered. He did as he was told. As
she drew off both the shorts and the swimmers underneath. She gave the
tip of his already swollen penis a quick kiss, then washed her hair over
it. He twitched with pleasure. She found a condom under the pillow and
rolled it on.
Stepping back and standing straight she removed her bra and the matching
boy shorts. She made no move to remove the sock-stuffed bra that he was
wearing. It pleased her to see him constrained that way. It amplified
her sense of being in control.
She mounted the bed, straddled him, and presented each breast in turn to
his mouth. Under her instruction he licked and sucked and softly nibbled
her nipples. Then she guided his hand to her slit for him to gently
squeeze her clitoris.
She held herself back for what seemed an age, but was probably only a
few minutes. Then unable to wait any longer she enveloped him, sucked
his phallus deep inside her where her strong vaginal muscles rolled
around him like the surf over a rock.
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