Joined: 26 May 2006 Posts: 4548 Location: Nottingham Uk
Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 11:43 am Post subject: Next part
Things warm up somewhat in this part
Laura readily agreed to go with me to Mrs V’s for the next fitting and promised that she would not ‘leave me alone for a minute’. Naively, I thought this meant I was safe from any more embarrassment, something I convinced myself I was pleased about, at least during the day. At night I was having rather intense dreams about Mrs V and her magic hands, waking up rather damp every morning.
The day of the fitting was particularly busy for me, not time to drink much at all, so I was grateful that I was meeting Laura in a coffee shop, grateful for the two large cold drinks that I downed as we chatted. We were in the middle of some pointless, but juicy gossip, when Laura pointed to her watch and said, ‘Come on, we’re late, Mrs V hates people to be late’, ‘I’ll just go to the loo’, I said, ‘No time now’, Laura insisted and dragged me out of the shop, leaving money on the table, rushing me the two streets to Mrs V’s door and up to her workshop.
As we piled through the door, Mrs V looked up from the sewing she was working on and said, ‘So, I hope you are not going to be early for your wedding too!’. According to the clock on her wall, we were ten minutes early, what was Laura up to? ‘Better make a start’, Mrs V muttered, ‘Come on girl, get these clothes off, you, go get coffee’. Laura twitched a little, ‘I would rather Laura stayed here Mrs V’, I said firmly. ‘Stay, go, what do I care, come on get your top off, why so shy, I’ve seen them before you know’. I didn’t think it was a good time to point out that she had done rather more than see them, just now. Instead I stripped to my knickers, the ones identical to my wedding knickers, slipped on my shoes and waited. Mrs V stood in front of me, examining my breasts closely, muttering quietly ‘Nice, nice, pretty puppies, sweet buds’, then stood on the chair to drop the dress carefully over my head. I went to button it, ‘No, No, you make dirty’, she chided, slipping behind me, putting on her gloves and buttoning me, her hands taking considerable advantage of the inner slopes of those ‘puppies’ as she did. ‘Now, can we see the buttons?, she asked. ‘No, good, and when we do this?’ and reached round and tweaked both nipples firmly, immediately causing me to get quite damp, as peeked over my shoulder.
‘Mrs V’, I squeaked, rather shocked that she would do this in front of Laura, then when neither of them replied, ‘Laura, did you see what she did?’ ‘Oh! don’t worry hun, she always does that, its part of the service’. Laura, standing beside me, laughed then, ‘Anyway, you can hardly blame her, they are rather fine’. As she said this, I noticed she, too, was wearing gloves. Then she reached across me, looking at Mrs V, asking ‘Like this?’ and gave my nipples a gentle tweak. If Mrs V’s actions had made me damp, having my best friend play with my nipples was getting me seriously wet. ‘No, No, like this?’ Mrs V replied, tweaking again, then taking Laura’s fingers and using them to tweak, ‘Like that’. Lara tweaked again, firmer, ‘Laura’, I protested, ‘Don’t be silly, I know you like it, you liked it well enough last time, when you let Mrs V do it for twenty minutes. You didn’t know I was watching most of it, did you?’ I shook my head, shocked into silence, ‘I got some great pictures, too! What would whatsisname think of those I wonder?’ saying this, she started to slide her hands over the whole of my breasts, exploring their soft texture and weight, through the dress. ‘Time for fun later’, Mrs V said, firmly, ‘Now do fitting’.
For the first time, I looked at the dress, it was perfect. The bodice clung to and enhanced my breasts, the full line of the skirt emphasised the femininity of my hips and bottom, so that my waist seemed neater than it ever had before, The material shone in the bright lights, the length and fit were perfection. Mrs V fussed and tugged and fiddled until, at last, she seemed happy. ‘You happy, you want any changes?’ ‘Its perfect’. ‘Good, now you pay price’, Mrs V said smiling broadly. ‘You want more money?’ ‘No, no, not money. Bargain we made, I said I would make you dress, then make you very happy, made dress, now make happy!’. I could hear Laura laughing, ‘I am happy, the dress makes me happy’, I stammered. ‘Oh but Mrs V will make you much happier yet’, my traitorous friend responded. ‘No make happy, no get dress’ Mrs V threatened. Whether I would have given in to the blackmail, just to get the dress, I don’t know, but the truth was, I, more than half, wanted Mrs V to ‘make me happy’, in fact, had Laura not been there, I would probably have just closed my eyes and let her do anything she wanted, without any threat. With the threat, I had the perfect excuse. They unbuttoned me, making a performance of it, that had my p*ssy boiling, before I was out of the dress, then, standing in my knickers, in front of the three way mirror, with Laura looking on, I watched Mrs V move behind me and run her gloved hands, all over my back, down to my bottoms. She muttered all the while, ‘Lovely, soft skin, firm, warm flesh, lucky man, lovely touching’, on and on, as she explored me through my, now sodden, panties, then slid her hands around me, up my belly, over the mounds of my breasts, pulling me hard towards her and beginning to manipulate my nipples, taking me rapidly to the point of cumming, then edging away. ‘Not too quick, not quick at all. Laura’.
Laura stood then, right in front of me, looking into my eyes, then began to strip, dumping her skirt, virtually ripping off her blouse, unclamping her bra, standing at last, in just blue lacy french knickers. ‘Now’, she breathed, ‘you don’t get to cum, until you make me cum, just with my nipples, like Mrs V does’. With that, she grabbed my hands, and placed them onto her small, high, pink tipped breasts. As soon as my fingers touched them, her nipples sprang into life, tiny hard hot nubs, beneath my spread fingers. ‘I’ve always wanted to know what it would be like to have you do this’, she whispered, then kissed me hard, tongue probing my mouth. ‘Not like that, Miss Silkie, like this’, Mrs V commanded, pinching and kneading me again for a few moments. My hands copied her movements, almost by themselves, my inner heat rising like some rocket, until she stopped. Now, I concentrated on Laura, thumb and finger of each hand, tweaking and rubbing, as I had been shown, other fingers, exploring the small, soft, warm orbs, feeling the outline of the glands beneath skin and fat, touching and tickling, on and on.
Laura’s attack on my mouth eased, as she became more distracted by my activities, and the heat I presumed they were causing between her legs, until it was I who was kissing her, tongues one minute, chewing her lower lips the next, sipping kisses the following one, but try, as I did, and even with several reminders on technique from Mrs V, I couldn’t make her cum. Until I remembered her saying that she, like me, liked to have her breasts nipped and bitten. I took my mouth from hers, ran kisses down her throat, upper chest and down to her right breast, using my hand to raise it to my mouth, then I sucked as much of it in as I could manage, tongued the nipple hard for a couple of minutes, then let it slip, slowly out until my mouth contained the nipple and not much more and began to nibble and bite. ‘Ohhhhhh’, she groaned, ‘Oh god, ohhhhhh’. I switched to the other breast, repeating the action, biting harder this time, while kneading the whole right breast with one hand, rubbing and pinching her nipple with the other. ‘Harder, harder’. I bit down quite hard, then sucked hard enough to cause a major hickey, as she began to whine and moan. ‘God, yes, god yes’ Laura screamed, her face and neck flushed, her eyes closed, head thrown back in ecstasy, at the same time as Mrs V said, ‘More gentle now, hands and more gentle’, then began to manipulate my nipples, softly. I steadied my pace, maintaining that look on Laura’s face as my own excitement slowly rose. Laura’s orgasm went on for maybe five minutes, then Mrs V said, ‘Silkie stop now, Laura, mouth’. I let go of Laura then, as Mrs V’s hands began to work seriously, my legs beginning to shake, as I got closer and closer, then Laura took my left nipple from her, sucked it into her mouth, as I had done and sucked, just as Mrs V began to use both hands on my other breast and the first sharp jag of orgasm shot through my pussy. I felt my knickers flooded, as that wave hit me, then the next and the next, their hands and mouth, then mouths, taking me to peak after jagged peak until I literally collapsed onto the floor.
Joined: 26 May 2006 Posts: 4548 Location: Nottingham Uk
Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 9:00 am Post subject: Re: oh no
Jennifer B wrote:
SarahGirl wrote:
Jennifer B wrote:
Oh god this story is making me wet I'm gonna have to wear a padded bra today so no one notices my erect nipples...of course on the other hand....
Another story theme presents itself
You mean like.....Jenn goes braless in a see through blouse...
I was thinking of something just a little less obvious - Jennifer in the Library reading a story, in a light bra and skimpy top - her 'response' attracts the attention of librarian, who also reads ............... how does that seem?
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