Free Girls!
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The bag went back to its owner on Saturday with a new pair of stockings in that I had carefully worn and then taken off to try and hide the fact that they were brand new. I had to suppress a blush as Vicky thanked me for holding on to it for her as I was imaging what she looked like wearing the gear contained in it and what she looked like with the dildo firmly embedded in her teenage cunt!
‘Err, you didn’t look inside did you Sophia?’ Vicky asked, catching my blush.
‘Well, yes. I looked inside to see if I could find out who owned it. I figured out that it was you from the size of your leather coat. I like your top.’ I said without thinking and blushing furiously.
Vicky blushed back, which made me feel a little less embarrassed.
‘Thanks. My boyfriend bought me all the gear. I thought you might be shocked if you’d looked inside and I was a little nervous about coming in today.’ she said.
‘Oh, not at all dear.’ I replied blushing again. ‘Nothing wrong with a bit of dressing up in private is there?’
‘Private? Oh. Oh, no. Nothing wrong.’ she stammered smiling.
‘You go out wearing that?’ I gasped, figuring out why she was smiling.
‘Yes. Not to normal clubs though. My boyfriend is a member of a private fetish club. In fact I met him on the Internet in a fetish chat room. He took me the other week and bought me all that gear to wear. It’s fairly modest compared to what some people wear!’ she explained.
‘Well I never’ I said, sounding like my mother ‘What do you do once you’re in the club?’
‘Well it’s like a normal club really, you know, a bar with music and dancing. People like to watch and be watched in their fetish gear. There’s quite a lot of touching and flirting but it’s against club rules to go too far. Against the law in fact!’ Vicky told me, her eyes blazing.
‘You sound like you had a great time!’ I smiled.
‘I did. I was so turned on by it all. I’m surprised I’m talking to you about it though. We all figured you were a bit of a prude. Sorry, that sounds really rude. I didn’t mean any offence.’ Vicky blushed again.
‘No offence taken! I am err, was a lot of a prude until recently. I’m just beginning to realise that there might be more out there then my dull life lets me see. And now I’m saying too much so I’m going to get you back to work and finish this paper work!’ I laughed.
‘OK. If you want to know anymore then please ask’ Vicky said as she headed back to the shop.
I sat back in my chair feeling flushed and aroused again. I’m not as naïve as I think I’m sounding in this. I’m aware of people that enjoy kinky sex and I’ve never really seen anything wrong with it if you’re ‘that’ sort of person. I always assumed I wasn’t and neither were any of my friends and family. In fact I guess I assumed that because of my friends and family I couldn’t be like that. I dressed in middle aged, middle class clothing when I was a teenager and have always been careful not to ‘get out of control’ when drinking. This new, kinky side of me was obviously there and hidden. I began to wonder about the fetish club that Vicky had told me about and what it would be like to walk across the floor in see through clothing with hundreds of eyes on me. I shook my head to get rid of the image before I totally wasted the day and got back to work.
I drove home that night via the supermarket and bought myself several pairs of black, white, tan and fishnet stockings. I decided that I wasn’t going to wear tights again and sod what my mother thought of women who wear stockings. Obviously I didn’t want my husband to find out because I hate arguing with him and hid them under some boxes of tampons, which I knew he would avoid like the plague. I felt like a schoolgirl sneaking home with something forbidden!
We were going to the theatre that evening so I wore one of my button fronted, cotton summer dresses with a pair of tan hold up stockings underneath. The dress is nice but not really sexy. I spent a couple of minutes in front of the mirrors in the spare room lifting my skirt to reveal my stocking tops and undoing buttons to show more flesh. Eventually I sighed and did all the buttons up then, on a mad impulse, removed my knickers and hid them under the bed.
I felt so sexy as we walked to the taxi and the cool evening air billowed up my skirt and across my naked bottom and cunt. My husband was as dull as ever, holding doors open for me and offering me his arm. In the back of my mind was a voice asking ‘do you love this man?’ I was ignoring it for the moment because I was afraid of the answer. I wondered how he would react if I placed his hand on my bum so he could feel that I was virtually naked underneath my skirt. I wondered if he would get turned on if I whispered ‘I’m not wearing any panties’ to him when the play started.
I made myself concentrate on what was happening on the stage and quite enjoyed the play once I made myself forget that I wasn’t wearing any panties. During the interval I walked to the toilet and found myself watching people far more intently than I ever had before. Wondering what the various couples I saw in the theatre got up to in bed. What, if any, fetishes they had. My mind was swimming with new thoughts that I was both embarrassed and thrilled by. Again I made my self concentrate on the play and forget my body, something I was getting better at. It was at this point, and prompted by something in the play, that I started thinking there were two sides to me. Sophia was the dull, middle class frumpy prude and Alison (the name of one of the characters in the play) was my new, wild side. The two must be kept separate although Alison would always be underneath Sophia like she was tonight. Sophia was sat with her dull husband watching a play, Alison was sat next to a stranger wearing a pretty dress and no panties and thinking how nice to would be to stick a dildo in her cunt and make herself orgasm so hard she fainted!
We got home and made love in the same boring manner. I laid back and waited for it to be over so I could go into the spare room and pleasure myself. My husband soon finished and was snoring away before I got up to go and clean myself up, aided by the two whiskey and soda’s he had before we came to bed. I headed straight into the spare room instead of cleaning up in the bathroom first. I pulled the stockings I’d been wearing earlier on to my legs and switched on the light, admiring myself in the mirrors again. I thought I was getting better at posing, certainly looking sexier than I had just a week ago. I knelt down in front of the mirrors and pushed my fingers into my cunt, feeling my husband’s semen in there. I pulled my fingers out and put them in my mouth without thinking. I quickly licked them clean then greedily plunged them into my wet cunt again. For a second time I sucked my fingers clean of cum, wondering what the big deal was about not swallowing semen, as it tasted fine to me! I continued finger fucking myself and licking my fingers for a few minutes before I finally plunged two fingers into myself and left them there, using the other hand to rub my clitoris. I came fairly quickly, my orgasm making me shudder. When I’d finished I licked my hands clean again and put my nightgown on then went back to bed.
For several weeks I spent my free time at home during the day dressing up in my clothes and trying to make them look sexier than they were. I wore stockings instead of tights and quite often went out without panties on. I trimmed my pubic hair to improve the view in the mirror when I was masturbating. I often walked around the house naked, exposing myself through the back windows in the hope (and dread) of the rear neighbour seeing me. I longed for a sex toy of my own but couldn’t figure out how to buy one. I had an Internet connection at home but didn’t know enough about how it worked to cover my tracks in case my husband checked up. Besides we have a joint account and he would spot the purchase. I knew I could hide whatever I bought in the wardrobes in the spare room as my husband never went in there but couldn’t for the life of me work out how to buy one. I was sitting in my office on Wednesday morning mulling over this dilemma when I noticed Vicky’s name on a bit of paperwork I was ignoring. I remember her parting words. ‘If you want to know anymore then please ask’
Vicky only works for me on a Saturday as she’s a University student and busy during the week but I had her mobile phone number. I pulled it up on my computer then sat and looked at it for almost an hour working out what I would say to her. Finally I rang the number then hung up on the first ring. I held the phone on the cradle and jumped off the chair when it rang under my hand.
‘Hello?’ I said answering it.
‘Hi, you just rang my mobile but I missed the call.’ Vicky said in my ear.
I almost told her I’d got the wrong number I was so nervous. I took a deep breath and said:
‘Hi Vicky, it’s Sophia.’
‘Oh, hi Sophia. What’s up?’ she replied cheerfully.
‘Err, nothing. Well, nothing with the shop. I wanted to talk to you about something else. To do with what we talked about the other week when you picked your bag up from me.’ I said haltingly feeling like a fool.
‘Oh yes? I remember. I can’t talk at the moment though; I’m just heading for a lecture. Do you want to meet up for a drink or something? Or I could meet you in the shop later if you’re working. I’ll be free for the day by 12:30’ she said, still cheerfully.
‘How about lunch?’ I asked.
‘Oh yes, that would be cool. Where? Do you know anywhere private, assuming you want to talk about what I think you want to talk about?’ Vicky said in a low voice.
‘Oh Christ, I hadn’t considered that! Err, how about you come to my home and I make something. There will be no one here until 6. I can pick you up if you can’t get here’ I said quickly.
‘No problem, I have a car. I know more or less where you live but not the exact address.’
I gave her my address and she said she’d be there around 12:45. I finished what I was doing in the then drove home with my heart in my mouth. Again I tried to think what I would say to her and what I would ask! Obviously she knew I was interested in the Fetish scene but not what exactly. How was I going to tell her I wanted to find out where to buy a dildo from without my husband finding out!
I needn’t have worried as Vicky arrived on time and her chatty, intelligent personality soon put me at rest as we made some sandwiches then sat on the patio enjoying the afternoon sunshine. Vicky was dressed in a little denim skirt that showed off her long legs and a tight vest top that pressed against her braless breasts. I was dressed in a lemon summer dress that was pretty but made me look 10 years older than I am in my opinion. I was wearing a bra but no panties but this was forgotten in my nervousness about what I had to talk to Vicky about. We chatted for an hour before Vicky finally worked the conversation around to what I wanted to talk to her about.
‘So, you wanted to ask me something about the Fetish scene. Well, I assume that’s what you wanted to talk about since you keep going bright red!’ she teased.
‘Sorry. I didn’t know whom else to ask. I couldn’t use the Internet because my husband might find out and I really want to buy one’ I stammered, almost in tears.
‘Sophia are you OK? What are you trying to buy?’ Vicky said getting off her chair and leaning over to hug me.
The hug did it, it was the first honest caring contact I’d had with another person in years and I confessed all to Vicky. I told her about opening her bag and trying on her clothing, I told her about finding her dildo and using that. I confessed about the state of my marriage and sex life and how much I longed for change. When I’d finished she hugged me again and kissed my forehead.
‘I thought the stockings were a different pair. You didn’t quite match them… the elastic on the tops was slightly different. I don’t mind though, in fact I’m really happy that my mistake led you to discover this side to yourself.’ Vicky said gently.
‘So what can I do to help you? What do you want?’ Vicky continued.
‘I want… err… I don’t know. A sex toy for a start, I’m longing for that at the moment. I’d love some clothes like yours but I’m afraid that I’d only wear them to wander around the house in!’ I said, feeling much better. It would appear that confession is good for the soul!
‘Well, I can sort that out straight away. My friend runs lingerie parties in the evenings and she’s having one on Saturday night at another friend of mine. I’m sure no one would mind if you came along. In fact I’ll ring and check straight away if you’re free.’ Vicky said enthusiastically.
As it happens I was free on Saturday night as my husband was away on a golf weekend with his dull friends. I almost said no out of habit but decided to find out more.
‘What kind of lingerie?’ I asked.
‘The kinky kind!’ Vicky laughed, ‘and they do sex toys. It’s like an Anne Summers party if you’ve ever been to one of them but run by a different company. The quality of the stuff is good though and it’s not a bad price. Oh, and the girls that will be there are a friendly lot. Mostly students but some are grown ups like you!’
I laughed at that and told her I was only 29 despite the fact that I dressed like I was in my 40’s! I said yes I’d go and she rang her friend to arrange it.
‘Oh, cool. See you Saturday then’ Vicky said hanging up, ‘the house is the other side of town but I’m getting a taxi across so I can have a drink. Would you like me to stop and pick you up? We’d have to pass the end of your road from my house to get there anyway.’
‘What time? What should I wear? Why am I so nervous all of a sudden!’ I said in a rush.
‘Calm down Sophia, it’s only Wednesday! Just wear what you’re comfortable in, no one will be dressed in fetish gear, it’s not that kind of do!’
Vicky went on to explain that the girls attending the party weren’t into the fetish scene and were just going along to get drunk and have a laugh and maybe buy a thong or a peep hole bra (I had to get her to explain what a peep hole bra was, much to my embarrassment) or a vibrator that they’d never use. I started to relax and look forward to the whole thing. We chatted for another hour, just getting to know each other really and I found myself really enjoying her company. I realised just how dull my other friends were with their talk of babies and prices in the shops and how their boring husbands were doing at work.
Saturday was busy as usual and it didn’t seem like any time before I was locking the shop and heading home. I’d hardly had a chance to say anything to Vicky all day, even though we were working together and I realised I was really nervous. I’d spent the previous evening working out what to wear. It was still the middle of summer and going to be a warm night so I decided on a pair of loose fitting cotton trousers and a strappy top I’d bought for a holiday in Spain but never worn because I couldn’t wear a bra underneath the top and my husband had been mortified. The soft cotton felt great against my nipples as I pulled it on and I watched them get hard in the mirror. I’d tried the trousers without underwear but they were very transparent, another reason I’d not worn them, so I wore a pair of ivory, silky French knickers under them. I looked in the mirror and thought I looked my age, which was a great improvement on my normal attire.
Vicky arrived at 7:30 wearing a short leather skirt that sat low on her hips, the black, calf length boots that I’d worn and a short vest top that exposed her belly button. She, like me, was braless. Her long, red hair was free from its usual ponytail and she looked fabulous.
‘Wow, you look great Vicky’ she said as I opened the door.
I blushed and muttered that she looked good too then locked the door and got in the taxi. It was only a short ride to the house, not enough time for me to get really nervous, but I still noticed my hand was shaking when I got out of the cab. I paid the cab fare and we walked into the house, Vicky shouting hello through the open door. We were the last to arrive and the other guests were sitting around drinking ice-cold marguerites and chatting. The living room looked out over a garden and the patio doors were thrown open to let what little breeze there was in. There were 7 other women in the room, making 10 of us in total with Vicky’s friend the party organiser. I introduced to the room and quickly lost track of the other girl’s names. I accepted a marguerite from Janet whose house was hosting us and sat on the sofa. To my relief it was as Vicky had described, everyone was wearing ‘normal’ clothing. In fact Vicky was the only one wearing what I’d consider sexy clothing. Everyone else was smart but casual like me.
Dawn, the party demonstrator, started by introducing herself and telling us a bit about the clothing company she was working for. Then the underwear was brought out and Dawn went into her sales pitch on some of the items. Everything was lacy, see-through and very brief and I was getting a thrill looking at it and from Dawn’s sexual innuendo laden sales pitch. The fact that my glass kept getting topped up helped too as I was drinking far more than I usually do. It didn’t seem to matter and the other girls were getting as tipsy as I was. Dawn finished her sales pitch and allowed us to look through her stock checking out what was available.
‘Have you found anything you like Sophia?’ a voice asked.
‘Lots of things! Sorry, I didn’t catch your name?’ I said to the woman.
‘Debs. I live next door.’ she smiled.
‘Pleased to meet you.’ I said.
‘I think you should defiantly go for that see through black body with the spaghetti straps’ she said, ‘give your hubbie a thrill!’
‘I think this would give him a heart attack’ I confided feeling naughty, ‘He’s a bit dull really and thinks underwear like this is for perverts! I might buy it anyway and wear it under my work clothes to give me a thrill!’
Debs laughed loudly at that and told me to think of myself first and the hubbie second, just like they do. I laughed and agreed, letting my new ‘Alison’ personality take over from boring Sophia.
‘Everyone, we have some underwear that can be tried on and modelled if you like. Vicky has volunteered but she always does when she comes to these parties so can I have someone else. The sizes I have will fit Debs, Sophia and I have one-size fits all outfit that will suit a third volunteer. The third volunteer will have to be brave because it’s tight and see through!’ Dawn announced.
Debs immediately held her hand out for her outfit and Jenny, another one of Janet’s neighbours, took the third outfit. Everyone looked at me and I heard someone say ‘go on Sophia, only girls here’. I stood up in a daze and accepted the outfit, my heart pounding in my chest. The three of us walked into the dinning room and the other two women stripped off and started dressing. Debs was a couple of inches shorter than me with dyed blonde hair and a soft body. Her boobs and bum were quite big but her stomach was flat. Her pubic hair was trimmed down to a stripe and I suppressed a gasp when I spotted that her cunt lips were shaved. Jenny was a black girl with an athletic body, wide hips and very full breasts. I realised that I was staring a little and turned my head to cover my blushes.
‘Are you OK Sophia?’ Jenny asked, ‘you don’t have to do this if you’re not comfortable. It’s only a bit of fun though.’
‘No, I’m fine. Really I am. I’m just new to this. I don’t even take all my clothes off in private changing rooms usually!’ I laughed, trying to disguise my blushes still.
By this time Jenny was dressed in the outfit she’d been given which turned out to be a white fishnet body stocking with a high neck and long sleeves. She looked amazing. I looked over at Jenny who was struggling into a slightly too small, black lacy bra. Jenny helped into it as I quickly stripped down and started to sort out what I’d been given to model.
‘Wow’ I said as I examined the lingerie.
I had a red PVC body with a zip that went from just above my bottom at the back to just above my pubic bone at the front. There were also zips over the boobs! I had a pair of red fishnet stockings and red fishnet gloves that came up to my elbows. I quickly sorted myself out and got dressed. Debs was dressed in a classy lacy bra and thong set with a suspender belt and black stockings. Her boobs were almost spilling out of the bra and quivered as she laughed at herself. We knocked on the door to indicate that we were ready and heard everyone stop talking. I took a deep breath and followed the other two girls into the living room.
The rest of the women gave us a round of applause as we paraded into the room posing in the sexy outfits. I felt myself blush but not with embarrassment, I was getting turned on by the attention! I tried to pose as sexily as I could, the cool PVC tight against my skin. I ran my hands up the shiny, red outfit and felt my nipples harden.
‘Sophia, borrow my boots.’ Vicky said, bending down to unzip them.
I sat down and pulled her boots on, taking a long pull of my drink at the same time to keep my nerve up. Debs put a CD on and we strutted and danced around the room to the music. Vicky jumped up and danced with me while the rest of the drunken women shouted encouragement. Debs managed two minutes in the too small bra before unhooking it and strutting around the room topless to the delight of the rest of the room. Jenny got behind Debs, put her arms around her and fondled her boobs making my nipples hard again. It was quite the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. Vicky danced closer to me, running her hands up and down the PVC body suit.
‘Suits you’ she whispered, ‘you’d look great in that down at our club!’
I blushed at that and wondered if she was flirting with me. I’d just read an article in a magazine about women experimenting sexually with women and wondered if Vicky had any experience with women. Before I could reply the music finished and we all sat down. Dawn stood at the head of the room again.
‘Right, I think it’s about the right time to display some sex toys. We have all kinds of things to enhance not only your own sexual pleasure, but your partners sexual pleasure too!’ Dawn said joyfully.
‘Sod the husbands; show me what I can use.’ I heard someone say, then blushed when I realised it was me!
I began to realise that I was quite drunk on the margaritas and with the fairly sexual atmosphere, although I felt that I was still in control more or less. Dawn began unpacking her stock of sex toys. They came in all shapes and sizes. I’d kind of assumed that all dildos were shaped like penises but some of them were very weird shaped with bends, twists and protrusions for all kinds of purposes. I examined each one and followed the other girl’s examples of testing the vibrations on the end of my nose. One of the smallest vibrators turned out to be the most powerful and I longed to try it out on my nipples but held myself back. I needn’t have worried because as soon as Debs got hold of it she immediately touched it to her naked boobs and made her nipples erect!
‘Coo, I’m having one of these!’ she declared to the room.
I narrowed my choice down to a rampant rabbit vibrator that was recommended to me by one of the other girls and the small plastic vibrator that Debs had just demonstrated. I was also getting really comfortable with the suit I was wearing and checked out the price. It was expensive but I decided I was going to have it as well as one of the see through vests Vicky had and four or five different thongs. I realised I had spent over £100 by the end of the night but didn’t care as I could pay cash from my own money and my husband would never know.
‘What are you ordering then Sophia?’ Vicky asked.
‘Everything by the looks of the bill!’ I laughed.
Vicky sat next to me and we compared purchases. She’s also ordered the suit I was wearing but in black instead of red and she’d ordered the PVC gloves and stockings that went with it. I’d had a look at them and thought they were tacky so I’d ordered a pair of sheer, red, nylon opera style gloves and a pair of red, fishnet crotch less tights. I’d already decided I was going shopping for some boots to go with the outfit during the week.
‘Blimey, you’ve got it bad’ Vicky exclaimed, ‘I’ve worked for you for two and a half years and never suspected that you’d be into all this!’
‘I wasn’t until you left that bag in my office’ I confessed again, ‘I have you to thank for waking me up I guess. Thank you very much.’
I hugged her and she kissed me on the cheek making my spine shiver in a most pleasant way. Eventually we’d all filled in our order forms and it was time to leave. I got changed back into my ordinary clothes and helped Dawn pack her samples up. I left with Vicky in a taxi with the girl’s goodbyes ringing in my ears.
‘It’s still early,’ Vicky said, ‘do you fancy a drink somewhere? There’s a really nice wine bar not far from your place that has a big patio area our back.’
‘Sounds nice’ I said, not wanting the evening to end.
‘Oh, it will be crowded though. We might not get a seat.’ Vicky said.
‘Come back to mine then. I have some wine in the fridge and a patio.’ I suggested.
That was settled. The taxi dropped us off and we walked into the house. Vicky looked around my living room as I opened the wine and found some glasses.
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