Candy Loving and Susan Omega were tired; Candy had been spending the day at Susan's studio getting ready for her trip to the Playboy Mansion in Chicago. The lovely Ms Loving was going out there for a shoot and Susan was the stylist. That meant Susan was helping the buxom playmate pick the outfits and the look she would be using. If they were working in L.A. then Susan's husband would also be involved as a producer.
Candy of course had a voluptuous body that stopped traffic wherever she went. Susan was blonde and a bit taller than Candy but she was quite a beauty herself: vivid blue eyes, pouty, beestung lips and an equally provoking 37-24-36 figure. Susan had a reputation of being quite a party girl at the L.A. mansion a few years ago, but now she was settled in her career and her marriage to Stan. Playboy gave them a lot of business and they were popular with many of the playmates.
Working with the bodacious Candy had been a sexy and stimulating experience. Susan liked to dress up with her clients and the pair made quite a team as they pranced around the studio in an ever changing array skimpier and skimpier outfits. Of course they had to experiment with pulling bras down and lifting hems on slips to test the way various garments would work as Candy went through her erotic poses. Of course, Susan's hands spent a lot of time on Candy's awesome body and Susan noticed that Candy seemed to like touch herself and touching Susan too.
During the course of the day the two girls had gotten a bit turned on as their hands brushed over each other's skin or Susan would lift and squeeze Candy's luscious breasts to fit them into a bit of tight lingerie. Fingers would linger on nipples, or bottoms or bushes; there was a lot of sighing; both girls clearly felt an attraction but it was unspoken as they worked on picking outfits for the shoot.
The sexual tension right at this moment was almost unbearable. Candy was wearing an outfit that Susan had designed for her. The top was a sheer white blouse with a sequined fringe on the shoulders. The slacks were also sheer white, tightly hugging her shapely legs and ass, and the gossamer white fabric highlighted the thick curls of her dark bush. The two girls stood transfixed in front of the mirror gazing at Candy's body. She looked incredibly fuckable. Susan was only wearing a simple ivory slip and the only sound in the room was the shallow breathing of the two girls and the rustling of Susan's satin against Candy's sheer material.
Susan was standing behind Candy and reaching around to tug on Candy's blouse to tighten the cloth over the erect nipples. Candy couldn't control herself and she brought her hand up to caress Susan's hair as they swayed in front of the mirror.
"This is so sexy," Susan murmured. Did she mean the clothes or the way they were embracing?
"Mmmmm," Candy moaned. "Do you think it's over the top?"
"I just like seeing your fantastic body; if you were mine I'd dress you like this all the time."
"If you were mine, I don't think you'd get any work done," Candy giggled as Susan cupped her breasts and pushed them up. Candy tightened her grip on Susan's neck and rolled her rear into Susan's pelvis.
"Maybe we need a second opinion," Susan finally spoke after they spent quite a few minutes in this pose just swaying in front of the mirror. The lustful longing between them was obvious but neither was ready to make a move. "Why don't you ask Stan what he thinks?"
With a slight groan Candy loosened her grip on Susan and turned around. Her enormous creamy mounds brushed against Susan's and there seemed to be a spark between them. Susan's hands were on her ass and she pulled Candy up into her. "You know, Stan can be quite helpful. I know he'd love to see you like this. Why don't you surprise him and I'll be along in awhile." Giving Candy a quick kiss on the cheek she pushed her away and out the door.
Stan's workshop was across the hall. It was filled with lighting equipment, drafting tables, and models of sets. In the middle of the room was the vintage barber's chair he was so proud of. He was sitting there reading an electrical manual when Candy came in. His back was to her and she put her hands over his eyes.
"Guess who?!" she exclaimed playfully.
Stan covered her hands with his. "It can only be the gorgeous Miss Candy Loving! How's the wardrobe coming?"
"We're all set except for this last ensemble. Now keep your eyes closed 'cause I want your opinion." She took her soft hands off of his face and came around to the front of the chair. She put one of her feet on the foot rest of the barber's chair and with one hand on her waist and another behind her head she thrust out her chest and struck a pose. She was still tingling from the teasing time she had with Susan and being alone with Stan this way was just as exciting.
"OK, now open your eyes. I want an honest first reaction."
"Holy Moses," Stan moaned as he took in her body barely hidden by the sheer white threads.
"Do you really like it?" Candy dropped one hand onto his leg. "It's not too strange?"
"Baby, you look dynamite."
"What about the buttons? Should I undo more of them?"
"That could be nice," Stan said, still staring.
Again, a charge filled the room. Candy had the urge to jump on top of him and tear his clothes off. She could see that he was already aroused. This outfit was turning on both of them.
She looked at him as he admired her curvaceous flesh and then she sighed. As if another person were speaking she heard herself whispering. "Could you undo the buttons for me?"
Stan nodded and gulped. Candy slowly came forward and lowered herself into his lap. Watching those eyes, that face, coming close to him was like watching the sun come up in the morning.
She snuggled into his lap rubbing her soft plush bottom against his already throbbing shaft. Very slowly, and very delicately she lifted his hands to the buttons. She watched intently as his fingers touched her. The warmth of his fingers even through the blouse brought out a soft hiss of pleasure from the trembling girl.
He worked open the first closure and pushed the fabric away, his fingertips running lightly over the tops of her warm creamy breasts. Then he did the next one. Now the only thing holding the blouse closed was the knot at the bottom. He caressed her breasts and her ribs before resting his eager fingers on her hips. He could feel her tremors as she turned her gaze from his hands to his face.
Candy was almost absentmindedly toying with buttons on his shirt. She was speaking softly, in a distracted tone. "Susan made this outfit. I don't know what it's made out of but it feels good against my skin. Do you want to feel it on your skin?" She was now rapidly, almost rabidly opening his shirt to expose his chest.
With a hungry hiss she pushed his shirt off and leaned down. Candy began to brush her nipples, still covered by the thin fabric, against his body. "How does that feel? Do you like the way that feels?" The breasts felt full and warm and moist, heavy against his skin and almost straining through the thin cloth as she pressed them against him urging him to feel their soft and plush comfort. All Stan could do was moan in satisfaction as her soft full breasts tickled his skin.
Candy's warm lips ran lightly across his as she sat up again. She noticed a glass of water next to the chair and she took a long deep drink. For Stan it was a wild sex show as she threw her head back and stretched her long delicate throat and gulped while making sexy noises.
"Ahhhhh," she panted and licked her lips with a grin. Still holding half full glass she held one of her breasts with her other hand. "We were wondering what this would look like wet. Do you want to see?" Suddenly she poured just enough water to cover her breasts with a silver sheen of liquid.
The fabric seemed to first fade then evaporate completely, leaving her awesome breasts glowing like jewels.