All Five Senses
Blindfolded, Andrew needs to work out whose tits are whose.
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Allie was a little drunk, which in some ways wasn't surprising, given we were in a bar. I've known Allie for eighteen months and, up until this evening, she'd never shown even a remote interest in being in a bar. Tonight, for some reason she was insistent, like she thought it was my birthday and hence a celebration was in order. Even when we'd been to parties, Allie didn't really do much drinking. She was pretty shy and kept to a fairly close set of family and friends.
For a while she had me worried, like today was a significant date in our relationship and she was giving me an opportunity to realise that and, once the penny had dropped, celebrate some sort of a milestone with her. I was racking my brain -- first time we met, first date, first kiss, first fuck?
The first time we met was in an aerobics class at the university gym. From my perspective it was love at first sight. If I could pick one word to describe Allie's physique it would be 'lithe'. At 5'9" she was reasonably tall and her limbs had a gracefulness to them that often left me mesmerised. At the same time, her shoulders, arms, thighs and butt seemed to give her an explosive power. Add to that a pretty face with green eyes sitting under a mop of ginger curls and I was sold.
At this point I should confess I had an ulterior motive. I like to keep fit and I spend a reasonable amount of time either in the gym or playing one form of sport or another. In my mind the gym is divided into two parts; the weights part and the fitness part. The weights part is mostly alpha male territory with relatively few women -- definitely not for me. The fitness part, on the other hand, has several advantages - it keeps me lean and fit and I'm usually outnumbered three or four to one by sexy, athletic, scantily clad women.
Allie and I would often make small talk before classes and if there was a partner exercise to do, we would often pair up. After a while I managed to pluck up enough courage to ask her out.
Our first date was a casual afternoon at the lake and then dinner afterwards. Gym outfits can be pretty revealing in terms of shape and size but nothing prepared me for that afternoon and Allie in a bikini. My eyes almost fell out of my head. Her tits weren't enormous, maybe C cup, but they sat high on her chest, almost as if they were defying gravity. She had the flattest of abs, the cutest of butts and the sexiest of hips. However, the most striking aspect was her pale alabaster skin. She glowed and I made every opportunity, as we played in the water, to have her in my arms. That night, as I dropped her home, I was rewarded with my first kiss. I was deeply in love.
Things progressed quickly after that. I quickly discovered, much to my delight, Allie loved being held and, within boundaries, caressed. We would often find ourselves intertwined on the sofa, binge watching something like Game of Thrones - the sex scenes made her horny. One evening, when her sister Maddie wasn't home, Allie paused the TV and very casually asked me if I'd like to make love to her. My kiss was enough to answer her question. She stood up and slowly, one piece of clothing at a time, revealed her body to me. I worshipped her body and we made love there on the living room floor.
But none of that explained this evening; I couldn't think of a single "anniversary" we could have possibly been celebrating.
Allie was most definitely keeping a secret from me. She kept looking at her watch, like there was someplace she should be, while at the same time making no effort to move on from the bar. By 10 o'clock I'd worked it out; for reasons unknown, Allie didn't want to go home or at least didn't want me at her place.
I thought that maybe she and her sister had had a fight. Allie shared a house with her older sister Maddie who worked cabin crew. Where they lived was an easy drive to and from the airport. It also worked for Allie as it was a convenient, but slightly longer, drive across town to the university that Allie and I attended.
In the same way that Allie was a little shy, Maddie, and most of her friends for that matter, were a little wild. Like Maddie, there were a lot of young female cabin crew who lived in and around town. Their favourite summer past time was blowing off steam over at the lake. There would often be a dozen or more of them and their partners partying all afternoon and well into the night. Allie and I joined them occasionally but not very often.
The one thing that Allie didn't like was when Maddie had some random guy stay over for the night. According to Allie, it wasn't often the same one twice. One guy had surprised Allie in the shared bathroom one morning while she was having a shower. Allie said he was polite enough and beat a hasty retreat, but I could tell it freaked her out a bit.
At 11 o'clock it was way past Allie's normal home time. We weren't budging. A slightly drunk Allie was kind of cuter, in a funny way -- like she'd lost a level of seriousness somehow and was trying very hard not to appear in any way drunk. I'd stopped buying her alcoholic drinks an hour ago so hopefully she wouldn't be getting any worse, just giggly with a light buzz.
Finally, at a touch after midnight, she decided it was time to go.
As I turned into Allie's street, she let out a sigh of disappointment. The usually quiet street had a dozen or more cars clustered around the house where she and Maddie lived. By necessity, we parked a little further away than usual. As soon as I got out of the car, I could hear the doof, doof of music and a few female squeals. There was definitely a party going on. I was a little miffed to say the least. Why the hell wasn't I invited.
"Allie, is there a party going on?" I asked in an overly innocent voice.
"Yes," she groaned, recognising my mocking tone and screwing up her face in a wince.
"Any reason we weren't here around four hours ago?"
"Sorry Andrew. It's just not your type of party."
What's not my type of party? I couldn't begin to imagine what sort of party wasn't my sort of party. Obviously, Allie wasn't involved, so this was all Maddie's doing. My immediate thought was that it was a swing party. That definitely fitted Maddie lifestyle.
One thing I began to notice was a lack of male voices; usually they were the loudest and I couldn't hear one. This was the sound of ladies having fun. Way too much fun.
Parked in front of the gate to Allie's house there was a van with advertising on the side for Stephanie's Boutique.
"Allie, is this a lingerie party?"
"Yes," she admitted, accompanied by more wincing.
"I love lingerie parties," I declared with enthusiasm.
"And exactly how many have you been to?" she enquired with a raised eyebrow.
"Maybe less than one. But what better opportunity to start?"
"Like the idea of trying on a few outfits, do you? I could post some photos online. Maybe send a few to your friends. Maybe your mum."
"Maybe I could try on an outfit or two," I said, calling her bluff. I did quite like Rocky Horror Picture Show after all.
Allie wasn't convinced. "I think maybe we should sit on the porch and wait for them to finish up," she suggested.
As we walked up the path two woman were walking out. We got an even louder blast of music and shrieking as the door briefly opened and closed. I recognised one of the women as Katie, one of Maddie's friends.
Allie stopped to talk to Katie. So annoying, as I was super keen to get inside.
