Anna and Tracey took a last sip of wine as they waited for the waiter to bring back Tracey's credit card.
"Thanks, Tracey," Anna said. "This was great. The food was delicious, everything was perfect."
"It's your birthday, isn't it," Tracey replied. "It's the least I can do for my favorite person in the world." The waiter returned and left again, and Tracey said, "Let's go, so I can give you the rest of your present when we get home."
Anna smiled and said, more to herself than to her lover, "Ooh, goody; I can hardly wait." She had a pretty good idea what that present might be; in fact, they had often exchanged the same gift with each other before on special occasions.
But as soon as they got in the car, Tracey, becoming a bit agitated, said, "Nope, that's not going to work. Sorry, I can't wait until we get home. Take my panties off." She arched her body up on the seatback, lifting her rear off the seat.
"What?" said Anna glancing at her, giggling slightly.
"You heard me, take my panties off. Hurry up!"
"What in the world are you up to," Anna muttered as she reached under Tracey's dress, which she had already pulled up to her hips almost, and pulled her panties down her legs and over her high heels. They were silky and white and lacy, and when she got them off, they were rolled up in a tangle.
"Smell them," Tracey told her. Anna held them to her nose and smelled. "Do they smell dirty?" Tracey asked.
"A little," she giggled. "Are you trying to entice me? I love your smell, especially when you might be a little dirty down there. You know I do."
"Yes, I do know that. Smell some more and then look inside." She started the car and drove off.
Anna smelled them again; parts smelled laundry-detergent fresh, other parts slightly musky as you would expect after wearing them all day. But she also noticed the aroma of Tracey's pee and a little bit of her soiled ass. She untangled them and looked inside. She could see a slight yellow stain in the lower front and a dark brown smudge in the lower back.
"The trouble I go through to give you a decent birthday present, I don't know," Tracey said, beaming. "I peed in them a bit this afternoon at work and took them off until they dried, then put them on again."
"Oh, wow," Anna said, putting them to her nose once more, smelling deeply. "Lovely! What about the shit stain?"
"No, I made that in the ladies' room at the restaurant, and that was no easy task, I can tell you. Do you know how hard it is to shit a tiny bit and hold the rest inside? Especially when it's demanding to all come out? Just for you!"
"Fuck, Tracey, you really do love me! That's so sweet! Look, love, let me show you how much I appreciate it." And she took the panties, turning them inside out, and put them to her mouth, licking the pee stain, but especially the shit smudge, slowly and with exaggerated relish. "Mmmm, you're delicious. And you have more for me?"
"That was the idea, but you're not going to get all greedy on me now, are you?"
"For your shit, you bet I am! You know how much I crave it! I want all of it!"
Tracey was silent, as if contemplating something. Then, sounding perturbed, she said, "Hmmm, that is being overindulgent, even if it is your birthday. I don't know, Anna. I don't think I can allow this. Punishment is in order, I'm afraid. No more gifts, for one thing." Anna sensed the atmosphere in the car changing drastically, becoming dark and ominous. She knew that Tracey would expect her to react accordingly.
"Yes, Mistress," Anna responded meekly. "I shouldn't act so selfish. I'm sorry."
"Ah, that's good to hear, Anna., much better. Keep licking those panties until we get home." The rest of the short ride home was made in silence, except for the occasional sound Anna made in her throat indicating the pleasure she was getting from licking the panties.
After parking the car, Tracey told Anna to put the panties in her mouth and keep them there while they walked from the parking lot to their apartment. The thought of being seen by someone with the panties half in and half out of her mouth was titillating and anxiety-inducing for both of them. Suppose a neighbor saw Anna sucking on the panties? How would she be able to face them again? But the thrill produced by the mere thought of getting caught, of being so naughty out where anyone might see, was what made it so enthralling. It was dark now and nobody was about, but the thrill of it remained. They went into the living room, and Tracey told Anna to take the panties out of her mouth and to get her some wine. She then sat on their black leather couch.
"Yes, Mistress." Anna said and went to the kitchen and opened a bottle of wine from one of the cupboards.
Then she heard Tracey calling her. "Seeing it's your birthday and you licked my panties so appreciatively, you may have some wine, too."
"Thank you, Mistress. That's very kind of you."
She brought the glasses of wine to the living room and gave one to Tracey.
"Put your glass on the coffee table, Anna, and sit on the floor by my feet. They are absolutely killing me right now. I wonder if it's my new heels? I was going to kick them off when we first got in, but I wanted you to see them up close. Do you like them?" They were red leather pumps with five-inch heels.
Anna picked up Tracey's right foot and held it gently. "Yes, Mistress, they're beautiful. Very sexy looking."
"Sexy? How do you mean?"
"Well, just the way they look on your lovely feet, especially the five-inch heels. And the red color, of course."
Silently, Tracey raised her foot until it was at Anna's lips. She knew what she wanted her to do with her shoe, and Anna kissed the pointy toe of the pumps and then licked all around the leather that covered her toes. She stroked the red leather with her tongue making it glisten with her saliva before wiping it dry with her cheek. She tilted the shoe up and licked the sole, which was only slightly scuffed, this being the first time she wore them. They tasted a tad dirty, gritty as if from a sidewalk and somewhat mud-stained from a small grass section they had to walk across near the curb. She ran her tongue along the mud stain, not exactly savoring it, but not repulsed, either. Then she moved her mouth back to the spiked heel and began to lick and suck it like a cock. She could feel the heel go to the edge of her throat. She moved her mouth in and out on the heel, soaking it, sucking it hard.
"Mmmm, that looks gorgeous," Tracey told Anna. "I wonder how many men would love to have their cocks sucked as well as that!"
"Thank you, Mistress. I love your shoes."
