Author's note: This is part two of a story in an ongoing series. It's not strictly necessary to read part 1 to make sense of the story though it would help to understand character development and their motives better. Whatever, enjoy.
Natasha loved waking up in her gleaming thigh high boots and long shiny gloves but she'd never expected to wake up with someone else wearing these things. She opened her eyes to find Scarlett was on her booted knees on top of her, her beautiful face with those enormous brown eyes a few inches from her own face.
"Morning lover," she whispered, stroking her cheek gently with the fingers of her glossy glove.
"Morning lover," Natasha whispered back, and Scarlett put her full lips on hers and kissed her gently.
Natasha squeezed Scarlett's breasts and she reciprocated and squeezed Natasha's pierced tits.
"I want these," she murmured into Natasha's ear.
"You have your own," Natasha laughed. "And they are beautiful," she added.
"I mean I want to get my tits pierced. I'd have done it ages ago but I'm a bit scared," and she rolled off Natasha.
"I know a trustworthy place and I can go with you if you like," she offered.
"Would you? That would be great," she beamed, and she felt a tingle of excitement in her stomach at the prospect and she would get her belly button pierced while she was at it.
Natasha looked at the clock, saw it was late and she swung her legs off the bed and took all her fetish wear off leaving her naked.
"I'm going to hit the shower, care to join me?" and Scarlett had her own clothes off in a flash.
There was lots of touching and feeling in the shower accompanied by girlish squeals and little shrieks of pleasure until Scarlett took control and standing behind Natasha, she squeezed her pierced breasts and dropping a hand, she began to finger blast her.
"Aaahhh, Jesus yeah," moaned Natasha, supporting herself with her hands on the shower screen.
"Fuck yeah, don't stop aaahhh," and Scarlett brought her off and they kissed passionately.
They sat at the kitchen table in shower robes and with towels covering their hair and ate toast and drank coffee for breakfast and Natasha loved how easy and natural conversation was with Scarlett, it just flowed. There were no awkward pauses or uncomfortable silences and such was their rapport that she felt like she'd known her forever. They went through Natasha's extensive lingerie and fetish wear wardrobe and had great fun trying on various outfits of hers and parading around the bedroom in a variety of thigh high boots and Natasha loved having someone to share this with other than Jack. Having a hot girlfriend to talk about stuff and have fun with and also have sex with was just awesome.
Scarlett, meanwhile, was in seventh heaven. She couldn't believe all the fetish wear Natasha had and even better, she had nearly twenty pairs of high heeled thigh high boots. These were boots to die for, many of them were handmade of the finest quality leather, they were so sexy and she was determined to expand her own collection as soon as possible but in the meantime, she would have fun trying on Natasha's boots and she silently thanked the gods they were the same size.
Jack rang and Natasha left her to it and went into the living room with her mobile. She told Jack everything that had happened, not sparing any details and she possibly gave him too much information.
"Jesus babes, I'm sitting in a bar in Amsterdam and you're giving me a hard-on," he protested, and she laughed.
"I'm so happy Jack. She's a wonderful person, sweet and gentle, fun with a quiet intelligence and I feel like I've known her forever and you were right. I do feel fulfilled and I like this side of me."
"That's great, love," said Jack.
"But the other side of me is the exact same. I love you with all my heart and I miss my cock," and he laughed.
"Your cock? Surely you mean my cock?"
"Look, let's make it our cock, shall we?" and he laughed again.
"Ours it is then, I love you to bits babes and I miss you. This trip is killing my liver. I look forward to meeting Scarlett tomorrow. You go and enjoy the rest of your day," and he hung up.
Jack was just the greatest boyfriend anyone could ever hope for. Kind, loving, fun, open, trusting, adventurous and a wonderful lover with a great cock and tongue and he knew how to use them. She guessed she could now call herself bi and while she hoped with all her heart that Scarlett would become a permanent part of her life, Jack was her priority and always would be. No one else could or would come close, they had something beyond mere words.
A light lunch and a bottle of red wine went down well and they dozed off in each other's arms on the couch. When they woke, Natasha suggested they go for dinner in the next town over so they wouldn't run into people they knew. Not that they had anything to hide but they couldn't be bothered offering explanations. Scarlett thought this was an excellent idea and said she knew a great club that catered to the LBGT crowd.
They did their makeup and hair together and got dressed in a very similar manner to the day they had first met, which now seemed like a very long time ago but had actually only been a week. They both looked damn hot and they knew it. Scarlett was wearing tight black shiny leather leggings and thigh high suede boots with stiletto heels and a black silk blouse which showed off her cleavage. Natasha had skinny light blue jeans and her black leather thigh high platform boots with four inch spike heels and a white short sleeved shirt with a couple of buttons undone, which also gave people an eyeful of her cleavage.
The taxi came and in no time they were pulling up outside the restaurant. Scarlett paid the driver who lingered to stare at their swaying asses as they disappeared inside. They followed the waiter to the table, their high heels clicking in unison on the marble floor, and Scarlett was conscious of all the men in the restaurant who looked first at their chests and then at their asses as they passed. More than one man received a sharp elbow from an unimpressed partner.
"Do you ever feel self-conscious? You know everyone is looking at us, in particular the men," and Natasha laughed.
"Scarlett, have you forgotten that I'm an exhibitionist?"
"Look, if you've got it, flaunt it. And we've got it," she smiled, and Scarlett nodded, wishing she had some of her seemingly bottomless self-confidence.
But then she remembered what Natasha had told her in some of their conversations. How she had been repressed and bored only a few short years ago. She had felt she had reached a dead end as regards everything in her life, bar Jack, and she had only got free when she'd taken the decision to embrace life and embrace her sexuality and it was interesting how she'd said it was only now she felt like she was really living her life.
They ordered the food and a good bottle of wine and chatted. When the plates arrived, they stole food off each other's plates, had a little battle with their forks and laughed. The wine was going down well and Scarlett held her hand in hers.
