Lindsey and Colette were sitting chatting cosily over a glass of wine, the evening wearing on with comfortable ease. As always in such circumstances the conversation began to turn to "naughty" topics, in this case the type of underwear they liked and what they thought it might do to a man.
"So, Colette my dear, what kind of underwear have you got on at the moment? A racy pair of French knickers, or is it a thong with a peephole bra?"
"Nothing like it, I'm afraid. You know me, very basic. Plain white bra and granny knickers, also white"
"I don't believe you! With a body like that you should push it for all it is worth."
The two women, not youthful but still sexily fit, had very much similar bodies. Colette had slightly the more appealing rear end from a male point of view, but Lindsey had an aura and personality that more than compensated for her rounder, but still alluring figure. Neither possessed large breasts, but both looked well proportioned and clearly had cute boobs. They were sitting quite close, almost touching each other on the sofa. Both were in tee shirt and jeans and had discarded their footwear.
"Well," said Lindsey, "Let's have a look at it then."
"No chance! What if John came in?" John was Lindsey's husband and was expected to return at any moment.
"Then he'd be in for a treat!"
"And I'd look a complete idiot!"
"No, you wouldn't. Anyway, he's seen you in your underwear before, remember"
Colette had come to the house one night when Lindsey was away on business, distressed and unhappy and John had chivalrously put her to bed and been the perfect gentleman.
"True. But it still seems a bit odd."
"OK, you show me yours and I'll show you mine. Then you can see what sexy underwear really looks like, hey?"
Somewhat reluctantly Colette stood up and slowly removed her tee shirt. Her bra was indeed white, covering her breasts completely, leaving everything to be imagined.
Then, equally slowly she undid and lowered her jeans. Her pants were, as she described, white and large, coming up to her waist.
"Now, that's is what I would call a complete turn off. It could make a pornstar go limp." Lindsey commented.
"Thanks a bunch pal," said Colette, "that really makes me feel great."
"But you've got a great body, Colette. All you have to do is dress it up and not only will you feel better but it will be a great turn on when you get that man of your dreams inside your pants."
"Crude, dear, crude."
"But true."
Colette sat down again and reached for her wine. "OK, now let's see what you've got on, under that lot."
Lindsey stood up and removed her clothes equally slowly, but with her it seemed much more of striptease than an undressing. Her tee shirt came off to reveal a sheer black bra, almost transparent, which left the top half of her breast uncovered and through the bra her erect nipples could be seen pointing forwards. Unconsciously she lifted both breast with two hands then left them to fall back into their natural position.
"What about that then?"
"Very nice." Was all Colette could reply.
Then, equally slowly she eased her jeans over her hips and down her thighs. As she stepped out of them she stood upright and placed her hands on her hips, thrusting her pelvis forward as if to dare Colette to look.
Her panties were also black, equally sheer and cut to leave no panty line: Tight French knickers with a little red bow at the front. Colette gasped as she noticed that Lindsey's slit was clearly on view through these wonderful pants and totally smooth of any pubic hair.
"You've shaved yourself completely!" She exclaimed before she could help herself.
"I always do. It makes for great sex and when you use a vibrator there is nothing to get in the way of any part of the machine. What's more it looks fantastic in pictures."
This took Colette aback. "What, you take pictures or your....., your bits?"
"John does. We have some great shots. Tell you what, I'll show them to you later."
"Are they the kind of photos you actually could show someone then?"
"Only if they were a truly broadminded and dear friend," was Lindsey's reply.
Lindsey sat next to Colette and took a sip of her own wine, then reached to take her friend's hand. "Tell you what, why don't I bring some of my stuff downstairs and you can try it on? How does that sound?"
"I'm willing to give it a go, OK."
Lindsey left the room and returned remarkably quickly with a small pile of what was clearly quite exotic lingerie. She placed it at one end of the sofa, sat down again and demanded:
"Right girl, get 'em off."
"I'm not sure I can, in front of you."
Lindsey smiled and said, "We're both nurses. What have you got I haven't seen before?"
"Alright, but I feel very nervous, especially if John comes back."
"Then swig back that glass of wine and get rid of the collywobbles, chick."
Colette stood up and reached behind her to unhook her bra. Lindsey kept her eyes focussed carefully on Colette's body, making no allowances for her friend's nerves. Colette lowered the bra to reveal firm breasts with large brown nipples, surrounded by small aureole.
"Now the knickers."
"OK, OK. Here goes nothing."
Quickly she stepped out of her pants, throwing them onto the floor. She had a mass of very dark pubic hair which completely covered her vagina, leaving nothing on view except the dark triangle.
"You should seriously do something about that bush, girl."
"I've never thought about it," was Colette's reply.
"Well, think about it. A shaved pussy looks and feels great and we might have to sort you out later."
Colette was somewhat mystified by this remark, so said nothing.
Lindsey passed her a matching bra and thong, both replete with chains, the bra across the breasts and the thong over the buttocks. Lindsey looked carefully over her friend after Colette had gingerly put them on, adjusting herself into the slightly awkward underwear.
"How does that feel, then?"
"How does it look, more to the point?"
"Great, very sexy and naughty to say the least, but with all those pubes hanging out of the thong it spoils the effect."
Colette looked down and noticed that there was, indeed, a mass of hair hanging out the side of the thong, which truly spoiled the sexy way she started to feel.
"Try these instead." Lindsey advised, passing Colette a pair of loose French knickers and a loose fitting bra which left much of her breasts on view. These were a light pink and by covering and concealing but leaving openings for views allowed Lindsey to state, "Very much better and sexy as hell."
They carried on drinking and allowing Colette to try a wide range of Lindsey's lingerie. Lindsey found herself getting closer and closer to Colette and began to help her take off and put on each item of clothing. Neither woman was prepared to admit where the evening was taking them but both were clearly in the thrall of what was happening. Then Lindsey decided to take matters into her own hands and suggested:
"I think the pants I'm wearing would look the best of all. What do you think?"
Almost too quickly Colette replied, "Well, take them off then and let me try them on."
Lindsey reached down and in the same sleazy way as before lowered her knickers to the ground and stepped out of them. She placed them on the sofa behind her and reached for her friend's panties and, kneeling in front of her, eased them over her hips and removed them as Colette stepped out of them.
She then picked up the knickers she had just taken off and very un-self-consciously sniffed the crotch as she placed them at Colette's feet. "They smell of me and now they will smell of you. Is that sexy or what?"
Colette smiled as she stepped into the knickers and allowed Lindsey to pull them up and make them snug over her pubic area. She also allowed Lindsey to briefly run her fingers over her belly as she finished the process and gave her another warm smile.
Colette sat back. "Now let's have a look at that shaven pussy without the pants."