Penny drove back home as dawn was beginning to break. Traffic was very light, barely a few trucks on the road making early-morning deliveries. Windows rolled down she let what was left of the crisp night air fill the car, reinvigorating her lungs. She felt a strong sense of self-confidence, of accomplishment. It was the first time in her six years of marriage that she had not slept at home, and yet she felt genuinely pleased with herself. The five or six times she had had extramarital affairs, she had been discrete and secretive, arriving home in the late afternoon before her husband returned from work, in time to pay the baby sitter, freshen up, and have dinner ready. Last night had been different. And what made Penny even happier is that she had discovered – or rather, been introduced – to a new professional opportunity. Her life had changed forever and she was proud of the turn it had taken.
A few weeks ago, Penny had been at the department store buying panties and bras. Penny wore no-nonsense apparel: cotton panties, white bras, nothing fancy, nothing outlandish. A voice greeted her from behind and Penny turned. It was Betsy, the coach of the three-times champion athletic woman's team at the university. Betsy, very tall, very thin, super-tight and fit, with hair bleached blond from the sun, was the admiration of the town. She had brought fame and glory to the university with her coaching prowess. Betsy and Penny were not friends: their casual acquaintance had been limited to a mere nod at the bakery and butcher shop. So naturally Penny was a bit taken aback at her sudden familiarity. Betsy suggested they go out for a cup of coffee, and Penny was honored that such a famous person should ask her. Flustered, Penny did not quite know what to do with the plain underwear in her shopping cart. Betsy read her thoughts and replied instantly, "Put them down. There will always be time to shop later." Penny blushed and accepted.
Having coffee outdoors with Betsy was anything but intimate. Being so well known, men and women of all walks of life approached their table to say hello. Children stopped to ask for her autograph. To each and everyone, Betsy was pleasant and most obliging. During a lull, Betsy started to run her long, thin fingers over Penny's hand. Penny felt she was melting away. The sensuality of Betsy's fingers was exquisite. No matter what silly things Penny said in her confusion made Betsy smile, her eyes ravaging Penny's face. Occasionally, Betsy would sway her crossed leg to touch Penny's calves. Penny was wetting between her legs, a lazy, incessant flow that Penny knew for sure would be clearly visible the moment she would stand up.
"Penny, you know (or maybe you do not know) I have had my eyes on you for a while. You are so poised and so calm. I am so attracted to you!"
Penny was positively trembling, "And I you, Betsy. I have been to all your home games and cannot take my eyes off you. I don't even look at the game or the players, just at you."
Penny could not believe she had just said that. She blushed. Betsy put her in a worse state by caressing her face and holding her hand. It was not the casual hand-holding women often use while chatting over a cup of coffee. It was definitely and overtly sensual. It must have been very apparent even from a distance because people stopped approaching Betsy. They would come close, see that Betsy was "with" another, and discretely walk away. For Penny, being seen in public with Betsy, being seen in public with another woman in a romantic mood, being seen in public even as her wetness flowed hidden between her legs was enough to give her what could best be described as a mini-orgasm. She shook slightly and purred just once.
Betsy acknowledged it. Smiling, she let it ride over Penny's body, and just at the very end of the wave, laughed, "Penny, you were shopping and I interrupted you. What do you say if we head over to the Goddess Lounge [a very upscale lingerie boutique in our town] and we get you something?"
Penny blushed, lowered her eyes, and admitted it was way too pricey for her budget. Betsy insisted, "That's fine, sweet Penny, my treat!"
Both women laughed as they stood up, walking away hand in hand to the boutique. Betsy was obviously a frequent visitor to the boutique and most likely a major client: the cute salesgirl who greeted them when they came in probably mentally already pre-spent the commission she would be making on this sale this afternoon. Betsy started looking around for a general look-and-feel she wanted for Penny. The salesgirl caught on quickly and offered an initial selection, "to try on for size." Once Penny's size had been determined, the salesgirl brought in more items. The fitting rooms in this boutique were spacious, allowing Betsy and the salesgirl to sit on a padded bench while Penny tried on one combination after another. Betsy was thinking more in terms of formal colors, black and white, but the salesgirl suggested that bold, lively colors suited Penny's complexion a lot better. Bright reds, summer patterns, and of course a splash of pastels here and there did indeed make Penny look a lot more appetizing.
It is also important to note that both Betsy and the salesgirl agreed to steer clear away from the type of lingerie one finds in a magazine published for men to masturbate. Do away with crotch-less panties and dental floss bras. Penny was fitted with the type of intimate apparel that makes a woman, the actual wearer, look and feel supremely sensual. Some were tight-fitting; others clung loosely upon Penny's body, tingling her skin with every step and every turn she took. And since it was apparent that Penny was wetting a lot, the salesgirl offered a box of disposable wipes so that Penny could dab her wetness between items. Just trying on each set made Penny feel like a Wonder Woman; looking at herself in the mirror made her feel proud of the fullness of her womanhood.
When all was said and done, the salesgirl filled the shopping cart with the items selected, took them to the front register, and rang them up. This story will not even mention the total bill, it is too embarrassing to think how much Betsy paid for all. Even Penny felt a bit sheepish when they walked out.
"Betsy, when am I going to wear ALL this!"
Betsy held Penny's hand reassuringly, kissed her softly on the cheek, and whispered in her ear, "Penny, it is getting late. What do you say if you come over to my house now, and we can see how it looks?"
Penny felt she was melting away. Not only was Betsy treating her like a lover in public, but also offering to take her home! And to model, at that!
Penny blurted out, "Yes, that might be nice."
Betsy was delighted. "Yes, that would be very nice indeed! Call your husband and tell him you will not be home for supper, and while you do that, I too need to make a few calls."
Penny was quivering with eager anticipation as Betsy drove home, laughing and chatting, one hand on the steering wheel, the other on Penny's lap as if they had been lovers forever. Betsy's home was modern, spacious, and ample. It had the look and feel of a very comfortable abode, with lots of room everywhere. Betsy offered Penny some iced tea, and moved about with ease, putting on music, turning on lights, making everything just right. When Penny asked Betsy for the restroom, Betsy suggested she use the guest one adjacent to the living room. And while Penny peed to her heart's content, she heard Betsy go upstairs, most likely to pee as well, and returned with something in her hand. Penny could see it seemed to be a slender gold chain. Her inquiring eyes were answered instantly as Betsy explained with just two words, "Nipple Clamps" and placed them on the living room table as if nothing.
Penny was trying to figure out exactly what Betsy had in mind, but the doorbell ringing interrupted her troubled thoughts. Betsy answered the door and in walked three happy, laughing women.
Betsy, always so polite, did the introductions. "Penny, I want you to meet Amanda, Janet, and Edith. Girls, this is Penny, whom I told you about."
The three women cheerfully greeted Penny. She was not quite sure what to do or why they were there, and indeed was nervous about what Betsy may have told them. One of them, Amanda, discretely handed Betsy a thick envelope. Betsy smiled just as discretely.
But Betsy did not waste time, "Penny will be modeling for us this evening."
The women served themselves tall glasses of iced tea and sat around the living room. Penny suddenly had the certainty that these women met on a regular basis to see another woman model intimate apparel for them. And from the easy casual way they acted, that they were expecting more as the evening progressed. This was not going to be a casual five-o-clock tea and chatty afternoon. Penny was expected to model. And they were there to watch.
Betsy opened the very large box of lingerie she had just bought for Penny, and had Penny lay out each set neatly and carefully on the long dining room table. Betsy explained the rules of the evening.
·Penny was to strip naked in the living room, and turn every which way so that the women could see her in her total nudity. She was not to stand still, but keep moving about in the middle of the living room.
·When Betsy would give her the signal, Penny would walk slowly over to the dining room, take the first set of intimate apparel, bring it back to the center of the living room and put it on.
·With that set, Penny would have to model it, moving about in the middle of the living room, not stopping, showing the women how it looked on her. She would have to model it perfectly, to show how it fit and looked on her, to raise her arms high over her head, to bend over all the way down, to really model that set.
