The following is a fantasy requested by one of my readers. Hope you enjoy it!
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Penny sorted through the mail. The usual lot: bills, catalogs, applications for credit cards. She was about to toss it all aside when a smallish envelope with very flowery handwriting caught her attention. She opened it and read: 'You are cordially invited to a Lady of the Night lingerie party at the home of Kimberly Morgan, this Saturday, the twenty-first at one PM.'
Penny stared at the invitation. She read the name once more. 'Kimberly Morgan.'
Again. This time, aloud. "Kimberly Morgan."
She made the connection. 'Miss Dean's ballet class!'
Less than a month earlier, Penny's daughter had begun taking dance lessons at D & J Studios, and had become fast friends with another newcomer: Heather Morgan. Kimberly was her mother.
"Yes." Penny almost purred. Images of her hostess dressed in a barely-there outfit slowly filled her thoughts. "Kimberly Morgan."
A spark kindled between Penny's legs, as memories of the first time they'd met took over. How embarrassed she'd been when she was caught staring at Kimberly's long, sexy legs. How wet she'd become wondering what it would be like to suck, lick, kiss, tease the slightly older miss' rather smallish breasts. How dizzy; at the thought of moving down. Lower . . .
"Come on Mom! Time to go!"
Her daughter's not-so-patient call brought Penny back to reality. Her face was flushed, and her pussy craving attention. She wanted nothing more than to grab her favorite vibrator and let it work its magic right then and there, but . . .
"MOM!!!!"
With a sigh, Penny returned the invitation to its envelope and tucked it in her purse.
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It was a little after noon when Penny finished dressing for the party. (White blouse; flowered skirt that fell mid-calf; sandals. No bra. No panties.)
"What time will you be back?" her husband, Mark, asked.
"I'm not sure." Penny answered, "I don't want to be rude and leave early, so I guess I'll stay till everybody else is ready to leave. I don't know. Three, four o'clock. Why? You planning on having an orgy or something while I'm gone?"
"Never can tell."
"If you are, have everybody out of here by two thirty, that's when Hannah gets back from the birthday party."
"Doesn't give me a lot of time."
"Such is life."
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The drive to Kimberly's house was a short one. Penny pulled up in front of the nicely-restored Victorian, and turned off the motor. As she did, another car arrived, and two women in summery dresses got out. Her imagination began to run wild as visions of them modeling thong panties and lace push-up bras took hold. She shook it off, then got out and followed them up the walk.
Kimberly answered the door. "Joy! Kathy! Hi! I'm so glad you could come. Penny! Hi!"
The two women turned in Penny's Direction.
"Joy, Kathy," Kimberly said, "I'd like you to meet Penny. Her daughter and mine are in the same dance class."
"Nice to meet you." Penny said, as Joy and Kathy gave her the same lusty inspection she had given them.
"Let's go in." Kimberly said, "Nancy's just about set up."
Joy and Kathy went inside. Kimberly subtly blocked Penny's way. "Penny," she said, "I have a favor to ask."
"Okay."
"Normally, when Nancy does one of these parties, her sister Elaine models everything, but she just called to say she can't make it. So I was wondering . . . since you and Elaine are about the same size . . . would you be willing to fill in?"
The question caught Penny off guard. She thought for a brief moment, then heard herself answer: "Sure. Why not!"
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Kimberly lead Penny down the hall to a small bedroom where Nancy was waiting.
"Good news." Kimberly said, "Penny agreed to fill in and be your model."
Nancy gave Penny the once over twice. "That's great!" she said.
"I must warn you," Penny said, "I've never done this before."
"I bet you can't remember the last time you said that." Kimberly said with a knowing wink.
"You're terrible!" Nancy said.
Kimberly smiled and shrugged. Penny glanced first at Nancy, then at Kimberly trying to figure out what was going on.
"Ignore her." Nancy said, turning her attention to Penny, "She's just jealous." She turned her attention back to Kimberly. "Now; if you'll leave us alone so we can get the show on the road?"
"Alright. I'm going." Kimberly laughed as she pulled the door closed behind her.
"Have you ever been to a lingerie party before?" Nancy asked.
"No." Penny replied.
"Okay. Here's the crash course." Nancy said, "It's girls only, and the first thing I do is hand out catalogs to everyone. Now, don't get me wrong, the catalog does a good job of showing you what everything looks like; but just about everyone needs to see it on a live model before they can make up their mind before they're willing to buy. That's where you come in. As my deal closer.
"It's not too tough. All you need to do is go around the room once letting everybody get a good look; up close and personal. If you get my drift. Then . . . just strike a pose. Like I said: not too tough. Think you can handle it?"
"I think I can handle that." Penny said, trying to sound confident, "No problem."
"Good. Now. Time to take of your clothes, and get to work."
Penny began to unbutton her blouse. As she did, it suddenly occurred to her that she had on nothing underneath. She hesitated for a moment, somewhat embarrassed by her choice to forgo her 'undies', while attending a lingerie party. With no place to hide, she drew a deep breath, then quickly took off her blouse, and slid down her skirt.
"Going commando, I see." Nancy said.
"I was in a bit of a rush." Penny said, "I . . ."
"Don't worry about it. I do it too, from time to time." Nancy confided, before quickly changing the subject back to business.
"The first item I want you to model is on the bed. Hurry up and put it on. I'll be waiting in the living room."
Before Penny could think of anything more to say, Nancy was gone.
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The outfit laying on the bed was a rather modest, passionate-purple corset, with matching stockings, and a pair of 'dainty' slippers. Penny eyed the ensemble, then quickly dressed. Much to her surprise, it was all a perfect fit. With a mix of vanity and amusement, she studied her look in the mirror. After a moment or two, like a silly teenager, she giggled.
"I can't believe I'm going to do this!" she said.
The image reflecting back was one Penny scarcely recognized. Although she did own a couple pieces of lingerie (far more revealing than this), she had never had the guts to wear them anywhere beyond the bedroom. And to let anyone but Mark see her in them?
She turned to face the door. Her confidence began to fade. She took one, then two tentative steps. Her heart was pounding and her palms sweating. She reached for the knob and turned it.
"Here goes nothing!"
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The living room was spacious, brightly lit, and dripped with Victorian touches. Joy and Kathy were seated on a period love-seat in front of a large bay window. Kimberly: in a matching chair alongside. Nancy was standing next to the fireplace opposite them.
Penny stepped inside and struck a pose.
"This number," Nancy began, "is our best selling corset. Page three of the catalog, item number three A: a taste of Venice."
Remembering Nancy's instructions, Penny slowly strutted around the room, giving each of the women a chance to look her over.
"It has hidden under-wire cups with removable push-up pads," Nancy continued, "and a spandex back with hook and eye closure. The garter-straps are adjustable for a perfect fit; and are removable. The matching low rise booty shorts are included, but the stockings and slippers are sold separately."
"Penny? Would you come back over here a minute?" Joy asked.
"Certainly." Penny replied.
"Nancy," Joy began, "you said something about under-wire cups. Don't they hurt?"
"Feel for yourself."
"Do you mind?" Joy asked.
"Not at all." Penny said, caught-up in the moment.
Joy ran her hands over Penny's double D breasts. Tentative at first, then bolder. Her fingertips: pressing; exploring. "I see what you mean."
"Let me feel." Kathy said.
More than a little; turned-on, Penny stepped to the side, and invited Kathy's more investigative touch. "You're right." Kathy said, "I can barely feel the under-wire at all; but it sure does a nice job supporting her boobs!"
Kimberly was next. Like Kathy's, her hands examined every covered inch of Penny's barely-covered breasts. "What I like about it," she said, "is that you can't tell where the padding leaves off and the real thing begins."
"Penny?" Nancy interrupted, "Why don't you go put on the next outfit while we discuss the merits of this one? It's hanging on the closet door."
Not really ready to give-up the arousing attention, Penny reluctantly turned and made her exit.
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Penny started back to the make-shift dressing room. As she walked, her heart raced, and her pussy burned with desire. She played the events of the last ten minutes over and over in her mind. It was like waking from a dream. Desperately, she tried to make sense of it all. Her pace slowed. She stopped dead in her tracks. The improbability of this fantasy-cum-true settled in.
'What are the odds?' she thought, 'I barely know Kimberly, but she didn't hesitate to ask me to fill in on a moment's notice. How did she know I'd do it? How did she know everything would fit like it were tailor-made? And all the touching. How did they know that's what I wanted and that I wouldn't freak out?'