A continuing story of lesbian seduction, awakening, control, and intense edging. In this chapter, Julia and Felicity are excited by what they wear.
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Felicity clambered to her feet looking shaky and emotional. "I don't think I have the energy for hill climbing anyway, but I really do want to go out wearing that triangle top. I want people to look at me, and I think you'll enjoy seeing their reaction? So how's about we fast-forward to cocktails?" she suggested.
"Yes, let's do it. It's still hot out. I could do with something cold, long and sugary to perk me up."
"Am I too much for you Julia?"
"Never too much of a good thing, my lovely."
Felicity unclipped her sexy black bra and dropped it on the floor with all the other discarded clothing. I watched her as she walked to the kitchen and back, her naked beautiful body fully on display as though this was perfectly natural in front of a much older woman who, to be honest, she hardly knew. She obviously trusted me.
I wrestled with my innermost needs. I knew I was growing to like her, very much, and I'd miss her once she'd gone. But she was right. We have until morning, and that's plenty of time to fulfil some of my deepest lusts and desires.
I heard the shower running. 'Cocktails', I mused. I knew just the place, and just the right outfit.
I selected carefully from my extensive 'seduction' wardrobe and pulled out a top, a skirt, a sexy bra, some very exciting knickers, and coordinated shoes. But I too needed a shower to freshen up and, sadly, to wash away the very distinctive natural scent of another woman on my skin.
Considering my semi-permanently simmering state of arousal, it was a big mistake to turn the hand-held shower accessory from 'soft deluge' to 'narrow jet' but I love the feeling. I played the powerful water stream all over my skin, which had suddenly become one huge contiguous erogenous zone, and especially on my nipples and clit. The sensations penetrated my deeper emotions and triggered a desire raised to quite another level. Desire for Felicity, yes of course, but also a desire for something more basic. More animalistic, more irresistible. But I managed, just, to resist, to avoid going too far. So again I successfully staved off a much-needed orgasm, for at least a few more hours anyway, and I derived a certain satisfaction from that.
I turned the shower ring to 'soft mist' and rinsed off the last bubbles of gel from my ultra-sensitive skin, dried off and dressed. I knew Felicity was going for something brightly coloured and revealing so, not wanting to be upstaged, I'd selected a bright pineapple yellow sleeveless wrap-over top and a raven-black skirt, also in a wrap-over style, that finished about half way down my thighs. Under the top I'd chosen to wear an expensive deep-plunge black push-up bra that I'd only worn once before because the effect on my boobs is quite extreme. It pushes the smooth firm flesh of my 34D breasts upwards and together giving me a very pronounced cleavage which looks very alluring. When I wrapped the top around myself body and tied it off on my left hip-bone, the bra itself was not visible, even to the point that it might appear that I wasn't wearing one, but that was all part of the game we play.
By comparison, the skirt looked quite modest. But then who would know that underneath I'd chosen to wear some very special black knickers? They consisted of a wide stretchy lace waistband that comfortably sat low on my hips, with several narrow lace-decorated spaghetti straps that dropped from the centre-front and centre-back. These were all then connected between my legs to two short strings of artificial pearls. Normally these swayed nicely as I moved, constantly reminding me they were there. But when I pulled the waistband higher on my hips the effect was to pull the pearls deep into my vulva, nestling tightly either side, between my inner and outer lips. Even more thrilling was the way, when I walked, they would trap my clitoris and create a delicious rhythmic pinching and sliding movement that was impossible to ignore. I'd only ever worn these indoors before so walking the few hundred metres to the cocktail bar would be interesting!
I finished my deliberately showy look with a pair of very special glossy strappy shoes in a strong yellow to match my top, with about a four-inch heel. I was delighted to have found these about a year ago in a specialist shop just close to this same apartment. They do them in a range of exotic bright colours and they're made locally, I think.
I rearranged my hair, going for the rough unstructured look as my light auburn ringlets fell down the sides of my face. I quickly dabbed on some mascara, yellow eye-shadow and russet-ginger lip gloss. I sprayed on some classy perfume and slipped rings on my fingers and toes, some bracelets and bangles on my wrists and I was ready to hit the early evening crowds. I also picked up a little something from my more exotic jewellery box for Felicity to wear.
I walked through to the lounge and she was already there, looking totally stunning. She smiled at me and complimented me on my look, including using a lovely line I remember from some obscure American TV series 'That bra makes your tits look amazing.'
As expected, she was wearing that neon pink triangle top with the bejewelled choker collar, paired with the short white flared skirt and those trashy shoes from the market with the five-inch heels and platforms.
"You can't wear those ridiculous shoes baby you'll break either them or your ankles," I advised. But Felicity just giggled and posed cheekily, which, combined with the fact she'd put her hair in two bunches, tied with pink ribbons she must have found in the kitchen, only conspired to make her look even younger than she probably was. I loved it and told her so.
"Well sweetie it's obvious you're not wearing a bra," I observed and she smiled broadly, adding "no undies either, Miss Julia."
"Good, Now come over here because I have a little something else for you to wear."
She tottered over to me and held out her hand.
"No. Pull up your skirt and open your legs."
Felicity looked confused, but obediently presented her pretty pussy to me. I reached up, and she flinched when I attached the first of 3 small clips to one of her inner labia (her 'flappy bits').
"What the fuck?" she exclaimed and tried to look down to see. I told her to keep still as I attached the second clip to her other lip, then finally the third to her clit hood, just above its treasure. The three clips were all interconnected with three delicate gold chains that hung loose and had a few glass beads threaded onto them. I'd worn this cute adornment set before and knew just how good it felt on me, but it looked especially promising on Felicity, sitting nice and free to swing and sway in the generous gap at the top of her thighs.
She tried to walk over to the tall mirror by the door, but only made it half-way before stopping and looking at me.
"This is just for inside, just whilst we're in the apartment, right?"
I shook my head.
"Oh no, no, please no. I can't go out like this. I'll have an orgasm after the first 50 metres."
"Not allowed sweetie."
"'I'm sorry, I can't do it."
"Yes you can, Flix. Positive thinking, Flix."
"Yeah, dead right. I'm positive it's going to be unbearable."
"That's all part of the excitement. Anyway, you don't know what I'm wearing, Flix," I pouted, coyly.
"Nothing like this I doubt."
"You'll be surprised" I replied with a wink, "as you'll find out later."
"Can't wait, Miss. OK," she sighed, "I'm ready as I'll ever be. Shall we go?"
I took her hand and led her to the door, both of us stepping carefully, trying not to create the wrong kind of hip movements.
"Cocktails, baby!" I announced, and pressed the 'down' button in the glass elevator.
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As we stepped cautiously along the narrow streets that led a couple of blocks back from the beach, neither of us spoke much as we were both focussed on the feelings between our legs. Occasionally I had to stop for a moment to regain composure by squatting slightly with my hands on my knees. Felicity copied me and agreed it did help to suppress the powerful stimulation our pussies were being subjected to by our 'adornments'.
Suddenly Felicity stumbled. I heard a loud crack and she grabbed hold of me for support.
"You OK?" I asked.
