Over the course of the following days Jen and Annie found themselves more distracted than they had ever been before. Thoughts filled the young mothers' minds, thoughts of each other, of what they had done and how much they had enjoyed it and desired to try it again. Nevertheless, life must go on and tended to get in the way of their passion. Indeed, it was more than just the business of life that restrained them; it was also an unnerving fear of embarking on that journey again. This was especially the case for the more conservative, even up tight, Jen who still had many misgivings and a sense of guilt about what transpired. It was over a week after their first sexual encounter before they saw one another again. It was Annie who finally broached the subject of reuniting, albeit for a simple chat over tea some morning and later maybe a little lunch, with the emphatic stress that there were no strings attached, no expectations of anything more than two friends returning to their usual enjoyable discussions; it was going to be just like old times, Annie assured Jen.
Although Jen was assured of the innocence of their meeting, she still felt conflicted about how to dress for the occasion. In the end, she wore a simple pencil skirt, whose hem was undoubtedly a little shorter --perhaps two inches above the knees - than was typical for Jen; with small slits up the sides and matching jacket, a pretty blouse; with a fine, lacey red bra and matching panties, not to mention thigh high stockings- all a little more provocative then was common for her to wear, but still decidedly conservative and unrevealing. Further, Jen made sure she had her best makeup highlights, not too much as to be gaudy or 'tarty,' but enough to accentuate her appearance; especially her crystal blue eyes, along with a little extra attention to giving more curl to her shoulder length hair. To cap off her outfit, Jen wore one of her best pairs of shoes -- quite a flat heel, since she was already quite tall- and a cute little handbag that seemed to add a little more feminine appeal.
Just as Annie was about to answer the door, Jen felt a pang of regret at ever coming, "This is so wrong, I'm a happily married woman . . .and mother too!"
Yet, when she saw her friend's friendly smiling face, her apprehension disappeared. "Hey you!" Annie let out with her typically warm, laid-back tone, "I've been hoping you'd show up soon." With that Annie gave Jen a quick nonsexual hug, putting Jen at ease. Still, Jen felt there might be more to this visit when she saw that Annie was wearing something especially feminine and pretty; something she didn't regularly do.
It was a very lovely dress, with buttons all the way up the front from the hem to the collar. Its hem was also fairly short, easily three inches above the knee. Her skirts were such that the slip was quite clearly underneath, yet it was also clear she did not have a bra on as the dress was quite sheer and the gaps between the button holes were larger than they maybe should have been; exposing much skin (that is, cleavage and quite a direct view of most of her breasts), as well as the obvious, easy to see dark coloring of her entire areolas. It was also clear Annie had no hose and either just a thong or maybe nothing at all underneath, with just her recently shaved soft, smooth legs jutting from under her dress. All the while she wore rather sexy open toe high heels that displayed her also recently red painted toenails and a toe ring on each of her feet's second toes, which just seemed to give her appearance a little extra sensuality. Annie's shoes also did quite a bit to even the difference between the women's heights.
As the women chatted, laughed, and settled down in the living room for a cup of tea and more frivolous gossip, it almost seemed like old times; as if nothing sexual had happened between them. Finally, it was when Jen noticed something new near the fireplace that began to unravel this state of trite conversation and turn it into another direction.
"Oh what is that by the fireplace, Annie? I must see!" Jen exuded before getting up to go nearer, then bending over to look at the item.
"Oh it's nothing, just a little knick knack I found at a local shop," replied Annie nonchalantly; though inside a growing desire emerged as she watched her friend's buttocks rise up (as did her skirt's hemline) and protrude through her skirt as she bent over to inspect the thing.
"Is that so, it looks rather funny, what is it?" Jen inquired, her hand reaching to touch the gnome like figurine, before accidentally knocking it over. "Oops, sorry, I didn't mean to do that!" Jen blushed and tried to fix what she had done.
"Oh you really can be a clumsy girl, can't you, Jen?" Annie said with a vexed tone as she got up to help, "here, let me take care of it!" Annie pushed Jen a little out of the way and fixed the item, provoking Jen to retaliate.
"Hey, don't push me, I didn't mean to knock it over!" Jen rebuked, pushing Annie a little harder than Annie had pushed her.
"Watch it chick or they'll be hell to pay!" Annie grabbed Jen and pushed her to the floor onto her back, her legs flying somewhat open, with her skirt pushed back a bit. Jen quickly scrambled up and soon the two women engaged in a somewhat heated, albeit also playful, wrestling match. It became quite the sight to see, two grown women dressed in quite refined, feminine attire, pushing each other, rolling on the floor, increasingly disassembling what had previously been well assembled housewives.
"You little minx, you!" Jen called out, her skirt already forced well up her thighs revealing her stocking's tops, her blouse pulled fully out of her skirt with many buttons already popped open exposing her pretty lace bra as she tried to hold her wrestling partner down.
Annie growled and fought hard, her dress' hem also pushed up and its buttons in a various states of openness, exposing much of her bare breasts underneath.
"You are in for it now, you little ho!" Annie shouted.
Her words went further than either woman had gone before, eliciting even more of a struggle before Annie tickled Jen's underarms then used her strong thighs to clench on Jen's abdomen, thus using her only advantage to gain the upper hand and hold her opponent down.
"Now who's the minx, huh slut?" Annie stared down at her squirming friend, her hands pushing Jen's to the floor while she sat on her stomach. The sight of Jen laying there, blouse now mostly open, bra pushed up exposing all of one and most of the other breast, excited Annie. Jen felt much the same way as she saw her friend's now wild, thick long hair, her dress' open top revealing her lovely two orbs of flesh, while her dress' skirt and its subordinate slip were over her hips; exposing most of her legs.
The women began to giggle uncontrollably before Annie leaned down to kiss Jen square on the lips, setting the two women ablaze with passion again. Jen reached up to cup and gently feel Annie's bare breasts, making the older woman moan with appreciation and rock on her partner's body, "that feels wonderful, let me see if you like it too." She reciprocated Jen's actions, making both women moan with pleasure as their fingers and thumbs played with the entirety of each others' breasts, not just squeezing them but rubbing, pulling, pinching, and twisting each nipple. The girls returned to a naughtier form of wrestling, now writhing over each others' bodies, playing with, even slapping each other on the breast, while their hips interlocked and engaged in a variety of squirming moves, grinding and what was becoming ever more apparently dry humping.
Annie forcibly flipped her larger lover's body over, placing her on her stomach and pulled Jen's skirt up to bare most of her panty clad bottom.
"Mmmmm, very pretty baby" Annie exhorted, her fingers caressing the fabric and the buttocks underneath, "makes me very wet seeing you like this!" With that she tugged at the pretty undergarment until Jen's entire buttocks were revealed. Annie then unbuttoned more of her dress to disclose most of her body before pulling up her slip to demonstrate only a bare, hairy twat underneath. Jen glanced back and smiled before letting out a sigh of satisfaction that they had returned to their sensual relations, her dampened pretty panties, appearing as if it were a mere wet rag, were now pulled to her knees.
