Yumiko Goes to a Birthday Party
My name is Yumiko and I first met Sarah last summer at the birthday party of a mutual friend, Emily. It was a warm summer evening and we planned to gather at Emily's apartment around 8 pm. She lives on the 38th floor of a high rise on the East Side.
I didn't especially dress with any thought that something sexual might happen that night, that I might meet someone whom I wanted to attract and seduce, that I might end up in bed with another woman. And this is what happened.
After a shower I began to dress. It was early in the summer so my legs were not at all tan. I put on a silk peach colored eight-strap garter belt and shiny dark beige hose to cover my pale legs. I put on a a crisp, tight, and fitted white fine cotton stretchy blouse which buttoned up the front. Below that I wiggled into an extremely tight and fairly short pale blue skirt made of stretchy lycra. The fabric of the blouse had a distinct transparency but I made a conscious decision to not wear a bra. Although I am Japanese, I am rather "busty" with a full 34C cup. When I looked at myself in the mirror I noticed that I could see the aureoles surrounding my nipples through the material. My nipples were rubbing and poking through the fine fabric. I left the top three buttons undone and I could see my substantial natural cleavage. From the left side-angle, anyone could see the entirety of my right breast and nipple if they so desired.
Due to the heat and the tightness of my skirt I wore no panties. With this I slipped on a pair of four inch red patent leather stiletto Louboutin heels, contrasting with my skirt. I made up my face, using a bright red lipstick and worked carefully on my eyes, making the lids a darker brown than usual and I also greatly enhanced them with long thick false eyelashes. I wore no jewelry other than a pair of large diamond stud earrings, a thick gold choker, and some bangles on each wrist.
Again, as I examined myself before the mirror as I was leaving, I could see, clearly delineated due to the extreme tightness of my skirt, all eight straps of my garter belt, each running down the fronts, sides, and backs of my thighs and buttocks and the bumps created by the hooks where they secured my stockings. In the back, I noticed that the straps dug into my ass cheeks. It was obvious that I was wearing stockings, held in place by a multi-strapped suspender belt.
When I arrived, most of the other guests were strangers and as I went through the rooms, introducing myself or being introduced, I saw Sarah staring at me from across the room. I returned her glances, thinking that she was an exceptionally attractive woman, about my age. I soon walked over to her and introduced myself.
Sarah is petite, about 5 ft 1 inches tall but with a remarkable body and face. She was wearing a lightweight, shortish rayon summer dress in cream which buttoned up the front from top to bottom. Her dress was pleasantly immodest in that the fabric was quite transparent and it fit her very snugly. One could see her lacy white low cut bra and what were obviously tiny thong panties underneath. She, too, had on red high heels -- and I immediately noticed they were Louboutins, which always tells you something about a girl -- and was wearing three intertwined gold anklets on her left leg. I found so many things attractive about her: she obviously had quite large breasts and rather round hips. Her skin was freckled, something which I have always thought cute, and her reddish brown hair was worn up in a pony tail.
Her arms were firm and her legs were slightly muscular; she was obviously some sort of athlete or dancer with a very solid body. Her smile was very infectious and charming. She had also obviously spent a lot of time making up her face: her eyes and lips were most carefully done. I thought her to be not only a very sexy and attractive woman but also a woman with a winning personality. Our conversation didn't continue for more than a minute because we were asked to come to the large dining room table. I deliberately sat next to Sarah and throughout the dinner and celebrations I continued to notice how she would stare at me and steal peeks at my bare breasts and pay special attention when I would say something. And, when I deliberately let my skirt ride up, revealing my stocking tops, she couldn't take her eyes off my legs.
About midnight I had had enough and said my goodbyes. I could not help but notice that Sarah suddenly stood up and started to prepare to leave as well.
She smiled and said "Let's go together. But can you wait a moment while I use the bathroom?"
I replied "sure" and Sarah went off down the hall.
When she came back, it was obvious: she had taken off her bra and panties. The transparency and tightness of her dress revealed the shape of her large breasts and erect nipples and the color of her nipples. It was also clear that she had a small delta of pubic hair above her lower lips. She had unbuttoned several fastenings at the top and at the bottom of her dress, revealing her deep cleavage and her thighs, nearly to her pussy.
We both went to the door at the same time and proceeded down the long hallway to the elevator together, she following me. I could sense which way this evening was going so I undid several more buttons of my blouse, down to my waistline. I asked her whether we were going in the same direction, hoping to share a cab with her, and when she said "Downtown'" I lied and said I lived downtown too. On the long elevator ride down we stood at opposite sides of the small elevator, leaning back against the walls, examining each other, smiling and saying nothing. The atmosphere was very tense and sexual. I had a strong desire to have this woman, to take her to bed immediately.
