by Bridy McAvoy
Susie had hung her dress on a peg and was stripping her black transparent thong down her legs. Lizzie pushed her dress off to puddle on the floor around her heels and began to push her red thong off her hips. Confronted with their two naked neighbors, Carol and Rebecca could only follow suit. Susie was sitting facing them, not bothering to close her legs, showing the neat patch of blonde curls between them. Lizzie was sitting more modestly, but in her case it was her magnificent rack that would, and did, draw their eyes. Quickly the two women stripped off their dresses and panties and sat down along the side walls. Only just in time, as there was a knock on the door.
“Naked or not, I’m coming in.”
Victor bustled through the door, mercifully closing it behind him, although he didn’t lock it. He had an armful of the smallest bikinis Rebecca had ever seen. Carol had both seen and worn one when Lizzie had lent her one of the white ones. Obviously Lizzie wasn’t just a regular patron of the establishment.
“Okay, ladies. Who’s first?”
“I am.”
Susie stood and walked into the center of the room, apparently unmoved by being naked in front of the fussy store manager. Her erect nipples betrayed her actual state, though. Carol glanced down at herself and realized hers, too, were erect, either from the exposure to the cool air or from the situation. She felt her pussy start to lubricate and was aware it wasn’t from cold air. As she glanced up she saw Lizzie was watching her with a smile on her face. The female half of the couple who now controlled her, winked and turned her attention back to Victor, who was fussily circling Susie standing passively as he measured her.
“I think for you it has to be the rose color—your blonde coloring here and here.”
He touched her head and then deliberately and slowly trailed his fingertips through her blonde pubic hair. Susie bit her lip and her hips twitched but she stood still and allowed him his liberties.
“And, of course, we want to accentuate the brown of these.” Both of Victor’s hands came up and he tweaked Susie’s nipples quite hard. She gasped.
“Fine.”
Susie continued to stand still as Victor took the rose colored bikini from the pile he had unceremoniously dumped on one of the low tables, and proceeded to carefully tie the two parts into place around Susie’s body. The touching didn’t stop throughout the procedure. Finally, he stepped back from the now heavily breathing blonde.
“Now, what do you think, ladies? Isn’t she just stunning, absolutely divine?”
Susie unselfconsciously modeled the bikini for the others until Lizzie finally spoke up.
“Perfect, Victor, absolutely perfect. I’m sure our guests will adore it. Now, my turn, what color for me?”
Susie returned to her chair and Lizzie stepped nonchalantly forward.
“Definitely the pale green for you. When you take the gusset out you want your admirers to see these, don’t you?”
This time Victor wound a couple of his fingers into Lizzie’s trimmed bush and pulled slightly. Lizzie jerked and gasped. As Victor moved around behind her he raised his fingers to his nose and delicately sniffed.
“Such lovely aroma, sweetie. Is all that just for me?”
“Of course it is, Victor. You know what you do to me.”
Victor reached around from behind her and cupped her large breasts, hefting them before tweaking the nipples even harder than he had Susie’s. Lizzie ground her rump back into him, obviously making connection with the bulge in his trousers that gave away the fact that he was at least bi and not merely gay.
Again the watching women were treated to the sight of Victor not only dressing one of them, but continuing to play with the body presented to him in this fashion. The bottoms didn’t quite fit Lizzie to his complete satisfaction and he remedied this by inserting his hand down the front of them, the gasp and shudder from Lizzie betraying the fact that he was doing more than adjusting the fabric.
“Satisfied, darling?”
“I will be if you keep doing that. Don’t stop for a moment.”
The thin stretch fabric covered but did not conceal the way his fingers were moving inside the scanty triangle of cloth that covered Lizzie’s pussy. The three women were treated to the sight of him finger fucking her to orgasm as her hips ground back into him, unable to keep herself still. Finally, as her tremors subsided, he removed his hand and brought his fingers up to her mouth, where she eagerly sucked them clean of her own juices.
“Right, which of you two naked lovelies is next, then?”
Neither of them moved. He crooked his finger at Rebecca as a suddenly weak-legged Lizzie sank down into her chair.
Knowing she had no choice, Rebecca stood and stepped into the middle of the floor.
“Hands above your head, sweetie. I need to get a good look at you. All of you.”
Rebecca complied.
“Open your legs wider darling, I need to see how it will fit down there.”
Again she complied, shuffling her feet to a position about shoulder width apart. She was facing Carol and looking right at her as Victor moved around behind his living mannequin. His hands mapped the smooth curves of her ass and then moved to rest gently on her hips.
“This is a real beauty you have bought me today, Lizzie darling. She is beautiful enough to model for me. So sexy.”
With that his hand dipped down, Carol’s eyes following the movement as he very deliberately inserted one finger into Rebecca’s slit.
“Baby blue for this little beauty, I think. Don’t you agree, sweetie?”
He was sawing his finger in and out of Rebecca’s slit, his thumb mashing against her hooded clitoris, and his other hand stroking her breasts as he spoke to her. Rebecca had closed her eyes and allowed her head to sink back as the physical sensations began to send spasms through her overheated body. Almost casually, but with an air of mastery, Victor continued to minister to her until she, too, crashed into a scintillating orgasm.
She swayed on her weakened legs as Victor deftly draped the tiny triangles of light blue fabric over her gasping body and tied the strings into position.
“Perfect, Victor, just perfect.”
Lizzie was obviously happy with the third choice, and Rebecca gratefully made her way over to her chair to recover as Victor turned to the last naked woman, and held out his hand for Carol to join him in the middle of the room.
Carol could clearly see the outline of his hard prick in the thin trousers he wore and, as he took her hand, he pulled her in close to him.
“Last but not least, I think the lemon for this living doll, don’t you think?”
As he said this he was dry humping against her mound, his rigid dick spearing into her soft flesh at each apogee.
“Arms up high, sweetie, let’s have a good look at you,” he said, finally stepping back from her. Despite herself, she was breathing heavily as, just as with the others, he tweaked and pinched and prodded at the intimate parts of her body. However, he didn’t follow through with this, and Carol was glad when he didn’t continue to manipulate her to the same heights as the previous two. Instead, he quickly attached the bikini to her and stepped back for Lizzie to approve. She, in turn, stepped forward and turned Carol one way and then the other for inspection and finally whispered in her ear.
“It’s his turn, sweetie. Drop to your knees and do what comes naturally to you. Whatever you do, don’t clean up afterward.”
“What?”
It was too late. Lizzie stepped away, playfully swatting Carol on the butt as she did so, leaving the horrified woman staring straight at Victor who was now rubbing his crotch suggestively. Knowing there was no other course open to her, she sighed and dropped to her knees in front of the fussy middle-aged man.
“What a trooper, baby. I’ve got your reward right here.”
The sheer corniness of the line made Carol giggle as he opened his fly and extended his rampant cock toward her lips as he stepped in close. She opened her mouth and engulfed the end without protest an
d began to suck willingly enough on the hot member he thrust into her oral cavity. Not content with her setting and maintaining a rhythm, he wrapped both hands around the back of her head and took full control. Soon the tip of his thrusting dick was hitting the back of her mouth, right at the entrance of her throat, as his hands pulled her forward to meet each thrust.
Carol was struggling not to gag, but his previous actions had obviously excited Victor to the point where he wasn’t going to last long. Carol felt his penis expand and tense up just before he came and steeled herself to swallow what was about to be delivered into her mouth, but Victor had other ideas. One hand had undone the knot on the halter neck of her bikini and, in the ensuing action, it had fallen to below her protruding breasts. Now he pulled out his near to bursting dick from her mouth and angled it down at her breasts, proceeding to pump several strings of thick ropey cum onto her exposed tits.
Carol sat back on her heels as Victor tucked himself back into his trousers and then leaned down, playfully ruffling her hair.
“Off with the bikinis, ladies, I need to finish the sale.”
The other three stripped off the bikinis and handed them to Victor. When Carol didn’t move, he simply squatted down and undid the knots before unceremoniously removing the loose fabric from her body.
He grabbed the untried items and, before any of them could start getting dressed, opened the door wide. Rebecca and Carol quickly tried to cover up as he called out on exiting.
“Usual souvenirs, please, darlings. Chop, chop, I’ve got a business to run.”
Anything else he had to say was lost as he pulled the door closed behind him.
“Dresses on, ladies. Leave your panties on the hooks; they’re his souvenirs, you see. Carol, don’t clean that off. Let it dry on you. It’s such a wicked look.”
Lizzie and Susie quickly pulled on their dresses but made no move to collect their thongs from the hooks on the wall. Resignedly, Rebecca and, finally, Carol followed suit before Lizzie led the way up to the checkout where she calmly paid for the twelve fifty dollar bikinis she had just bought. Carol’s dress stuck to the clammy thick goo that coated her breasts but she could do nothing about it on Lizzie’s instructions.
“Come on, ladies. Shoe shop next.”
Carol and Rebecca simply looked at each other, both embarrassed by what they had just witnessed and coming to the realization that the day had only just begun. Carol shuddered at the thought of what going into the shoe shop and being fitted for heels would entail, given her current state of dress. Rebecca matched her as she realized the same cause for concern.
Chapter 31
Entry into the shoe shop resulted in a similar display of simulated affection as Lizzie greeted the manager.
“Tony, darling, the girls and I would like some nice heels, about three and a half inches, strappy, and in black and white, and maybe that nice Palin red, if you’ve got any.”
“I’m sure we can accommodate you, Lizzie. Have we ever let you down?” He turned to the others.
“And your sizes, ladies?”
Before Rebecca or Carol could answer, Susie chirped up.
“You’ll have to measure us, we want them fitted, sweetheart.”
He beamed at them. With them all wearing short dresses, you could see his eyes light up as he was figuring to glimpse panties as he fitted the shoes. He was going to be getting more than he bargained for, thought Carol, as he led the four women over to a row of chairs smack bang in the middle of the shop, before dragging the measuring ramp up in front of Lizzie.
“Let’s see, I think you were just a five when you came in here last, weren’t you, honey? And a narrow fitting?”
Lizzie lifted her right foot onto the measuring slope and he deftly undid the shoe she was wearing before sliding her foot down so her toes hit the measuring bar. Tony was enjoying himself and taking his time with one of his best customers.
Glancing up, he could clearly see that the skirt had risen up to reveal the lace top of Lizzie’s stocking as he continued to manipulate the leg. Wanting to see the flash of what he assumed would be silk or cotton at the juncture of her legs he pushed the ramp in toward her. This raised her knee even further, causing the skirt to fall back even higher on her thigh and he could now see the flesh above the stocking top. He furtively smiled to himself and deftly slid the measuring ramp about three inches to the side and glanced back up. The glance became a stare as he could now clearly see that Lizzie was, in fact, not wearing underwear at all. His breath caught and, after a couple of seconds, he shook himself and turned his face away.
“As I thought, a narrow five.” Do you want me to fit yours now, darling, or measure the other ladies?”
“Oh, measure us all and then maybe you can get one of your hunky assistants to help fit them.”
“Fine, if you would just lift your foot clear.”
Lizzie lifted her foot completely clear of the ramp, in the process raising her knee far higher than she had to, forcing the skirt to fall back even more, and exposing her thigh to the entire shop with no show of concern.
As Tony shuffled over toward Rebecca, the next in line, Lizzie, making no effort to cover herself, mouthed do as I did to Rebecca who glumly nodded.
“They look the same to me, Tony, but please measure both of Rebecca’s feet for her, just in case.”
“No problem.”
Tony repeated the procedure with Rebecca and, by the time he had finished, he had had a pretty good close-up view of her cunt and could smell that she had recently cum as her aroma wafted out from under the skirt. She sat there, blushing scarlet, with her skirt laid back on both thighs exposing a huge amount of thigh flesh above her stockings to anyone else in the shop. Only the barest pelmet of material kept her pussy concealed from the roving eyes of any passing customer. As Tony moved in front of Carol who was next in line, Rebecca moved to brush her skirt down only to be met by Lizzie’s restraining hand.
The now heavily perspiring manager repeated the procedure with Carol, who finished in exactly the same position as Rebecca before he moved over to Susie. When he finished with Susie he climbed to his feet.
“If you ladies will excuse me, I’m going to go out to the stock room to pick out your sizes for you.”
Susie jumped up and linked her arm through his.
“I’ll come with you, you definitely look like you need a helping hand.”
She winked at the other three and Lizzie laughed at her friend’s sally. We’ll be here. She brushed her own skirt back down from her thigh, re-establishing some modesty indicating that the other two relieved women could do so, too.
When Susie returned it was obvious to all concerned what she had been doing in the stock room.
The shoes, of course, fitted perfectly.
* * * *
The next shop Lizzie took them to was a high class boutique where the manageress performed exactly as the two previous managers had and outfitted them all in some fabulous outfits. This time it was Rebecca who paid the piper by eating the manageress to an orgasm, before being required to leave the shop with the woman’s cum glistening on her face.
Finally, the lingerie shop owner added her juices, this time to Carol’s fingers, as Lizzie rounded off the shopping trip with several matching sets of underwear, several camisoles and tiny nightdresses all fitted expertly by the shop owner.
Eventually Lizzie and a definitely excited Susie took their relieved neighbors home.
“Don’t forget, it’s the election results party at our house tomorrow night at about eight o’clock. Dress nice but not outrageously; after all, your husbands will be there.”
Lizzie laughed uproariously as the two women left the car.
Chapter 32
The evening was mild so the three couples, plus Susie who had been let down by her date at the last minute, clustered on the decking. Phil kept leaving the group every ten minutes or so to ring the campaign headquarters to check the progress of the count.
None of
the four elegantly dressed women let slip their activities of the previous few days to the two oblivious husbands who continued to utter banal small talk whilst the wine disappeared at a prodigious rate.
Finally, at eleven o’clock Phil called them all through to the home cinema where he had tuned the huge screen into the local cable channel. The civic hall was spread out before them and they could see the two mayoral candidates, Joe on one side and, on the other, his rather insipid looking Republican opponent flanking a formally dressed man who approached the microphone stand.
“Ladies and gentlemen, your attention, please.”
Slowly the hubbub in the room subsided. Carol saw Lizzie slip her hand into Phil’s and give him a reassuring squeeze. Phil looked anxious. So the polls had been closer than Joe had predicted. She was rather touched by Lizzie’s show of support for her husband; it showed they were human after all. She looked over at her own husband who was leaning on the back of the couch, his eyes partly glazed, swaying slightly. Fairly obviously he was drunk, not yet falling down drunk, but well-oiled at the least. Glancing across she saw Rebecca frowning at her own husband who appeared to be in a similar state.
Finally, the noise from the hall dropped away to a silence which seemed absolute.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I have the final results count for the position of mayor of our fair city. The result appeared to be close for many wards but in the end the result is a clear and positive one.”
There was a surge of clapping form the canvassers who surrounded the stage in front of the cameras which drowned out his next couple of sentences. Finally his voice penetrated the noise.
“… and so I take great pleasure in announcing that the city has re-elected Joe Brown as our mayor for the next four years.”
The whole hall erupted in applause and Carol watched as his beaten opponent stepped toward the re-elected mayor and, for the cameras, enthusiastically pumped his hand in a warm handshake.
“Whooooooheee!…”
Lizzie’s yell split the silence in the room as she threw her arms round her husband, the new deputy mayor to congratulate him.