The Secret Sex Lives of Wanda Mitty

by Felix Baron

  ‘It’s stretchy. Try it on and see.’

  ‘Now?’

  ‘You’re going to open all these fabulous gifts without trying anything on? What are you made of, stone?’

  ‘You’re right. Do you have a robe I could borrow?’

  Kitty looked her friend up and down with one eyebrow raised. ‘Do I?’

  ‘Something that isn’t like that shirt you are deliberately falling out of please. Something more modest.’ Damn! She’d used her mom’s watchword. ‘modest’.

  ‘Spoilsport!’

  ‘You’re right, again, Kitty.’ Mainly to counteract her use of the word ‘modest’, Wanda dropped her skirt and discarded her blouse. That left her bare-breasted but at least she still had her bikini panties on.

  ‘You can’t wear anything at all under that dress,’ Kitty told her. ‘Nothing. Nada. Zip.’

  Wanda held the dress up to inspect it. Without her body in it, it looked about half her size. ‘Maybe you’re right. Turn around, then.’

  ‘Wanda, we’ve seen everything there is to see of each other, remember? Sunbathing? The roof? Watching each other “at play”.’

  ‘That was different, somehow. Here, alone with you in your apartment, it seems more … intimate. Be a doll and just turn, please?’

  Kitty pulled a sour face but she turned her back to Wanda. Wanda skinned out of her panties and pulled the dress over her head. So far, so good, but she had to pinch and tug, pinch and tug, to work it down over her body. The neck was a wide deep ‘V’, so popping her head out of the top was no problem, even if the long sleeves were. When Wanda emerged enough to be able to see, Kitty was looking straight at her.

  ‘Yummy!’

  ‘You said you wouldn’t watch me put it on!’

  ‘You only asked me to turn around, so I did. Around and around. It just happened I ended up facing you, dearest Wanda.’

  ‘Bitch!’

  ‘Yes I am, thanks. That’s what you love about me, Wanda.’

  ‘What do you think of this dress?’

  ‘I’ve got mirror doors on my bedroom closets. Come see for yourself.’ She began gathering Wanda’s presents up into her arms.

  ‘What are you doing?’

  ‘Saving time. You want to change out here and then go into my bedroom every time, or shall we just move the entire show into the other room and be done with it?’

  ‘Makes sense,’ Wanda allowed. Her eyes narrowed. ‘This isn’t just your way to lure me into your bedroom, is it?’

  ‘I wouldn’t need a bed to do you on, Wanda. There’s lots of furniture in here, and then there’s always the floor. Which would you prefer, bent over a footstool or spread along the couch, for starters?’

  ‘You’re bad.’

  ‘Badder than you could possibly dream.’

  ‘I guess I’ll never know about that.’

  ‘Never say never, right?’

  They carried all the parcels into Kitty’s bedroom, which had to be by far the largest room in the apartment, Wanda guessed. It had lots of mirrors, a king-sized bed, two chaises, and was decorated in pink and scarlet, with oversized animal-print pillows, much like Wanda imagined a bordello bedroom would be like.

  ‘No mirror in the ceiling over your bed?’ she joked.

  ‘I’ll have one put up, if you like.’

  ‘I’ll make do with a vertical reflection, thanks.’

  ‘So, what do you think of your vertical reflection?’

  Wanda studied herself in the mirror. The jersey clung like a second skin, even to indenting into her navel and silhouetting her nipples. The scoop of the neckline gave her a deep cleavage and the ankle-length skirt was slit to where the tops of her stocking would have been, were she wearing them.

  ‘He got your measurements exactly right,’ Kitty commented.

  ‘From that Mr Pink, I guess. I thought he took a lot of unnecessary measurements when he was fitting me for my riding habit.’

  ‘So, what do you think?’

  ‘Dare I wear it in public?’

  ‘I don’t think that Henry will give you any choice. That’s not his way, as I’m sure you’ve discovered. Anyway, it’s for Latin dancing, in Rio, right? I’ve been there, done that. By Rio lambada standards, what you have on is relatively modest.’

  ‘I don’t like that word.’

  ‘What word?’

  ‘Modest.’

  ‘OK, I won’t use it then. Conservative?’

  ‘I think I’m learning about a whole new side of Henry,’ Wanda said.

  ‘You like the new side that you’re seeing?’

  ‘Oh yes, very much. Kitty, this might sound gushy and teenager-ish, but the more I learn about Henry, the more I love him.’

  ‘Aw! That’s lovely. I hope you go on finding many more reasons to love him, for the rest of your life.’

  Wanda couldn’t help but hug Kitty for that, but the bitch took advantage to grope her bum and grind pubes, so she pulled away.

  ‘You started it that time,’ Kitty said.

  ‘And now I’m finishing it. What’s next?’

  ‘Shall I help you off with that?’

  ‘No thanks. Next?’

  ‘When you wear that dress for real, add those stockings with the seams and the highest heels you can dance in. You’ll kill!’

  ‘Thanks for the tip. How about this one?’ Wanda picked up a gold-wrapped parcel and ripped the paper off. ‘More hosiery?’ She pulled the garment out of the box. No, not stockings, it’s …’ Wanda held it up in front of herself. ‘Can it be a dress?’

  Kitty clapped and jumped up and down, letting her loose shirt flap up higher than her navel. ‘Try it on! Try it on!’

  Throwing all caution, and damned modesty, to the winds, Wanda peeled herself out of the black jersey dress. She shot a hip at Kitty. ‘Suffer, Kitty-cat. Watch me all you like. Lookee, lookee, no touchee, remember. On your own head be it.’

  ‘Such sweet suffering!’ Kitty put a thoughtful fingertip to her dimpled chin and cocked her head. ‘Is that from Shakespeare or did I just make it up?’

  ‘A bit of each, I think. Right, let’s see about this one.’ It became apparent why she’d confused the dress with hosiery. It was black again, a high-necked, long-sleeved fitted dress that went down almost to her knees, but it was as transparent as dark hose except for two opaque bands, each about six inches wide, one across her breasts and the other around her pubes and bottom.

  Kitty switched a standard lamp on. The light was pink, of course. ‘Stand in front of this, please?’

  Wanda was getting into the spirit of teasing Kitty. It was very flattering, having another young woman drool over her. And it was just girls having a bit of fun, after all. She posed between the lamp and where Kitty stood, facing her with her thighs spread as wide apart as the dress allowed, then with a hollowed back, in silhouette, to show off the svelte lines of her bum, breasts and midriff.

  Kitty exclaimed, ‘I love it! Next one, please?’

  Next came an outfit that screamed ‘cha-cha’ to Wanda. There was a tiny skirt that barely covered her pubes and a very short bolero jacket, both covered with gold and red ruffles. As soon as she’d put it on, Wanda felt moved to hold her arms up, fingers posed to click imaginary castanets, and shake her shoulders and hips. In a mock-Latin accent, she asked, ‘You like my looks, Senorita?’

  Kitty cried, ‘Ole!’

  There was another, similar, but with a circular ankle-length skirt that wasn’t ruffled and barely covered her pubic mound. Next came a long metallic gold dress that clung, had a neckline that ‘V’d down to her waist and had a slit up her left leg that reached her hip. It came with two pairs of matching thong panties. No matter how she danced, it wouldn’t expose her sex. A few experimental moves demonstrated that the same couldn’t be said for the cheeks of her bum. This was acceptable in Brazil? Weren’t the men there known as avid bottom pinchers, or was that Italy?

  And there was a ‘tap’ costume, which came with both a flirty little s
kirt and a pair of micro-shorts: and then a silver sheath, and a top that was just a skimpy bra and came with a short wrap-over skirt that only just overlapped. She’d have to be very careful what she wore under it.

  Two of the dresses were black stretch lace, very Spanish, very see-through, except in three strategic places. Similarly, another one looked like a spider’s web, denser over her nipples and mound, with an oblique ragged ‘handkerchief’ hemline, from just below her left hip to just lower than her right knee. Given a straw broom and a pumpkin, she could be a very naughty witch, come Halloween. Which she’d be celebrating with Henry! That was a lovely thought. As he loved ‘dress up’, he had to feel very special about Halloween.

  All the time that Wanda was changing in and out of costumes and blatantly flaunting her body, Kitty was fondling herself under the inadequate concealment of her silk shirt. Wanda pretended not to notice but was secretly very pleased. More than pleased – she was turned on by the silent applause. When someone masturbates at the sight of you, that’s as sincere as admiration can get.

  Dressed in the last outfit, an entirely off-one-shoulder, and half off her left breast, micro-dress in liquid silver with a diagonal hem that was parallel to the neckline, Wanda asked, ‘So how is it going with you and Chuck these days, Kitty?’

  ‘Poor Chuck. He’s pining for me.’

  ‘He’s a good-looking boy. I bet there are lots of girls after him, all eager to console him.’

  ‘The girls he knows aren’t going to do for him what I do.’

  ‘Torment him? Tie him up?’

  ‘That’s his bag, Wanda. Don’t knock it. That lad’s a natural born masochistic submissive, like a lot of powerful men are.’

  ‘And you like that?’ Wanda asked. ‘You enjoy bossing him around?’

  Kitty looked at Wanda as if weighing up how best to answer that. ‘Me, I’m a switch. You know what that means?’

  ‘Bisexual?’

  ‘That too, but I meant a dom/sub switch. I can be a mistress or a slave, depending on who I’m with, though I’m mainly dominant when it comes to men. That’s one reason your suspicions about me and Henry are so silly. Two dominants or two submissives can be friends, good friends even, but never lovers.’

  ‘You’ve never tried to dominate Henry, in all the years you’ve known him?’

  ‘Any woman who tried that would have to be crazy and completely insensitive.’

  ‘You mean that my Henry is …?’

  ‘I’m saying nothing about Henry, except that he has a very powerful personality. You already know that.’

  ‘Of course.’ Wanda started packing up her outfits. If Kitty really thought that her Henry was one of those dominant types, she’d have said so, wouldn’t she? This would have been the ideal time for such a revelation. To Kitty, she said, ‘I really don’t understand all this kinky stuff, Kitty. You’re such a sweetheart. I know about the perverse little games you played with Chuck, who wanted exactly that, but I can’t imagine you dominating ordinary people, like me, for instance.’

  ‘I suppose you’re right,’ Kitty conceded. She paused, then looked directly into Wanda’s eyes. ‘Wanda, take all this stuff back into the dining room and pack it all back up. Be sure to put every outfit into its original box.’

  Wanda felt herself blank out for a moment but she soon recovered and scooped up an armful of dresses. She had five of them neatly folded and restored to their correct wrappings on the dining table before she realised. She’d been dominated!

  Not knowing how she felt, exactly, she dropped what she was doing and rushed back to Kitty’s bedroom. ‘You did it! To me!’ she accused.

  Kitty laughed. ‘You needed to know that about yourself, Wanda. Don’t worry, I’m not going to dominate you into making love with me.’

  ‘You couldn’t, even if you tried.’

  ‘Of course not. Now go finish your job.’

  While she folded and packed, Wanda thought hard. Was she safe here, with Kitty? Could her friend really control her that much? Of course not! Wanda had her love for Henry to protect her. And his love for her. Nothing could change that.

  In any case, she had more power over Kitty than Kitty did over her. Kitty was so horny for her body she’d do anything to get it. Well, she couldn’t have it, but to pay her back for that nasty little trick, some sort of hypnosis, likely, Wanda would make the girl well and truly suffer. She’d just have to be very careful not to cross the line between tempting Kitty mercilessly and giving her what she wanted. ‘Lookee, lookee, no touchee.’

  Wanda packed the dress she’d been wearing and returned to the bedroom, naked and not just ‘unashamed’ – but damned proud!

  Chapter Seventeen

  Kitty was sitting on her bed, propped up on stiff arms extended behind her. That one button on her shirt was undone, now. The pose, with her shoulders pushed forward, suited her slender body and made the most of her delicate little breasts.

  She looked up at Wanda and said, ‘Now that’s the best outfit of them all.’

  ‘I’m glad you like it.’

  Kitty grinned. ‘After all that exertion, I think we need to shower.’

  ‘I’ve been changing my clothes. What have you been doing?’

  ‘Restraining myself from ravishing you, Wanda.’ She shrugged her shirt off. ‘Come on, I’ll show you my bathroom.’

  ‘You expect us to shower together? No touchee, remember? I can’t see us in the shower together without some sort of contact, and that’s against the rules.’

  ‘Your rules. Don’t worry. Come and see.’

  Wanda followed Kitty. Although her friend was slender, there were dimples in the cheeks of her bottom that winked back at her.

  The bathroom was spectacular – bigger than Wanda’s bedroom by a half. There was a tub that was shaped and coloured like an oyster shell, big enough for four. The matching vanity had to be eight feet long and had three shell-shaped sinks. Then there was the shower. It was free standing, with curved sliding glass doors all the way round, and yes, like the tub, it could accommodate four people at once, easily. Inside. There were four Ionic pillars, close to the glass, with shelves for bottles and jars and hooks for sponges and loofahs.

  Kitty pointed and said, ‘You go in this side and stand under this showerhead. I’ll take the other side and the opposite one. If we keep close to the walls, there’ll be three clear feet between us. What do you say?’

  Showering like that certainly suited Wanda’s plan to tempt Kitty to distraction. It’d also be a very dangerous situation where her own libido was concerned. Well. The whole idea was for her to demonstrate her willpower, or ‘won’t’ power. What the hell! She stepped in and closed the door behind her.

  Kitty entered from the opposite side. ‘Just push the button. The temperature is preset. There’s shampoo and everything on that shelf and on this one, so there’s no need for either of us to cross the line.’ She pointed the pretty toes of her right foot and drew an imaginary line across the floor with them. ‘And never the twain will meet, or need to, not unless we want them to.’ She looked at Wanda hopefully.

  ‘Thank you.’ Wanda pushed the button. Water, at the absolutely perfect temperature, cascaded over her.

  Kitty said, ‘If you turn that knob, below the button, the stream will spread or concentrate. Push on the same knob to make it pulsate. I like it hard and in a nice rhythm, like this.’ The girl adjusted her shower and unhooked its head, which was on a metallic hose. She passed it across her breasts, which trembled violently at the throbbing pressure, then down her tummy, indenting it. She raised her voice over the noise of the two showers. ‘This is the best part. Try it. You’ll like it.’ She lifted a foot up onto a little built-in ledge and directed the spray up between her thighs. ‘Go on, Wanda. You aren’t afraid to, are you? So what if you have an orgasm? I’ve seen you climax before. You look so sexy when you’re right on the edge. I’ll control myself, honest.’

  Just to show how self-controlled she was, Wanda said, �
�That sounds like fun but I think I’ll get clean first. You go ahead without me, if you like.’

  ‘Tough, huh? OK, if you can wait for it, so can I.’ Kitty stretched to reach the shampoo, which wasn’t that high that she really need to stretch up for it. Nor did she have to do it sideways on, showing off the elongation of her torso.

  Wanda had no doubt that her friend was posing as seductively as she could. Well, two could play at that game! Facing Kitty, she shampooed her own hair vigorously, both elbows held high, getting the maximum jiggle. Then she had to rinse not only her hair, but also her breasts, and chase the soapy bubbles all the way down her body with the stream of water. Elbows up again, for conditioning, and she managed to ‘accidentally’ drop the bottle. She turned around, so she was facing three-quarters away, and stooped over without bending her legs to retrieve the lotion, not forgetting to flex the muscles in her bottom cheeks as she did so.

  ‘Nice!’ Kitty complimented. ‘You’re quite limber, aren’t you?’

  ‘My mom took me to yoga from quite young.’

  ‘So you can get into all sorts of fancy positions, then. I’m sure that Henry will love your “Downward Dog”.’

  ‘And my “Little Thunderbolt” and “Wheel”.’

  ‘I’m not familiar with those,’ Kitty confessed. ‘Will you show them to me?’

  ‘Some day, maybe.’

  ‘Nude?’

  Wanda ignored that one and started soaping herself. Kitty followed suit, making the process one of fondling herself more than cleansing. She squeezed lather up her cute little tits, from their bases to their tips, then flicked the bubbles off her erect nipples.

  ‘Ouch!’

  ‘You hurt yourself?’ Wanda asked.

  ‘In the best possible way, darling. Now where’s that loofah? This one is very rough, ideal for exfoliating. It leaves my skin extra sensitive.’ Kitty took the phallic cleaning instrument from its hook and soaped it thoroughly, making quite the performance out of stroking it as if she was stroking a man’s cock.

  ‘Trying to make it grow longer?’ Wanda asked, in her best innocent voice.

  Kitty laughed dutifully. She scrubbed her chest with the coarse side, turning her breasts bright pink and engorging her nipples until they were deep scarlet. ‘That’s nice,’ she said. ‘This is nicer.’ She turned around and passed the cylinder between her thighs so that she could hold one end at her belly and the other at her bum, and sawed it backwards and forwards.