Party Time/Party Time.iso/pt/story/linger.txt

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        Over the years, I've become addicted to lingerie. I love all sorts,
        from skimpy G-strings to lacy basques, and on evenings when I'm staying
        in alone l often strip down to my undies. I especially like panties
        which can be pulled tight into my pussy, creating a delicious,
        tingling friction which soon has my love juice flowing.

        So naturally when Steve, an old flame of mine, mentioned to me
        that a college pal of his had started designing lingerie I wanted
        to hear more. Steve went one better, and set up a meeting with the
        designer at her place in the countryside.

        I turned up at Ingrid's house wearing a demure little dress, but
        underneath it I had some of my favorite white undies, and as always
        happens when I wear them, I was feeling pretty horny.  To tell you
        the truth, I even stopped in a quiet country lane during the drive
        there so I could play with my pussy!

        When Ingrid opened the door to me my jaw dropped and I just stood
        there for a moment, staring. She was a beauty, with a really
        sultry, sexy face and a great figure. She flashed a seductive smile
        at me and said, "Hi, you must be Sue. I've heard a lot about you."
        The way she said it suggested Steve had told her a few little
        intimate things about me... and I began to suspect we might be in
        for some real fun.

        Ingrid led me through to her livingroom, a beautifully big, sunny
        room with a great view.  Every chair and table was piled with
        exquisite lingerie. Ingrid put on some soft music and then went out
        to make some coffee, leaving me gazing enraptured at the frothy
        lace and the elegant silks and satins of her designs.
        Almost at once I began to experience the familiar tingling sensation
        that starts with my nipples and travels right down to my pussy. I was
        getting turned on just looking at all this sexy underwear, imagining how
        it would feel against my skin.

        By the time Ingrid returned with the coffee l was feeling
        excitedly horny. We sat and chatted for a while, and then Ingrid
        said, "Okay Sue, do you want to try some outfits?"

        I took off my demure little dress, and was just starting to unclip
        my garter belt when Ingrid turned around to look at me. "Wow, Steve
        told me you had a fantastic body, but I wasn't expecting this!" she
        cried, Bashing me a teasing smile. I felt myself start to blush, to
        my amazement. I've never been shy about my body, but I guess Ingrid
        had caught me off guard, being business-like one minute and frankly
        flirtatious the next.

        Lowering my eyes and trying to calm down, I started to peel off my
        stockings. When they were off I unclipped my bra, letting my firm
        boobs free. I could have sworn I heard a sharp intake of breath from
        Ingrid as my tits came into full view.  I stood there for a moment,
        uncertain. Was it just my imagination, or was Ingrid getting as turned
        on as me'? Then I hooked my fingers into the sides of my panties, and
        slowly pulled them down. Ingrid's eyes met mine. "It seems a shame to
        cover up that wonderful body at all." she murmured, "but I think these
        will suit you." And with that she held out a pair of flimsy red silk
        panties with a matching camisole.   I've always loved the tantalizing
        sensation of pure silk against my skin, and with Ingrid's eyes
        following my every move I really had to struggle to keep control when
        the cool fabric brushed against my pussy. I could feel myself getting
        really wet and it was getting pretty difficult to resist the
        temptation to slip my fingers into the crotch of the panties and rub
        my aching clitty.

        "That looks great," Ingrid said softly, snapping me out of my reverie.
        "Now how about these?" And she held out a sexy cream basque and
        matching panties. I could hardly wait to get into them, but I was
        getting so excited I seemed to have lost control of my fingers.

        Hard as I tried, I just couldn't do up the hooks which ran all the
        way down the front of the basque.  Ingrid giggled, saying, "You look
        like you need a hand," as she moved close to me. Her perfume was
        sweet and alluring, and I could feel her warmth as her sure fingers
        carefully fastened the hooks for me.  When the basque was done up,
        Ingrid's hands lingered against my boobs. There was a real air of
        expectation building up between us; I knew something was going to
        happen, but I was getting so nervous waiting for it I decided I had to
        make the first move. Gently I took Ingrid's hand and pressed it more
        firmly against me, so she could feel my hardening nipples poking
        through the thin fabric. I let out an involuntary gasp as her fingers
        began to rub my nipple. I grabbed Ingrid's other hand and ran it down
        my body to my pussy, keeping my own hand clasped on top of it.  Using
        the pressure of her hand and mine combined I began to rub and stroke
        at my cunt through the flimsy panties, feeling my love juice seep
        through the fabric and dampen my fingers. Now Ingrid's fingers began
        to move independently of mine, searching and probing around the
        crotch of the panties as they found their way to my sticky slit.
        I was wetter than I've ever been in my life; the slow build-up of
        lust through the whole of the afternoon had gotten me really hot!

        Ingrid's finger slipped up and down my dripping pussy lips, then
        sought my firm clitty and began to rub it harder. By the time the
        tip of her finger had started to tease the edge of my love tunnel
        I could feel a climax building up. Without warning, one wet finger
        slid right up into my cunt, and l felt my pussy walls spasm as I came.
        Ingrid began to finger-fuck me in earnest then, pushing my
        legs wider apart so she could get three wriggling fingers inside me.
        I was reveling in the sensations of ecstasy, but Ingrid wasn't
        satisfied.  "I want to taste your cunt," she said suddenly, kneeling
        down in front of me and pulling my panties right off so she had
        full access to my juicy hole. With gentle fingers she held my pussy
        lips wide apart as her tongue could reach right inside me. As she
        lashed at me with her hot tongue, her breath burning my sensitive
        flesh, I moaned and gasped my way to another incredible climax.

        Once l'd calmed down a little - which took quite some time, as
        Ingrid didn't let up her pussy licking for a second - I looked down
        to see that one hand was burrowing between her parted thighs. I
        couldn't see too much as she was still fully dressed, albeit a
        little disheveled, and I decided I couldn't wait a moment longer
        for a look at her naked cunt. Sinking to the floor beside her, I
        began to undress her slowly. She just lay back, smiling at me as l
        stripped her, one hand still playing with her pussy beneath her
        clothes.

        The body that came into view was spectacular. Her smooth tits were
        so beautifully shaped I had to pause for a moment to lick and suck
        them. Then I eased up her skirt to reveal stockingtops and an
        expanse of smooth thigh.  Higher went the skirt, to show Ingrid's
        lacy panties, pulled aside at the crotch as her fingers pushed in
        and out of her love box. Her fingers were shiny with juice, and her
        breathing was getting heavier. I worked her skirt right up around
        her waist, pulled off her panties, and watched avidly as she
        fingered herself to a climax in front of me. Although I've fucked
        girls before, that was the first time I'd ever seen that and I found
        it an incredible turn on.

        Straddling Ingrid's body, now gleaming with sweat, I dipped my head
        to her pussy and took an experimental lick. She tasted so sweet I
        stuck my tongue right into her without ceremony and began to eat her
        out enthusiastically, as she repaid the compliment with some more
        tonguing to my quivering cunt. We were rolling about the floor in
        our frantic 69 when a sharp tap on the window made us both freeze.
        Who should be standing there, grinning at us through the glass, but
        Steve, the guy who'd brought us together!  Stepping through the patio
        door, he said, "Hi girls, I hope you don't mind me interrupting but
        I couldn't resist seeing what you were doing. I just knew that you
        two would really get off on each other!"

        I didn't mind at all - after all, I'd fucked Steve often enough in
        the past - but I wasn't sure how Ingrid would react. She was obviously
        so horny nothing would stop her though; her answer was to grab Steve
        and pull him towards her, pulling down his zipper so she could get to
        work on his stiff dick. I moved up behind her, my boobs pressing
        against her back, my hand wrapped around the base of Steve's
        shaft as she sucked it, and my fingers sliding in and out of her
        dripping cunt. The faster I probed Ingrid's pussy, the harder she
        sucked Steve's cock, and as he groaned and poured out his load into
        her mouth, her thighs clamped shut over my hand and she climaxed
        too.

        We were far from finished though. Steve pulled me onto my hands
        and knees, knelt behind me, and pushed his shiny cock, still
        dripping creamy cum, into my snatch. As he fucked me, Ingrid
        wriggled beneath me, face up so I could taste Steve's cum from her
        mouth as she kissed me. Her fingers moved to my cunt, pleasing
        my pussy lips as they were stretched apart by Steve's rigid dick,
        caressing his balls and the base of his cock where it was slippery
        with my juice.  When he filled me up with jizz she kept her fingers
        pressed against me so some of it ran down over her hand, then
        brought it up to my face so I could suck the cream from her
        slim finger's.

        Needless to say, Ingrid designs lots of underwear for me these
        days. I love her sexy designs -and trying them on always gives us
        an excuse for another' wild and steamy sex session!