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Author: Alessia Gerini
Title: Fantasy Fulfillment
Part: Chapter 9 of 15
Summary: Following her punishment Alessia goes out on the town with Ingrid.
She gets smashed then strips.
Keywords: F+F, exhib, strip
Editor: Pee J with gratitude
Copyright: Alessia Gerini (c) 2001
Email: alessia@37NOBULL.com (Delete NOBULL)
Website 1: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/alessia/www/
Website 2: http://www.angelfire.com/jazz/alessia.gerini/
Comments: will be delightfully received at Alessi@37NOBULL.com (Delete
NOBULL) or in my guest book at Alessia's web pages as above.
Kids, the politicians your parents elected think you don't need sex in your
lives until you're an adult. They think your ignorance of things sexual is
your bliss. Some religious or cultural mores preclude some adults from
reading sexually explicit material. This is sexually explicit material: It
is also a fantasy. No small furry animals were hurt during the writing
process only large ones. Some vegetables were eaten though, so apologies go
out to vegetarians. I only take responsibility for my ethics not yours. So,
y'all, if you will read and enjoy.
~~'~~,~~<@
Fantasy Fulfilment
Chapter 9
I came out of he shower and dried myself very carefully on a big fluffy,
fabulously soft, towel. My poor butt was as pink as a rare steak and my
boobs only a little less so. My nipples were really sore and would not
become flaccid, but stayed semi-hard at best and my butt was still sore but
was on the mend. I managed to get my hair a bit wet so called to Angelina,
"Hey, Darl' where's your hair drier I can't find one in the, bathroom?"
"Look in the top draw of my dressing table, it should be there; use my brush
if you need one," came a muffled voice from the wardrobe.
"Okay, thanks."
I walked to the dressing table finding the dryer just where she said it
would be. I grabbed the brush and started blow-drying and brushing my hair.
I headed over to the wardrobe to see if she had found anything useful. I ran
out of electric cord before I could see inside.
I yelled out over the noisy thing, "I think the bra and panties I wore today
will be fine. They're black and quite sexy."
A face appeared, "Thank god, neither Ingrid's nor mine would have fitted
those big . . . bre . . . Oh my, look at you – your boobs are red
raw, can you wear a bra?"
My breasts had been bouncing around nearly all day and I wanted my bra to
hold tthem still for awhile if I could.
"Well, I wanna, I really should," I said.
"Yes Alessia, we'll try."
"Here, see if these fit?"
A pair of black patient leather heels came tumbling out. They were peep
sandal types with an ankle straps; gorgeous!"
I slipped one on and did up the strap; it fitted perfectly. Then the other;
it too was just so comfortable as one would expect.
"Hey, Angelina these are beautiful."
"Okay, my stockings will fit, just make sure?"
"Where do I find them."
"In he top draw of the chest of draws."
"Right I see."
Finishing off drying my wet ends I turned off the dryer and I pulled the op
draw open, 'WOW, what gorgeous stuff she's got,' I thought looking at lacy
lingerie of all colours.
"I'll go get my bra and panties, okay?"
"Sure. I've got a skirt and top for you from our shopping today."
I came back into the bedroom wearing lace-top, black stay-ups, my panties
and the shoes.
Angelina's eyes bugged out when she set eyes on me. I laughed as I watched
her nipples harden, proudly saying, "Oh I do have an effect on you, don't
I?"
My nipples had hardly been normal all day and were so sensitised they were
red and proudly presenting themselves to the world even now.
"You look so hot like that, I couldn't help it," she laughed, looking at
herself.
"Okay," Angelina kept up, "I have this black skirt and it omes with a
matching black near waist-length jacket. It doesn't sound very sexy, but
look, they are both see-through and the skirt is tight and fitted
wrap-around waisted with a naughty split side, if it fits you, that is, and
it should. The jacket has a cleavage and will show off your breasts and
tummy to great effect I'm sure," She chuckled, "Put them on now, okay, and
we'll see."
Ingrid walked in at the point that I was reaching for the ittle outfit
proffered to me by Angelina.
"WOW, yes!" Ingrid declared, "you'll look outrageous in that outfit."
"I'm not going like this, silly!" I giggled, as she drooled
"Oh – why not?"
"Because!" I continued, "Hey, you look bloody outrageous yourself. We'll
be fighting off all and sundry. That slit dress and cleavage, mmmm, yum.
Have you got knickers on?"
"Who's Sundry?" giggled Ingrid, "of course, but high cut bikini thong ones."
"Shit, Ingrid you won't be safe in those."
"I'll be okay, the guys won't try anything."
"You haven't been out with me before have you, and who said anything about
guys?"
We all laughed and Angelina said, "Come here Alessia, and get this stuff on
before you get raped right here."
I walked towards Angelina to get my skirt, bra and top. I slipped into the
skirt; it too was slit up high, just about level with the tops of my
stockings. Its cut was wonderful and it fitted literally like a glove. I
grabbed my bra, bent forwards to drop my boobs into its cups and immediately
realised that I would be far too sore for that. I tried anyway and,
'yeeouch!.' My nipples sprang solid with the pain of the lacy bra
scratching over them. Well, they weren't really scratchy, but they really
felt rough as hell. Could I handle my nipples being rubbed by the material
all night. I knew if I tried it on I would be as hard as ever and poking out
everyones eyes nott to mention as sore as I'd want to know. I was no
masochist and decided against it.
"Oh, shit, that hurts like crazy, my nips are far too sore; what now, I
can't wear these?"
"Um, go bare boobs. I'll be treading on tongues hanging out if you do but I
can do that!," suggested Ingrid wickedly grinning.
Angelina shrugged her shoulders, "Well it's got me beaten?"
Okay Ingrid, you're on!" I said, thrilling at the idea, but trembling in
apprehension also. Shit, I'm in the "Club" to flash so here I go, I thought.
I put the jacket on bra-less. The jacket was soft enough, but it still
stimulated me. I had two choices, not go or go like this. I choose to go
as I was. It actually felt good, but despite all the hot sex I'd had that
day I was still horny. Hell, it wasn't just that day, but over the last few
days I'dlost count of the orgasms I'd had, and they'd all been fabulous. I
was beginning to think that the more one got the more one wanted it. I
looked in the full-length mirror and saw the hottest chic chick I'd seen for
ages standing there looking at me, Ingrid not included. The full outline
of her breasts, areolae and nipples visible, though not as obvious as I
first thought. Just looking at myself in the mirror made me shudder in
aroused xcitement.
"Okay, some lipstick, eye shadow and eyeliner and we're gone," I exclaimed.
"I'll do it." Angelina rushed to her dressing table gesticulating for me to
go to her, so I did.
Ingrid looked bemused, but happy for her Mum. "Shall I get the car now?"
she said to nobody in particular.
"Yes, yes," replied Angelina, "In five minutes I'll be finished."
She expertly applied the make-up and I loved the way she made me look. I
kissed her carefully on the cheek as we went down in the lift. She had
given me the make-up for touch-ups. Ingrid pulled up in her Hyundai Sports
Coupe and remembering my butt I carefully slid in and with a wave we were
off. I couldn't help notice Ingrid's skirt was way up in her lap, her
gorgeous legs right there for me to look at. But I was flashing a lot of
leg too as I'd pulled my skirt up to get in. As it turned out, of course, I
hadn't needed to much because of the slit up this skirt. The sight of her
legs, well, all of her really, I found such a turn on; she really was a very
attractive girl, especially all done up for a night out. Her golden hair
done up high and an outfit a little similar to mine in a red but it wasn't
anywhere near as sheer, just that, with the light behind her, although see
through it wasn't obviously so as mine.
Ingrid asked me if I'd been hurt badly and I said that at the time it was
pretty tough, but I didn't mention my possible masochism or Angelina's
sadistic streak that had surfaced. I think it had scared us a bit more than
we admitted even to ourselves.
She seemed as if she felt a bit guilty, so I said, "Don't feel bad about any
of this. I now know you were only protecting your mum, I would have done
the same. Actually, you are a lot like your mum, just a smaller version of
her and my mum too. She has a great figure and she's slight, like you. And
you're all very sexy, but my mum is straight."
"Thanks - I think!" she giggled.
"I guess that was a backhanded way of saying I like you." I giggled too.
"Yeah, but what about you and mum, she's forty and she's got eyes for Ava
you know."
"Oh, shit, forty! My mum is only a bit older. God, I really am stuck on
her, I think she is fabulous, but forty. I thought she was about thirty.
What has she said about me? Why has she led me on?"
"Look, Alessia honey, at nineteen you are vital, young and fresh to her.
You're a real spunk and lesbian, and I bet you didn't make it easy for her
to say, 'get lost', did you?"
I thought for a little while and I noticed a concerned Ingrid looking over
at me.
"I see what you're saying but, shit, now I love her."
My eyes were tearing up. "Do you really, or have you just got a crush on
her? Look, she's my mum, I've seen a couple of other girls my age besotted
with her because she is so gorgeous, kind, generous and like that. I don't
blame you, I love her too. Don't answer now Babe, but think about it, okay?
I don't want you too hurt, anymore than you will be already."
"If you're right," I said defensively.
"True, but I'm not betting on it. I'm really sorry, but I've seen it before,
like I said. Please believe me when I say I'm not saying this to be mean or
just because I like you a lot."
"I dunno what to say. It sure feels good to be with her, it sure feels like
love. How sure are you that you're right?"
"Oh Alessia, I really am sorry, but ninety-five percent sure at least. I
even know she made love to one of the other girls and I'm pretty sure the
second one too. Put yourself in her shoes, you're single and forty, right,
and a great 'kid' comes along and practically begs for you to go for her.
What do you do?"
"Oh, why did you tell me, I don't want to know all this? Damn, I'd probably
fuck her silly!"
"Alessia, watch you're mouth, and yeah, I think that's what happened to you.
Sure, she thinks you're great, and so do I, but she has a high libido. She
checks you out, finds a wonderful girl, so what does she do when she finds
you're attracted to her? She gives you what you want, right?"
I managed to laugh with her, but she had hardly cheered me up. Indeed, I
thought that she was probably right, but by then I felt all sorry for
myself.
"Yeah, I 'spose!"
"I'm sorry Honey, but I really would do the same too if I were in her
position, hey, yeah?"
I started to feel that I could trust and talk to Ingrid; she was pretty
sharp, but I didn't say anything more about Angelina, at least, for now so I
changed the subject.
"I suppose you've got a favourite club in town?" I inquired.
"Yeah, but there are a couple I like, one will let us in free. Shall we go
there?"
"Sure."
"Okay, I know there are a few girls that go there too." Ingrid smiled.
"Meaning?"
"Like us, dykes."
"Oh, okay, cool." I thought for a bit and then I asked her, "My mum doesn't
know about me yet. I think she would freak. Angelina knows about you. Did
she um . . . influence you or anything like that?"
"I've often thought about that and I'm sure she didn't, like, make me
lesbian, because I was always attracted to girls, never to boys, not
sexually anyway. But to say she didn't influence me might be too much. It
must have made it easier for me to come out, as I never had to worry about
what she'd say. But she didn't accept it right off, you know. Like, I had to
convince her and she didn't make it as easy as I thought it would be. I
think she wanted grand-kids but nowadays that's possible."
I waned to ask her if she and Angelina ever made love, but I held back on
that one. I was sure they had, and maybe Ingrid had been waiting for her to
come to her earlier. Oh, shit, I'd love to watch them. My nipples stiffened
at that thought but I would want to join in even more. Ingrid pulled into a
car park not far from the shops where I'd been earlier that day.
"Come with me," she said, smiling sweetly at me. I smiled a really friendly
`smile right back. I really was warming to this diminutive, sexy woman;
she, like me was not a 'girl' anymore.
"Okay, I'm coming."
As I got out of the car I put my left leg out onto the pavement just as a
few couples walked past. My left leg had, of course, gone straight through
the slit and a lot of my lacy-toped stockings, including bare leg above the
lace, was plainly in full view for their eyes. They were quite openly
taking in all they could see too. I made no effort to cover up either, I
loved their stares. I even hoped they could see my panties. The feeling of
excitement of their staring filled my brain and I felt hot vibrations hit
'mistress pussy' hard.
Ingrid and I then wandered down into the taverns, club and restaurants area
more and more people were about, not all young and we both started getting
stares. Although Ingrid was slim and at about five foot two inches, she was
a kockout blonde with a great figure and legs. She really was a very sexy
looking spunk. As for me next to her, I looked like a bloody lighthouse; I
stuck up ten centimetres taller and, in the lights of the al fresco eating
areas that lined the street, my see-through outfit was pulling eyes too. I
was getting hot again with this exposure, my nipples had really gone hard
again and 'mistress pussy' was getting damp.
At something after ten o'clock on Saturday night the place was crowded,
noisy and sort of exciting for me. I'd been there before, but his was a bit
far from my regular Saturday turf. And even a few days ago I would not have
worn that outfit anywhere, leave out crowded streets like this one. To say I
was aroused again would have been a gross understatement, I was streaming
yet again. I was now acutely aware of my left leg being plainly visible and
a glimpse of bare leg above my stockings. And with my nipples hard and
covered, but still the fullness of my figure out there for all to see,
albeit, through the somewhat sheer cloth of my top. We reached the club and
they let Ingrid straight on in; I followed, no trouble. We hit the bar and
Ingrid ordered two cocktails I'd not heard of and we mingled, sipping.
Naturally the music was loud and they had a laser lighting system that was
unreal. We sat and watched for a bit exchanging grins. I noticed a
raven-haired, tallish girl dancing with a guy; she was a great dancer and
beautiful, especially her legs, like a lot of Asian girls are a bit
bowlegged, but not this girl, she was so well put together! I just watched
her lustfully. I nudged Ingrid; she looked, nodded and laughed.
"It's Ashley", she yelled, "You can really pick them."
Pick what? Beautiful girls, anyone can do that! Does she mean one of 'the'
girls? Surely not, whatever is in this drink, psychic powers?
Anyway I'd finished mine, I asked Ingrid, "How do I get another drink?"
"Just sit there and wait."
"Huh?"
"Yeah, some guy will get us one, you'll see."
Sure enough, soon two guys turned up with two drinks for us: one asked
Ingrid to dance and she hit the floor dancing like she was born doing it.
God, she really was a vivacious girl, bubbling with personality, and she
really knew how to show off her luscious, lithe little body. I sat there
practically dribbling down on my boobs over her sexy act. Of course, I knew
what she looked like naked, but sometimes it's sexier to see a babe dress
well and putting on a show. Shit, I couldn't dance like that! I said to
nobody in particular, but I got asked anyway so I went with this guy. He
seemed okay. I bopped around to the music, not like Ingrid, but at least
until the music stopped and I then sat down again. He looked satisfied, but
asked me what I did, stuff like that. Ingrid had disappeared so I sat and
chatted to this guy. His name was Greg, I think. We had another drink and
danced some more.
My bloody boobs got really sore bouncing around and my nipples were stuck in
rock-solid mode. I caught Greg (?) ogling my boobs, but fuck, I couldn't
hide them except behind my arms and that didn't work very well. I tried
drinking when he looked away, but he always seemed to get his eyes back on
me, or if not him some other guy, and some of the girls too.
Hey, most of them checked me out, like they were comparing themselves with
mine. As I got more and more boozed the less I cared. I just wished Ingrid
would come back, not that he was boring, he was smart and cool, but I was
sure he would really hit on me if I didn't soon get 'rescued' by Ingrid.
Just how pissed off he might get buying me four drinks, I didn't know, but
he wanted more than getting me pissed, I knew that.
I reckoned he'd got his money's-worth getting off on my boobs anyway, but I
don't think guys count that. Hey, but hell, I didn't care about him looking
anymore - I was starting to float. Whatever the drinks were they weren't
water and I was getting hot. I undid the bottom button of my jacket and
puffed it out trying to cool off. Then before I could do it up again Ingrid
turned up with Ashley and pulled me up to dance with them both. The two of
them soon realised I'd been drinking too much. Neither of them could stop
watching my boobs bouncing along with everybody else close by. Shit, I
couldn't help it; they all turned me on. Another chick took her top off and
was dancing closely, daring me to join her. Dare me? I can do that the
booze said, and off that jacket came. The crowd went nuts.
The other chick had her bra on – so it was my turn, "C'mon get it off,
I dare ya!" I yelled at her, pointing at her gorgeous boobs bobing around,
laughing like I needed certifying. (I did!). I had inadvertantly turned our
frolic into a compentition.
Well, I'll be dammed if she did too; then we both jitter-bugged and fooled
around playing up to the mob now surrounding us. Whoever she was, she was
pretty well endowed in the boob department and we must have been a sight for
sore eyes. The entire crowd was cheering and laughing like crazy. They sure
turned me on and the other babe looked as flushed and excited as I felt.
Then I'll be buggered if the other girl took her skirt off, flashing her
bare legs and lacy panties. I couldn't quite beat her, but, I whipped mine
off flashing my bikini briefs and stay-ups (they really do stay up); well
they did then). I reckoned that my lace top stay-ups were really sexy
looking and I think the mob agreed. And, well, the mob hand clapped to the
music, cheered and laughed so much we couldn't stop.
We were putting on a free floorshow for the management, they didn't care. I
half hoped she would go further, but she didn't. I wasn't game either
– then anyway – though I think if she had gone further that I
would have too. I was so horny, I had to get used to it; Although I would
never have put myself in this situation a few days ago, fantasised about
it, oh yes but actually have done this, never. I now get horny getting naked
in front of strangers. The more often I do it, the hornier I get and the
more naked I want to get.
We both finally collapsed onto our chairs and hugged each other, sweaty
boobs pressed together. Puffing and giggling Ingrid passed my jacket over,
and somehow I got it on, but of course it was see-through. Oh, shit, she
felt so good, but it hurt. Oh, my god, my poor boobs, were they sore, and
my nipples were now glowing red with blood pounding in them.
My head was spinning with booze, but I was also feeling lecherous and would
have hit on anything in a skirt had Ingrid not been there. Talking about
skirts, I supposed I'd better put mine back on, although nobody seemed to
mind me not wearing one. Ingrid tried to pull me up, but I was a bit too
much for her, but with Ashley's help they got my skirt on and me out of
troubles way, should it have come. Perhaps I exagerate a bit.
We got good strong black coffee at a local coffee shop at about one o'clock
in the morning. They giggled with me about my floorshow till about one
thirty. People came up to me aughing,saying stuff like, 'great show babe,
love ya tits, fabulous bod' Honey'. Ingrid and Ashley ntually got sick of
it while I just got hornier so they decided to drag me home, home being
Angelina's aapartment.
To be continued...
Alessia Gerini Copyright 2001
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