Lesbian Erotica
"Dress Up" a sex story by J. Sinclaire
Date night, and Kate looked amazing. I told her so.
I might be biased, being that I am smitten with her, but favouritism aside, no one could deny she was a gorgeous sight tonight. She had managed to style her short, brown, tomboyish locks into something smooth and feminine, with a hint of curl around her face. While normally clad in jeans and a wide variety of amazingly similar wife beaters, tonight she'd fit her slim figure into a vintage, green, strapless dress. The colour matched her eyes perfectly and the dress made her look curvier than I had ever seen her. Almost too curvy...
I cocked my head at her.
"You know you look fantastic, but did you..." I paused, hoping I wasn't about to get foot-eating disease. "Well, you look a little bigger on top than usual."
She blushed and stuck her tongue out at me.
"Aqua bra."
My blank stare prodded her to continue.
"Something had to hold the dress up! I know you love my A cups but I don't think 1950s fashion designers felt the same."
She tugged at the material of the dress, obviously now paranoid about an accidental slip - or a wardrobe malfunction as it is referred to now, thanks to Ms. Jackson, cause "I'm nasty." I grinned at the fact that my 27-year-old girlfriend had stuffed her bra. She noticed, so I wiped the smirk off my face and spun around slowly to distract her.
"Well, what about me?"
Being Nancy, I usually dressed a bit more feminine. But for date night, I'd stolen some men's tweed pants off a friend, paired them with my favourite men's shirt, suspenders, vintage blazer and of course, a nice fedora to tie it all together. My hair was pulled back and my face was bare of any makeup. While I was still obviously a girl in boys clothing, I had a moderately sized surprise tucked in my trousers that gave me a little more confidence in my "masculinity." Apparently, fake balls work just as well as the real thing when it comes to confidence.
She pursed her lips as she looked me up and down.
"You look... handsome."
I tipped my hat at her, and tried out a swagger as I walked to her side.
"Well thank you, pretty lady. Do you need a manly chaperon for this evening?"
I draped an arm around her shoulders and feigned offence as she burst out laughing.
"It was the walk, wasn't it?"
She nodded, lowering her head a little to brush her lips against my cheek. Her heels, combined with my flats had temporarily made her the taller one for the evening. Just by an inch or so.
"Ready to go?"
She slipped her hand into mine and wrapped it around my back, drawing herself closer to me. She darted her tongue over my earlobe for good measure. I tried to stifle my reaction with sternness.
"Keep that up and we won't make it out the door."
I could feel her lips in a pout against my cheek.
"Don't you want to show me off?"
I chuckled at the thought of not wanting the world to know this delicious treat was mine for the time being. I kissed her passionately, but with care not to smudge her lipstick too badly.
"I wouldn't miss it for the world."
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The venue was Mitzi's Sister, a '50s revival bar with a crowd ranging from real greasers to wannabe kids in vintage get ups. We were the latter.
It was the night for their weekly dance contest, though I knew that with the public's fleeting interest in vintage trends, this could well be one of the last contests they held. Regardless, I was determined to take advantage of the atmosphere to the absolute fullest degree.
We walked in and got a couple of odd looks from the uptight breeders in the room who realized "OH MY GOD IT'S TWO WOMEN TOGETHER!" but otherwise people were so taken by my beautiful Kate that they barely noticed me. Not a problem at all, this was her night to shine. We'd joked about reversing our typical roles in our relationship, just as every femme/butch couple does, but for the most part seemed to agree it was too cliché. I think that was only until she found that dress, then suddenly I was asked to escort her out tonight.
We headed towards the bar, my hand on the small of her back to guide her. I had my head dropped slightly, to shield my face with my fedora and appear more intimidating to any males contemplating a shot at my lovely lady...though I half-hoped one would approach her. She was fantastic with shoot-downs.
"What'll you have?"
The bartender was amused with us, though he tried to hide it. Kate smiled demurely at me for a minute until I realized she wanted me to order for the both of us.
"Oh, uh, a gin and tonic for the lady please. And a scotch on the rocks for myself."
She shot me a quick look of disbelief (I'd never ordered a scotch on the rocks in her presence before), but I just grinned. I could handle my hard liquor, I just usually toned it down with a mix for variety. I sat on one of the stools, thighs apart in as manly a manner as I could muster.
As the bartender fetched our drinks, I drew her close beside me, careful to not let my surprise brush against her thigh yet. I nuzzled her ear as much as the brim of my hat would let me.
"Surprised?" I asked her.
She laughed, a sound I'd fallen in love with the second I'd heard it.
"With you Nanc..." She paused. "Well I can't call you that here. What's your name for the night mister?"
I hadn't thought of that.
"Call me Nathan."
A smile played on the corners of her lips.
"Well, as I was saying... With you Nathan, nothing surprises me anymore."
She moved in for a kiss but just darted her tongue over my upper lip instead. The harness suddenly felt a little too tight, a little too close up against the lips of my vagina. I could see it turning into an unbearably pleasurable chafe within the next few minutes.
Our drinks arrived and we moved apart slightly as I paid the bartender. She turned to scope out the room. "Hippy hippy shake" had just come on and I knew they would be announcing the dance contest any minute now. I'd just had a ridiculously fabulous idea. I took a long swill of my scotch, let her finish her visual tour of the room and have a sip of her drink before grabbing her by the waist and pulling her up against me. I made sure she could feel the semi hard silicone cock and balls through my pants as she rested between my thighs.
Her eyes widened and moments later a devious smile appeared on her face.
"Is that..."
I shushed her with a finger to her lips.
"They're going to announce the dance contest. And I've got an idea."
I started whispering into her ear, making sure she understood the extent of my plan before I loosened my grip on her waist. Sure enough, the DJ had just cut the music to let everyone know he should grab his gal and head to the dance floor. She smiled at me, as innocently as possible, considering the words I'd just uttered in her ear, flicked the straw out of her gin and tonic and finished it in two smooth swallows before turning away and striding confidently towards the dance floor.
I smiled at the bartender who had been watching us the entire time in shock and/or awe. I finished my scotch, hiding a somewhat sour expression from the flavour before speaking.
"Cherchez la femme."
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"Oh my, I seem to be in the wrong bathroom."
I deadpanned as I closed the door to the ladies' room behind me and slid the lock into position. She was leaning against the counter, waiting for me.
She'd followed my instructions perfectly. Walking straight through the crowd of prospective dance contest winners (drawing a few stares as she did) and right into the women's washroom. She'd vanished for a minute, checking the stalls like I had told her to, before reappearing and poking her head out to signal to me. I left the bartender with an even more incredulous look on his face and headed straight into the ladies' room.
A few steps and she was in my arms, her body tight with excitement against mine. I lifted her behind the knees, wrapping her legs around me as I settled her on the bathroom counter. I teased her with my mouth, drawing her in for a kiss but moving away before it got too deep. Her hands moved over my head, toppling the hat onto the floor.
"Patience honey," I whispered, nibbling on her bottom lip. I trailed one hand up the inside of her calf, to her inner thigh until I hit her panty line and slipped my hand back down again. She pouted in between kisses, trying to nudge her crotch closer to mine. I backed away but continued stroking her thighs. Finally I let my hand slip over the thin fabric of her panties, drawing a line between her lips to her ass.
She inhaled sharply and tried to reach for my pants.
"Tsk!" I stepped back and stopped kissing her, only long enough for her to begin to look worried before kneeling down before her. The counter was just the right height and with a sweep of my hands I moved her dress out of the way, baring her covered pussy to me. She had on a pair of white, sheer panties and I could distinctly see the outlines of her well-trimmed pubic hair. Putting a hand on each thigh, I brought my face close to her mound. I inhaled, breathing in her scent. It made me heady, giddy and horny all at the same time. I wanted to smell her wet pussy for hours, until it made the room spin and I thought I would die from the tension in my clit.
I doubted she would have appreciated that kind of teasing, so instead I placed a light kiss at the top of her panties, my lips working their way downwards with fleeting touches. Her hands moved to my head, playing with my hair absentmindedly. I had reached as low as I could and darted my tongue out to trace my way back up to the top again. The fabric of the panties was rough under my tongue but I knew that scratchy feeling on her clit was driving her wild. I continued my route a couple of times more and she was beginning to breathe heavily, her hands tightening on my hair.
"Lean back," I muttered, my voice deep and betraying my lust. She did, leaning up against the mirror. I slid her ass closer to the edge of the counter and started playing with the side of the panties, my finger slipping beneath the material just a bit to touch her skin. I slid my finger far enough beneath to brush against her clit and her moist slit before raising her ass up and pulling the panties off completely.
The view was fantastic. Her pussy was already slick, beads of moisture on her lips, and her clit was full and begging for attention. Easy to find, easy to please.
Lowering my head, I let my lips hover over her sex, blowing minuscule breaths on her. She squirmed and tried to raise herself up towards my face. I kept her in place with my hands until my patience snapped and I placed my lips around her clit, sucking gently. She bucked at the sudden pressure, but her hands were on my head again, keeping me in place.
I lapped at her, making sure I cleaned off every bit of her juice.. She tasted sweet, not quite like strawberries but close enough that every time I ate the fruit I got a tingle in my tummy. My tongue parted her lips, delving deep between them though my intent wasn't penetration. Not yet.
I circled her clit with my tongue, slow and steady before working her harder and faster. My hands were digging into her thighs and I knew my own arousal had ruined my new panties. I could feel her getting close, her deep breathing had turned to mumbles resembling "oh god" so I kept my pace steady, occasionally slowing to suckle on her clit, working the tip of it with my tongue as I did.
By now her fingers were totally tangled in my hair but I ignored the tugging. I worked her faster, applied the same amount pressure and thank god, it worked. She stumbled over the edge into her orgasm, her cries echoing off the bathroom walls as her cunt convulsed beneath my tongue. I think I lost more than a few strands of hair during her orgasm, but it was more than worth it.
I waited until she had ridden the wave of pleasure out, lapping her gently and soothingly before standing up again. She had a content but devious smile on her face.
"I think..." she started to say, then closed her eyes in a moment of post-orgasmic bliss before continuing. "I think you have something else for me?"
I nodded, moving my hands to the zipper. She beat me to it, undoing my pants and letting them slide to the floor.
I had on the black leather harness, a simple g-string affair with one of our favourite semi hard silicone dildos in it. Hard enough to penetrate with but not so hard that it was obvious under clothing. She grinned at me.
"Are you stealing my shtick?"
I laughed and pulled her off the counter, flipping her around and bending her over before she could say anything more. Her hands rested on the counter and I could see her expression in the mirror. I would call it nothing short of begging. Her dress now rested comfortably up past her waist, her ass bare to me.
I slipped my hand between my thighs behind her, turning on the dual vibe hidden in the harness. One for her, one for me. The tiny vibes buzzed into life, stirring a fresh wave of pleasure over my clit. I was so close to coming but I wanted to wait it out, be a real man for her and only let go after she had.
She moved her ass against me and gasped as she came in contact with part of the vibe. I slid my hand around to cup her pussy, one of my fingers dragging across her slit. I slid one inside her before pulling out and using the wetness on my finger to lubricate the dildo. Cupping the silicone cock in my hand, I used it to slide across her for more lubrication. I also knew that the sensation was nothing short of heavenly at that point of arousal. Making sure to brace the dildo, I slipped it between her lips slowly. It wasn't as easy to do as with a regular, super-hard ,fake cock, but the material and firmness made the initial penetration even more tantalising than usual.
Sliding all the way inside her, I let go of the shaft and put my hands on her hips. She was watching me in the mirror and just seeing her enjoying it so much was almost enough to send me over the edge. I grit my teeth and tried to ignore the vibrations on my clit.
Pulling out slowly, I tested the firmness of the dildo, making sure it would slide back in easily enough before thrusting into her abruptly. It caught her off guard again and she closed her eyes, lowering her head a bit as she raised her ass more towards me. I made long steady strokes, building her up again and making sure that the vibe was hitting her clit or as close as possible.
She was moaning my name now, keeping in character.
"Oh Nathan... fuck me harder, please!"
I gave her what she wanted, my thighs slamming into her ass, the harness rubbing against my swollen, hot cunt. God I wanted to come so badly. But not yet, not before she did. Quick, think of baseball scores! That seemed to work with guys. I found just trying to remember a players name was distracting enough.
Until she came. Loudly. Shaking beneath me. And sweet Jesus, she screamed my name.
"Oh fuck yes Nancy!"
My body reacted before I even registered what she had said. My legs quivered as I came, the vibrations and her cry sending me over the edge. I gripped her ass hard, bracing myself on her lest I collapse in a useless heap on the floor. Letting the sensation flow over me, I gingerly reached between my thighs to turn off the vibrators. We both twitched as the sensations stopped and I regained a little of the strength in my legs. I kissed her back, my hands running over her ass as I slowly pulled the cock out of her.
I stumbled backwards a bit as my pants were still around my ankles and impeding any sort of graceful movement. She started smoothing her dress back down and tried not to giggle at my clumsiness.
The knock at the door caught us both off guard.
"Hello?"
We glanced at each other, really trying not to laugh now.
"Unlock the door, we need to use the bathroom!"
Whoever that poor woman was she definitely sounded desperate. We dressed quickly, me doing my pants back up and trying to hide the dildo as much as possible. She readjusted her dress and picked my hat up off the floor and handed it to me.
I caught her hand after taking the hat away and drew her close to me for a kiss.
"Don't you just love dressing up?" I asked her. She laughed and smacked my arm, a coy expression on her face.
"Open up!!!" The knocking was more frantic now and she rolled her eyes before responding.
"Coming!"
I could have sworn I heard someone mumble "Again?" from behind the door but that was probably just my imagination. Either way, I put the hat back on and led her by the hand to the door, unlocking it just in time for a frantic forty-something women to burst in and run past us to a stall. There were a couple more ladies waiting outside as well who eyed us curiously as we rushed past them.
Moving briskly past the folks on the dance floor, we worked our way back to the bar where the bartender looked like he was just about ready to have a conniption fit at the sight of us. I couldn't help but laugh at his flabbergasted look. I ordered us both drinks again as we settled onto bar stools. Kate looked even more radiant than before, even if her makeup was just a wee bit smudged.
I mentioned it to her and she discreetly pulled a mirror out of her purse to fix herself up. Our drinks arrived and I sipped my scotch contentedly. My pussy felt like it was radiating energy and I realized that I wasn't quite done for the evening.
Sliding my arm around her waist, I brought her close to me to whisper in her ear.
"You know, I think you owe me a blowjob."
She couldn't have looked more devious as she replied.
"Meet you in the Men's room in five."
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Copyright October 2007, J. Sinclaire
Published with permission from author on OystersandChocolate.com. Copying or reprinting this work in part or in whole without permission is illegal.
~Copyright October 2007, J. SinclairePublished with permission from author on OystersandChocolate.com. Copying or reprinting this work in part or in whole without permission is illegal.Originally published October 2007 - "Kink"