7 comments/ 27442 views/ 3 favorites Dizzy By: LoJacked I'm in your kitchen getting a glass of water when you come to me. Our respective wives are talking in the living room, girl talk. I thought you were politely listening when I feel, rather than hear you behind me. I start to turn, but I feel your hand on my hip, and then the other hand comes around in front of me and brushes the zip of my jeans. "Shhh" you say, and I feel a light kiss on the back of my neck which makes me shudder. I begin to turn my head, but again, you stop me with your hand, and I feel your finger against my lips, and your other hand moves up from my waist and squeezes my hip. I can feel my heart beating hard as you push your crotch against my bottom, I can feel something there, and I know you are aroused. I'd made eye contact with you in the hour before a few times, blushing and looking away, hoping your wife hadn't noticed, but she hadn't, and neither had mine. And now what I wanted is come to me, and I'm not sure I can handle it. I feel your breath in my ear, "I know you want me, question is, do I want you? And you giggle very quietly, and you slip the tips of your fingers into the band of my jeans, above my crotch, and I feel the blood filling my cock, and pushing out against the zip. I do want you, very much, and I want you to want me. "Wait here." you say, and I feel you move away from me, and I sag against the worktop, and I'm shaking like a leaf. I hear some voices murmuring in the background, and my wife say something to you, and then you are back. "I told them I needed a lift to the shops, and you're happy to run me." And then your fingers are entwined in mine, and pulling me to the back door of the kitchen. I only just manage to close it, hearing the latch before you slam me against the wall, and your mouth presses against mine and you shove your tongue into my mouth and down my throat. I want you so much I open my mouth, and you push a knee between mine, and lean into me, rubbing your thigh against my cock, to feel it hard against you. Then you pull away, take my chin in your hands as I look at you, begging you with my eyes, and you push my face away, grinning at me. "Come on, we have some shops to go to." I climb in my car and start it, and you slip in next to me, and I admire your legs, encased in your jeans, but so much slimmer than mine, so much fitter than me, but you don't let me in peace. You run your right hand down in between my thighs and I groan, while I remember we're on the street, in full view of a row of houses, and a blush deeply. "Go straight on, I'll direct you." your voice is soft, almost feminine, and the shudder goes through me as I run through the fantasies in my head I have had about you and I, and I drive on. *** We pull off the road underneath some trees. We only drove a few minutes, but for me it has been an age, glancing toward you while I drove. You took us away from the house, to some nearby woods, and no I wait for you to lead me. Instead of getting out though, you take off your seatbelt, and I follow suit, putting my hand on the door-handle, but then you come out of your seat, and climb over me, straddling me, sitting on my lap and looking down at me. Your loose hair covers your face, and you put your face next to mine and whisper to me "Do you want me?" I nod, quickly "I said, do you want me?" "Yes". You lean back, and you slap my face, I flush red and I'm confused and horny all at the same time. "I said," you shout at me, "Do you want me?" You wait. "Yes, I want you." And you lean in again, kissing me, wrapping your arms around my neck, and writhing against me. My breath comes with effort now, my heart going ten to the dozen, as I try to relax and let you rub yourself against me, feeling your hands over me, and I am sobbing when you give me a chance, as your mouth darts of my face, kissing me here and there, before slipping your tongue in and out of my mouth, teasing me, and then you stop. My hands jerk up to you, and then down again as I wonder how to hold you, if you want me to hold you, and then your hands go to my jeans, and undo my belt, then the button, and then the zip, and I feel the air through my boxers on my cock, and you brush it through the fabric. You undo yours, and then there's a fumbling few moments as you straighten up, over me, pushing against the roof of the car, as you slide them down your lovely legs, along with your boxers, and then sit back down on me, and I feel the warm skin of your legs and your cock pushing against my belly. "I'm going to fuck you, lover." And you brush two fingers against my lips, then push between them, between my teeth, and rest your palm against my chin, rocking them in and out. "But not just yet. I want something of you first." You guide my hands to above your waist, and I hold you, gingerly at first, but then tighter as I realise you want me to take some of your weight, and you fumble my cock out of my pants, and stroke it, roughly, freeing it as far as possible, before lowering your ass down so I can feel my cock against your anus. It feels moist, almost damp, and you snigger. "l lubed up before we came out. Didn't think I wouldn't be ready for this, did you?" I look up confused. I know what I want, but I don't know if I can take too much too quickly, but then you drop your body down an inch, and I feel the tightness of your body over the tip of my penis, and I gasp deeply, trying to push down against the seat, I don't know if I can just take you that quickly, but you don't ease up, but you do slow down, and very slowly, I feel your anus relax a little, and then open around me. It's a little uncomfortable as I feel my foreskin peel back against your sphincter, and I wince, but you just raise a finger to my lips, shushing me, and I feel you shaking, steadying yourself, your other hand gripping my shoulder as you push further and further down, and then I feel the backs of your legs meet my lap, and you relax, letting your weight come down on me, and you lean in, and bite my neck, hard. Shit, I think, not that, please. But you bite hard, then lean back and laugh, and I feel you swivelling on my penis, and you starting to ride me. Rotating your hips, gasping yourself, you rock back and forth, pushing yourself up off my shoulders, then lowering yourself back down, and I groan deeply with every stroke as you slide up and down on me, and close my eyes and you ride me, even at first, but rougher, and more jerkily, slamming yourself down on me, "I want you to come inside me lover. Come inside me." I nod, not sure if you see it. And then I move my hands to your waist, then under your arse, lifting you, trying to even out your strokes. I grunt as I push up against you as you push down, and you respond to me, holding my head in your hands, moaning softly, "Please" you ask me, in a whisper, "Please." A few moments later, and my head starts to swim, I find it difficult to breath, and then I let it all go, and grab your waist, pulling you down as far as you will go, and I come, hard. "Fuck, yes!" you shout, "That's what I want." I fall back against the seat, and you continue rocking for a few moments, as I feel myself shrinking inside you, hot fluid against my waist as my semen drains out of you, and you rest against me, kissing my neck. "Oh god, thank you." you say, "Did you like that? Was that what you wanted?" I nod, feeling your hair drooping across my face, and you kiss my cheek softly. "But there's something undone lover. Something which hasn't happened yet." and I blush. "sorry, I didn't think." I mumble, fumbling with my hands to touch you. I felt your cock against my belly as you rode me, but I never thought twice about you. But you know that, and you aren't about to let me get away that easily. You slap my hands away. "Get out of the car lover. I'm going to have my way with you now. Get your jeans off, and put the lights on." I climb out, and you follow me, pulling at the back of my jeans, and I have to squat, undoing my laces, yanking my trainers off, and looking round first, I drop my trouser, and step out of them. You step out of yours, and in the dark, all I can see are the curves of your legs and ass, and then you lead me by the hand again, around to the front of the car. Pushing me up against the bonnet, and then bending me over. You put your feet in between mine, then push mine apart, spreading them a foot or so, and then I feel the head of your penis brushing my thighs, and I suddenly fear what I know I want, and that's you sliding inside me. But I've never done this before, I don't know if it'll hurt, I try and straighten up. That earns me a slap on my ass. "Now, just you stay there, and give me a minute." "I don't know if I can do this." and I realise I'm telling the truth, I don't know if i can. "Shut up. And turn around. You had your fun. It's only fair that I have mine now, isn't it." You pause. "Now, how does this feel" I feel a finger in the cleft of my buttocks, and a cold wet slippery feeling covering my skin, and then you get to my anus, and I feel myself tighten. You slap my ass with one hand, as the finger I felt pushes ever so gently against me. Then again, and again, circling, teasing, then pushing again, and again, and then into me, and I sob as you drive it as far in as your hand will let you. I bend down further, sagging against the car, and you pump it into me, once, twice, three times, before you slip it out, and I feel my ass tighten again. "Oh god" I moan, and you laugh, not at me, but with me, and then I feel two fingers probing me, then fucking me. "Oh shit. I can't take that." but I'm lying, it hurts a little, but it feels so good opening up to you. "Tell me it's good. Tell me." you command. "It's good." "Mm hmm." I feel something warm against my ass, but I also feel both of your hands gently gripping my love handles, and then you're pushing into me, and I'm sagging against you, and moaning unintelligibly, felling you holding me up by my hips, and then I'm just crying, feeling the muscles of my anus twitching, flexing, trying to push you out while I want you deeper inside. "Please, please." I moan. "Fuck me." I whisper. And you draw out, almost all of the way, but not quite. Just far enough to hold me open, before pushing in again, all of the way. I can't hold back the cry as you finish the stroke, and then you do it again, and again, and then I lose myself in you as you start to fuck me, on the bonnet of my car. You've been fucking me only for a few moments, and I just want more of it, so much more, and you push my feet further apart, until I'm lying on my belly on the car, hardly supporting myself with my legs any more, and I just splay my hands, letting you push down on me. Then Slap, your hand spanks my ass, and again. I wince, pushing down away from you, but you slap me, again and again. "Yes. Slap me again. Hurt me. Please." I know I want it, I know I deserve it. You fuck me like you own me. And I want you to use me, and fuck me, and hurt me. You wind your fingers into my long hair, and I gasp as my head is pulled back, and I almost gag as my jaw is pulled open by my head being yanked back. You pull my hair hard as a counterpoint to every thrust inside me, and it's only now I realise how your cock feels inside me, and how I felt inside you, and that we didn't use any protection. "Come inside me." I beg, and I want to feel your semen inside me, as I feel mine on my belly after flooding you. You respond by gripping both my shoulders, jerking deeply into me, and I feel you twitch, once. Twice. Three times, and warmth spreads inside me, and I feel it against my legs as you fill me up to overflowing. "You. Fucking. Slut." You tell me. "Yes, I am," and I smile as you slowly pull out of me. "Kneel down, facing me." you instruct me. Quickly, I comply. "Now open your mouth." I close my eyes and obey, and then your hot, wet, salty tasting cock pushing into my mouth, and all the way to the back of my throat. I gag slightly and try to pull back, but you grip my head firmly, and push me down on you. You are softening, but I suck on you, wrapping my tongue around you as much as possible as you fill my mouth. You moan, and after a few moments, I feel a little more of your come against my tongue, as you relax and let my head fall back. I feel a little of the guilts begin at the back of my mind, as I stand, and look around for my jeans. "so, what do you think your wife would think if she knew?" I shake my head, "I don't know." And then you're standing against me, laughing. "Well, I'll tell her then. After all, she gave me permission to do it to you." Dizzy Gillespie on Ermou I am writing this elegy to the Greece I love at a time when it is being carved up like a Christmas turkey by the forces of so-called "modernisation" that have already ravaged the USA and western Europe. I am sick at heart at what is being destroyed, and the people who are being reduced to poverty and desperation. What can I do? I am a storyteller, so I tell a story... Dizzy Goes to College Lisa was always getting into trouble it seemed. Since her earliest childhood memories, she had constantly been at the butt of one practical joke or another, most often at the expense of her pride. She couldn't count the number of times she had been humiliated over the course of her life, and you would think that by now she would learn, but every month or less it seemed her friends would rope her into some new scheme, designed sometimes at great lengths for their amusement and her discomfort. Still, they were her friends and she accepted her role in her group and continued along on this course of friendship. She was stunningly beautiful, at 5'6" tall, long blonde hair, very firm body built from years of physical workout sessions. Her breasts were large at 36 C cups, but quite firm and her nipples were often gawked at with amazement when they would harden in the latest view of some practical joke her friends had worked up to embarrass her. She had spent all summer with her friends, being exposed almost daily in some obscene way to half the town. She reasoned that it was probably the last time they would all be together and so carefree, as did they while getting their last digs in at her. Finally, it was fall and she was leaving for college. After a farewell party that left her trashed, naked and tied to a tree, she was almost ecstatic to start over again, escaping her nickname of Dizzy Blonde or Dizz. She chose a school far from home, across the country to escape her years of torture. She still loved her friends and would continue to see some of them on summers and other occasions throughout the year, but she felt that she needed a fresh start. So, a short flight with a long overlay in Chicago and she was there, the University of Pennsylvania, the last place she figured to ever see someone from Southern California. She hailed a taxi at the airport, and within an hour drive, an hour of leering looks from the taxi driver as he made the fifteen minute ride take as long as possible, she was standing in front of her new home with her suitcases at her sides. She struggled with the four bags, stacking them and wheeling towards the steps. Her mid-thigh skirt rode up a little as she pulled on the cases, walking backwards up the steps and pulling up and over each step. She didn't notice the eyeful she was providing to a group of ogling college guys that were sitting behind her, watching every sway of her breasts and every movement of her tight ass. She then, for the first time, noticed a chill and remembered that she was not in California anymore. Lisa made a mental note to get some longer clothing soon. She eventually climbed up the steps, not a soul offering to help her, and into the lobby. There was a line about thirty people long and she exhaled deeply, anticipating a very long wait. Finally, she worked her way up to the front of the line, received her room key and directions, which she quickly forgot. Eventually, after a number of wrong turns, it dawned upon her that room 637 was probably on the sixth floor and so she found her new roommate for the next year. Her name was Jenna, a very thin, petite, pretty girl with long brown hair. She stood a full three inches shorter than Lisa. She was very kind and quickly assisted Lisa to getting settled in. They discussed their majors and aspirations and a little bit of where they came from. Jenna started filling her in on the social climate of the campus, how Jenna, as a sophomore, would try to help her get in with the right groups. Jenna was a Tri-Delta-Gamma, one of the sororities on campus and she promised to help Lisa get in. It didn't take long for Jenna to confirm what she had heard about her new roommate. In the hour since they had met, Lisa continuously displayed her dizziness. Jenna had to bite her lip several times during the conversation to keep from laughing at her naïve comments and at the plan that had been laid out in advance to welcome Dizz to the University. Jenna was already mentally writing the thank you letter to her cousin Suzie back in California for the 911 on her new roomy. It was going to be a fun year. "Just leave those bags," Jenna told her as Lisa threw one of her suitcases on her bed. "We can unpack you later. You must be hungry after that long flight. We can go get a bite at the cafeteria." Now that Jenna mentioned it, Lisa did feel a bit hungry. "Okay, but maybe I should change first. I think maybe my clothes are a bit light for the weather." "Don't be silly, you look great." Jenna answered, standing up in her shorts and T-shirt. The two walked, chatting the entire time to the cafeteria. "Do you like the campus so far?" Jenna asked. "Yes, very much." Lisa replied, "Though I have to admit, people seem a bit stuffy." She complained. "Yeah, I know what you mean. I felt the same way my freshman year, but now I have more friends than I can keep up with. You'll fit in well." Jenna figured now was as good a time as any to introduce her plans. "In fact, we are having a mixer at the Sorority House tonight. It would be a great time to meet some people, to make some friends, maybe even decide to pledge our house!" "That sounds great!" Lisa exclaimed, excited to have found such a wonderful and friendly roommate. During lunch, a lot of people came up to say hello to Jenna. Lisa got the oddest feeling that she was being appraised by everyone she met. It seemed almost like an interview as she met each person that came up. Often they would giggle as they left and Lisa wondered if she had said something to betray her naivety once again. When they returned, Lisa noticed that the door to the room was wide open. "Oh my God!" Jenna screamed, running into the dorm room. "We've been robbed!" She exclaimed, as Lisa ran in behind her. The first thing Lisa noticed was that her suitcases was all missing. "SHIT!" She yelled, joining the panic set by her roommate. "They took all my clothes! They took everything!" Jenna rushed through the room, looking in her drawers and in the closet and in the bathroom that was shared through a door on the other side. "Damn!" She exclaimed, "They must have just grabbed your bags because they were so easy to get." Lisa instantly berated herself in her head for not unpacking before lunch. Her eyes started to well up with tears and she nearly collapsed before Jenna caught her and helped her to sit down on her bed. She sat down next to her and gently rubbed her shoulders. "Oh come on now Lisa. We will get your stuff back somehow." Lisa broke down against Jenna in a flood of tears. Jenna simply held her, letting the tears drip down onto her T-shirt, feeling a tinge of guilt for the plans that were going perfectly. "Lisa, trust me, everything will be okay. Look at it this way. If we don't find your stuff, we can go on a huge shopping spree and buy you all new clothes!" Lisa smiled at this, laughing lightly with Jenna. "Here, have a drink of water and I will call Security." Jenna poured her a drink of water, which Lisa sat up and accepted. Within a few minutes, a large man in jeans and a black T-shirt with SECURITY across the chest showed up at the door. Jenna was holding Lisa, helping to get the sobs to go away as they explained their plight. "What is missing exactly Miss? What was in the bags?" The large man asked Lisa. "Well…" Lisa began, breathing deeply and wiping away a tear. "I had all my clothes in there, my bath products, school supplies, my cell phone, some money." The man was making notes on a form on a clipboard. He began nodding his head. "You really shouldn't leave cash in your bags." Then noticing how distraught she was, "Okay, well can you describe some of the clothing and maybe someone will be foolish enough to wear it around the campus." Lisa began describing all of her outfits, and blushingly, after much prodding, even her undergarments. The man continued to take notes. "Okay Miss. Please stand up." The security officer instructed her. Lisa looked curiously at Jenna, who only nodded, helping her to stand. When Lisa stood, the man approached her and placed his hands on her waist, spinning her around. "It has been my experience," the officer began, "that women are shy about their clothing sizes, so I'll just get the information off your current outfit." "Oh!" Lisa exclaimed, feeling him pull back on the top of her blouse to read the tag. He leaned in to read, but only saw laundering instructions, 'Dry Clean Only'. "That really isn't necessary!" Lisa said, pulling forward. Jenna pulled Lisa's blushing chin up and gave her a reassuring smile. "It's okay, I'm here." She said it softly, reassuringly, and yet, Lisa's little voice was screaming that she had to get out of here. She reluctantly untucked her blouse in the front and showed the man the tag on the inside. "Size 6. See?" She told him, showing the tag to him. The man placed his right hand on her hip and leaned in to read the tag, taking the blouse in his left hand and pulling it up, watching Lisa's cheek turning red as the blouse rose higher, exposing her tight tummy and her back. He barely leaned forward, instead pulling the blouse up until it snagged where it form fitted to her breasts. Lisa felt her breasts bounce, as he pulled up hard, feigning difficulty in reading the number 6. Finally, after several uncomfortable tugs, he confirmed the number 6 and released the blouse. "Very good, a 6." He stated and wrote the number down on his form. The next thing he did made her blush a bright crimson as she felt him tug the waist line of her skirt up and over, pulling out against the garment as much as possible to look down inside her skirt from behind. "I'm sorry," he apologized, leaning in close to look at her bright yellow bikini panties. "I'll have to loosen this a little to get the tag out." Lisa's eyes popped wide open as she felt him sliding the hip zipper down slowly across her hip. When he showed no signs of slowing his efforts, she grasped at the now loose hanging flaps of the skirt or it would have slid right down to the floor! "It's a 6. It's an outfit. They came together!" She remarked in disbelief that this man was undressing her. "It isn't that I don't believe you Miss." The security officer answered. "It is policy. I'm sorry. You can call my supervisor if you want and he can come down and describe the reasons to you, perhaps better than I did." The man released the skirt and pulled out his radio. Jenna looked at Lisa with a frown. "Just get it over with." She whispered. "Okay, fine." Lisa sighed, "Just do it quickly please." "Okay Miss, sorry to make you uncomfortable. Really I do this all the time, it doesn't impact me one way or the other." He pulled at the back of the skirt again and leaned in, holding the fabric a good four inches out to gaze at her pantied ass for a while. "I see… 6 again. Sorry for the inconvenience." Nothing could have prepared Lisa for what happened next. She was pulling the flaps of her skirt together, preparing to zip back up and politely say goodbye to the officer when she felt his hand reach inside her skirt and two fingers dip inside the back band of her panties. Her lower jaw dropped as she felt the man tug up on the back of her panty, wedging the fabric hard against her pussy lips and inside her ass cheeks. She was afraid he would rip them right off her. He pulled up hard, so the panties were tugged well above the waist of her skirt and pulled back to read the tag. He leaned in, inspecting the ass globes that now were separated by the yellow panties bunched in her ass cheeks. "6 again." He said, releasing the fabric. Lisa went to remove the panty from her ass and crotch, but forgot that she had been holding up the skirt. It went sliding down to the floor and she gasped realizing that her ass was now fully on display to the security officer. She quickly bent her knees and squatted down, retrieving the skirt and pulling up fast and zipping it into place. As she sank, Jenna and the 'security officer' shared a quick chuckle before straightening their faces when Lisa stood back up. "Okay, now please unbutton the bottom few buttons of your blouse so I can get your bra size." Lisa's eyes pleaded with Jenna in disbelief, but saw no sympathy, only a reassuring smile. So she unbuttoned her blouse up the front to feel the officer pulling the blouse up above her bra strap. Lisa had to hold the blouse down as she felt the man was pulling so high that her bra-covered breasts were coming into view. The man tugged back with the other hand on the bra strap, holding her back from moving with the tugging of the bra. Lisa's nipples hardened as they were rubbed back and forth against her bra front as the man seemed to have real problems with his vision. He was pulling the bra strap a full five inches away from her back, tugging back and forth for a full minute before finally flipping the bra strap inside out and reading the '36C' clearly inscribed on the tag. Lisa, meanwhile, was blushing from embarrassment not only at letting this man violate her like this, but also at the fact that she was starting to get tingly from the friction of her nipples. That was when she realized that her panties were still tightly wedged against her pussy lips and inside her ass cheeks. She released the blouse a moment to tuck her panties back in her skirt, resigning herself to pull them out of her crotch later. Suddenly she felt the blouse rising up, displaying her bra-covered breasts, being squished against her chest by the bra. She went to grab at the blouse to pull it back down, but the man had a firm hold on the blouse and she would have to wait until he released it. Finally, he said "36C" aloud and released the blouse and allowed the bra to snap hard against her back. Lisa squealed a little and he apologized. "Okay now Miss, just your shoe size and then you can tell me your pantyhose size since you aren't wearing any and I'll get this filed with Campus Security and the Police. He knelt down and lifted her left foot up and back so she bent at the knee and was forced suddenly to balance on her right foot. The officer took the opportunity to look up her skirt while slowly removing the shoe. Lisa's panties had actually pulled up so tightly that her pussy lips were plainly outlined in the thin material. Her ass was completely bared with the material pulled snugly up into the cleft of her ass cheeks. He held the gaze for awhile, finally reading the size 5 aloud before putting the shoe back on and releasing her foot, all the while looking up at the growing wet spot in Lisa's panty. "Okay, we will be in touch again soon." The officer smiled at Jenna as he stood up. "If you would just sign here please Miss." The man placed a long, multi-page form in triplicate in front of Lisa, which she signed at Jenna's silent encouragement. Then he turned to leave. "Meanwhile, if you need anything, you can call me. These thieves probably won't be back and they will probably just take your money and throw the rest in a dumpster somewhere. So it is possible that we might retrieve it. In any case, we will stay in touch." As Jenna led the tall, good-looking guy from the room, she snuck a wink and a quick pinch on his right ass cheek while Lisa was lost in her distress. "Well come on!" Jenna cheerfully turned back, closing the door on the 'security guard'. "Let's get ready for a party." "Oh no. You go on without me." Lisa said, her sobbing chased away from the ordeal with the security officer. "I don't feel much like doing anything now." "No way." Jenna replied. "You can't sit here all night feeling sorry for yourself. It won't do you a bit of good. You are coming with me and we will see if we can help you forget about this if only for tonight." Jenna pulled open a drawer and pulled out a pill bottle, opening it and pushing one towards Lisa. "Try this, it's a Valium, it will help calm your nerves." "I don't really do any drugs. Thank you all the same." Lisa refused the pill, waving it away and sitting in a heap on her bed. "This isn't a drug silly." Jenna pushed on. "It is just Valium, I do it all the time." Lisa slowly allowed herself to take the pill and swallow it down, and sure enough, she was soon feeling calmer. Nearly too calm, as she felt the room slowly drift away until she felt like she was simply floating on air. Jenna smiled. This pill would pretty much insure that Lisa wouldn't remember a thing tonight. The perfect opportunity to see how dizzy she really was. It wouldn't make her do anything she normally wouldn't, just make it difficult to remember anything she did. "Hurry!" Jenna yelled, shaking Lisa out of her slumber. "We have to get going or we will miss the party." Lisa blinked hard, slowly opening her eyes to see Jenna leaning over her. She focused on Jenna, but felt a little tipsy, then noticed the frozen strawberry daiquiri in her hand. "I don't feel very well Jenna. I think I'll just stay here if that is okay with you." "Well it isn't." Jenna retorted, taking a sip from her own daiquiri. "Now you are going to have a good time tonight and that is all there is to it." "Okay" Lisa finally gave in. "But I need something to wear. I have been in this all day. And I need to borrow some make-up." Together, they fixed up each other's hair, drinking a whole pitcher of daiquiris while perfecting their faces. Finally, Jenna led them both into stripping to their underwear as she laid out an outfit for both of them to wear. Lisa picked up the tiniest of skirts she had ever seen and shook her head. "You must be kidding." "No way." Jenna replied, helping her lift one foot into the skirt, nearly knocking Lisa down in the process. Lisa was never a big drinker and the three daiquiris were making her quite tipsy. "It is the only thing I have that stretches and your hips are a bit wider than mine. No offence, you look great, but facts are facts." The skirt was a child's large, 2 sizes too small for Jenna at a 2, making them about 6 sizes too small for Lisa's full hips at a 6. They stretched so much you could see clear through the material. Jenna noted this with a disapproving look. "You'll have to take off those yellow panties." Jenna told Lisa as she turned and shuffled through her underwear drawer, withdrawing on her finger a size 2 black thongs. Throwing the panty to Lisa, she added, "Put these on, they won't show underneath." Lisa struggled with the panties, finally working them over her hips where they tightly hugged the material up at her crotch to disappear between her firm ass cheeks and to clearly define the lips of her vagina. Jenna quickly pulled the skirt down before Lisa could take notice of the exposure that these panties offered and started to unclasp her bra. Noting Lisa's backward glance of disapproval, Jenna smiled. "Don't worry, I have a top with a built in bra, it will be perfect and you can't wear a bra with it." Once again, the size variance left much to be desired as Lisa's larger breasts stretched the material of the Lycra bustier-style top, her breasts comically hanging in front of her as if they were leaning on a shelf. Lisa's nipples were barely covered and she had to pull the top up hard to cover a bit of her areola that was showing at the top. Her entire midriff was exposed from just above her pubic hair and panty line to just below her breasts. The top was really like a strapless bra, nothing much to it at all. The skirt had to be worn low; down on her hips because there was so little material and she had to wear it low enough to cover her ass and crotch from being on full display. Lisa thought to herself that she would have to be very careful tonight about bending over. Jenna lifted her left foot and began sliding a black stocking up her leg. It was the thigh band type that clung to her upper thigh. However, Jenna being a full three inches shorter than Lisa, and the micro skirt being six sizes too small, the stocking was a full five inches below her crotch and two and a half inches below the skirt bottom. Lisa bent over to try and hike up the stocking slowly from the bottom. Her mouth flung open in shock when she felt a hand slap her hard on her bare ass.