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Last Summer

Written by AnonX


Last summer, we sat in the Restaurant and we enjoyed our meal. I looked at my girl-friend .... god, I was absolutely crazy about her and I still am. Even more so after the things happened in the next few days to come. Evelyn hails from Hong-Kong and has everything going for her. She is of eurasian race, with an oval face, big black oriental eyes, long black hair with a dark-blue glow to it, straight, long legs and the tinyest feet I have ever set my eyes on. Her mother is english and that accounts for her straight legs, I presume. She wears 75C bras and has the slimmest of all waists and fairly broad shoulders. At 120lbs she has all the right cushions at the right places. Her 5"6 frame suits my 6"2 real fine and my nordic appearance with long blond hair compliments her asian beauty. She just became 28 and the 21 year age-bracket is nothing we worry about. In any event, when I met her at a mutual friend's party, some 11 months ago, she was a "normal" girl in flat desastershoes, stoned jeans and ugly T-shirt. That has changed a lot. As I am a true sucker for CHANEL and Thierry Mugler, we went and bought her some outfits, virtually the next day after we met. She looks like she has never worn anything else. Her flatoes have been exchanged for 4" and 5" stiletto pumps and sandals and her pop-socks went to the bin in exchange for sheer nylon stockings. The amount of money I've spent on her lingerie alone! Suspenders-, bra- and panty-sets, negligees and the rest of it is nothing in compare to what joy it brings to the two of us. She became a real Lady and an imaginative fuck-pot of the finest sort.
"Hey Alex!" I heard her call through the haze of my memories. "Lost in little Worlds, darling?"
"Yes, sorry, but I was recollecting when we first met and how you have changed."
"For the better, I hope!", she exclaimed smiling all-over her beautiful face.
"You have a mirror at home, dear?!"
"Shall I .... now?" she hissed, leaning over the table.
"Any time you want to." I answered back, grinning an evil grin.
I've got to let you in on our plans, first. We decided to give the waiter a good look up her short skirt and naked pussy. We discovered her strong exhibitionist-streak and she gets real worked-up when she lets strangers peek up her short skirts, flashing her stocking-tops and shaven love-pot. When she gets home from shopping, she tells me all about her sexploits in detail and we always end-up in absolute furious love-making.
The waiter approached our table and she dropped her napkin. Her timing was perfect. When the waiter crouched to pick the napkin up, she moved her legs towards him and crossed them high, straight looking at him. I saw that he just couldn't stand the temptation and virtually sucked-in the sight on offer. She smiled back at him and I could see little perls of sweat appearing on his forehead when he came back up again, slightly blushing. He handed her the napkin back, mumbled something and fled the scene. I knew, looking at her, she was wet. "That makes me so hot, Alex. I could make love to you, right here on the table!"
I must admit, that I had a nice boner which started to dribble. "Come on, let's get the bill and go home." In a jiff, we were out of the Restaurant and in the car. As soon as she sat down in her passenger-seat, she lifted her skirt and started fingering herself. I looked down at her sandaled feet in black nylon stockings. Her toe-nails were bright red and shining through the nylon. Her 4" sling-back sandals accentuated her lean calves and were leading the way to the top of her stockings held-up by taut suspenders. Her index-finger was firmly pressed against her clitoris as she lay back in the comfort of her seat with her eyes closed. "Alex, I'm burning! What are you doing to me?"
I reached over and caressed the inner of her thighs. Goose-pimples appeared and her movements sped up. "Uhhh. uhhh!" She became louder as she approached orgasm. My prick was rock hard, forced down one leg of my trousers as I began to stroked it. The World could have popped, we wouldn't have noticed.
When we came home, it was like two animals fighting - no love, no care - just hard sex. I had discarded my trousers and shirt with Evelyn still fully dressed. We always make love with her being fully dressed. She knelt on all fours, her skirt hiked up around her waist and I hammered her from behind for all I was worth. She sometimes looked over her shoulder right into my face, biting her lower lip in extasy. "What has he seen?" I asked her. She knew exactly what I meant, right away and replied: ".... my stocking-tops .... and .... and .... my wet pussy ....!"
"Are you sure?", I demanded.
".... No .... I don't know ...."
"Next time you make sure he does!"
".... yes ....", she said ".... yes, .... I'll make sure .... that .... everybody .... sees my pussy."
I thought it was the perfect time to introduce her to one of my favourite phantasies: "What would you think of letting somebody touch it?", I asked under my breath. 
".... yes ....!" came back from her.
"Would you like that?"
".... yes ....!"
"Would you let him fuck you, too?"
".... if .... if .... you .... want me to ...."
Now it was my turn to say "YES" and when I did, we exploded into a mutual orgasm. I really had spasms, pain, my eyeballs were twisting like the dials of a slotmachine. I pumped and pumped what seemed to be a never ending stream of sperm into her dripping wet pussy. We finally collapsed on top of eachother trying hard in catching our breaths. When she was coming to her senses again, she drew herself closer to me, kissed me and said: "That was fantastic, darling!" I kissed her back and smiled.

During breakfast, the next morning, she probed:" Did you really mean that, last night?"
"Am I the kind of man joking about things like that?"
"No, but wouldn't you be jealous?"
"No, darling, it's only sex, you know? Mind you, I wouldn't like to see if you'd look at it in another way."
"No, Alex, you know that you can trust me."
We left it at that and I rushed off to the office. 

At about 11:45h my phone rang. It was Evelyn from her mobile: "What are you doing for lunch?"
"It looks like I have an appointment with a very sexy Lady called Evelyn."
She laughed and said: "Where and when?"
"La Tratoria, 12:30h."
"I'll wait for you there. I have a little story to tell ...."
¾ of an hour can be very long. I finally made it there and I saw her sitting by our favourite table looking towards me when I entered. She looked stunning in her black, tight two-piece. She waved her hand and I rushed to her, kissing her as I sat down.
"So, tell me!" I demanded.
"I bought some new shoes ....", she had that sparkle in her eyes when she continued: ".... just around the corner from the bank. It's a new, small shop with very elegant shoes. So I thought to myself "let's have a look". When I entered the shop I realised, that I was the only customer. A nice-looking young girl of about 16,17 or so came from the back greeting me. She offered me a seat and asked my wishes. I stated, that I would like to have a look at their stock of high-heeled pumps. She asked my size and commented, that she doubted they had a small a size like that. She vanished behind some curtains only to step from them again in what seemed only a matter of seconds, carrying 4 boxes piled-up in her arms. She sat down in front of me and opened the first box to produce some beautiful, low-cut 4" patent leather pumps. When she gotten the shoes from the box, she stretched her right leg to balance her move. Doing so, I had a beautiful view of her crotch sending tingles to my pussy. I think she caught my glimpse and smiled at me. I thought, that it was only fair to have her look at my pussy, too. So when she opened the straps of my sandals, I crossed my legs high enough to enable her a short peek up my skirt. She fell for the trap and when she looked up, she looked straight into my eyes. We held that look for some seconds and then she said: "May I compliment you on your black sandals which contrast beautifully with the tan of your stockings, Madame?"
Listening to this, I was sporting a class1 pecker by now: "Go on, please!", I urged.
"Thank you.", I replied letting the nylon rustle a bit, "How did you notice I am wearing stockings?" I faked.
"I just had to look when you crossed your legs, Madame, but fully unintentional. I swear!"
"I believe you.", I said looking at her. She had the sandal off by now and proceeded to put the pumps on. They fitted very well so I got up and walked some paces watching my feet in the low-angle mirrors. I liked what I saw and said: "I'll take those." The sales-girl was watching every of my moves and I loved the attention I was getting.
"Look, Alex. It's so strange, you know. I got excited by a GIRL looking at me and I still am!"
"Please go on!", I urged her.
"So I sat down again and when the second pair was tried on, I asked her whether she wears stockings, too?"
"I never did, but I would like to. I find them incredibly sexy."
"Why don't you buy yourself some?" I asked her.
"Madame, please understand, I just left school and this is my first job. So I do not have a lot of money. Fine lingerie is expensive."
"I can tell you about that!" I laughed back "I can give you a pair of mine, if you want?"
"Oh Madame, I can't accept your kind offer. After all, you're a customer."
"Uh, don't you worry!", I said to her "When do you finish here, tonight?"
"At 6 o'clock, Madame."
"OK, then you'll grab yourself a train and a cab from the station, which I will pay and come to my place. Nobody will ever know. How's that?"
"Oh Madame, you're too kind!" her face blushing and looking down onto her knees."
During my buying another pair of shoes, she was really looking happy as can be and when we parted I handed her my card and she said that she's very much looking forward to our meeting, tonight."
"Alex, I have been on heat since then. Will I turn to be a lesbian after all?"
"No", I said "it's just the heat which comes from that young and innocent girl. It's most likely the innocense which gives you that feeling of power and sexyness."
"So what shall I do, tonight? I have no idea!"
"I'l try to be home before the girl comes and you pretend that you're alone. Let her try some sexy stuff on and just let things happen. I'll get the videocam ready and put everything on tape. How does that sound to you?"
"You should feel my heart beat!"
"You should feel my MEAT beat! I have a darn rocket in my pants! I don't know how I'll get through the afternoon!"

Around 4 in the afternoon, I wasn't able to stand it anymore and I just had to head home. I told my secretary that I'll be off for the rest of the day and drove to my house. The hour's drive went very quickly and Evelyn greeted me in a long, pink, silk robe. She had a silk scarf around her head indicating that she's put curlers in. I interupted her doing her nails. "Darling, I'm so happy you're early! I've sent Emma home and played with myself three times already!"
I unzipped my flies and my boner sprang free. I went to where Evelyn was seated and she took it right into her mouth sucking on it for all she was worth. 
"When you just played with yourself, what were you thinking of?"
She stopped sucking and looked at me, childishly: ".... The girl .... !"
"What were you doing to her in your phantasy?"
".... Oh,  Alex ...."
"Tell me!"
"She .... she .... touches me .... everywhere!"
I shot my load in no time and she swallowed everything, as usual.
"You're coming like water from a firehose!", she said "It does turn you on ....".
"Turn on is just not the right expression, my dear. I'm getting hay-wire about it!"
"What if she doesn't want to go any further than getting her stockings and leave?"
"It's in your hands, Evelyn. She'll be like hot wax in your hands, from what I sense. It all depends on you, I guess."
"I feel like a pupil right before a big math-test. I am all butterflies."
"I see you're really getting ready for her - doing your hair - is it for her?"
"Yes, I want to look my best when she arrives." and then she said, after a short pause: "She's so young ...."
"Does that add to the turn-on?", I asked.
"I suppose so .... thinking about it .... YES!"
"Decided on what you'll wear, yet?"
"Yes. Have a look, it's all laid-out on the bed."
I turned on my heels and rushed upstairs to our bedroom. She had carefully arranged everything on the bed. A new pair of black fully-fashioned nylons, 50s style, still in their pouch, a black see-through lace, fish-bone enforced corset with ½ cups. Black sling-back 5" sandals consisting of only 2 straps and a pink and black two-piece CHANEL costume with a very short skirt. Seeing all of that lined-up, I felt that certain itch in my groin again, although I just fired my load a couple of minutes ago.
"If the girl doesn't get hot on that number, she never will ....", I thought walking back downstairs.
"Your choice is exellent, Evelyn. That'll do the trick."
"Don't you think that the seamed nylons are a bit .... too much?", she asked.
"The only question is: Do you want to wear them?", I replied.
"Yes, I'd like to, but they might be just too much of a hint ..."
"From what you've told me, she's going to melt away, seeing your stockings. Just forget about the 'give-away' business. If she appears here, she's set to do whatever you'll like her to do. In my books, she's submissive."
That was my verdict. I thought immediately, that she was devot and liking to be dominated in a mild sort of fashion when Evelyn told me about her little adventure.
"That could be the case.", Evelyn replied with a face of thought.
"Do whatever you like, dear. Chances like that will come about again, sooner or later."
"Wouldn't you be sorry if nothing'd happen?" she claimed with a quizzical look on her face.
"I must admit that the situation is absolutely perfect and it would be a crying shame to let it pass without having taken the opportunity or at least giving it a good try. AND, it's the first time for you being attracted to a girl, isn't it?"
"Yes, I have a somewhat mixed feeling for her. I can't put my finger on it. It's just a funny feeling. Maybe I'm afraid to be a lesbian."
"Aw, come-on! I guess that you're discovering a bi-sexual streak inside yourself. Nothing close to being a hard-core lesbian. Don't you worry, I'll still love you even when you turn a lesbo!"
She laughed and continued varnishing her finger-nails by saying: "I'll have to get this done, darling, and after that, I'm all yours."
I left her to it and went upstairs to get the video-equippment ready. I also had to find a good hiding-place to watch all of the action - if there was any ....
God, I was getting hard again figuring in my mind what was about to happen. "This ain't a movie, mate!" I thought to myself and my heart started to beat a little faster.
After 20mins I had it all sussed-out. I filled Evelyn in on the whats and wheres: "I'll be hiding the camera in the planters over by the window. When she comes in, you'll be talking to her for a little while in the salon. Check her out a bit. How old, boyfriends and specially girlfriends, school, etc. Then turn the conversation to lingerie and stockings, dresses, whatever and don't forget to cross your legs once in a while to test her reactions. Ask her whether she has many customers wearing stockings and what she feels when she sees them, touches them, and so forth. Tell her about the feeling actually wearing them. If you'll find her ready for the next move, invite her up to your dressing-room. I'll zoom-in from the wardrobe in our bedroom." Evelyn said smiling: "It seems to be your major worry, to get it all on tape alright. Good for us we have two vidicams."
"You can say that again! Let's go back to our plot. Once you're in your dressing-room, you're in charge. You'll have to decide where the ride will take us. Do you think you can handle this or will it be a problem? We still can call the whole thing off."
"No, you fool. It's ME wanting it, too! Remeber that I started it all?"
"Yes dear, I know, but I don't want you to get hurt. That's all."
"You're a gentleman, a true gentleman." and with that she kissed me lovingly and deeply.
"I'll tell you when I'll start to get dressed", she added "because I'll want you to tape the preparations, too!"
"I'll go and make the final check on the equippment." I replied.

A half an hour later, when all the checking was done, the first camera and cables were hidden well, I was called to the bedroom, as Evelyn told me that she was about to get ready. The time was 6:15h already. When I came to the bedroom, Evelyn was still wearing her pink Nightgown and high-heeled mules, she wore for most of the afternoon. Her hair was in long waves cascading down over her shoulder-blades. Her make-up was super-sexy. Her bright red full lips matched the color of her nail-varnish. She looked delectable.
"You're ready?"
I grabbed the camera and put it against my right eye: "Yes, dear." The red light was on.
Evelyn made it appear as though nobody was around and during the whole filming she not once looked at the camera.
She slowly peeled-off her nightgown and let it drop to the floor. She turned around, facing our full-length mirror. She brought both of her hands to her magnificent breasts and took her nipples between her thumbs and index finger, pinching them lightly. While continuing doing that with her left hand, her right hand sloped down to her pubic area, where she just playfully sank her middle-finger into her naked slit. What a sight!
Then she turned back to the bed and picked-up her corset. Turning around to the mirror again, she held it against her body as she would test the fit. When she had nested her tits onto the cups, she reached back closing the hooks, one by one. The ½cups just barely covered her nipples with see-through lace. The corset was so thight fitting, that her already wonderful figure was converted into a perfect hour-glass shape. She adjusted the position of her tits again and then slowly swung around to sit on the bed. She opened the pouch of her stockings, got them out and creamed them over her arm, one after the other, to test for ladders or faulty fabrication. When she was satisfied with her test, she slipped off her left mule and started to put-on the first stocking, ever so slowly. Half way up her thigh, she got up to put her stockinged foot on the bed, finishing it off by connecting the clasps. She sat down again to put on her left sandal.
This wasn't a woman getting dressed - this was a most seductive dance.
She did just the same with her right stocking and sandal. 
Then came the skirt. She stepped into it. Carefully setting one foot after the other and slowly wiggeled her way into it. She turned facing the mirror again and checked on her looks then she put on her jacket. Done.
Without a motion to me, she went pass me and slowly decended to the salon. She went to the bar and fixed herself a large brandy. That's where I couldn't keep the silence anymore. I switched-off the camera and said: "You look wonderful, Evelyn!"
"Thank you, Alexander.", she said in her typical voice "Will she think that, too?"
"Any gender will be flat on their bellies just to please you."
"You want one too?" she said, pointing at her glass of brandy.
"Yes, great idea. We'll need some loosening-up, I guess."
"I am trembling.", she added.
"So am I!" and I must admit, that I was a bit weak in the knees.
As soon as we finished our drink, the door-bell went. we looked at eachother in what can be best described as a mild form of panic.
"That's her!", I whispered.
"Yes, darling. Where will you be?", she hissed back.
"I'll be on the upstairs landing from where I can hear and see you. I'll know, when you'll be ready to come upstairs, but keep your time. I've got to have some minutes to be able to hide!"
"OK!"
I kissed her on the cheek, not to smear her lip-stick and made my way upstairs, hearing her high-heels clicking towards the front door.
"The race is on!" I thought to myself trying to get my violent heart-beat under control.


I heard Evelyn say: "Oh hello, my dear, come in please! It's so nice to have you here. You found it alright? It's a bit remote but most people know where we live."
"Yes, Madame", I heard her say "it was quite easy. I took the cab as you said"
"Can you imagine, we have not even introduced ourselves, yet!"
"My name is Helen, Madame."
"My name is Evelyn. Nice to meet you Helen. You may call me Evelyn."
"I'm sorry Madame, I'd rather call you Madame, if you don't mind .... "
There was a short break, but long enough for me to notice when I heard Evelyn say, cheerfully: "If you prefer Madame, then Madame it is."
"Thank you, Madame."
They have arrived at the settees and Evelyn offered Helen the place opposite her.
"Would you care for a drink, Helen?"
"I don't drink, Madame."
"A tiny little one wouldn't hurt, would it?"
"I guess not, Madame."
"So, what you'll have?"
"The same as you'll have, Madame."
"Then it'll be brandy for the two of us."
"Evelyn made the two drinks, gave one glass to Helen and then she sat down. Evelyn was with the back to me but I was able to see Helen's reaction. Since she came in, her eyes were feasted on Evelyn and when she sat down and crossed her legs, Helen was all eyes up Evelyn's skirt. I was able to see that very closely, as that very moment, I was zoomed on her face with my vidicam. Helen was a nice girl with fair hair and a blossoming figure. But I never thought she'd look THAT young! In my books, she looked the most 14! Although she had some curves, there was nothing, really, to write home about, but I detected what Evelyn saw in her: Beautiful INNOCENSE, submissivness, shyness! I guess that Evelyn saw something in her which she has lost, not too long ago. Maybe Evelyn wanted to teach her what I had tought her?
Evelyn raised her glass towards Helen, smiling at her: "Cheers!"
Helen took a small sipp and started coughing. Evelyn laughed it off by saying: "That's only the first sipp, Helen. The second-one will be a lot nicer. I promise you!"
"I'm sorry, Madame, but it suddenly burned my throat." After a few seconds Evelyn asked:
"When do you have to be home, tonight?"
"Oh, that's not too important, as my family doesn't mind anymore since I'm working. But I inquired about the last train and that is at 23:15h, Madame."
"What's your boyfriend say when you're not around, tonight?"
"I don't have a boyfriend, Madame."
"A beautiful girl like you and no boyfriend?"
"No, Madame."
"No Mr. Right came about, yet?"
"I'm afraid not, Madame."
"What's your work like? Do you have a lot of customers .... like me?"
"No, Madame, you're the most beautiful customer I've ever had."
"Thank you Helen, but I think you're overdoing it a bit."
"No, Madame, not at all ...." But before Helen was able to explain, Evelyn butted in:
"I felt that you were fascinated by my stockings. I thought that more women prefer stockings to tights than just me."
"If I may say so, Madame, it's your stockings, your legs, everything." Her voice suddenly died and she looked down blushing.
"I guess that you have nice legs, too. Unfortunately I can't see too much of them, as your skirt is a bit on the longish side. Would you mind getting up and lift that skirt a bit for me?"
"No Madame, I think that's fine."
She got up, slowly and clutched her hands to the hemline of her skirt so hard, that I was able to see the white of her knuckels. Slowly she started to ease her skirt up looking at Evelyn waiting for her to say "stop". Instead of that Evelyn said: "Go on .... higher!"
Helen was midway up her thighs and still no end of those lovely legs in sight. 
"More?", she asked.
"Yes!", Evelyn demanded certainly starting to enjoy being in the drivers-seat. The alcohol was starting on her, as well. She had finished her second big-one in a, for her, very short time, already. Helen's skirt was up ¾ by now and there was no sign of Evelyn asking her to stop. I zoomed-in for all the vidicam was worth and I saw hher inner thighs starting to curve-in. The perfect sign for her panties to come into view, soon. Then Evelyn suddenly said: "Stop!" I thought that she must be out of her mind!
"You may sit down again, Helen." When Helen was seated again, Evelyn continued:
"You just have the perfect legs for stockings, my dear!" Helen smiled blushing again.
"In a few minutes we'll be going upstairs and you can try some on, if you want to?"
"That'd be wonderful, Madame.", she exclaimed all smiles.
"First, finish your drink, so that we can take a fresh one upstairs." Helen did as she was told. She slightly chuckled, but the drink went down, quickly. I think she felt that she needed that and that it'll help her overcome her shyness.
When Evelyn got up to fix the announced drinks, she made an absolute show uncrossing her legs. She slipped forward on the sofa and with this move, her short skirt slipped back and stocking-tops came into view. Evelyn looked at Helen, Helen looked at Evelyn's stocking-tops and I banned the whole scene on tape. Perfect! Whe Evelyn finally stood, she gracefully went over to the bar, Helen's eyes glued to her stockinged legs and shoes. I was flat on my tummy pressing my prick to the wall-to-wall carpeting. I was in a state of absolute frenzy and Evelyn appeared so cool! 
"I should have had another drink, too!", I thought. Still wondering, it suddenly came to my mind, that any minute they must be on their way upstairs! I got up quickly, avoiding to make the slightest noise and retreated to my hide-out in the wardrobe. Soon enough, I heard Evelyn's heels clicking sounds come closer up the wooden staircase. Then they came into view when I heard Evelyn say: 
"This is my dressing-room - Alex's is over there." pointing to the left with her hand. 
"May I ask .... Are you married, Madame?
"No, he's my boyfriend, but I like him enought to be his wife." The girls giggled.
I was surprised. That was the first I heard along those lines, as marriage was never a subject to us. BUT, funny enough, I was sort of .... flattered!
I feasted my eye to the camera again and zoomed-in.
Evelyn pushed one of the fully mirrored sliding-door aside leading to many drawers of diffrent size. There she kept her stockings asorted by style and color.
"That's my stocking-treasure." she said to Helen, opening the first drawer.
"What kind of stocking would you like to try, first?"
"I don't know, Madame. Would you mind making the selection?"
"No, not at all! But at first, you have to take your dress off, because you will have to don a suspenderbelt. Here, let me help you."
Evelyn posed herself behind Helen, pulled the zip down and helped her out of her dress. Helen wore a cotton bra and matching panties. Her tits were somewhat bigger than they appeared under that cheap dress of hers.
The front of my shorts were soaked of pre-come now and my balls started to hurt by the sight of Evelyn dressed-up to the nines and that shy girl in her cotton underwear.
Evelyn opened another drawer to produce a white, lace suspenderbelt.
"Here, look. You like that?"
"Oh yes, Madame!"
"Let me put it on for you." With this sentence, Evelyn swung the suspenderbelt around Helen's waist, hooked it up on her back and looped the straps into Helen's panties. Helen looked at herself in the mirror and touched the suspenderbelt. Her face lit-up in sheer delight: "It feels so soft, Madame. I always thought that lace was somewhat hard and rough to wear."
"You see? Nothing comes at face-value.", Evelyn added.
"What we'll need now, is a matching bra! Please take your's off whilest I get it."
I saw when Evelyn went over to her drawers she was watching Helen in the mirror taking off her bra. You were able to actually scoop sex out of the air. When Evelyn turned around she couldn't resist but to stare at Helen's nicely rounded tits:
"You have very nice breasts and I must compliment you on your legs, too!"
"Thank you, Madame." Helen said, blushing again.
"Let me help you with your new bra, now."
"Mine?"
"Yes, you'll naturally keep all the things you wear tonight. It's a half-cup bra. I like them the most."
"Oh, I cannot say anything but thank you Madame, you're so kind."
"Don't you worry." Evelyn said smiling, moving behind Helen's back again: "Now put your hands through the shoulder-straps."
Helen did as she was told. Evelyn pulled the bra tight to Helen's back, to do it up. Then she guided her hands foreward to adjust the bra-cups. When Evelyn touched the girl's breasts, she jumped a little and looked at Evelyn. Evelyn smiled back at her, lovingly.
When my girlfriend went to her drawers again, she exlaimed: "Now it's time for your first pair of stockings!" She took a fresh pack of tan stockings from the wardrobe and opened it.
"Here, Look!" she said by pulling them out and handing them over to Helen.
"Oh, they're wonderful, Madame! May I put them on?"
"Be careful, dear. Ladders come very quickly! Maybe it's better I'll help you."
"Oh yes, please, Madame. I don't want to ruin them."
So Evelyn got them up and asked Helen to point her toes to slip into them. Half way up her leg, she took over and said: "They feel so cool, so wonderful, Madame!"
Quickly she put on the other stocking and Evelyn fastened them to the suspender-straps. Boy, they looked the treat. My head was spinning and I didn't know whether I was coming or going. The palms of my hands were sweatting and I hoped that my camera won't slip.
I overheard Evelyn say: "Now we have to give you some high-heeled shoes, don't we?"
"No, Madame, you already have done so much for me ...."
"Quiet, Helen!" I heard my girl say, playfully hard.
"I have very small feet, but as you are a bit smaller in size, one of my slightly bigger sandals might fit. Look, try these, please."
Evelyn pulled some 4" sling-backs from the shelf and after a short attempt, they fitted perfectly.
"Now look at you in the mirror!"
Helen couldn't get enough of her own image. Suddenly she turned around facing Evelyn and I saw that she was fishing for words. Evelyn saw that too and asked:
"Is there anything you want, dear? If yes, tell me. You may ask everything." 
Then she began: "Madame, seeing me in the mirror .... I look beautiful .... but not half as beautiful as you." Evelyn wanted just to but-in, but Helen continued: "Since we met today, I wondered what you do look like under those beautiful clothes of yours. Just in your stockings, suspenders, bra and heels."
"Oh, Helen, that can easily be arranged!"
With that, Evelyn got slowly out of her jacket turning towards Helen and looking deeply into her eyes. "Could you help me out of my skirt, please?"
Helen got behind her and slowly unzipped her skirt. Evelyn let it glide to the floor. They both were facing the mirror with Evelyn closer than Helen.
"Do you like what you see?" my girl asked her.
"Oh god, you ARE beautiful!" Evelyn turned around to face Helen:
"Now we have to get real even, Helen .... you have to drop your panties, as I am not wearing any!" Evelyn tucked her thumbs into the waistband and slowly pulled Helen's panties down. The girls were in extasy. Helen was breathing heavily and Evelyn could hardly keep her compulsion. My girlfriend pulled the panties lower and lower, until she was on face-level with Helen's moistly glistening pussy. Evelyn must have smelled her musk. She just must have! She just let her panties drop down and Helen slowly stepped out of them, towards Evelyn. Then suddenly my girl embraced Helen and the two girls started kissing. First little pecks on eachothers lips which became more and more demanding until they deep-throated each other's tongues, breathing heavily with blowing nostrils.
Evelyn pushed Helen's bra up and started to fondle her right tit. Helen was so far gone, that she just stood there kissing my girl for all she was worth. Evelyn brought her left leg up right into Helen's crotch and masturbating her with her stockinged thigh. It was really seconds only when Helen exploded into a loud orgasm, first muffled by Evelyn's lips. I thought she'll die or at least .... faint! Evelyn had started to masturbate herself with her left hand and shortly after Helen, she also came in everlasting waves. Both girls cramped into embrace with their eyes rolled back, I wasn't able hold back any longer. I just touched my prick twice and nearly died, myself.
When I opened my eyes, I saw the girks kissing again. Small, repeated kisses, smiling at eachother, still breathing heavily. Then Evelyn spoke:
"Did you .... like that?"
"Madame .... it was wonderful .... I have .... I have never dared to dream ...."
"I still want more of you, Helen. Come to bed." Evelyn smiled and took her by the hand and guided her to our XXL-size bed. I pushed the button again and the red light went on.
Evelyn crawled onto bed and lay down on her back with Helen about to lie on top of her, when she suddenly halted her motions: "Madame, I still have my shoes on. "
"Don't you find it looks sexy, those shoes and our stockings?"
"Yes, Madame."
"So keep them on." The girls giggled.
When the small giggle died, Helen was already looking down the whole length of Evelyn. When Helen's eyes slowly wandered over my girl's bald pubic mound, she said: "Your pussy looks so beautiful!" Evelyn pulled her legs up and parted them with her feet still on the bed-spread: "Would you like to kiss my pussy?" She took Helen's hand and guided her to her honey-pot without waiting for an answer. When Helen started to massage my girlfriend's clit, I heard how wet she was. Evelyn was looking down to watch Helen fingering her now fully spread love-pot. When Helen's motions became more demanding, she arched her head back and closed her eyes. By then Helen's head approached my girl's sweet pussy and she started, first seductively slow circling the tip of her tongue around her clit and then lapping more and more, harder and harder until she had my girl's bum spinning with sheer lust: "Helen, lick me, lick me, lick me!" she repeated under her breath. Helen was on all fours licking for all she was worth and simultaneously fucking her own hole with two of her fingers. From where I was, I could see her lovely young arsehole which really looked like a pink rosebud. God, I wanted to have my dick in there, badly.
My thoughts were interrupted by the girls climaxing again. My balls were on the boil again, too, but I missed the opportunity being busy filming.
The girls lay side-by-side smiling and after 5mins or so, it looked like they'll dozed off. I waited for another 5mins and left my hide-out.  I stood at the foot of the bed and I tell you: "What a sight it was!" I could have spent the rest of my life just standing there. AND, naturally, hopping into bed with them for the occasional fuck, but I shouldn't have been caught. That would have spoiled it all. So I made some more close-ups and sadly left the site. The thing took an unpredicted swing. What am I going to do now? Then the idea popped-up. I'll get my car from the garage, drive a mile down the road, have a drink, to let them sleep a little longer and then call home from my mobile. I remebered Helen having to be on her way at, at least 22:45h, to catch her train. Maybe I could see her to the station? that would be great.
So at 22:15h I called home and after 5 rings, Evelyn answered, still half asleep: 
"Darling, where are you?" I quickly filled her in on the story and then she said: 
"So you'll be home in 15mins?"
"Yes!" I replied.
15mins later I was rolling up the drive-way, left the car in front of the house and let myself in. The girls must still be upstairs, I thought. So I called:
"Evelyn, I'm home!"
"Darling, I'll be with you in no time!"
I thought that 15mins was not enough for 2 beauties in their own respect to recover completely from such love-making and a good dose of sleep. But how wrong I was! Down the stairs came Evelyn and Helen, fresh as daisies. I approached them, kissed Evelyn and said to Helen:
"Hello, my name is Alexander." Helen and I shook hands while Evelyn introduced Helen to me: "It's the girl from the shoe-shop! I told you about it over lunch."
"Oh yes, I remember.", I lied.
"Darling, could you see Helen to the train-station for me, please?"
"Yes, certainly! Come-on Helen, let's go!"
With that Helen turned around and looked at Evely reaching her hand out saying: 
"Thank you, Madame. It was the most beautiful evening of my life."
"Never mind, Helen. I'll be in touch with you before the weekend. I might have a surprise for you!" Helen blushed again, turned on her new heels and we were headding for the car. I opened the passenger-door for her and watched her getting in. 
"She's not used to stockings, yet.", I thought, as she gave me a full view of all her undercharms, including her nearly hairless hole.
The trip to the station went quiet. I guess she was thinking about what has happened during the past hours. No wonder! So when I've let her out at the station, I just told her good-bye and I rushed back to my girl to give her the shagging of her life-time.

If the cops would have caught me, they would have not arrested me for speeding but for low flying. I virtually hammered the gas-pedal through the floor! I wanted to hear her talking about her feelings and how she experienced the last hours. I wanted to hear it from HER mouth, directly.
Out of the car and into the door was one move. Evelyn fled into my arms and kissed me: "This was something, darling! We were so exhausted that we went to sleep!"
"I saw that! Tell me the whats and whens!"
"Let's go upstairs, Alex!", she said, leading me by her hand, as she's done with Helen but with one difference - we were running!
"You've seen everything?" she asked me looking over her shoulder.
"Yes, darling!
We flew into the bedroom and onto our bed. We were kissing heavily. She helped me tear my clothes off and her right hand found it's way to my plonker.
"It was so exciting ... my heart beat like a drum! I just had to kiss her .... I was so wet!
"She was too, I bet."
"When I pulled her panties down, I smelled her wettness .... it made my head spin!"
"I thought so." By now she jerked my foreskin up and down like a bitch on heat and pressed her body so close to mine as if she wanted to melt into me. Her tongue darted into my ear:
"I love you, Alex .... I love you!"
I turned her around and took her from behind with hard, long strokes. Her head was on the bed and her arse high up in the air. My prick was just sucked in. With every stroke, her pussy tightened like a small hand wrapped around my tool.
"Tell me more!" I demanded, breathing heavily. "What .... what do you have in mind? .... What's the next move? .... Tell me."
"I .... I want to see you .... want to see you .... fuck her!", it broke out of her. I sped-up my moves and said: "Like this?"
Growing louder with every stroke: "Yes .... yes .... YES!" .... "Make her .... make her .... feel .... like I feel! .... Fuck her! .... Fuck her like .... like you fuck me now!" Her moaning and breathing grew louder and I was on the edge when she continued:
"Tell me .... would you like that?" My mind raced, my balls tightend and I felt the first spurt coming, shouting: "YES!" She came instantly, at the same time I shouted the word and again, I pumped and pumped and pumped. I thought it'd never end.
I collapsed onto her back, similar to the fashion I wittnessed just some hours ago.
We still were trying to catch our breaths, when she broke the silence:
"I will invite her for the next weekend."
I showed no reaction, as I still was miles away.
"Alex, dear, I will invite her for the next weekend, I said."
I slowly rolled-over towards her saying: "That's a wonderful idea!"
"She mentioned anything on the way to the station?"
"No, nothing. She was very quiet. Matter of fact, we hardly spoke a word."
"That funny", Evelyn replied.
"What do you think she should say? Oh Sir, by the way, I just fucked your girlfriend?"
Evelyn laughed holding her belly: "God, your funny, Alex."
I looked down to her pussy and saw my sperm dripping out of her hole due to her laughing. I found that funny and I told her. When she realised, her laughter excellerated and she rolled from left to right, holding her belly.
"She is so cute, my little-one", I thought. And I think that this was the point I really fell in love with her.










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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.