Lingerie fashion show [FMF]

Although our texting conversation was bold and flirtatious from the get-go (we met as she replied to a couple seeking female craigslist ad of all things), she was shy in person. I always like to meet up with prospective partners alone, first and in a public place. It takes a bold woman to respond to an anonymous internet ad looking for casual threesome sex. I’ve been that single woman before so I want to make sure my sexual partners are safe.

We met at a coffee shop and it was just the two of us and a barista. I picked the most hipster coffee shop in town but I didn’t realize they closed at 6pm. I guess they were more authentic morning coffee shop rather than all night college coffee hang-out. She was easy to spot– the only other person to walk through the door and I recognized her smile immediately. She had short dark wavy hair, defined jawline and statuesque shoulders. She was tall and skinny and carried herself with confidence. Actually she reminded me of the “Sara” from Tegan and Sara music duo. I saw them in concert once and had immediate girl crush.

My Sara could have been that nerdy lanky girl in college but I knew her secret wild streak. I liked meeting up with her because she was different. Whereas I’m the elegant career woman, Sara was the alternative edgy thrill of a young college age crush.

I was excited to meet Sara in person and when I’m excited I over share and talk too loudly.
We only had 30 mins before closing and our chemistry was electrifying. I was trying to talk softly but I’m sure that tattooed barista had seen enough internet first dates to read our body language. I remember we talked about college– coincidentally we had gone to the same University but about 10 years apart. She had just graduated earlier that year and navigating her first job outside of college. She was so young! There was a certain maturity to her, the way she maneuvered her present situation in an open marriage, the way she talked about David Bowie albums and Morrissey lyrics you would have thought she was 10 years older than me, but no, she was a pretty young thing at 22. We connected over podcast recommendations and began debating the most recent episode of our favorite series.

“How do you feel about our age difference? I mean, I’m 10 years older than you and I know my man is at least 20 year age gap!” She says, “not anything I had considered. I thought you guys were my age!”

The barista calls out to us “5 more minutes” and I realize my hand is on her thigh as we’re conversing. That moment snapped me back to reality and knew I had better be wrapping things up. Sara looked at her phone and I knew that she had to be back to her normal life. I like knowing that we are an escape for her.

I walk her out to the car and I give her a hug goodbye, but I don’t let my hand slip away from her waist. She’s so petite! I ask her again, “promise you’ll visit on Sunday? We’ll make it worth your time” and wink. She kissed me. I liked feeling her soft lips there in the dimly lit parking lot. It was November so it was already dark at 6pm. The darkness felt like another cover of secrecy; like sneaking away at the park to kiss your crush. I wanted to kiss her more but knew that there is a grace in saving more for later.
“I’ll text you later” I said and got into my car.

We did text later, and throughout the week sexted more photos of my man and I. She was all ready for Sunday and begging for more.

I wanted to give her a gift which was unexpected so I went to the lingerie shop and bought her this cute black and pink bra/ panty set. I though the way the halter bra tied at the top would accentuate her shoulders and the thong would look adorable between her perky cheeks. I bought myself a black and pink corset and matching boy short panties. I thought my curvy figure would look good in something that tightened my waist and enhanced my breasts.

She showed up in a short black dress with short sleeves, dark oversized glasses and glossy lips. She looked too cute and I had to quell my excitement a bit. We poured a few drinks, Vodka Cranberry for her as she wasn’t quite accustomed to the taste of red wine yet, and sat back in the living room to converse.

We chatted again about music tastes and what led her to discover her bisexuality. My man asked questions about her past, as he was curious how she was so young but married, but in an open relationship. “Why not just keep dating around like most millenials?” he inquired.
But there was a maturity in her answer, “When you find your person, you just know, even if you’re not ready to stop exploring.”

My body feels warm and relaxed and I say to both Sara and my man, “I’m going to put on a fashion show for you.”
She smiled a wide grin.
“But first, I have a present for you” I give her a gift box and she opens it.

Surprised she announces, “No one’s ever bought me lingerie before!” she exclaims.
“If you would like, go ahead and put it on” I say.

As Sara freshens in the guest room, I go up to my room and lay out four different lingerie outfits.

First, an all black lacy corset, black thigh highs, black garter belt, and stripper high patent leather high heels. This outfit is a little edgy and I play a song that strippers may choose as their debut song. I like to match my lingerie mood to a theme song. This one, it has bass and a beat and it a little more edgy.

“Goddamn you are such a lucky man” Sara says to my man as I walk past them, both eyes glued to my ass. She’s wearing her little pink and black shelf bra and matching thong. Her body looks tight and athletic.

I have fun walking the length of our living room, doing a little turn, and a little dance. I feel sexy as two sets of eyes are totally on me. Sara and my boyfriend are sitting on the sofa, close together as his hand rests on her calf. She is curled up on the sofa sipping her drink.

I go back up to change into 2nd outfit, a gold lace nightie that’s sheer enough you can see the outline of my areolas. I pair it with white sheer thigh highs and gold high heels. This one is a little more demure and angelic so I play a more ethereal EDM song, no lyrics just melodies and harmonies and electronic beats.

“Oh my god, you are a goddess” Sara exhales.

Third outfit is my red outfit: red fishnets, red shelf bra, red tanga panties that show off my round ass. Of course, red high heels with a bow on the toe. I’m feeling a little more conventional so I play a popular pop song with a lady rapper featured for the hook.

“Red hot” Sara says as her eyes follow me down the stairs and across the living room.

My man says “Come over here closer”
I dance a little over to where they are sitting on the sofa.
I do a little dance in front of them both, shaking my ass, and my man brushes his hand down my body.

Then I feel Sara’s touch as she traces my stockings at the top of my thighs.

I feel aroused so I turn around and grind up on Sara a little bit. She caresses my waist as my man touches my legs and my thighs.
I feel so good. My panties are definitely wet as my clit swells with anticipation.

Last outfit was the one that specifically matches Sara’s black and pink little number.
I choose a song that’s a little more indie alternative with a slower pace. I wear this statement necklace too– not many chances to wear it out and about town but for this occasion it seems perfect.

As I come sashaying into the room, I feel incited with the prospects of the night. I start thinking about how Sara’s pussy may taste and I can’t wait to see my man’s hands all over her body.

I dance over to Sara on the sofa and start grinding on her leg.
“Oh I can feel how wet you are” she says.
“Mmmmmhmmm” I say.

My man leans back on the other side of the sofa to just watch.
My hands take a deliberate time to trace all exposed parts of her skin. I like tracing her new bra and panty set. She starts kissing my arm and then my neck.

“Oh god you’re so soft” she proclaims.

Sara and I, our hands find all parts of our bodies as our lips find each other. We kiss and it feels so good. I definitely feel aroused like my clit crescendos with impatience. I want her now. I want to taste her, I want my fingers to be inside her. I want to fuck her, now.

My man comes up from behind me and starts kissing my back. I turn around and kiss him for a while but then let Sara kiss him too.

“How do you feel?” I ask Sara.

“Ahhh mazing” she says and continues to kiss my boyfriend. I’m sure she’s enjoying his soft lips and strong hands explore her body. I like watching as I’m playing with her hair, running my fingers through her dark locks.

After making out a bit my man suggests let’s go upstairs to the bedroom.

“How do you like to be touched?” he asks Sara. She looks at both of us and takes a deep breath before she responds.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ahiztn/lingerie_fashion_show_fmf