Three Days Before Christmas

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It’s three days before Christmas, and I am shopping for that special something. I’m Lucy, twenty-nine years old, tall, slim and blonde with 34D boobs. I’m a legal secretary and I’m married to Dan. He is two years older than I am, ex-army, he has a rock-hard body and works for the government. Officially he’s a security adviser, which in his case means flying off to far-flung corners of the earth at very short notice, where he “problem solves” and more than that he won’t tell me. I do know he wears one of those sexy little earpieces like on the telly. Anyway, the first thing the day before Christmas he has a morning flight to catch and so our celebration is being moved forward by one day. I want a sexy little outfit for him to remember me by. So here I am in a high-end lingerie store near my office choosing a silk teddy in black with matching thong, both so sheer they will reveal more than they hide. Now all I need are some stockings from the next aisle. Lace, I wanted sheer lace topped thigh highs. Stepping back to scan the shelves I bump into the person behind me, turning to apologise, I realise it’s my neighbour from across the close. Jill moved in several months back, she’s married to a surgeon and works in insurance, this I found out when I met her at a bbq at our neighbour’s place. She recognises me and blushes real deep red from the neck up. Jill is stunning, tall and busty but with a runner’s body, and glorious strawberry blond hair. I’ve never been attracted to a woman before, but that blush and those freckles across her nose, mmm… she is making me feel horny and tingly. Trying to ease her evident embarrassment, I showed her my teddy and explain my errand, she stops trying to hide her purchase behind her back and let me see her choices. A Basque, in deep red satin that’s just made for her colouring, with demi cups and the tiniest matching string thong. “Busted,” she mutters, still looking like a naughty school girl. “I also need stockings,” she exclaims with a giggle. “I’ve just passed the red shades,” Çukurambar escort bayan I smile and indicate the end shelf. “Look I’ve got to dash, it’s my lunch hour, why don’t you come around for drinks Christmas eve, Dan will be away but bring Chas and I’ll fix some nibbles,” I burst out unexpectedly. “That is so nice of you. Sure, as long as Chas agrees we will be there. I will let you know if we can’t make it,” she says smiling at me. Our early Christmas day is amazing, just Dan and I, spending quality time together. We exchange Christmas presents; a diamond pendant on a chain from him which he delights in placing between my full breasts, while I give him a Breitling watch engraved with sentiments of my love. He loves my outfit and delights with the way the pendant looks as it sways between my full breasts, the lights dancing off it as I rock in ecstasy above him… and then he’s gone, duffel in one hand, mobile in the other, off to the airport, sporting his new Breitling watch. Our Christmas is over, just as most people are starting theirs so I tidy up the house. Not a huge task, a quick dust around and remember to retrieve my panties from atop the Christmas tree. Then I prepare some mince pies, and savoury snacks for Jill and Chas, it will be nice to spend the evening with someone. It’s odd, seven thirty and no sign of them, I know we agreed seven but a few minutes longer will do no harm. I look across the road and I can see Jill’s Range Rover, but no sign of Chas’s Jag. Eight o’clock something is clearly wrong I think, so taking the bull by the horns, I cross to Jill’s house and ring the bell. No answer but I’m sure I see the curtain move.I ring again, a long continuous ring. This time Jill opens the door, she is wearing sweat pants and a tee and is flushed and red eyed “What’s up, Jill?” I ask. “Nothing,” she replies, her voice shaking with emotion, her breathing ragged. “Well nothing new anyway,” she sobs. Stepping into her house, I close the door, and ask Escort demetevler again. “It’s Chas, he’s gone, no, not left me,” she says, seeing my look, “gone to work, a medical emergency.” “Oh, I’m sorry Hun,” I feel a need to hug her and comfort her, “I guess it goes with his job,” I continue. Jill turns her face to mine, her green eyes ablaze with anger, “Like fuck it does, he’s screwing his theatre nurse,” she all but shouts at me. “The only medical emergency is an outbreak of wet pussy.” I place my hands on her upper arms,”Are you sure?” She nods, “Oh yes, I’m sure, the clues have been there for a while now, medical conferences and sudden late surgeries, guess I was trying to kid myself. Well, he can fuck right off! After Christmas, I’m seeing a solicitor and starting afresh.” “Ok, if you’re serious, make sure you speak to me, we have some great divorce lawyers in my office. Now grab your coat, its drinks at my place remember.” It’s noticeably colder as we cross back to my house, overhead the sky is dark with stars shining like miniature diamonds. I quickly usher Jill inside and head to the fireplace to add extra logs, they crackle and hiss as the flames lick around them. “Have a seat, Jill, while I fix us some drinks.” Soon we sit in matched armchairs on either side of the roaring log fire, large glasses of a peppery Bordeaux and a tray of savouries on the stool between us. “Thanks for this Lucy, I really need some company tonight, and this is glorious, such a warm comfortable home. I love real fires.” Jill is finally looking relaxed and calm, “You’re most welcome,” I reply stretching out my legs and wriggling my toes to the heat of the fire. “So, how was yesterday, did you have a good time with Dan,” she asks grinning at me, “Yes, we had a great time.” I’m conscious of her failing marriage but I can’t keep the joy out of my voice as I think back 24 hours, picturing myself kneeling in that very armchair as Dan filled me from behind. “And the outfit, I bet he loved dikmen escort the outfit,” she giggles. “Oh, he did, he really did”, I reply, and then I follow her gaze, caught on the picture rail to the side of the fireplace is a black silk stocking, my turn to blush, then giggle as I hear myself saying, “It lead to some great sex, well worth the money I spent.” “My outfit never made it out of the bag. Chas was packing his overnight as I got home with it. All that money and it’s wasted,” Jill sighed and helped herself to more wine. Looking at Jill stretched out in my armchair, her full breasts clearly outlined against her tee, I struggle to ignore my racing pulse and whisper, “why not fetch it now?” Jill turns those amazing green eyes on me, “Sorry Lucy, say that again.” “Your outfit,” I choke out, “Why not fetch your outfit and wear it here, we can have a girls only Christmas,” I can feel my heart pound. I can feel myself colouring up as I look at her “Ok, she says, on one condition, you wear yours too, presuming you can find all of it,” she laughs and points at my errant stocking. “Deal,” I say, and I can feel my pussy swelling with lust. Thirty minutes later Jill is back showered and groomed with her outfit, an overnight bag and several bottles of champagne, the really good stuff from Chas’s private collection she gleefully explains, as she pours two generous glasses. Then it’s off to my bedroom room to change. I’m shaking as I change, I can’t believe I’m doing this, but here I am slipping into sexy lingerie to spend the evening with a woman. I know I want this, I slip a finger between my swollen lips and it’s immediately coated with juices from my excitement. I lick my finger clean, tasting my sweetness. I add fresh stockings and a thong and head downstairs. Returning to the fireplace, I’m shaken by the beauty before me, Jill’s Basque fits her like a glove. Transparent panels reveal her tight figure, the deep red satin compliments her smooth milky skin. Her full breasts nestle in their demi cups, large pink nipples barely contained. I know she is tall but her legs encased in glossy red net stockings seem never ending, spike heels add to the effect. “Wow,” I choke out, “you look fantastic.” Jill curtsies and those full milky globes bob in their satin nests. “Cherry truffle?” She asks offering the box Laughing I accept.

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