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Horseplay 3

Date: 12/29/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: monica3, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

I had a dreadful sense of foreboding as we left home to go to Debra’s for dinner. Vicky had, as usual, chosen what I was to wear. She always liked me in blue and she chose a dress, knee length, that didn’t allow for a bra. The top was low-backed and loose so that if I was careless my boobs were almost but not quite exposed. The skirt was ragged bottomed and full. Stockings, suspenders and transparent silk knickers were all the underwear she had selected. For herself, Vicky had donned a long leather skirt in mid brown with her wonderful chestnut ankle boots. Above that she wore a white silk blouse that was tight enough to reveal she was wearing a bra, a bra that was not thick enough to hide her beautiful nipples completely. ‘Pour us a drink, darling. I feel like a g and t this evening.’ Dutifully I poured two drinks, ensuring to pour the Hendricks gin over ice and cucumber as she liked it. I took it to her as she stood looking out over the garden through the large French windows. It was late spring by then, the evenings getting longer, some cherry blossom visible and blackthorn growing in the hedge. It was impossible to resist the urge to touch her as I handed her the drink so I gently placed my hand on her shoulder. She smiled and her hand went straight into the top of my dress and cupped my tit. She squeezed my nipple, not hard. ‘You do look good in blue.’ ‘You look good in anything.’ Her lovely eyes smiled. ‘Flatterer. Cheers.’ She took a sip of her gin. ‘Debra will be ... strangling a chicken about now I expect. She hates cooking so its possible she’ll have invited one of her “servants” to do the honours.’ ‘Does she have many?’ ‘Simply dozens. She treats them all like shit but she’s such a champion in the sack that they can’t get enough of her. Men, women, they are all the same. She was telling me on the ‘phone that she’d recently discovered that her hairdresser is of the “dyke persuasion,” as she so delicately put it. Reckons she’ll never have to pay to have her hair done again. You looking forward to this evening?’ Her eyes explored mine as she asked. Now, there was the question. I was never sure if she talked about Debra simply to make me nervous. She loved mind fucking me almost as much as the other sort. ‘I always enjoy going out with you.’ A diplomatic answer I thought. Nothing got past Vicky’s quick mind. ‘That wasn’t quite the answer to the question I asked was it?” ‘No, Miss.’ ‘No, it wasn’t the answer, or no, Miss, I’m not looking forward to this evening?’ ‘Both to tell the honest truth.’ She turned and touched my face. ‘You’ll be fine. I’ve told you before.’ She kissed me then, firmly. ‘Come on, whimp. Let’s get to Deb’s before the chicken is ruined and see what happens.’ Vicky has the countrywoman’s scorn for drink driving laws. When you live deep in the country the chances of the Police stopping you are almost nil. So we got into the Landrover, her weapon of choice for drunk driving, and we bumped and banged our way out of the ...