Lingerie Loving Lesbians

About 3 years ago I had an experience that changed my life. I only regret that it did not happen when I was much younger. I was then a 68 year old woman and had been a widow for 12 years. During this time I had no real relationships and certainly no sexual ones. My name is Victoria. As I live by myself one could imagine that this would be lonely and unsatisfying but I gain enough satisfaction from my work and family who visit me about once a month. I work as a tourist guide in the city. This involves about 20 hours a week of tours around the city, depending on the season and about 1 day in the office getting things organised. I guess there are about 30 people working in the office. Obviously as I am in the public eye appearance is important. I feel I have aged fairly well and I take pride in the way I dress and present myself to the public. Well, I am probably being to honest here, even I know that for my age I am a bit of a stunner.

Having worked for this particular agency for 5 years I felt it was time to invite some of the people around for an evening. Well over half of the employees are women of various ages. I invited everybody to my house but as expected it was obviously going to be a girls night, in fact none of the guys ended up coming.

As I said I pride myself on my presentation and I thought this night was to be no exception. Before showering I selected my clothes. I have an extensive and varied wardrobe most of which no longer sees the light of day. For this evening I chose a cream pleated skirt finishing just below the knee and a tan coloured full sleeve silk shirt. For my underwear I randomly selected a light pink satin brief with embroidered lace on the front and sides. The 34D bra was of a matching pattern. Not that it makes any difference to most people but it has always been important to me to have matching bra and panties. The pantyhose I chose were dark brown but not opaque with a slight sparkle in the material. For shoes, a pair of 2 inch pumps. This would take my overall height to about 5'6". Although I had huge amounts of lingerie including plenty of shaping girdles and brassieres, my figure was naturally curvy not to need them.

This was certainly not a full blown party, what do you expect from a 68 year old. Basically drinks and nibbles after work on a Friday. Without going in to too much detail about 15 of the girls turned up and drank merrily for a few hours, mostly gossiping. I had not had any work that day so I had time to tidy the house and prepare the drinks and food.

They all turned up around 7pm and left around 9pm. I purposely did not drink too much as I was after all the host. Having farewelled the last guest, or so I thought I went in to the living room have a glass of Champagne. After a minute or so one of the younger girls from the office appeared in the living room. Emily was the receptionist at the office and was only about 20 years old. Her desk was right opposite mine. We had never talked much but we did get along well. Emily had only been at the office for about 2 months and she always appeared quite shy to me. She was a tall girl, almost 6 foot in her heels. That night she was wearing a pink short sleeved shirt and a black fitted mini skirt finishing just above the knee. She was wearing sheer black hose with a seam at the back and a pair of 4 inch velvet heels with small pink flowers on the front. Looking at her I realised she was rather beautiful, quite thin with a delicate face and straight blond hair down to her shoulders. She obviously took pride in her appearance as I did. She said she had been in the bathroom and she asked if she could share a glass of champagne with me.

"Certainly dear."

She poured herself a glass and sat down next to me and crossed her legs. We chatted for about 15 minutes before the topic of clothes came up.

"I am amazed at how your present yourself while doing all those tours around the city. You must get hot and tired," she said.

"It can get a bit uncomfortable in summer but appearance is important," I replied.

"Do you wear stockings and a garter or pantyhose?"

"I wear pantyhose, I own plenty of stockings and garter belts but pantyhose are easier."

"No........how do you do all that walking in pantyhose? I would have thought you would always wear stockings with a garter."

"Well you get used to it I suppose."

I had never really thought about it much but during the summer months I guess stockings and a garter would be more comfortable.

"I much prefer stockings and a garter or at least some stay-ups. Would you like to join me for another glass of Champagne?" she said.

"Thank you Emily I will."

With that she got up from the couch and filled both our glasses. She handed me my glass but she remained standing.

"I guess it is not usual for a girl of only 20 to wear stockings and garters these days."

"Well I used to when I was your age but there no pantyhose back then."

She then put her glass on the coffee table and stood up straight.

"I have found this great brand of lingerie that make really comfortable stuff. Here I'll show you."

With that Emily smiled at me and lifted up her dress to above her waist.

To this day I am still surprised at my reaction. Immediately my heart started to race and I felt light headed. Sitting there comfortably, looking at this young beauty showing me her lingerie was almost intoxicating. A part of me felt it was wrong but a much bigger part of me was deeply intrigued. I had not seen a young woman in her underwear for many, many years and even when I had it had certainly left no lasting impression. Holding up her sheer black stockings was a satin black garter belt with 3 straps attached to each stocking. Over the top of this was a pair of plain pink satin panties that sparkled under the light. Emily then did a 180 degree turn to show me from behind. She then bent over slightly and protrude her small bottom. At this stage I was not sure of how long this was taking, she was obviously waiting for me to comment. I was beginning to feel flushed. She turned to face me still holding up her dress.

"Much more comfortable than pantyhose and actually not a lot more expensive," she said.

"Yes, and probably quite practical on a hot day," I stammered.

Then she pulled the hem of her dress up to her chin and held it to her chest by facing her head down. With both hands she adjusted her panties slightly by lifting them from the waist band. With that I felt a sudden surge of hot blood flowing through my entire body. I was already deeply intrigued but by adjusting her panties upwards I could clearly see the parting between her lips. This sight had awoken something inside me.

Emily let her dress down and wiggled it over her bottom to just above her knees and said "you should try them some time."

"I will."

"I'll give you the details of the lingerie company I buy my stuff from."

She then smiled at me very shyly and came to sit down next to me. I think she had sensed my physical reaction but she probably had no idea just how strong it was. This time she sat a little closer and crossed her legs.

She leaned back and put her arm across the back of the couch but not touching me.

"Cheers," she proposed as she held up her glass.

We clinked our glasses.

"But I should say they are very nice pantyhose you're wearing. It's hard to find dark coloured pantyhose with a sparkle like that."

She took a sip of her Champagne and then put the glass on the table. She leaned forward and turned to face me slightly. She put her hand just above my knee and looked at me in the eyes.

"May I?"

I did not know what she meant.

Having seen the look of slight misunderstanding on my face she placed her hand on my knee and started to gently caress.

"Oh, yes, ok if you like."

I felt another surge of hot blood throughout my body but including my pussy this time.

"Very fine texture and that is hard to find in a deep colour like this one," Emily commented.

Without thinking I gently put my hand on her thigh just above her knee but I did not caress it. I felt like I was blushing deeply.

"I think you look and dress fabulously for a woman of your age, I admire that Victoria."

I turned to her and smiled, "thank you."

We looked in to each others eyes. I had still not quite resigned myself to the fact that we were about to be intimate. What happened next eliminated any resistance on my part.

Emily leaned in to me and softly kissed me on the corner of the mouth and at the same time she slowly slid her hand up the inside of my skirt to my mid-thigh. Her lips stayed close waiting for me to reciprocate.

I turned and gently kissed her on her lips. Only briefly did our lips make contact and upon separating they stuck together momentarily. Her thin lips had a light film of lip gloss. It was then that I first noticed her perfume.

By now my pussy was throbbing at the anticipation of attention. I remember asking myself if it would go that far or if it would remain just some light petting.

Emily in turn opened her lips slightly and kissed me. I returned her gesture with a parting of the lips and a slight protrusion my tongue. Within a few seconds we were kissing slowly but passionately enjoying the sensation of our tongues touching.

During this time I had started to caress her thigh and run my fingers up and down one of her front garter straps. Our kissing intensified for a few seconds and then I pulled away.

"Well this is a new experience for me," I said.

"It's ok, it's not my first time. I think you are gorgeous and I didn't realise I had feelings for you until tonight. I hope you don't mind?"

"No, I'm just a little nervous."

"That's fine, just let me know if you want me to stop. I should tell you something though."

"What," I said wondering if this was all going to end before it had properly started.

"I have a fetish for lingerie and in particular nylons and stockings."

"Well that's fine be my, I guess that explains you behaviour before."

Without saying any more Emily started to undo my shirt. Before it was fully open she was kissing my neck and just above my breasts. I laid my head back and closed my eyes to enjoy the moment. After a minute or so I leaned forward to unhook my bra. I leaned back again to allow Emily full access to my breasts. With her tongue she gently teased one nipple after another then took them fully in to her mouth sucking them in slow pulsating manner. She rose to kiss me gently on my mouth and pulled back slightly to ask

"May I?"

"Yes," was the only word I could muster.

Emily then went down between my legs with her knees on the floor. I lifted my bum slightly so I could lift my pleated skirt above my waist. Emily started at my knees kissing her way up each leg while she placed her hands on my outer thighs. I slid forward to allow her a more frontal view of my pussy. With my pantyhose and panties pulled tight to my pussy she protruded her lips and kissed me on my inner thighs and pussy through my under garments. After a few seconds I motioned to take off my pantyhose but Emily placed her hands on mine stopping me from doing so. She was running her tongue up and down the gusset of my nylon covered pussy. I could feel my pussy lips parting at her probing. Emily then put both her hands on the nylon gusset started to slowly tear a hole with her nails. Once the hole was large enough she continued lick and kiss my pussy through my panties. My pleasure was mounting and my breathing intensified. Before pulling my panties to one side she took a few moments to tickle and massage me through my now moist panties with her fingers. With my pussy exposed Emily started by kissing my pussy tenderly. She then started to run her tongue up and down my lips then slowly parting them with slow strokes of her tongue. Her tongue reached and circled on my swollen clitoris. Tingling sensations ran throughout my body. I wondered if she appreciated my thin gray strip of hair. Waxing for me was essential, after all if one takes so much pride in ones appearance then it would be a shame to forget the final step. After a magical few minutes of this Emily adjusted herself to start licking my asshole. I was not expecting this and wondered if I was going to call a halt to proceedings. But by this stage I realised she was in control and everything she and done so far had pleasured me intensely. She tickled my asshole for few minutes. This sensation I found to be slightly removed from the direct sexual pleasure of her attending to my pussy but it was nonetheless most enjoyable. Emily returned to my pussy and left no nook or cranny untouched. She inserted her tongue in to my vagina and licked my inner lips. I was aware of my moistness by the sliding of her tongue. I could feel my orgasm growing. Emily moved back to my clitoris and it was now that I was ready to take this to the end. I whimpered regularly at her teasing. Moments later my first orgasm for many years was upon me. I had forgotten the mix of sensations. Throbbing clitoris, tingling vagina and lips, the heat of my pulsing blood and the light-headedness. After a few moments of my panting and groaning Emily raised her head to mine and kissed me with lips and tongue.

"Nice," she said.

All I could do was smile.

"How do you feel about pleasuring me?"

I knew she would ask this given that I had already told her this was the first time for me.

"I can try but no promises."

With that Emily stood and removed her skirt and took off her shirt. Her bra was of the same design as her panties. Once again I was able to witness her pussy mound through her shiny panties. I wanted to touch her there, I was intrigued but also a bit nervous, even scared. Emily sat back down beside me and threw one of her nylon clad legs over my lap. She leaned forward and started to gently kiss me on the lips. I only half reciprocated. I still had the image of her pink pussy in my mind. I reached my hand down to between her thighs and gently rubbed her through her panties. I could feel her pussy react to my touch and her breathing intensified. We kissed a little more passionately. No sooner had I started to massage her pussy when she got up and announced she would be back in a few moments. I assume she needed to go to the bathroom. As she left the room she to knelt down to pick up her handbag. I admired her pink bottom as she walked through the door.

I was still slouched on the couch with my skirt above my waist. I pulled my skirt down but I remained in the same position. I barely had time to take stock of what had just happened when Emily returned wearing only a pair of tan pantyhose pulled up to just below her breasts. Her breasts were on the small side, probably only a B but they were perfectly shaped. The taught pantyhose had no reinforced gusset, this meant the seam was forcing a distinct part in her pussy. I had a surging desire to kiss her between her legs. She sauntered towards me with a big smile on her face and knelt on the couch straddling me. She craned down to kiss me.

"I need to kiss your pussy". For the first time I had forced the issue.

Emily then braced her knees against the back of the couch so her nylon pussy was directly in my face. I will never forget the smell. Musty but perfumed and lingering, an odour that seemed to penetrate deep in to the body. My heart raced. I started by kissing her inner thighs then moving to her pussy. I had never felt another pussy before and the combination of firm but malleable flesh was addictive. I started licking her when she started to pant and quietly moan. Her hips started to rock slightly in to my face. I could sense her pleasure was rising quickly. With my nails I tore a hole in her pantyhose. She was completely bald, giving me a close up of her inner and outer lips. By now her lips were well separated and I hesitated and wondered what to do next. Obviously I tried to mimic what she had done to me, undoubtedly I would put on a far inferior performance. I began by teasing her lips with my tongue further separating her pussy. Suddenly I was confronted with the first pussy juice of my life. Initially it was an acidic sensation but soon changed to a more silky and slightly sweet. All the while her profound aroma was entering me. She was not long from orgasm now. I moved to teasing her clitoris with my tongue. This seemed to increase her hip thrusting. I was squeezing her pantyhose buttocks with my hand, fingers and nails. Before long Emily had her hands against the wall and was panting in pleasure. In response I was flicking my tongue over her clitoris as quickly as I could. She let out a cross between a groan and squeal. I kept licking until her hip action subsided. When she was still I placed my entire mouth on her pussy and kissed it as if I were kissing her mouth.

Emily removed herself from her straddling position and sat down beside me. Still panting she was running her hands through her hair and then rubbing her thighs. Finally she collapsed in to my bosom with one arm around my shoulders and the other on my thigh.

Shower:

"Can I stay the night?"

I had not thought about this. Of course she could, I just thought it might be awkward.

"Of course," I replied.

"Would you like a shower?"

"Yeah, but you go first."

"Ok, I'll show you my room and ensuite."

Emily followed me to my room.

"On the right is the ensuite. Make yourself at home."

I walked in to the bathroom. Finally I had a chance to take stock of what had happened tonight. I hopped in the shower and started thinking. Why would a shy, good looking 20 year old girl want to make love to a 68 year old woman? I could not answer my own question but I have to admit I didn't really try. I got out of the shower and put on my brown silk robe. As I started to dry my hair I started to wonder what would happen now. Would we have sex again? Did I want to? Would Emily dress up to satisfy her fetish and should I put on lingerie? I finished drying my hair and put on a little make-up. I walked in to the bedroom. Emily had taken a dark purple mini gown form my wardrobe and put it on. I had not worn it in years. It was silk with faux fur on the sleeve ends and the hem line. When I did last wear it, it came down to just above my knee which meant on her it was more mid-thigh.

"Your turn," I said as she walked passed me smiling on her way the bathroom.

Once she had closed the door to the bathroom I realised immediately about her intentions for the rest of the evening. My walk in wardrobe doors were open and my lingerie drawers were open and had been rummaged through. She had obviously selected a few items that pleased her. Therefore I had no choice.

I tired to think quickly what I would wear and what lingerie I had in my drawers. Of course it was not all for her benefit. I enjoyed lingerie too but only very rarely I would slip in to a teddy and some stockings. I decided on a white corset with attached suspender straps, a pair of white opaque stockings with lace tops and a white silk g-string. To make myself decent for at least a few seconds I put my brown silk robe back on. I dimmed the lights.

A while later Emily came out of the bathroom. The first thing I notice was her hair, she had tied it up in a bun.

"Would you like to see what I found in your drawers?"

"Of course."

She put her hands on her hips so as to lift the mini robe so I could see. I obviously did not notice her take a bundle of lingerie in the bathroom but she obviously had given what she was wearing some thought. She was wearing a pink body suit with suspenders and a purple g-string over the top. The g-string split her ass beautifully. The stockings were also pink. But what was most astonishing wash that she had her heels on with a pair of pantyhose over the top of everything. She truly was indulging her fetish. My chest started pounding when I saw this young girl wearing my own lingerie in such an indulgent manner. Such colour and pantyhose over heels!!! I must admit my initial reaction to the pantyhose was one of bemusement but the appeal quickly grew on me. She tied up her mini gown and sat next to me on the bed where I was sitting up.