Saturday night escapades 2

Jess got to my place at about 8:00 p.m. the following Saturday. We hadn’t talked since she left my apartment the week before save for a quick phone call I got from her Thursday night to figure out what time was good for her to show up. As I opened the door to my apartment, Jess held up two bottles of red wine and announced, “I come bearing gifts!”

I laughed as I leaned in and kissed Jess on the cheek, saying, “It’s nice to see you again!”

“You too, Lisa!” She then added, while looking down at my hips, “I see you had the same idea I did!”

I then looked down at her hips and noticed that she, like I, was wearing a skirt. It was a nice little white skirt, going down to a little over mid-thigh, complimented by a body-hugging blue tank top that showed more than a hint of her cleavage line at the top (which led me to wonder what kind of bra she was wearing as her tits were sticking straight out without sag but there were no visible bra lines) and white inch and a half heels. Basically, she looked hot!

I can’t say I looked as good as her. I had a short jean skirt on that covered my panties with minimal room to spare and a semi-tight T-shirt on (and no shoes since I was going to stay in my own apartment. I laughed as I realized we had both worn skirts for easier access, and responded, “What can I say? Great minds think alike!”

Jess laughed and agreed. I backed away from the door, allowing her to come in. She went to the living room and put the two bottles on the coffee table along with her purse, then announced she had to pee. I was in the kitchen looking for my wine glasses (which I knew I had, but don’t use often, so it took me a minute to find them) and responded, “I’ll let you do that alone for now!” In response, I heard Jess laugh as she walked towards the bathroom.

By the time she came out, I was sitting on one end of the couch waiting for her, having found the wine glasses and placed them on the table with the bottles, along with a corkscrew. Jess took a seat at the other end of the small couch and began unstrapping her shoes and putting them aside. I grabbed the corkscrew and one of the bottles of wine and attempted to open it. I don’t know why I decided to try to open the bottle of wine, as I have proved myself incompetent at doing so in the past, sometimes unable to do it, once or twice actually breaking the cork in half leaving half buried in the neck of the bottle (I can’t explain how mad I was when that happened). It didn’t take long for Jess to realize I was doing something wrong, and she grabbed the bottle and corkscrew from me laughing. She then explained how to do it properly, opening the bottle of wine, and handing the corkscrew back to me afterwards and telling me to open the other. I told her we should probably save that until we finish the first, but she just said that I could drink from one bottle, and she would take the other. I conceded, and opened the bottle following oral directions from Jess, which actually worked quite well. After that was done, we both poured a glass of wine for ourselves. Jess finished first, and took a position sitting against the arm of the couch, putting her legs up on the couch, but bent and down in front of her so that I couldn’t see up her skirt. After I finished pouring my glass, I took up a similar position on the opposite side of the couch facing her.

We then went on talking for awhile, discussing work, movies, guys we’d consider getting with, and other such things, refilling our drinks as necessary. After a little more than an hour, Jess had twisted around to refill her drink on the coffee table, as she had done many times before. But this time she was less careful in putting her legs back up on the couch, and I briefly saw her white panties. As she took her normal position, I said, “You might want to be more careful flashing those panties around!” I followed the statement with a light laugh and a sip of wine.

Jess immediately responded, “You’re one to talk! I’ve been staring at your black ass all night!”

I nearly choked in response, as I tried not to spit out the wine in my mouth. After recovering and swallowing, I just screamed, “What!?”

“You and your short little skirt that you clearly don’t know how to operate! Your panty-covered ass has been staring me in the face all night!”

I looked down and noticed the back of my jean skirt didn’t fold around my ass like Jess’s longer skirt did, thus exposing my ass to her, which was covered in black panties. I muttered, “Oh my god!” I don’t know how I hadn’t realized it! I swear I’m normally good at covering up while wearing skirts. Somehow I had just forgot how short my skirt was. While I obviously don’t care if she saw up my skirt (she’s seen a whole lot more before!), it still bothered me that I had done it unintentionally.

When I looked up to Jess again, she had one leg out along the back of the couch with the other leg bent up and spread a bit, completely exposing her panties. As I saw this, I again exclaimed, though much louder this time, “Oh my god!”

Jess looked somewhat confused and responded, “I thought that since we were now openly showing off, I might as well get comfortable. Not like you haven’t seen more than that before!”

“That’s not it,” I muttered. Then, regaining some composure and looking up at her I smirked and said, “Excited much?”

Catching on to my meaning immediately, Jess flipped up her skirt, and looked down at her panties to see a very large, very dark, very obvious wet spot that, because her panties were white, made her slit and puffy lips completely visible through the panties. I heard her stutter out, “I knew I was wet, but I didn’t think I was that bad.” And then, looking up at me, Jess exclaimed, “Well, what do you expect with me having to stare at your hot ass for the past hour?!?”

I felt my body flush as she pointed out that I had made her that wet. Trying to remain calm, I responded, “That’s still ridiculous! I could go swimming down there!” I paused for a second, then added, “Would you like me to help you out with that?”

Jess, not missing a beat, shot back, “No! You make fun of me for getting wet! Well, the pool’s closed now! Let’s see how you look after having to stare at my panties for awhile!”

I was somewhat disappointed in this response, as seeing her transparent panties had made me rather hot and I was eager to get the night started. But instead, we both just returned to our drinking (our bottles were about two-thirds empty by now) and talking, though now with our panties completely exposed to the other, Jess in the position already described, me with my feet next to each other but my knees spread.

After another half hour or so, we both finished our bottles of wine. While more than a bit tipsy, I wasn’t really drunk, and not nearly as bad as I was the week before. As Jess put her wine glass down after finishing the last of hers, I obnoxiously asked, “Should I take care of your problem now?”

Jess turned her head, smirked and replied, “In case you didn’t notice, I’m not the only one with a problem anymore!”

I looked down and saw a small wet spot on the front of my panties, barely visible on the black panties. I knew I had been getting hot since I first saw Jess’s see-through undies though, so this didn’t really surprise me. Even at this point though, I wasn’t as bad as Jess when I first saw her, let alone now. Jess’s panties now were soaked through and transparent from a little over the top of her slit to as far down between her legs as I could see, and there was even a tiny stain on the couch from her juices soaking through. Also, from all her movement, Jess’s panties had ridden up a bit between her pussy lips, giving her a ridiculous camel toe ever. She must have been able to feel it, and thus be able to fix it, but just wanted to show it off to me so left it alone. As such, I shot back, “Maybe not, but it looks like you’re the more desperate one between us!”

Jess apparently did not like being called desperate, and she pulled back one of her legs and kicked one of mine. It was not a joking kick, and I let out a small “ouch” but it wasn’t full force so it didn’t really hurt badly. That didn’t mean, though, that I was just going to take it! So I returned the favor, and kicked her back. Jess clearly didn’t think I was going to retaliate, and was not happy with it, so she kicked back again. Soon we were both laying against the arms of the couch continuously kicking at the other, in what I can only imagine would look like the most ridiculous game of footsie that ever occurred between two 27 year old women. Soon we were both laughing, but neither was giving an inch either way. Part of the reason we were laughing was because every time Jess kicked, we could both hear the squishing of her soaked panties between her legs.

I really have no idea how long this went on for. It could have been five minutes, could have been fifteen. Either way, we were acting like immature kids and thoroughly enjoying it! It had no signs of ending at any point, and what eventually ended it was a bit awkward. Jess had just knocked aside one of my kicks with her leg, which put me off balance. With her other leg, she went to kick at me, while sliding down to get a good kick in (remember, she’s six inches shorter than me, so I had a bit of an advantage this whole time). As she kicked at me, I pulled the leg she knocked aside up, which moved my whole body, which had the effect of changing the target of Jess’s kick from my thigh to my crotch. I saw this and immediately pulled my two legs together and squeezed, catching Jess’s leg and stopping it with her foot about four inches away from really, really hurting me.

“Whoa,” I exclaimed, still laughing at the inanity of the whole situation, “Watch what you’re doing with that thing! You almost shoved your foot up my cunt!”

We both started laughing harder at that last comment, though I continued to hold her leg tight between mine. Through bursts of laughter, Jess asked, “Do you think it would fit?”

Now we laughed even harder! Catching my breath at one point, I looked down at Jess’s foot between my legs. Jess, being a lot smaller than me, has much smaller feet than me, wearing a five usually, as I found out later (though the shoes she had worn that night were a five and a half). They really were tiny feet, but that heel didn’t look like it would fit in me, so in all honesty I finally responded, “It’d be close, but I don’t think so!”

Jess, who had also caught her breath and calmed down, quickly replied, “Wanna try?”

I had assumed this had all been a joke up until that point. Obviously we planned on getting sexual at some point during the evening, but I didn’t think it was going to be with her feet. I looked down at her foot again and thought it didn’t look disgusting, it was all smooth skin, it was just like a misshapen hand. It really was small, and there was a chance it might fit, though it would be really tight. I looked up at Jess and asked in response, “Do you really want to?”

Jess just responded, “Only if you want to,” and smiled at me. The smile did it, I was in. I smiled back at her and relaxed my legs for the first time since squeezing her foot together. Jess pulled her leg back as I raised my hips, grabbed my panties, and pulled them down and off. Once off, I thought it was necessary to throw them at Jess. They hit her in the face and fell onto her chest (which may as well have been a shelf in the position she was in, god I wish I had tits like that!). Jess grabbed my panties off her chest, turned the crotch side towards her, and licked the damp spot a bit overdramatically, followed by an “mmmmmm” sound. I laughed as she did this and began getting into a good position for what was to come.

I should add I have no foot fetish, and to the best of my knowledge neither does Jess, but obviously neither one of us are completely disgusted by them. If her feet looked disgusting, as some do, I wouldn’t have done it. This was just experimenting with something neither one of us had done before.

I slid down a bit on the couch, pulled my skirt up over my hips, placed one leg over the back of the couch, and the other I placed foot down on the coffee table, knee up in the air. I was spread wide open in the most make-shift gyno-position I could get myself into. Once in this position, I looked at Jess and gave her a nod showing I was ready, then moved my line of sight down towards her foot. While looking at her foot, I noticed Jess’s panties for the first time since before the “game” of footsie. Apparently during that game, they had gotten pulled up really bad on one side, and that side was actually in her slit, completely exposing one bright, puffy pussy lip while the other was covered by the transparent soaked panties. It looked pretty funny, albeit uncomfortable, though Jess was apparently not going to do anything about it. I quickly let that image fall out of my mind as I watched Jess move her foot up to my cunt.

As Jess’s foot got to my cunt, she first brought it up to my clit and tickled it with her toes. While I was clearly already wet, this only got me more so.