Work In Progress: "Gift Certificate"

An excerpt from "Gift Certificate," a story for Mudak's November Contest at mcforum.net

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Wow, I’m sexy, she thought, biting her lower lip as she unzipped her black vest. When she shrugged it off her breasts jiggled under her black turtleneck. She watched them bounce and realized that she shouldn’t wear vests that hid the swell of her breasts. She should definitely wear clothing that accented them; they were lovely, feminine.

Evey cupped her breasts and pushed them together just the slightest bit. The feeling was delightful, eliciting a small gasp.

What’s gotten into me? she wondered. She did not considered herself much of a clothes-horse, shopping for clothing never turned her on.

She heard a gasp from the other side of the divider. She imagined Judy looking at herself in the same way. The music changed to something new, a little wilder, and Evey looked at the dress she’d brought into the changing room.

It wasn’t a spaghetti strap but it didn’t have sleeves, either. It sort of reminded her of the iconic dress Marilyn Monroe wore in “The Seven Year Itch,” only the top didn’t tie behind the neck but descended in a steep vee, both in front and in back, into a tight waist. The skirt flared out from there, a mass of bright fabric, the whole thing printed in a cacophony of swirling and overlapping paisleys. It was something she imagined might have been fashionable in the early 60’s.

It wasn’t until there was a pause between songs that Evey realized she’d just been standing there, topless and slack-mouthed, looking at the fabric of the dress. It was gorgeous. It made her feel sexy. She took off her black Uggs and stripped off her leggings, taking a moment to draw her fingers over her mons. When she finally tried on the dress she felt her clit spark. She adjusted her breasts in the folds of the fabric before daring to look at herself. She groaned at the sight of herself in that wonderful dress, feeling like an offering in a shroud of sex.

Evelyn couldn’t help it. She sat on the little cushioned stool and spread her legs wide, drawing up the fabric along the lengths of her thighs, shifting her hips and curving her spine so she could see her undies in the mirror.

Oh, she thought, those old things have to go. I need a garter belt and stockings. The turqoise pumps and matching purse I saw in--

Her hands seemed to have removed her black cotton panties all on their own. They were traveling all over the insides of her thighs, making her shiver with their light touch. Finally her thoughts caught up to what her hands were doing and she watched, fascinated, as her fingers teased one set of swollen lips apart, then the next, then sank into her wet pussy. She gave a little grunting moan and heard Judy moan at nearly the same moment.

“Judy?” she whispered.

“Yeah?” Judy whispered back.

“What’s going on?”

“I don’t know, but it’s making me very happy.”

Evey thought about the wisdom of her friend’s words and decided to enjoy finger-fucking herself. It was a pleasure on top of pleasure to watch herself masturbate in that fantastic oufit.

There is no way in Hell I’m leaving without buying this dress, she thought.