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Subject: Dottie and the Neighbor Boy, Chapter 20 (F/m)
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Please give me your feedback, good or bad, on Dottie and the Neighbor boy.
I would like to hear your real F/m experiences for possible adaptation to
future stories. -furfool@whoever.com
Chapter 20
The next morning, Mary decided to bake some muffins. She went to the
cupboard to pull out the cooking spray, and realized she didn't have enough
to coat the pan thoroughly. She walked over to Dottie's, to see if she
could borrow some. Dottie opened the door wearing her revealing sweats.
Mary stared momentarily at Dottie's prominent breasts and lush patch of
pubic hair. "Wow, Dottie, that's an unusual outfit."
"Yes, it's my favorite thing to wear around the house. It keeps me warm,
but allows me instant access to my goodies if I want to play with myself.
As you know by now, I like to do that a lot."
"Right. You seem to have come up with the perfect outfit for a sex maniac
like yourself."
"Yup. I volunteered to make a similar pair of shorts for Andy so his
frequent erections wouldn't be restricted, but he thought you would kill him
if you found them."
"At this point, I don't think it matters anymore. We're much more relaxed
about being naked in front of each other now."
"Good. Why don't you and I go shopping this morning? I'd love to make you
a similar set."
"Gee, Dottie, I don't know."
"Oh come on, it'll be fun! Just think how your husband will go crazy when
he comes back from his trip and sees you in something like this."
"It would be fun to see his reaction."
"Great! I'll drive us to the mall when your baking is finished."
"Sounds good. You're not going to wear that, are you?"
Dottie just laughed.
Later that morning, Dottie drove to an athletic supply store that she knew
had a good selection of sweats. She and Mary found a set in a color that
Mary liked.
"Get them in a size or two smaller than usual. You want the top to be tight
across the chest so your tits won't slip back inside through the cutouts.
The pants should fit tightly in the butt and crotch, since they'll loosen up
when I cut away the material for your pussy and ass."
Mary put on the outfit, and came out of the dressing room to see if Dottie
approved.
"That looks great! Let me check for tightness." Dottie reached behind Mary
and put her hands on Mary's back. She pulled her hands toward Mary's sides
to see if any looseness appeared. Dottie made sure she felt the sides of
Mary's breasts in the process. A young and rather butch-looking sales girl
approached.
"May I help you find something?" she asked cheerfully.
"We're looking for a tight fitting pair of sweats," said Dottie. "I'm going
to alter them at home, so I want them to fit more tightly than usual. Turn
around Mary, so I can check the front." Dottie placed her hands under
Mary's tits, and then lifted up the breasts and gave them a circular massage
as the surprised sales girl watched eagerly.
"Dottie, please!"
"It's OK, Mary, she's one of our sister's," Dottie responded.
"Oh, you're gay, too?" asked the girl with a big grin.
"Yes, we've lived together for over five years now." Dottie pinched Mary's
ass to let her know she was teasing. "Isn't that right, Sweetheart?"
"Dottie, You're incorrigible!"
"And proud of it! Do me a favor," Dottie said to the sales girl, "and check
to see if you think these pants fit tight enough around her ass."
"OK," the girl said. She slowly and sensually rubbed her hands all over
Mary's ass, and gave the fleshy cheeks a couple of good, firm squeezes.
"Check the crotch, too. I want them very snug there."
"Sure," said the girl.
"Dottie! What are . . .."
Dottie cut off Mary's question. "It's all right, Mary, we're all members of
the sisterhood. Just relax and trust me. Now," she said to the girl,
"please check the fit in the crotch."
The girl palmed Mary's pussy and gently pushed her hand back between her
thighs, until the tip of her middle finger was over Mary's anus. The girl
pushed up firmly against the puckered hole. She slowly rubbed her hand back
and forth over the plump mound. Then she grabbed Mary's outer lips between
her fingertips and the heel of her hand. She squeezed and released, over
and over.
Finally, Dottie asked, "How do they fit?"
"They fit very well, but if you pull up the waistband more, it will show off
her plump cunt lips better."
"Good idea." Dottie grabbed the waistband and gave Mary more of a wedgie.
"There. Do you think the material is pulled into her vulva and ass crack
sufficiently? Use both hands to check."
Both the girl and Mary were breathing a little faster now. The girl stepped
beside Mary. She grabbed Mary's pussy again and used her fingers of the
other hand to rub up and down the length of Mary's ass cleavage. The girl
was so aroused; she thrust her pelvis into Mary's thigh and rubbed herself
against it. In just moments, she grimaced, shuddered, and then relaxed.
After the girl's mild orgasm, Dottie said, "Thank you for your help. You're
an excellent sales person. Do you like the way these fit?"
"Yes, they feel wonderful!"
"We'll take the outfit. Mary, you can change now, unless you'd like to try
on another pair."
"Um, no. These are fine."
"I'm the one who should thank you," the girl said to Dottie.
Dottie just smiled and said, "I'll help my hot slut change her clothes, and
then you can ring up the sale."
"Excellent."
"And by the way, I may need fashion consultations at home from time to time.
Would you be interested in helping with those?"
"That's a little out of my field, but I'd be glad to try to help you in any
way I can," the girl said as she looked straight into Dottie's eyes.
"That's terrific. Give me a phone number on the sales slip where I can
reach you." Dottie walked away and entered Mary's dressing room. Mary had
removed the sweats and was in her bra and panties.
"Dottie! What were you doing out there? I'm not some cheap, lesbian
whore!"
"Of course not, Dear, I was just trying to expose you to new experiences.
Didn't you like it at all?"
"Not really."
"Then why can I see a wet spot in your panties?'
"Well . . . all that stimulation . . . a girl couldn't help but . . .."
Dottie reached for Mary's crotch. "These are really wet! That girl turned
you on, big time! You need just a little more stimulation for a good cum,
don't you Mary?" Dottie didn't wait for an answer. She pulled the crotch
of Mary's panties aside. She stuck in one, then two fingers. She mashed her
breasts against Mary and pinned her against the wall of the dressing room.
She covered Mary's mouth with hers and probed deeply with her tongue. She
frigged Mary's cunt hard with her fingers and palm. Mary quickly started
cumming with soft moans that were muffled by Dottie's tongue. When Mary's
contractions subsided, Dottie said, "We'll have to go shopping more often.
I enjoyed this!"
"Oh Dottie, You've turned me into a ruined woman," said Mary breathlessly.
"Congratulations! It's about time that hot cunt of yours got some action.
You don't want to wear these soaked panties home, do you?"
"No, probably not."
Dottie helped her out of the panties, and patted Mary's bush. "Put
something over this wild beast, and we'll take it home." Mary dressed, and
the pair went to the sales counter. The girl made the transaction, and
wrote her number on the slip as requested. Dottie held Mary's wet panties
very close to the girl's face so she could smell Mary's sexual scent in
them. "Here. These will give you something to play with on your lunch
break."
"Thanks!" the girl said with a broad grin.
Mary looked at Dottie as if she were crazy, but said nothing.
"Well, I guess we're done here. Let's go home."