1st chapter of my new satin story Sisters in Satin

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Sisters in satin


Through the gap of the curtains, out of sight of her husband’s waving glances, their neighbours - still holidaying, completing her window privacy, the fingernails of one hand tickled over one of her satin sheathed swelling nipples. As she started to sway slightly from the effect of the onslaught of her nails, she made little involuntary huffs of pleasure with each tickling pass, her satin wrap whispering over her delicious satin nightie. She returned her husband’s farewell waves her feeling of complete naughtiness compounded by the knowledge that he knew nothing of what she was doing, half hidden behind the bedroom curtains, as he drove away, the cars lights harsh in the early, still darkness of the winter morning.

No. It wasn't just what she was doing to herself now; it was also what she was going to do that made her spasm in anticipation.

She releases her hold on the curtain and the fingers of her other hand quickly joined the tickling attention to her other breast, allowing herself a loud 'hmm' as she had the house to herself for the next ten minutes. With the slippery contact of her nails over the smooth layers of her satin nightie and matching wrap nearing a frantic tickling, Janet looks at the radio clock and her excitement notches up a level as the 06:30 on the clock display reinforces the fact that, possibly, someone else will be doing this to her shortly. A small 'oh' escapes from between her slightly parted lips as effect of her satin tickling, combined with the memory of the phone conversation she had had yesterday, starts to take hold of her.

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"Hello? Yes. I'm replying to an advert you ran a few weeks ago in the local paper. Women's Clothing?”

The woman’s cultured voice sounded as if she might be quite a bit older than Janet's 28 years. Janet had placed the ad as she really didn't want to just dump the victims of her wardrobe clear-out. She had been disappointed with the lack of response at the time and had now all but forgotten about the listing. The woman’s enquiry had come as a bit of a jolt. Taking the call sitting in her favourite soft and comfy armchair she tries to remember what she had listed in the paper.

Recovering herself a little, in her friendliest voice Janet says

"Oh! Well. Yes. Gosh. Hello. Well, it was a little while ago now. What was it that you were looking for? I have pretty much everything that was listed in the ad as no one has called up until now, of course."

There was the slightest of pauses before the woman's voice came down the receiver again.

"Well, I'm hoping you may have anything in satin; a skirt or a blouse or even perhaps a satin slip or two in your collection."

Janet couldn't remember everything she'd included in the ad, but for this enquiry she didn't need to know - she'd never have sold any of her precious satin. She was vaguely aware that her breathing had quickened a little. Talking about satin always had that effect on her and the woman’s voice; it was so- so.

Then it hit her.

She realised with a stab of shock - she was reacting to it's soft sound. Even though the woman sounded softly spoken, there was a hint of firmness and Janet was becoming excited listening to it; wanted to hear it again.

Shock was replaced by a rush of fear. All her life Janet had held a longing, something she had never admitted to anyone. Deep inside - for as long as she could remember, the sight of women in satin, especially older women, had excited her. It must be, she supposed, knowing what the fabric did to her; how much the feel and sight of its glossiness turned her on, imagining what it might be doing to women she saw wearing it too. Wondering if they enjoyed touching and caressing themselves through the glistening fabric or whether they too imagined or wanted another woman in satin to touch them through their slippery blouse or skirt or – and she shivered a little at the vision in her mind’s eye – their fine satin nightie.

As the fear of the realisation that fate might have presented her with a kindred spirit took hold, she panicked and was about to say that, sorry, no, she didn't have anything when the woman’s voice sounded again.

"I really shouldn't. I've so much already. But I- , um, well; it's the really glossy polyester satins I have a particular fondness for. I love the feel of it's smooth silkiness. There's just something about the way it slips against your-"

The woman’s voice abruptly stopped. Janet's free hand began unconsciously to rub up and down her torso over the satin of her blouse. She hadn't planned on going out that morning and so had not bothered with a bra, opting instead for a fine satin slip that she knew the satin of this blouse slid really nicely over. Her heart started to speed as the two layers sliding under her caressing, gliding palm began to make her feel that familiar glow.

"I-I'm sorry. I don't know why I told you that. It was silly of m-. It's just- you - you sounded so ni-. Look, I'm sorry to have disturbed your afternoon"

Janet's feeling of trepidation suddenly turned to outright panic. She was going to go! The woman was going to hang up.

No!

The terror that she possibly might be talking with a woman, a really nice voiced woman, who would like to see her - feel her, in satin, was now replaced by the awful possibility that the opportunity would now be lost forever. Interrupting the woman’s, flow Her next hurried words were spoken, before she had thought about what she was doing.

"I-I know just what you mean. It has that effect on me too."

The conversation stalled. In the pause, both women heard the easily discernable, quickened breathing of the other, the sensitive pickups of their respective phones amplifying even the tiniest sound.

After what seemed to be an eternity the woman spoke again, but with deliberate slowness. She seemed to Janet to be choosing her words with care. Her initially confident voice sounding hesitantly nervous

"I'm terrible when it comes to satin. I-I have absolutely no self control. If I'm out shopping in town, I'm awful. I trawl through all the charity shops to see if there’s any really unusually s-silky slippery satin items. I can stand there, in a complete world of my own, as I rub the material between my thumb and fingers. But sometimes- sometimes I make a really exciting find."

Janet's slipping hand rubbed her satin layers faster, her shallow breathing now clearly audible.

The woman’s voice dropped to almost a conspiratorial whisper. Janet could hear the nervous uncertainty, still, in her voice, unsure, Janet guessed, as to whether she should go on.

"Only the other day I f-found the most beautifully silkily smooth Dior nightie. I knew it was going to feel lovely to wear the moment I saw it. But it wasn't until I- it wasn't until I reached out and touched it that I knew what I'd found. When I rubbed the satin folds into one another, it was as if I was slipping- slipping - well," she paused before finishing the sentence, "slipping natural lubricant between my finger and thumb. D-do you- I know what I mean?"

Janet knew that the woman had just taken a terrible risk. That last, desperate question, sought her affirmation that Janet did know what she meant. She also knew that this was the moment when she should end the conversation - now! She knew that she was becoming excited by this talk of satin and what it did to them when they touched it and when it touched them. But the woman wasn't just talking about the feel of satin; she was talking about satin being like a slippery, excited pussy. Oh, but she sounded so nice, so lovely and so- so- Yes! That was it. Strong. She sounded strong. Janet felt instinctively that the woman behind the voice could take care of everything.

A sudden vision, a picture of this faceless older woman standing in front of her in her shiny Dior satin nightie, Janet's hands gliding over the woman's satin sheathed breasts as the woman’s hands found her own glossily enclosed mounds crept into her mind. But instead of the conversation ending she knew she should use, she found herself saying

"It sounds just like the s-satin slip I'm wearing under my glossy satin blouse at the moment. Th-they are so slippery over each other. They're so lovely to wear. I find my fingers slipping the satin of the blouse into the satin of the slip all the time. I just don't seem to be able to stop myself."

Then, knowing this wasn't something she should admit to anyone, she added quietly,

"and- and once, when my husband was at work, I wore the blouse turned inside out over the slip all day at home. They felt so slithery under my fingertips and I was nearly..."

A gasped "oh!" came down the receiver pressed to Janet's ear. Janet found she was shaking so much with the revelation, that the sentence remained unfinished. But it was clear that they both knew the other understood what the nearly was.

The woman didn't speak after her huffed exclamation and Janet didn't know what to do. She could still hear her fast breathing over the phone and thought her admission had shocked her. In a slightly higher voice she asked

"A Dior nightie? I-I am, I mean I would be worried, I'd always thought people didn't give nice things away to charity shops unless they had been damaged."

"Oh no!," The woman immediately responded in a slightly breathy voice, "I find so many marvelous things in fantastic condition. The Dior's like new."

She paused, and then said.

"I know you'd be impressed by it. I'm really proud of the find. Would you like to see it? I see your phone number's the same area as mine so we must be fairly near to one another. I'd love to see if you think it's as nice as I think it is."

Janet's caressing hand saw her fingers slide quickly to one of her hugely swollen nipples, her fingers and thumb pinching the slippery satin of her blouse into the satin of her slip, the satin lubricant making the painfully sensitive bud slip from between the pincher movement causing Janet to let out a small cry involuntarily.

The caller made a shrewd guess as to what had caused the cry she had just heard and, encouraged, pressed on.

"If you would like to meet, I'd be happy to bring over lots of my satin finds. Or, if it would be more convenient, you might visit me. We're the same dress size, I see from your advert, so I bet some of my pieces would look and fee- well, look really- really sexy on you. What do you think?"

Janet's breathing was, by now, nearing panting levels, her finger and thumb pinching her swollen bud over and over between the slipping satin layers.

Janet’s voice became very small. "Oh, that sounds like a- hm! like a lovely idea. Yes, I’d like that very much. We could have a satin fashion show, just the two of us. My husband leaves for work very early, about six-thirty, so any time after that, really, would be wonderful. I live at twenty-one Chester Close. I'm right at the end, last house. Our neighbours are still away for the Christmas break so it's very private at the moment. Oh, my name's Janet."

The caller’s voice took on a subtly assertive edge. "Janet. Mine's Trish. Janet, I tend to rise early anyway so, darling, would it be ok, I mean would you mind if I came quite early? Say quarter to seven or a little after. I'm only three streets away from you in Doncaster Avenue so it'll only take a moment to drive over."

Through her cascading libido, Janet tingled at the sudden change in her callers voice, feeling as if she were being softly commanded to obey her elder satin sister and knew she couldn’t say no. Darling! She called me darling. Never had the word had such a profound effect on her before. She squeezed at her by now tingling nipples as she answered.

"No, Trish. That's sounds wonderful", she paused then, speaking in an even smaller voice said "but I'll still be dressed in my long cream satin nightie. Will you mind? Will that be ok?"

Janet thought she would orgasm on the spot when she heard Trish's little gasp down the phone.

"Oh darling! Mind? Oh I can't wait until tomorrow now. See you at six-forty five."

As the lined clicked and the dial tone started up Janet realised she was shaking uncontrollably.

She rattled the receiver back onto its hook and then hugged her arms about herself rocking back and forth, legs drawn up, in the armchair.

"What have you done? What have you done?"

Despite her wondering incredulity, she found, as she wiped her palms up and down her satin sleeved upper arms as she rocked, that she was acutely aware of her nipples being rubbed by her silky forearms, their distended swelling protuberance flicking under the wiping motion. She didn't hesitate. She flung open her clasped knees, pulled up the hem of her skirt and pushed both hands to the satin slip beneath, pressing the smooth fabric into the silky material of her full satin panties.

Her fingers instantly found the hard nub of her large clitoris and began a swift, rhythmic caress of the two satin layers and within seconds was screaming with a flooding release, she jamming one arm between her knees so that, although she desperately wanted to squeeze her legs together, her arm prevented them from closing, her fingers still a tickling satin frenzy over her pumping vagina, her hips bucking, her face contorted in ecstasy as she cried her bliss to the heavens in screams pushed out of her with each spasm.

Then her orgasming throbs began to recede, slowing, weakening in their intensity. Her hand, still now, kept a gentle pressure against the satin covered button as she stared, through half lidded eyes, into a new and frightening but terrifyingly exciting tomorrow, her eyelids raising slightly with each weak throb.

"Oh God. What have I done? What have I started?"

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Her husband that evening was a little puzzled by her distracted air but put it down to the aftershocks of Christmas. Giving Janet’s cheek a good night peck, he said that he was heading off to bed now and that he'd use the spare room so as not to disturb her as he had such an early start in the morning.

Janet showered and changed into her long cream freshly ironed satin nightie and climbed into bed but not before she retrieved the fine satin slip she had worn that day.

Once in bed, she turned the slip inside out and wriggled down under the duvet pushing the bodice of the slip beneath her bottom inside her nightie then pulling the hem of the slip up between her parted legs. She then spread the garment, pulling at the two seams to ensure it was completely smooth, and stretched it up over her body, gently pushing the slips two layers between her legs so it covered her throbbing lips with their slick frictionless slitheriness, being careful to push it into the creases either side in just the right way so that there was a large fold of layered satin that she could slide and slip in between. Then, satisfied, she pulled the hem of her softly slippery nightie down, taking care not to disturb the arrangement of the slip underneath.

Turning off the bedside lamp, the room became flooded with pale blue moonlight where she has pulled back the curtains. Janet throws off the duvet knowing she's safe from discovery as her husband falls asleep very quickly and that once asleep nothing can rouse him. Her glossy nightie gleams from the stark light of the moon. Looking at the sight, her breathing begins to quicken as, lying straight, she slowly slides her feet apart. Keeping her movements as slow as she can, she brings both hands to the top of her thighs and carefully pushes the skirt of her satin nightie down between her legs, over the top of the doubled over slip.

"Hmm!"

The contact with the satins grips her immediately and her hands continue to roam now between the insides of her stretched legs, using just her fingertips to lightly, so lightly, caress the satin of her nightie into her skin. Up and then back down she trails her fingertips over her lovely glossy satin, each sweep a sweet agony of self deprivation as she doesn't allow her touch to travel to where she most wants to feel it.

"Ooh!"

Her drawn out trembling sigh only serves to heighten her excitement as she traces up over her quivering stomach up to her protruding nipples where her fingers circle round and round their base just brushing the sides of the tingling tips. Her hips start to gyrate in small movements as the sex of caressing digs deeper into her need. She can feel the satin slip sliding and pulling over the swelling lips of her vagina and instantly grips both rigid nipples between her fingers and thumbs.

"Argh! Oh oh ooh!"

Her hips wriggle down into the mattress and she squirms her bottom into the slick, glossy layers of the slip pushed under her cheeks, feeling her skin glide against its slippery layers and she can feel the slip sliding too against the silky underside of her cream nightie.

Nipples throbbing from her pinching the satin bodice into them, she twists her head to the side, eyes closed in surrender to the desperate need to feel her fingers between her legs. With her last vestige of failing self control, she lets her hands drop away from their attention of her aching nipples the fingers rubbing slightly more firmly in small circles as they travel back down her satin encased body excruciatingly slowly, the extra pressure allowing her to encourage the satin slips glossy layers to slip over each other as her fingers descend. She can feel her vagina pulsing, throbbing with sex, feels the liquid seeping between her lips to be soaked up by the slips satin rubbing her there.

"Oh Trish. Please. Yes there, just there. Oh kiss me, don't stop, please kiss me over and over as you touch me there, touch my soaking satin pussy"

At last she feels her circling fingertips reach her mound above her there and pauses for one exquisite moment longer before her fingers slide over and down the satin to feel the wetness proper for the first time as her fingers slide the slips layers one over the other into her engorged clitoris and labia.

“Aaargh! Ooooh, Trish Trish Trish! Yes, oh yes, darling. Pleeeeeease”

Her fingers now seem to be charged with a life of their own as they wriggle and tickle over her spasming pussy, one hands fingers flicking the slip around and around the hard nub of her budding clitoris the other pushing between the sodden lips of her swollen pussy.

Desperately, she pulls at her nightie, tugging it up up, raising her hips to help her hands clear the hem up over them. On lowering her hips again she peddles her feet up towards her and parts her knees wide so her pussy is stretched open under the now sodden doubled layer of satin of her slip. Immediately her hands return to their original tasks, and she gasps even louder now as the feeling of the outline of her clitoris and pussy lips are more clearly defined with the layers of satin now reduced, the slips layers somehow feeling even more slippery now that the nightie is out of the way.

She can feel the nighties slippery glossy surface sliding against itself under her arms as she masturbates herself mercilessly which only heightens her cascading sex state.

With the fingers of her left hand she starts to push carefully at the slips satin, easing it between her saturated lips whilst still maintaining her frantic rubbing of her clitoris. More and more of the slip is pushed inside, her slimy flesh making the process easier. Once her fingers can reach no further inside, she begins to pump one layer of shiny, wet satin against the other, flashing her satin covered fingers in and out in and out, faster and faster, whipping the cream of her pulsing cavern into a lather of sex.

Then her orgasm starts.

Bucking violently as she surrenders completely, the orgasm explodes through her. Janet is only vaguely aware that she is squeaking through tightly pressed mouth, knowing if she gave vent to the urge, that she would scream and scream and wake even her soundly sleeping husband. She can feel her satin sheathed pushing fingers becoming more and more coated with her liquid joy, as her Cuming mechanism pumps and spurts her orgasms fluid, the silky wet tunnel of satin becoming flooded as her probing fingers press more and more cum through the material . She continues sliding the satins rubbing frantically at her impossibly sensitive clitoris through the slips frictionless fabric.

She can't help herself and has to open her mouth to gulp in a huge lungful of oxygen, her spasms wracking her as she pants her sex to the moonlight. Then, when she thinks she's about to pass out with pleasure, the almost painful shockwaves begin to weaken and her sodden fingers slacken in their slick sliding and, finally, they come to a stop.

Janet squirms languidly, her legs slowly curling up and around her hand, her fingers still inserted inside her liquid cave, the other hands fingers still now, but occasionally making a tiny movement, just to feel the satins, her clitoris too sensitive by far to suffer any greater friction.

In her fetal position, her swirling mind sees Trish, the shine of the Dior satin gleaming along her curves. Her satin filled pussy contracts with the vision and she thinks now of sleep in readiness for her early morning visitor. Slowly, and with sharply hummed oh's, Janet carefully slips the saturated satin from her still spasming, wet cave, gathering the slippery garment into a roll and pushing it under her husband's pillow. She turns on her side and with her hands still smoothing into her lovely satin nightie, she slides into a deep sleep.

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06:34.

In the bedrooms large en-suite, shrugging off her wrap onto the velvet stool, Janet washes herself, shivering with excitement as her hands smooth over her still horribly sensitive lips. She wants to be completely fresh everywhere for Trish. Drying herself thoroughly she dispenses with talc and, scooping up her liquid satin wrap, skips quickly back to her bedrooms walk-in wardrobe. Opening a small drawer and selecting a plain, cream satin suspender belt, she fixes it in place. Choosing black silk stockings she unrolls the gossamer over each leg, clipping and adjusting them so that they pull with the tiniest of movements under her softly slippery nightie. As she walks she feels the satin whispering over her long sheathed legs. In a fit of daring, she straps on a pair of shiny red heels. Twirling before a floor to ceiling mirror, her excitement reaches near terror level. Then, quite heady now in her feverish heightened sexual state, she trips across in her sexy heels to another drawer and, finding what she’s looking for, quickly pulls on a beautiful pair of full satin panties, her hands smoothing her fabulous nighties satin into the panties smooth fabric.

“Oh! Oh God! Oh that’s so lovely” she can feel her pussy already pushing its liquid production between her swelling lips.

Suddenly Janet is aware of a car crunching slowly on their long gravel drive, coming to a halt and the engine dying. Her heart starts to pound uncomfortably in her chest. Pulling on the wrap she hurries from the bedroom after quickly pulling the bedclothes straight and practically dancing down the curved staircase, her heels clattering across the darkened entrance hall floor to the solid front door where she suddenly halts in a panic and, looking frantically about her, illogically, tries to see a way out, an escape. A car door clunks gently closed and Janet, still frozen in white hot terror, her gaze locked now to the door in front of her, hears the footsteps crunching over the gravel then the clip clip clip of steps being climbed and jumps in shock at the carefully restrained thump of the large brass knocker.

Janet’s already pounding heart now races. She stands in indecision, both hands pressed, fingers spread, across the tops of her thighs. But then, even in the midst of her quaking mind numbing fear, the slipping of her nighties satin over her glossy panties satin under her stiff fingers penetrates her catatonic state. She lets her right hand relax to slide over to feel more the panties under her nightie and, with deliberate slowness, pushes the nightie between her legs, lightly slipping the silky underside of her shift over the moist wide satin gusset of her slippery panties. The effect is immediate and overwhelming. Slowly drawing her fingers upwards, her mouth parted and eyebrows raised as the tickling slickness of the satins reaches deep within her, she lets the hand continue up and away to grip the lock of the door, whilst her other hand flicks two switches to illuminate the outside coach lamps and twists the lock and then opens the heavy oak door to her visitor.

Her visitor, carrying a small suitcase, just seems transfixed at the sight of Janet in her full length satin nightie, black stockings and red heels which are all plainly visible under her carelessly shrugged on shiny wrap, flapping widely open, revealing her every curve.

Trish, mouth open, just stares, agog. Then, gathering herself with a soft cloud of breath on the early winters morning frosted air breathes quietly, “Oh, my dear. I dreamt of you all last night. I dreamt you would be beautiful but I had no idea. No idea. You- you are beautiful! Simply beautiful!”

As Janet’s shoulders slumped, Trish’s gaze was drawn to the liquid movement of her breasts, her eyes mesmerized by the badly swollen tips sliding languidly under the thin satin of her nightgown. Already engorged by her cascading libido, Trish is sure she can actually see them growing as she looks, the tinglingly sensitive nipples being caressed to even greater size and hardness by the harsh breath of the frigid air allowed entry to the hall by the open door.

Janet, touched beyond words, could only look beseechingly at her tall admirer who pulled her gaze up from her hypnotic tips and smiled lovingly into her eyes as she stepped inside. Janet closes the door behind her.

In the dark of the entrance hall, Trish places her case at her feet and, unbuckling her Gabardine's belt, pulls apart her Mack’s edges. The coach lamps light finding its way to the halls ceiling through the narrow side windows and the small paneled lite above the door throw enough illumination to see by. Janet's gaze is drawn from Trish's eyes down to what was revealed by her hands holding open the Mack.

Janet starts to shake.

"I wasn't quite sure what to wear to begin with but I hoped you'd like this."

Even in the subdued light of the darkened hall, Janet's eyes are startled by the light reflecting off the satin of the near transparent 1940's cami-knickers. The dark brown of Trish's nipples clearly visible as they, like Janet's, protruded rudely against the fine, glistening satin. Trish's large and beautifully shaped breasts ripple with a poetry Janet had thought could only exist in one's imagination as Trish sways in a slow twisting movement to show off as much of her sheath like cami-knickers as possible, her hands still holding the macks edges wide apart, a smile playing on her deeply red lipsticked mouth as she watched the effect her dance was having on her younger satin soul mate.

Janet wasn't coping very well. She hadn't been able to say a word to Trish so far and her shaking had started the moment Trish had opened her Mack to reveal her devastatingly sexy figure sheathed in what Janet initially thought was some kind of a teddy, made from a very shiny organza, judging from it being near enough see through. But once she took in a little more of its shape and style she realized it was both old, probably Second World War time, and made from the thinnest, shiniest satin she had ever seen.

As her frightened, excited gaze edged down from Trish's gorgeous tits with their stiff nipples, she watched as the gossamer like satin rippled over the swell of her tummy as Trish continued to slowly twist from side to side. Janet was dimly aware that Trish must be doing this on purpose to make the satin of her cami-knickers ripple and shine to make sure she had Janet's undivided attention; it was working. Janet gasped a little when her gaze reached down to see matching suspenders under the cami-knickers, the light passing through the cami's satin reflecting off the deep sussies equally glossy fabric as they pulled on the fully fashioned seamed flesh coloured nylon stockings. If all this wasn't enough, Janet suddenly became aware of the triangle of down showing through the satin where it was pulling between Trish's legs and she felt her knees going weak, she having to make a conscious effort to steady herself.

"These cami-knickers always make me feel so special, especially when I move like this. If I adjust the shoulder straps carefully the satin pulls back and forth as I dance and keeps tickling m- tickling me just down there. Sometimes I dance for hours until I can't sto- hmm!"

Trish closed her eyes, had to stop talking, as the pleasure of the satin moment overcame her ability to describe the feelings. Janet was still staring at the way the satin of Trish’s suspenders shone under the translucent cami-knickers and watched as the glistening panel of the slippery looking material of her camiknickers kept sliding back and forth underneath her, the sight of it intensly erotic. Trish opened her eyes and smiled at Janet.

“Come here, my little girl. I want you to feel what these are like over one another. I was so lucky to find both the cami-knickers and suspenders as a set. They are incredible over each other.”

As she spoke, she held a hand out to Janet.

As though she were in a fantastic dream, Janet stepped towards Trish raising her hand to meet Trish's. Just as she moved she felt herself spasm and a swathe of slipperiness being pushed between her lips, her natural lubricant making her labia slide without friction with her movement. The pulse seemed to consume her and her knees started to buckle with pleasure. Trish quickly caught both her hands in hers and before Janet knew what had happened she found herself pressed against Trish as Trish's hands guided her own around her mid drift inside her Mack and places them at the top of her satined cheeks.

"Oh! O-oh my. O-"

Janet's whispered shock of the contact between their two satin sheathed forms is cut off as Trish's hands swiftly fly around Janet's middle, careful to slip inside her gorgeous wrap. Quickly trapping them both together, she presses her hands - one gently into her back between her shoulder blades and the other slipping down over her nighties silky surface to her perfectly smooth satin pantied bottom. Almost within one fluid movement Trish has her, pulling Janet against her undulating body, she pushes home her advantage as Janet's small whimper of surprise betrays her weakened state and Trish kisses her parted lips.

Janet is taken completely off her guard, everything had happened so quickly that she just couldn't string a coherent thought together to say stop, I'm married, I'm not gay, I don't really want you to touch me there...oh there, yes. Just there... The shock of Trish's kiss hits her. As Trish's lips find hers, Trish's tongue snakes delicately between them to lightly flick and slide playfully with her young satin girls. The shockwaves keep sweeping through Janet, her fingers grip Trish's softly yielding cheeks through the incredibly slippery, thin satin when she feels Trish's tongue push between her lips.

Everything blurs. Her head starts to swim. Her fingertips grip Trish's bottom over and over, squeezing the slippery satin lubricant of her camiknickers into the ample satin band of the suspenders as she responds to the kiss. Then, as Trish sweeps her body again in one of her twisting passes against her surrendering girl, their straining nipples catch together. The whispered swish of their respective satin lingerie unmistakable to her ears, as the caress of the two sets of sensitive tips seems to take place in slow motion, Janet starts to cum.

At first Trish doesn't realise what's happening, she certainly didn't expect her to be so near the edge so early on in their meeting, but as Janet begins to moan rhythmically into their kiss and her knees begin to buckle under the onslaught of her cascading orgasm, Trish suddenly understands and strengthens her hold on her spasming girl, supporting her and pulling her back up to continue in their kiss. It was perfect, she will now for ever associate our kisses with orgasmic release, thought Trish to herself as she makes sure their bodies have maximum contact, satin to satin, gently sliding a nyloned leg between Janet's, forcing the satin of her nightie over Trish's thigh and applying pressure to the small of her back to encourage Janet's throbbing pantied covered pussy to slide back and forth on her leg, the silky satin layers just letting her pussy glide as it pulses in ecstasy.

At first Trish did not seem to realise what's happening, she certainly didn't expect her to be so near the edge so early on in their meeting, but as Janet begins to moan and whimper rhythmically as they kissed and as the kissing intensified so Janet’s knees begin to buckle and she became limp as her convulsion indicated her orgasm was intensifying Trish immediately realized the situation – here Janet was suddenly utterly submissive, she increases her hold of the girls trembling body and pulls her close to intensify the kissing now with a wild passion!

Janet is now in full orgasm crying and moaning begging to be released from her torment. Perfect, thought Trish now Janet will always associate our kisses with her orgasmic release, as she makes sure their two bodies had maximum contact, satin to satin!

Now Trish increase the sexual pressure on Janet as she lay in her arms weak and helpless, she gently slid her silky smooth nylon clad leg between Janet's legs and force both her leg and folds of satin nightie between Janet’s leg pushing them wider apart, forcing the satin of her nightie over Trish's thighs! Then she applied pressure to the small of her back to encourage Janet's throbbing panty covered pussy to slide back and forth on her leg, the silky satin layers just letting her pussy lip glide as it increasingly pulsed in total ecstasy. Then just to increase the sexual pleasure so evident now in both Janet’s cries and her facial expression, Trish ran her finger slowly along the satin covering Janet’ pussy apply increasing pressure as she felt wet lips open in response!

Janet now in frantic bliss as her pussy is massaged by Trish's finger working the satin sheathed pussy and at rhe same time her satin clad leg gently rubs Janet’s thigh, Meanwhile as Janet wriggles and writhes in sexual pleasure so Trish deep kisses her –all of which send Janet exploding cum to heights she never imagined as she squirmed in Trish's firm embrace their respective satins perfectly slick against each other in their writhing dance of liquid shiny sex.

Trish lets her upper hand slip lazily to one of Janet's breasts and lightly cups and caresses the smooth softly slipping satin orb, letting her nipple bump silkily under her fingers. Maintaining the passionate kiss, keeping Janet trapped by her own lust, Trish wants to scream with satisfaction as Janet's desperate whimpering rises in pitch at the additional assault to her sex weakened body, takes her beyond anything she has ever known before.

Desperate, Janet begs – implores Trish to release her – Trish smiles and with determination slips her hand between Janet’s legs and in a thrice Janet’s panties are drawn to the side and Trish has two finger quickly parting the wet lips, a nudge, then a thrust, Janet squeals, but now she is impaled on Trish’s hand and can only scream and beg as Trish relentlessly now fucks her as only a woman can another woman! Trish she Janet eyes wide as she gazes up at Trish and know now she has Janet in complete submission , from now on hers to fuck whenever she desire for Janet is now drugged by desire and will only crave for more female sex!

She smiles as she looks at the pretty girl in her arms, her body adored in liquid satin bunched around her waist, her shapely long legs leading to her cunt – it still convulsing as orgasms continue to shake her body, as if in the belief male sperm were shooting into the inner most depths. Trish gently lets her finger finish the job and bring Janet slowly back to reality!



Janet is in near frantic bliss as her pussy is massaged by Trish's slick satin sheathed thigh, the heat of their kiss pushing her exploding cum to heights she never imagined as she squirms in Trish's firm embrace their respective satins perfectly slick against each other in their writhing dance of liquid shiny sex. Trish lets her upper hand slip lazily to one of Janet's breasts and lightly cups and caresses the smooth softly slipping satin orb, letting her nipple bump silkily under her fingers. Maintaining the passionate kiss, keeping Janet trapped by her own lust, Trish wants to scream with satisfaction as Janet's desperate hm'ing rises in pitch at the additional assault to her sex weakened body, takes her beyond anything she has ever known before.

Janet starts to lose control over her passion and returns Trish's kisses with a ferocity that later would leave her trembling with its intensity, her legs gripping Trish's, pushing down harder so to increase the pressure of the sliding contact against her orgasming pussy. Trish is momentarily caught off guard as Janet's passion ignites like a bush fire exploding into life after an eternally hot, dry summer. But she recovers without pause and firms her hands pressure in the small of Janet's back to speed up her thrusting leg movements against her pumping vagina, the slickness of the satins overcoming the grip of Janet's thighs letting Trish massage Janet skillfully as her other hand grips and twists her nipples through her delicious nightie to Janet's squeaked muffled moans into their frenzied kiss.

Trish prepares to ease her assault, knowing how long she herself would expect her orgasms, explosive though they were, to last. But Janet's kiss matches Trish's in ferocity, her hands gripping the satins slipperily over and over, as her body continues to be wracked by powerful spasms, her legs clamping around Trish's to keep up the lovely sliding over her impossibly sensitive pussy. Trish opens her eyes to see Janet's still tightly closed, lost to the twin joy of her first gay kiss and her seemingly unending orgasm. Trish marvels at her new satin girls staying power and renews her attentions to the bullet like nipples through the lovely nightie.

Janet starts to panic. Never in her life had anything ever felt like this. She couldn't stop cuming. She just wanted to feel her pussy pulsing like this for ever but knew something was wrong. She should have started to ease up by now.

"Hmm! Hmm!", her excitement pitches up again as she responds to Trish's harsh treatment of her burstingly sensitive nipples. Another wave of electric tingles hits her pussy as she finds her whole being responding to the stimuli of Trish's carefully orchestrated seduction. It was as if she was aware of every individual sensation at the same time. As if she felt the liquid pushing between her pumped and swollen lips whilst feeling her nipples exploding with raw pleasure under Trish's twisting fingertips and the tongue sliding and flicking with hers wetly, the satin sheathed thigh rubbing back and forth feeling her large clit pulsing and tingling under the rubbing motion as her body is sliding against the satin of Trish's camiknickers.

It's too much. Janet passes out, collapsing into Trish's arms. Trish was almost ready for something like this to happen. No one can cum so continually like that and not pay in some way. Even in her unconscious state Trish can still feel Janet's body spasming in her climax. Trish untangles her leg from between Janet's and manages to pick her up in her arms whilst, with a little careful balancing, manages to retrieve her case and, looking up to the upper landing to get her bearings, climbs the stairs without too much difficulty as Janet hardly weighs a thing.



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I would like to dedicate this chapter to satinlovinfem who seems to share a common love with me of our favourite fabric.

I hope to write more of this tale in the near future.

Love
cdinsatin

[newsunrise4u]

As a straight male who regularly enjoys the whole body caress of satin and other slippery smooth fabrics, I am grateful for your masterpiece!

[classygloves]

Wow so very hot yours always Sylvia Bernard

[Raylene]

O golly be I'm soo excited laying here in a black satin FarrWest slip with another laying over feeling them glide together I must retread your lovely silky story. Raylene

[pinksatin]

I really enjoyed your story. Thanks for posting it.

[davinacd]

Wow. That got me going! More of this story please!

[szewei85]

haha interesting story you got there