The Dress Gets Around

Helen was riding Grant. Hard. He was rock solid inside her with a hand on either breast, massaging vigorously. She leaned over him, arms braced on the bed pumping away. Grant had bent a little at the waist, giving her a kind of saddle to work from. It also allowed him to thrust upwards while she ground against him. (Clitoral stimulation was a biggy for her). Once or twice, he tongued a nipple as it went by.

Grant knew things were headed for the finish when Helen sat up. Not only did he now have an unobstructed view of her breasts in motion but also the lace edged garter belt and stockings. Helen had committed the cardinal error of putting the sheer string panties on first but it was easily remediated; she'd simply pushed the crotch to one side.

Helen whimpered, eyes squeezed shut and raised her arms above her head, hands resting on her head. This threw her chest into sharp relief giving Grant yet another titillating visual. She let out a deep moan and fell forward toward him, again holding herself up with her arms. He felt himself being squeezed rhythmically and came, grunting as he did so.

Helen and Grant exchanged light kisses and he held her against his chest. She looked over to where the dress lay on the floor. Helen had gotten her money's worth out of it for sure.

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Helen's company's annual party was coming up. It was her first year working for them and she was excited by the prospect of going. Formal-ish parties had never been her thing but she'd resolved to embrace something new. This entailed finding a dress though so she scoured the area looking for something that worked for her. The one she bought was not her style; it had a certain risqué appeal though, pushed her personal envelope. Helen wondered what her two female coworkers would think of it and her. They were extremely conscious of their looks and how they dressed; they were used to being the center of attention wherever they went.

Grant was extremely surprised by her choice but heartily approved. It was black and came to just above the knee but what set it apart was the plunging neckline. While it had a sheer overlay it revealed a lot more chest, a lot more skin, than Helen normally displayed. There was no way she could wear a bra under it. The dress was an envelope pusher for sure. What kept it in bounds for her was that her thoroughly average, somewhat wideset breasts remained comfortably hidden. The dress's appeal lay in what it both showed and concealed, hinted at.

If Helen had wanted to make an impression she succeeded mightily. The dress drew a great deal of attention. As to her two coworkers, they were scandalized, muttering words like "hooker" under their, still audible, breath. Helen had scored a hit and was pleased with herself, basking in their disapproval. There wasn't a person in the world who didn't think Grant and Helen were going to go home and have sweaty hot sex.

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Many months later Helen's friend Liz came over and was talking about a formal event her boyfriend Rex was taking her to. Unfortunately, Liz didn't have a dress to wear. Helen trotted out the black number, offering to lend it to her friend. Liz had a good few inches on her and a larger frame so she had some doubts the dress would work out. She was also reticent because she and Rex were in their 40s and she thought it too young but allowed herself to be convinced to try it on. One fitting later Liz was sold. She looked gorgeous in the dress, it fit perfectly and she knew she looked good in it.

A few days later Liz appeared at the door. She silently returned the dress to Helen, a smile on her lips. The sex had been thoroughly standard missionary sex but it had been good thoroughly standard missionary sex. Helen accepted the dress, smiling back, a knowing look on her silent face.

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Sharon was a neighbor and a contemporary of both Grant and Helen. Put simply she had a Past, one she was firmly trying to put behind her. Her boyfriend Michael was from a conservative background and Sharon hoped he would help her to settle down and into a long term relationship for once.

Liz immediately came to Helen's mind when Sharon mentioned that she was looking for a dress for a party. While she intended on reigning in her life, Sharon also wanted to look good for Michael knowing he'd get a kick out of being seen with a gorgeous woman. (Ego wasn't involved, she was a knockout). There was a complication though; Sharon's 36C chest. Neither Helen nor Liz was particularly well endowed, certainly not in Sharon's league. Nonetheless, Helen had her friend try it on. They were both amazed that the dress covered her braless breasts enough to be stylish and not blatantly obvious.

*****

Sexually, Michael and Sharon had found a middle ground. He had kicked it up a few notches and she had dialed it down a few; they'd found a sweet spot. It went out the window the night of the party; both of them brought their A game.

The two of them slammed through the front door, shoved it closed and locked on to each other immediately. Michael was well and truly hard, (walking to the front door had been a challenge), because Sharon had been playing with him all the way home. The unfinished blowjob, after they'd parked, hadn't made it any easier.

He was focused on her oh so lovely breasts as she freed him from his pants. Looking back, they both laughed, Sharon had problems getting his pants and underwear off because they kept getting snagged on his erection. When it came to be Michael's turn, he took the hem of her dress and pulled it upward. She'd elected not to wear underwear to the party, a fact he discovered on the way home when he ran his free hand up her thigh. Needless to say, she was more than ready for him.

Michael took one of Sharon's legs, hooking it over his hip. She let out a sharp inward breath as he entered her. He thrust vigorously in measured strokes, the force inching her back to the wall behind her. When they weren't gasping for breath, they kissed passionately.

While there was nothing wrong with the position they were in, Michael figured he'd try something new. Insuring her arms were well around his neck, he ran his hand down the other thigh stopping near her knee. Sharon caught the signal, held on tight, and then helped him wrap that leg around his waist as well. He backed her up the last few inches, pinning her to the wall. His thrust became more insistent, faster. If either had cared to they could have heard the wet slap as they impacted each other. Given all the buildup, Sharon and Michael could hardly be blamed for coming simultaneously in less than a minute.

Before they could separate, Michael shuffled the two of them, still joined, pants hampering his steps, in the direction of the dining room table.

*****

Three days later Sharon returned the dress, covered in a dry cleaning bag, to Helen. Wordlessly she handed it over, a smile on her lips. Equally wordlessly, Helen took it, again giving a friend a knowing smile. To save time she hung it in the front closet. You never knew who might need it next.

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Author's Note: This story was inspired by real world events but is in the main a work of fiction. The dress in question did indeed exist and was lent out to a number of women of all shapes and sizes. Everyone was pleased with how it flattered its wearers so well. Whether or not sex was had by any of the couples is still unknown. (Mostly).