The Sexy Sci-Fi Dress

My best friend Angie is a bit of a perv. She was artistic and talented at university, and a little bit boy crazy. She was a very sexual person even from when I first knew her as a college junior. When we lived in a college dorm room together, she loved to break the rules by bringing boys home overnight. I would often lie quietly in bed while Angie made breathy love to some jock or other. It turned me on furiously to know she was having sex in the next bed, so I would inevitably masturbate while listening to them, timing my climax to match Angie's. She was such a slut, but I loved her anyway. I mean I loved her as a friend -- not in that way, or course. I'm totally straight, and had my share of boys at college too, by which I mean I had a total of two boyfriends during my four years at college, less than a tenth of the number of lovers Angie had, now that I think about it.

After we graduated Angie moved to California where she now has a design job at a textile company, while I've stayed in Tennessee working in my Dad's accounting firm. We've still stayed close, though. Angie was always pestering me to come and visit her, so we arranged it for one weekend in October when this story takes place. Her texts to me were characteristically upbeat, saying she had something amazing to show me, and a really cool gift for me.

I hadn't seen her for six months, so I was excited to rekindle our very close friendship. I Ubered from the airport to her apartment on a Friday evening just as the sun was going down in a rich, pink and orange Western sky, reminding me how much I love California.

As soon as she swung open her door, I could see right away that Angie had been taking very good care of her appearance. She looked utterly breathtaking. Blonde, slim and Californian, like a Barbie doll, her killer figure on full display. She was dressed in some sort of shiny, clingy high tech fabric -- a grey, metallic-looking tight mini-dress with a plunging neckline and no bra, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. She was sexier than ever, her long bronzed legs enhanced by a pair of sexy red high heels which I knew she had put on just to impress me.

"Hi baby!" she gushed, hugging me eagerly, "I'm so glad you got here at last. Come in, I have so much to tell you!"

"Wow, Angie, look at you!" I stammered breathlessly. "Your dress is... Just wow!"

I've always loved her gorgeously curvy body, but seeing her now, with this lightweight, futuristic material clinging lovingly to every curve of her full, braless breasts... it was sensational. The deep V of her cleavage looked absolutely stunning in a Oscars red carpet sort of way -- slutty but expensive. I wondered if she would dare to go out dressed as she was. It was truly an arresting sight to see her body so provocatively displayed like this with nothing on underneath her sexy dress. And the dress itself was incredible. I'd never seen such fascinating fabric -- it was almost other-worldly in the way it hugged and complimented her lovely body. She looked like a blonde, AI fantasy girl from an erotic sci-fi movie.

"Yeah, I know. That's what I've been dying to show you. It's an experimental prototype of a new nano-carbon elastane -- it looks like very thin, stretchy metal because... well that's kind of what it is. It's a heat-sensitive auto-morphing fabric that actually clings to you -- shaping itself automatically to your body 100 times a second. And it caresses you. Like a tight but really silky Lycra that lets you move within it, and feels fantastic," she explained, her eyes shining with adolescent excitement. I stepped back from the hug and just stared at her for a minute, while she stood there proudly in her hallway, letting me drink in the sight of her.

Her boobs were very obviously (and delightfully) naked under the two wide bands of the halter neck, which was split deep down the front. A sparkly diamond pendant resting between her large breasts drew my eyes there. Through the strange, glossy material I could see everything, down to the thrillingly sexy points of her nipples and even the fragile outline of her areolae around them. Somehow the shiny stretch material clung to every contour of her hips, abs and breasts -- even the undersides of her boobs -- in a way that emphasized their nakedness, and yet she was fully clothed at the same time. And while the dress looked tight, I could see that in fact it wasn't at all: the fairy tale material somehow slid easily over her curves while still gripping them, changing its shape to match exactly the form of her nude body as she moved beneath it, so it somehow supported her heavy breasts even without a bra, flattering her figure beautifully. Angie's a full-breasted girl like me, and I stared enviously at the way there was no trace of her big boobs sagging at all. The halter neck held them up firmly, almost as if presenting them to me for my inspection. Even covered up, her pleasingly big breasts looked naked, their shape beautifully enhanced by the shimmering metallic silk, showing off her deep cleavage and her erect nipples. It was mesmerizing. I gazed at her adoringly, literally stunned by how good she looked.

"This dress," she said with a grin, "would cost over a million dollars, babe, if it was for sale, which it isn't." She took my hand in hers and kissed me on the cheek. "... and it feels just fucking incredible against your skin -- cool, slippery and sensual. I might even let you try it on if I can bear to take it off."

"Holy smoke that's fantastic. It looks so sexy!" I breathed quietly, my eyes locked onto the extraordinarily erotic view of her beautiful ass as she turned away to lead me into her well-lit, spacious living room. It was fascinating to watch her move. The shimmering space-age fabric twitched sensually from side to side, clinging as if by magic to the swaying glutes walking ahead of me, sliding over the undulations of her bottom as she lifted each foot in turn. The minidress somehow hugged her curves as if she'd wriggled into a tight snakeskin, yet it was so gossamer light that it sometimes seemed not to be there at all. There was something supernatural in the way the light slithered and reflected off the tiny, slippery scales, so they seemed to come in and out of existence -- going from visible to invisible and back again -- as her body moved through the light. I gasped at the effect: she would look almost nude for a second then fully clothed again an instant later. It somehow clung tightly enough to her buttocks that I could see the outline of her little panties underneath -- even the lacy trim of the waistband on each hip -- as the material morphed, cupping and caressing her gorgeous bottom. So I was wrong about her wearing no underwear, I thought. And yet for some insane reason I was picturing her pretty ass naked. It was like nothing I've ever seen before.

On the floor in the living room was a box marked "Restricted. For Research ONLY", reminding me that the whole project was top secret. It gave me a nice little thrill to know she'd picked me to share this secret with. She looked hot enough to fuck but too naked to go out.

We sat and caught up over a bottle of wine, just like the old days, while I stared at her dress. I told her about my boring job, how my parents had helped me buy a small house in Nashville, and how I was between boyfriends again. For her part, she gushed excitedly about the new technology in fabrics that she was working with -- apparently much of it top secret. I was becoming more and more eager to try on the dress. It looked sensational. I kept looking down at her naked-yet-clothed boobs much to her amusement. Despite myself I could barely tear my eyes away from the sensual way her beautiful breasts were supported. Yet they moved so easily with her body under her exciting halter neck top. I had to quell the sudden unexpected urge to touch them. I wanted to know what they would feel like through the magical liquid-metal fabric. It wasn't a sexual thing. I was just curious. Would they would feel cool or warm to the touch?

"Still staring at my boobs, then," she chuckled, "Some things never change."

I giggled, blushing at having been caught staring. "It's true, I do have a bit of a boob fetish I suppose," I admitted, blushing furiously. But she already knew that.

Angie and I are both gifted with large, firm breasts, and she knows that I have a straight-girl fascination for nice tits. Hers in particular, to be honest, but only because they're perfect in every way. Yes, I'm a straight girl, we both are, but I do love to look at women's breasts. I like the way they look, whether revealed, displayed, hidden or enhanced by different clothes. I love to talk about firmness, cup sizes, cleavage and celebrity nip slips. I used to do it with Angie all the time, going through People Magazine to dwell on photos of well-endowed actresses like Sydney Sweeney. But really my fetish is driven more by my love of fashion than love of the female form, although both must be true, because you can't be a fashion afficionado without an appreciation of the beauty of women's endlessly fascinating bodies.

"How did you do it?" I asked, changing the subject, "I mean steal the world's most valuable dress?" I was agog at my friend's bold act of industrial espionage. She'd taken a huge risk by sneaking out the prototype minidress for us to play with that weekend. She would be fired if they knew.

"Well, it wasn't too difficult. I've just borrowed it, really. I bribed Richard, the lead designer, to leave it in a locker that I had access to." She reddened and averted my eyes, so I knew there must be more to the story.

"Bribed how exactly?" I pressed her with a nudge.

"Oh, babe you know me too well," she sniggered, "It's a longer story which starts with him asking me to model the dress. He wanted to know if a girl with larger boobs could fit into it, you see. There was a professional model but she was a skinny little thing. He wanted a bit more research to know how far the material would stretch, and what it would look like on a full-figured woman. So, one evening after everyone else had gone home, he asked me to put it on. He wanted me to take my bra off first, so of course I was virtually naked while he fitted it onto me, and Sarah, you're not going to believe how it makes you feel, this material. It hugs and massages and stimulates you all over until you're just so fucking horny you can't stand it. Each of the micro scales is a tiny sensor that constantly adjusts itself in size and proximity in relation to its neighbors, you see, seeking the warmth of your body while being virtually frictionless against your skin. Pretty revolutionary. It feels weird at first but then it starts to feel incredibly sexy. It makes you so. Fucking. Horny..." Her eyes glazed over for a second as she looked dreamily over my shoulder before recovering and fixing her pretty green eyes on me again. "Anyway, when I eventually took the dress off I was so ready for him to take me to heaven that I just took my wet panties down and sat naked on his lap, kissing him and begging him to fuck me senseless."

"Oh my god, Angie, you're such a slut!"

"No, well, yes, maybe, but you won't understand until you try it."

"Walk around again," I urged, "I want to see you move in it again."

She obliged me, high-stepping across the living room carpet and back like a model while I ogled her body shamelessly, watching mesmerized as the magical material flowed like liquid being poured over the curves of her shapely hips and bottom. Her breasts jiggled enticingly with every step.

"My god, it's so fucking sexy," I mumbled in confusion, wondering why my nipples were tingly and my crotch felt so warm and sticky. My panties were clinging to my labia. We'd been roommates for two years but I'd never had such a strong feeling of arousal in her presence before.

"Yes, isn't it? Want to try it on?!" she said excitedly, and she reached behind her neck to loosen the halter straps. Bending forward, she stripped the clingy metallic fabric carefully from her body, freeing her big breasts, which were as firm and lovely as ever. Her nipples were rigid with arousal, as they had been the entire time she'd been wearing it. She shimmied the material down her thighs and stepped carefully out of it. Once it was off, the dress looked very small, seeming to shrivel up once separated from its wearer, like a living thing that was dying. "I'll need to recharge it soon," she murmured, but it will be fine for you to wear for a bit."

In nothing but her panties, she helped me to undress too. "Come on, strip off those travel clothes immediately." We both started giggling like the old days as I took off my top then wriggled out of my tight jeans so I could slither into the mini-dress.

"Bra too," Angie instructed, "otherwise you won't get the full effect." That sounded good. I was eager for the flowy sensation of the dress on my bare breasts. She knows I love lingerie, so it wouldn't have come as a surprise to her when she saw my boobs pushed up into a pink and white lace-trimmed bra. I reached behind me to unclip my bra and threw it aside, happy to release my full breasts from their sweaty prison and let them fall naked onto my chest.

"Nice," she said admiringly, looking at me in just the pink and white panties that naturally matched my bra. I was glad she appreciated that the money I'd spent on my personal trainer was yielding results -- I was in even better shape then than I'd been in college.

Having been roommates for so long, we were obviously used to seeing one another undressing, but something about this situation was making me feel more than a little bit turned on. I was worried that the scent of arousal from my pussy was becoming more noticeable and I just hoped that Angie didn't catch a whiff of it, now we were both in just our panties. Obviously I didn't comment, but our erect nipples betrayed our elevated state of arousal. I felt a little embarrassed that I was so horny.

"Panties too?" I asked hopefully, hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my lacy underthings.

"Sorry, sweetie, panties need to stay on, Angie explained, "They haven't yet worked out a way to wash this darn thing, so we really need to make sure it's, you know, kept clean." She giggled. Perhaps she knew that my pussy was already leaking at the prospect of playing sexy dress-up with her. "Don't worry, it stretches to fit you. They haven't figured out colors in the lab yet, so this is the raw material," she explained.

She handed me the little shiny grey dress and I stepped into it, accepting her help to wriggle it up my hips and stretch it over my ass, then she reached up around my neck to fix the straps under my long, brown hair, tugging the smooth, yielding snakeskin upwards until it completely enclosed my double D boobs. It gave me a nice, tingly sensation wherever it touched my skin. She leaned in closer to adjust the lift of the halter neckline, and I inhaled her perfume, very much enjoying the few seconds of her large, soft breasts against mine. The material was so light and stretchy it was as if I was naked under it, and as our boobs pressed together through the barely-there material, I was conscious of the nakedness of her warm, pillowy breasts. It was amazing the way I could feel the sensation of her stiff nipples brushing mine even through the layer of this absurdly expensive futuristic clothing. Maybe it was the buzz from the wine or the chemistry between us being renewed after all this time, but there was something undeniably sexy about playing around with her like this in these fantasy clothes.

She stepped back to look at me and nodded approvingly with a big smile on her face. "Damn girl, you look hot," she giggled, "We could post pictures online for men to jerk off to," she shrugged with a laugh, "except I'd go to prison for stealing the dress, so that wouldn't work."

Not bothering with her bra, she pulled on a tight white T-shirt that had a big, red pair of women's lips stenciled across the front. Her boobs looked very fetching in the tight top, I thought. I would ask about her love life later, but it seemed as if not much had changed. She was still an adorable slut.

"I'd visit you in prison," I said. I blushed again at the realization that I was still shamelessly checking out her body. "I'd let you know the number of obscene comments from lust-drunk men who wouldn't be able to stop themselves masturbating when they see how hot we look!" It was nice to have the old sexual repartee coming back immediately like this. It was as if we were still in college, when Angie would share her dirty stories and sex advice about boys. I loved it.

She fluffed my hair, then smacked me playfully on my bottom with a big grin. And omigod, the sensual caress of that dress on my body was life changing. After a brief panic at the sensation which was a bit like miniature spiders all over me, I fell in love with the intoxicating active cling of the silky, sexy material against every inch of my bare skin, gripping my body tantalizingly, then releasing it in one erotic embrace after another. It was like a continuous sensual massage, with warm, playful hands all over me.

"Omigod I never want to wear any other kind of clothes!" I gushed. Angie just smiled and combed her fingers through my hair affectionately. The dress looked absolutely sensational in the mirror. My full breasts were held up beautifully as if in a sports bra, without drooping at all. I loved the slutty way my erect nipples looked so obscenely naked. And my ass looked amazing too. The material even molded itself to the seam that ran down the crease between my butt cheeks. Again, I wanted to take my panties off so I could feel the deliciously tingly material on my naked bottom, but I knew I might make an embarrassing wet patch and get Angie fired.

"God, I could never go out in this," I said, loving the sexual thrill it was giving me to wear this dress, "I mean, just look at it."

"It feels so good though, doesn't it?" Angie asked, innocently, squeezing one cheek of my ass as she bumped our hips together. "Isn't it sexy?"

Sexy? It was electrifying. I posed and twirled in front of the mirror, loving the way the shimmering metal caressed and massaged my sensitive nipples, making them stand out proudly in twin peaks that gave away my arousal. I felt so incredibly desirable. It was shorter on me than Angie because I'm that much taller -- more like a long T-shirt really -- so my panties showed when I twirled. I danced freely, feeling like a stripper, laughing with joy, my arms above my head, then I posed for her to take photos, playing the provocateur as I coyly lifted up the hem, making naughty faces as I deliberately showed off my increasingly damp pink and white panties to her.

I was starting to feel pretty relaxed by this stage, so I clapped with glee when Angie produced a joint and opened another bottle of wine. Not daring to sit on the space-age material, I pulled the dress carefully up to my waist before sitting on the sofa next to Angie, taking a recklessly big hit of her excellent marijuana as I did so. I was buzzed and feeling reckless, with my legs apart in a thoroughly indecent pose. I think I was still channeling my inner stripper. I didn't notice Angie's eyes widening as she stared at my cameltoe. I guess I wasn't thinking of the messages I was sending to my girlfriend who told me later she was just getting hotter, hornier and wetter by the minute as she watched me settle back in that incredibly sexy dress, lasciviously showing off my panties like a wanton slut.

We got high together, talking about our wild college days. I felt relaxed and sexy, just enjoying the sensual feeling of being gloriously naked under my million dollar clingy metal dress, sitting next to my best friend in her skimpy top and panties. Our bare thighs were pressed together. I think we both felt the mounting sexual tension as the pot slid easily into our bloodstream like a sly aphrodisiac that we were incapable of resisting.

I don't really know how it happened. It was all a culmination of the mounting eroticism of the evening I suppose. Most likely it was the feeling of that sensational dress stimulating my body, combined with the genuine love Angie and I had for each other. When you add in the excessive amount of pot and wine and the semi-erotic teasing we'd been doing together for a couple of hours... I think we were just both so horny we needed some physical outlet for the sexual tension. That was when Angie started talking about boobs again -- my favorite subject.

"We could get T-shirts with BBC on the front," she announced, handing the aromatic smoke to me. She moved even closer and draped one leg casually over my thigh. I loved the erotic sight of her little black panties so close to my silky pink and white ones, and the feel of her bare leg overlapping my thighs. I felt warm, sexy and safe, sitting intimately like this in her apartment. I looked again at the deliciously slutty way my braless boobs thrust against the expensive space-age clothing. God I was horny.

"Because we're broadcasters? Broads?" I giggled, "Why BBC?"

"Big Boobs Club," Angie said, "I mean look at us -- we are pretty well endowed, aren't we?" She was right, we both looked amazing with our full, round boobs and naked nipples pushing rudely against our clothing. I could clearly see her nipples thrusting tight up against her stretchy top, and every detail of mine that were being massaged and stimulated constantly in a way that was starting to drive me crazy with lust. The futuristic dress gripped my breasts in a way that felt cool and sensual, and, in addition to the sexy look of it, I loved the slight friction of the it on my nipples, escalating the sexual buzz I was getting from Angie's excellent Indica. I started giggling -- stupid from the pot -- at the way our generously big breasts looked so obscene. I imagined us walking into a biker bar like this, a pair of filthy sluts wanting to be gang-fucked so badly. My nipples had been hard since I'd taken off my bra to be honest, and I thought they looked incredibly sexy under the thin, clingy sheen of my little dress. So did Angie's. I longed to touch her boobs, and the thought of actually doing so was making me wet.

"Beautiful Big Boobed Babes," I corrected, shaking my tits at her, making them swing from side to side under my dress, "so that's BBBB." I loved talking about boobs -- it was my favorite topic.

"Big Busty Babes with Beautiful Big Breasts...?" Angie started giggling uncontrollably, "Six Bs."

"But you have "big" twice. How about Beautiful, Busty Blonde and Brunette Babes with Big, Bosomy, Bountiful Braless Breasts?" I announced and we doubled up laughing. She jumped into my lap and tried to tickle me. I knew she was looking for an excuse to touch me, and I didn't stop her. Our desires were starting to get the better of us, but neither one of us wanted to stop. We were laughing and groping one another.

"Mmmm yours look so good in that fucking dress, and I bet they feel nice too," Angie murmured, casually running a hand up my body to cup my right breast, which she then teasingly fondled through my dress, making me giggle. I liked where this was going. I wanted it. "Boobalicious Babes with Beautiful Big Busty Bouncing Bosoms," Angie laughed, squeezing my tit affectionately through the silky metallic fabric. It felt amazing. Not wanting to be left out, I reached over and cupped Angie's full, warm breast, finally giving in to my desire to touch her through the soft stretch cotton of her sexy top. We'd never touched each other in this way before, but her braless boob felt wonderful in my hand, the nipple pressing eagerly into my palm, and I didn't feel like stopping. I brought my other hand up so I could explore both her breasts, squeezing their lush softness, loving how they filled my hands completely. I knew that, like me, she must be hyper sensitive from the manipulation of the dress. The material was just so fascinating to the touch -- both for me wearing it and for Angie too. She started running her fingertips in a stoned sort of way over the almost scaly smoothness of the metallic material, making me squirm with arousal as she traced over both my nipples, then cupped each of my breasts in turn. Our faces were close enough to breathe the same air. We were drunk and high, becoming increasingly intimate together as we felt the feminine shape and comforting warmth of one another's body, just relaxing into each other, allowing our lips to get indecently close. I'd never had a lesbian experience before, but the urge to kiss her was growing stronger in me, becoming harder to resist.

"Boobalicious? -- My God, you're still such a perv!" I said, trying to keep it light, despite the heat in my pussy. She hadn't stopped me, so I was just squeezing her full, soft breasts one at a time. I loved the way they felt in my hand, and I was just high enough that I didn't care if it seemed weird, I was just enjoying my friend's curvy female body.

"You're the one touching my boobs!" Angie said, reaching behind my neck for the knot of the halter.

"Mmmm" I sighed, happy that she was undressing me now. It was definitely a good time to take some clothes off I thought hazily. She pulled it loose, moving the sashes from underneath my hair and carefully working the flimsy garment down to expose my bare tits. Things were escalating, but it felt warm and nice. I loved the cool air against my nipples, and god they ached to be touched. She knew what I needed because her own body was still tingling from wearing the maddeningly erotic dress. With only a brief pause to admire my bare boobs, she leant down and sucked one of my nipples into her hot little mouth. I inhaled sharply and almost lost my mind as her soft, wet lips closed over my over-stimulated nipple which had been gently frotting against the fabric of my dress for two hours or more.

"Oh-h-h-h!" I moaned, "Fuck, Angie, that feels fucking amazing." I held her head to my chest, loving the movement of her warm mouth suckling me, not wanting her to stop. I felt a rush of wetness in my panties and was shocked at how close I was to coming. "Jesus! Do the other one please."

Holding both my bare breasts in her warm hands, she obligingly moved her lips to my other nipple and mouthed it lovingly, flicking it with her tongue to increase the stimulation. The sensation was intense, making a direct link to my needy pussy which started to glow red hot between my legs.

"Wow, I've never kissed another girl's tits before -- feels amazing! You're definitely boobalicious, babe -- your nipples are so sensitive, I can feel them swelling up in my mouth," Angie said, and she resumed kissing my nipples wetly, "Damn girl, this is fun!"

I don't think she realized what she was doing to me at that moment. My brain was turning into a hot mush of blissful, lesbian desire while my pussy just let go, flooding my panties warmly with a tsunami of sex juices that just I couldn't hold back any more. "Oh, oh, oh oh fuck-k-k-k" I moaned helplessly, my eyes closed in ecstasy as my arousal swept away any remaining semblance of self-control. I had just experienced an incredible orgasm purely from having my breasts sucked. My pussy pulsed hotly between my legs, a molten swamp of sexual desire, while the delicious overload flooded my body with endorphins and dopamine or whatever the fuck it was that she was doing to me. I clung to her shoulders, afraid I would fall off the planet and float off into space. She was a siren. What the hell had she just done to me?

"Fuck, Angie," I breathed, pulling her head up and away from my suddenly oversensitive nipples. I was panting, trying to regain some semblance of control before I just melted into a puddle of vacant, orgasmic pleasure on her sofa. We'd never done anything remotely like this before, but the truth was she had already got me turned on beyond reason, so by that point I just couldn't help myself. Holding her lovely face between my hands, I stared for a long moment into her beautiful green eyes, seeing nothing but stoned love and willing acceptance, before lowering my gaze to focus drunkenly on her glossy wet mouth. It was a lush pink paradise, shining with lipstick and slick with saliva. Breathing hard, I pulled her face to mine and kissed her passionately, pressing my open mouth hotly to hers. Fuck she was beautiful. The kiss was gentle at first then became urgent as our pleasure mounted. I heard myself moaning with need as I opened my mouth wide and sucked greedily on her hot little tongue. We shouldn't be doing this -- I wasn't a lesbian -- but things had escalated way beyond our ability to do anything to stop it.

And kissing another woman's soft lips was so-o-o-o much more fucking delicious than I ever dreamed it could be.

In moments we were making out hard, lying back on the sofa and sucking wetly on each other's mouth as we pressed our faces together, moaning with need. I was dying to feel our bare breasts touching while we kissed, and my hands found their way to the hem of her T-shirt which I tugged upwards. Understanding what I wanted, she lifted her arms and allowed me to strip it over her head, letting her big, bare breasts fall nakedly on her chest. Satisfied at our nudity, I made happy little grunts of contentment as we settled into an even longer make out session, exchanging deep, loving kisses while enjoying the sensation of our big, soft breasts squashing together. If this was what kissing another woman was like, I wanted more. It felt just right and I wanted it. I didn't question my sexuality, I just went with my feelings. I desired her. It was lovely to feel her fingers gliding up my bare thigh to caress my sex through my humid panties, so I reciprocated, dropping my hand from behind her head into her lap where I could feel the heat of her femininity in the delta between her thighs. I made her moan with desire when I pressed the silky lace of her panties in just the right spot. Women know instinctively how to arouse one another, and it was so sinfully delicious to suck her tongue into my mouth while I circled the nub of her clit with my fingernail, eliciting little sounds of approval and desire.

I don't remember exactly when our panties came off, but I do remember the dreamy fantasy-come-true of walking naked to her bedroom and falling into her bed, kissing frantically and unable to stop. Now that the cork had well and truly come out of the bottle, we both wanted -- no, needed -- to make love, and we moaned with desire as we locked mouths and kissed deeply, while our fingers reached down to explore the dripping wetness that was surging between our legs.

"Oh Angie baby... I think I needed this..." I tried to explain, "I want you so much... fuck!" then she shushed me with a finger that was dripping from being in my pussy, and her mouth closed over mine once more. I drove two fingers deep into the hot lava of her pussy, happy to hear the way it made her mewl with pleasure. We had all night. I closed my eyes to relax into the kiss while she transmitted exquisite pleasure to my clitoris with her beautifully skilled fingers. I came wetly, flooding all over her hand, and hot tears rolled down my face at the delicious realization of how much I had wanted this and for how long I had longed to be Angie's lover, even though I had never admitted it to myself until right now.

In the morning over coffee I said, "they should make underwear of that material."

"Great minds think alike," Angie said with a huge grin on her face. "that's exactly what I said to Richard, and he's agreed to make me some futuristic panties. As a secret gift! I can't wait!"

"Oh my god, me too!" I replied, "will you let me try them on?"

"We'll do better than that, babe," Angie said, coming to sit on my lap on her kitchen chair. We were both in just panties and t-shirts, having spent a nice, intimate night together in her king bed. She wriggled her bottom against me to get comfortable in my lap, then placed a tender kiss on my lips, before continuing, "We'll get two pairs from him and we can spend a nice long time rubbing our panties together to see what it feels like. What do you think?"

"Sounds divine," I said, pulling her mouth to mine. My stomach was doing flip flops and my clean panties were already getting wet. I closed my eyes and cupped her gorgeous big, soft breast in my hand as we kissed.

"Maybe you should stay her a while," Angie said after a while, "... and you could be here when Richard comes to deliver our magic panties. We could both thank him together."

"Sounds like the perfect plan," I said, "now what would you think of going back to bed?"