Chloe Art Contributor Pt. 08

I woke up extra early Saturday morning to prepare to be at work for Alice by 7:30 AM. I chose my attire so that I could take it off easily to model clothes designed by Alice, the CEO of her own clothing company. I wore a light blue, short-sleeved, fitted shirt and a floral knee-length skirt. Underneath, I wore a white bralette and baby-breath blue bikini-style panties, quite similar to the underwear I wore for Thursday night's work for Alice. I quickly ate a granola bar, chugged down a bottle of water, and drove off.

After I parked my minivan at Alice's residence, I grabbed a pile of clothes I had purchased at the donation store where I volunteered. I brought these clothes to help Alice with additional designs for her clothing company. Alice opened the front door as I approached; her Ring camera must have notified her of my arrival. We exchanged greetings and walked through the hallway into the family room, where the impromptu studio setup was the same as it was on Thursday night, with three surrounding lamps, racks and tables of clothes, cut-up fabric on the floor, and a nearby sketching table. I set the stack of clothes down on the table.

"Honey, what did you bring me?" Alice asked in a very friendly tone.

"I got these clothes at the donation store. Some of them we can use as samples to tailor for our designs, and others we can use as a source of inspiration. They are relatively inexpensive at the donation store, and the money goes to a good cause," I explained.

"How much time and money did you spend out of pocket?" Alice asked.

"I spent the extra money you paid me on Thursday, remember? And I probably spent about an hour, since I'm familiar with the store where I volunteer," I said.

"Let me add your hour to the timesheet right away before I forget," Alice said.

Alice added 2 X's for the hour I spent at the donation store, where each X was equivalent to $50. Then I noticed that there were 2 extra X's on top of 3 X's for this current hour.

"Are the 2 additional X's for me to try on clothes with no bra and no panties, like before?" I asked with a smirk, implying that Alice wanted me out of them as soon as possible.

"Your head is still there, huh?" Alice said, referring to Thursday night when we had amended our contract for me to try on her designed clothes without a bra or panties to meet her customers' requests.

"Well, Chloe, those 2 X's are for your design efforts. You have great natural skill, and I want to take full advantage of it," Alice said.

"Oh so I won't be modeling any clothes today?" I said, expressing a slight disappointment.

"Well, you get to model your own design," Alice said with a smile. "Any way, we have a lot to get through this morning because I have a brunch meeting with a group of women, actually a bunch of like-minded women. So I have a hard stop at 9:30," Alice explained, sounding serious about getting work done.

"Yes, sure," I said firmly, though I wondered if she was using "like-minded" as a code word for lesbian.

Alice said, "First, we can quickly go over the clothes you brought so we're familiar with what we have. Then, we'll go over the scenarios for our design, and lastly, you can do your design magic. How does that sound?"

"Sounds like a plan," I replied firmly.

I explained the clothes that I had bought. "There are dinner dresses, casual dresses, shirts, skirts, dress pants, coats, and jackets. Coming from the donation store, they were pennies on the dollar, so they can be tailored and cut up any way we please."

Alice then explained, "I would like you to design clothes for a few specific scenarios where the goal for the clothes is to entice their partner and that can lead to sex. The night scenarios are dinner, dancing, and bowling. The day scenarios are hiking, pickleball, and day trips. You can choose from any of those. If you can come up with just a couple of designs, that would be great."

"Got it," I replied.

There was about an hour and 50 minutes left to work on the designs. I immediately went over to the sketching table to get started. Excited, I didn't even bother to sit down.

Five, ten, then twenty minutes went by, but I hadn't come up with anything concrete. I rotated between different scenarios, but nothing came naturally. I sketched, scratched it out, and sketched and scratched it out once more.

Alice stopped by to offer some water. "How is everything going?" she asked.

"I have something like writer's block," I complained.

"Maybe you just need some inspiration," Alice said, standing next to me and staring at the chicken scratch on the sketch paper.

"Yeah, I really do. I could use anything at this point," I said.

"I have an idea. Let's loosen you up a bit. The last time you were here, you were in and out of your clothes, and it gave inspiration for your designs," Alice said. "So how about we lose the skirt?"

"Huh! Say what?!" I protested, instinctively squeezing my legs together as if to reject the idea. But I would still be in my panties, so that would be okay, I thought.

"Well, let's give it a chance. There's nothing to lose," Alice said.

"Except for my clothes," I retorted.

"Well, with fewer clothes, it could give you some stimulation, get your blood flowing, and get your juices running," Alice said as she came up from behind and started rubbing the outside of my thigh, sliding the skirt up and down to entice me with her idea. I enjoyed the light touch and felt a subtle rush of warmth.

Alice continued, "OK, let's try out a scenario, hiking. Tell me about the last time you and your husband went on a hike. What were you wearing, and were there any amorous moments?"

I began, "Well, we were hiking to Carlon Waterfall in Central California..."

As I was talking, she unbuttoned my skirt and pulled down its zipper. Instinctively, I wiggled my hips as she slid the skirt down. My reaction essentially signaled that I approved of her idea. She pushed my skirt down and I stepped out of it. At least I was still wearing panties I thought. She then gently stroked my bare outer thighs as I spoke. I enjoyed the sensation of her touch while I could feel the blood rush to my head.

I continued, "It was a mild day, and I was wearing khaki shorts with panties, plus a fitted shirt and a bra underneath. There were very few people on this trail, since there weren't many cars in the parking lot."

"As for amorous actions, after we reached the waterfall, about a forty-minute hike, we embraced and shared a long kiss. He grabbed my ass to celebrate our accomplishment, but nothing much more, since another couple was there. Halfway back, we found a bench in a spot that felt private. He sat down first, and I sat on his thighs. He slid his hand under my shirt and bra to feel my breasts while we kissed passionately.

"I like where this story is going already," said Alice.

I continued, "His hand then roamed down, rubbing my thighs, in between my legs, and over my crotch. But the khaki shorts were preventing his hand from giving me any real satisfaction. He soon gave up and gave me a quick peck on the lips, gesturing that it was time to move on."

"Aww, that's too bad," Alice said.

"So we have a problem. Let's see how we can design clothes that could help out your poor husband."

"OK. Sounds fun, let's do it," I said.

"So instead of khaki shorts, could we do something softer, like bike shorts?" Alice asked.

"A thin bike shorts might let me feel his touch better, but all the bits would be on display."

"Instead of shorts, could you wear a skirt?" Alice asked.

"A skirt is inappropriate hiking because if you're climbing or a strong breeze catches it, you're completely exposed," I explained.

"There's nothing wrong with that," Alice said with a smirk.

"That's exactly what my husband would say," I laughed. "But no!"

Thinking about how to make a skirt practical for hiking, I imagined an outfit that could offer coverage while still providing easy access. "I have an idea, what if I wear a skirt over thin elastic shorts?" I said excitedly.

"Okay, that is an interesting concept. Let's go!" Alice said.

With that, I started to sketch the design.

"I have another idea," Alice announced. "Instead of sketching, can we design by actually altering the clothes? Did you bring any skirts in the batch you brought?"

"Oh yeah, sure we can do that. I think I brought a couple. I'll go fetch them right now," I said.

"I'll go find some shorts, too," Alice said.

I brought back two knee-length skirts, one lightweight and one medium weight. The lighter one was way too thin for outdoor activities since the wind could easily lift it, so I chose the mid-weight nylon skirt. Alice returned with a couple of pairs of elastic shorts and some yoga pants. We chose the beige elastic shorts because they matched the skirt best.

I put the skirt on first, simply because it provided immediate coverage. "I'm clothed again!" I remarked slyly as I pulled it on.

"Uh-huh... we'll see," Alice replied, as if already looking for a way to get back at me.

Immediately, I had to consider whether to keep my panties on or take them off before putting on the shorts. For authenticity, it was best to take them off, and I could do so discreetly under the cover of the skirt. I flashed a crooked smile at Alice, as if to say, I outsmarted you. Alice nodded back, as if acknowledging, 'You got me twice now, but I'll get you back'.

"This skirt is too long," I said. "We need to shorten it to about eight inches below the crotch for a mid-thigh look."

"That's still way too long. How about four inches? If it's too long, won't it get in the way of your husband's wandering hand?" Alice said.

"Yes, that's true," I said, feeling a bit embarrassed. "But a hiking skirt still needs to be long enough to sit on."

Alice then made the measurements and used fabric chalk to draw lines where the skirt would be cut to shorten it.

Tapping my finger on the skirt as I thought it through, I hollered, "You wanted shorter? I got it! What if we put buttons, or better yet, magnetic buttons, at the bottom of the skirt that can connect to matching magnetic buttons at the top, thereby folding the skirt in half? We can disguise these magnetic buttons as decorated flower pins or other shapes. And if a passerby comes along, the skirt can quickly be pulled down because they are quick release magnetic buttons."

"That's a brilliant idea, but I don't have any magnets though, so can we use safety pins instead? Is that okay?" Alice asked.

"Sure, that'll work just fine in the meantime," I said. "So for an eighteen-inch skirt, when it folds in half, the new hem will sit slightly above the crotch. There, happy?"

"I'm happy for your husband," Alice said with a smile. "But 'crotch' is such a harsh word. Is there a better name for it? What nickname does your husband

give it?"

"It's too embarrassing," I said.

"But is it a cute name?" She asked.

"Yes, I suppose," I said.

"Well, then let's hear it," Alice said.

"It's 'wet kitty'," I said, while feeling embarrassed.

"So what does he call it when it's not wet?" Alice asked.

"Um... he never calls it 'kitty' by itself. He just makes sure that it becomes wet," I answered, as both of us smirk at the naughtiness nature.

"Let's move on to the shorts shall we," I suggested. "The shorts leg could be shortened a bit to just one inch below the skirt." I pointed to Alice where to draw the line to cut the shorts. "The bike shorts waistline is too high, and it could be cut down to a low-rise somewhere below the belly button."

"How about we cut it way down low, near the pubic hair line? You know, show a little bit of advertisement," Alice said. "Plus, it's under the skirt anyway."

"You really are a troublemaker, but I agree with you on this one," I said with a giggle.

"So you'll need to take the skirt off so I can mark the new waistline for the shorts," Alice said.

After I took off the skirt, Alice drew a line around the shorts for a low-rise waistline, about the same rise as a bikini.

"Okay, now take off the shorts so I can make the cuts," Alice said.

I quickly stepped out of the shorts and handed them to her, leaving myself completely bottomless.

"Um, you could have just asked for my shorts while I still had my skirt on, you know!" I complained.

"I could have, but I had to draw the new waistline first, remember? And it would have been inappropriate to ask you to lift your skirt and expose yourself," Alice replied, using my own words back at me with a completely straight face, barely hiding the fact that she was about to burst out laughing from getting me back so well.

"Hmph!" I said, feeling defeated. "Just for that, I'm covering up myself."

I placed my right hand over my pussy from the front and my left hand to cover my ass. In the meantime, Alice got to cutting the shorts. Being bottomless and feeling aroused from the hiking story, the nakedness between dressing and undressing, and Alice's proximity to my private areas, I snuck in a few strokes on my vagina since Alice was in front of me and wouldn't be able to see my movements. I closed my eyes to enjoy the gentle sensation. My vagina got wetter as I went along. Then I wanted a little bit more stimulation, and with my right hand already on my pussy, I wiggled my middle finger onto my clitoris to further increase the sensation.

"Okay, I'm done with the shorts," Alice announced.

I immediately opened my eyes to see that she was handing me the shorts. Did she see what I just did? I was horrified and hoped that she didn't. It would have been so embarrassing.

Pretending to be calm, I reached my left hand from behind my tush to grab the shorts. My right hand was still on my pussy, and I could feel that my fingers were really wet, because of the build up and now my own touches.

I pulled up my shorts quickly, but not all the way, leaving about an inch from touching my wet vagina to prevent it from making a damp spot on the thin beige fabric, which would be very visible. I didn't want to let her know that I was pleasuring myself while standing next to her, which she might have suspected, but I didn't want her to know for sure.

"Oh my, I see a little bit of your pubic hair above your shorts," Alice said. "I am sorry, I must have overcut the waistline."

"Oh no, I don't think so. It is definitely me, because I have not trimmed for a while," I said, because I didn't want Alice to feel that she had made a mistake.

Alice then cut the skirt to the chalk line to shorten it and applied some safety pins at the hem and at the waist as temporary magnetic buttons. Once she was done, Alice then handed me the skirt, and I put it on.

"The shorts and skirt fit great," Alice said, "but we have to do a dry run to make sure we work out all the kinks."

"A dry run?" I said. "What do we have to do?"

"Okay, let's take the scenarios back to you and your husband at the bench," Alice said, "And let's see how the design will hold up." Looking around, she spotted a folding chair, brought it over, and sat down.

"Now sit on me like you sat on your husband," Alice said.

I didn't want to sit down because my wet vagina would press up against the fabric and leave a damp spot for sure. "Actually, he was sitting down and I was standing next to him," I said, revising the story. To be convincing, I stood with my left hip pressing against her chest and pulled her right hand so she was grabbing my ass.

"But now with your design, he can simply take off your shorts, and you will still be covered by the skirt in case there are hikers passing by, right?" Alice asked.

"Exactly. He'll be so happy!" I said, playing along with the made-up story

"Okay, allow me to take off your shorts," Alice said like a boss. "I want to see the complexity and effort involved."

I was surprised by the request, but I guessed it was part of the dry run. However, the timing was perfect anyway, since I really wanted to take off the shorts before I left a damp spot on them.

"Yeah, sure," I said, pulling my hands up to my chest to clear them out of her way.

Without lifting my skirt up much, she slid her hand under it and was able to find the shorts' waistline and pull them down, and I stepped out of them.

"Next, we are going to test out the magnetic buttons concept," Alice announced.

I had totally forgotten about the magnetic buttons. An immediate anxiety hit me. Once the skirt was folded, I was sure that she would see the bottom of my vagina and revealed that it was wet. She put her hands on my hips to rotate me so my rear was facing her. She hooked the safety pins from the hem to the waist, reducing the length of the skirt. I could feel a slight draft at the bottom of my tush. She then drew a line with the fabric chalk on my ass where the hemline ended. The line drawn felt like it was a couple of inches from the bottom of my ass. The gentle incidental touches of her hand and the ticklish firmness from the chalk gave me an arousing sensation. I became worried that the arousal would further contribute to the wetness. I tried to keep my legs as close together as possible without losing my balance and hoped that Alice was so focused on her work that she wouldn't notice.

Alice then rotated me 180 degrees so that she was facing directly in front of my skirt. Having her face so close to my intimate parts made me feel vulnerable, even though they were still hidden behind the skirt. Alice was now diligently hooking the safety pins from the hem to the waist. She then pressed the hem onto my body, and it sat above my crotch by about two inches. My pussy is now exposed and with her face in such close proximity, it gave me a surge of mental arousal, and I was afraid that it was making me even wetter, creating the very problem I was trying to avoid.

"By folding up the skirt, its length was reduced from 18 down to 9 inches," she announced. "Hmm. Let me check something," Alice said. "Can you lean toward me and put your hands on my shoulders if you need to."

Words spoken by Alice snapped me out of my stupor, and I leaned in as requested.

"Just as I thought. When you lean forward, the skirt naturally falls down and blocks his view," Alice said. "Okay, you can stand up straight now, but we have to figure out a way to shorten the skirt further."

It didn't take very long before I came up with a solution. It appeared to me that Alice was right. The fewer clothes I had on, the better my thought process worked.

"Let's move the safety pins a third of the way up from the hem of the skirt, so the skirt can effectively be folded into thirds," I said.

This idea would work to my own detriment, as my wet private parts would be completely visible to Alice. But I had to suck it up to help reach our ultimate goal of coming up with a successful design.

Still facing me, Alice started the safety pin adjustment on the front of my skirt. She removed the two safety pins that were on the hem and hooked them a third of the way up the skirt. With both hands, she moved them up to the matching safety pins at the waist. From my vantage point, it was as if she had just raised the curtain, and my pussy was in the spotlight. With her face being eerily close to my private parts, I could feel the arousal built in my head as my parts were so exposed.

She then pressed the hem against the top of my pubic hair. My mind was focusing on her subtle touches on the skirt, my pubic hair, and the surrounding skin. The touches set off sensations in those parts of the body, but to maintain stillness, I quietly absorbed all the sensation in my mind. With the other hand, she used the fabric chalk to draw a line on my bare skin below the hem line from one side of the hip to the other side skipping my pubic area in between. With overwhelming mental and physical stimulation, I could feel some wetness trickling down in my vagina, but hoping that it was just my imagination as I could not bear for it to be noticed by Alice.

She then grabbed my hips to rotate me, but this time, she grabbed my bare skin from under the shortened skirt. The physical touch from her warm hands sent waves of arousal through me. I flexed my inner vagina muscles, trying to heighten and prolong the arousal.

Now with my back to her, she made the same safety pin adjustments to the rear of the skirt as she did on the front. She held the hem against my ass while drawing the line two thirds way up my ass. The tickling sensation from the chalk sent a rush all the way to my brain, leaving me taking short and shallow breaths through my mouth.

After taking measurements of the skirt, she announced, "Wow, the length is just a bit over 6 inches, about a third of the original 18 inches. Your design is spectacular."

"Yeah... yeah " I replied with my mouth dried and short of breath. "That's terrific."

Alice sat back to admire the design. "Now... would your husband enjoy seeing your ass like this on the hiking trail?" she asked.

"Um... yes, I am sure he would," I said.

Alice gently grabbed my hips to spin me back around so she could inspect the front.

"Oh my!" Alice said.

"What is it?" I asked.

"I can see why your husband uses the name 'wet kitty' on you," Alice remarked.

Mortified, I gasped and covered my face. "Um... well..., it's all your fault." I pouted.

"How so?", Alice asked, while rubbing her right hand on my back to console my embarrassment.

"You played my husband too well, and that was my trigger," I said, which was not entirely true but it was a major contributing factor.

"I played him well huh? Let's see what else I can... uh I mean... can he do," Alice said as she laid her left hand on my vagina. Feeling her fingers, I slowly rocked my vagina onto them. I could feel how wet I was based on the slick that had pooled between my vagina and her fingers.

"This kitty is soaking wet!" She remarked, as she wasted no time ramping up her strokes, considering how wet it already was. The sensation was overwhelming as I had been dying for physical contact in my intimate areas.

'Ah', 'ah, with intermittent gasping for air, my head was getting dizzy. I leaned my hands on Alice's shoulder to steady myself. Alice then slowed down and paused for me to gather for my breath.

I stepped outside of Alice's legs and sat on her knees to spread my private parts wide open to maximize my exposure. Alice took the cue and started her rapid strokes on my whole vagina. "Ah... Ah... AAAAH." It didn't take long before I reached orgasm. I grabbed her shoulder tightly while bucking on her knees multiple times.

After the ride was over, I moved my hip closer to her body and collapsed on her, as she took her hands and wrapped around my back while I recovered my breathing and calmed my mind.

I didn't know how much time had gone by, but an idea for the next design was forming in my head. The clearer the design became, the more alert my mind grew, until it completely woke me up.

While still in Alice's arm, I whispered to her, "I got an idea for my next design. It is for the night dancing scenarios."

"Oh, really? What an interesting circumstance for you to come up with a design idea," Alice teased, as we both giggled.

"Let me get started right away, I said," as I hopped off Alice and headed to the bathroom to clean up.

"How can I help?" Alice asked.

"Here, hold my skirt!", I said as I took it off to hand it to her.

"Oh, that's cute!" She said, as she rolled her eyes.

I stuck out my ass while walking away to tease her. She reached out and gave me a slap on my bare ass that I wasn't able to dodge, for she had a reflex an athlete.

"Hmmf!" I reacted because she got me. Then I struck a serious tone, "Actually, I need a pair of scissors, fabric stapler, safety pins, and some long elastic straps or really stretchy ribbon or fabric."

"And Alice, put on some Salsa music, dim down the light, and go away for a while because I want to surprise you," I said, as I swung my naked ass walking away in Salsa dancing style.

"My heart is palpitating," Alice said excitedly about the surprise.

I went to the bathroom to clean myself up. Then I gathered the materials I needed from the clothes I brought, especially the light weight skirt. I got my panties that I took off earlier, came back to the sketch table where Alice had dropped off the items I requested, and started to work on the design while still bottomless.

The skirt was made out of lightweight microfiber material.

I cut it into a short skirt, then using the fabric stapler, I pinched up a few spots below the hip to create a wavy flare skirt ideal for the swinging hip of salsa dancing. I took another 10 minutes to complete the skirt to the way I wanted.

Once done, I put on the skirt and called out for Alice. The salsa music was already playing, and all the blinds and shutters in the house were closed to create the dim light. Then I pulled two folding chairs in front of the sketch table.

"Alice, you can play the role of my husband and sit on that chair over there, and pretend we are at the dining table at a restaurant" I said.

Alice had moved over to the chair. Then to the beat of the music, I salsa-ed my way over and offered my hand as if inviting her out to dance. She reluctantly reached out, a response not unlike my husband's. I took her hand and pulled her to the floor. We danced to the salsa, and it appeared she knew the basic moves. I let go of her hands, stepped back a couple of feet, shook my hips, and performed a few flirtatious salsa moves. Moving back in closer, I brushed up against her and raised both my hands. With nothing to hold, Alice placed her hands on my hips. I moved in closer to straddle her right thigh. She pulled me in tighter as our hips were locked together swaying to the music. Alice now had taken the lead on the dance moves. She played my husband's role nicely, I guess being a lesbian has an advantage in playing the role.

My vagina was now pressed on top of her right thighs as I was grinding my pussy to the music. It was so sexy and arousing when combining, music, dancing, and physical contact. But I remembered that we were on a mission to test out our skirt, so I stopped our dancing and pulled Alice with me back to our seat.

We sat down with Alice to my left. Then I told her, "My husband and I went dancing like this a few weeks ago. But now that I am wearing this skirt, can you continue to play my husband to test out its design."

"I can't wait to do so," Alice said with much enthusiasm.

Then under the cover of the sketch table like a dining table of a restaurant, she began to tap her right hand to my left thigh below the skirt to the rhythm of the music. Looking down, she saw a slit from on the left side of my skirt from the hem all the way up to the waist. Her eyes widened. With that much opening she slid her hand to the upper thigh and began rubbing circles to the music. Then she slid her hand on the panties trying to rub my vagina. I softly gasped, but she wanted to pursue a greater reaction from me. Then she slipped her fingers under my panties to make physical contact with my vagina and rubbed some more. However, the panties were snug, and there was not much wiggle room for movement, and she didn't achieve a greater reaction she sought from me. Alice was beginning to wonder what was the big deal of my design.

With my left hand, I guided her hand to unhook the button at the skirt's waistband, where the skirt and the panties burst open. Alice's mouth gaped open as she could see a clear gap to my pussy.

"How?" Alice asked.

"Don't ask yet, continue to play the role" I said, "So we can work out all the kinks, right?"

"Oh yes. Play the role. Gladly," Alice said.

Alice resumed by rubbing my thigh to the rhythm of the music in small circles to get me back into the mood. She slid her hand under the gap under my panties, and put her finger directly on my clitoris. There was much wiggle room now. Without moving her arm, she expertly stroked her middle finger on my clitoris. Moving one's arm to stroke would be noticeable in a restaurant even in a dimly lit one.

It didn't take long before I was completely wet again. She stroked me in different ways, combining side-to-side finger movements with gentle tapping on my clitoris, all while keeping her arm still enough to maintain the illusion that we were still sitting in a restaurant. I could feel the sensation surging inside me. To keep up restaurant appearances, I held my face completely neutral, except for my mouth, which remained slightly agape as I breathed in quick successions. Nearing the climax, my head felt numb. I reached over and grabbed Alice's thigh. Sensing the peak approaching, I squeezed her thigh harder and harder until I burst into an orgasm, all while my body above the table remained completely still. Tears trickled from my eyes as the intensity overwhelmed me, and I leaned over to hold onto Alice's shoulder as she wrapped me in an embrace.

Eventually, I came out of my daze sensing that Alice had to be somewhere soon. "Don't you have a brunch you have to attend?" I asked.

"Oh I cancelled it, and I..." Alice said, but was cut off.

"Oh, so we have a little bit of time then. I never had a chance to explain to you my design," I said excitedly.

"Yes, I can't wait to find out," Alice said.

"After shortening the skirt, I cut a slit on the left side all the way through, including the waistband. Then, I cut the waistband of the panties to match that same point. I stapled the ends of the panties to the ends of the skirt. I'm using staples for now, but they will be actual stitching later. Next, I cut around the button and hole from an old coat, and I stapled these sections to the ends of the skirt's waistband. The skirt and panties are held together when the button is secured in the hole. With one quick flick of the button, the skirt and panties can pop open together at the same time, except for a small stretchable strap stapled to both ends to keep the skirt from falling off completely. Just as easily, I can reattach my skirt and panties back by fastening that single button."

"The design is brilliant. It's unbelievable!" Alice said, "I think this calls for a celebration."

"Cake and Champagne again?" I said, as I reminisced last Thursday.

"I like the way you think," Alice said.

"While I get them, you can jot down your design on the sketch paper so we have something on paper. These will be Chloe #5 and Chloe #6. Then meet me at the sofa," Alice said.

I went to the sketch table to draw out my design and write down some notes for the two pieces. In the meantime, the salsa music had stopped, and the blinds and shutters were open, letting the morning light stream through. Once finished, I went to the sofa, where Alice was already waiting with champagne, glasses, and a couple of chocolate mousse cakes.

"They're not frozen," Alice said with a wink.

"OK, good!" I said with a smirk, remembering the last time the cheesecake was frozen.

She stood up, grabbed two glasses of champagne off the coffee table, and handed one to me.

"I am in awe of your creativity and problem solving. Toast!" Alice said.

We clinked glasses and took a sip of the champagne.

"Well, you did help me with the inspiration," I said, smiling and referring to designing while not wearing a skirt.

"And that inspiration led you to design this extraordinary skirt," Alice commented, reaching for my skirt and brushing it from my hip down to the slit.

"Well, you did have a role in making these designs," I said as we traded quips.

"Which role? The role of altering the skirt, or the role of playing your husband?" Alice asked, her hand now wandering from the slit and onto my panties as if she were still playing that husband's role.

"Um, probably both," I said with an embarrassed smile.

"Oh my, your panties are all wet. You must take them off before you get sick!" Alice said.

"What kind of ridiculous reasoning is that?" I protested.

Pop!

My skirt and panties had been unfastened with just a flick of a button. She immediately laid her hand directly on top of my pussy.

I gasped with my mouth wide open in a surprise of the sudden move. With my pussy still damp and moist, she stroked at a fast pace. I panted to the rhythm of her strokes, Ah... Ah... Ah. Holding the champagne glass made me feel restrained, and that sense of vulnerability gave me such a rush. With my free hand, I grabbed at her shoulder to keep my balance.

She pushed my skirt past my hip, and it fell straight down. Unhindered, Alice gave a few more firm strokes to further heighten my arousal, making my mind numb and my breathing faster and faster. Then she slowly paused her stroking to take the champagne glass from my hand and set it down on the coffee table. With my legs beginning to give way, I had to grab her shoulder with both arms now.

"I am liking this skirt," Alice said, "but there's still something missing."

"Huh... say what?" I said, still gasping for air and in a daze.

"Something is different from the last time we celebrated," Alice said as she reached for the bottom of my shirt.

I understood her gesture and raised both my arms so she could take my shirt off. She slowly pulled it upward. She did it at her own unhurried pace, and I could only imagine what she was taking in as she peeled my shirt away. It felt intensely erotic being undressed by somebody else. She then unhooked my bra from the back, and I leaned forward to let it drop to the floor. My breasts felt cool and relaxed in a moment of complete, unrestrained freedom. She immediately went for my left breast with her mouth and teased my nipple with her tongue. Her right hand was pinching my right nipple, while her hands held my hips for balance. My head arched back as I reveled in the new sensation. My legs felt weak, and I laid my hands on her shoulders to hold me up.

"I better take you to the sofa before you fall over," Alice said.

She then took my hips and guided me past the coffee table to the sofa, not to sit, but to lie down.

Lying flat on my back, I closed my eyes in anticipation. I could sense that Alice had knelt next to me in front of the sofa, yet for a moment, I was still untouched. I assumed she was taking her time to observe and absorb every inch of my body. The idea of being naked and exposed was so intensely erotic that I found myself pulsing my inner muscles to increase my arousal.

She finally reached out and ran her hand over my right leg. Her hand moved up my thigh while gently stroking, and then moved onto the other thigh and down its legs. Touches began to land randomly on different parts of my body to tease for my reaction. Then she would occasionally touch my erogenous areas to heighten my reaction.

"Hmm, I see now why you asked me to come over to the sofa," I said, sensing that she wanted access to my whole body at her leisure.

"Well yes, I wanted you to be comfortable lying down," Alice said with a smirk.

"Hmph! I am pretty sure it is more for you than it is for me... ah, ah," I said, as she interrupted me with her faster strokes of my clitoris.

After several rapid strokes, it brought me to a high level of arousal, and my mind went numb. Then she slowed her pace to talk.

"Just to let you know, although I canceled the brunch, I rescheduled for them to come here instead."

"Uh-huh," I said while still in a daze.

"I can't wait to show you off!" Alice said gleefully. An image emerged in my head of a group of lesbians looking at me sprawled naked on the sofa. It felt no different than my occasional sex dream where I lost all my clothes and stood naked among all the men with nowhere to escape. That vivid image caused me to spread my legs wider, and Alice took this cue to once again rub my vagina faster.

"No... no..., you cannot show me off to your lesbian friends like this," I pleaded, moving my right hand to cover my breasts and my left hand to cover my pussy, but Alice's hand was already right there.

"I am going to show you off to?... Um... Oooh!" Alice's voice changed from a question to a statement. "Oh, yeah, I am going to show you off to Grabby Gretchen, who loves to grab and grope a naked ass." Then Alice stroked my vagina faster and faster.

"No... no... ah... ah... It can't happen."

She paused her stroke for a second. "Then there is Licky Linda, who likes to lick you all over and finally lick your exposed tits," Alice said, resuming her rapid stroking of my vagina.

"No... no... ah... ah... I will cover myself up."

"You love being exposed to all these lesbians, don't you?" Alice teased as she stroked even faster.

"Ah... ah... ah," I panted, squirming on the sofa and spreading my legs wider and wider to give my vagina full exposure to Alice. She quickened the pace of her strokes against my clitoris, and with a warm lick to my breast, she pushed me right over the edge into a climax.

Alice stopped for me to have a moment for myself and restore my breathing. She got behind me to sit on the sofa and wrapped her arms around my chest. My body completely wilted. That was my third orgasm for this morning.

"Chloe? Where did you get the idea that I was going to show you off to lesbians?" Alice asked softly.

My head was in a daze but I muttered, "You said like-minded women, didn't you".

"Oh! They are my fellow executive friends. We share common struggles to run a company. And I wanted to show you off... as a clothes designer" Alice explained.

My mind had become clearer. "So you were teasing me! There's no Grabby Gretchen and Licky Linda," I asked as I realized the word play on their names.

"Of course there's no Grabby Gretchen or Licky Linda," Alice said with a smile.

Embarrassed about being teased, I turned into her and weakly pounded her chest with my left arm. I pouted and said "You're so mean teasing me like that."

Alice held me tighter to subdue my pounding. "I teased because I saw your enjoyment," she said, "You did enjoy every moment of that didn't you?" She then rubbed my back as I drifted to sleep.