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As Friday approached, each of them looked forward to the weekend in her own way. They actually had to make the reservation for the entire weekend, but they could all make it for that. They also agreed to meet up there for dinner in the restaurant, dressed fancy. The cabin only had two parking spaces, so they doubled up.
Tracy and Sylvia rode together, since they lived together. When alone, they had been talking, more than anything, that week, about Karen's comments. Sylvia was really worried about what Karen might be expecting, but Tracy was much more relaxed. When Sylvia asked if she thought Karen would bring a sex toy, Tracy just said, "I'm sure she will. I am, too."
When Sylvia just looked at her, she said, "don't you even have a vibrator, girl?"
Sylvia blushed crimson, and nodded, but then said, in a whisper, "I've never tried it, though."
Tracy thought for a minute. "Wait a minute. When Bill was here, last year -- you had sex with him in like, ten minutes, right?"
Still blushing, Sylvia nodded again.
"When he left, and you were totally frustrated, you told me you were going to take care of yourself, right?" Another nod. "Wasn't that what you meant?"
Blushing even brighter, Sylvia said, "yes, but I chickened out."
"Oh, baby," said Tracy, and she held Sylvia in her arms. "You poor baby." Then she smiled at her, and said, "you still have that thing, right?"
Sylvia's eyes widened, and she said, a little warily, "yeeees."
"Good. No more being afraid for you. We'll take good care of you. Let's make sure you have batteries for it, and let's make sure you pack it."
Karen had come by to pick up Sandy. "Two big suitcases?"
Sandy just smiled. "I like lingerie, so I brought my whole collection."
"Oh, goody! Me, too!" Then Karen smiled, and said, "did you bring any toys?"
Sandy smiled wider, and put her arms around Karen's neck. "Just one set of three things, but I like to think of it as the ultimate sex toy." She looked into Karen's eyes from a couple of inches away. "Did you bring any toys to share?"
Karen smiled, her arms around Sandy. "My whole collection." She kissed her gently on the lips.
Sandy returned the kiss, giggled, and said, "let's try not to freak out Tracy and Sylvia, but I think this is going to be a VERY fun weekend." Then she kissed her back, once, and said, "let's save that for later. I want to finish getting ready."
A few more minutes later, they were on the road. They had dinner reservations for seven, but they wanted to get checked into the cabin first. The cabin had two queen-sized brass beds, and Tracy and Sylvia had already staked out one, so Karen and Sandy took the other.
By seven, they were ready for dinner, in stately evening gowns. They did not have time to do up their hair, but they had all brushed it out beautifully. The paved walkways allowed them to wear heels, and all of them had the highest they were comfortable wearing.
They had agreed they would start out by seeing how many heads they could turn in the restaurant with nice, but racy, evening wear. All four of the women had beautiful dresses on, and all four showed a great deal of extra skin. It was chilly, so they wore wraps, walking over.
Sylvia, as the shortest, had on a floor-length dress, with decolletage that revealed a good portion of her smaller breasts, ending just above her demi. She and Tracy worked hard for their bodies, and were very proud of them. Her raven hair was striking on her pale skin.
Tracy, four inches taller, had elected to go with a cutout dress that revealed her long waist. Her decolletage came down farther, though, revealing that she did not even have a demi-bra underneath -- not that she needed one. Each side of the top half of the dress attached to a gold ring, a few inches below her breasts, and spreading out below to just around her hips. There was a large, teardrop cutout from the ring to around her navel, showing off her gold belly ring.
Tracy's dress was mostly bare-backed, as well. Her skirt was slit all the way to her crotch, and again on both legs, so she strategically revealed and covered with every step.
Sandy, with her greater height, blond hair, and huge breasts, knew she was going to draw all eyes to her in any case, so she had simply dressed elegantly, with a push demi that supported her breasts enough that no one could mistake how far out they were jutting from her body, yet had nothing but a couple of strings between them. She had enough exposed lace across her breasts that they would have drawn attention, even if they weren't D/E sized. Sandy also had a short skirt, to show off her long legs. The skirt came up especially high in back, occasionally revealing glimpses of her red thong.
All the others were heart-stoppers, but all of them had to concede that Karen won the cardiac competition. Karen was dressed as Eve, but she didn't even have a fig leaf. The only thing she was wearing, aside from her glass pumps, was a snake. It wasn't alive, but it might as well have been, as real as it looked. The python tail rose up from between her legs, bending right so quickly that it just barely avoided exposing her mons, and did leave exposed her crotch to the left of her vulva. It bent to the right, JUST above her left leg, then bent down to go around under her left cheek, then bent left to go up her crack. The snake's body had been cut down at that point, so while it actually covered her better than a thong, only a small portion of the snake body was visible above her crack, making it look as though the rest of the snake was jammed in there.
It rose again, full-sized, from the top of her crack, turning left again to wind around her side to her left breast, where it curved around, incidentally containing her breast partially inside the body of the snake. The body continued up and over her shoulder, hanging in a large loop down her back, and coming up over her right shoulder to end at her right breast. The snake's head ended at her right breast, and the tongue was forked like a snake's tongue, but the beginning part of the tongue clearly contained her nipple.
Karen was covered in every part of her body required by law, yet the overall effect was more erotic than if she had been entirely nude. For one thing, you could look at her from the front, and see a wide and clear view of unbroken skin, running from her chin all the way down to her right foot. You could see a good inch wide section of her bare crotch, although you could not see any of her private parts.
If you looked at her from the right, you could see the snake body going over her shoulder, but you also got a look at a completely bare side, from her shoulders all the way to her feet. It wasn't much more covered if you looked from the left or the rear.
"Girl, you look good enough to EAT," said Sandy, when Karen stepped out of the bathroom with her outfit.
Karen just blushed and smiled, and the snake's tongue stuck out a bit farther.
Karen had warned the restaurant, when making the reservation, that they would be dressed "memorably," but they should plan to seat them as far from families with small children as possible.
Almost every table was occupied by a couple, except for one table of Japanese businessmen, and a few tables of families, which Karen was gratified to see were in a side area. All conversation stopped, as Sandy led the way into the dining room, followed by Karen, and then Tracy and Sylvia.
Going last, Sylvia had the best view of the tables, and she was sure quite a few shins got kicked. She thought she had been daring with HER outfit, but Tracy had far outdone her, Sandy was really pushing the boundaries, and Karen was a 911 call. Sylvia was sure no one would even look at her, but she was surprised to see some goggle-eyed looks her way from the men, and angry looks from the women. The last were especially sweet affirmations of how they looked.
As they got to their table, all blushing, a very flustered waiter sat them, and took their drink orders. They all were feeling VERY pleased.
Tracy leaned over, as soon as the waiter was out of earshot, and said, "I'll bet we just set a record for shins kicked in this place."
"No argument there," said Sylvia. "I've only seen more tongues hanging out at a singles bar."
"No prospects here, though," said Tracy.
"No wolves, you mean," said Karen. "We're not available, remember?"
"I know, I know," said Tracy. "Still, it's nice to be drooled over, isn't it?"
"It is, until they try to grab you," said Sandy with a shudder.
Over dinner, they discreetly continued their conversations from earlier in the week.
"So, Sandy, did he?" said Sylvia, referring to her boss' plans.
"Yup," Sandy giggled. "He couldn't do it before today; I had forgotten that he could just cancel the reservation before today, and it wouldn't cost him anything, so he wouldn't have any leverage.
He was SO upset when he realized I had a prior commitment. It was all I could do not to laugh out loud."
"What's he going to do, do you suppose?" said Karen.
"He was talking to one of the other secretaries, when I left," Sandy said. "I'm torn. I hope the bastard doesn't score, but if he does, he may just continue to do his hunting with the other secretaries, and keep me on for my skills."
"Who was he talking to?" said Karen.
"Gail, of course. The one with the plastic boobs?" Sandy looked sadly down at her own oversized bosom. "I think I would never have gotten this job without these, but now I wish I'd never gotten them."
There was a clank, as Sylvia dropped her fork in astonishment. Everyone looked at her, and she was turning bright red, staring at Sandy's chest. When she realized they were seeing where she was looking, she turned even redder, and averted her eyes.
"You didn't know I had implants?" said Sandy, gently.
Sylvia just shook her head, still red.
"It's okay, Sylvia. It's still me, and they still feel nice when people handle them. I really like how they feel when I walk, too. Right now, though, I just wish I were valued for my brain and my skills, not for my boob size."
"I just, . . . I'm sorry," Sylvia said, "but I had no idea."
"Sylvie, you are such a babe in the WOODS," said Tracy. "Can I tell them?" she said to Sylvia.
"What?" Sylvia had no idea what she was talking about.
Tracy looked around, then leaned forward and said to Karen and Sandy, "Sylvia has never used a vibrator!"
"TRACY!" Sylvia had just realized, in horror, what Tracy was talking about, and was red as a beet.
"Oh, you poor thing!" said Karen.
"You've been deprived, girl," said Sandy. "What do you do, when you go out on a date, and come home frustrated and horny?"
"And we all know THAT's happened," said Tracy.
"I, I, I don't know," said Sylvia, still red. She had thought all the rest would be shocked at her, but then what they were saying registered. "You mean, you ALL have?"
"Of COURSE, baby," said Tracy, "that's what I'm talking about. You have to be able to take care of yourself, when the jerk won't take care of you."
Sylvia was feeling overwhelmed. She really did not want to be talking about this right now, but her nipples felt tight, and she felt a warmth in the pit of her stomach.
"PLEASE tell us that you at least get yourself off with your hands," said Karen.
"Yes, I mean, NO! I, I mean, oh, damn, yes, I guess I have. Just a couple of times, though. The last time," she said to Tracy, "was after Bill." She was completely embarrassed, now, and wanted to cry. At the same time, her nipples were starting to ache, and the pit of her stomach was getting warmer.
"I don't know about you guys," said Tracy to the others, "but my hands work pretty well, when Rocky isn't available."
"Rocky?" said Sylvia.
"Rocky is MY lap dog," Tracy snickered. "He turns on when I turn him on, and he turns off when I turn him off, and" she glanced around, "he'll give me what I want, for as LONG as I want it."
All the ladies chuckled at that, including Sylvia, although she was still embarrassed.
"That reminds me," said Sandy, "What do you guys have against lap dogs?"
"Me, nothing," said Karen. "Sylvia wants a 'real man', but I'd be PERFECTLY happy with a lap dog. 'Eat me, honey,' 'yes, dear,' 'okay, I'm ready now, fuck me, honey,' 'yes, dear,' 'I didn't get all the way off, honey, eat me again,' 'yes, dear.'"
"Oh, you're REALLY dreaming, if you think you'll find a guy who will do THAT," said Tracy. "Eat you AFTER he's come in you? I don't THINK so."
"Yeah, well, that's the nice thing about lap dogs," said Sandy, dreamily, "they just do what you tell them -- whatEVER you tell them."
Sylvia looked over at Sandy in surprise. Karen had been fairly outspoken about her sexual needs for as long as they'd known her, but Sandy had always seemed more reserved.
They had a good, long dinner, joking all through it. They were all feeling mellow and comfortable with each other, when they got back to the room. "Lingerie!" said Sandy, making it into the bathroom first with a nightgown.
"Good idea," said Tracy, and they each grabbed something frilly.
When Sandy came out, she was wearing a nightgown, but it was lacy enough and transparent enough to be more of an invitation than just a comfortable gown. Her very large breasts were held comfortably, but they were still more exposed than not, and nothing anywhere was opaque. You could just barely tell that there were no panties on under the gown.
"Wow, Sandy, that's really hot," Karen said, as Tracy slipped into the bathroom next.
"Thanks," Sandy said. "I figured we should each switch lingerie every time we use the bathroom. I started with my tamest piece, and figured we could go on from there."
"That's your TAMEST piece?" said Sylvia. She was thinking she could never dare to wear something that exciting. HER nightgown, was, well, a nightgown, made for sleeping. She had brought one piece of racy lingerie, but did not know if she could bring herself to put it on. Sandy's boobs were really intimidating.
Sandy just laughed. "No one here but us chickens," she said. "One thing nice about not having guys around is that I know you all can enjoy my body, but you aren't going to just tear this stuff off and attack me."
Then she saw what Sylvia was holding. "Dear, PLEASE tell me you aren't just going to wear a grandma gown." When Sylvia just blushed, Sandy said, "did you bring anything else?"
Before Sylvia could answer, Tracy switched places with Karen. Tracy had on a teddy, and it revealed even more than Sandy's. Because she had smaller-than-average breasts like Sylvia's, Tracy was a lot easier for Sylvia to look at.
"Sylvie," said Tracy, "did you bring that green babydoll I gave you for Christmas last year?"
"I, I did, but I can't wear THAT!"
"It, well, it doesn't have a BOTTOM!"
They all laughed at that. "It isn't supposed to, dear," said Tracy. "Just go put this thing away and get that one, or you can't use the bathroom." Tracy turned Sylvia around, and swatted her bottom.
Sylvia didn't really let her friend boss her around like that all the time, but it did feel like it, sometimes. She hopped uncomfortably over to her suitcase, and got the babydoll, getting back just in time to pass Karen coming out.
Karen no longer had her snake outfit on. Instead, she wore a lace top that hid nothing, exposing her beautiful C/D breasts to full view. Below, she had on a pleated mini-skirt which must not have been more than eight inches tall. From the looks of it, it was taped to her body, crossing JUST above her mons, and equally low across her tush.
As she got to recycle her wine, Sylvia found herself wondering if Karen had anything on UNDER that skirt. "I'll bet not," she thought. That meant that Sandy AND Karen were uncovered, down below.
When she was done with washing her hands, it was time to put on the babydoll. She hung up her dress, and put the babydoll on. Looking at herself in the mirror, she realized that it was long enough, with her boob size, to cover the front of her panties, so she wouldn't be TOTALLY exposed.
She actually thought seriously about keeping her panties on, but they were a contrasting color, and would look totally wrong.
With a deep breath, she took off the panties, and checked herself in the mirror again. Well, it wasn't what you could call decent, but it was just a girls' party, right? Thank goodness she had shaved this morning. She took down her dress, and opened the door.
They greeted her with a cheer, and she got hugs from them all. Karen was starting the fire. They pushed the two beds together, so they had a big, soft area near the fire, where they could all sit, and talk.
"Just a minute," said Sandy, throwing on her wrap, and opening her purse. To Sylvia's astonishment, a small dog jumped out of the purse, with a growl at Sandy. "I know," said Sandy, "you've been very patient." Sandy snapped a leash on him, and took him outside. Tracy looked at Karen and Sylvia, and said, "was he in her purse all through dinner?"
"I think he was," said Sylvia. "I saw her put a meat scrap in there during dinner!"
"Quiet dog," said Karen.
Sandy was back in a minute, and they got themselves a round of drinks, and settled down on the bed. Sandy set Popper down on the bed. After making the circuit of women, sniffing their knees, and trying to sniff their vaginas, he curled up in between Sandy's thighs. Sylvia did not let him anywhere near her crotch, but she was surprised that Tracy let him get close enough to give her a good sniff, even though she did not let him touch her. Sylvia was even more surprised that Karen didn't block him at all. He didn't just come in to give her bare vagina a sniff, he came all the way in to thrust his little nose right against her labia to give a hearty snuff, then licked his chops as he was going over to Sandy.
"Here's to girlfriends!" said Sandy. "Thank you for protecting my virtue by coming out here."
"Hear, hear!" said Tracy. "It was a good idea in its own right. We should have done this a long time ago."
"Here's to sitting with three other beautiful women in sexy lingerie," said Karen, and they all drank to that, although Sylvia wasn't altogether comfortable with the direction of the toast.
"Here's to good stories," said Tracy. "I think we should each pick our three raciest stories, and start with the tamest of the three, getting wilder as we go."
"How, how racy should they be?" said Sylvia, who was feeling very confused, as her nipples were hurting again, and her stomach felt warm, but she was thinking she SHOULD be uncomfortable with this.
"As racy as you can make them, sweetie," said Sandy, who was definitely feeling her wine. "I'll go first."
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