Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: The Feminist by Mistress (MF, mast, toys)
Date: 14 Oct 1995 14:17:57 GMT

			    The Feminist
				 by
			       Mistress

	It was late in the summer, a Saturday and I was at home
watching a ball game. My wife's brother and his wife had driven down
for the weekend. Later that night we were planning on going out and
hitting a few bars. My wife and her brother were out visiting some
more of the in-laws, and his wife had gone to the mall for some
shopping.

	I was at home watching the Braves lose another one, (before
they turned the team around), when my sister-in-law returned. She told
me she had bought some new clothes and asked if I wanted to see them.
I said sure, and went back to watching the game. She then went upstairs
and began changing. When she returned, she was wearing this black mini
dress, and some long heels. As she walked across the room modeling the
outfit, I could tell she had visited the lingerie shop, the bottom of
her dress would swing up exposing her creamy white thighs, and decided
she must have also bought stocking to go with the outfit. As thoughts
of how to get my wife in an outfit like that ran through my mind, she
bent over and removed her shoe.

	All interest in the game were now gone, as I gazed up her
extended legs, and could just see the bottom of her panties as she
adjusted her shoe, when suddenly I noticed she was looking my way. I
quickly diverted my gaze, and asked her if this was what she was
planning on wearing tonight. She replied she wasn't sure, but how did
I like it. I said great, and she said she wanted to try on another
outfit.

	When she returned, she was wearing this black bustier, with
aqua trim around the neckline. The fabric was very sheer, and you
could see the outline of her nipples through the material. I was
shocked, to say the least. She proceeded to stroll across the living
room, moving quite gracefully in those tall heels. She then wanted to
know what I thought about this outfit. I said great. As she was
returning up the stairs, I thought I better get out of this situation
before it gets out of hand. So I told her I was going to shower and get
ready.

	At a time like this a cold shower was what I needed, but when
I got to the bathroom, I changed my mind, and decided on a warm bath.
We had our own private bathroom off of the master bedroom, so I filled
the tub and got in. The water was warm, and as I lay there, I began
to daydream. I then took my large erection in hand, and began to
slowly stroke it. I figured a little fantasy wouldn't hurt, and began
lathering up my hand with the soap. As I laid there, visions of my
sister-in-law danced in my head.

	Before I could finish with the job in hand, in walks my
sister-in-law. I quickly submerged myself under the water and drew
the washcloth over my private part. This sort of looked like a flag on
a flagpole I guess. She then explained she just wanted to know if her
outfit obtained the desired effect. In my stupor, I began trying to
play stupid. She further explained she had been outside the door
watching through the louvered panels for several minutes, and knew
what was going on. By now, my erection was completely gone, as my mind
raced for something to respond with. Before I could come up with
anything, she remarked, she was going to join me.

	She then disappeared, and I began trying to figure out just
what to do. Before I could come up with something, she returned, and
moved towards the tub. Surprising enough, she was still dressed to in
lace outfit. When she reached the tub she sat down on the toilet, and
produced one of those black vibrators with the gold tops. She then
propped one leg up on the tub as to give me a better view, and began
to make use of her toy.

	As I sat and gawked, my hard on quickly returned. The low hum
of the vibrator was now straining under the increased pressure she was
putting upon it. She then reached down, and unfastened the snaps
holding the fabric across her crotch, thus exposing her beautiful
auburn hair.

	She would carefully run the instrument down and barely insert
it. With it moistened, she returned back to the top. This was driving
me crazy, and I decided not to waste a good thing. While she enjoyed
herself, I would indulge myself. After lathering up, I returned to
stroking myself again. The sounds of the low buzz only heightened the
excitement. It didn't take long for my delight to finally come
forward, and leave its residue across my chest. With that, my sister-
in-law remarked how she hadn't meant to spoil my fun, but couldn't
stand not seeing better what was going on, and how she truly enjoyed
it. She then remarked that this would be our little secret.