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It all started the other day when Karen, my neighbour phoned me.
鐈i Jim, it𠏋 me, Karen�
𣽿i! How are you?�
㶏𠍿 fine. Listen� could you come over here and help me with a problem?�
It wasn㦙 like Karen to be so direct, but I didn㦙 really bother that time. So I answered 廍ure, when?�
𡤃hhh� Right away, I think�
幈K. I𠑥l be right over. I𠑥l just have to cover my modesty� (It was Saturday afternoon, but I had been out with my college fellows the night before).
䥲reat! Bye.�
She hung up before giving me time to greet back. I was a bit baffled, but figured I should help her as much as I can, and so I jumped into my favourite jeans (the one𠏋 most used) and did one of my quickest morning procedures ever. Only a few minutes after her call, I had stepped over the corridor and knocked on her door.
鏠ome in� I heard her call in immediate response.
Karen is my closest neighbour, both in physically and relational aspects. She had been that since she helped me moving in, and I invited her for coffee afterwards. After such a good start, everything could only get better, and we soon became friends. Our friendship had matured over the last year, primarily because of late-night chats when one (or both) of us had been out. But they had never 𢡠ead to anything� (nudge-nudge). And to be frank, I really don㦙 know why. We are both single, and Karen surely is attractive - which leads to the conclusion that she doesn㦙 find me more attractive than her previous goats (as I like to refer to her grunge ex-boyfriends). We were both single at this time, so there was no road blocks ahead, for that matter.
I stepped in, and was met by her clad in a very nice tight evening dress. It was in a shiny blue material, and covered her curvy forms just perfect. She stood quite stiff in the bedroom. The scene made me, unshaven and clad in a hangover-T-shirt and baggy jeans look like a homeless in an instant.
𨯗m I very late to yesterdays� party, or what?� I managed to pop out (one of my better, I confess).
That answer made her laugh, in her sweet, low way. 㛝eah, and jacket𠏋 required in here, mind you. But no, seriously, can you get in here�.
I went into the bedroom, which I realised was darkened, which I thought was curious at this hour. But I didn㦙 comment it. Closer to her, she looked even more beautiful in the dress, but I could also see that she had no make-up of any kind and that her hair was undone. No party missed, I concluded.
After a short silence, she started. 尞isten, I bought this dress a couple of days ago at the DKNY store. I thought it was fabulous, and it was a sale as well. I was thinking of wearing it tonight at a dinner party, so I tried it now to see how it looked with some other stuff. But with the heat outside and all�
She trailed of. I couldn㦙 follow the lead, so after a while I had to fill in. 㛝eah?�
㜁hen I tried to take it off, it wouldn㦙�
㜁hat?�
鏠ome off!�
I was still in the mist (remember it was my day after). 㜁hat do you mean?�
This made her (rightfully) irritated, and she started talking like she used to. 𨧻 mean 倴ome off� as in take off piece of clothing. As in get out of garment. As in this piece of textile is stuck to this piece of body!�
𨧻𠐔e tried reaching some of my female friends,� she continued, 弎ut no one is home. Now will you help me?�
廍ure. But didn㦙 you try it in the store?�
幈f course I did!� she snapped back. 𠐓ut it wasn㦙 as hot then, stupid. Now the material is stuck on me like it𠏋 glued!�
She had her hands to her sides, and her eyes tried to kill me with lightning bolts. And maybe it was the electricity that made the whole situation dawn on me. After a few moments where we both calmed down, I answered. 廍o you want me to pull this dress off you?�
𣫮ight, Einstein� she said with a warmer tone. 𨧻f I try it myself, I have to bend a little � and then it is stuck, the little piece of rubbish!
𨯗nd I guess you don㦙 want to rip apart this little piece of DKNY 𩹨ubbish� I answered before going down on my knees in front of her.
孏hat𠏋 right, mister. Now get going�
I took hold of the dress at her knees and started pulling up. The first part was easy � as she probably already had figured out. I got up to her thighs before a question dawned on me.
㜁hat are you wearing under?� I suddenly asked, standing with my face to her crotch, and my hands on her firm thighs.
𡤃mm, that𠏋 the thing� I am not wearing anything underneath� she breathed out, a bit to calmly. 𨧻t𠏋 kind of dress that doesn㦙 allow that. Why do you think I went to hell and back to find a girl friend?�
It hadn㦙 occurred to me that there existed such dresses, so the thought started my mind going. But the question was obviously rhetorical, so I continued in silence. Up here, it was really clamped to her, and I had to take a real grip on her thighs to get it upwards, but still it only moved inch by inch. My hands had to touch all over her legs, which couldn㦙 leave me undisturbed (and did seem to make her response as well � her breathing was consciously casual, if you get my meaning).
I slowly got the dress up to just beneath her bottom, where it seemed to stay stuck. No small inching upwards would move past her round bum. I could feel the warmth of it underneath the clothing. While admiring her golden, glistening legs, I said to her. 𨧻 think we𠑥l have to be less cautious now. Are you ready for a little extra push?�
㛝eah, sure. Whatever makes it come off� she answered looking down on me.
幈kay. One, two, three, go!� I said mostly to myself as I gave the hands extra force. The material stretched and bulged at first, but with a slight swishing sound it passed her bum and crotch in a single move. All the lower part of her dress now rested on her hips, along with my hands.
Which soon made me realise that I was sitting on my knees in front of my best friend (my best and beautiful friend, I corrected myself) with my hands on her hips and looking straight at her trimmed bush of pubic hair, only inches away. I stared in awe, paralysed by the situation. I noticed that the hair was glimmering of moist, as I in my memory went through my hand𠏋 movements over her hips again and again. I could feel her looking on me, but she didn㦙 do anything. After a few seconds (that felt like years), I looked up at her and met her gaze. She just smiled at me, with no stiffness in her eyes at all, only warmth.
Finally, she spoke. 𡤃mm, maybe I should get something on me, down there� my hands suddenly found themselves hanging in thin air as she turned around and went for some clothing. I watched her tight bum and legs move away from me, as I slowly stepped up. My penis was undoubtedly wide awake.
She soon found a pair of panties and took them on, for a last time revealing her nice bush for me, this time from behind. Didn㦙 it glitter a little extra at the bottom? On her way back, she couldn㦙 help but glance on the bulge in front of my jeans, but she did a good scene of not noticing. Standing in front of me, she instead turned around and stretched her arms up. 岞aybe you could help me with the rest as well?� she asked in her low, almost purring tone.
I obliged immediately, placing my hands on her hips once more and started pulling the dress upwards inch by inch again. This part was also quite easy, but I had to stand quite close to her, as I had to reach almost all the way round her to be able to pull the whole dress up. In doing so, my flag-shaped penis came close enough to touch her bottom, and making it even worse, moving the dress upwards caused her bottom to move gently and by that caressing my penis slightly. I𠍿 sure she felt me from behind, but I𠍿 not sure she knew what part of me that touched her. On the other hand, if she knew, her movements maybe weren㦙 so unconscious.
I easily uncovered her lower back and started making it across her breasts. I quickly realised that no bra existed underneath, and I was not the least surprised by that. Without thinking, I moved upwards and soon became conscious of the fact that I halfway through had placed both my hands right on top of her breasts, and with that thought I stopped in an instant. I could feel the warmth of them in my palms, and also, the slow rising of her nipples. I couldn㦙 help breath more heavily now, but she apparently didn㦙 object, as I could hear that she did the same.
We stood like that for a few more years (= seconds), during which we both breathed in slow, deep rhythm. But finally she broke the spell by urging me to continue, though not without regret in her voice. I forced my hands to continue upwards, and they soon left her full breasts and with that her body. The rest was a walk in the park and two instants later I held my dress in her hand. She turned around and I got to see her full body one more time, before she leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
孏hanks. I better get going now� she said and moved to the closet.
As in a haze, I said goodbye and went back to my place.
Almost as soon as I came in, I let my pants down and fell down on the bed. My penis was still rock-hard, and as I masturbated, I imagined my neighbour doing the same, with her golden legs stretched out far from each other and with only her panties halfway on, slowly dangling from her leg. My cum left me in a matter of seconds, but the new image of my neighbour stayed longer. In fact, it was changed forever.
She called me the day after.
鐈i, Karen� I answered, more cheerfully than the last time. I hadn㦙 been out the night before this time, remember?
But this time, her voice had more Johnny Walker in it than the man himself. 幈h, God� she said almost to herself.
Oblivious to such statements, I continued 鐈ow was yesterday?�
�Great� she answered after a little while. 𨧻 had great fun � most of the time. Lots of alcohol, and lots of nice boys. But�
She trailed off. 𠐓ut what?� I urged her to continue, and I think that I in my subconscious already knew the answer.
�but as soon as I started conversation with any of them, I started feeling your hands all over me again. On my hips, my bum and my class=SpellE>bre�
I didn㦙 want to hear more. 𨧻 couldn㦙 get it out of my head either� I broke her off.
㛝eah, embarrassing, the whole situation, wasn㦙 it?�
That wasn㦙 my thought, but I let her continue. 廍o you ruined my chance of getting sex�
This time I had to protest. 鐈ey! I wasn㦙 the one asking for help!� I exclaimed.
There was a pause, after which she continued 幞o, your right, I𠍿 sorry. And if you think I called you to get you upset, you𠆫e wrong.�
幈kay, then. Why did you call me?�
𨧻 need your help. I need to go to the store to get my money back for that lousy dress, and I𠍿 kind of guessing that it𠏋 not going to be easy. So I want you to join, as you are my witness�
More than a witness, I wanted to say, but instead I became 廍ure, I𠑥l meet you outside in just a couple of minutes, okay?�
幈kay. Great!� she said, I could almost hear her smiling of gratefulness.
The trip to the DKNY store took only a few minutes with the subway, during which we small-chatted, never mentioning either the dress that she brought in the bag she had gotten it in, or the day before. This store was one of those new fashion-designed one that had lifestyle painted all over it, where young and beautiful people were supposed to just like to stay. There was a TV and a couch in the centre, in which a bunch of those young-and-beautiful sat and watched a movie, that turned out to be 餹atrix�. I felt as if I had stopped at the wrong country. But luckily, one of us fit into the scene. We went to the desk, and Karen saw that it was the same cashier behind it as when she had bought it. We both thought that would make it easier. How wrong we were.
鐈i. I want to get my money back for this lousy dress that I bought the other day.� Karen said in her most diplomatic tone, holding up the piece. I whistled softly at that.
The woman at the desk immediately frowned. 㜁e never do that� she snapped back 𡤃nless there𠏋 a fabrication error. Especially not if you have used it. Have you?�
㛝es, I have. That𠏋 how I found out. The problem is that that garment cannot stand heat like this.� It really was hot outside today, even more than yesterday.
㜁hat happens with it?� the woman asked in a disbelieving tone.
𨧻t� gets stuck on you� Karen almost whispered back, suddenly embarrassed of all the people around.
㜁hat?� the cashier said, part because she wasn㦙 expecting a whisper, and part of more disbelief of what she had heard.
𨧻t𠏋 impossible to get off!� Karen said then, much louder. I felt as if the whole store turned towards us in silence, which probably was completely untrue.
It got the woman a bit off-guard. 𨧻 don㦙 believe you� she said after a while.
𠐓ut it𠏋 true!� Karen said, now in an angry voice, because she wasn㦙 trusted. 鐈e𠏋 my witness�, she continued, pointing at me.
The cashier wasn㦙 persuaded by that at all. She probably felt her sales bonus leave, and therefore fought back. 㜁hat does that prove, more than that you have a fellow charlatan? I think you𠐔e had second thoughts about this dress, and that you𠆫e too dumb to come up with a better explanation than that!�
That last thing really got Karen going. No help from her, and getting insulted as well! 㜁hat?!� was the only thing she got out, though.
𨧻f you want to get your money back, you𠑥l have to prove that you𠆫e no lying!�
That got Karen stunned to silence, a very rare moment. She looked at the cashier, then at the dress (probably thinking of its price tag), and then at the fitting room a couple of metres away.
幈kay� she finally said. 𨧻f you promise I get my money back if I show you the problem�. The woman only nodded in response, so Karen went to the fitting room and drew the curtain up for cover.
I stayed at the counter, and saw her feet in her high-heeled shoes from behind the curtain rise one by one, and after that, the skirt swishing by one of her legs. I remembered wondering why she had used such shoes, but she was rather good at using them. Some more sound from behind told me that she continued, and I imagined her removing her top and bra. Finally, I saw the panties come down her legs and lifted from the floor. It was no problem for me imagining her standing inside the booth completely naked, as I almost had seen her like that yesterday. I only had to add her shoes.
I heard the dress get drawn on quite rudely, and after that she called us in. The booth was quite large, but it wasn㦙 made for three people. We managed, somehow, both me and the woman standing behind her.
尞ook what happens when I try to take it off myself� Karen said and bent over in order to start removing the dress. It fit very tightly, and I could already see a faint glimmer all over her because of the heat. The air conditioning probably couldn㦙 handle this extreme temperature. The dress got a few inches up, and then stuck. Just as expected from two of us.
The woman frowned. 𨧻 see,� she said after a while. She bent forward and tugged some at the hem of the dress, which wasn㦙 very willing to move. 㜁ell, I guess you𠆫e right then.� she said after a while. 𣫮emove it and come out to the desk, and you𠑥l get your money back� She went out past us.
This left Karen much happier, but with that dress on one more time. 𨧻 guess I was foresighted, bringing you with me. Will you help me one more time? Pro?� she added, smiling back at me.
There was no need in asking me twice. I knew she was naked behind that garment again and secretly wanted to se her as God (it must have been him) had created her again. I bent a bit forward and took hold of her thighs again, at the same time urging her to raise her arms in order to make things easier later on.
She did that, and I counted to three one more time, this time knowing more of what force that was needed.
�Three!� I said, and pulled the dress up � a bit. It stuck halfway up her bottom. I knew I had used about the same force as needed last time, but I guess it was stuck even more this time.
幈ops!� I said, 𨧻 guess I need some more brute strength this time.�
幈kay, whatever� Karen answered still with her hands up.
幈ne� Two� Three!� I counted a second time, and pulled with full strength upwards. Not even the dress could withstand that, so her bum got freed an instant later. But my hands continued upwards with the dress, now without any resistance, so it passed her waist in no time and her breasts as well without stopping. Only halfway up her arms and covering her head, it stopped.
幈uch!� Karen said, as I found myself string at her naked body from behind. But only for a second though. The sudden movement had surprised her as much as me, and got her off balance as well. As I removed my hands, which I did very quickly out of chock, I saw her stumble forward on her high heels (I knew that was a bad idea) and crash right into the curtain, trying to get a hold of something, anything. Remember that she couldn㦙 see anything from behind the dress.
The curtain wouldn㦙 take her momentum though, and gave away with a ripping sound, sending poor Karen, naked and blind, staggering right out into the store. Her bronze legs haltered a few quick steps before she bumped into the couch and fell right over it, landing in one of the guys� lap. Still with her dress over her head, she struggled in panic to get out of it, and succeeded.
She looked up from her position and saw right up into a young boys� stunned face, looking down of this beautiful naked woman who suddenly had fallen into his knee from out of nowhere. Her large but firm breasts, her curved waist, and her neatly trimmed black bush was visible to almost everyone. She sat up and looked around at all the people standing there in silence, gaping at her. Then, in what seemed ages after, she looked down on herself and realised that she was sitting naked in a guys� lap, in the middle of a DKNY store! Her beautiful bronze skin tone all of a sudden got redder (something that made it even better).
She looked at me, her eyes getting bigger by the second, and then panicked again. She got up, not so deftly as wanted still in her shoes, and started making it back to our both. Halfway there, she realised that it had no curtain to protect her, so she changed course mid-through and dashed for the only available cover, a booth next to that. No thought apparently crossed her mind that it might be occupied�
I stepped out of our stall, just in time to see her throw away the curtain from the other, and in that completely exposing a young, blond woman standing only in class=SpellE>tanga panties examining herself in the mirrors (remember that you almost had to be a model to get into this store in the first place). The young woman jumped at the sudden noise and movement, turned around and got faced by a bewildered naked bronze-skinned woman who had just shown her to the whole store. Screaming, she gave Karen a push that sent the stumbling backwards, and drew back the curtain.
Karen had no chance to regain balance this time either, so she landed on her back in middle of the store. And there, the panic left her, and she seemed to calm down. Everyone around her, including me, indulged the scene of this young goddess of some sort, sitting naked in front of her. I imagine the girls were as jealous of her looks as we men were exalted.
Realising that nothing in this world could get this situation more embarrassing, Karen deliberately got up, making a show of her suddenly found grace, and slowly went with slightly wavering hips towards the counter, where her nemesis stood. She stayed a bit broad-bent a meter from the desk and held out the dress, that she still held in her hand. 鐈ave I done enough to get my money back for this?� she asked the cashier with a voice dripping of contempt.
The woman couldn㦙 dare meet her eyes, and stared at her torso all the time she laid the money on the desk. Still as in slow-motion, and probably realising that she now had turned the whole situation to her advantage, she turned to me and asked me to give me her clothes. I stepped back and fumbled for them behind me, barely able to take my eyes from her, and went to her with them.
She totally had us. It was almost better to see her put on her clothes than it would have been seeing her strip right there. First the panties, then the bra. The top falling in place over that, and finally the skirt. She then took her money, and turned to me. 𨧻 don㦙 think I like this store.� she said, 𢡠et𠏋 get out of here�.
Only after passing two blocks, she started shaking, and I had to bring her to a nearby caf� to calm down. We only sat there, looking at each other for a long, long time.
Afterwards, I never had the guts to tell her of the movie I received from a colleague of mine via an e-mail. 孏otally awesome. Must see!� was his comment in the mail. I totally agreed, knowing that I already had.