Dress For Less

Dress For Less

Kate was counting out time. Her fourth anniversary dinner with Jeff, her husband, was a complete disaster. She couldn't take that awful thought out of her mind. Her marriage was sinking into boredom, and somehow she knew it was her fault. Her hopes of having a sex that night, after all it was their anniversary, had disappeared. All she wanted was her husband to pay the bill and leave that fucking fancy restaurant.

In her mind, Jeff was having an affaire. She didn't have any clue, but in the last year her husband was returning home late in a daily basis. Kate could easily remember both times they had sex for a hole year. Both times Jeff took it as a work he had to do, no matter he liked it or not.

Now, Jeff was sitting in silence in front of her. His eyes were staring at a nearby table where two women in her early thirties were dining. It wouldn't have been a problem for Kate if her husband were doing it casually. What really bothered her was the fact he was doing it on purpose.

• It seems you've found something interesting to look at, honey.

Jeff grinned. Now, he was getting from Kate the attention he intended to get.

• In fact, yes. I must say I am quite surprised you ask about it.

Kate hesitated about ending the conversation or pushing her husband further. What made her decide to go on was Jeff's strangely confident attitude.

• You're surprised? How do you think I feel about it? You've been ignoring me at least for an hour, and you dare to….

• Ok. That's enough. Let's talk it straight. Do you want to know or not?

• Know what?

• If I found something interesting to look at.

At this moment Kate had to discard her planned answer. She was curious about where the discussion could lead.

• Well honey, enlighten me please.

• I am looking at the blonde on the silver dress. I find her very attractive.

It made Kate to look at her immediately. Her eyes scanned every inch of the blonde in the nearby table in a matter of seconds. Kate had to recognize, at least to herself, that her husband was right. The blonde was wearing a silver gray taffeta cocktail dress, with a matching bolero jacket. Her hair was carefully arranged in an elegant updo, complementing her sophisticate look with jewelry, hose and high heel pumps. What neither Jeff nor Kate knew, was that Jillian, the blonde lady, and her friend had just left a boring cocktail party.

• Well, she's attractive. What's your point?

• The point is she dressed up to make an statement.

Kate's curiosity was growing. It seemed her husband had planned this conversation for months.

• And that statement is…..

• The statement is : I am a beautiful woman and I am not afraid to show it. I like to dress in a feminine way and I don't care if dressing like a lady trucker is more comfortable.

• What are you meaning? Do you think I dress like a trucker?

• Almost. The last time I can remember you dressing up for me was the wedding night.

The waiter came with the bill. Kate realized it couldn't be more opportune. Her husband was completely right again. When the waiter left with credit card voucher signed, Kate was ready to continue.

• And that's the reason why we never have sex. Isn't it honey?

• The reason is because you don't seem to be attracted to me anymore, Kate. If you were interested in me, you would try to seduce me, at least once in a while. You are a beautiful woman. You could try, and look better than any other woman.

Now, Kate was disabled. She knew Jeff was talking sincerely, and the key to revive their marriage was in her hands. Kate looked at herself, dressed in boring black slacks, white shirt and black ankle boots, almost no makeup and her auburn hair arranged in a bun. It was a noticeable contrast with the dressy blonde.

• I'd like to know more honey. What does that blonde have that turns you on?

• In first place, it's clear she have dressed up for somebody. She took care for the details. If you look carefully, you may notice her shoes and purse match perfectly with her clothes. She also is confident enough to wear a nice pair of real nylon stockings, and though her makeup is perfect, I can bet she will refresh it before she leaves the restaurant.

Kate was more than surprised. Though she looked at the blonde carefully, she didn't pay attention to so many details. She looked at her again and quickly noticed the darker stocking tops barely showing below the hem of the dress, and the gray satin 4" pumps with matching purse.

• And you would like me to dress like her?

• I am not asking so much. I just wanted you to realize what I like.

• But what if I dress like her?

The mere thought of Kate getting dressed up like the blonde gave Jeff a nice hard on. He was going to answer when, as he predicted, Jillian stood up. After grabbing her purse she sexily walked to the restrooms. Kate automatically saw the opportunity, grabbed her handbag and also stood up.

• Wait for me in the car honey. It will take only a few minutes.

Jeff hesitated, not knowing what his wife was going to do. When he was going to ask, Kate was already heading to the restrooms. There was nothing else to do but going to pick the car.

Meanwhile, Kate entered the ladies restrooms. As Jeff anticipated, she was refreshing her already perfect makeup. No one else was there, and after Kate spent a few seconds evaluating her options she walked directly to the blonde.

• Nice dress!

• Thank you.

• I was wondering if you would accept swapping clothes with me.

Jillian looked at Kate from head to toes. She returned Kate a stupid smile for what she considered a stupid joke and resumed her makeup. Kate stepped forward until her hips slightly pushed at Jillian's, making her to step back and face Kate. Her blue eyes turned towards Kate's ice cold expression, but as Kate resumed her approach, she had to look away from her and step backwards until the wall stopped her.

• Don't turn your face off me, bitch. I don't have the whole night to wait you to decide.

• To decide what?

• Which way you prefer, silly. Maybe you like the hard one.

Jillian suddenly started to feel fear when Kate pinned her wrists against the wall. She wanted to push Kate away, but her body seemed to be paralyzed. Kate took advantage of it, keeping the grip on the blonde's wrists and pushing her into a stall. Jillian's heels clinked in the marble floor until Kate pinned her against the stall wall. Her toothpick arms weren't a challenge for Kate's muscular complexion. Both ladies had to spread her legs at both sides of the toilet. The gorgeous blonde made no attempt to stop Kate, who was feeling powerful and excited at the same time. It was going to be much easier than she anticipated, and according to wetness developing in her crotch, much more exciting.

• W-what are you doing? Let me go!

• I'll let you go when I have your fancy clothes. You may choose the easy way, and you'll leave this toilet unharmed and dressed with my clothes. Of course you may also choose the hard way, and I'll walk away from this toilet with your clothes, leaving you trashed and nude.

Jillian's heart pumped furiously as she started sobbing. Kate released the grip on her wrists and lifted her chin with her index finger. Her arms dropped and her blue eyes tried not to look at Kate, who threatened her again.

• I'll start punching your pretty face, bitch. It's that what you want?

As an answer, Jillian removed her short jacket, revealing the nice sweetheart cleavage of the dress. Her round breasts were perfectly held by the dress.

Kate found hard to understand why that stupid girl submitted so easily. She was also confused about the reasons of her growing excitement. Maybe it was because she anticipated a night of torrid sex with her husband, but dominating that gorgeous lady was also turning her on. Kate's only previous lesbian experience was at the end of high school, when she forced Tammy, the cheerleader's team captain to lick her pussy after a brawl on the lockers room. Now she was feeling quite the same way. It was something more about power rather than sex, or at least that feeling was more acceptable than assuming the blonde was turning her on.

As time was running against her intentions, Kate had to put her hands at work. And she did it literally, grabbing the sobbing blonde's firm breasts pulling her forwards. As her victim complained, Kate slapped her left cheek.

• Shut up bitch! Give me the dress now!

• Stop please! Why you….

The second slap landed on right cheek. The perfect makeup on Jillian's face did a good work hiding the reddening of her porcelain skin. Jillian complied promptly. When the dress was gone, her 36 C breast bounced freely, and a set of white lace panties and garterbelts were revealed. Her manicured hands covered her round breast. She almost couldn't bear the humiliation, but she still was unable to react against her tormentor. Kate's envy and arousal grew at the sight of the beautiful lady in her sexy lingerie. Jillian had a perfect hourglass figure with slender endless legs to die for. The tiny lace triangle of her white lace tong allowed a glimpse of her blonde pubic hair. A delicate black satin bow decorated each of the garters, making a lovely contrast with her milky white thighs. Jillian was a couple of inches taller than Kate, but with the 4" pumps on, and the updo of her hair, she looked a foot taller.

While Kate started to undress, her mind was flooded by images of Tammy submitting to her on the high school lockers. Jillian's submissive behavior reminded her how Tammy's attitude changed after the trashing Kate gave to her. Her blue eyes looked exactly in the same way than Jillian's, pleading Kate to stop whatever she was going to do. But Kate never left anything unfinished. Once Kate was completely naked, and her bargain clothes piled over the toilet, her right hand reached Jillian's lace covered crotch. Jillian's delicate hands tried to cover her crotch, but it was a feeble attempt to stop Kate, who tightly grabbed Jillian's left wrist. Kate applied all the pressure she could on Jillian's tiny wrist, making the poor blonde squeal at the pain.

• Ooouch! You're hurt…

Jillian's complaint was interrupted by Kate's left hand finger invading her pussy. Kate buried her middle finger on Jillian's dry clit together with the lacy fabric of her panties. When Kate added her index finger and pushed up harder, Jillian's body trembled and her slender stockinged legs flickered. Her stiletto heels lost contact with the floor as she was being forced to stand on her toes by Kate's relentless probing. As Kate buried her fingers deeper, Jillian's creamy bright red lips formed an O and a loud moan came from her mouth. Kate felt the blonde's juices moistening the lace panties and her invading fingers, but also realized somebody else could come to the restrooms momentarily. Her primary objective was to take Jillian's clothing, but it didn't mean she couldn't spend a few minutes playing with her.

Jillian sighed when Kate's fingers withdrew from her now sensitive cunt. Kate's pussy dripped like a fountain, flooding her inner thighs with her sticky juices. At first Jillian thought her ordeal would finish there. The embarrassment and humiliation were unbearable. The blonde was feeling powerless to stop Kate. Five minutes ago she was having dinner in a fine restaurant like hundreds of times before, and now she was being stripped and dominated by an unknown woman. But worst of all, her body responded like a whore at the fingering.

Well aware of her complete control over Jillian, Kate decided to humiliate her further. She grabbed her cotton sports bra and panties, and after cleaning her own juices with the panties, she stuffed them into Jillian's mouth. While hearing the blonde's muffled complaints, Kate tied Jillian's wrist on her back with the bra. Kate's strong hands roughly squeezed Jillian's breasts, at the same time she pinched the blonde's already erected nipples. Jillian seemed to be in something like a trance. Her body was squirming sexily, her blue eyes were rolling and one of her nyloned calves rhythmically was going up and down, following Kate's cyclic squeezing. Every time Kate increased the squeezing strength, Jillian's calf raised, wobbling the gray high heel pump in the air all the time Kate kept the pressure on her breasts. When the squeezing and pinching decreased, Jillian's calf went down and her toes barely touched the floor.

Keeping the grip on her breasts, Kate steadily pushed Jillian until the blonde was sitting on the toilet cup with her beautiful legs completely spread. Kate released one of her breast and started unhooking the front garters. To unhook the back garters, Kate needed both hands.

The tender flesh of Jillian's breast was reddened, clearly showing the zones were Kate clawed her hands. Jillian breathed heavily as her head leaned back. She was on the verge of an orgasm, and all she wanted was a final little push to cum. If she hadn't her hands tied on her back she would finish it at once.

Kate grabbed Jillian's left ankle and twisted her slender leg until the blonde laid on her side over the toilet cup. Thus Kate gained access to the back garters. Once unhooked, Kate removed Jillian's garterbelt and rolled the lace panties down her ass. Her shapely legs flickered when Kate's fingers caressed them from the inner thighs to the ankles.

Before proceeding with the heels and stockings, Kate made Jillian sit on her butt again. Jillian muffled moans filled the stall as Kate buried one, two, three fingers on her cunt. The blonde's body was shacking out of control while Kate pushed her whole hand into her pussy. Jillian's legs kicked in the air and her moans turned into cries, as the wild orgasm stroke her. Her vision was blurry and while trying to recover her breath, Jillian didn't notice Kate grabbed each of her thin ankles, removed the high heel pumps, and the tan nylon stockings.

Kate got dressed with Jillian's designer clothes in less than a minute. She also took the credit cards and driver's license out of the Jillian's purse, throwing it over her former clothes. Kate untied Jillian's hands and removed the panties from her mouth. Jillian remained seated whit her legs spread wide, and her tiny arms dangling at her sides. Before leaving the stall Kate remembered something important.

• If you don't mind, I would take this too.

Jillian started sobbing again while Kate took her necklace and earrings. Kate put the wet and stained cotton panties around Jillian's neck and patted her face.

• Now you have a new necklace, whore.

Kate spent a couple of minutes applying some makeup, while hearing the sobbing blonde getting dressed in the stall. The mirror returned Kate her smile of satisfaction, while she grabbed her handbag and her new purse, and left the restrooms.

When Kate entered the passenger side of the car, her husband's jaw dropped and his dick jumped inside his pants. It was his wife, looking like she never did, dressed up with another woman clothes.

• I can't figure out how you did it, darling.

• You know honey, sometimes I can be very persuasive.

Jeff drove home like an Indy pilot, and Kate had the best sex of her life, for the hole night. The next morning, Kate promised herself to repeat such stimulating experience. Her marriage was at stake…