Lynda's Lace (9 page)

“Jordan says you have some white
strappy
heels he likes. He thought they’d look hot with this.”

Lynda lifted her eyes back to her visitor. If she hadn’t been so sexually experienced, she might have felt a little weird discussing lingerie from her lover with someone she’d only just started getting to know—but fortunately, she was accustomed to talking about such things with ease. “I know the ones he means.” And another current of electricity hummed through her then—only because Jordan had never suggested sexy shoes with lingerie before. Another baby step in the right direction.

“You should try it on,” Ginger said in that even-toned way of hers as she motioned toward the lace in Lynda’s hands. She didn’t smile and it was hard to read her face.

“Now? Why?”

Ginger gave her head a slight tilt, and as her expression took on a mischievous quality, her green eyes sparkled. “Jordan wanted me to make sure it fits.”

Lynda lowered her chin, trying to understand. “Are you…reporting back to him when you leave here or something? Is he waiting for you somewhere? Or waiting for
me
somewhere?”

The striking girl’s hesitation was deliberate, teasing, until she finally said, “Maybe.” Clearly a non-answer. For the first time, Ginger cast a small, playful smile. “Remember, Jordan said to trust him. And right now, that means trusting
me
.”

Lynda had no idea what to think. Where on earth was this headed?

But if Jordan wanted her to trust him, and trust Ginger, well…she
was
in love with the guy, so she was willing to go with it, at least for now.

Without another word to her visitor, Lynda tucked the merry widow into the box and carried the whole thing down the small hallway to the bedroom.

Standing before the cheval mirror, she slowly stripped out of her clothes. A glance in the glass revealed her bare pussy. After discussing it with Jordan, she’d decided to rid herself of pubic hair. That had been before she’d had a change of heart and concluded that she couldn’t keep on like this. But now, she remembered, Jordan
had
seemed at least mildly interested in the idea of her shaving it. Another baby step, maybe, that she’d failed to recognize at the time?

Peering in the mirror head on, she ran the tip of her middle finger through her slit, wondering what Jordan’s response to her naked
cunt
would be. Then she ran her palms lightly up her stomach and onto her breasts, lifting them and teasing the nipples just a bit until they hardened. It didn’t take much, though, because she was already aroused. She didn’t understand his plan, but the longer it went on, the more excited she was that he simply
had
a plan!

Sitting down on the bed, she rolled the stockings slowly up her legs, then slipped on the barely there thong which, she noticed, possessed little snaps on each side of the front panel for easy removal.
Nice touch
, she thought, and hoped this meant Jordan wanted to rip them off her.

Next, she squeezed into the merry widow itself, pleased that the scalloped edges of the
underwire
cups just barely covered her nipples and succeeded in making her breasts look larger than their medium size. The lace was sheer, too—and as Lynda spied her flesh through it in the mirror, as well as the pink of her nipples, she suddenly realized that maybe lace wasn’t all that bad if it could show off this much of her body.

After attaching the satin garters to the stockings, she grabbed the white
strappy
heels from her closet and slipped them on, then glanced back in the mirror. She couldn’t deny that the stretchy lace felt good shifting against her skin when she moved and that it hugged her breasts deliciously. The lace at the tops of the stockings delivered the same subtle sensation on her upper thighs, making her pussy a little moister.

But besides what she felt in that moment, she also couldn’t turn away from what she saw. She looked…beautiful. Not virginal—and not as wholly naughty as some of her old bedroom attire made her appear. But somewhere in between. An angel of sin. A bride of lust.

And for the first time, she truly understood what Jordan saw when he looked at her in lace. She wasn’t just
trying
to feel it, or hoping to convince herself lace was okay—she really, truly
felt
it.

And in that shocking moment, she realized she had no desire for leather, or vinyl, or anything rougher. She sincerely loved her body in Jordan’s lace.

Maybe
she
was taking baby steps now, too. And maybe, if she got really lucky, she and Jordan could both keep taking these baby steps until they finally met somewhere in the middle. Maybe this was all going to be okay if she just
let
it be.

“Um, Ginger, it fits,” she said loudly, suddenly remembering her guest in the other room. “It fits just fine,” she added, more softly to herself.

“Show me,” Ginger called back.

Show her? Lynda blinked at her own reflection in the mirror. Had she just heard that right? Was Jordan’s little messenger coming on to her?

The truth was, pre-Jordan, Ginger was exactly the sort of woman who would have caught Lynda’s eye and had her thinking lecherous girl-girl thoughts. But she’d been so busy trying to be “the good Lynda” that it hadn’t crossed her mind beyond having noticed that Ginger had a great body with to-die-for breasts.

And if she didn’t have Jordan right now, she’d
happily
show Ginger her sexy new ensemble. But she
did
have Jordan. And she was focusing on baby steps right now—baby steps for both of them. Fucking Ginger would hardly be a baby step.

“Show you?” she finally yelled back. She’d considered going into the I’m-flattered-but-have-to-decline type answer, but perhaps it wasn’t safe to assume this was a come-on just yet.

“Jordan wants you to.”

Lynda’s pussy warmed as heat climbed her cheeks. Jordan
wanted
her to?

This was suddenly getting interesting. “He does?” she asked.

“Remember,” Ginger said, her voice going a bit silky, “he wants me to
make sure
it fits.”

Intrigued, aroused, curious and just generally sucked in now, Lynda left the bedroom, listening to the click of her heels on the hardwood floor. When she emerged into the living room, Ginger stood before her wearing only a revealing pale lavender bra and panty set, along with the same black high-heeled sandals she’d arrived in. The lingerie was constructed of lace, with a few tiny beads and sequins sprinkled over it, and despite Ginger’s unerring confidence and the almost-harsh-looking tattoo adorning her neck, the lace not only softened her, but looked sexy as sin. Yes indeed, Lynda was understanding the appeal of lace more and more.

Ginger said nothing at first, and neither did Lynda. But her pussy pulsed with the same rhythm of her heartbeat as she waited to see what came next.

Her sexy visitor crossed the floor to where she stood and gently placed her palms on Lynda’s hips, the very touch scintillating. She slid splayed hands up over Lynda’s waist, stomach, ever-so slowly, until finally she cupped the outer curves of Lynda’s lace-covered breasts. Curling her fingers inward in a soft, sensual squeeze, she raked her thumbs over both beaded nipples through the fabric.

Lynda pulled in her breath at the shock of pleasure, and Ginger’s voice came out husky. “You were right. It fits.”

But Lynda still didn’t understand. Why had Jordan sent her? What did
he
get out of this? Unless he was coming over, too? “Is Jordan coming?”

Ginger responded with a wicked little grin. “Oh, not just yet, probably. But if we get each other off, I’m sure he will.”

Lynda blinked, confused. “What?”

“He’s watching us.” Ginger’s smile widened. “He’s watching us right now through a tiny secret camera he left here the other day. He wants to see you do another woman, Lynda. And I volunteered for the job.”

Chapter Six

Lynda couldn’t have been more stunned. Had she heard Ginger correctly? It hardly made sense.
Jordan
had snuck a spy camera into her apartment?
Jordan
wanted her to fool around with another girl? While he
watched
?

She found herself looking around the room. “Where? Where is it?”

“He didn’t say specifically—just somewhere in that corner.” Ginger pointed across the room next to the old mantel. A few houseplants left behind by her old tenants sprinkled the area and seemed likely culprits, as did the magazine rack next to the TV. Lynda stared in that direction, knowing that—unbelievably, amazingly—she was looking at Jordan.

Without warning, Ginger took her hands and Lynda raised her gaze to the other woman’s. “Listen to me, though. He wanted me to make it very clear that if you’re not into this, it’s okay. Just tell me and I’ll go away and Jordan will spend the rest of his life making it up to you. That’s what he said. He’s crazy about you, Lynda, and wanted to surprise you with this because he thought you both might enjoy it—but if you don’t want to experiment, he doesn’t want you to, either. All right?”

Lynda switched her gaze back toward the corner, focusing on the houseplants—imagining she was staring directly into Jordan’s dark, sexy eyes. It was taking her a long moment to truly wrap her mind around this, to truly understand what was happening—but slowly, surely, she was getting it.

She was getting that her dreams were coming true.

Jordan wanted more, just like she did!

And he’d found an exciting, innovative and thrillingly naughty way to get it!

Her pussy
spasmed
at the thought of what she was about to do—in front of her lover,
because
of her lover,
for
her lover—and knowing that he watched every wicked move she made was going to make the hot encounter that much sweeter.

She only hoped he was able to see the fire in her eyes through his camera when she said to him, “I’m into it, baby,” then looked back up at Ginger to repeat the words. “I’m into it.”

Her acquiescence seemed to infuse the air with heat. High
color
rose to Ginger’s alabaster cheeks and Lynda felt her nipples pucker tighter against the lace that barely concealed them.

With another short glance toward Jordan’s camera, Lynda stepped closer to the other woman, slowly reaching out, letting her hands find Ginger’s slender hips. Ginger moved nearer, too, until their breasts brushed together, sending tendrils of fresh desire
spiraling
downward through Lynda’s body. She hissed in her breath at the tender, feminine contact, knowing her passion grew from much more than simply touching the other woman—knowing it came from feeling Jordan’s eyes upon her, and from knowing he wanted this. It seemed like no less than a miracle and filled her with a hot joy unlike any she’d ever known.

Ginger’s hands rose to Lynda’s shoulders as she leaned in for a delicate kiss. Lynda hadn’t experienced such soft, supple lips in a while, but again, it was Jordan’s presence—even if distant—that brought her pleasure. Another kiss, this one with a bit of tongue, and Lynda found herself arching her breasts against Ginger’s larger ones.

Ginger’s hands dropped back to Lynda’s chest for a slow massage that had her leaning her head back and moaning, and she instinctually followed suit, letting her palms graze over Ginger’s soft skin until she was cupping the outer edges of Ginger’s round, lace-covered mounds, stroking her thumbs across the beaded nipples jutting through.

The gentle touches added power to their kisses, and Lynda thought,
Watch me, Jordan, my love. Watch me.
It still seemed like a dream that he could desire this the same way she did. Her
cunt
felt swollen and achy within the tiny thong panties and she knew they were already soaked.

When Ginger’s fingertips closed over the lace that concealed Lynda’s breasts, her nails scraping teasingly over the sensitive flesh, Lynda let out a soft moan of anticipation. “Oh yes,” she whispered as Ginger pulled down the cups, just enough that Lynda’s nipples were freed, perched atop the lightly
molded
fabric.

Ginger rolled the turgid pink peaks between her fingertips, turning Lynda’s breath
thready
. The kisses had stopped because Ginger wanted to look, clearly wanted to watch herself play with Lynda’s breasts. A sensual smile had snuck onto the other woman’s face, her eyes seeming glued to Lynda’s pointed nipples. “Kiss them,” Lynda heard herself breathe without quite planning it.

Ginger’s eyes shot up to hers, filled with heated glee to discover Lynda was going to be bolder than Jordan had likely told her to expect. Lynda was glad to have pleased her, but didn’t want to wait, so she thrust her breasts forward insistently, causing a soft giggle to erupt from Ginger’s throat.

Ginger’s tongue played slowly about one nipple, making Lynda’s
cunt
weep with sheer pleasure. She ran her hands through the other woman’s raven hair, letting her fingers become tangled at the nape as Ginger licked teasingly around the distended nub.
 
Finally, Ginger closed her lips around it to suckle and the sensation shot straight to Lynda’s pussy.

Soon Ginger moved to the other breast, delivering the same heavenly ministrations and leaving Lynda crazed with desire. So crazed that she found herself pushing Ginger toward the sofa until they both fell onto it, Ginger on her back, Lynda on top.