POTLUCK PIES: Kathy vs Evelyn
by HG Hunt
Chapter 4
The members meeting was over and the
two divorcees short drive home took only a couple of minutes
each, but it seemed like hours. Kathy, her face flushed,
checked the car mirror and affirmed how her excitement at
her impending encounter with Evelyn had already caused her
cheeks to glow with excitement. Once home she flew to her
room to quickly alter her appearance. Off came her
semi-professional attire and on went a selection from her
sexy wardrobe: black hose, black sheer panties in a thong
cut, black garter belt, and a black sheer bra that wasn't
designed to hold her mammaries much in check, but instead to
reveal them in all their monstrous proportions. Quickly
choosing a clingy black dress to immodestly cover the chosen
undergarments, she slipped it over her pretty face and
relished the silky feeling as she shook it into place.
Chosen for its color coordination with her other attire and
for its clingy cleavage revealing bust line and for hits
short hem, at just about the same height as the tops of her
hose. A quick brush through her curly brown hair, hanging
just a few inches below her shoulders and she was ready to
go.
Oh, except for one thing. Her excitement and arousal had
come on her like a sledgehammer at the gathering. Only
slightly more than an hour and a half had elapsed since her
initial encounter with her new neighbor and she could barely
comprehend how completely and quickly her enmity for that
other woman and the accompanying sexual tension had
overtaken her body and mind. Firmly in command of her own
body and recognizing its needs she stared in the mirror for
just a moment to absorb just how hot and sexy she was.
“Yes,” she thought to herself, “I'm the sexier woman
compared to that bitch Evelyn and I'll prove it to her
tonight!” She inserted her right index finger into her mouth
and then lifted the hem of her dress so she could glide that
finger inside her panties and brush through her unshaven
mound. Quickly finding the fur valley of her pussy she slide
it three knuckles deep, gathering her well moistened
southern wetness onto her finger. “Mmmmmmmmmmmm.” Her mind
raced through her erotic fantasies, associated with how she
might humiliate Evelyn later. As her finger swirled quickly
and deftly around her thick clit, it took only moments for
an orgasm to swirl through her loins. She pulled her finger
away, gave it a quick cleaning lick with her tongue and she
was on her way.
Two blocks away Evelyn, experienced at feminine combat, both
from a psychological and a physical perspective, followed a
similar routine. But first, as the impending hostess for the
event, she made a couple of quick swirls around her family
room, situated at the back of her house, to rearrange the
room for freedom of movement. Next she closed her curtains
and set out and lit a couple of scented candles, along with
a bottle of wine in a chilled cooler full of ice.
Her attire came next.
Finding bras for breasts as big as hers has not been easy,
but with some diligent scouting, she had found a supplier
that was quite accommodating of both her size and style
preferences. Sporting large 42FF size tits and a body frame
just big enough to support such monsters, she was a wrecking
ball of sexuality and she knew it. Her drawers were full of
selections that accentuated her curves and beauty. “Ah, but
which one for tonight?” she muttered to herself under her
breath. “I sure am glad my kids are with their dad this
weekend.”
Yellow. Yellow and black. Something different. Like a bumble
bee. Benign usually, just making honey. But when they sting!
Wowza! What a feeling. Evelyn knew she had a real venomous
stinger too!
She chose black hose and panties, yellow bra, and yellow
garter belt. Topped with a bright yellow dress, that was
sheer, almost gauze-like in its opaqueness. Her sheer dress
and sheer bra did little to conceal her breasts. Her large
aureola and thick nipples protruding like they so often did,
were plainly visible through the two thin layers of fabric.
Her dress formed itself snugly across her midriff, which,
even though petite, was thin enough that her breasts took on
an extra aura of enormity when compared to other women. It
also clung nicely to her hips, accentuating her womanly
curves all around. She turned to gaze at her smooth ass in
the mirror, glistening with the soft metallic tint of her
yellow dress fabric. It reminded one of a liquid nectar
flowing over her behind.
Satisfied that she was superbly decked out, despite the time
constraints caused by her abrupt invitation to Kathy, she
posed in a few confrontational body positions: two hands on
hips, one hand on hip, at an angle with one hip thrust
forward, two hands under her boobs, pointing towards the
mirror, snarling face, false sweetness face, and others. She
had put most of those expressions and poses to good use in
other encounters in the past, and she was sure they would be
just as productive tonight. “Damn! I am one hot bitch. Kathy
will pay the price tonight for being such a cunt!”