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We stumbled through the front door into the empty house. It was 2am and we were just home from the best night out we had had in a long time. We had hardly wanted to leave our friends house but once the police turned up we knew it was time to leave. As I began the impossible task of removing my four inch heels I watched Emily swaying down the corridor. She was wearing the cutest pink summer dress that complemented her lightly tanned skin and short blonde hair. “Do you want anything to drink?”, she called back as she entered the kitchen. “I’ll have whatever”, I shouted as I slipped while trying to find my shoe’ s clasp though my thick black hair. I heard her bustling around the kitchen when I finally freed myself from my heels. I tiptoed down the hall , feet aching from dancing. I reached the kitchen door and saw Emily‘s back was to me. In my drunken state I just stood there and stared, taking in the view of her gorgeous body. She was average height, quite athletic and took part in many school sports and her figure benefited for it. There was hardly an inch of fat or her toned body, that is excluding her breasts which were the biggest out of all my friends. I had been highly jealous of them for years. When I first met her in first year she was already a busty 34B. Now I swear she must have been at least a E! Thankfully over İstanbul Escort the years I had filled out to a 32DD but it had been a long time coming! I had been contemplating all of this in my mind without noticing she had turned around and I was staring straight at her boobs. There was a sew seconds before she said; “Here’s your drink, its coke and rum.” I snapped back to reality, apologised and we began chatting about all the party’s scandal. After about an hour she suggested we went to the spare room and continued our conversation in bed. I rummaged through my bag in the hall pulling out most of its contents to find I had left my pyjamas at home. I called up to Emily, who had already gone upstairs to get changed , and asked did she have any spare. She called me up and I entered her bedroom. She was half changed when I came in, wearing long pyjama bottoms and a bra, and searching through her drawers for something. “There!” she exclaimed as she threw something at my face. I examined the object to find it was an old lacy pink nighty. It had spaghetti string straps and a low scooping neck line and ended to where I guessed would be my mid-thigh. “I’m not wearing this!” I pouted. Emily gave me a stern look before replying; “Well its either that or you can sleep naked! Besides none of my pyjamas İstanbul Escort Bayan will fit you you midget!” ,she laughed when she called me a midget but other than that she seemed quite serious so I begrudgingly shuffled into the bathroom to change. I noticed myself in the full length mirror behind the door. My tight dress clung to my boobs and waist. I stood on my tiptoes to mime wearing heels. In my highest high heels I only reached 5’6. Sighing I stripped down to my panties and pulled on the nighty. I yanked down the end to where I thought it should end and found my boobs were completely exposed. I pulled it back up to a comfortable height to find the lace at the end just managed to cover my ass. I went to storm out of the bathroom at demand a longer nighty when I noticed that every time I moved the material moved further and further up my ass. Grabbing it with both fists I went to confront Emily. I found her removing her makeup gently in her mirror. Her slow deliberate movements had me spellbound and once again I found myself staring at her. She caught my eye in the mirror and spun around to face me. “Well, well! Look who’s spicy hot.” she said with a grin. I remembered what I was doing there and pulled together a jumble of words outlining my discomfort which didn’t make much Escort İstanbul sense but she understood what I was getting at. “Ok, ok! If it bothers you that much you can wear one of my dad’s shirts…of course then I’ll have to take it to the dry-cleaners and make sure its ready for when he comes back…” she trailed off into a mumbled as she left the room. “Wait!” I called out after her. “It’s not that bad I can put up with it, sure we’ll be going to bed soon anyway.” Emily turned around in the doorway. She seemed to be contemplating her options when an idea hit her. “I know! You wear that and I’ll let you pick what I wear in bed.” I scanned her clothing; a baggy t-shirt and long loose pyjama bottoms. Smiling I began rummaging through her drawers for something appropriate. Finally I decided on a tight blue tank top and a matching G-string. She gave me an evil look before disappearing to change. A minute later she called me into the spare room where two single beds and a TV with a DVD player were set up. She had already climbed into bed under the covers. “Hey I want to see that outfit on you!” I squealed as I leapt onto her bed and wrestled with the sheets. She put up a good fight and exhausted I climbed into my own bed, disappointed. We decided on ‘American Pie’ to watch while in bed but when she threw me the case I pretended I couldn’t work her DVD player so she would have to reveal her outfit. When she emerged I watched as her nipples hardened in the cold air and pushed against the thin fabric of her top. The material clung to her perfectly rounded breasts and I had the sudden urge to suck on them until she screamed.
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