Ginger was not in the mood to eat. Lunch was never a big meal for her, and her morning with Lynn had left her feeling restless. She decided to do some shopping, to see what if anything was new at Carol's.
Walking to the parking structure, she noticed many couples walking hand in hand, or sitting together eating lunch under the shade of a tree. She sighed, thinking about the times she had acted that way. She and Ralph had tacitly adopted a less public relationship, largely due to his star status on the basketball team, but sometimes she wished she could drop out of the sophisticated role she played. How nice to be so relaxed and open with one's affection. She hoped that these young couples had even half as much fun as she and Ralph did in bed.
Her black Mazda RX-7 was waiting patiently where she had left it. She often thought of it in animistic terms, treating it more like a horse than a car. Was it, she wondered, because horses were such powerful symbols of sexuality, especially to females?
As she drove down to the mall she felt a growing sense of expectation. Carol's was the best place in town to find the kind of clothes that she, and her Elle Elle sisters, liked to wear. Just being there made her horny, and she walked in she felt her body getting all tingly in anticipation.
"Hi Ginger. Looking for anything special?"
"Carol! How have you been? Well, actually I'm just doing some looking."
"Well, we got plenty new things. Maybe I can help you find one like that blue gown you bought last month," Carol suggested, her voice lowered in a manner that made it private and professional, yet personal and intimate. "Your boyfriend like it when he saw you in it? It work good, yeah? Just like I said it would?"
"Oh yes, it did! It still does! It's one of my favorites. And Ralph's. He can't wait to get me alone when I wear it, then he keeps me up all night!"
Carol smiled a knowing smile and said, "I know what you mean. I have the same dress in yellow, and my boyfriend can't keep his hands off it."
Ginger spoke in mock contempt, "Men! The things that turn them on! Well, I like it too. I should be thankful that he's so easy to please, and that he doesn't make me wear a fur coat to bed."
Carol seemed to be enjoying this girl talk, and surprised Ginger with her next bit of gossip.
"Whenever I dress like that he always wants to tickle me! I hate that, but I know he likes it."
Ginger was not sure what to say, then decided to cast her fears aside.
"Really? We're just the opposite. I love that sort of thing, and he doesn't like to go to so much trouble. He likes the way it looks, but is kind of basic about sex."
"Tell me," Carol asked, her voice slightly tense, "When you wear that blue one, does it really tickle you just to wear it?"
"Well, in a way," Ginger replied, swallowing hard. "I don't know how to describe it. It feels really good, and makes me think about being tickled all the time I'm wearing it. Its a very delicate kind of feeling, like tickling but not so strong."
As they spoke, Ginger couldn't help noticing an attractive young Asian woman in the store, dressed in one of those slinky nylon gowns, a glistening silver thing that looked like little more than a full length slip. She was beautiful, slender yet with just enough of a figure not to be called skinny. In a way she reminded her of Lynn. Her hair and makeup were perfect, as if she was about to go out to dinner at a fancy restaurant.
She seemed to be waiting on a customer, so Ginger assumed that she worked there. It didn't take long to see that she was virtually naked under that dress. Her nipples showed clearly as little bumps in the middle of the triangular patches of nicely filled fabric covering her breasts. The back was cut very low, down to a point just above the crack of her ass, and the dress slipped nicely into the groove between her well rounded cheeks.
"Do you approve of my new salesgirl?" Carol asked. "I encourage her to dress that way so the customers can see first hand how good our clothes look. Rather sexy, no?"
"Yes, very nice."
Gazing at her, Ginger could think of only one thing, one of her long tickling sessions. Both of them dressed that way and taking turns driving each other wild. She wondered if she could finally get Ralph to try a threesome if she could bring home a beauty such as this.
"Say, we just got something in this morning, really special. I think you really going like it."
Carol walked over to a low rounder and pulled out something black and shiny. At first Ginger thought it was a skirt, but as Carol fiddled with it she could see that it was a pair of pants.
"I'll have Nancy model it for you. Nan, try come!"
Carol expertly flipped through the hangers and pulled out a matching black top, handing them to the lovely girl Ginger had been eyeing. They spoke briefly in Korean, and the girl disappeared into a back room.
"This is a really nice line. It comes with flared leg and pajama pants, with several different matching tops. Some of the tops are styled for older women, but the flared pants are perfect for you. Almost a palazzo pant, but still bell bottoms, so it look kind'a young. The fabric is very nice, very comfortable on. Very sexy, you'll see."
Nancy reappeared, and the outfit took Ginger's breath away. She knew at once that she had to have it.
"Nan, walk around a bit, so Ginger can see more how it looks." She turned to Ginger and added in a lowered tone, "Aren't those pants wild!"
That was hardly necessary as far as Ginger was concerned, but she found herself entranced watching the attractive young girl walk around. The sheen of the fabric set off every curve of her shapely body. The pants were nice and snug over her thighs, and were cut in a way that hugged her ass. Most of all she liked the flared bottoms. The fabric was so slinky that they didn't really look like sailor pants. Instead, the fabric hung in loose folds around her calves, and swept around her ankles in a constant flutter as she walked. The shiny fabric had what had been dubbed the 'wet look,' and the swelling flow of fabric cascading down from her knees did a lot to enhance that metaphor.
Ginger took a pair from the rack and ran them through her hands to get an idea of how the fabric felt. It was that cool, soft, sensuous jersey knit nylon that she loved to wear, but heavier than that used in the dresses.
"Please, try it on. I think you'll take a size eight. Fit better without a bra."
Carol helped her find her size, and Ginger went off to try them on. She was not disappointed. The fabric felt wonderful sliding over her skin as she pulled on the pants. The top was tight, and cut without darts so that it squeezed her breasts tightly against her chest. The pants held her ass in the same tight grip, while flowing easily over her calves, providing lots of that gentle stimulation that was so erotic to her.
She changed back and went to pay for the outfit.
Carol whispered to her, "You try to get boyfriend to play with you in these, you should enjoy very much!"
When Carol started to fold it, Ginger asked if instead they could cut off the tags, as she wanted to wear it out of the store. Carol grinned in delight.
Back in the dressing room, Ginger decided on a whim to try the pants without underwear, her mind on Lynn. When she first pulled them on she noticed nothing special except for a little more feeling coming from her ass, but as she walked to her car she began to notice some very nice feelings as the selvage of the crotch seam rubbed over her pussy. It was hot outside, and she wanted to explore this new possibility some more, so she took a detour through a department store.
She decided to go to the lingerie department, to be surrounded with the kinds of things she found so erotic. She kept moving, concentrating on the sensations coming from all over her body as it was caressed by the sensuous fabric, focusing especially on her cunt. She decided that, despite the snug fit of the top half of the pants, the weight of all that fabric in the bell bottoms kept the crotch from pulling tightly up against her cunt. Instead, it just brushed lightly against it, producing a feeling impossible to get from a dress or panties. The edges of the fabric on the inside of the crotch seam acted like little brushes, making it tickle even more. Never had she been able to wear something that tickled her cunt this much, and she had searched for a long time for something that did.
The more she walked the hornier she got. She looked at soft, sheer nightgowns, the kind Ralph liked her to wear, and thought of him watching her parading around in one, his dick hard and eager to play. She thought about that time she had tried dragging her slinky blue gown over his cock, how it had driven him crazy, and how he had spent so long tickling her in it afterward. That had felt so incredibly good. He was so loving, yet willing to treat her in a way that was so sadistic just because she enjoyed it so much.
As she daydreamed, she could feel her cunt warming, the feeling from her clit getting stronger and more distinct. She kept moving, swaying, letting the fabric that enveloped her so completely keep up a steady flow of tickling stimulation. Then, all at once, a sharp jolt of intense pleasure swept through her. Her body shuddered, and she almost let out a yelp as she realized that the selvage of the crotch seam had just made contact with her clit. She kept moving, and the feeling continued. She put the nightgown back on the rack and started to walk back to her car.
Every move caused intense waves of pleasure to ring out from her clit, a sensation that felt unbearably good. Many women would call it painful, but to Ginger this type of stimulation was akin to eating kim chee. The pain, as it were, was a part of the experience.
She thought of Lynn, so young and lovely, laying on that icy table as she tickled the backs of her legs. All of a sudden she knew what she wanted to do to her that afternoon. She would tickle those lovely breasts in her favorite way.
Her mind raced with erotic images -- how she was going to tickle Lynn, how she had looked on the table that morning, the beautiful salesgirl at Carol's in that silver gown and later in the very same clothes that were now driving her crazy. Walking down the mall, the crotch seam ceaselessly brushing against her clit and tickling her pussy, her body awash in pleasure, she started to come. Right there, in public, surrounded with little old retired men, Japanese tourists, young mothers with babies in strollers. It was wild. She just stood still, gazing vacantly at a window display, a horrid conglomeration of gaudy aloha wear, plastic leis and suntan lotion, and let the waves of pleasure pour over her. It was not an earth shattering orgasm, much lighter than that. But it went on and on, that seam flicking over her hot little clit, so sensitive now that it felt like someone was scraping her clit with a pocket knife. She couldn't make it stop, and she didn't want it to.
Then, as suddenly as a lamp being switched off, the powerful combination of pain and pleasure stopped. Her clit had finally had enough, and had slid back down into its protective cover. What had been a small but fiercely hot fire suddenly became a bed of warm coals, and within a minute there was nothing more than a pile of ashes.
She continued towards her car, worried that she would be late for her next meeting with Lynn. Within seconds the feeling still coming from her new outfit combined with her anticipation of what was in store for Lynn rekindled her arousal, but without the direct stimulation of her clit that had been so unbearably delicious.
Just as she was going to turn towards the parking lot she spotted a window display that stopped her cold. Two mannequins were dressed in formal evening wear that featured pants with crystal pleated legs. One was made of very shear chiffon, the other an opaque, shiny nylon. A chill went through her as she thought of her pleated skirt, now caressing Lynn's lovely body, and how good it felt to wear. Surely, she thought, pants like these would feel incredibly good, surrounding her legs completely with little knife edged pleats. She wanted to go in and try them on, but that would make her late. She made a mental note to return as soon as she could and explore this new discovery, then set off again.
When she got to her car she reached in the back and pulled out a small workout bag that she kept covered by a beach towel. She placed it on the seat next to her, unlocked it, and pulled out one of her many sex toys. It was a strange looking thing, made of a single cast piece of firm rubbery plastic, a hand made creation of one of her Elle Elle sisters. The base looked like a cross between a bicycle seat and a saddle, though much thinner, with curved recesses that fit the contours of her ass. Running down the center, from front to back, the contours rose up to form a high ridge line, which curved up several inches in the front. Near the back there was a rounded bump about an inch high, and the back of the contraption swept up several inches to grip the back of her bottom. She slipped it under her and sat on it. The bump pressed up hard on her asshole, and the thick stub in front and the ridge on the bottom dug into her pussy, held firmly in place by the lip around the back.
She usually did this wearing a loose, full skirt, like those wrap skirts made of the same shiny spandex that leotards were made of, first raising the skirt so that the saddle made direct contact with her bare flesh. Done that way the gadget was completely invisible, hidden from view by the skirt. Now, wearing pants, the nub rising up in the front was just barely visible, but she hoped that the black color would blend in with the pants.
She shuddered as she settled down onto it. Walking around the mall, the pants had provided a light, delicate stimulation, except for that brief spell when her clit had made contact with the selvage. That had been incredibly intense, yet even then there had been no pressure. How strange that had felt, such a light touch and yet so strong. She could only think of it as sharp, like a knife or a needle. The orgasm had been nice, but not satisfying.
This was quite different, and a situation she knew very well. She headed back towards campus, taking her time and picking the bumpiest route she could think of. The feeling in her crotch was strong, like being griped by a muscular hand. The sturdy stalk in front rubbed against her cunt, especially her clit, with every movement she made working the clutch and break pedals, and the bump poking her asshole caused delightful little pains to shoot through her.
She had two other versions of this toy. One was almost like this one but with a longer, thinner butt plug that penetrated well up into her asshole, and another thick finger between the butt plug and the front piece that angled back and fit deeply into her cunt. The other was just like the second, but the front piece and ridge bristled with short, thin, pointed spikes and the cunt finger was covered with bumps that really did a number on her G-spot. That one was very intense. Both required a bit of lubrication, making their use less spontaneous. She chose between the three depending on the mood she was in.
She liked to wear the smooth one with the cunt finger and drive slowly up and down the road winding through Ala Moana beach park or Sandy Beach on the weekends. Every time she went over a speed bump, fireworks erupted between her legs. She would pick out good looking men and imagine that they were fucking her, or sometimes she'd see a terrific looking woman and imagine the two of them joined by a double headed dildo.
The spiky one was too much to use and drive, but was perfect for just parking and being swept away with pleasure. Her habit was to park in a secluded spot near her ultimate destination, get it into her, then drive quickly and park before it got too strong. She had lots of favorite places, the beach parks, shopping center parking lots, near tennis courts, anyplace where she could sit and watch a parade of people passing by, preferably a place with attractive young men and women.
One particularly good place was near the employee entrance to some of the department stores at closing time. She had tried the business district at lunch time, but on-street parking was hard to come by.
The model she used now was less intense, just right for having to drive in traffic. She drove with the windows up and the air conditioning on, singing along with the radio to mask her occasional facial contortions as the pleasure swept over her. As she neared the campus she finally came, the orgasm much more satisfying than the one in the mall. She screamed at its peak, as loud as she could, her thighs squeezing the front piece in a death grip of pleasure as she sped up the hill and dashed around the corner.
She tried to look calm and composed as she drove past the guardhouse, but the speed bump there triggered another little orgasm and she almost crashed into a car coming up the hill towards her. Finally she reached the sanctuary of the parking lot, where she could slip out her marvelous toy and put it away. She could feel her cunt all gushy and wet, and was relieved to see that none had leaked out to wet her pants. As a precaution she took some facial tissue and wiped up as much as she could. She laughed thinking about how that would look if someone saw her at it. Then she remembered to take out some silk scarves and tuck them into her purse.