A Social Affair
Catherine admired herself in the mirror. She looked good! And she knew
it. Although now passing 37 years of age, she worked hard keeping
herself in very good shape. She weighed a little more now. There
seemed no way to avoid that. But she was very proud of her shape that
"stuck out" in all the right places, from her size 38D bust to her full
but shapely ass. She was blessed with legs which other women would die
for and she took care of them.
So, putting on a short little black dress over this fabulous frame, she
combed her yellow mane with satisfaction. Once happy with the mirror's
image, she trotted off to her evening's engagement.
This evening, she would be co hosting a lavish fund raising affair for a
city women's rights group. She had belonged to the "Women's League for
Social Consciousness and Justice" for over ten years. Their members
were mostly upper class women in the city and surrounding suburban area.
They were high profile and did a couple of lavish fund raisers each
year. Tonight a local councilman would be addressing them and lending
his support for their agenda.
After the drive across town, she hurriedly parked her Lexis in the
driveway. She was considerably early in order to help set up the
affair. As the co host, she wanted to make sure everything was just
right. This was the very luxurious home of the other co host, Connie.
Knocking at the front door, she was met by one of the members; pointing
to the back of the house and saying, "Hello, Catherine. Everyone's in
the kitchen". Walking back, Catherine saw several women going every
which way, busy with getting everything done. Everyone one was dressed
nicely as this was a coveted social affair as well as a fund raiser.
Catherine, being recently divorced, was unescorted. It wasn't that she
didn't have a man in her life; but she wanted to concentrate on the
party and not an escort tonight.
She quickly pitched in to help the other ladies, busily going back and
forth, discussing final arrangements and placing things, "just so". More
and more people started to arrive and the whole evening was shaping up
nicely. Presently, she found herself in the very large pantry in back
of the kitchen, when Connie came rushing in and brushed past her to
snatch a flower arrangement from the shelf. "We're not going to be done
it time, I'm afraid", she fretted. Then turning to leave, she bumped
the flowers against Catherine's face and left without another word.
Catherine was instantly angry that Connie had said nothing about her
rude gesture, not to mention that she now had to go comb her hair
again. Returning to the preparations, she found that she could not
quick thinking about what Connie had done. As they worked side by side
to continue to get things ready, Connie did not give the slightest
indication that she knew what she had done. In fact, Catherine noticed
something strange about Connie, the more she observed her. She was
treating Catherine as if she wasn't there. Twice more she bumped into
Catherine "accidently" without saying a word. And Catherine was
starting to get pissed.
She decided to take matters into her own hands. She wasn't about to let
Connie run over her, so to speak. When the two of them found themselves
in the kitchen, temporarily alone, she bumped her hip into Connie when
returning to the dining room. She said nothing and kept walking. Two
could play at this game.
In a few minutes, she noticed Connie glaring at her as they decorated
the living room. Then in passing each other in the long front hallway,
again with no one else around, they both purposely bumped their hips
into each other as they passed. There was plenty of room in the
hallway, they both knew. It seemed that a little bad blood was opening
up between them, and Catherine was not about to let Connie get the best
of her.
A couple more times the women smacked their shapely hips together when
they had the opportunity. They still had not said a word about what was
going on between them when they once again were alone in the back pantry
for the moment. Realizing their surroundings, the women just stared hard
at each other, saying nothing, but daring the other by their looks; as
if to say "you want to take this further, bitch?". Connie was also
wearing a short little black dress. Although the women were dressed
similarly, they could easily be distinguished by their hair color.
Connie's was a beautiful red, to Catherine's blond. Connie was a year
older but had just as fabulous a body as Catherine. Her bust was a
little smaller, not much. And they were exactly the same height in
their four inch heels.
Still staring, the women stepped toward each other, the sound of their
heels on the floor echoing in the pantry. Catherine was really getting
fed up with this and flushed into the initiative. She pushed her body
right into Connie's. It was boob to boob and she pushed her leg in
between those of Connie, feeling her mound with her thigh.
Connie, drew a quick breath of surprise at this bodily invasion, but
stood her ground. The women stood there for several seconds, pressed
into each other's bodies provocatively. Then, hearing approaching
footsteps, they quickly separated and walked out behind each other.
Catherine was more determined now than ever. That cxnt obviously had
some problem with her. And she was not going to back down. Connie would
be sorry.
As the house began to fill up with guests, the two women eyed each other
wherever they went. Presently Connie, when she thought no one was
looking, motioned her head at Catherine. She beckoned for her to come
back toward the kitchen. Following as soon as she could, Catherine
looked into the kitchen and saw Connie at the pantry door. She curled
her finger toward Catherine as she disappeared into the pantry.
The two women then repeated their physical challenge of a few minutes
earlier. But this time they smacked their bodies into each other with
abandon and grinded their thighs against the others' pussy. Their tits
were pancaked against each other. Again, they glared for several
seconds. They still hadn't said a word. Catherine wasn't going to give
her the satisfaction. They felt their hot breath on each other's faces
and smelled their conflicting perfumes. Catherine found herself
strangely becoming excited down deep in her loins.
Connie reached around with one hand and pulled on Catherine's hair from
behind. Now it was Catherine's turn to suck a quick breath of
surprise. She was only too happy to copy Connie's move. So now they
were tugging gently at each other's distinctive long hair as the
conflict escalated.
In a few more seconds, there were loud sounds of dishes clanking
together in the kitchen. The women both groaned, almost under their
breath. They didn't want to break, but didn't want to get caught
either. Certainly this wasn't the time or the place for a catfight.
Breaking contact and rejoining the others separately, Catherine felt the
pangs of disappointment. She was definitely into this thing with Connie
now; whatever it was. As they went around doing their hosting duties,
she was constantly distracted with thoughts of her confrontation with
Connie. It was sort of like being brought to the edge of an orgasm and
then not being allowed to finish. Catherine was not a violent person.
She was genuinely puzzled by these feelings she had towards Connie. But
nevertheless, she had absolutely no intention of backing down. In fact,
she strangely looked forward to escalating the hostilities!
Once more, right after Councilman Dandridge arrived, they found
themselves momentarily alone in the long front hallway. Catherine
literally grabbed Connie and pulled her into the small adjacent
bathroom, closing the door and locking it. The two women turned to face
each other in another stare down. At once overcome with raw desire,
Catherine grabbed Connie's breasts through her dress with both hands and
started squeezing. She couldn't believe she did that but it felt so
good. Connie, squealed softly at the attack and also grabbed a double
handful of Catherine's breasts. The two women continued to glare at one
another while squeezing as hard as they could. They were very conscious
of being quiet with the house full of people. For almost a full three
minutes they squeezed each other's tits through their clothes. Then
they reached around their backs, as they did before, and began to pull
each other's long hair. Legs parted and slid together. Their dresses,
hiked up and Catherine began to get very wet. As she searched out
Connie's pussy, she gave a little knee action to smack it gently. Soon,
Connie was also kneeing her pussy and the two were about to loose
control of themselves.
Somehow, they both seemed to realize their surroundings and they stopped
struggling for a moment. Loud laughter could be heard from the living
room and they knew they had to return to the party. Once again, sighing
with disappointment, they reluctantly separated. Each had to take
several more minutes to fix their clothes and hair. Before leaving the
bathroom, they stood nose to nose and glared at each other once more.
Catherine's head was spinning. She felt intoxicated. The party was now
a blur to her. She could think of nothing but the catfight she now
desperately wanted to have with Connie. Somehow they made it though
dinner and then retired to the living room for the Councilman's talk.
Catherine stared at Connie on the couch across from her. Connie's dress
was riding quite high, exposing her very shapely legs. And Catherine
found herself squirming in her seat to put her own legs on display even
more. She was going to compete with Connie in every way, at every
turn. What was she doing? Was she insane? She no longer knew, but
admitted that she couldn't help herself.
The councilman went on and on. She was afraid he was never going to
stop. She and Connie had stared and glared at each other through most
of the speech. Now, mercifully, there was applause, hand shaking, and a
scattering of everyone around the house again.
A nasty thought entered Catherine's head as she moved from the living
room toward the hallway. It seemed that most of the people were moving
toward the dining room and more dessert or coffee. Seeing that Connie
was hanging back, still looking at her, Catherine walked quickly toward
the stairs. She stopped at the bottom, struck a saucy pose and crooked
her finger at Connie, motioning here to join her upstairs. Then she
walked up, trying to act as if nothing was going on and hoping no one
else saw her.
Connie let a small grin cross her face as she witnessed Catherine's
invitation. And her heart pounded as she followed, looking over her
shoulder to see if she was being noticed. She got to the top of the
stairs quickly and began walking down the hallway. Finding an open door
on the left, she peered inside. The light was on and she saw Catherine
on the far side of the spacious bedroom. Entering and closing the door
quickly, the women kicked off their heels and began to circle slowly
around the room, staring at each other now with dirty little smiles on
their faces. They had no intentions of stopping this time. They both
wanted to catfight.
