A Night Out with Lady Lipstick!

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I confess, this little Lady has never been good at doing anything halfway. It's all or nothing.

So when I'm at home, that's where I am *entirely*. My mobile's on silent most of the day, with only the occasional consultation when it suits me and I'm either entirely wrapped up in this screen I'm facing now or *colourfully frollicking*, these endeavours punctuated with every day necessities like cooking, bathing, getting up to make another pot of coffee, play with the cat, etc... But rest assured, *whatever* it is I'm doing, regardless of it being in the privacy of my own home, the Colour of the Day is always gleaming from my lips (and oftentimes other places) and refreshed as often as I please.

But back to the matter, when Yours Truly needs to let her hair down and paint the town red (sometimes literally ;-) ) you *bet* I don't do that halfway either...

So let me paint you a picture, or a couple ;-)
We share our ideas at Wet Your Lips *Here*, let me share a little more... Let me coax a smile out of you staring back at me from the other side of this window, afterall, to quote the last post, the shortest distance between two people...is a smile.

Let's go!
It's a Saturday night. One of my girlfriends I've been too busy to see has given me a buzz to say it's been too long since we've ripped up the dance floor and tonight's the night we do it. In loving respect for a delightfully divine friend who passes through here, let's call her Angel :-). "I'd *love* to Angel! But if we're going to do it, let's make it memorable, pick a theme", that's my code to say what look we're going for. I *love* dressing up and I've never needed a costume party as an excuse to do so. "Hmmm...we've done princesses, Charlies Angels...and we gothed up last time, and I'm not so good at that. How something devilish Lady?" "Sounds good! Let's do Sexy Minxes from Hell, open to interpretation of course..."
"Sounds fun! Can I come raid an item or two from your wardrobe and props and we get ready together?"
"Like you need to ask! But only if I can do your makeup too, sweet thang!"
"You know I won't put up a fight after aaaall this time..."
Damn right you won't!"

So Angel comes over, bringing wine usually to get a head start on a fun evening. Afterall...who says it only starts once you get to the venue? ;-)

Before she's arrived, if it's a prearranged date, I've had time for a loooong, luxurious bath, full of bubbles. When the bathroom door is closed I like being a little over-the-top and lighting incense and candles, bringing in something to sip on and topping the bath off with scented oils (my favourites are ylang-ylang, pomegranate and wine & roses). I've had time to dry off, do my hair and consider my outfit.

Once she's through the door, the music is playing, the wine is poured and we flit about my room, easing into the mood, laughing, talking the Biggest Load of Crap and trying out clothes, considering our makeup colours and so on.

Then I get the pleasure of slicking the appointed gleaming colour onto her lips, though I'll insist she simply must try this make, then this shade and "you won't believe how this one sticks! And feels simply fantastic to put on actually..." The reason for this is by no means you're Lady being, like, so totally girly and stuff... The reason is, of course, the excuse to keep reapplying some silken lipstick on her :-) It's just about as damn good as putting it on your self, and I confess I get quite the thrill out of it. My *favourite* thing to be asked when I'm out and about, especially if it's by a random girl is, "I like your lipstick! Please can I put some on?" At which point I grin and say "You're so welcome! Here let me help you..."

My, but my mind's wandering...
Back to my room. I've finally conceded to put on the delicious colour the lovely Angel's requested. We're pretty much ready to roll, but no hurry, we're not rushing into the night to get hammered, we're savouring every minute of it. We finish our wine and giggle and chat, sitting on the bed or at my well-visited kitchen table, listening to just one more song, cause "track 9 on this album is just fanastic!"

And away we go!

Before leaving, however, your little Lady makes *absolutely certain* she's brought along her trusty little compact mirror with her. It means I get to touch up my lipstick in plain sight (another little thrill I like to indulge in) and need not rely on getting stuck with clucking girls having teeth-gritting gossip sessions in small hordes in the bathrooms.
Excuse the finger in the pick, I'm not being malicious, merely playfully chastising the camerawoman who'd smeared my lipstick. Sometimes it's good to put up some resistance cause it encourages the offender to playfully "offend some more" ;-)

So pick your look for Lady tonight...


Sleek and dark?












Smoky and glam?










How about sweet and innocent?









Or something more overt and striking...


...like a pirate lass! Avast!












I could even Moulin-Rouge-it-up with bohemian chique...









Golden delicious?










Gothic and bewitching?








Too gothic, you think? Okay, mayhap more Liz Vicious-esque gothic...












Silly and playful is totally fine with me!








Or we can settle on my favourite...

18 till I die!!!









So Angel and I arrive at our destination, we stay close, but don't hesitate to socialise, be utterly, unabashedly ridiculous and downright happy.

Hey Angel! Let's dance!






And pull all sorts of funny faces at whosever we choose... It makes people look twice and gives that interesting guy/girl you or I've been eyeing a reason/excuse to start a conversation with us :-)
Hi! We're crazy!









But don't worry, we don't bite.









...Unless you ask us to very nicely ;-)


Quick! Glare at that girl that smudged my lipstick by dancing too close on the dancefloor just now, she's *cute*!







Damnit! She's not taking the bait... I want to play!
I'm going to overtly sulk until I guilt-trip her into playing with me...











Oops. Laid it on too thick...better let her know I'm just being silly and playful.








He he... Success!






And now that everyone's relaxed and happy and gets Where I'm At, we now come to one of my favourite parts of the evening!
Playful, happy, hands-on flirting! Yay!




































A little more flirty now...











A little more hands-on now...











Oh boy, here's comes the devious grin now...











Devious indeed...









Yay! I get to sit in her lap! :-)




"Of course I've been a good girl this year..."
"So what do you want in your stocking, little Lady?"
"Well, you actually."



Georgy, porgey...









pudding and pie...








I kissed the girls...









And you bet they didn't cry :-)











Throughout the evening I like to try get as many lovely ladies to try on my colour as possible...

One down, one to go!








And to give them something to remember me by...

She looks happy about it too! ;-)






Very happy...







Okay darling, to show your gratitude, you have to let me lipstick you up...


Now get out there and spread the love! :-)










And best of all is getting home with some happy memorabilia of my own...






































*Sigh*...

What a happy evening, thank you sweet, sweet Angel!

And *inspiring*!
Time for a shoot!











PS. I've had an email or two requesting the details of doing a shoot for Wet Your Lips *Here*... The most common questions have been playfully teasing my mind for sometime now and I'm thinking it might be good fun for all concerned doing a "Making Of..." shoot. I've put it in the Coming Soon list here, but I'd appreciate your input.
Would you rather see something else Coming Soon sooner?
Any other questions to depict in the "Making Of..." shoot?
Any requests in general, specific colours, play, costume, set and scene you're wetting your lips just thinking about? Come on, let's play! :-)

Oh and by the by, *my utmost respect* to the ladies who don't hesitate to email me queries regarding risks and procedure for certain types of play and indulgence. It truly makes me happy to feel you're comfortable and confident enough to ask. I'm humbly bowing and blowing kisses to you all! I'm getting to all your replies as fast as I can!
And extra thanks to those of you who make my day more delightful and exciting... Especially you Angel :-)

Gentlemen, I'm not worthy! There are a few of you who I'm deeply grateful to be communicating with, you better know who you are, Rotorhead, LL Fan, Edd and Tallguy!
Thank you for your caring, honesty, thought-provoking responses...and your *delicious* imaginings, *meow*.

Male, female, by birth or by choice, whoever you are, you are very welcome and, even more so, appreciated here!
Smile!

XXXXXXXX

Give me an L! And an I! And a P...

[This is Part I of a post, Part II is directly beneath... and *loaded* with pics. Both are currently works in progress, but I couldn't bear keepings these photos all to myself any longer! ]

Update:
I always wanted a story to go with these pics...just been too busy doing other writing to make time for it.
So here's a *lipsticked cheer* (pom-poms and all!) to Rotorhead for making that time for me. Thanks muchly for the *delicious* inspiration darlin'! And for making my inbox a tantalising anticipation for the end of the day. Your reward is tailormade photosets to go with some of your other jaw-droppingly arousing tales.

For the time being, as regards the narrative of Parts I and II of this shoot, let's say this is precisely what the heroine of the tale did upon arrival home from the mall. Methinks it was not only her "victim" who needed to let off steam after all the excitement ;-)

Enjoy!

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Ah yes, game day!

As we tally the scores, Becka is pouting ‘cause I obviously won today.

Maybe I should explain - starting from a bet Becka and I had (sleepovers can be such a delicious source of naughty ideas!), once a month or so we spend exactly 4 hours hour teasing and tormenting our way through the mall.

The game is simple, be as playful as you want to be, and keep score honestly. But most important, remember the details, ‘cause these are so much fun to relive later.

Today, I’m going with my trump card, the cheerleader outfit. Becka has one also, but she chose the short skirt and tube top with the high heels, her go-to outfit, she says it makes her look like a porn star, I think they make my feet hurt. She is such a dear friend, and I love watching her work. But not today, this is war (nice, soft war of course).

So here’s how we decided to score things.

First, these apply to “targets” only, since we obviously get attention from all over and keeping score was just a nightmare. And men, no boys (they’re too easy). 30 and older was the goal, though the older ones are so much more fun. They’ve been drug to the mall against their will, the least we could do is give them a little excitement.

Initial glances = 0

Second glances = 1 point

Smiles = 1 point

Route diversions = 2 points (when your target changes course to get closer to you)

Brush past = 3 (when he makes a course correction to get close enough for physical contact)

Secondary encounter = 5 (when he finds a reason to be in the same store with you at least 10 minutes later than the first contact). Also, a second brush past at this time is double the score. This usually means he’s trying to follow you. This is when the fun really begins!

Groin adjustment = 5 points – we know we’re getting to him, his pants are getting, uhm, uncomfortable.

Angry spouse/girlfriend look = 5 points

Angry spouse/girlfriend verbal reprimand = 10 points

Extended visit to the men’s room = 25 points

Some days, we just go for as many new contacts and lots of small victories. But today, I found one I particularly liked, and he was my plaything for the entire time. Generally, they end up leaving for the parking lot long before my time window is up, but today this one was here for the entire time, and I had him right where I wanted him.

Becka and I arrived around one, just in time to catch the crowds filtering out of the food court and into the stores. We always make a big deal of giggling and touching each other, just to see who may nibble at the bait. That’s when I saw him. He was with his wife, she was pleasant enough, but obviously focused on doing some serious damage to the credit card, and he had the expression of wanting to be almost anywhere else on the planet than at the mall with a billion screaming teenagers. That was, of course, till he saw me. Becka and I were walking side by side, touching at the arms, our soft hair cascading down the gentle curve of our bare shoulders, leaning our heads near to each other, whispering. I saw him notice us, and I whispered “dibs”. Best call I ever made. Becka said she thought he was a little too plain, but I thought differently, I liked the way he held my gaze. Then he glanced away to see which way his wife was going, then looked back and smiled – just like that, 2 points.

The next few hours were heaven. Becka even had to follow me sometimes ‘cause she actually thought I was fibbing on the score keeping! How could I already have over a hundred points in three hours and still going for more?

I filled her in on the details: He made contact in two different stores, each time finding an excuse to ‘squeeze’ past my tight little bum while his hand gently touched my waist. I noticed he was most bold after I made a quick stop in the little girls’ room to put on some fresh lipstick. Today I went dark, maybe a bit too Goth, but I thought it would be fun to contrast the cutesy cheerleader outfit with something a bit more powerful. Always keep ‘em guessing is my motto. From then on, he was almost puppy-like, but not in a creepy way, just genuinely enjoying the show I was giving him. The best part was the eye contact, he seemed to be able to match my gaze, most boys have to look away when I stare them down. Men are different.

On his first pass, I only leaned back against him slightly and up on my toes, and gave just a little wiggle. I felt him respond by leaning toward me, and I felt his face brush through my soft hair. That was enough to send him the back of the store for the men’s room. The timing was too coincidental, so I took the points. The second time was a dead-lock. I was waiting in line when he tried to …squeeze past…, and I bent over to check my shoe lace and as he went, I grabbed his hand and placed a perfect, wet lip print on his palm, followed by a soft, slippery little lick. How could he not want to take complete advantage of that? Another trip to the little boy’s room, and another batch of points for sweet little me.

At the end, I tried something new. I had Dave’s full attention – he was in front of me in the pet store, pretending to look at puppies from the inside of the store, but in reality he was looking straight through the glass and staring at me. I knew his name ‘cause his wife barked it out once while he was watching me climb a stepstool to get a purse down from a high shelf. The curt tones that followed his name got me another 15 points! He watched intently as I applied the absolute shiniest lip gloss over my already dark shade, making my mouth simply swim with wetness. Then, since I’d already identified his obvious oral fixation, I leaned over and whisper to Becka “watch this.” This sweet, innocent little cheerleader pulled a long, white cigarette from her purse, placed it carefully in her mouth, lit it, and took a slow, deep drag. When I pulled it away from my mouth, I watched his eyes jump back and forth from the cigarette with my lip prints on it to my mouth filled with creamy white smoke contrasting against my dark lips. “God, look how he’s breathing,” Becka said. “It’s like he’s having an orgasm right in front of us.” “Not yet,” I smiled, “but in about 1 minute…”. The exhale was highlighted by my adjusting my seating position to slowly uncross my legs and, eyes closing, leaning back, like I was trying to relax. This pulled my skirt up just another inch or so, and he could make out the faint outline of this bad little college cheerleader who had simply forget to put on her delicates back on after a trip to the changing room! I opened my eyes and stared directly at him, and with another graceful motion I brought the cigarette to my mouth, and in a painfully slow, deliberate motion, wrapped my lips around it, took a drag and, with a little smile, blew the smoke his direction. “Wow, you really have him, don’t you?” Becka said. Then, with a very small change in the position of his hips, we watched in fascination as he obviously released the pressure that this ever-so-naughty cheerleader had built up inside him, and a very embarrassing wet spot appeared on the front of his slacks. “Did you just get him off without even a touch?” she laughed?

“How may points is that worth?” I giggled back.

Since Becka now owed me a pizza ‘cause of him, I decided to swing by the pet store, maneuver up next to him, and get up on my sweet little tippy-toes give him a nice little kiss on the cheek, while my pretty little hand gave him a teasing squeeze right where it did the most good.

“Dave, what the hell are you doing with her?” A shout from the back of the store… wheee, 15 more points!

Oh my, was it a good day at the mall today…I wonder if I’ll see Dave again.

...and give me a S and a T and an I, C, K!

[ And thanks to the photographer... Much thanks! *Grin* ]

Subtitle:
Part two, a story in images, Lady takes time savouring her fun from her day at the mall...