"Who's there?" she asked through the intercom. "It's Margot," came back the voice she recognised from earlier in the day. Freya opened the door and let the other woman in. She was almost unrecognisable from this morning. Gone was the severe calf length skirt and the pin tucked white blouse. In its place, the woman was wearing a short (very short!) mini kilt with sheer black blouse. Freya was amazed; the other woman was clearly older than her, but the breasts, clearly visible under the sheer blouse were full and showed no signs of sagging. Her legs were stunning. Standing in a pair of ankle high boots, the heels of which were at least 5 inches tall, Freya's eyes followed them from the boots to the hem of her mini. Either Margot was wearing stockings or the body section of her tights was very long! Margot had pulled her hair back and had fastened it into a high pony tail and her make-up was as dramatic as Freya's.

"I hope you remembered?" said Margot falteringly. "Of course!" said Freya, "I just hadn't expected....well this!" and she gestured at Margot's appearance. "Work's work and after work....comes play!" giggled the older lady. "I know you'll probably say that I'm too old to wear this sort of thing...." "No, I certainly wouldn't!"  cried Freya, "You look so gorgeous I could eat you!" "Later perhaps," said Margot, "We need to get you dressed first." "I'll just get you a drink and then we can head up to my bedroom," said Freya, "What's your poison?" "Mmmm; I think a Southern Comfort would hit the spot if you have it," replied Margot. "With lemonade?" "No, just ice please," answered Margot.

Freya filled a crystal water glass three quarters full of the amber fluid and dropped a few cubes of ice into the drink. "Anyone would think you're trying to get me drunk!" said the older woman, her eyes catching Freya's. "You never know!" said Freya, caught up in the undercurrent of the attraction between the two women, "Though I doubt my husband would approve. As far as he is concerned, sex outside the marriage bed is adultery no matter what sex it's with." "Oh, and what happens if we have sex in the marital bed?" asked Margot, a sly smile on her face. "You know what I mean!" came back Freya's reply. "Sorry," said Margot, clearly not sorry at all, "But I think you should consider your options, besides, what the eye doesn't see etc.!" Freya was confused, and took a swig of her drink. The neat vodka burned a trail down her throat, making her cough slightly, before igniting a small glow in her stomach.

Margot followed Freya up to her bedroom, complimenting her on the house and its decoration. When they two women entered the bedroom, Freya put on some gentle background music while Margot started to unpack the bag containing the items Freya had bought earlier. "What's this?" asked the older woman, picking up the packet of temporary tattoos. "Oh, er, just something I got from the shop you recommended. Why?" asked Freya. "Did you apply one?" asked Margot, reading the instructions on the outside of the packet. Freya shrugged off her robe, showing Margot her handiwork. "Three actually!" she grinned. "Oh dear," said Margot, "I think madam should have read the warning notes first!" Freya looked puzzled, "I did read the instructions; why would there be warnings on some simple transfers?" "Because, you silly girl, you should always read all the instructions or warnings on packets! If you were using a new skin product, wouldn't you test it first?"

Freya pouted. "They're just transfers; what could possibly go wrong!" "If you read the notes, you may have set yourself up for a real fun evening! It also probably explains why I want to jump you right now!" retorted Margot. "Please could you tell me what you mean?" asked the younger woman. "Well," said Margot, "The warning section says that; ‘to enhance your enjoyment of our product, a psycho-sexual pheromone enhancer has been included within the transfer. This will be particularly effective to the race the tattoo is designed to encourage though it will, of course, increase the response to the wearer of all those close enough to be affected by the pheromone release agent.' It goes on to warn; ‘Users are advised to wear one transfer at a time. Additional transfers will augment the effects by an increased order of magnitude' Freya looked puzzled at first; then comprehension dawned, "Oh! So that's what the tingling was," she announced, "I thought it was strange that an innocuous transfer would have that effect!" Margot laughed, "You'll be the light that all the moths will flutter to tonight, you lucky girl! Anyway, let's get you dressed; if you stand there naked any longer, I won't be held responsible for my actions!"

Margot laid out the corset on the bed and, after a little thought, placed a pair of glass sheer, black fully fashioned stockings alongside it. "What was madam thinking of wearing?" she asked. "Please drop the ‘madam'," said Freya, "As you are coming out with me tonight, it'll sound a bit strange you calling me madam! I'm Freya." Margot looked puzzled. "I'm coming out with you?" she asked. "Of course!" exclaimed Freya, "I don't know any of the hot spots. From what you're wearing, it's clear you're no stranger to partying down!" Margot‘s cheeks flushed. "Well, if you insist." "No arguments!" said Freya, "Now let's look at my wardrobes, though I'm not sure I have anything to match your outfit!"

The two women looked through Freya's wardrobes, discussing the relative merits of different outfits, but neither could agree on one that suited. Finally, Margot pulled out a flared cream lace mini dress. "This will show off those lovely shoulders, the sweetheart neckline will show off that delightful décolletage, and of course that fake tattoo!" "Hmmm," said Freya, "But it's not as short as yours and it's a bit....bland." "Wait until you see the total effect," responded Margot, "Now, do you have some scissors handy?" Freya disappeared for a moment and returned with her sewing basket. Margot rummaged around and found a seam ripper. "Just what I need!" she cried, "Now you be pulling the corset on and I'll lace you up in a sec."  Freya stepped into the corset and slid it up over her hips and settled her breasts in place. Glancing over her shoulder, she could see Margot working on the dress. "Ready!" she called. Margot stepped over and tightened the laces, pulling the corset tighter and tighter around the younger woman's waist. "Breathe in Freya," said Margot and, placing her knee in the small of Freya's waist, tugged the laces further before tying them off. "Phew, I can hardly breathe!" moaned Freya. "You'll get used to it pretty quickly!" laughed Margot.

She gave Freya a pair of soft cotton gloves. "Use these to put your stockings on," she said, "While I finish altering this dress." Freya took the first stocking and inserted her toes into the reinforced section. Slowly pulling the stocking up past her ankle, she wriggled her toes, admiring the way the red nail varnish was still visible through the reinforcement. As the stocking moved up to her thigh, she could feel the kiss of the nylon on her skin, whisper thin, clinging to her. She fastened the first few suspenders, but decided to leave those near the back of the corset for the other woman to attach for her. Putting on the other stocking, she stood awaiting Margot to finish adapting the dress. "There, that should do the job!" said Margot with a twinkle in her eye, "Come here my dear, let's get those suspenders attached." Freya stood quietly, while the other woman inserted her hand between the nylon and Freya's thigh.

She shivered at the contact of the other woman's hand and closed her eyes. Biting her bottom lip, she tried to concentrate on other things to take her mind off the caress of Margot's hands, fastening and adjusting the suspenders, the backs of her hands brushing against Freya's bottom. The older woman looked up, noting the closed eyes and the increased breathing. "Hmmm; I think I'd better adjust the front ones as well," she murmured. Freya braced herself for the contact, but it still came like an electric shock as the back of Margot's hand brushed against her pussy. Freya shuddered; so close, so close! Margot stood up and took a step back. "That's better!" she noted, cocking her head to one side, "You shall go to the ball!" Freya grimaced, "You're the strangest looking fairy godmother I've ever seen," she said sarcastically and, putting her hands on her hips, looked in her mirror. "Not too shabby," she said, admiring the way the corset nipped in her waist and accentuated her breasts, the transfer clearly visible. Her legs looked like they had been dipped in black ink and, turning sideways, the black transfer above her ankle was clearly on view.

"Shoes next," said Margot and helped Freya step into her towering Louboutins, the black patent leather matching well with her corset and stockings. "I'm not sure that a cream dress and black shoes goes together," mused Freya. "Of course they do! I hate women who come into the shop with cream wool dresses, nude tights and nude courts. They look like they've had a coat of magnolia paint. Break it up girlfriend; live a little!" declared Margot. She retrieved the dress from the bed where she had been making her adjustments and passed it to Freya. Freya stepped carefully into the dress and pulled it up, sliding the narrow straps onto her shoulders. The other woman stepped behind and zipped her up. Looking into the mirror, Freya gasped; Margot had removed the silk lining to the dress, so now the lace had no backing and was completely see through! The lights, positioned as they were, shone on her body. The black corset and stockings were clearly visible, and worse, the black ace of spades transfer on her pussy, along with her pussy itself, were on show for all to see!

"I can't wear this!" squeaked Freya, "You can see everything!" Margot walked over to the young woman, ran her hand up Freya's thigh and laid it on her pussy, her middle finger resting between the puffy lips. Margot leaned forward and Freya was powerless to resist as the older woman, looking her in the eye, leaned in and kissed her, her hot tongue tasting and exploring Freya's willing mouth. Freya felt her knees tremble and Margot, sensing the young woman might collapse, leaned back slightly, her finger now exploring the liquid velvet of Freya's cunt. "Oh god, what are you doing?!" panted Freya. "What you have wanted all along!" replied Margot knowingly. "You are desperate for release and tonight I'll make sure you get it! Right, I've got a taxi due any second as I knew I couldn't trust myself with you! Get your coat, girlfriend, you've pulled!" Freya tottered down the stairs, her legs still a little wobbly and her head swimming. She hadn't had that much to drink, but she still felt intoxicated.

"Whew!" she gasped, "I feel pissed!" "I bet you didn't read the warning on your temporary tattoo packet about avoiding alcohol either, did you?" sniggered Margot. "It tells you quite clearly that the psycho-sexual pheromone enhancer is amplified further by booze and that, as well as bringing everyone around you to their knees, (like me for instance), it enhances your own desires and gives a feeling of euphoria similar to being drunk!" The doorbell rang as Freya struggled into her coat and grabbed her handbag, Margot pushing her out of the door and guiding her into the cab. "The Lion's Den!" she said to the driver, who, after looking over his shoulder, shrugged and drove off, the two women giggling to each other in the back seat. "Why did he give us that look?" asked Freya, as she managed to calm down slightly. "You'll see!" was the enigmatic response from the older woman, "It should appeal to your signposted predilection!"  Freya look puzzled, but shrugged her shoulders. As the headlights of a passing car shone into the back seat, Freya noted with surprise that Margot also had a transfer visible on her breast.

"When did you put that on?" asked Freya. "It's been there for years," replied Margot, "I'm surprised you didn't notice it when I came in." "My mind wasn't really working when you arrived," said Freya, "Besides; I spent most of my time looking at those legs!" She reddened slightly at this admission and was taken aback as the other woman took her hand and placed it on her nylon covered thigh. Freya heart raced as she felt the smooth thigh, and, guided by Margot's grasp, found her hand sliding up the older woman's leg, past the top of the stocking, to the hot flesh just below Margot's pussy. Margot clamped her thighs together to hold Freya's hand in place and slid her hand up Freya's dress, to rest it on the younger woman's hot, wet cunt. Looking up, Margot noticed the taxi diver's eyes watching closely in the rear view mirror. "Eyes on the road Hunny," she said, "We don't want any accidents do we?!" The driver smiled, and thought to himself that these were some of the perks of his job.