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SP is a fellow-admirer of voluptuously curved women who know no moderation when it comes to showing off their figures in tight clothing: those who believe that "the tighter the better", right up to the point where something bursts under the strain! He has written several stories on my fiction pages, and has also given me tales from time to time of tight-skirted ladies he has enjoyed seeing or meeting in real life.
SP wrote to tell me about a fellow student at his university who sounds like pleasant company:
Just thought I'd also
tell you about a recent tight dress sighting. The girl in is a blonde from
Canada who lives two rooms away from me in my hall of residence. She fits
into the "Juanita class"
(a little on the large side but totally obsessed with her appearance).
Anyway yesterday she was wearing a skin tight blue summer dress. She looked
great just stood in it but it was really fun watching her trying to get
around in it. She was OK walking (it produced a nice wiggle) but as soon
as she was required to do anything different problems arose.
Because it's been so hot we all went out on the grass, now this would have
been fine had her friends not decided to start throwing the freshly cut
grass. The other girls were all wearing baggy trousers so they had great
manouvarability but she did not. They quickly gathered that her dress prevented
her from moving quickly and retaliating to their attacks. In a very short
period of time the poor girl was covered in grass. But the real fun was
in watching her trying to manouver herself out of the way, several times
I thought that dress would explode. Although, perhaps the most appealing
aspect, for me, was the way the dress clamped her legs together, indeed
at points she was just having difficulty keeping balance. Great fun to
watch!
SP is like me a fan of women with curvy rather than thin figures who wear very tight dresses - obviously, or he wouldn't have come here in the first place ;-) He was a student at the time he wrote this, and had recently returned to University for what is called "Fresher's Week" (fresher = freshman in American dialect.) They had a ball to celebrate the new arrivals, and SP was on the lookout for tight fashions. He found them:
Last night I went to the Freshers Bop at the biggest hall of residence
and some of the sights were to die for. It was like being in heaven. At
leat 50% of the girls were wearing some kind of tight skirt, and those
that weren't were in tight trousers. I have never seen so many bottoms
ready to explode out!
I, however, have absolutely no doubt who won the award for the tightest.
It was a somewhat chubby blonde (dyed) who had somehow managed to cram
herself into a blue dress that must have been several sizes too small.
It was knee length, and combined with high heels. Well I couldn't resist.
Perhaps because she weighed a bit too much she didn't seem to be getting
that much attention (crazy but true) so I made my move. In the slightly
drunken state I was in I decided (perhaps rather cruely) that it would
be interesting to see if I could get her to burst out.
So, remebering the comment from one of the Ward pictures [a
reference to a Bill Ward cartoon where a man offers a drink to a beautiful
girl in an incredibly tight Fifties sheath and she replies "No thanks,
I refuse to get any tighter!" - Webmaster's note] when the
tight dressed lady refuses any food and drink because she can't stand her
dress getting and tighter, I bought her all the food and drink I could
get her to consume. Which I have to say was quite a lot. Anyway, by 1am
she was more than a little tipsy and seemed to have added an inch or so
around the waist. And as she sat down for just one more Southern Comfort
and Coke she did so to a beautiful ripping noise. As that happened her
expression was perfect, pure horror. The end result, however, was that
she persuded me to give her my shirt so she could rap it around her bum,
so I ended up looking pretty dumb as well! A night I will not forget none
the less.
After qualifying from university, SP got a job in the hard world of business. He continued to admire curvy and tightly dressed ladies, though, and was delighted to find that in the office and the city centre he had a chance to meet women who dressed to impress and had the money to do it well:
I don't know if I told you the story of the candidate with the tight skirt and stiletto heels. We also recruit commercial candidates (ie salespeople)and the ladies are inevitably attractive and dressed to the hilt. Well, this curvy blonde came in and sat in the waiting area - she was wearing a tight pin striped suit and the ultimate in shiny pointy heels. I reckon at least four inches. She wasn't my candidate but heck I was watching. So she sat herself down and waited for her consultant.
You could see she was seriously nervous as she waited, with the tension seriously building up. Well as the consultant arrived she firstly struggled to get to her feet, having to haul herself up off the sofa. When she did she was actually wobbling on her heels struggling for balance, so she struggled through the introductions. Then she kind of swivelled on her heels and began to head off to the interview room. We have a wood panelled floor (heels make a lovely click on it) and the impossible happened; one of her pointy heels locked in.
The poor girl never had a chance. With her heels and suit it was too much and she just toppled over and fell in an undignified mess on the sofa. In the process she popped a button on her jacket. Lovely to watch, truly classic!
I always feel that a woman who takes the trouble to dress up sexily is a benefactress of society. For the price of her effort she gives pleasure to dozens, even hundreds of people she passes during her day at work. One such delighted SP on a late spring day in 2004:
Had the pleasure of following the most bootylicious blonde lady in a far too tight pin striped suit through the centre of Weatherfield. She had a knee length pencil skirt with a slit up the front. The skirt was seriously tight and had the look it had been bought a good 10lbs ago and maybe not worn since the last warm weather in September. The material cupped a big juicy bubble butt just perfectly - the material straining with each step. A pair of beautiful black and white stilleto heels added to her effect. The jacket tapered in at the middle and the buttons around her chest were almost popping off.
Perhaps most sexy for me was watching her with her co-workers. They were a pretty sexy bunch themselves but had the standard stilleto boots (very nice) and tightly fitted trouser suit. But my ladys movements were just so beutifully precariously balance. The sway of the hips with each step, the way she teeterd just slightly on the those heels. They way the hem of her too tight skirt forced that patented Monroe wiggle. The way the too tight material cupped her opulent derriere and made it difficult for her to sit and eat her lunch. In short that wonderously over ambitious pin striped suit was making just the simplest movement a precarious balancing act. Lovely!
SP may not have had to deal with the candidate with the tight skirt and stiletto heels himself, but eventually his luck was in, and it was his duty to work with an even more delectable lady!
As I've said before I'm working as a Recruitment Consultant which means I basically get paid as first headhunt Legal candidates and then place them at firms. So part of the job is regular visits to firms and get an understanding of what they want etc. For the smaller firms this is a painful process as you usually meet partners who are a complete pain but in the larger firms they have a HR team and there are usually some real babes on the team. Its very much a pretty girl job.
So to cut to the good part of the story I went to visit a huge Conveyancing firm in Weatherfield to meet their HR Manager. Now I knew from talking to her on the phone she was going to be a sexy lady but I wasn't quite prepared for what I got. Toni was quite simply a tight skirt lovers dream.
So I'm waiting in reception I'm sat reading through the various company literature you get and then I hear this click of heels working their way down the stairs that lead to reception. So I look up, and then the heart starts flipping beats. Toni has crammed an explosively curvy figure into a literally skin tight black skirt suit. She was carefully balancing on the way down, having to hold the railing with one hand. Truly luscious!
Then I stood for the customary handshake as she reached the foot of the stairs. Now her wiggle over to me was something. A real bound with each forced step in that too tight tapered skirt, a little ripple and bounce each time her heels clicked on the floor. She truly had the figure to die for. A little bit of extra weight around a figure that I imagine a few years back was model thin.
Anways, we had our meeting and did our tour of the firms offices. I would also have to say that (as per our phone conversations) Toni was a very sexy flirty lady, and combined with that too tight suit and killer heels I was getting seriously turned on. So I suggested we do dinner. Of course I'm on company expenses so off we go to one of the citys trendy bars.
So we ordered and then the conversation moves quickly away from work. From what I know of Toni she is what I profile as the "HR Bimbo", the good looking girl with a boring job that pays pretty well. But nothing that excites her. She's far more interested in the cloths, cosmetics, nights out and holidays her money can buy. So I got the conversation away from work and Legal candidates. As I always try with the image conscious city worker I try to get the conversation onto her image and look. And with Toni this was no problem.
She'd had a baby and had only been back at work two months (I knew this which sadly ruled anything serious out) and she was conscious about the weight she hadn't managed to lose. As she ploughed her way through her steak chips and salad and her bottle of Chardonnay Toni explained how impossible it was to get her weight back to pre baby levels. And this is roughly how the conversation went:
Toni: ...and I can hardly get in any of my suits, its like the buttons are popping off"
Me: Oh you look great to me!
Toni: (giggling) Oh this suit is sooo tight on me, when I bought it is was too big. My bums squeezed like a sausage!
Me: (getting seriously aroused) so you don't normally go for the skin tight look?
Toni: Nooo, not for work.
Me: Well you should keep it up!
Toni: (laughing still) thanks! (now she leans over with a coy look) I popped my buttons this morning!
My eyes bulge as she leans across and shows me where one brass button is missing around the tightly tapered waist. Lovely!
And the final turn on. As we finish the meal and she starts getting up I stayed sat for one final hope. That suit was seriously tight and for a lady who'd obviously put quite a bit of weight on I was guessing that maybe there was a little help getting that big butt into that skirt.
She got up with a real effort, balancing carefully on those heels and using the table for a bit of support. She had to pooch her rear out as she heaved herself up and that’s when I caught a glimpse. A was looking for a normal panty line, but there was none. The line was instead further down at the bottom of her butt cheeks. Control Briefs! And with the fabric so tight and taut around that generous rump you could see the compacted effect, and you could see where the fat was bulging around its hem. Tasty!
I have to say now I've started really looking loads of women working here are getting into those figure huggin skirt and trouser suits with the help of a bit of Lyrca. In my company there’s certainly two using such measures and it seems real common. Nothing like a bit of vanity!
