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Lingerie Shop
Author: Beth Rayne
 She
was still there. Each time I entered the store I swung like a
pendulum between the hope that she would be gone, and the
strangely intense dread that I would never see her again...would
never know the promise of her taut body. It would be so
wrong...I knew that, but somehow I could not help but want her.
The store was a lingerie shoppe-of a major chain of shops-in a
large local shopping Mall. I had bought there often, liking the
high quality design and materials of their sexy undergarments
and bathing apparel...and about a month before had noticed the
way one of the salesgirls was paying special attention to me.
She was a small, young girl, strawberry blonde, certainly still
in her mid-30's. The girl's body was something to dream
about...lithe and lightly muscled, creamy freckled skin, medium
high breasts, full succulent pale lips, and soft doe-like brown
eyes. But young!
Her, and her mother managed the shop I soon discovered. Her
Mother was also quite lovely, but her sweet daughter was a rare
beauty...an untried rose just opening it's bud. After a few
visits more she started to talk to me, she was very nervous at
first...even though she never said anything forward or
improper...I could tell from the way she would glance at my
body, and offer suggestions about what would 'look good' on me,
that she had a dangerous fascination growing within her fresh
young mind. Several times I had caught her trying to see through
the billowing curtains that closed off the door to which ever
dressing room I would choose; her fervent desire to catch even a
glimpse of my naked body was somehow very exciting...it was
touching how important it seemed to be to her.
But still, she always smiled shyly and spoke so politely to me
upon my checking out that I never dared do more than fantasize
about
 making anything of it. Sexual fascination can build itself
in your mind in such odd and elusive ways...before I knew it I
would leave the shop and go immediately home, where I would put
on my purchase and stand before the full length wall mirror in
my bedroom. I would stand there in my new chemise or lace
camisole, clinging softly to my richly tanned torso...or
adjusting a new transparent demi-cup bra over my large firm 38-C
breasts, and adjustment that would often take some time as I
would enjoy the feel of those familiar dusky spheres of
woman-flesh in my hands...my nipples responding to the caresses
through the texture of the new fabric.
Often now I would close my steel blue eyes-as I stood almost
naked before the mirror-and imagine that my strong tapered
fingers were really her small delicate hands... that the
sensations I was bringing forth were from her softly pinching my
large dark brown nipples. That my hard thick nubs were aching
with delicious shivers of delight because of the girl's tender
loving ministrations! When the muscles in my thighs would start
to quiver with the strain of standing, swaying in a sensual
haze, with my eyes closed in forbidden fantasy...I would fall
backward onto my huge bed! If I were to then open my eyes, and
look again into the mirror, I knew their normal cool blue color
would have become the pale blue fire of smoldering passion.
This had to stop...I was very sexually active woman...to be
masturbating alone over this babe, like some Jr. High school
girl at a slumber party! I had to do something...soon!
I knew I had to see this thing through to some sort of
conclusion, I told myself that I had to be responsible about it,
I had to be adult...she was a women for god's sake. If that was
the truth; why did I wear my sexiest form-hugging sleeveless
knit dress, the one with the buttons down the back to just below
the buttocks and the open slit from there on down...why the
underwire half-bra that did such incredible things for my bosom
while still leaving my nipples bare to poke so provocatively
through the fabric of my dress top? Why-if I was going to tell
her she was getting in over her pretty little head-did I slide
into the seamed nylons and black garters, the tiny black silk
g-string panties...why the single golden drop of perfume along
the inner curve of my left thigh just below my smoothly shaven
pubic juncture?
From long time patronization I knew when her Mother's day off
was, and felt this would be more conducive to our necessary
discussion. I arrived at the Store and she turned as she heard
my stiletto heels click crossing the threshold of mall tiles,
she smiled so prettily, and with such obvious joy at seeing me,
that my resolve wavered...perhaps if I tried some things on
first, it would give me time to think of what needed to be said.
She virtually pushed the other salesgirl aside to reach me,
telling me how wonderful I looked...I told her she should know,
as she had sold me most of what I was wearing. She blushed so
sweetly when she realized I meant my under things, her dimples
seeming to break out when she smiled...I suddenly felt something
not at all like responsible adult resolve! I selected a couple
of lacy teddies of different designs and had her show me to a
dressing booth. The fascinating girl stood outside and chatted
with me through the curtains...waiting, I knew, for any glimpse
of my body that chance might afford her.
In the stillness of the booth I let out a heavy sigh...what was
I doing? Why was I so weak? But I knew some line had been
crossed when she blushed so deeply at my simple statement
concerning the very product her shop sells...why else the giddy
embarrassment except for the fact that the dainties were
clinging to MY body! I was somehow touched... 
"Hey, would you be a darling and give me a hand with these
buttons?" It was out of my mouth before I truly realized I had
spoken the words! There was a long silence, then the heavy
curtains parted and the girl slowly entered, looking shyly
anywhere but at my face...biting her lower lip.
I could feel the heat from her body in the enclosed space of the
booth as she slid around behind me, her little hands going to
the long row of tiny buttons down my back...she fumbled around
opening the top one...her fingers were actually trembling!
But she eventually got them all undone, kneeling behind me as
the last one opened and the dress parted to reveal the firm twin
spheres of my tanned ass cheeks, naked except for the thin strap
of the g-string running down between them. She gasped aloud! She
tried to cover it with her hand, but I heard it quite
clearly...there was no turning back for me now. As if there had
ever really been any question about it. I closed my eyes, took a
long deep breath, and-before the girl could rise from her
knees-turned around to face her...
We stood there like that for an eternal moment, me standing in
my exotic underwear, her kneeling before me...fully dressed in a
wide dark skirt and cowl-necked cotton blouse. her head just
about even with my silk covered crotch, I could feel her breath
blow in short hot waves across the skin of my upper thighs. I
was sure that she could smell the mixed musk of the perfume I
had placed down there and my growing excitement. The Moment
stretched to the point of embarrassment before her finally found
the strength to rise and face me...her beautiful fresh
face-surrounded in a halo of strawberry blonde curls-having to
look slightly up at mine, as her head barely topped the shelf of
my breasts. She almost brushed my excitement-hardened nipples as
she rose, exposed as they were by the half-cup bra...they
nearness of them illiciting another sharp gasp from her, her
soft brown eyes going wide and seeming to lock on them as she
rose.
The dressing booth seemed to press in on us-as if to force the
issue-the very air around us seemed superheated...I don't know
which of us moved first, I think it was her (psychologically I
need for it to have been her), but whichever it was we were
suddenly in each others arms! She thrust herself up on her toes
to meet my down turned face, we kissed; her sweet lips tasting
wonderful and her kisses so fervent and yearning! Her lithe form
trembling in my stronger arms, I caressed her back through the
blouse, pulling her tightly to me. My nipples burning points of
fire through the thin fabric between our bodies...at least I
knew I could feel hers pushing through against my naked skin as
our breasts slid warmly together with the passion of our
embrace.
 My tongue fenced expertly with her unskilled but enthusiastic
one, until she was force to break the impassioned kiss for
shortness of breath! Give her this...we had still not made
enough noise to be heard by anyone who was not standing directly
outside the booth! She dropped her lips to the darkly tanned
mound of my left breast, kissing and licking the pliant
woman-flesh...the sweet sucking the throbbing erect nub into her
hot wet mouth. Shivers blossomed outward from my nipples and
seemed to shoot groin ward, ultimately unfolding into a strong
clitoral need for stimulation! I ground my hips suddenly
forward, bringing my pubic mound firmly into contact with her
right hip bone just above her leg...and there slid the sodden
silk panties rapidly up and down in short furious strokes! She
drew that leg up sharply between my own, leaving nothing but the
tiny thin panties between my pistoning pussy and her own pale
smooth skin...as her skirt had now ridden up completely on that
side.
As she nursed rapaciously at my bosom, switching from first one
hard nipple to the other, then anxiously back again...I slid the
back of her skirt up. To my surprise, the girl was wearing no
panties at all! I cupped and kneaded the creamy naked spheres of
her supple ass in my experienced hands, hearing a low moan
escape from her lips pressed so completely into the pliant mound
of my right boob! The tiny sound of utter animal delight sending
the fricative sensations throbbing through my pussy-were I still
ground it firmly against her hip-over the top into sudden
pulsing orgasm!
I buried my face in the swirling mass of her clean soft hair,
and against her shoulder...to stifle the uncontrollable moans of
ecstasy that the orgasm brought forth. I was painfully aware of
the store full of customers just beyond the heavy curtains of
the dressing booth. My whole body shuddered as the sweet cum
subsided, and I held the slim girl responsible for it tightly to
me...finally returning to passionate kissing of her dimple face
and pliant lips.
She was breathing heavily and making tiny sighing sounds deep in
her throat, I knew she was in a pre-orgasmic state
herself...just from the kissing, the excitement borne of the
shattered barriers, and her brief explorations of my upper
torso! Her right hand left my back, sliding around my silken hip
and across my lower belly...to dip gently, timorously, down over
the silken g-string panties that covered my smooth pubic mound.
The girl gasped aloud and pulled back, giving me a startled look
that broke into a wild grin, when she realized that there is no
compression of pubic hair beneath the moisture soaked silk! Her
nervously exploring fingers running over my pussy and down the
yearning slit...pushing the wet cloth deeper between my agitated
pussy lips.
Finally she could stand it no longer, she stepped back and drew
her blouse off over her head in a single swift
motion...revealing a beautiful pair of medium, high, soft
looking breasts; with large pink raised aureolas around
little-but very erect-nipples. the conical, creamy white, mounds
were dusted with a delightful sprinkling of pale freckles. With
an equally quick working of a snapped belt, her skirt dropped to
the clothing littered floor of the cubicle, leaving the pretty
girl naked before my devouring gaze except for her romanesque
sandals. The youthful vibrancy, the delicate virgin sweetness of
her vulnerable nudity was almost unbearably sensual!
Her hands returned to my waist, and as she once again knelt
before me, like some kind of Victorian sex slave, she slowly
pulled my ruined panties down my long tanned legs. I was struck
with the sudden realization that I no longer knew who was
controlling the situation...there was nothing I would not have
done to please the girl, if she were to ask, right then. She
moved forward, her breath hot on my eager flesh...and as her
nails dug into the nut-brown skin of my upper thighs, she licked
delicately, tenuously, lovingly at the heat swollen inner lips
of my pussy. I gasped aloud with the sudden rush of longed for
sensation, and fell backwards; my shoulders impacting the
cubicle's wall with a solid thump! I pushed my shaven groin
forward against her sliding, probing tongue, causing the tip of
her nose to firmly impact with my erect clitoris...the 'peaks'
of sensation driving my towards another fast hard orgasm.
"Is everything all right in there?" called the voice of one of
the other salesgirls through the curtain...instantly paralyzing
our activity. She had but to part the hanging cloth in the
doorway, and all would be lost!
"No...no, we are doing fine...just a...difficult fastener. She
has gotten it. Thanks!" I said quickly, hoping the lust induced
huskiness of my voice would not be obvious to her.
"Very well then...I'll leave you to it." the salesgirl
responded, and we could hear her walk away. I looked down at
her, who was smiling impishly back up at me, obviously fighting
to suppress open laughter. The girl had nerve! She also had a
wonderfully quick tongue...which she immediately lashed wetly
across my heat-flushed pussy lips once again. Looping a leg over
her shoulder I forced her to continue eating me, nothing would
stop it this time...nothing!
I tore off the half-bra and clamped the straps between my teeth
to force myself to make no more than muffled groans, as another
strong rhythmic orgasm pounded through my body...she was good,
so very VERY good!
She stood again, dragging the heated smoothness of her firm body
across my naked skin as she did so...her peaked nipples leaving
trails of sensual fire across me. I pulled her to me for a long
fierce kiss of gratitude for the indescribable pleasure she had
given me, my tongue driving deep into her mouth, slipping wetly
around her own with thrilling sensation.
I kissed my way down from her sweet pale lips, across her tiny
chin, and down her smooth soft neck...to linger for eternal
delicious minutes on the freckle dusted upper curve of her
medium taut breasts. Then I devoured her rosy pink nipples,
nipping, licking, sucking them into swollen erection...eliciting
short gasps of delight from the lady to whom they belonged. She
ran her hands over my darkly tanned shoulders and then, with her
palms outward, slid them down to cup, and knead the lavish
fullness of my own breasts as I continued to suckle hers.
Finally I left her delectable hard nipples, and kissed my way
down her chest, over the glowing warmth of her belly, and into
the forbidden downy strands of her red-blonde pubic hair...hair
that was a much deeper coppery-red than the sun bleached
strawberry blonde tresses atop her head. I gently parted the
strands of pussy hair to see her beautiful pussy up close for
the first time, the outer lips were slight; little more than low
mounds on either side of the wonders they surrounded...her inner
lips...glistening with excitement borne moisture, were so pink,
so delicate-it made me ache with desire just looking at them. I
gently touched the wet inner lips with my long tapered fingers-
causing Her to gasp at the, often longed for, intimacy-pulling
the heat swollen tender folds of flesh apart. Her vaginal slit
was tiny, she would be wonderfully tight I realized...it made me
wish that I were a man, to delve the unknown-and unknowable for
me-delights of her virginity with my shaft; to feel myself as a
rod of burning need within her. A low whimper from the girl
brought me back to reality, her legs were actually trembling as
she awaited my attentions.
I teased her pussy lips with my fingertips for a few seconds,
sliding them slickly up and down the length of her yearning
slit...slowly & lightly rubbing over the hard nubbin of her
clitoris at the top. She literally growled, and pushed her groin
forward harder against the elusive digits...the hands rising to
caress and pinch her own breasts and nipples! She seemed lost in
a world of throbbing sensations, her eyes tightly closed...her
breath coming in short animal moans.
Finally relenting, I lean forward and dart my experienced tongue
across her honeyed pussy lips...across her need swollen
clit...probing on each downward stroke at the flowing wetness of
her vaginal opening. The taste of her girlish flesh was beyond
my ability to describe...I never wanted this illicit intimacy to
end! I wanted to stay buried between the girl's creamy thighs
forever...driving her further and further into realms of
passion!
Quite suddenly she grabbed my head, her fingers grasping into my
long black mass of hair, and pulled my face hard against her
groin...all delicacy was forgotten, the girl ground her pussy
against my whip-like tongue and raking lips. She let out a
heartfelt squeal of delight, without regard as to who might
hear, and I knew she was experiencing what was at least a
profound orgasm! An orgasm that took a wonderfully long time to
subside...time I took advantage of to thoroughly enjoy the taste
and smell of her pussy, my hands kneading the firm pliant
spheres of her freckled asscheeks all the while.
The girl finally slowed her grinding thrusts against my moisture
slick face, and slowly pulled away-with a groan that sang of
regret at the parting-and slid limply, in a naked heap, to the
floor of the dressing booth. Gasping and sweaty, from our
exertions and the nearly stifling heat of the closed booth, we
embraced...the experienced- woman, and the fresh young
women...equal for that eternal moment in our utter satisfaction!
I kissed her flushed glowing face, gently, lovingly...telling
her I understood the special nature of the gift she had offered
me. She lay cradled in my arms for a while, her body all
softness and slowly fading heat...then finally stirred with the
realization of how long we had been 'using' the dressing booth
in the crowded store.
I dressed Her slowly, savoring the simple intimacies it afforded
me...then she dressed me, giggling faintly as she planted a
fervent kiss on my shaven pussy, and then pocketed my drenched
silk panties while looking at me with a delightful mixture of
wickedness and blushing innocence! We checked each other for
details and finally admitted that we were composed enough to
leave the sweet privacy of the booth.
We came out into the cool air conditioning of the lingerie
store's main area, to notice that her Mother had returned and
was at the register...and that the other salesgirl was looking
at both of us in a way that was totally indecipherable. She
squeal at the moment of orgasm had clearly been heard by her,
but she may not have been completely certain what to make of it.
The question was; had Her Mother returned in time to hear it?
Any mature woman would have known instantly what it meant.
 Mentally lashing a 2x4 to my spine, I walked with Her to the
counter, watched-in mental agony-as she daintily kissed her
mother hello...the girl courting disaster, with the taste of my
pussy still on her lips! Her Mother turned to me and smiled her
wide generous smile she usually used while talking to valued
customers and said; "Ah, I see you have decided on several
lovely choices today."
I looked down at the pair of silk and lace teddies in my hands
and mumbled my way through the checkout procedure inanely,
feeling incredibly self-conscious. She grinning like a cheshire
puss behind her Mom's back the whole time. With a final knowing
smile I waved good-bye to the beautiful girl who had made such a
marvelous afternoon of delight possible...but I resolved-as I
drove home-to never go back to that store, to never see her
again! It was wonderful, but it was wrong! I would be strong
this time...it should be easy as she had no real way of
contacting and tormenting me.
As I collapsed exhausted on the sofa at home, the phone
rang...Reaching over to pick it up I was shocked to hear;
"Hello Darling! Just wanted you to know that I'm still yours
completely." It was Her, talking in a whisper...the noises of
the store behind her. I realized that my phone number and
address had been on the check I had left to pay for the
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