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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 young 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 &
freckled, certainly still in her mid-teens (19 at most). The girl's body
was something to dream about...lithe and lightly muscled, creamy freckled
skin, small high breasts, full succulent pale lips, and soft doe-like
brown eyes. But so young!
Her name was Megan, 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
Megan 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 grey eyes-as I stood almost naked before
the mirror-and imagine that my strong tapered fingers were really megan's
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 young 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 grey color would have become the pale blue fire of
smouldering passion.
This had to stop...I was a mature, 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 teenager 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.
Megan 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 underthings, her freckles seeming to break out in colonies all
over her face and slender neck...I suddenly felt something not at all like
responsible adult resolve! I selected a couple of lacy teddies of
different designs and had Megan show me to a dressing booth. The
fascinating young 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...
"Megan, 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 young 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. Megan 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 Megan finally found the
strength to rise and face me...her beautiful fresh teenage 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! Megan
thrust herself up on her toes to meet my downturned face, we kissed; her
sweet young 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 child finally sucking the throbbing erect nub into
her hot wet mouth. Shivers blossomed outward from my nipples and seemed to
shoot groinward, 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!
Megan drew that leg up sharply between my own, leaving nothing but the
tiny thin panties between my pistoning cunt and her own pale smooth
skin...as her skirt had now ridden up completely on that side.
As megan 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 young ass in my
experienced hands, hearing a low moan escape from her lips pressed so
completely into the pliant mound of my right tit! 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 megan's 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 young girl
responsible for it tightly to me...finally returning to passionate kissing
of her freckled face and pliant lips.
Megan 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 clit and down the yearning
slit...pushing the wet cloth deeper between my agitated pussy lips.
Finally she could stand it no longer, the teenager stepped back and drew
her blouse off over her head in a single swift motion...revealing a
beautiful pair of small, 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 teenaged 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 Megan 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.
Megan 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 freckled 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. Megan 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 Megan, 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!
Megan stood again, dragging the heated smoothness of her firm young body
across my naked skin as she did so...her peaked nipples leaving trails of
sensual fire across me. I pulled the teenager 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 small taut breasts. Then I devoured her
rosy pink nipples, nipping, licking, sucking them into swollen
erection...eliciting short gasps of delight from the young 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 cunt hair to see her beautiful young 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 Megan 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 cock; to
feel myself as a rod of burning need within her. A low whimper from the
young 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 an 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 teenagers hands rising to caress and pinch her own breasts
and nipples! Megan 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 cunt against my whip-like
tongue and raking lips. Megan 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-often jaded-older
woman, and the fresh young girl...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 Megan 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 Megan's 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. Megan's 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 Megan's 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 Megan 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. Megan 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 teenage 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 Megan, 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
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