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Subject: {ASSM} Jo's Joys (1/?)
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This is my first submission. Feel free to criticise.
As usual, this story is copyright by me, and may be reprinted (fr non-
commercial use ONLY) so long as this notice is included and credit is
given.
This is a work of fiction, involving sex between adults -- intended for
adults (over 18) only. If reading it in your area would be illegal, don't
read it. If what's in it would offend you, don't read it.
Otherwise, enjoy!
Jo's Joys, Part 1/? By Inosolan
(FF, seduction)
Today was a free day -- no classes, and she had all her homework for the
week finished, as well. Jo decided to go shopping; it was a while since
she bought any clothes, and she thought she'd try something new.
There it was -- the new store she'd noticed and talked about with her
roommate -- "Hot Rags" was the name and the mannequins in the window wore
some of the sexiest clothing she'd seen in a long time. One in particular -
- brunette, long-haired and small, but long-legged, just like herself --
wore skintight pants of soft black leather, boots with spike heels at least
three inches high, and a tight-laced black leather bolero over a white jer
sey top that she was sure would cling and show every line of the body under
it. She imagined herself wearing an outfit like that at the Student Union,
and the way everyone would stare as she passed, and she felt the beginning
of a warm glow deep inside.
Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the door and walked in.
Inside the store was even more outrageous than the window displays had
implied -- one whole counter was taken up with a display of nothing but
dildoes of all shapes, colours and maerials, soft rubber ones and hard ones
that looked as if they were carved from wood; small ones and one at least
eighteen inches long and as thick as her own wrist. There was a case full
of handcuffs, leather and velvet straps, blindfolds and gags. A counter
heaped with lubricants. Perfumes. Vibrators.
And clothes.
Clothes everywhere -- clothes ranging from simply made but sexily-tight
blue jeans to bras of all kinds to lingerie and erotic garments she had
hardly even imagined in her wildest dreams. She was particularly attracted
to one beutifully and realistically molded mannequin wearing a beautiful
stretch-lace catsuit over its opulent curves... and then suddenly turned
away in embarrassment as she realised that the suit was crotchless and the
mannequin was accurately-detailed, indeed.
But the thought of the shimmering golden hair against the black lace seemed
to linger with her, and the odd glow she felt warmed a little more.
Still a bit flustered, she turned abruptly away to walk down an aisle, and
collided with a shop assistant who had stepped up behind her but not had a
chance to announce herself. Startled, they both almost tripped, and
briefly, instinctively, clutched at each other for balance.
Somehow, she found her hand almost possessively cupping the girl's firm
breast. She could feel the nipple stir, begining to rise, against her
palm.
Quickly, in embarrassed confusion, she jerked her hand away and stepped
back, not daring to meet the other girl's eyes.
But the memory of the nipple beginning to harden against her palm, and of
the warm, yielding firmness of the girl's breast under her fingertips
burned in her consciousness, and the warmth she felt began to have a
definite meaning and location.
How could she be becoming excited over just a touch -- and a touch of the
hand to a woman's body, at that? Why did the whole afternoon suddenly seem
so erotically-charged?
"I'm terribly sorry -- clumsy of me -- may I help you, Miss?" the
salesgirl, obviously slightly embarrassed herself, apologised and asked,
causing her to actually look at the girl for the first time.
It appeared that management at least didn't mind if the staff showed off
the shop's wares themselves, and possibly even encouraged them to. The
girl, slightly taller than she was herself, and with even longer legs, wore
a red skirt that would have modestly covered her all the way to her ankles,
except that it was so sheer that it molded every detail under it and that
it was slit from the hem almost to the hip on each side, clearly showing
her fine legs whenever she moved or a breath of air stirred the light
material. On her feet she wore shoes of bright red patent leather, with
platform soles and incredibly high heels that made her almost six feet tall
as she stood there; and she wore glistening black opera-length hose of pure
silk, held by an old-fashioned garter belt whose red lace was occasionally
visible. Her waist was circled by a wide black patent leather belt that
emphasised how very narrow it was in contrast to her flaring hips and broad
shoulders. Her large nipples were barely hidden by the neckline of a tight
sweater of thin chasmere that caressed and molded every inch of her flesh,
and left no doubt that she was braless. She had a narrow face with strong
cheekbones, wide red lips, blue eyes, and heavy blonde hair cut in the
style of the Fifties sex goddess, Betty Page.
"May I help you?" the girl asked again, statrling Jo out of her reverie.
"Ummm -- I'd like to look at something like that," she said, pointing at
the mannequin in the leather outfit.
"Ah -- the dominatrix look," the girl smiled. "Got a boyfriend who needs a
little ... discipline?" She extended one foot slightly, as if grinding
something into the floor, assumed a look of disdain, and said "'Lick my
boot clean, worm!', that sort of thing?"
"Ummm, no -- that is, I mean... well, I don't have a boyfriend at the
moment..." she stammered. Now why had she told this stranger something she
hadn't even admitted to herself before right now? That her latest
boyfriend, like the one before, had decided he was more interested in her
roommate than he was in her? Not that it was Backy's fault, she hadn't
encouraged him -- hadn't encouraged any of them -- but somehow...
"Oh, too bad. Well, I'd say you've got the sort of looks that you ought to
be able to find another easily enough... though a little decoration on the
package never hurts." She smiled again, more broadly, openly looking Jo up
and down and liking what she saw. "And that outfit ought to suit you to a
'T'." She turned and began selecting items from shelves. "I'll get the
outfit and the appropriate accessories together -- why don't you go into
the back of the store and wait for me in Fitting Room One?"
"Ummm, okay -- thank you," Jo said, a bit uncertainly, as she turned and
made her way to the room. She might have been even more uncertain if she
had seen how the girl sent a quick glance after her, then smiled to
herself, locked the front door and pulled down the "Closed" shade in its
window. Humming happily, the girl added a small perfume atomiser to the
things she was already carrying, and followed Jo to the fitting room.
Jo was startled by the luxuriousness of the room she found herself in; to
her, "Fitting Room" suggested a small cubicle with a mirror on one wall and
not much more. But this! The room was at least twice a s big as she had
anticipated, with a warm wool carpet in place of the bare floor she had
expected, a large leather-covered couch in place of the hard bench most
such rooms had, several mirrors on the walls (and even one o n the ceiling
she didn't notice), and what looked as if it might be a small bar in one
corner.
She was still taking it in when the salesgirl bustled in behind her and
deposited all of the things she was carrying carefully on a counter along
one wall.
"Let's see how well this stuff fits you" she said, and then, as if meaning
nothing, placed her hand in the small of Jo's back and gently pushed her
toward the center of the room.
Jo barely managed to stop herself from gasping aloud at the sudden touch of
the girl's warm hand against her back, just brushing, surely by accident,
along the top edge of her shapely cheeks. She felt the warm glow again, and
fought to not show that she was, inexplicably, becoming aroused.
"My name is Nikki, by the way -- what's yours? Jo? How nice -- I like the
name Jo. All right, you get undressed, and i'll help you try this stuff
on."
Get undressed? In front of her? Surely... But Nikki seemed unconcerned at
the prospect, merely humming gently as she straightened the clothing where
it lay on the countertop.
Well, all right... Jo grabbed the waist of her top and carefully pulled it
off over her head. Letting it fall onto the leather couch, she then
unsnapped the waistband of her skirt, and stepped out of it, folding it and
dropping it to the leather as well. Standing there in bra and panties, she
had to consciously stop her hands from trying to cover her breasts or her
crotch as the other girl turned to face her.
"Oh, my -- that will never do. You can't wear that sort of stuff under
this outfit -- we'll have to start at the skin and work outward. Take
those things off, too."
Jo wsn't sure she'd heard corectly -- strip nude? Well, she thought to
herself, it's not as if it's in front of a strange *man*... (She sternly
ignored the warmth that had centered itself between her legs.) She reached
behind her and unsnapped her bra, then pushed the straps off her shoulders
and let it slip away from her pink-tipped breasts. As she did so, she
didn't notice the way Nikki, turnig toward the mirror, watched how her
breasts stood outward as her back arched as she shed the bra.
Reaching down, she slipped her fingers into the waistband of her panties,
slid them downward, and stepped out of them, now wearing only her sneakers.
Glancing at Nikki to make sure the blonde wouldn't see her, she quickly
stroked her breasts with her palms, feeling her nipples stir a bit.
Nikki, still watching in the small mirror, licked her lips and imagined her
own hands there.
"All right. This leather is quite thin and soft and tight. It would show
hideous panty lines from the sort of garment you just took off, so try
these on," Nikki said, turning around with a wisp of black silk in one hand
. Jo stared. The ... garment ... that Nikki held consisted of a small
triangular patch of sheer silk and some elastic strings. "Ummm -- what is
that?" she asked, feeling a bit stupid.
"Thong panties, of course," Nikki smiled. "Slip them on, now."
Jo took them, looked at them for a moment, and then slipped them on.
Catching a glimpse in a mirror, she realised that the silk triangle, while
it covered her crotch adequately, left nothing to the imagination, and the
way that the thong in back slid downward and disappeared between her cheeks
seemed positively obscene.
So why did she feel so excited? Why was she afraid that, if she took off
the thong, it would be damp?
"Excllent." Nikki said. "Now the pants. Let me help you."
Taking the soft leather in her hands, she knelt down by Jo's feet, guiding
first one foot, then the other, into the legs of the pants. "Rest your hand
on my shoulder if you need to balance," she said, and Jo did.
Nikki took her time slipping the supple, warm leather up Jo's long, curved
legs. Without definitey seeming to, her hands caressed every inch of the
outside of the other girl's calves and thighs, then came to rest, as if by
accident, on Jo's hips, as Nikki stood behind her, their bodies almost
touching.
Jo's eyes were partly closed, and she was aware that her nipples were
stirring.
"And now, the zipper," said Nikki. Keeping one hand on Jo's hip to
"steady" her, the salesgirl reached far down in front of her to find the
zipper tab where the zipper curved down and much further than normal under
the crotch of the pants.
As if by accident, her fingertips slipped inside the tight pants and gently
slid over Jo's mound in the tight, damp silk panties. "There it is!" she
exclaimed, catching hold of the zipper tab and pulling it upward, letting
it slip slowly along with a small pressure against Jo as it slipped over
the silk covering her pussy lips and then across her clitoris on the way.
Jo gave a small moan in the back of her throat, and Nikki smiled. "Now
slip this on," she said, handing Jo the soft, white jersey top. "I love
this material," she said, rubbing her hand slowly along it, where it lay
along Jo's arm. Jo shivered and almost seemed ready to purr like a cat
being stroked. "It's so soft and so smooth and so warm and cool at the same
time..."
"Isn't there a ... ummm ... a bra?" Jo asked. She was finding it hard to
think about anything beside Nikki's hand on her arm and the perfume Nikki
wore.
"Oh, no -- it would show too much. It's built into the bolero. Over your
head, now..." she said, as she helped Jo slip the soft top on.
Now, isn't that soft... and warm... and niiiiccce?" she, said as she
smoothed wrinkles out of the material along Jo's sides from her shoulders
to her waist; her hands rested momentarily on Jo's hips, holding her
gently, pulling her back against Nikki's body (Jo shivered again as she
felt Nikki's hard nipples press against her with only two thin layers of
fabric between them and her own skin), then again smoothing wrinkles upward
along Jo's sides until her fingers touched Jo's breasts gently, cupping
them for just a fleeting moment, touching the aching nipples fleetingly, so
lightly it might have been Jo's imagination...
"You have such lovely breasts, you know," she murmured, her hot breath
tickling Jo's ear. "It would be a shame to hide them, like that top and
that bra you were wearing tried to."
Jo stood there, not moving at all.
She wasn't sure that she *could* move; not sure she could do anything
unless this tall beautiful woman told her to. Something inside her told
her that this wasn't like her... that she didn't do the sort of thing that
she was suddenly wanting to do so badly... She moaned again, softly.
Nikki took the leather bolero. "You see," she said, as if not aware of what
was happening to Jo, it has cups molded into the leather."
She slipped the garment over Jo's torso, laced the front, and began
adjusting it so that the cups caught and cradled and lifted Jo's pretty
tits, the nipples pressing darkly against the light white fabric that was
all that covered them. She tied the lacings, stpped behind Jo again, and,
placing her hands on the shorter woman's hips, turned her until she faced a
full length mirror.
"There, you see -- " she said, "I told you that the bolero would suport
you."
Jo looked, and realised that, indeed, the bolero's cups were pressing in
and up under her tits, making them seem higher and fuller than ever before.
Her niples stood out, clearly visible, completely erect, which she knew
ought to embarrass her, but somehow didn't.
"You are so beautiful," Nikki murmured, leaning forward to practically
whisper it into Jo's ear, as her hands again cupped the pretty brunette's
tits, this time firmly and posessively, her fingertips caressing the hard
nubs of their tipsm aking them even harder and more sensitive. Jo's body
shook, and she murmured "nooo..." , but Nikki murmured "Yesss" into her
ear, then tickled the pink shell with the tip of her hot wet tongue.
Nikki's hand slipped downward from Jo's tit, trailing slowly and excitingly
across her flat belly, until she touched Jo's mound thru the thin, hot
leather. She caressed the outside of Jo's pussy, rubbing the leather and
the silk of the skimpy panties Jo wore against the outer lips, pressing Jo
backward so that her warm rounded ass rubbed against Nikki's own mound.
Nibbling at Jo's ear and neck, she continued to stroke and caress her tit
and her pussy until Jo moaned and trembled and gasped in orgasm.
The brunette almost fainted from the shock of the unexpected orgasm, and,
as her knees buckled, Nikki guided her down onto the huge, leather-covered
couch. Jo lay full length, not moving, staring up into the blonde's face.
For a moment, with one hand, Nikki fondled and teased Jo's breasts, with
the other she stroked her cheek. One finger slipped between Jo's lips, and
the smaller woman suckled at it like a baby...
Then slowly Nikki bent forward, and pressed her lips to Jo's, kissing her
gently but insistently. Her tongue slipped out and caressed Jo's lips,
then pressed harder until they slowly parted. For a moment Jo simply lay t
here as Nikki's tongue explored her lips and teeth, then, tentatively, she
began to kiss back, her own tongue moving, touching its tip to Nikki's.
Nikki raised her head, reached between them, and took hold of the lace that
closed the leather vest. As she slowly untied the knot she had tied so
recently, she murmured "I always like to unwrap gifts that come in pretty
packages."
The leather fell open and fell away.
Nikki slipped her hand gently under the leather and cupped Jo's breast
fully for the first time, then leaned forward and kissed Jo again, as she
gently pinched the hard little pebble-like nipple between thumb and
forefinger.
This time, there was no hesitation, as Jo's tongue slipped into Nikki's
mouth and stroked and fought with Nikki's own.
Breaking the kiss, Nikki said "You're mine, now. And i have so much to
teach you..."
--
Inosolan@galaxycorp.com
He who would speak truth should have one foot in the saddle.
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reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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