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Author: Alessia Gerini
Title: Fantasy Fulfilment
Part: Chapter 4
Summary: Alessia presents her first fantasy mission report and is then taken
shopping by Angelina. They fuck on the shop's floor knowing the assistant
was watching.
Keywords: FF+F, exhib, voy, rom
Editor: Pee J - with my gratitude
Contact Author: alessia@37NOBULL.com - delete "NOBULL"
Website 1: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/alessia/www/
Website 2: http://www.angelfire.com/jazz/alessia.gerini/
Kids, the politicians your parents elected think you don't need sex in your
lives until you're an adult. They think your ignorance of things sexual is
your bliss. Some religious or cultural mores preclude some adults from
reading sexually explicit material. This is sexually explicit material: It
is also a fantasy, no people were actually involved or hurt during the
writing of this except me and Pee J. No small furry animals were hurt during
the writing process only large ones. Some vegetables were eaten though, so
apologies go out to vegetarians. I only take responsibility for my ethics
not yours. So, y'all, if you will, read and enjoy.
~~,~~'~~<@
Fantasy Fulfilment 4
Sub-title: Preparations For An Initiation: The Shopping Trip
ONE: 'Headquarters'
I arrived at the coffee shop clutching a plastic folder with my report for
Angelina safely ensconced in it. My brassiere and briefs, as I had been
instructed, were tucked into it too. My nerves were a touch ragged. I wanted
my report to make a good impression on my boss, the Club's president,
Angelina.
It being a Saturday, I expected a few members to be here and I was not
disappointed. Good, I'd get to meet a few more members. As I approached, I
saw Angelina and Ingrid sitting together and sitting between them another, a
very pretty honey blonde girl, younger than me. She appeared a little glassy
eyed, but looked directly at me in apprehension. I then noticed her posture
and guessed she was getting the treatment I had had on my first visit!
I sat at a nearby table and waited discreetly, but boy, did she get noisy. I
smiled to myself, remembering it happening to me such a short time ago. With
that thought, unfettered by my brassiere, my nipples, by my nipple's
standards and to my delight, slowly woke up and pressed into my loose vest
making nice peaks in it. They felt good, very good swishing around, the
bloody show-offs.
I glanced over to her when I heard her come. I saw her shuddering and throw
herself back against the seat, eyes closed. She let out her breath in a
drawn out 'Ohhhhhhhhhh,' her face flushed and she looked gorgeous, her eyes
opening as the last of her orgasm subsided. Both Angelina and Ingrid licked
their fingers, then Angelina put her hand under the table and then back up
to feed the girl her own juices from her finger. I don't think she had ever
tasted her own juices before, but after an initial hesitation she took
Angelina's finger, sucking it as Angelina slowly withdrew it. The girl
looked pleasantly surprised by her taste, in fact, rather delighted.
She looked down at herself and smiled as Angelina and Ingrid unlocked her
legs from their spread position. Angelina then beckoned to another woman,
who looked to be from a 'Jennifer Lopez' mould, e.g. bloody dark and yummy,
and yours truly. I sat next to Angelina, the other woman next to Ingrid.
Angelina introduced the younger girl to us as Alanta, and the woman as Ava.
We all smiled broadly at Alanta who, at first, appeared very embarrassed,
but we were able to get her to grin as we explained that we all had that
erotic, exhibitionist-masturbation introduction. A sort of pre-initiation
initiation. Angelina ordered coffees all round and it was then that I passed
my report to Angelina. She lay it on the table and read it while sipping her
drink, smiling from time to time. Little exclamations came to her lips or
sometimes a smile, "Oh. Good. Mmm, I wonder?"
After three minutes she said to us all, "Alessia's report is quite good.
It's quite erotic, but Alessia, you ended it while still in the bathroom
outside the library. Didn't anything at all happen after that?"
Blushing I said, " Er . . . well, yes maybe I did on the way home; I had
some fun, but it wasn't directly related to my flashing in the library," I
said demurely.
"So, you would have done whatever you did regardless of your 'mission'?"
"Well no, Angelina but I did write it up anyway, it was fun. I have it here
just in case you wanted it," I said fishing around in my folder eventually
finding it and blushing profusely pasted it over.
I wondered why I had thought that my antics on the beach would fall outside
the ambit of my 'mission' report. I certainly would not have so brazenly
flaunted myself before joining the club. While I mulled this over in my mind
Angelina read the 'second' part. When she finished reading it she turned to
me and said,
"Good grief, Alessia, whatever made you think this was irrelevant to your
fantasy. Look at what you did almost immediately after your library episode.
In my view, that was directly related to your fantasy 'mission'. Why on
earth did you leave it out?"
"I ... I'm not s ... sure now ... I just ... oh, I'm sorry ... It was silly
of me."
"Yes, it was. You're lucky you wrote about it or you'd be sent off to finish
it. And see what fun you had, I would have missed all that. I would have
been really cross with you if I had discovered at some later time that you
had done that."
I felt humiliated and stupid being dressed down in front of the others. My
head hung in shame as I sat with my eyes down, What had I been thinking -
leaving out the first really spontaneous bit of exhibitionism I'd ever done.
I must have looked miserable; I felt I had let myself down but worse,
Angelina too. Angelina put her hand on my lap, slowly stroking my upper
thigh. In my vulnerable state of mind this act reassured me, aroused me very
quickly. My libido kicked in so I nearly forgot that I had been silly enough
to leave out my going home episodes from my report. I found her dominance
over me, humiliating, but also strangely exciting. I guess I looked sulky to
the others, but my nipples were proudly stiff ready for Angelina if she
wanted them for a little play. I had quickly learned to wear tops no lower
than my waist, ones which hung out from my body, to allow Angelina access to
my boobs.
"Can you stay for awhile, I would like a chat with you?" Angelina asked.
"Sure, I have all night if you want me," I said wishfully. The others
smirked except for Alanta who looked a bit surprised.
She grinned continuing the conversation with all of us saying, "We have two
initiation ceremonies coming soon, Alessia's and Alanta's; next weekend for
Alessia, I hope. I'll be informing you all tomorrow of the details."
Angelina said in her deep, but commanding tone of voice.
'Next weekend? Oh, geez, what's in store for me? Can't be too bad, can it?
Oh, yes it could, I bet it's very humiliating and it's bound to set me up
somehow, but how?' Dreadful scenarios of torture, whippings and tied naked
to a lamp-post in the main street or . . . oh, shit', my mind raced, No, I
don't believe Angelina would allow torture and that stuff, but what?
We all chatted trivia for a while. Ava, I discovered was from Central South
America, unhappily married, had no children, was well educated, but had
recently discovered her that unhappy marriage stemmed from her sexual
orientation. She had had a short, but wonderfully gratifying affair with the
wife of a Central American diplomat friend of her husband. She had then
realised that most of her problems with the men she had met in her life was
her attraction, not to them, but to women. She had always got on well with
the wives, even got turned on by them. She had believed that was normal.
I thought his was a bit odd, I had known I was lesbian for years, as early
as fifteen or sixteen years of age, and I was nineteen now, while she was at
least Angelina's age, but then her Catholic and social background had been
against her, I guessed. She told me I was gorgeous. I told her I thought she
was hot too, thinking, hmm, just maybe we could have some fun.
Anyway back to the story . . .
After awhile Alanta and Ava drifted off home, leaving Ingrid, who I now
realised, was somehow attached to Angelina. By now I was also quite wet and
all horny from Angelina's hand stroking me. The trauma of thinking
'initiation', for the moment, had been pushed to the back of my mind.
She turned to me saying, "I need to take you shopping."
"Yes Angelina, for what?" I gingerly inquired, but quite intrigued.
"For your initiation," came the short, rather uninformative reply.
"Um, okay," my mind went off fantasising again, but I had dismissed
sadomasochistic possibilities as not in keeping with Angelina as I had come
to know her, but this was not really very long. We had, however, built up
quite a rapport in that short time.
TWO: The Drive
"Okay Ingrid off you go, Alessia come on," she said, and passed me back my
reports, which I took, putting them back into my folder.
I shuffled my damp pussy along the vinyl seat revelling in the chill of the
shiny covering, and it's brushing over my labia and bum. I put out my hand
for Angelina, she took it, I pulled and she was on her feet steering me by
the hand out of the coffee shop to her car. We got in and she passed me a
pair of panties.
"Put these on, you will need panties where we are going shopping. I have
fixed them especially for you. They will put you in the mood. Some of my
magic, if you like."
"You call these panties," I giggled as she passed me tiny, flesh-coloured,
rather sheer, thong panties.
I put my feet through the holes and pulled them up wriggling my butt trying
to get then up snugly. I flashed a lot of bare leg and pussy in the process.
I knew Angelina would probably be watching me. I hoped so anyway. I glanced
over, Angelina was watching so I took my time making certain she saw as much
of me as was reasonable in the circumstances. I even pretended to be too hot
undoing the top buttons of my vest, thus ensuring she could see my bare
boobs as well. I made sure of that by turning towards her, bending forward
as I reached down with my skirt up around my waist. I felt lecherous. I was
ready for 'my' Angelina, for anything at all.
The panties were quite tight and squeezed in between my butt cheeks and
around my vulva, but apart from that, they seemed normal at first. However,
slowly, but artificially they warmed my vulva and I felt as if my labia were
being spread apart somewhat. As I heated up down there, I felt my blood
pulsating, puffing my labia and tightening the panties even further. It
became apparent to me that if, or more likely when, my labia were fully
swollen, my clitoris would probably be forced out of its sheath and be
stimulated by brushing against the inside of these thong panties. 'What then
was the most plausible outcome, continuous big O's, that's what,' I thought,
smiling at the Angelina's cunning. 'She is deliberately setting me up to
climax somewhere, I wonder where?'
While I was thinking, Angelina told me that my initiation would be special
for her as she had strong feelings for me - my heart fluttered and my cheeks
flushed red. She leaned towards me a little, taking my hand, holding it to
her face. I shivered in delight at her softness. She invited me to lightly
massage her neck as she drove. Of course, I obliged. She then slipped her
fingers up my arm into my sleeve opening, tracing them across my right
breast. Her fingers lingered around my areole before stroking and lightly
pinching all around my nipple, indeed, all the most sensitive parts of my
breast. Of course, this made them progressively more and more sensitive.
She knew it would of course, that's why she did it. As for me, as expected I
became hornier and hornier. My right areole and nipple were given this
treatment for some twenty minutes. I nearly came all over her beautiful
leather upholstery. Luckily, as she drove through the city's central
business district she needed both hands to drive, not that I really wanted
her to stop teasing my breast. She had me almost drooling in lust. She drove
to a shop on the 'wrong side of the tracks' where we parked outside a sex
shop. Hell, was I in the mood between the effect of those panties and
Angelina, I was hot and wet. I could have stripped naked right there in the
car for her and without a care.
THREE: The First Shop
She indicated for me to get out, I did and stood on the footpath waiting for
her. My nipples proudly poked out for all to see in my light poly-cotton
little vest. With each movement I made, my breasts brushed and bounced on
the insides of my top, and of course my nipples were kept highly sensitive
by any action or movement. It kept me in quite a state of arousal, but added
to this was the apprehension and prospect of going into a sex shop. She came
around from her side of the car to me, taking my hand and leading me to a
little dress shop, just along from where I first thought she was taking me.
Strangely, although relieved, I was feeling robbed of that bit of
exhibitionism in me. I looked at the clothing; I quickly regained my
exhibitionist streak; it was all sexy see-though, deep cleavages, or short
skirts. 'WOW,' I thought, 'Anything from here will not cover much of me.'
Angelina picked several see-through dresses off the racks, and a few tops
and skirts as well.
"Right, Sweetie, follow me."
I followed her to the back of the shop. She handed me a skimpy see-though
top,
"Okay, let's see you in this."
My eyes boggled at the top as I took it from her. It was made of the
sheerest mushroom coloured chiffon. Shit, it was hardly there, as my hot,
juicy and sweating pussy quivered in apprehension and thrill, at the thought
of wearing it in public.
"Okay, but where is the changing room?"
"They don't have one," Angelina grinned at me, "c'mon, you're an
exhibitionist, right? Well, go for it."
"Oh, hell," I blurted out, as she started unbuttoning my vest from the top.
By the time she had got to my waist I was so excited because she, my
Angelina, was undressing me and standing very close to my front, my boobs
centimetres away from hers. With my face only twenty centimetres away, I
could see her lips with their deep-pink lipstick beautifully applied. I
could see a smear of powder, and from this distance a trace of eyebrow
pencil to match a mere touch of eye shadow. Her perfume was a light fruity
one that I didn't recognise, but it was gorgeous. It was like my dream
coming true. Her green eyes gazed into mine, her long lashes flirting with
me. My knees weakened as the effects of her aura sent a shiver up my back,
raising the hairs on my neck and even the short ones on my arms.
Only in my most romantic and wildest fantasies did I think she would be
doing this. I was stunned, but loving it. I just stood there enraptured. Her
touch so light, but brushed me in all the right places. Carefully, it
seemed, she pushed my top off my shoulders; it slid off them, down my arms,
falling to the floor. I had gone into a dreamy sort of trance. I felt
wonderfully seductive, standing almost nude, so close to the one my
licentious flesh wanted. Her soft palms and long fingers brushed down over
my breasts as if she were savouring them, wanting to devour me.
My god, she was devouring me with her eyes, while her hands magically teased
an areole, a nipple, armpits, my neck, and my ears all seemingly
simultaneously. I had rapidly become absolutely enchanted by her. My
'mistress pussy' started telling me to give in, to give her everything she
wanted. She twisted her hands over my tummy moving slowly out to the sides,
on my hips, then down; down over my waist and hips, hooking her thumbs into
my skirt and those panties, taking them down with her hands. Her hands
continued down my thighs and calves. I found myself moving my legs ajar so
the panties could slide down easier. 'Oh, oh, fuck - her face is only
centimetres from my pussy . . . god.' My mind and body were as good as in
her control, fired up with passions unfulfilled, but desired so strongly.
With my somewhat glazed eyes, I looked down at 'my' gorgeous Angelina. It
seemed to be a signal for her. She ran her hands over my skin from my calves
up the front of my thighs, around my hips, to feel my bum cheeks as she
kissed the crease between my tummy and thigh. Her aura overwhelming me, but
the sparks imparted from her hands swept up to my 'mistress pussy' and
beyond, goosing me all over. Her mouth moved up over my tummy, and she
swirled her tongue in my belly button, then down to the crease where one leg
joined the other. I heard myself moan with the exquisite sensations her
touch left, as they careered through me. Her lips moved across my skin
towards my highly sensitised labia, now swollen with blood and my throbbing
clitoris, which, by now, must have been uncovered, bared to her eyes, her
mouth, her lips her tongue and her touch.
Would she take advantage of my giving my all to her, to do with me as she
wished? I watched and waited, the tension building in my mind and body with
each second that passed. Her fingers squeezed my bum cheeks as her tongue
joined her lips and skimmed over my puffy lips. I just knew that my
clitoris, was protruding from its sheath, and was presenting itself to
Angelina. I froze waiting for Angelina, the sexual energy, the sexual
tension built up in me was glorious, outrageously so.
In amongst the racks of clothes I heard very faint moans. They were moans of
pleasure, I was certain of it. I then spotted the shop assistant peering
through a slit between some skirts. Well I never! She was getting herself
off watching us. I could make out her legs under the skirts. They were
stocking less bare and spread. I caught a glint of her wet fingers as she
worked on her pussy. She started making sloshing noises as her juices
flowed. The knowledge of being watched sent a further thrill up my spine.
Involuntarily, I thrust my hips forwards. Angelina's tongue and lips made
contact with my clitoris. The lightening hit me in my most sensitive body
part. The orgasm was on me before I realised that I was going to come. The
lead up to it had been long, slow and fantastic. I thrust my hips and thrust
again and again at her mouth, her face. Multi-orgasms hit me unexpectedly,
repeatedly, pouring out through me wave after wave of 'the' ultimate in
pleasure, for minutes, I think. I slowly stopped and opened my eyes to find
my fingers buried in her hair pressing her head into me.
In shock I stopped pressing her and she looked up, her green eyes shinning,
her face split with a wide smile and my juices dripping from her chin.
She lovingly said: "Alessia, my young darling. I barely touched you and you
came like there was no tomorrow. It was amazing. You should have told me you
were ready."
"I . . . um . . . didn't know. It was dream-like, as though I wasn't here,
but with you in a kind of . . . um . . . paradise. You were wonderful, oh my
god, so wonderful."
I could feel my legs going wobbly-weak as I collapsed into her waiting arms.
I had nearly fainted. I was lying naked on the carpeted shop floor, my
juices pungent, its aroma hanging in the air; Angelina's gorgeous, but
concerned face close to mine saying, "Wake up, Sweetie, wake up."
"I'm awake," I said breathlessly.
I looked her in the eyes and said, "I love you."
My Angelina knelt next to me her tall slender body so delectably close. She
kissed me on my right breast, sucking in my nipple, and then nibbling on it
with her back teeth. She worked her teeth and tongue over that poor, abused
breast sensitising it more and more. Her hand, holding a large portion of my
left breast, pulled it upwards then let it slide out through her fingers
until my breast had nearly dropped back to my chest, then grabbed my nipple
pulling it firmly. She did this, maybe seven or eight times, and I loved it.
It was a new arousal technique to me and it was just luscious. I was nearly
back to full arousal. Almost built up ready to orgasm again. She felt the
tension rising in me and slowed to a stop.
Angelina kissed my ear, breathing heavily into it; I gasped at the tickling
sensuality, and then she tongued it. 'Oh, shit,' shear ecstasy. She stopped
before I pooled my juices on the carpet. She waited a short while then she
kissed my mouth very passionately, our tongues playing together. I tasted
traces of myself as my state of arousal lowered a little from searing hot to
a simmer.
Then quite abruptly she said: "Alessia, infatuated, perhaps love - I
wouldn't be so sure. Not yet anyway!"
"Do you know what?" I said smirking a little. "I'm lying here with only my
shoes on and I feel so good, relaxed, and so amorous, in lo . . . infat . .
. oh, you're gorgeous, my little Angel," playing word games with her name.
"Alessia, don't be cheeky!" she scolded me but I could see she was trying
not to laugh.
I whispered so very quietly in her ear, "The shop girl is watching us and
I'm sure she is getting herself off seeing us like this. What do you want to
do?"
Angelina's hand smoothly slid over my breast, down over my tummy to cup my
labia. My back arched up, lifting my bum off the carpet as the lust in me
absorbed the sparks from that hand as it swept over my skin. Cautiously, I
reached up under her vest to feel her tummy. I had never touched her like
that before: would she enjoy me or be cross with me? I didn't know, but took
the risk. She twisted herself so that I could reach up further. We both
heard a little gasp from behind the racks. I reached Angelina's breast just
as her mouth enclosed my nipple. She swirled her tongue and then flicked it
with her mouth open giving the girl a clear view. I had cupped one of
Angelina's breasts, her areole was soft, and her nipple was surprisingly
thin, but long and erect. I caressed all of it with my whole hand, her
breast was hanging down and I was able to feel its firmness and weight. She
undid her vest for me. She looked fantastic, her areolae and nipples were a
light brown, almost pink. She lifted her body by pushing down with one arm
on the floor aiming her succulent breast at my mouth. 'Oh, it's unreal,
surreal that my Angelina is giving herself to me,' I thought, while I
quivered in anticipation and delight.
As I opened my mouth to take in her nipple, I heard sounds from behind the
hanging clothing. I sensed Angelina also had heard them. She looked down and
winked at me mouthing, 'Let's give her a show to remember.'
I mouthed back, 'Okay.' With that Angelina inserted two fingers between my
labia and deep into me. I groaned loudly with the unexpected, but glorious
intrusion. I wasn't detracted enough not to take that swinging delectable
flesh into my mouth, sucking as hard as I could on it. I surprised myself by
getting most of it in. Angelina noisily gasped. I swallowed on her,
squeezing her areole and nipple in my throat. She gasped loudly again; I
swallowed again and again. I had arched my back so far I was up on my toes,
and my back was off the floor up to my shoulder blades, hips thrusting at
her fingers, my legs spread for her. She found my g-spot then we both moaned
in ecstasy.
I was very close to another orgasm, but although Angelina was undoubtedly
enjoying me I could not see her achieving the ultimate in this way. During
this thought, I heard muffled groans of pleasure from the girl behind the
clothes. It sent an exhilarating shiver through me. Angelina then pressed
her thumb on my clit, circling it quickly. My body reacted, tightening up,
back arching even more, quivering, then I let it happen: gushing juices as
my orgasm shook me, carried me to paradise. I am certain a gasp came from
behind the racks. But there I was, in the arms of the woman I adore and she
has delighted me twice inside twenty minutes or so. I wanted so much to
reciprocate that ecstasy for her. I saw her glowing, face before me smiling
broadly.
I whispered: "Oh, she's still watching," I murmured breathlessly, and
continued: "Angelina, that was so hot, you really are magnificent. Please
let me um . . . you know, er . . . oh god, I don't know how to ask you."
"Sweet Alessia, I orgasmed when you did and it was wonderful but we must go
now, we have more to do. We got our exquisite buzz from each other, the
voyeur got hers from both of us; I know who got the best deal and it wasn't
her. Come, on your feet, my Pet."
She got hold of me reluctantly pulling me to my feet and then held the
breast I had suckled. Talking to it she said: "Oh, my baby, you've never
been treated so compassionately before, have you? You made me so very happy
I orgasmed. Alessia did that for us, isn't she gorgeous. Maybe you'll get
more of that and I hope you loved it as much as I."
Angelina looked at me and giggled, "Where did you learn that, it was
delicious?" she said buttoning her vest.
"I just did it. I've been doing that for ages." I said coyly.
She put a chiffon skirt on me that was more than mid-thigh long, but fitted
snugly around my hips, and sort-of clung to my thighs. My butt cheeks filled
it and must have been a treat for ass lovers. It would have been great with
a short half-slip. It looked great as it was, but perhaps at private
parties, not in broad daylight with only a see-through thong underneath.
Anyone would be able to see straight through it. My butt cheeks would be
clearly visible; the pattern in the material would not stop that. I giggled
in trepidation; it covered nothing a teeny bit of imagination could not
fill! My pussy twitched as my mind pictured myself, a tiny thrill swept over
me.
Then came the matching top that covered over my breasts and clipped firmly,
but not tightly, just beneath my not insignificant thirty-six D cup boobs.
The cleavage was outrageous; the swelling of even he inner sides of my boobs
as plain as day for all to see. The tight three-quarter sleeves looked
great, but again, my breasts were easily visible. So there I stood wearing
practically nothing, feeling as sexy as hell again, my come still sticky
between my legs, nipples rock hard, and my pussy starting to tingle strongly
all over again. Angelina was trying to get my panties back on, but I had
real trouble lifting my legs. She got them on, but anybody half-sane and not
far from me would smell my 'mistress's' perfume. I was wet and feeling
thrilled but very hesitant.
Quickly she checked the sizes of the other 'outfits' and bought them all. I
don't know what they cost, but on a later inspection they were of good
quality and well cut. It must have been a lot. I had gone to gape at the
clothes while Angelina attended to the purchase.
As she left the counter she turned and said to the girl assistant: "Oh,
Jeannie, did you enjoy the show we put on for you?"
The girl who looked a little flushed anyway turned bright red.
"Um . . . I . . . what show?"
"Do you mean we went to all that trouble for you for nothing? Come on we
know you watched us, we saw you; tell us, were we great or not?"
The poor girl was scarlet by now.
"I . . . didn't see you."
"Tell us the truth?" Angelina commanded.
She cringed at Angelina saying, "Oh, please don't tell my boss, yes you were
the best."
Angelina grinned, saying with exaggerated courtesy, "Well thank you. It was
a pleasure."
Jeannie managed a weak smile at that. Angelina and I laughed, but my
thoughts were turning elsewhere.
I felt my blush starting with my face, then felt it travel down my body. I
was really having trouble getting my head around going almost nude for no
more than thirty metres back to the car. Both the horror and the thrill of
doing that, was building rapidly inside me. Angelina was holding my arm now.
I got to the front door then Jeannie from behind the counter saw me fully
now and gasped loudly, her eyes bugging out, but the look wasn't horror or
'oh, how slutty,' but a 'god, would-I-love-to-get-at-her,' look. I blushed
coyly, just slightly flouncing my boobs to barely make them wobble for her.
Suddenly, I became even more aware that Angelina was to take me back to the
car like this. Five fifteen in the afternoon, people would be driving home
from work practically, right next to me. 'Oh, shit, ooh shit.' I thought,
backing away from the doorway, bumping into Angelina as she headed towards
the doorway and me.
"And where are you going?" she questioned.
"Not out there. Not like this."
"Why not? You look great, doesn't she Jeannie?" Angelina looked to the girl
behind the counter, who at that nodded 'yes' emphatically.
"Be brave," she whispered to me.
I gulped, "Okay, I'm ready," I lied through my teeth. I was petrified, but
something in my head was making me feel exhilarated and stimulated sexually.
"Alessia, eyes up, look straight ahead and we go with my arm wrapped in
yours. We are 'proud' to be together, as a couple, right? Come!"
I thought about being 'a couple' - coupled with Angelina - oh, what bliss. I
went all to jelly at that thought. Within a few steps we were out in the
bright, warm, afternoon sun. I was unable to see very well at first as we
strode towards the car, my boobs bouncing, brushing on that sheer top, kept
my nipples highly sensitive. By the time I could see properly, the people on
the pavement were staring at us, at me! Men were wide eyed, some of the
women looked disgusted. I heard a boy say to his mate, "Geez, man, did you
check out her tits." Car horns started beeping and before I knew what had
happened Angelina and I were in the sex shop.
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Continued in Chapter 5
Alessia Gerini Copyright 2001
Email Allessia@37.NOBULL.com
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