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VICTORIA'S REAL SECRET
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 to pay for the
underwear!
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