Shopping

By Janeelusts

janeelusts@yahoo.com


Janee sips occasionally from a large mug of coffee and watches the people outside. Old ladies 
clutching tartan shopping bags and fraught mothers with pushchairs Portly men in suits who all 
seem to in be in a hurry with barely time to look to right or left. Younger men in pairs or small 
groups parading down the walkway, turning to look at any pretty woman. 

Janee smiles to herself and reflects that today she too is appreciative of the parade of women. 

Her mind turns to the chance encounter by the lake, as she waded around the headland with her  
toes squidging into the muddy bottom, the weeds caressing her calves, she had been watching 
the group of young women cavorting in the water some way ahead. The sleeping girl on the bank 
had caught her by surprise... a surprise that had grown as she realized that the sleeping girl was 
playing with herself.

Embarrassed at first, Janee had thought to slip silently away, but suddenly every movement 
seemed to sound so loud and she had stood frozen... and then she had just stood, a silent 
voyeur.... What followed had seemed natural almost inevitable in an inexplicable way..

The exchange of phone numbers had been hesitant, a little shameful as if they weren't sure if 
they would want to return to the moment.....

Two days later after lots of hesitation and several false starts Janee had made the call and as a 
result was sitting in the window of Starbucks waiting for Maxine.

Janee had prepared carefully, a snug pair of jeans and a simple white T-shirt, knee length black 
boots their spiky heels lifting her to 6ft when standing. Janee had almost changed the boots, 
wondering if they were too much, wondering if she would be too tall. But her trainers she decided 
were just too casual. She was wearing her hair tied back in a loose pony tail, just a dab of pale 
lippy and here she was pulse racing, heart pounding, pussy dripping and Maxine was nowhere in 
sight, might not even turn up.

Janee takes another sip of coffee, and keeps watching, Maxine is ten minutes late and Janee 
starts to think she isn't coming. The butterflies, which have been fluttering in her stomach, are 
being replaced by a dull ache of disappointment. More people walk past, ignorant of Janee's 
crisis, going about their lives unaware of the drama unfolding...

And then she appears... walking briskly along the pavement opposite. Janee feels a flooding 
surge of excitement.

Maxine has dressed up for the occasion. Striking white knee length boots, laced at the front, 
which Janee notes have an exceptionally high heel, A short denim skirt much like the one Janee 
had worn on their previous meeting and a white scoop necked top. Maxine's hair hangs loose, the 
dark tresses falling around her face... she looks so sexy Janee thinks. Blatantly sexy, but 
comfortable with it...enjoying it.

Janee stands and they hug for a moment kissing each other on the cheeks like any friends.but 
lingering just a little longer than 'normal' pressing against each other, breast to breast. 

Both girls are flushed, cheeks and throats red. They sit watching each other hardly talking to start 
with. But as time passes they are soon chatting, sharing their pasts, their likes and dislikes. Each 
knows the other is aroused, can see it in their eyes, and in the way they lean towards each 
other..touching hands...touching feet. They discuss lunch, but neither is hungry, at least not for 
food... and neither is quite brave enough to say what she really wants to do... They decide to go 
shopping a mutual interest, postponing the intimate contact, which they both want.

A few minutes later they are arm in arm walking down the road, window-shopping like any other 
girlfriends. 

It's a quiet afternoon hardly anybody is out. The office workers have returned to their offices and 
only the occasional housewife or mother or pensioner is about.

Janee and Maxine stop before the windows, discussing shoes and coats, criticizing the styles and 
displays. There is a tension between them, a sexual connection they can both feel it...but they are 
enjoying each other's company relaxing as they get to know each other.

They stop first in a shoe shop, where Janee giggles in disbelief at some of the shoes Max makes 
her try, teetering before the mirror.admiring the extra length on her legs...but not at all sure that 
she could walk. Hands on ankles and calves and thighs, as they help each other put on shoes 
and boots. Janee worrying that the jeans were a mistake...that soon a damp patch would show... 
Max ensuring that her skirt is pulled up a little. ..her thighs spread a little as Janee kneels to help 
with a buckle, so That Janee can see and Max can watch her looking, at the glistening curls over 
Max's naked pussy...

A clothing shop next. The shop is practically empty with only a bored teenager hovering near the 
door, an older woman, busy at the desk, only one other customer idly walking around. The two 
friends wander around the displays, pointing to increasingly sexy or outrageous clothes...Until in a 
fit of giggles they agree to let the other choose for them.... 

For Janee, Max chooses a tight scarlet lycra mini dress. Janee takes longer to 
choose...eventually selecting a shortish silky black skirt and matching fitted jacket.shaking her 
head at Max's enquiry about a top....

The two head off to change and find themselves inside a small room, surrounded by mirrors. A 
couple of discarded tops heaped in one corner.... the lights bright and glaring. They look at each 
other for a moment and without a word begin to strip. The mirrors reveal everything, from every 
angle..Max's breasts springing free as she tugs her top over her head, Janee's bottom as she 
wriggles out of her jeans.... They each look in open appreciation at the other body, each noting 
the erect nipples and damp pussy of the other.. Then they are dressing...Janee pulling the red 
lycra sheath down over her head...tugging it past her breasts and down over her hips..... then 
running her hands down it to pull out the creases...noting the way her nipples are clearly 
outlined....how every little curve of her body is clearly outlined...looking at herself in the 
mirror...wondering just how close the dress is to revealing her swollen pussy lips... Max's skirt is 
longer....but sways around her hips....hiding nothing....the Jacket is tight and she can only just do 
up the single button...her breasts are barely hidden...

Janee breaks the silence....'What do you think?' she enquires, pirouetting .. to show off the dress 
and her body...  Max doesn't reply..just grabs Janee's hands..pulling her close and kissing her.

The tension bursts like a bubble......and Janee is returning the kiss, savouring the soft feminine 
touch of Max's lips...hungrily they taste each other. Janee releases Max's Jacket and her hands 
are soon grasping and playing with Max's breasts.....kneading and pinching......

Janee is pressed back against a mirror as Max kneels, lifts the elastic dress around Janee's waist 
and buries her head between Janee's thighs...her tongue bringing panting gasping squeals from 
Janee... Max's skirt soon follows Janee's, rising up around her waist as Janee pulls her down 
onto the carpet. In traditional '69' pose the two explore each other. Tasting the musk and 
sex...sucking on each other's clits... tongues sliding down slippery slits...teasing inside..lapping 
like cats.... Moaning arousal and panting approval...as the pace of their love making 
increases..becomes more urgent more frantic...and shudderingly they find release....drinking 
down each others sex as it climaxes onto their tongues.....

The two lovers hold each other, trying to regain their breath…and the…. the door creaks open, 
the woman they had seen at the desk enters... stands with hands on hips looking at them with a 
slightly disapproving expression. 

The flush of climax is immediately replaced by embarrassment. Janee and Max scrabble for 
clothes, caught like naughty children...mumbling inane excuses....


'Don't mind me, dears' the woman says 'I've seen it all in here, you wouldn't believe the half of it! 
As long as you pay for the clothes there's no problem'. Picking up the untidy pile of clothes in the 
corner the woman turns and leaves the two naked giggling girls....

the end!!

Janeelusts

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