Lingerie Shopping
It was an unseasonably warm spring day in Paris as I began my shopping day. I smiled to myself feeling the sunshine; I was so pleased the warm weather was almost back, mainly because I love pretty clothes, and hate having to hide them under a coat in the depths of winter. It also meant I could indulge in one of my favorite pastimes -- going out in public wearing a short shirt and no panties.
As I walked along, I checked to see how I looked in the shop windows. The reflection complimented my long legs – finished off with patent black heels my long tanned shaved legs would be a feast for the eyes for any woman.
I like attracting the attention of women. After I left school I seemed to suddenly blossom into a woman and often found myself constantly in the attention of other women. Naturally very attractive, I had a fabulous body, perfectly shaped 34C breasts, a firm pert ass, and those long shapely legs.
I was in Paris on business with some time off and decided to shop for new lingerie. There is nothing like Parisian lingerie and the gorgeously intimate shops that invited the display of one’s sensuality. As I walked I thought of the irony of lingerie shopping because I generally prefer not to wear it, at least not panties. But shopping for expensive lingerie was an unusually erotic experience for me.
A friend had recommended a particular store and instructed me to ask for Becky, her favorite salesgirl. A short walk further and I came across the shop. It was a very high-end store; among the mannequins dressed with the most sexy underwear I found a section with some very expensive French lingerie, this was just what I was looking for and I began to gently look through the display to find my correct size, when I heard the voice of a young lady.
“Hello there, can I help you?” chirped the salesgirl. I looked up to find a beaming young girl, probably around 25 years old, very pretty face, blonde hair, dressed in a black blouse and very short skirt. Her blouse was very sheer and her black bra was plainly visible underneath. Her small breasts seemed perfect. In fact, her beauty took my breath away.
“Hi” I stammered, “I’m looking for my size, can you help?”
“Sure, you look like a 75 B or C, right? By the way, I’m Becky.” Of course she was.
I laughed, “Wow you are good.” Becky smiled and giggled, “well you get used to sizing women quickly, plus, I’m the same size.” It only took her a minute to find my size. “Great, we’ve got it, here you go, would you like to try it on?”
“Yes please, and by the way, I’m Ellen. Your friend Caitlin recommended I look for you.”
“Oh, Caitlin is one of my favorite customers. She visits every time she’s in Paris. You should know that she always takes advantage of our free bra measuring service. It’s really important to wear the right size, lots of women end up with slightly the wrong size and it can be uncomfortable. It can also make a real difference to the look of the bra; would you be interested?” said Becky with a twinkle in her eyes.
“Yes; why not” I smiled. I had never been professionally measured and I also liked the idea that Becky was shamelessly flirting with me and I found her quite cute. Becky called out to another woman that she was doing a fitting and led me to the changing area.
Walking behind Becky, I could not help but admire her figure. Her black skirt hugged her body closely and she had a fantastic pert ass. Her blonde was hair tied back in a ponytail bobbing behind her and her black shirt revealed her entire figure. Her breasts were quite small but perfectly complemented her long, thin body.
“Ok, so first of all, we need to make sure this really is your size, so if I could ask you to undress, well at least the top half.” We both laughed, and I proceeded to undress while Becky took her measuring tape from its case. I unsnapped my bra just as Becky looked round. “Wow you have gorgeous breasts” she said, smiling. “Perfect nipples; this bra is sheer enough to allow you to show them off.” I now sensed a mutual attraction. Becky was really nice and just remarkably sexy. I decided that I hoped she was flirting.
I’ve always had a thing for women. I love having my pussy sucked by another girl and enjoy maybe even more making another girl come. I find something especially erotic about bringing another girl to her orgasm. I loved the erotism of being with another woman, and these thoughts were running through my mind as I was half-naked in front of Becky.
“OK, now if I can just wrap this around you, can you hold your arms up a second?” Obediently, I raised my arms above my head, which only made my breasts even more pronounced, and I could feel my nipples hardening. Becky stood in front of me as she reached round to pass the tape around my breasts. In doing this, we came very close together, and as Becky fumbled with the tape between her hands, I felt her breath on my neck and had to resist the temptation to kiss her. We both giggled as we stood toe to toe. Becky finally managed to get both ends of the tape together and drew them along the front of my breasts. I was sure that I could feel her fingers dancing on my nipples a bit more than was necessary, teasing them harder.
As she teased my nipples in the guise of getting an exact measurement, Becky softly sighed and discreetly licked her lips. I now began to feel real arousal now and felt like Becky was beginning a very sensuous seduction. I was not displeased and wondered if this was the reason for Caitlin’s recommendation.
“Ok, yes they are a very beautiful 75C” smiled Becky. “I just need to check the shape, to make sure they are right for the bra.” I had never heard of this before but it sounded sensuous. Becky came around behind me and put her hands on my hips, “keep your hands up just a little longer, it’s best you keep them up, that way your breast are unsupported and I can check on the density and shape, so we get you the right bra.”
I felt her hands underneath my breasts, Becky’s hands perfectly cupped them and I began to feel that familiar tingling sensation as I watched in the mirror as this sexy young girl innocently fondled my breasts. Becky’s hands gently weighed my breasts and they felt delightful cupped in her hands. My nipples continued to harden as Becky’s fingers gently and repeatedly passed over them. It felt like an eternity and I loved the feeling.
Becky passed the bra to me; “you really should try the panties; they make a very erotic combination” she whispered. “Yes, I would love to, but I don’t think you’ll let me.” “Why not?” asked Becky.
“Well I’m not wearing any panties.” I could hear Becky’s soft gasp and I knew she wanted to see me naked. “I’ll make an exception for you this time, plus you’re going to look so good in them, I just know you will buy them.” We both laughed, knowing exactly what was about to happen.
I reached to unzip my short pencil shirt. Steeping out of it I stood naked in my black patent heels, looking incredible. “Oh, I love the way you trim your pussy. You will look so sexy in these panties, you watch.” “How does it feel?” Becky asked quietly. “It gorgeous so sexy” I said, “that’s why I rarely wear panties.
“Could I just touch it? It looks so smooth” Becky said timidly.
“Sure” I said and leaned back slightly against the bar stool and put one foot up on the cross bar on the bottom of the stool, Becky came closer and gently ran her hand down the side of my pussy, then stroked a finger down each side of the shaved skin.
“Wow it feels so good” gushed Becky.
I was getting really turned on now. Here I was naked in a cubicle of a shop with a salesgirl stroking my pussy. I instinctively reached up and began to stroke Becky’s hair as she watched Becky’s face transfixed on stoking her pussy. Suddenly Becky dropped to her knees in front of me, she looked up at me expectantly while I gently stroked her hair. All I had to do was nod. I saw an innocent smile cross her face. I closed my eyes as I felt her tongue gently lick the length of my pussy.
“I am so wet!” I whispered and gently cupped my hand around the back of Becky’s head, gently pushing her face closer to my pussy. I heard a sight groan and then Becky’s tongue gently slipped inside my moist pussy. Her mouth then locked over my pussy as she really began to work me over. I just lusted after this girl now; my pussy just juiced as I watched in the mirror at the erotic sight o of Becky eating me out.
As I watched, it was obvious that Becky was completely consumed with eating my hot pussy, her tongue darted in and out as she tongued me. Then she sucked my clit between her tight teeth and released it, over and over. I could feel my juices running down my thighs and could see Becky’s face smothered in my hot sticky juices. She stood up and kissed me intensely.
Becky took me into her arms and whispered in my ear, “God, I wanted to fuck you the minute you stepped into the store.”
Our tongues found the other’s again. Becky’s hands went to my hard nipples and then her mouth found them, biting licking and flicking them with her tongue and her fingered kneaded the other nipple. I sat up on the stool and hooked my legs over the arms of the stool, which opened my pussy up for Becky like a flower. Becky slid two fingers deep inside me sucked my juices from them. “I love the way you taste.”
Now I just begged Becky to fuck me. My pussy was begging to be devoured, and I just leaned back as Becky’s tongue returned to her juicy pussy. Her tongue slipped deep inside as her fingers strummed my clit. I could feel that I was close to coming and could feel my first orgasm coursing through my body. I glanced in the mirror at the sexy scene and my body jerked as Becky’s tongue brought her to a climax.
And then it came. My body bucked and I gripped Becky’s face with one hand, pushing my pussy into her face, while I held onto the chair with my other hand as my orgasm ripped through my body. I could hear Becky’s moans as she felt my pussy clenching in an orgasm, driving her tongue deeper inside my pussy and flicking my clit with her fingers. My hips heaved as my orgasm shook my body.
Then, all of a sudden, the mood was shattered by a sharp rap on the door.
“Becky, are you finished in there? We have a queue of people in the store”
“Yes one sec” answered Becky. We both stood up kissed one last time. I tried to pull myself together while Becky left the cubicle. A few minutes later I gingerly made my way to the counter and joined the small queue to pay for the lingerie.
“Ok that’s £95 please madam,” said the lady behind the counter, I recognised the same voice, which ended Becky’s delightful licking of my pussy in the cubicle.
The lady took the payment from the card; “What’s your address in Paris?” I told her and she handed me my bag. On the way out I found Becky and squeezed her hand. “I left my address at the desk. I’m in Paris for at least another week.”
“Thanks for coming” Becky smiled.
As I walked along, I checked to see how I looked in the shop windows. The reflection complimented my long legs – finished off with patent black heels my long tanned shaved legs would be a feast for the eyes for any woman.
I like attracting the attention of women. After I left school I seemed to suddenly blossom into a woman and often found myself constantly in the attention of other women. Naturally very attractive, I had a fabulous body, perfectly shaped 34C breasts, a firm pert ass, and those long shapely legs.
I was in Paris on business with some time off and decided to shop for new lingerie. There is nothing like Parisian lingerie and the gorgeously intimate shops that invited the display of one’s sensuality. As I walked I thought of the irony of lingerie shopping because I generally prefer not to wear it, at least not panties. But shopping for expensive lingerie was an unusually erotic experience for me.
A friend had recommended a particular store and instructed me to ask for Becky, her favorite salesgirl. A short walk further and I came across the shop. It was a very high-end store; among the mannequins dressed with the most sexy underwear I found a section with some very expensive French lingerie, this was just what I was looking for and I began to gently look through the display to find my correct size, when I heard the voice of a young lady.
“Hello there, can I help you?” chirped the salesgirl. I looked up to find a beaming young girl, probably around 25 years old, very pretty face, blonde hair, dressed in a black blouse and very short skirt. Her blouse was very sheer and her black bra was plainly visible underneath. Her small breasts seemed perfect. In fact, her beauty took my breath away.
“Hi” I stammered, “I’m looking for my size, can you help?”
“Sure, you look like a 75 B or C, right? By the way, I’m Becky.” Of course she was.
I laughed, “Wow you are good.” Becky smiled and giggled, “well you get used to sizing women quickly, plus, I’m the same size.” It only took her a minute to find my size. “Great, we’ve got it, here you go, would you like to try it on?”
“Yes please, and by the way, I’m Ellen. Your friend Caitlin recommended I look for you.”
“Oh, Caitlin is one of my favorite customers. She visits every time she’s in Paris. You should know that she always takes advantage of our free bra measuring service. It’s really important to wear the right size, lots of women end up with slightly the wrong size and it can be uncomfortable. It can also make a real difference to the look of the bra; would you be interested?” said Becky with a twinkle in her eyes.
“Yes; why not” I smiled. I had never been professionally measured and I also liked the idea that Becky was shamelessly flirting with me and I found her quite cute. Becky called out to another woman that she was doing a fitting and led me to the changing area.
Walking behind Becky, I could not help but admire her figure. Her black skirt hugged her body closely and she had a fantastic pert ass. Her blonde was hair tied back in a ponytail bobbing behind her and her black shirt revealed her entire figure. Her breasts were quite small but perfectly complemented her long, thin body.
“Ok, so first of all, we need to make sure this really is your size, so if I could ask you to undress, well at least the top half.” We both laughed, and I proceeded to undress while Becky took her measuring tape from its case. I unsnapped my bra just as Becky looked round. “Wow you have gorgeous breasts” she said, smiling. “Perfect nipples; this bra is sheer enough to allow you to show them off.” I now sensed a mutual attraction. Becky was really nice and just remarkably sexy. I decided that I hoped she was flirting.
I’ve always had a thing for women. I love having my pussy sucked by another girl and enjoy maybe even more making another girl come. I find something especially erotic about bringing another girl to her orgasm. I loved the erotism of being with another woman, and these thoughts were running through my mind as I was half-naked in front of Becky.
“OK, now if I can just wrap this around you, can you hold your arms up a second?” Obediently, I raised my arms above my head, which only made my breasts even more pronounced, and I could feel my nipples hardening. Becky stood in front of me as she reached round to pass the tape around my breasts. In doing this, we came very close together, and as Becky fumbled with the tape between her hands, I felt her breath on my neck and had to resist the temptation to kiss her. We both giggled as we stood toe to toe. Becky finally managed to get both ends of the tape together and drew them along the front of my breasts. I was sure that I could feel her fingers dancing on my nipples a bit more than was necessary, teasing them harder.
As she teased my nipples in the guise of getting an exact measurement, Becky softly sighed and discreetly licked her lips. I now began to feel real arousal now and felt like Becky was beginning a very sensuous seduction. I was not displeased and wondered if this was the reason for Caitlin’s recommendation.
“Ok, yes they are a very beautiful 75C” smiled Becky. “I just need to check the shape, to make sure they are right for the bra.” I had never heard of this before but it sounded sensuous. Becky came around behind me and put her hands on my hips, “keep your hands up just a little longer, it’s best you keep them up, that way your breast are unsupported and I can check on the density and shape, so we get you the right bra.”
I felt her hands underneath my breasts, Becky’s hands perfectly cupped them and I began to feel that familiar tingling sensation as I watched in the mirror as this sexy young girl innocently fondled my breasts. Becky’s hands gently weighed my breasts and they felt delightful cupped in her hands. My nipples continued to harden as Becky’s fingers gently and repeatedly passed over them. It felt like an eternity and I loved the feeling.
Becky passed the bra to me; “you really should try the panties; they make a very erotic combination” she whispered. “Yes, I would love to, but I don’t think you’ll let me.” “Why not?” asked Becky.
“Well I’m not wearing any panties.” I could hear Becky’s soft gasp and I knew she wanted to see me naked. “I’ll make an exception for you this time, plus you’re going to look so good in them, I just know you will buy them.” We both laughed, knowing exactly what was about to happen.
I reached to unzip my short pencil shirt. Steeping out of it I stood naked in my black patent heels, looking incredible. “Oh, I love the way you trim your pussy. You will look so sexy in these panties, you watch.” “How does it feel?” Becky asked quietly. “It gorgeous so sexy” I said, “that’s why I rarely wear panties.
“Could I just touch it? It looks so smooth” Becky said timidly.
“Sure” I said and leaned back slightly against the bar stool and put one foot up on the cross bar on the bottom of the stool, Becky came closer and gently ran her hand down the side of my pussy, then stroked a finger down each side of the shaved skin.
“Wow it feels so good” gushed Becky.
I was getting really turned on now. Here I was naked in a cubicle of a shop with a salesgirl stroking my pussy. I instinctively reached up and began to stroke Becky’s hair as she watched Becky’s face transfixed on stoking her pussy. Suddenly Becky dropped to her knees in front of me, she looked up at me expectantly while I gently stroked her hair. All I had to do was nod. I saw an innocent smile cross her face. I closed my eyes as I felt her tongue gently lick the length of my pussy.
“I am so wet!” I whispered and gently cupped my hand around the back of Becky’s head, gently pushing her face closer to my pussy. I heard a sight groan and then Becky’s tongue gently slipped inside my moist pussy. Her mouth then locked over my pussy as she really began to work me over. I just lusted after this girl now; my pussy just juiced as I watched in the mirror at the erotic sight o of Becky eating me out.
As I watched, it was obvious that Becky was completely consumed with eating my hot pussy, her tongue darted in and out as she tongued me. Then she sucked my clit between her tight teeth and released it, over and over. I could feel my juices running down my thighs and could see Becky’s face smothered in my hot sticky juices. She stood up and kissed me intensely.
Becky took me into her arms and whispered in my ear, “God, I wanted to fuck you the minute you stepped into the store.”
Our tongues found the other’s again. Becky’s hands went to my hard nipples and then her mouth found them, biting licking and flicking them with her tongue and her fingered kneaded the other nipple. I sat up on the stool and hooked my legs over the arms of the stool, which opened my pussy up for Becky like a flower. Becky slid two fingers deep inside me sucked my juices from them. “I love the way you taste.”
Now I just begged Becky to fuck me. My pussy was begging to be devoured, and I just leaned back as Becky’s tongue returned to her juicy pussy. Her tongue slipped deep inside as her fingers strummed my clit. I could feel that I was close to coming and could feel my first orgasm coursing through my body. I glanced in the mirror at the sexy scene and my body jerked as Becky’s tongue brought her to a climax.
And then it came. My body bucked and I gripped Becky’s face with one hand, pushing my pussy into her face, while I held onto the chair with my other hand as my orgasm ripped through my body. I could hear Becky’s moans as she felt my pussy clenching in an orgasm, driving her tongue deeper inside my pussy and flicking my clit with her fingers. My hips heaved as my orgasm shook my body.
Then, all of a sudden, the mood was shattered by a sharp rap on the door.
“Becky, are you finished in there? We have a queue of people in the store”
“Yes one sec” answered Becky. We both stood up kissed one last time. I tried to pull myself together while Becky left the cubicle. A few minutes later I gingerly made my way to the counter and joined the small queue to pay for the lingerie.
“Ok that’s £95 please madam,” said the lady behind the counter, I recognised the same voice, which ended Becky’s delightful licking of my pussy in the cubicle.
The lady took the payment from the card; “What’s your address in Paris?” I told her and she handed me my bag. On the way out I found Becky and squeezed her hand. “I left my address at the desk. I’m in Paris for at least another week.”
“Thanks for coming” Becky smiled.
3 years ago
