The other day I paid a visit to my favorite upscale department store to look for a few items to add to my summer wardrobe. I wore a cotton floral sundress with wide shoulder straps and a low-cut neckline that revealed a hint of cleavage. It was very comfortable and exhibited my slim figure very well. Wearing eye-catching outfits puts me in a youthful frame of mind, and the fact that in my late 30s I can still turn a few male heads is great for my ego. Also, my husband secretly enjoys knowing that he’s not the only man who lusts after my body.
I even get propositioned once in a while, but I never actually cheated on my husband—except once, on an impulse, when he was out of town and I had to call a plumber to fix a clogged pipe under my kitchen sink. The plumber was young and tall and I was horny, and we ended up doing it on the kitchen floor. He unclogged my pipe and I unclogged his. He had the biggest pipe I ever saw, and it took several attempts to empty it completely. I felt guilty afterwards, but I never told my husband.
At the store I rode the escalator to the third floor, where the high-fashion ladies’ apparel was located. I did a quick sweep through the floor to get a feeling for the season’s merchandise, and then began picking up outfits to take to the dressing room to try on.
There were plenty of well-appointed dressing rooms, replete with front and back mirrors, padded benches and lots of clothing hooks. Pleasant music played gently in the background, and there was an attractive fragrance in the air. These touches of elegance put me in a relaxed frame of mind as I entered the nearest one and closed the door behind me.
Hanging up the items I had brought in, I quickly slipped out of my dress. Contemplating my choices, I decided to try on the sexiest-looking dress first. This was a stylish black and white print with thin straps and a low neck, which suited me, as I always enjoy showing off my cleavage.
I was a bit doubtful, however, because although it was my size, it looked quite short, and rather snug. Stepping into it, I had to wiggle a bit to pull it up my body. After tying the straps behind my neck, I turned to the mirror, and my suspicions were confirmed. It was much more revealing than my typical outfit. The hem came down only to mid-thigh, and the low-cut top accented my breasts perhaps more than I had expected. Looking over my shoulder, I saw that it dipped deeply in the rear and left most of my back uncovered. I couldn’t decide if it was just acceptably risqué, or actually slutty-looking.
As I was turning around to check all the different angles, the lights suddenly went out. Startled, I let out an involuntary gasp. Just like that, the entire area was pitch black. I stood there motionless for several moments, waiting for the lights to come back on, but they didn’t. Finally I felt for the wall, then made my way to the bench and sat down to wait for the situation to right itself.
When several more minutes passed with no change, I thought of leaving the changing room and trying to make it to an exit. However, I wasn’t eager to wander around the store in the dark, especially when I was not even in my own clothes.
As I was wondering what to do I heard someone moving outside. Then came a woman’s voice calling, “Hello, is anyone here?”
“Yes, I’m in here,” I called back. A moment later the dressing room door opened and a young woman with a flashlight stood in the doorway. In the limited light of the flash I could see that she was dressed in a tailored jacket and matching skirt, and that her dark hair was pulled into a soft bun. She was obviously a store employee, and I was very glad to see her.
The woman turned the light toward the ceiling so that it illuminated our faces and we could see each other better. With a warm smile, she extended her hand. “Hi, I’m Tess, and I came up here to see if anyone was stuck in here with no light.”
“Hello, Tess,” I said. “I’m Karen. Thanks for coming. I was beginning to get a little worried. I was in here trying on some new outfits, and suddenly the lights went out.”
“I apologize for that,” Tess said. “We’ve been having a little trouble with the electrical system lately. Would you like to walk downstairs, or just wait here a few minutes? These things usually don’t last too long.”
“Well, I guess I’ll wait then,” I told her. “I’d hate to leave without trying the rest of these dresses on.”
Tess nodded. “That one you have on looks good on you,” she said. She reached out and felt the fabric. “And it’s beautiful material.”
“Thank you,” I said. “I was worried it might be too short.”
Holding the flashlight on the dress for a better view, Tess said, “Turn around, let me see.”
I executed a slow pirouette as Tess watched. “See, it’s very revealing,” I said.
“No, it’s perfect, and very sexy,” Tess said. “You’ve got a beautiful body, and you’re too sexy not to show it off.”
“You think so?” I asked while checking myself in the dim mirror.
“Absolutely. You’ve got gorgeous legs and nice breasts, and that dress highlights all your assets.” Tess set the flashlight on the bench and smoothed the material across my shoulders and chest. I felt a sudden rush of excitement as her hand brushed over my breasts.
Standing behind me with her hands on my shoulders, Tess added, “With all the skin you’ll be showing, you’ll be able to show off your great tan too. All the guys will be staring.”
I laughed and said, “You’re wicked. I’m a married woman.”
Tess laughed too. “Being married doesn’t mean you’re dead. We all enjoy a little flirtation, right?”
“True,” I admitted. “Well, you’ve convinced me. I think I’m going to take it.”
“Good,” Tess said. “And how about these others? Do you want to try them on now?”
“In the dark?” I said.
“Well, the flashlight is enough to see by, don’t you think?” Tess replied. “Besides, it’s kind fun in the dark.”
“You know, you’re right. It is kind of cozy and exciting in here, isn’t it?” I said as I started to unfasten the dress.
“Let me help you with that,” Tess said, and she unzipped the dress and pulled it down so I could I step out of it. This left me standing in my panties and bra, and I saw Tess looking at me appreciatively. “You know, it’s getting kind of warm in here without the air conditioning,” she said then. “Do you mind if I take off my jacket?”
“Not at all” I answered. “Go right ahead.”
She smiled and slipped the jacket off. The neck of her blouse was open, but she unhooked another button and fanned her neck to circulate the air. “That’s better. Now let’s see how nice you look in some of these other outfits.”
With Tess’s help I tried on several more dresses, I felt that we had similar tastes, and I appreciated her comments. There was one brightly colored dress which Tess found particularly attractive.
“If you like it so much, you should try it on,” I suggested. “I think we’re about the same size.”
Tess hesitated, “I shouldn’t. You’re the customer, not me.”
“Oh, go ahead,” I urged. “It’s just us girls in the dark. Besides,” I added, gesturing at my own lingerie-clad body, “you’ve seen me in my undies. It’s only fair.”
Tess paused, looked into my eyes, then nodded her head and undid her blouse. Removing it, she revealed a bright red, low-cut bra. I noted that her breasts were larger than mine, and that her nipples were clearly visible through the sheer material. Unzipping her skirt, she let it drop, and I was surprised to see she was wearing a garter belt and stockings rather than pantyhose. As she bent to pick up the skirt, her soft ass cheeks grazed my legs, which sent a shiver through me. At first I thought she wasn’t wearing panties, until I saw the thin strip of a thong nestled in the crack of her shapely ass. As she straightened up and folded her skirt I continued to admire her buttocks. I was suddenly very aware of the tight confines of the room, and the close proximity of our half-naked bodies.
“My goodness,” I said, with a little nervous laugh. ”That’s some pretty sexy lingerie you have on.”
Rubbing her palm across her bra, Tess said, “I told you I believe in dressing sexy. And I think these bring out the woman in me, don’t you?” She slowly let her hand slide down her side, along the garter belt and across the front of her thong.
I had the sense that she was being deliberately provocative, but I couldn’t keep my eyes from following her hand. Even in the dim glow of the flashlight I could see that the small patch of lace at the front of her thong was nearly as transparent as her bra.
Noticing my attention, Tess smiled and said, “You should try wearing a thong like this. You certainly have the body for it.”
“I—I don’t have any,” I stammered, feeling a little silly. In an attempt to cover my awkwardness, I asked, “Do you always wear a garter belt? I didn’t think many people did these days.”
“I have lots of garter belts.” Tess answered in a purring tone. “I like to wear them whenever I want some stimulation, or to feel particularly sexy. Don’t you have any of those either, Karen?”
“No,” I replied shortly. I was feeling a little tightness in my throat. Mentally, I chastised myself for showing nervousness. I have always prided myself on being sexy, experienced and adventurous. Yet I felt like an anxious schoolgirl, here in the dark, in a semi-public place, with a semi-naked stranger. I told myself to relax and enjoy what was surely just a harmless verbal flirtation. I smiled back at Tess. “Certainly I like to dress as sexily as the next woman,” I told her. “But I always assumed those things were uncomfortable.”
“Well, you do know how to do sexy,” Tess said. Stepping closer, she reached up with one hand and lightly stroked the soft material of my bra. “This not only looks fabulous on you, but the material feels wonderful. I bet it caresses your breasts with every move, and feels great on your nipples.”
Despite my desire to project confidence, her deliberately seductive touch stunned me, as well as bringing on an involuntary wave of pleasure. Probably noticing the look of arousal on my face, Tess kept her right hand on my breast, while with the other she took my own hand and guided it to her upper leg.
“Actually this garter belt is incredibly comfortable,” she murmured. She placed my hand on that garment and slid it along the frilly bit of cloth. “Besides, I like that it just feels naughty. And I love people’s reaction when they first see it. Like yours. Then they know that I’m open to having fun.”
As her hand guided mine back and forth on the garter belt, my fingers also making contact with her warm skin, my mind was in chaos. I could not deny that the touch of her soft hand on my breast, the sensation of her smooth flesh, were triggering a wave of pleasurable reactions inside me. Almost unconsciously I looked around, as if to make sure that we were alone. The semi-darkness, and the lack of any sound of other people, were reassuring, and even added to the stimulation I was feeling. Nonetheless, this was a new situation for me, and I was torn between my unexpected erotic urgings and the knowledge that I should stop this before things got out of control. After all, I had a husband, and should not have been having such feelings for another woman.
“See, doesn’t that feel nice?” Tess asked rhetorically. “When I’m wearing a garter belt and stockings, I get a little massage as the garters pull at the stockings with each step I take.” She leaned forward a little and whispered into my hear, “To tell you the truth, it’s almost like playing with myself.” She accented that sensual message with a light squeeze of my breast. Then she moved my hand downward and slid it along her nylon-clad leg, my fingers stroking up and down her thigh as my hand now began to caress her on its own. I was aware of my breath quickening a little as I thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of her stocking-covered flesh.
Her warm breath in my ear, the touch of her hand, her flesh under my fingers, unleashed a burgeoning desire that almost startled me. My arousal increased, and I found myself leaning into Tess’s body, pressing more of myself against her. “Oh God,” I whispered breathlessly. “You feel wonderful!”
Tess moved her head so that our cheeks touched and our hair entwined. The hand that had been holding mine now rose to stroke my hair. I responded by moving my own hand up onto her bare behind. She brought my other hand to her bra and placed it over her full breast. It felt warm, firm yet sweetly yielding under my hand. I squeezed it lightly as she was squeezing mine, and we moved against each other in a slow-motion dance as our hands explored and fondled. For long silent moments we swayed gently, enjoying the warm feeling of each other’s flesh.
Up to this point I had been a follower, reacting to Tess’s more or less tentative advances. Now I gave in to my rising feelings of abandon and decided to initiate the next step. Turning my head toward her, I placed a light kiss on Tess’s ear and playfully flicked it with my tongue. Tess made a low moaning sound. “You’re so exciting, Karen,” she murmured.
I could feel a faint throbbing in my nipples, and a touch of warm moisture between my legs. The certainty now that Tess was seducing me for her pleasure added a new element of arousal. I had been lulled into this situation without much thought. Now I didn’t want it to end. I was suddenly worried that the lights would come back on at any minute and put a stop to this, and I didn’t want that to happen. I wanted to play it out to the end. Looking into Tess’s eyes with a new boldness, I told her, “You are one sexy woman too.” And when she started to say thank you, I cut her off with a firm, passionate kiss on the lips.
Tess responded eagerly. She put her arms around me and pulled our bodies still more tightly together. As our lips ground against each other, our breasts and stomachs did the same, in slow, sensuous gyrations.
Without breaking the kiss, I reached for the hooks at the back of Tess’s bra and quickly released them. She leaned back to allow her bra to slip off, releasing her round sexy breasts. My bra hooked in the front, and she nimbly unclasped it and slipped it off me. The very fact of my breasts being bared to her gave me an incredibly erotic feeling. I wanted her to enjoy them, and my nipples ached to be touched.
For a moment we stood admiring each other’s now naked breasts and erect nipples. Even in the dim light I could see the wanton look in Tess’s eyes, which I knew was now reflected in mine. Never in my life had I been so drawn to another woman’s body, but at that moment I felt I had never wanted anything as much as I wanted to feel Tess’s breasts in my hands and in my mouth.
“God,” I panted. “This is so sexy. I never—”
Tess nodded and kissed me again. This time our tongues met in a playful dance. Our excitement intensified, as our erect nipples pressed together and grew more sensitive to the touch. Our groping hands got greedier. Tess slipped her fingers inside my panties at the back and caressed the smooth skin of my rear end. In response, I hooked my thumbs in the strap of her red thong and tugged at it teasingly, thus applying pressure to the sexy wet area between her legs and bringing another soft moan from her, this one stifled against my mouth.
A moment later Tess slid her free hand between us and cupped it over my pubic mound, causing me to go weak in the knees. As her palm began a circular motion, I began to rock my body in rhythm with her strokes, breaking our kiss and dropping my head to her shoulder. In the mirror I could see the reflection of her near-naked body, and the sight of her glimmering flesh and sensuous curves added still further to my arousal.
Wanting to give her as much pleasure as she was giving me, I bent my head and licked at her erect nipples, then began to suck another woman’s breast for the first time in my life.
Tess was moaning continually now as I nuzzled at her breast, and a thrill raced through me at the thought that I was indeed pleasing and exciting her. Still rubbing my now wet vagina, she brought her other hand to her thong and began to tug it off. I picked up on the signal and knelt in front of her to slide the tiny garment down her sexy stocking-clad legs. Once it was off I slowly slid my hands back up over those legs. As they reached her thighs, my eyes were on a level with the neatly trimmed patch of dark hair surrounding the moist lips of her pussy. The lush aroma was inviting. She pushed her hips forward a bit, as if inviting me to follow my impulse. Glancing up at her between her breasts, I teasingly extended my tongue, and then flicked it lightly several times over her swollen clit.
Tess gave a loud gasp, and then went still, as if holding her breath, waiting to see what I would do next. It was as though she were silently challenging me to go further, and everything in me was now goading me on to meet that challenge.
As slowly and deliberately as I could, I stuck my tongue out further and licked the length of Tess’s slit. My tongue had often enjoyed the feel of a man’s cock, but a woman’s pussy was a new experience. I licked her from top to bottom and back again, and then I took hold of her firm ass and nuzzled my hungry mouth fully and exuberantly into her sweet pussy. I had never felt such reckless sexual freedom in my life.
Tess was pushed back against the wall by the force of my eager mouth as it devoured her moist pussy. Running her hands through my short hair, she closed her eyes, tilted her head back and gave little cries of pleasure. She was probably surprised by my aggressiveness, and by the obvious enthusiasm I demonstrated with my mouth and tongue as I licked and sucked furiously at her cunt. My head rocked and twisted between her thighs as I went at her, and soon her body was moving strongly in response to my ministrations. The movements of her body, the sounds she was making, the feeling of her soft thighs pressed tightly against my cheeks, all urged me on, and caused my panties to be soaked with my own juices.
It was obvious that Tess was close to orgasm, and I was more than ready to finish the job; but she stopped me by gently pushing me away from her. “Wait,” she gasped out. “I want to be face to face with you.” As I watched dazedly, she grabbed up the dresses I had brought in and swept them onto the floor. Shifting to her knees, she spread the pile of clothes into a kind of pallet on the floor. Kissing me on the mouth then, she pressed me back onto the colorful makeshift bed.
As I lay there on my back Tess leaned forward and reached for my very wet panties. I lifted my ass as she pulled them down and off my legs, leaving me utterly naked for her. She then positioned herself between my waiting thighs and plunged forward to lie on top of me.
Spreading herself across my naked body, she began a fervent agitation. Soon it was as though we were melded into one, from our lips, locked in a deep passionate kiss, to our breasts pressed firmly against each other, to our wet pussies rubbing one another and setting off gigantic waves of pleasure in both of us. Tess’s gyrations set the pace of our lust, and my own body eagerly matched her movements. Our sweaty flesh ground together in a feverish rhythm, and our clitorises responded with electrical excitement. Each thrust of Tess’s pussy against mine made me squeal with delight. I knew my climax was rapidly approaching, and I hugged Tess even closer with my arms and legs. “Yes!” I cried out “Ohh yes, that’s so good. I’m so close, Tess . . . Tess . . . Tess!”
Tess too was panting heavily, and obviously as close to coming as she had been before. But this time there would be no stopping. We looked into each other’s semi-glazed eyes as we ground our pussies together. I could feel both our juices running down my thighs and onto the pile of clothing beneath us. I slapped the floor with my hands as I felt it overwhelm me, and finally came with a long low uncontrollable cry: “Ohhhhh Gaawwwdddd!!!”
Tess was only seconds behind me. Feeling my body spasm beneath her, she humped her swollen pussy along my taut thigh. That did the trick; her body went all stiff and she screamed out with such abandon that I could only be glad there was no one else in the vicinity to hear her.
Still tightly entwined, and awash in waves of sweetly delicious euphoria, we gradually came down from our orgasmic high, twitching, panting and moaning as we slowly recovered our breath. Eventually we stopped clutching each other and relaxed into a looser embrace.
“Oh my God!” I said finally. “I can’t believe what just happened. But I have to tell you, Tess, that this was the best customer service I ever had!”
We both giggled. “Well, we aim to please, madam,” Tess said in her best polite-sales-clerk voice. “We are happy we were able to satisfy you, and we hope you will come again.”
“Oh, I’m sure I will,” I said, and we giggled some more.
Just then, as quickly and unexpectedly as they had gone off, the lights came back on, and we hastened to get dressed and get things in order as much as possible.
“I will be coming back, definitely,” I assured Tess before we left the room. “Although unfortunately I guess we can’t count on having a blackout every time.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Tess said, smiling. “These doors have locks on them, you know. And it will be even better with the lights on. You’ll see.”
And she was right.
—K.M., St. Louis, Missouri