The Mall

Lesbian Erotic Story Submitted By Anonymous Guest Author

I am rarely in the mall, but I have to have an outfit for the party next week. I hate to shop for clothes, and I go into the woman's department with an "Oh well" expression on my face.

I always look around the whole department before deciding what items to take into the dressing room. I browse through the racks and stacks of clothing and have a horrible time deciding what would be nice but not too dressy. I don't like flashy and shiny things on my body since I have round curves on the top and bottom that I get a lot of attention on their own, and I don't go braless for the same reason.

I finally notice the sales gal is watching me sigh my way around the aisles. I smile at her and notice that she has a few curves of her own, but she looks nice in what she is wearing. She approaches me, and I asked her if she got her clothing here.

She smiles back at me and says, "Well, I did, but several months ago."

I sighed and said, "That figures!"

She chuckles with me, and I asked if she would recommend a couple of pieces for this just more than casual party outfit I need. She grins and says, that's why she's here. I sigh in relief and follow her around as she points out several pieces for me.

"Do you like this color? Do you plan to wear a heel with your outfit?" As we move among the clothing, she runs her hand over my hip and ass as she moves from one side of me to the other.

I feel a little tingle in my hip and ass and look around to see that the space was not so narrow that she did not have to do that. I look up at her smile, and her eyes are sort of lookin' at me like, "Oh, sorry," but not really, if you know what I mean."

She stands a bit taller than me, but we are a similar build. I look away, and as I glance away, my gaze crosses her breasts. Her nipples are barely peaked up but noticeable to me. I look back at her face and into her eyes and ask her if she could help me pick out a bra that would support me the way her breasts seem supported.

"Us bigger breasted gals sometimes have trouble with finding a bra that does not let us droop," she agrees and asks me my size. I tell her 36 DD. She says, with a smile, "Mmm, nice size." She walks me over to the area where the lingerie is and sorts through a few styles and shows me what works best for her, and we take it and the pieces we picked to the dressing room.

I open the door she points out to me, and she reaches in to hang up the clothing. This time as she pulls her arm back, she brushes against my breasts, and my nipples immediately flair up. I gasp in a quick breath and again look around, this time to see how many customers are in the dressing area. The door closes on a small room with a seat, and a triple-pane mirror, and the door covers the whole doorway.

With the door, closed in would be a very private area. I see that the walls go all the way up to the ceiling too, I am feeling a bit aroused, and I can sense that she is interested in this fact. She says, "We aren't that busy right now, and my coworker can tend to the other customers who might need help... would you like me to come in with you, help you out?"

I can barely breathe, and I feel warmth in my crotch, and I am thinking to myself, "Holy cow, I think I'm gonna cum in my panties!" I can barely speak and say, "Sure, that would be very helpful of you; you're very kind."

She tells me it is no problem as she gives me a nudge and moves into the dressing room with me and closes the door. She turns to the mirror and grasps her top and pulls it over her head and shakes her hair out, smiling in the mirror as I stand there watching. I am unsure what I am doing here and yet very excited and getting very aroused and wet in my panties.

I turn toward the little bench and take my top off and lay it on the bench. As I straighten back up, I feel her hands on the back of my bra, undoing the hooks. There are four of them, as I wear a think band to help support my large breasts.

She undoes them one at a time, and I look over my shoulder into the mirror beside me to watch her face. She has a small smile on her face, and when she undoes the last hook, she slides her hands up my back over my shoulders, taking the straps off as she moves her hands down my arms. I let the bra fall on the bench.

She reaches around me, cups my breasts in each hand, lifts them, and weighs them for a moment. I feel her breath on my shoulder, and then I feel her kiss my shoulder. I shiver a bit as she moves her thumbs up over my nipples. I find myself leaning back against her, and I rub my back against her bra. She must have huge nipples because I can feel them through her bra. She whispers, "You ok?" I sigh out a little, "yes."

She kisses my shoulders and neck and then licks my neck as she fondles my breasts a bit more firmly, rubbing across my nipples with her hand, and they respond by getting very hard, and an ache begins in my breasts that sends more tingles to my crotch. I sigh again and turn a bit toward her with my head and tilt my head a bit, and I put my hands on her hands and mash her hands hard against my breasts as we both reach to kiss each other.

I turn in her arms, and the kiss becomes a little more intense. I put my arms around her and undo her bra, slide it down her arms and gaze at her breasts. The nipples are dark pink, and the areolas are a slightly brownish pink. I reach out and cup her breasts as she did mine, and she gives a deep sigh of pleasure. I flick her nipples with my thumbs, and they stand up tall for me. I lean forward and lick a nipple, one stroke and watch goosebumps raise up on her breast.

She takes a breath in but doesn't breathe out as I take that nipple in my mouth and lightly suck on it. My hand is still on the other nipple, lightly pulling on it and giving it a gentle twist with my fingers. I trade nipples and suckle on that one for a few minutes. Her hands have been in my hair, on my shoulders, and she pulls away a little bit and moves her hands to my button on my jeans.

She leans in to kiss me again as she undoes that button and slides the zipper down. She is wearing a skirt with a button and zipper on the side, and I am working on that. As she reaches her hands into the waistband of my jeans, her skirt slides to the floor. We both slip out of our shoes, and she is only in a short slip, no hose.

She goes to her knees and begins to work the jeans down over my hips. I have my hands on her shoulders as she takes my pants down my legs, one foot up, then the other to get them off. She stays on her knees and looks up at me with a sexy smile in her eyes. I smile down at her and tell her that I am sorry. She pulls me down to my knees and looks in the mirror at us. She smiles and asks me again if I'm ok, I say, again, "yes." I pull her slip away from her waist and slide it down her hips and find a very nice little pair of red undies. I smile at her and kiss her again; my panties are red too.

She and I kiss again. I run my hands around her ass and slide her undies down to her knees, and she does the same for me. She whispers to me to move up on the bench, and I do so. My undies come off in her hands, and she lifts them to her nose and smells of my arousal, this really makes me hot, and I tell her to stand up and move closer so she can step out of her panties and I reach out to her hips and pull her closer as I lean into her and put my nose up against her shaved pussy. I have always wanted to put my face in a pussy and smell the arousal of someone besides myself.

She spreads her feet, and I get back on my knees, and I look at her pussy and smile when I see that her lips are glistening like mine must be, for I am very wet. She smells good, like Caress soap. I slide my hand up her inner thigh, and she opens a bit more for me, and I touch her pussy lips and give them a caress. I use my hands to move her pussy lips aside and look at her clit and can't help myself as I reach out with my tongue and feel her clit with my tongue.

She shivers and gives a light moan as I run my tongue farther back and then forward again across her clit. She shifts again so that I can get even closer in, and I dip my tongue into her vagina and taste the creamy center of her. She tastes different than I do. I had always wondered if my pussy taste was just like everyone else's; it doesn't taste like hers. I lap up the juices as they appear and then go back to the clit and lick her firmly, sliding my tongue back and forth over it until she moves with me and sighs out soft moans. She holds my head in the place she wants it to be, and I play my tongue over her clit, fast and slow and firm and teasingly flick it until she shudders, and her orgasm puts out more juice than I can keep up with.

I lick her until she chuckles and says, "You are good, I was so aroused, you acted so innocently". She pulls me up and bids me to sit on the bench again. I sit, and she goes to her knees and pulls me to her, and we kiss again for a few minutes. I am breathing hard with the arousal I am feeling, I just know I am going to have a woman lick my pussy, and it will be the first time, and I am just so damn aroused by the thought that I can't help but squirm a bit on the bench. Her hand is there, and she starts to rub her fingers along my slit, and I spread my legs and slide myself a bit towards the edge of the bench to push against her hand.

She trails kisses down my body, licking my breasts and tugging my nipples into her mouth as she inserts a finger into my hot, wet pussy. She puts another finger in my pussy and moves in and out along the front of my pussy. She nips my nipple with her teeth, and I suck a breath in between my teeth. She puts a third finger in my pussy and goes even deeper inside me, and I am moving with her.

She kisses her way down my body and tongues my navel, and that sends little sparks down to my pussy as she finger fucks me. I am breathing very heavy now, and I am watching her as she plays with me. I am so hot and need my clit touched, NOW! I am glad this little bench is here because I would not have been able to stand, as she did when I licked her. She gives me an evil little smile and puts her mouth on my clit.

I nearly explode just with her touching her wet mouth on my hard, throbbing clit. She can see how close I am, so she slows down with the fingers in my pussy and pulls out and slides those wet fingers slowly over my swollen clit. It feels soooo good, I lean my head back and just enjoy the fantasy coming to life.

I can hardly believe this is happening. She licks her fingers as I look back at her and then puts her tongue on my clit and swirls it around and around my clit, teasing me nearly to death. Her tongue starts to move very fast on the very tip of my clit, and I want to lift my hips to meet her; she clamps an arm over my pelvis and pushes me around a little on the bench, lifts my leg up so that my foot is on the bench and pushes my knee out. I am all laid out in front of her, and she proceeds to apply her tongue in long, lazy, firm passes along the ridge of my clit where it is raised up in arousal.

She is masterful with her tongue, and my hips are aching to move with her. She loosens her arm, and I can move with her a bit at a time, and then she takes my clit in her mouth and applies a little suction as she moves her tongue over it, and I have to let it go, I can't stand to wait any longer.

My orgasm rips through me, and I suddenly remember where I am, oh, my god! Did I yell out? She is slowly licking me now, and I place my hand over my pussy and say, "That's enough! I can't take any more right now!" She smiles and says that I taste good, and she loves a woman who can squirt. I can't stop the blush that flushes up my cheeks, and even though my pussy is happy, the words make me aroused all over again. We both use our undies to dry ourselves off, and I put mine in my purse.

She hands me hers and says she can't put them away as her purse is in her locker. Would I take them with me? Ok, I am thinking, with a little chuckle, my 1st woman on woman encounter and I get a souvenir! She helps me put the new bra on, and I am amazed at how it lifts me up, and she stands behind me as I look in the mirror and tells me that she thinks I should definitely get the bra. I smile, and she hands me the top and skirt that she likes the best for me, and I put them on, and I'll be darned if they don't look pretty good. I stand up on my toes a little, and she says a medium heel should be fine with that length of skirt. I agree and tell her that I think this is what I will get.

I change out of the outfit and start to take off the bra, and she tells me to keep it on, and she will put the old bra in the bag with my outfit. She is so sweet that I agree, and she takes off the tag. She watches me put my jeans and top and gather up my stuff, and she takes the other items and hangs them just outside the door as we exit. There is no one else in the department as she walks me to the register.

She tells me that I have made a great choice and that I will enjoy it. I gaze at her and smile and tell her I really enjoyed my shopping experience. She grins and asks me to give her my name, phone number, and address if I want to see her again. My mouth drops open, and I hastily close it, blushing again. I told her my information and said I would really love to see her again. She says to me, leaning closer, "I get off at 10, could I come over after that?"

I smile, and it turns to a shy grin as I imagine how I can have a nice little meal arranged and maybe a bubble bath for two; I tell her that would be fine, could I invite her to have dinner then she says, "That'd be really nice, thanks." I give her a last smile as I turn away and call back, "I'll see you then! I'll let you imagine the rest, ok?"