Lesbian Sex in a Boutique
An Oysters story by Gwen Michaels
Dear Diary,
Sometimes the strangest things happen to me. Some are good and some, not so good. I really don't know how to categorize this particular experience except to say it was so bad it was good!
I was shopping yesterday afternoon and enjoying my day. I had been to the salon and had my hair and nails done. I looked good and felt great. I was just spoiling myself a little when I happened on a new boutique around the corner from my favorite shoe store. It was tucked away in a corner, but from all appearances on the outside, it looked very chic. I walked in and looked around. I appeared to be the only shopper inside. It was quiet and peaceful and smelled like jasmine and honeysuckle. The clothing arranged on the racks looked original and unique and just a little bit Indian. In fact, the low music playing in the background was definitely Indian with twanging string instruments and foreign female voices singing a mournful song. I felt as if I had entered old Bangladesh.
I found some interesting skirts and veils that seemed suited to a private belly dance when a soft, velvety voice tickled my ear from behind. It floated on the mixed scents in the air and as I turned to see the owner of this voice, my breath caught in my throat. I stared in awe at the most beautiful, most exquisite woman I had ever laid eyes on. She looked like she could be Indian royalty. Her hair fell straight and black to her waist. Her skin was like coffee, creamy and smooth, and long lashes framed her almond-shaped, dark-chocolate eyes. My glance fell to her full, naturally ruby lips which turned up on the ends in an amused smile. I was enchanted.
The velvet voice spoke again. "May I help you with anything?" I looked up again to her eyes and smiled. "I was just admiring your boutique. You're new here?"
The lady smiled, "Yes, I just opened today. You are my first customer."
I laughed softly and allowed her to show me the items I had been looking at. I noticed her name tag pinned to her low cut, peasant top "Jasmine." I thought her name fit her well; exotic and sweet with sensual undertones.
"You will need to try these on and see if they fit" she said. She had picked up three skirts that varied in color and texture and also a handful of veils. I unquestioningly followed her as she took my hand and led me to the back where the fitting rooms were. Captivated by her, all I could do was follow and stare. The crazy thing is that I know I'm not a lesbian but I felt a wild attraction to this woman. Maybe it was because I had never seen one so lovely before. I didn't know and I didn't care. I just followed her.
She opened the door to the furthest fitting room in the corner and we walked inside together. I thought she might just hang up the clothes and leave but she stayed and closed the door behind her. I stopped, turned and stared at her...she smiled back at me and her eyes skimmed slowly down my body. I suddenly felt hot and flushed and my body tightened in a response I usually only felt in the presence of an attractive man. I didn't know what to say or do. She seemed to know, however, for she reached out and started to unbutton my blouse. Her small hands were quick yet graceful. She smoothed the blouse off of my shoulders and I felt a small shiver run through my body from her brief touch. Jasmine looked at my breast rising and falling in the confines of my lacy bra and her eyes turned from dark chocolate to black with desire.
I felt like I was in some kind of dream as she turned me around to face the mirror. I could see her face reflected over my shoulder and felt her hands release the clasp of my bra. My eyes closed and my head fell back when her lips brushed my nape and my nipples puckered as they felt the lace of my bra slide off my skin, down my arms and to the floor. Her hands tickled an erotic path over my ribs and stomach and then they glided up to cup my aching breasts. I inhaled sharply but could not catch the next breath as I felt her fingertips start to tease my already hard nipples into rock hard pebbles. I could feel her own breasts against my naked back and knew she was not wearing a bra either.
Her lips and tongue traced a wet trail up and down my neck and when her tongue licked my ear, I melted into a puddle. I could feel my clit throbbing and my pussy becoming very wet. She unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down my hips. I loved watching her bend over in the mirror to help me step out of them. She stayed crouched with her gauzy skirt spread out around her feet and her hands caressed my thighs and my ass. I didn't know how to respond; I wanted to touch her so much but somehow felt inhibited. I waited to see what she might do next. She reached up and pulled the tie on her own top loose and pulled it over her head. I became so wet at the sight of her beautiful, full breasts swaying, her puckered nipples begging to be touched and kissed. I sank to my knees and without a word I bent my head and began to gently suckle the left nipple while my left hand cupped her right breast.
She moaned softly and arched her back to allow me better access. I trailed my tongue to the other breast and began sucking even more greedily on that one. Her skin was so soft and silky and tasted like honey. She lifted my chin with one finger and leaned in to kiss me on the lips. It was the most pleasurable kiss I had ever felt. It was soft and explorative and gentle. I sighed and she slid her tongue inside to lick and suck mine. We played this way for a while, kissing, touching and our breasts rubbing back and forth on each other. I wanted more and she laid me down on the floor of the dressing room and dipped her head to lick my navel and I felt her hands pull my panties off me. I lay bare before her eyes and she smiled down at me. She gently lifted and spread my knees apart, her fingers trailing up and down my inner thighs and she looked at my wet, throbbing core just begging to be touched.
Without a word she lowered her head, sweeping her hair aside and I almost came right then and there when I felt the first hot flick of her tongue on my clit. She licked and sucked every part of my wetness as she slid two fingers inside of me. I moaned and squirmed and felt the tightness building to an excruciating level and then I came with a force I had never before experienced. She finger fucked me as I came once, twice and then three times. Each more explosive than the last.
I wanted so much to return the favor to this exquisite woman and indicated she should position herself over me 69 style. To my delight, she was not wearing any panties under her skirt and as I buried my head into her hot wetness and tasted the flesh of a woman for the first time I felt desire flood my body again. We licked, we sucked and used our fingers and our bodies in ways that brought us both to pleasure again and again. I felt bold enough to flip her over onto her back and I kissed a trail up from her thighs to her breasts and then her lips and neck. I loved the taste of her skin. I couldn't get enough. I began to suck hard on her nipple as I rubbed my fingers up and down over her clit and into her moist folds. Her thigh between my own gave me all that I needed to rub myself to climax on her as I brought her to orgasm again.
It felt so good and so sweet. I didn't want it to end. I looked into her lovely eyes and smiled before kissing her softly on her ruby lips. She smiled into our kiss and I could feel her moving out from under me. She sat up and cupped my breasts again. "34C, I think.....I will get you the bra to go with the skirt of wine and gold". To my surprise, she walked out of the fitting room in only her skirt. I hoped no one else had walked in while we had been pleasuring each other. In a brief moment, Jasmine returned with the promised bra. She made me try it on along with the skirt and the veils. I looked at myself in the mirror, flushed and ripe from sex and couldn't believe the woman I saw staring back at me.
"It will be my gift to you...so when you wear it, you will think of me and of today. You will touch yourself and feel much pleasure". I smiled at her and wrapped my arms around her. How could I ever forget this experience or her? Of course, I wouldn't. It was the most provocative and erotic experience of my life. Even now, dear Diary, as I write this passage, I am wearing my veils...
Originally Published March 2007: Getting Lucky