Lesbian Erotica, Volume 2

by Carla Blake

  The amount of dresses she’d owned back then could be counted on one hand, with fingers to spare. A bit like now really.

  The Thursday she picked was foul. All morning it had rained steadily, running down her office window and flowing along the gutters in a stream of dirty water. The sound of cars swishing through it had been the sound track to her working day and umbrellas bobbed like multi coloured boats navigating crowded canals.

  She’d even thought about cancelling, reluctant to turn up at Hilliers dripping wet, cold and in no mood for trying on her nemesis. But when her mobile rang and a female voice introduced herself as Jan, her personal shopper and asked if she would prefer tea or coffee on arrival at their 2 o’clock appointment, she changed her mind?

  You didn’t get that kind of service in Tesco!

  The doorman, dressed in a dark blue overcoat with golden buttons and a cap to match, opened the door for her, greeted her as ‘madam’ and didn’t seem to mind at all that she entered self consciously folding her dripping umbrella and wiping her feet before stepping onto the polished marble floor of the foyer. Hilliers was definitely grand, there was no doubt about it and she wished she’d brought something to put her umbrella in rather than having it drip all over the floor.

  “May I take that for you madam?”

  A second doorman had appeared, this time in waistcoat and suit and he was indicating towards her hand. “Your umbrella madam.” He smiled. “We can hold it for you if you like. Save you carrying it around all wet.”

  Lindsey handed it over, pleased to have one less thing to worry about. In truth, she felt a little intimidated and again was questioning whether this had been a good idea. Everything was so posh, so formal. It was as though she had stepped back in time and at any moment expected a very well dressed lady to appear on the arm of a man wearing a top hat discussing whether they had a good cabin aboard the Titanic.

  “Excuse me.” She said, directing the question towards the doorman who’d taken her umbrella. “I have an appointment with a personal shopper. Could you tell me where to go please?”

  “Second floor madam. The lifts are over there. Is there anything else I can help you with?”

  Etiquette, she was tempted to say, before declining his offer. God, it was bloody posh in here. She felt like a scruffy, little urchin in comparison and was truly grateful she was still dressed in her work clothes and not jeans. She would have died of embarrassment.

  The porter in the lift pressed the button for her and enquired if she was having a pleasant day? Lindsey told him she was and commented on the foul weather before the lift slid to a smooth stop on the second floor and she was able to step out onto a dark red carpet thicker than the ones she had at home. In front of her a floor mounted store guide informed her she needed to turn right for the personal shoppers and she followed the corridor around until she came to women’s fashion.

  Again, the opulence crowded her and she breathed deep, trying to exhale the ‘ordinary’ out of herself. Unlike modern fashion stores were everything was sparse and white and a shelf held a single sweater or a lone shoe that looked too expensive to even breath close to, Hilliers positively celebrated the amount of clothes it had on offer and all around the walls hung rails of dresses and blouses whilst free standing units played host to sweaters and tops and trousers folded along the crease line. There were even jeans for sale, much to her astonishment and a corner devoted to the teenage market. The sight of it gave her the courage to move forward and feeling slightly more confident than she had downstairs, Lindsey made her way over to the checkout and announced her arrival.

  “Hi, I’m Jan.”

  Lindsey turned and taking the proffered hand, came face to face with her personal shopper. Jan was pretty. About the same build as she was, she had auburn hair cut into a bob and a smattering of freckles across her nose. She also had a very nice smile and feeling herself relax a little more, Lindsey shook her hand and told her she was pleased to meet her.

  “Likewise,” Jan said and asked Lindsey to follow her into a small side room where she came face to face with a plush, red sofa to match the carpet, a full length mirror, a double changing room and a coffee table with tea and biscuits already laid out.

  “So tell me,” Jan said once tea had been poured and cookies offered. “What kind of outfit are you looking for?”

  “It’s for a wedding.” Lindsey said, turning down her mouth.

  “You don’t like weddings?”

  “Oh, it’s not that. I like weddings, it’s shopping for them I don’t like.”

  Jan nodded sympathetically. “I know what you mean. You’re always expected to wear something special and more often than not, you only ever end up wearing it once. Are you expected to wear a hat as well?”

  “God, no!” Lindsey grimaced. “I’m just a regular guest.”

  Jan laughed. “Let’s see what we can do then.”

  And whist they each drank another cup of tea and Lindsey nibbled on her second cookie, Jan took down details of what she was looking for and her sizes, reassured her that they would definitely find something suitable and then disappeared off to find it.

  Half an hour later, she returned, carrying a selection of dresses.

  “I have shoes to match.” She said, laying the dresses on the end of the sofa and waiting for another assistant to appear carrying boxes. “And if you require any other accessories, evening bags perhaps or jewellery, I can locate those for you as well.”

  “Thank you, but I think I’ll start with the dresses. Once I’ve got that, the worst bit is over.”

  Lindsey tried on the first dress. It wasn’t bad. Light blue in colour, Jan had certainly picked the right size and it certainly wasn’t the frilly nightmare her mother would have chosen, but she still wasn’t sure about the neck line. It was scooped and she felt it showed off a little too much of her cleavage.

  Exiting the changing room she sought Jan’s opinion.

  “I see what you mean.” Jan agreed, running her eyes over her. “Try the other one. It has a higher neck line, might be more appropriate.”

  She did. The dress fit her well and she liked the slightly darker hue. It also hugged her curves without making her feel like she was wearing a strait jacket and with heels she reckoned she wouldn’t look bad at all.

  Jan agreed. “I have others for you to try,” she smiled, “but I think we might have struck gold early. And you could wear it after the wedding as well. Walk up and down a bit and try sitting in it. We want you to be comfortable at the reception as well as the church.”

  Lindsey did as Jan suggested and paraded up and down the room, standing on tip toes to simulate heels whilst Jan searched through the boxes until she find the perfect pair to go with the dress. “And they’re not too expensive,” she added once Lindsey had slipped them on her feet. “Plus we also have gel pads if you feel your feet might like that extra bit of luxury. You’ll probably have a lot of dancing to do with that special guy.”

  “I doubt that.” Lindsey replied, “though my mother will probably try to match me up with someone.”

  “Match making is she?” Jan asked, rolling her eyes. “My mother is exactly the same, always trying to pair me up with someone totally unsuitable. Her last attempt had me going out with a Star Wars geek. I mean, can you see me dressed up as Princess what’s her name? I think not!”

  Lindsey laughed. “You’re so not what I was expecting.” She smiled. “I thought my personal shopper would be...”

  “Posher?” Jan offered. “Dressed in a tweed suit?”

  “Something like that.”

  “Well, there is always Deirdre, bless her. She’s probably been here since the store laid the first brick and is so proper it makes my teeth ache, but I can’t be like that I’m afraid. Shopping should be fun, not something to be endured. And please don’t tell them I drank tea w
ith you. I’m not supposed to do that.”

  Lindsey pulled a face. “Umm. Naughty you.”

  “I know. I should be sacked. So, would you like to try the others, or is your heart already set on that one. It does suit you, I have to say.”

  “I’m having this one. It fits me, I like the colour and the shoes are comfy, so it’s job done as far as I’m concerned. Thank you.”

  “No problem. Glad to be of service. If you’d like to slip out of it, I’ll pack it in one of our posh boxes and sprinkle scented beads all over it. What about underwear? Do you need something new?”

  Lindsey hesitated. “I hadn’t thought of that. I suppose I should buy something new, would be a shame not to.”

  Jan disappeared again, this time to the lingerie department. In the meantime, Lindsey stayed in the dress, wanting to get a proper feel for it before she plunged her hand into her purse and handed over a small fortune.

  Eventually Jan returned, carrying several bra and panty sets.

  “I can let you try on the bras,” she said, “but I’m afraid you’ll have to take a chance on the knickers. Hygiene regulations and all that. Sorry.”

  “No problem. Let’s have a look. What have you got that’s fairly plain?”

  Inside the changing room again, Lindsey slipped the dress over her head, tried on the bra and slipped the dress back on again. It looked okay. The bra was a good fit and it didn’t show through the fabric and lifting her arms, she twisted this way and that, checking to make sure the cups were still sitting snugly beneath her breasts and didn’t ride up the moment she moved. Satisfied then that she need look no further, she tried to take the dress off again, only to find she couldn’t get it any further than her head. The clasp of the bra had obviously caught on something and she was afraid that if she tugged too hard something might tear. She was stuck.

  Swearing under her breath, she tried wriggling the dress back down her body, hoping that whatever was caught would free itself of its own accord on the downward slide, but when she tried to lift it off again the same thing happened and she was forced to stop. Trapped by a single thread.

  “You alright in there?”

  “I’m kinda stuck.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I think the bra has got caught on the dress and I can’t get it off.”

  “Oh dear. Can I come in?”

  Within the cubicle, Lindsey blushed. Could this get any worse, she thought. Stuck in an expensive dress, terrified to move in case it ripped and wearing her everyday knickers that were far from the perfect articles Jan had provided for her to see. What on earth was Jan going to think?

  The cubicle door opened and Jan stepped in, sympathy etched across her face, “Oh, poor you.” She said, turning Lindsey round so she could see where the problem was. “Don’t you hate it when this happens? Shoddy workmanship Deidre would say and I think she might have a point, you should see the loose threads back here.”

  In spite of herself, Lindsey smiled. “You’re not a very good advert for your store.” She said. “Aren’t you supposed to recommend your clothes, not criticise them?”

  “I am merely telling the truth.” Jan replied. “There are loads of loose bits hanging off the seams. There. I think I’ve got it.”

  She had and in moments Lindsey had the dress over her head and was examining the loose threads Jan had mentioned. “I still like the dress though,” she said, snapping one of the strands free with her fingers. “Would Hillers consider a reduction in price due to all this?”

  “Under the circumstances, I’m sure that could be arranged. Now, how’s the bra?”

  Lindsey showed her, once again lifting her arms so Jan could see that it wasn’t slipping.

  “I’m not so sure.” Jan said frowning. “It lifts at the front a bit.”

  Lindsey tried not to breath, not to react, but she could feel her heart starting to beat a little too quickly the moment Jan put her hands on her sides and gently slid her fingertips beneath the cups. She didn’t even understand why it was having such an effect on her, Jan was pretty and in other circumstances she might have considered getting to know her better, but she was in a store! In posh, upmarket, ‘we don’t do such things here’, Hilliers and she should be thinking about nothing else but making her purchase and getting home. But oh, God, it felt nice.

  Turning her around, Jan told her she was going to check the straps at the back and again Lindsey forced herself to suppress the shudder of pleasure that was poised to ripple down her spine.

  “It seems a little tight.” Jan said at last, turning her round so they were facing one another again. “Might I suggest you try a bigger size? I have one here in the same design.”

  Politely turning her back whilst Lindsey tried it on, Lindsey swallowed hard and told herself not to be so silly! Jan wasn’t interested in her! She was just here to help her find the perfect outfit and probably reap a nice little commission on the side, not seduce her into the sack. She had to get a grip!

  “That’s much better!” Jan smiled once Lindsey had given her the okay to look. “You have a lovely figure and now you have a bra that fits, you look even better. May I just make sure it doesn’t pinch?”

  Again she put her hands on Lindsey and again Lindsey closed her eyes and took a shuddering breath in, thinking she really must be missing a woman’s touch to be getting so turned on by a simple bra fitting.

  “You have lovely breasts.”

  “I..I do?” The words shocked her and yet at the same time, sent such a thrill of pleasure through her that she was incapable of feeling offended.

  “You do.”

  Jan was standing right in front of her now, her face mere inches from her own and Lindsey could feel her breath on her face, the aroma of her perfume lingering just behind; then her hands lowering, reaching out; circling her waist.

  “Tell me to stop.” Jan whispered, her eyes never leaving Lindsey’s. “Tell me to stop right now, and I will walk away, pack up your purchases and give you a discount for your trouble.”

  “I don’t want a discount.” Lindsey replied, her voice trembling ever so slightly. “And I don’t want you to stop.”

  “Are you sure?”

  Lindsey nodded.

  “Then I am going to have to kiss you.”

  Their lips met, melded, joined together in a kiss that was sweet and warm and lingering. Lindsey felt goose bumps break out on her skin as Jan pulled her closer until their bodies were touching. Now she could feel the heat of her, the pressure of her hips pressing into her own and she wanted her so much it made her bones ache.

  They moved. Breaking apart the kiss just long enough for Jan to swiftly lock the door and invite Lindsey to join her on the sofa where they sat, side by side, breathing hard. Knowing they were on the verge of having sex and both excited at the prospect.

  “Strip for me.” Lindsey said and Jan stood up. Slowly she unbuttoned her blouse, allowing it to slip over her shoulders and fall to the floor. Beneath, her bra was white and lacy, her breasts creamy mounds peeking over the top as she cupped them both before trailing her hands down and over her stomach and then round, unzipping her skirt to reveal sheer, black stockings and a pair of knickers that matched her bra.

  “How do you want me?” She smiled suggestively.

  “Over here.” Lindsey replied and waited for Jan to stand in front of her. She longed to touch her, to run her hands over her thighs and the swell of her pubic mound hidden by her panties. She wanted to rip them off and bury her head between her legs, she wanted...

  “Are you having second thoughts?”

  “No! I was just savouring.”

  “Then savour away, but don’t take too long. I want to feel your hands on me.”

  Lindsey touched her. Reaching up, she ran her hands up Jan’s sides and allowed her finge
rs to trace the outline of her bra. She kissed her stomach, feeling the muscles flutter beneath her touch and her hands reached higher, cupping her breasts and feeling for her nipples.

  “Take it off.” She sighed and waited for Jan to reach round and unclasp her bra. Then she peeled it away and gazed up at a pair of gorgeous breasts, topped with dark nipples already beginning to harden.

  “Bend over.” She commanded and as Jan’s breast came within reach she took a nipple in her mouth and sucked the nub until it crinkled beneath her tongue before turning her attention to the other side and doing the same thing.

  “Lovely.” Jan sighed. “You’re making me throb.”

  “Good. ‘Cos I’m going there next.” And allowing Jan to straighten up again, she hooked her fingers around the top of her panties and slid them down her thighs.

  Her fluff was neat and matched the auburn tones of her hair and as Lindsey touched it with her fingers and told her she looked beautiful, Jan spread her legs and invited her in.

  She stared with a kiss, pressed firmly into her fluff whilst she inhaled the musky scent of feminine arousal and allowed the aroma to make her own head swim with desire. She kissed her again and ran her hands over the tops of her stockings and across the smooth, soft flesh of her inner thighs. She teased her, pressing her thumbs against the sides of her mound without ever actually touching the pink folds that waited just inside and ran her tongue over her fluff, inching ever closer to the top of her slit before pulling away at the last minute and leaving Jan gasping. She kissed her belly and ran her tongue in and out of her belly button, smiling when Jan told she couldn’t stand much more and would she please touch her properly!

  “Of course,” Lindsey breathed and cupped her mound with her hands, applying just enough pressure to cause Jan’s knees to sag a little before she caught herself.

  Her finger slid in, found warmth and parted soft, sticky lips. She delved deeper, finding wetness in abundance that led her directly to the delicate opening of her cunt. She probed, entering her just enough for Jan to feel her there before pulling free and using both hands to peel aside the lips of her labium, exposing the glistening length of her pussy to her waiting tongue.