Loading...I chose a table in the food court of the Mall and sat down to eat my salad during an unsuccessful hour of shopping for some new outfits. I ate absent-mindedly and people-watched as I picked through the salad greens and sliced tomatoes on my plate.
The food court began to fill as if everyone suddenly came over all hungry and I was soon surrounded by noisy teens, tired seniors simply wanting to get off their feet, and some families with restless kids.
I was glad I had arrived when I did because it would be hard to find a seat now as I watched the people with trays looking hopefully about them for an empty table. I was just about to get up so an older woman could take my spot when I heard a voice coming over my left shoulder.
“Would you mind terribly if I sat here?”
I turned my face and saw a well-dressed middle-aged woman standing next to me with tray held before her, expectantly awaiting my response with upraised eyebrows. She nodded to the empty chair across from me at the small table for two.
“No, please, I was just getting up.” I said as I began to straighten the items on my side of the table.
“Oh, thank you.” The woman said, placing her tray opposite mine. “No need to leave.” And she sat down with a delicate plop on the plastic chair across from me.
She sighed heavily, looked up at me and smiled broadly. “Quite a crowd here today.” She said as she busied herself with her plastic utensils and pushed a straw into her drink cup. “Noreen.” She said, glancing up momentarily from her preparations.
I looked up to her face and she had an expectant look in her eyes. “Oh, Joy.” I said.
When I saw the puzzled look on her face, I realized she misunderstood. “Joy…is my name.” She must have thought I was being sarcastic about her imposition on my privacy. I smiled and tilted my head in a comic way.
“Oh, yes, Joy. I see. Well, nice to meet you.” She said as she took a small bite of pasta salad from her fork. “Any luck on the shopping front, Joy?” She asked.
I slumped back in my chair and said, “No. Can’t find a thing.”
“Hmm, what are you looking for?” She asked as she speared a tineful of pasta with her fork.
“Oh, some new work outfits, mostly. I started a new job and I feel like the poor step-daughter at the office.” I said with a small laugh.
“A new job. Sounds exciting. What do you do?” She asked before taking a sip through the straw without lifting the container from the table.
“Oh, just a receptionist at a law firm.” I answered.
“Hey, receptionist is how I got started.” She said as she chewed some pasta salad. “And I know what you mean about feeling wardrobe-challenged. A receptionist needs to look sharp.”
I sat up straighter in my chair, looking at Noreen with interest. Yes, “sharp” was the look I wanted. Somewhere between over-dressed and casual but pulled-together. As I eyed Noreen, I saw that she had the look I was hoping to achieve. “I’m kind of lost.” I said, suddenly thinking I might get some advice from the sharp-looking lady across from me.
“Have you been to OZA?” Noreen asked glancing up as she took another sip of her drink.
“Oh, no.” I said. OZA was one of those stores I would never walk into. It was upscale and the saleswomen all looked like Eastern European models.
“That’s my next stop after this salad. We should go together.” She said. She ate and looked into my eyes. “I’ll help you, Joy. I know it’s intimidating for a young lady.”
“Expensive too.” I said, beginning to realize the let-down already.
“Don’t worry about that. We’ll have fun, find some great outfits and make a day of it.” Noreen said, favoring me with a wide smile before taking a delicate mouthful of pasta salad. She chewed a bit then managed to say, still with mouth full, “Girls out shopping. Don’t let the bitches put you off your game.” She swallowed, took a quick pull of the soft drink, sat back, pushed her tray a few inches away from her edge of the table, looked me right in the eye and said, “Let’s go, Joy.” And she was up and waiting for me to grab my tray and we were off through the crowd to discard our trays and next thing I knew we were heading to OZA.
I had to walk fast to catch up to Noreen as she weaved through the food court heading to the main concourse. Damn, she was a fast one. I watched her as I tried to catch up. Noreen was wearing a really nice businesswoman’s navy dress and stiletto heels. Her ash blonde hair hung just below her shoulders. Her fine leather purse hung on a long shoulder strap and jumped as it hit her hips as she sashayed through the crowd. With enough separation, I was able to quickly assess her incredibly fit body in the smart dress and the length of muscled calves below the hem.
Noreen stopped in the middle of the foot traffic about her, tilted her head, and said, “C’mon, Kiddo, chop-chop.” And she laughed a bit as I rushed to reach her side.
I really did feel like the poor step-daughter walking beside her in my jeans, washed out t-shirt, and beat-up running shoes. I was out of breath, too, as she walked briskly towards OZA. We didn’t say anything for a while then she gently pushed my arm to enter the wide archway to OZA. I saw some of the saleswomen lurking near the entrance and my heart sank a little.
When Noreen took the first steps into the store with its minimalist displays of expensive offerings, a tall brunette saleswoman approached and lit up with a wide smile. “Welcome, nice to see you again, Miss Grey.” She gave a quick glance in my direction as I sidled near Noreen. “Can I be of service, Miss Grey?”
“Ah, yes.” Noreen started. “We’re looking for some young professional ensembles.” She said confidently. She pronounced “ensembles” with the French swallow of the last syllable.
“Very good.” And the statuesque saleswoman led us to a long display of simple but elegant frocks and suits. She swept her hand before the racks like a game show hostess.
“Thank you, Jasmine.” Noreen answered sweetly and nodded as Jasmine made herself scarce under her gaze. Turning to me, Noreen said, “Well, here we are then. Let’s see what suits you.”
That began a long session of picking out and trying on a number of dresses and suits that Noreen would appraise after I had slipped into them in the dressing salon, surveying me through the mirrors and circling me with her own commentary about their appearance on me. Every so often she would put some she liked aside and discarded the rest to a hanger rack. A few times, Jasmine poked her head into the salon to see how we were progressing but never said a word, always ducking back out of sight (probably computing her commission at the pile of clothing left out that Noreen had approved). After awhile, Noreen said, “I can see what works for you now. I think we should keep these.”
“I can’t….” I started weakly, looking at the pile of outfits and then up at Noreen’s expectant visage.
“Don’t fret, Joy.” She said airily. “Let’s go. Grab those.” Then she marched out to the main floor.
I caught up with her again and Jasmine was now hurrying towards me to unburden me of my bundle of expensive and (honestly) exquisite clothes. I rushed to Noreen’s side and pulled her arm. “I can’t afford this. Thanks but…”
“Joy, really.” She said in an almost disappointed tone of voice, looking me square in the eyes. “I’ll take care of this.” Then she lowered her face close to my ear and whispered, “From one former receptionist to another.” And then she kissed my cheek very lightly and circled her hand around my bicep as she did so.
“Noreen, really, I couldn’t.” I said in a certain tone.
“Don’t even say it, Angel.” She said as she walked to the check out counter and brought her purse up to extract a gleaming black credit card.
“Will that be everything, Miss Grey?” Jasmine asked, almost giddy with the size of the expected sale in her grasp.
After the transaction, I was burdened with bags and boxes in bigger bags and Jasmine walked us out to the store entrance. “Nice to meet you, Miss…?”
“Joy.” I answered in a flustered tone.
“Well, do come again, Joy.” Jasmine answered, giving me the once over and then turning towards Noreen, “Always nice to see you, Miss Grey.”
Out in the Mall’s floor traffic again, Noreen whispered, “You need some shoes…and lingerie. Follow me.”
Instead of making for the Mall’s other purveyors of footwear and lingerie, she steered us out towards the Mall exit. “We’ll take my car.” Noreen said in the bright sunshine of the parking lot. We trudged a short distance, me fussing with the bags and stuff, as Noreen walked confidently towards the sea of autos. I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised when she popped the trunk of sleek black Mercedes CLS and unlocked the doors with the electronic chime from her key fob.
“Put that stuff in there and hop in, time’s a-wasting.” She said brightly.
I did as told and the trunk closed silently behind me. I plopped in the deep leather cushions of Noreen’s car. “Noreen, thank you so much. You really shouldn’t have and I never expected…”
“Hush, Angel.” She said as she steered the big sedan out into the Mall traffic. “Now, I know just the place to get you finished up for your new job.”
“But didn’t you want to purchase anything?” I asked, realizing that Noreen had not bought anything for herself.
“No. I was just killing time. This is more fun anyway.” She said and laughed as she glanced sideways at me and piloted the car into the highway traffic.
We drove for a long time, making our way through suburban highways and byways as we came through a part of the metropolitan area with which I was unfamiliar. Noreen slowed the car a bit then made a careful U-turn on a two lane road and pulled into a small lot beside a nondescript looking store. “Okay, this is it.” She said as she parked and turned the car off. “Let’s go, Joy.” And with that we were exiting the car and walking to the entrance of a small shop with the name “Helene’s Boudoir” painted on the front door’s glass.
The store was a throwback and when Noreen pushed open the front door, a small bell tinkled as if we were at an old dry goods purveyor at the turn of the century. A woman rushed to meet us in the center aisle as we ambled in.
“Noreen, Miss Grey, how nice to see you again!” The shoplady said as she swept her arm before her to urge us into the main part of the store.
“Hello, Helene. This is Joy.” Noreen said, placing her hand on my shoulder. “We need some lingerie and perhaps some shoes.”
“Yes, of course, Noreen.” Helene said and gave me an appraising look from head to toe and back again. “Yes, yes indeed.” She said as she turned to lead us through the store’s offerings of sleepwear, negligees, satiny night-things, and carefully displayed girdles, brassieres, camisoles, and more exotic finery.
“Did you have anything in particular in mind, Noreen?” Helene asked, as if I wasn’t even there.
“Hmm, well, yes. Ah, we need some figure control, of course.” Noreen said, glancing apologetically at me as she said this. “And a few items that are just…divine…to give Joy some confidence for her new job.” She finished.
“Please, this way.” Helene said business-like as she made her way to a rack of foundation garments.
I looked quickly at the collection of lingerie she stood before. I couldn’t see myself wearing anything like that under work clothes. The term “figure control” rattled around in my head and I was uncertain whether I should feel insulted. I was hardly overweight – although I am always wanting to lose a few pounds here and there like almost every woman.
“Joy, you really just need a little control in the tummy and perhaps some lift to the bosom.” Helene said smiling as she lifted a bodyshaper from the rack. “Size 10, say?”
Boy, she had me pegged exactly, I thought dispiritedly. “Yes, 10. Y’know, it fluctuates, 8 to 12. In that range.” I said with a small, involuntary smile at her insight.
“Try on an 8.” Noreen said.
Helene dipped back into the rack and pulled out a beige spandex bodyshaper. “This is an 8.” She said, handing it to me. It looked tiny. “Try this on, Joy.” She said and pointed to the dressing rooms.
I looked expectantly at Noreen. She smiled and nodded assent to the selection. I took the hanger and garment and walked to the curtained dressing rooms, choosing the farthest one from where the two women stood watching me. I slid the curtain in place, looked at my clothed self in the full-length mirror, sighed, and began disrobing. Naked, I began to climb into the stretch fabric and pulled it up to get my hips squeezed into the bottom, then pulled northward to bring my breasts into the cups. It was a tight squeeze. I guess I was more into my size 12 phase at the moment. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I was astounded at my appearance. This thing was awesome, I thought to myself. I had a waistline and boobs with full cleavage. I smiled to my own image staring back at me.
“Let’s see, Honey.” Noreen called.
I pulled back the curtain and took a tentative step out of the changing room, feeling both embarrassed and empowered at the same time.
“Oh, yes, very nice, Joy.” Helene said with a professional’s considered opinion.
“Ha, yes! You look hot, baby.” Noreen laughed as she surveyed me in the bodyshaper. “We’ll take that one, for sure. If you have the same thing in black, Helene, throw that in too.” She said approaching me with a wide grin on her pretty face.
“Noreen, really, I….” I began protestingly but I could hear the hesitancy in my own voice.
Noreen came in close to my head and whispered to me, “Cut it out, Joy. We’re just beginning.”
Helene came back with a black version of the bodyshaper. “No need to try this on, the same thing.” She said and laid it over the top of a nearby rack.
“Helene, do you have one of your corsets on?” Noreen asked kindly of the other woman.
Helene put her head down and nodded. “Yes, I do, Miss Grey.” She said quietly.
“We bought a couple of dresses that would benefit from a real corset for Joy. Would you model for us?” Noreen asked.
“Of course.” Helene said and straightened to unzip her dress from behind. She carefully peeled the dress off her shoulders and the sleeves down her arms, then shimmied the sleek material below her hips, stepped one leg delicately from the material, and carefully plucked it from her upraised back leg before it hit the floor.
Helene stood before Noreen and I as she modeled a gloriously embroidered gold corset. The boned garment nipped her waist in by several inches, showing off her quite magnificent bosom and cleavage as well as her flared hips where the corset hem ended just below her crotch. Tight black garters suspended a pair of exquisite taupe stockings that gleamed along the length of her thighs, calves, and ankles, ending in her high heeled black stilettos. She raised her face to meet Noreen’s gaze.
I was surprised at how Helene’s demeanor – her entire bodily appearance – seemed to change as she stood before us in her corset, stockings, and heels. She was older than Noreen, maybe in her early 50’s, but she had a rockin’ body, I had to admit to myself. With her carefully coiffed retro hairdo and generous amount of cosmetics, Helene looked like a former showgirl or burlesque dancer as she unabashedly displayed herself for us. And there was definitely something strange about her passive attitude towards Noreen when she had stripped down to the beautiful corset.
“Yes, quite lovely, Helene. As always.” Noreen said, as she glanced at me.
“Wow.” Was all I could muster at the sight of the other woman standing there before us.
“This is a new item, Ma’am.” Helene said, addressing Noreen, then glancing quickly in my direction. She began a slow pirouette in her corset.
“Do you have that in Joy’s size?” Noreen asked business-like.
“Oh, yes, Ma’am. I’ll get it for you both.” Helene said quietly and walked to a far corner of the store.
“What-the-fuck?” I whispered to Noreen when we were briefly alone as Helene hunted through some articles several feet from us.
Noreen simply smiled and patted my bare arm as Helene returned to us with a matching golden corset over her arms. She presented it to Noreen as though it was an offering. “This should do, Ma’am.” She said lowering her head again.
“Yes, quite nice. Please assist Joy with it, will you, please, Helene?” Noreen asked.
“Of course, this way, Joy.” Helene said as she led us to the changing booth. “Let’s get you out of this shaper and into the corset, OK, sweetheart?” She said as she fussed with the shaper’s shoulder straps.
I let myself be stripped by the amazing woman and she began to fit the stiff corset around my torso. I had to make an effort to stand still as she cinched me into the restrictive garment. Helene stepped behind me and I felt her snapping the hooks closed up the line of my spine.
“Inhale, honey.” She said quietly as she worked to close the lower hooks leading down to my hips. “Yes, there you are.” She said finally as I tried to exhale with difficulty. Helene stepped in front of me and surveyed me. “Please excuse me, but let me make a small adjustment, Joy.” She said in a hushed tone.
“Uh, sure.” I answered, as I experienced the tight grip of the corset over my torso. It was not unpleasant – but I felt very strange standing there in the admittedly beautiful garment as I looked at myself past Helene in the mirror’s reflection.
Helene reached one hand under my left breast and dipped her right hand into the corset material, taking a palm-full of my fatty breast to plump my bosom up in a nice swell of cleavage. She repeated the exercise on my right breast. “Yes, there you are, dear.” She said, proud of her handiwork.
“Oh, yes, I see.” I said with surprise as I looked at my bosom propped in two fleshy mounds atop the corset’s half cups.
“Let’s show Mistress, er, Miss Grey.” Helene said and guided me out of the changing room.
Noreen was browsing through some racks and turned when she heard our approach. “Oh, magnificent, magni-fi-cent!” She exclaimed as she stared wide-eyed at me, then shot a quick nod of approval towards Helene. “Very nice, indeed, ladies.” Noreen walked in a circle around me, making sounds of approval, and let her trailing hand circle across my waist and hips as she appraised me. “And how does this feel, Joy?” She asked.
I was still somewhat flustered at this latest development. My mind was racing about what was happening to me. I am not a complete innocent about sex or fetish – although I had no great knowledge and certainly no first-hand experience in clothing fetish or whatever it was that Noreen was putting me through. “It feels…weird.” I said quietly.
Both Noreen and Helene shared small laughs at my comment.
“Yes, I imagine it does, Joy.” Noreen said. “But good weird?” She asked as she stood behind me, her hand now planted atop the flare of my right hip, her breath just barely brushing my bare shoulder.
“Yeah. I guess so.” I admitted, perhaps fibbing a little out of nervousness at being on display as I was.
“Wonderful.” Noreen said, back to business-like mode. “Helene, let’s get our friend some stockings and, my goodness, some pretty shoes, of course.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” Helene walked quickly away to find the items Noreen requested.
“What’s going on here?” I asked quietly as Noreen circled to my side.
“It’s shopping, dear. We’ll have fun with it.” She said as she carefully balanced my bosom and cleavage in the tight corset as though molding a clay sculpture. “Oh, you are a sight, Joy.” She said as she leaned in close and kissed my cheek.
I felt Noreen’s bosom press against my exaggerated, outcropped breasts when she leaned into me. Her warm kiss on my cheek was cooled by the air when she parted from me. I felt an unexpected and completely involuntary tingle of arousal run through my core when she looked into my eyes and increased ever so slightly the grip of her fingers on my corseted hip. I felt my face turn warm and realized I was in full blush as she watched me eyes-on-eyes.
“Pretty girl.” She whispered to me.
“Thank you.” I whispered nervously in return. I could have melted right at that moment as I looked into Noreen’s green eyes.
“Here we are then.” Helene’s voice came to us as she approached us holding a small flat box and a longer rectangular box in her arms as though they were gifts.
“Helene…could you provide a more private fitting for us?” Noreen asked sweetly.
“Certainly, Miss Grey. I’ll close up for a bit.” Helene answered and placed the boxes on top of a rack and darted to the store’s front towards the door. She flipped a sign over and dimmed the store lights. She made her way quickly back to us, picked up the boxes, and said, “This way, ladies.”
Helene led us to a side doorway, opened it, and flicked a light switch on the wall and motioned us into the confines of the side room. Upon entering, I saw that the room was a boudoir, with flocked wallpaper, a red velvet sofa, a vanity table with lighted mirror and a pile of cosmetic products, and a very large bed covered by a luxurious red satin comforter with a pile of assorted pillows in matching covers. “Pardon the mess.” Helene said (although there was no mess here at all. It was immaculate.)
“Let’s see what you chose, Helene.” Noreen said in her business-like tone again.
Helene took up the small box and opened it carefully, extracting one long, delicate, nylon stocking. “These are from a very good source in Britain, Ma’am.” She said as she displayed the stocking across her open palms.
“Yes, quite lovely.” Noreen judged the selection.
Then Helene opened the larger box and fussed with some tissue paper before showing us a gleaming, black, patent leather pump with ridiculously thin stiletto heels that gave the shoe a seemingly impossible angle. “From a very fine house in Italy, Ma’am.” Helene announced reverentially, showing the shoe to me as I stood wide-eyed.
“I knew you would not disappoint us, Helene.” Noreen said by way of approval.
Helene swept her arm towards a high-backed straight chair in the corner of the room. “Joy, if you please…?” She beckoned me to sit.
I walked casually to the chair and sat down with some care in the unyielding corset. I saw Noreen standing beyond us, watching intently.
Helene laid the two boxes on the floor, then crouched down before my seated position. From my chair perch, I could see the deep cleft of bosom contained within the woman’s corset as she sat on her haunches, extracting one of the delicate stockings. Helene gently clapped her hands and motioned for me to raise my naked foot to her. I felt self-conscious as I placed my bare foot in her lap. She expertly rolled the delicate nylon to the tip and began to softly work the gentle, shimmery material over my toes, up my instep, over the curve of my heel, and then carefully pulled it up my calf to the knee. I raised my leg so that she had access to my thigh and she pulled the stocking up to it’s full length which stopped just a few inches from my crotch. She repeated the careful exercise with my other foot and leg until both legs were swathed in shiny, barely-black nylon stockings.
“If you would stand, please, Miss.” Helene said quietly.
I did as instructed and Helene pulled one of the dangling garter straps from the corset to snap it onto the reinforced top of the hosiery. I turned around and she did the same with the back garter against my naked thigh. This same silent process was repeated on my other leg. I marveled at the delicious sensuality of the stockings on my legs and the way the tension of the garters against my bare thighs sent another involuntary bolt of excitement through my core. I looked up from my stockinged reverie and saw Noreen in the background with open mouth taking in a deep breath of air, then looking right into my eyes as she telepathically sent her message of approval to me.
“Milady looks very nice indeed, yes, Ma’am?” Helene asked over her shoulder at Noreen.
“Quite lovely, Helene.” Noreen replied softly.
Helene beckoned me to sit once again and she unwrapped both pumps. “How does she know my size?” I wondered, realizing she never asked me. But I raised my right foot and the woman placed the gleaming shoe on my stockinged foot with delicate hands. Somehow, I knew it would be a perfect fit and it was. Then the left shoe was as delicately placed upon my foot. I luxuriated in the strange sensation of the high angle of the heel and tried to wriggle my toes in the pointy end of the shoes with only minimal resistance. Without urging, I stood gingerly and was amazed to find that the rakish high-heeled stilettos were…yes, comfortable.
“Yes, very nice, Milady.” Helene said, glancing up at me as I stood before her.
I looked to Noreen. She was smiling with a wide, white-toothed smile at me and clapped her hands silently at my appearance. I looked down at Helene who was staring not at my face but into the bottom of my corset where my thighs were pressed together. I remembered suddenly that I had abandoned my panties back in the changing room. Looking down at Helene I was immediately humbled at the older woman’s fixated stare towards my naked sex barely covered by the stiff corset material.
“Noreen, I could hardly wear this under a dress at work.” I said with a slight disappointment as reality suddenly hit my distracted brain cells.
“You can and you will.” Noreen said simply.
“And these shoes are wonderful but…” I trailed off, glancing down at the two pointed tips of the stilettos. I tried walking in them but I was afraid of toppling over and halted after two footsteps.
Helene had arisen from her kneeling position and came up behind me. “It takes some practice but they are perfectly practical and rather stylish.” She said.
“Yes, very stylish.” Noreen nodded in assent. “Walk, Joy.” Noreen commanded quietly.
I glanced up from the floor and saw Noreen staring into my eyes. I took another tentative step, put my arms out at my sides for balance as though I was tightrope walking and gradually began to move somewhat awkwardly in the stilettos. When I had crossed the room, I turned and repeated the steps back to the small chair where Helene had shod me. I turned again and realized I was beaming a wide smile at my small triumph of traversing the room in the heels and stiff corset and stockings.
“There.” Noreen said simply.
“Very well done, Milady.” Helene said quietly with an inhalation. “And would Madame like to sample any fashions today?” The woman asked, turning back to Noreen.
“Perhaps. Help me with this, would you, dear?” Noreen asked of Helene, turning her back and presenting the long back zipper of her stylish navy business dress.
Helene stepped quickly to my new benefactress and slowly unhooked the hidden clasp at the top of the dress, then glided the zipper down Noreen’s spine to the bottom of her waist. Helene guided the navy material off Noreen’s torso and caught it before it hit the floor. Noreen stepped out of the drooping material and I was rewarded with a surprising sight: Noreen was wearing a black satin corset and nude thigh high stockings clipped to the corset garters. All three of us were now standing in the strange side-room boudoir in elaborate corsets, stockings and high-heeled stilettos.
“Noreen!” I exclaimed, staring wide-eyed at her. In her dress, Noreen was a stunning looking professional lady but in only the corset, she took on a mythic beauty. Ash blonde hair rested gently on her bare shoulders, her bosom cantilevered into a billowy cloud of soft, cleaved flesh, her waist nipped and hips flared in an hourglass shape, her legs long and glinting in the nylon hose, her ankles and feet perched and squeezed into the expensive leather pumps.
“You like your corset, Joy?” Noreen asked as she faced me. “Do you like mine?” She asked again, not waiting for an answer to her first question. “And Helene’s?”
I looked at both women in turn then nodded, smiling bashfully. “Yes. I do.” I laughed nervously.
Noreen approached me slowly. She stood facing me, no smile now. We looked into each other’s eyes. “Helene, I think that Miss Joy forgot her panties.” She said quietly. She lowered her hand to my corset’s hem and softly jabbed her index finger underneath into my wispy pubic area. “No panties.” She tsk-tsk’d, never taking her eyes off mine.
At Noreen’s touch – but moreso her fixed stare into my eyes – I felt the small electric course of arousal run through me again.
“My fault, Ma’am.” Helene said and approached us both. Turning her face to Noreen, Helene asked, “May I?”
“Yes, see for yourself.” Noreen answered.
Helene leaned over and reached her right hand below my corset. I felt her fingers touch my vagina. “Milady is without.” Helene said as she kept her fingers softly on my vaginal lips.
I lost my balance ever so slightly at the woman’s touch upon me and tottered towards Noreen in front of me. Noreen stopped my forward motion with a soft palm on my corset-clad tummy. My mind was racing, thinking of everything and nothing, but beginning to feel the immense sensation of sensuality as Helene’s fingers cupped my vagina and I stared wide-eyed into Noreen’s green orbs.
“Joy, honey, you aren’t wearing your panties.” Noreen barely whispered.
“Yes…no, I…took them off….” I stammered.
Helene looked up at Noreen. “It’s rather nice, Ma’am.” She said, letting her fingers play softly over my vagina.
“What say you, Joy?” Noreen asked.
“I guess I don’t mind so much.” I answered, feeling Helene’s fingers begin to gently caress my lips. But inside, I was feeling weaker by the millisecond.
Noreen glanced down at Helene and watched her arm moving ever so slightly as the older woman caressed my pussylips. “Does that please you, Joy?” She asked in a whisper.
“Yes.” I answered and gulped as I brought my thighs together to squeeze against Helene’s hand just as I felt one of her long fingers tentatively touch my insides.
“Would you let me kiss you, dear?” Noreen asked.
I felt Helene’s finger skirt my inner lips as I vocalized my answer. “Yes.” A pause. “Please.” I finished, feeling Helene’s finger searching for my clitoris.
Noreen moved forward ever so slightly and kissed my closed lips. When she leaned in closer, her lips against mine, I opened my mouth to accept her sensuous kiss. We shared an open-mouthed kiss, tongues tentatively circling each other’s and then I felt Helene’s finger hit my clitoris as Noreen and I french-kissed with more passion.
I moaned loudly as the older woman pressed my button and toyed with me as Noreen took me in her arms and kissed me like a real lover. Now there was no doubt in my soaring mind as I felt the sexual arousal course through me from Noreen’s hot kiss to Helene’s expert manipulation on my sex. I was orgasming.
“Fuck!” I cried as I buckled in Noreen’s arms.
“Oh, Milady!” Helene said with surprise as she finally let go of my clitoris while I sagged against Noreen’s shape.
Noreen held me up as I tried to regain composure. “Joy, we do not fuck here.” She said in proper tones. “We make love.”
I looked up as she held me, my knees bent and still leaning into her for support. “Then love me.” I said in a gush of air from my lungs as I grabbed Noreen’s waist for support.
“Help me get her to the bed.” Noreen commanded Helene.
I was being transported to the big bed by the two women and I felt my legs come apart as they pushed me onto the softness of the red satin-coated bed. I slid to the center and soon Noreen and Helene were laying on each side of me. Noreen leaned over to kiss me again. Helene once again got her hand beneath my corset to fondle my pussy. After a while of kissing and playing, the two older women leaned across my torso to exchange a rather heated kiss of their own.
Helene backed off from Noreen’s mouth. “May I Madame?” She asked in a rush of breath.
“Ask Joy.” Noreen answered.
“Milady, may I please taste you?” Helene asked on one elbow as I adjusted my gaze in her direction.
I looked at the shop-owner, who looked at me with pleading eyes and open lips. “Yes, please, Helene.” I answered quickly.
Helene maneuvered herself to the end of the bed and slowly brought her face to the hem of the stiff corset. She gently raised my thighs with cupped hands, giving her access to my naked sex. She advanced the final few inches and I saw her face disappear between my legs and below my line of sight in the corset. Then I felt her tongue begin a soft lapping circuit over my pussy.
“Ohh-hhh-hhh.” I trilled a vibrato as Helene began licking my vaginal lips and into the soft folds of my pussy.
Noreen leaned close to my ear, nibbled my lobe, and whispered, “Helene’s very experienced, dear. Enjoy.”
I did as Noreen suggested but how could I not. The shop-owner’s tongue was all over and inside my pussy. She teased my clitoris with her tongue-tip and alternated that quick touch with a generous swirl through my labia and a penetrating tongue inside my cunt. I could feel small rivulets of Helene’s spittle and my own juices coursing down to my anus. Noreen had begun kissing my neck and letting one hand gently rub across my corseted waist and cup the underside of one breast. I opened my legs wider and laid back on the pillows as I allowed Helene to work her magic on my wet sex. Noreen was necking me with warm passion and barely audible coos of encouragement as I tossed on the satin comforter and pushed my head into the pillow looking for relief from the onslaught of erotic torment.
When Helene’s tongue began a steady, insistent assault on my clitoris, I could feel the shiver of orgasm building inside me. Noreen sucked my neck just below my ear. I felt both the wet oral attention of Helene on my female sex and Noreen’s wet suction on my vulnerable jugular as I writhed in full-on sexual heat. Soon my head was silent-screaming with imminent release.
“Oh, sweet Mother…..!” I shouted, as I convulsed through a crashing orgasm as if I had jumped off a ten story building.
I was breathing heavily, my heart pounding, trying to get air into my corset-restricted chest. I opened my eyes to see Noreen leaning close to my face with wide eyes and a pretty smile for me.
“Hmmm, my sweet little Mall girl.” Noreen said quietly and kissed my cheek.
Helene had risen to sit on her haunches between my legs. She looked at me with soulful eyes. “Thank you, Milady.” She said.
I looked at Noreen, then back to Helene. “What…is…happening to me?” I said, laying my head back on a pillow and looked ceilingward.
“Relax, dear.” Noreen said, leaning in to kiss my lower lip. “There is much left to experience.” She gave me another small kiss. “Did you enjoy Helene’s attentions?” She asked me.
I turned my head towards Noreen giving her what I hoped was a look that said, “What do YOU think?” and laughed weakly. I looked down the bed to Helene and breathily said, “Thank you, Helene. It was awesome. As you could tell.”
“You’re most welcome, Milady Joy.” Helene answered with a closed lip smile and a soft bow of the head. “Ladies, may I get you anything?” Helene asked in an almost British-accented voice.
Noreen roused herself from my side and rising on one elbow answered, “Helene, yes, bring us my favorite.”
“Oh, yes, Madame. Very good.” Helene said, and removed herself from the bed and retreated to another hidden door and disappeared.
Noreen caressed my corseted tummy and smiled mischievously at me. I smiled back at her a bit perplexed.
Helene returned with a tray which she placed on the cosmetics vanity. Then she came to the bed and assisted Noreen to stand up. The older woman went behind my benefactress and began undoing Noreen’s corset, disrobing her. I watched with amazement as Noreen turned to me, out of her black corset now, her breasts fully exposed and (may I say) magnificent in their breadth and fullness. Helene gently removed Noreen’s panty and helped her step out of the small triangle. My new friend was now naked save for her nude thigh high stockings and the gleaming black stiletto heels. I quickly noticed that Noreen was smooth in front with the faintest hint of a tan line accenting her white-skinned vulva.
While I was ogling Noreen, Helene picked up the item she had retrieved minutes earlier. I thought it would be a cocktail glass. But what the shop-owner had in her hands was a large black dildo fixed into a series of leather straps. Noreen saw my surprise and merely nodded in the affirmative as I rolled to my side to watch the unfolding scene.
Helene knelt before Noreen and began circling the straps around the other woman’s naked waist, running the remaining straps between the thighs and buckled all the connections tightly about the naked flesh. She knelt back, looked up to Noreen’s face, and said, “Oh, yes, Madame, very nice indeed.”
Noreen stood and turned slightly in each direction as the gigantic black dildo jutted out from her center and quivered with each small movement. “Joy, dear, we will need your help.” Noreen said to me and beckoned with a short hand movement.
I sat on the edge of the bed not certain about this latest development but fascinated by the protruding and gently bobbing dildo attached to Noreen’s lower torso.
“Please, Miss.” Helene said quietly. “It’s rather….large.” And she began to bend over the end of the bed, her two hands planted on the soft comforter.
“Joy.” Noreen said quickly, nodding towards Helene’s bent haunches.
“Oh, yes…I…but I…Noreen…” I trailed off in uncertainty, understanding now what was expected of me.
Noreen seemed disappointed in my hesitancy. “Really, Joy. Surely you can return a favor in some small way.”
Helene looked at me with such longing in her eyes that I was deeply affected and suddenly felt a surge of excitement. I came off the bed and assumed a kneeling position behind Helene’s exposed vagina and luscious asscheeks. I tentatively put my tongue on the older woman’s labia and began slowly licking her pussy, hoping to replicate the great head she had given me earlier. Helene’s pussy was already somewhat damp from her excitement earlier and the anticipation of accepting Noreen’s gigantic dildo. She began a low moaning as I tongued her and bent slightly farther forward to open herself to me. Her scent filled my nostrils as I pushed my face into her box. It had been a long time since I had eaten a pussy during my college years but I was getting into it now, delighting in the texture of Helene’s swollen lips and the liquid center of her open vagina.
“Very nice, Joy.” Noreen said from above and behind me. “How is she doing, Helene?” She asked of my subject.
“Quite well, Madame. Ohhh.” Helene answered and sighed as I grazed my teeth softly on her outer lips.
Encouraged by Helene’s positive response to my initial tonguing, I pushed deeper into the older woman’s sex. I licked and nibbled at her pussy and let myself begin to get lost in the sensation of pleasing her. I finally found Helene’s clitoris buried deep in the folds of her labia. The woman exclaimed with a high sigh as I centered my tongue on her tiny bullet. She bent at the knees and let her cunt envelop my nose as I ate her aromatic pussy with my own sexual excitement beginning to overtake me. I remembered how Helene had eaten me earlier and I decided to give her the best I had to give. I gripped Helene’s stockinged thighs for greater leverage and lost all inhibitions as I devoured her moist vagina.
“Oh, Milady!” Helene yelped from above me as I assaulted her pussy with vigorous abandon.
“Eat that pussy, girl.” Noreen said in a soft growl as Helene and I communed with my mouth on her dripping snatch.
After a short while, I felt Noreen’s hand on the crown of my head. “Step aside, sweetie.” She said softly.
I did as told and retreated to kneel on my haunches as Noreen advanced to the bent opening betwen Helene’s thighs. The gigantic black dildo was bouncing wildly and Noreen reached a hand down to circle its girth at the base. She advanced a half step and placed the big black knob of the rubber phallus against Helene’s open sex.
Helene gasped loudly.
Noreen slowly let her torso fall forward and I watched the dildo make its entrance to the older woman’s cunt. With Helene’s low growl in the background, I watched as Noreen pushed her hips forward, forcing the dildo into her submissive friend’s waiting pussy. Without any protestation, Helene allowed the giant rubber intruder into her loins until Noreen’s hips were pushed against her generous asscheeks.
“Ohhhh-hhh, Madame. Yes. Thank you.” Helene exhaled the words on a hot breath of air that exited her lungs.
I knelt and watched as Noreen slowly penetrated Helene and then as slowly withdrew the huge black dildo, glistening now with the other woman’s juices. Just as the head of the large phallic object began to re-appear from the soft confines of Helene’s pussy, Noreen laid it into her again, pushing until their bodies touched. Then she bumped her hips gently against Helene’s ass and the dildo was in tightly.
Helene bucked and looked back over her shoulder at Noreen. Her mouth seemed like she wanted to say something but no sound came out. She simply froze and then slowly quivered her entire body with the huge dildo deep inside her. Noreen grabbed Helene’s hips and held herself in place as her subject began undulating herself against the invading phallus.
“Show me you want it, honey.” Noreen said in a low tone.
Helene kept up a rhythmic motion of scooching her pussy against Noreen’s hips and letting the dildo roll along her inner walls. “Unnnhhhh.” She began a low moan of ecstasy that made my skin go goose-pimply as I watched and listened to her enjoy the huge rubber cock.
Then Noreen retreated the dildo and stuffed it again into Helene’s pussy. With that, Noreen began fucking (perhaps I should say loving, as she preferred) the shop-owner. Again and again, she pushed the dildo in and brought it out, placing her palms on Helene’s bare ass for leverage as she pounded the daylights out of her partner.
I began to touch myself from my kneeling perch to the side of the two lovers. I was jilling myself with my thumb and forefinger and began to feel the building tension of orgasm.
Noreen glanced down at me and smiled with closed lips. “Stop playing with yourself and attend to Miss Helene.” She commanded simply.
I crawled close to the lovers and brought my left hand under Helene’s pussy and the piston-like strokes of the huge black dildo. I was able to get my fingers into the lower part of her pussy and soon found the small knob of her clitoris with my extended middle finger. I played with it as Helene squealed and made an unintelligible remark of joy at my attentions and the thrust of the dildo into and out of her sopping cunt.
“Madame, I am going to orgasm.” Helene said quickly between breaths while Noreen rocked her violently and I played with her magic button. “May I, please, Madame?” She asked in a louder, beseeching voice.
“Yes, dear, I would not deny you.” Noreen said as she continued to penetrate Helene’s sex.
I attacked Helene’s clitoris with a steady pressure and finger rotation.
“Ohhhhhhh, Madame, Milady……” Helene rose and collapsed again as her body shuddered and her voice screamed in ecstasy as she came and squirted a handful of pussy juice onto my busy hand.
Noreen withdrew the gleaming, juice-laden dildo from Helene’s center as the other woman made a wheezing sigh and went limp bent over the edge of the bed. I looked up at Noreen with wide eyes, unsmiling, but my amazement seemed to please my benefactress. She smiled and pointed the dildo head towards my face. Instinctively, I sucked the huge phallic knob and felt the warmth of Helene’s pussy and the taste of her juices coating the rubber on my tongue.
“Have you enjoyed your shopping today, Joy?” Noreen asked a bit saucily.
I nodded and gave the dildo another suck. “Yes, Noreen. It was a good day shopping.” I answered and fell to the floor laughing.
Eventually, I got up and helped Helene onto the bed where we cuddled as Noreen undid the dido harness and then joined us. Helene and I made room in the middle for Noreen. We three kissed and caressed in a relaxed manner without words for quite a while.
“There is still the evening, my dears.” Noreen said as she looked first at me and then at Helene.
“Yes, Madame.” Helene said quietly, reaching an arm across Noreen’s naked torso to touch my right breast.
“More?” I asked dreamily, sharing a meaningful look into Helene’s eyes, then giving Noreen a quick kiss on her cheek.
“I told you that we’d make a day of it, remember?” Noreen said to me, winking and smiling as she reclined her head to the bank of pillows.