Loading...Mastrom’s was Blythe’s favorite department store. Catering to an upscale clientele, they carried the latest in high quality fashion in a wide variety of styles. They took pride in their hands-on and solicitous customer service. After a shopping excursion, Blythe often left the store fully satisfied and upbeat.
Today, she was looking for a few items to add to her summer wardrobe. Her cotton, floral sundress with wide shoulder straps and a low cut neckline revealed a hint of cleavage. It was very comfortable and in a style she favored. While she didn’t want to get in a fashion rut, Blythe wanted to demonstrate to the sales staff the type of look she was seeking and one that usually flattered her body type.
Her long neck was accented by her recent short hair cut for the summer. Combined with the low bodice and the above the knee hemline, this exposed a lot of skin. It put her in a youthful frame of mind and the bounce in her step created an eye-catching swing to her body and dress. The thought that she could still turn a few heads was great for her ego. She put an extra sway in her walk without being so blatant that her husband, Kabron, would think she was being flirtatious.
Riding the escalator to the third floor, Blythe scanned the mannequins displaying the featured items. She got a small rush when a couple items caught her interest. It was usually a good sign that there’d be a lot for her to explore.
With Kabron trailing behind, Blythe did a quick sweep through the floor to get a flavor for the season’s merchandise. Along the way, she picked up a couple of outfits for her initial scrutiny. As usual, Kabron was quickly bored. Typically, after a short period, he would leave for the mall bookstore, while she finished shopping. This freed Blythe to take her time and get lost in the pleasures of trying on as many items as she desired.
Before he left, she liked to ask Kabron his opinion. He had little interest and rarely had anything of substance to add. However, occasionally, he would explicitly express a dislike of an item or convey the same opinion through his body language. In any case, she wanted to have him feel involved, especially, when the expenditures could be quite pricey.
“Darling, let me pop in and try these on. I’d like to hear what you think.” Blythe said over her shoulder as she headed for the dressing rooms.
“They look lovely.” Kabron said in reply. He knew his role in this interchange and didn’t want to pretend that he had any expertise in the matter. In fact, he believed his wife looked great in almost everything she wore.
Blythe chuckled, “Wise guy. You’re supposed to wait until I try them on, dear.”
There were plenty of well-appointed dressing rooms. Mastrom’s kept them clean and quickly removed the unpurchased clothes left by patrons. Each room had large front and back mirrors, a padded bench and lots of clothing hooks. She picked one toward the back. Light rock instrumental music played gently in the background and there was an attractive fragrance in the air. Blythe was shrewd enough to realize these amenities were all carefully researched and designed to increase the likelihood of purchases. That was fine with her. She liked the touches of elegance and it put her in a more relaxed frame of mind.
Hanging up the items she’d brought in, Blythe kicked off her sandals and slipped out of her dress. After placing it on a hanger, she paused for a quick glance in the mirror. While few women are completely happy with their bodies, she was generally pleased. She’d only gained one dress size in the ten years since school and she was still shapely in all the right places. Running her hands across the hi-cut, lavender hip huggers, the feel of the tight muscles made the time spent in the gym worthwhile. The matching lace-trimmed bra complemented her bust line with appropriate lift.
Not wanting to keep Kabron waiting too long, she quickly tried several items. A couple were easily rejected either because the size wasn’t right or it didn’t look as good on her as it did on the hanger. The third dress had more appeal. It was a stylish black on white print with thin straps that had a nice cut and a flattering drape.
Blythe went to model it for Kabron. He was leaning against a wall with his arms folded and a bored expression. Blythe did a twirl for his inspection. “What do you think?”
“That’s very pretty. You know I love you in black.” He said with a nod of appreciation.
“I know you do, dear. If you had your way, black would be most of my wardrobe.”
Smiling his agreement, Kabron added, “Well, it does look great on you.”
“I’m going to browse a few more items and see if I can get some help from a sales associate.” Blythe said.
That was the signal that Kabron was free to go. “I think I’ll check out some books and get a coffee.”
“OK. I won’t be too long.”
“Yah.”
“Before you go, could you help me carry a few things back to the dressing room?” Blythe asked.
With a sharp eye and moving like a seasoned pro, she soon had selected almost a dozen sundresses or skirt and blouse combinations. Kabron transported them back to the changing rooms and handed the pile to his wife. He marveled silently over her definition of “a few items” and her concept of time that allowed her to believe that she wouldn’t “be too long”.
As he prepared to leave, Kabron said, “Have fun.”
Blythe leaned in and gave him a peck on the cheek. “I’ll have a ball. See you in awhile.” Then, she turned and entered the dressing room to get down to the pleasure of trying all the new things.
Kabron watched her until she disappeared. He appreciated both her svelte appearance and the joy in life that was evident in her effervescent movement. Blythe’s upbeat nature and free spirit had originally attracted him, and it was still one of her best characteristics.
He walked toward the escalator and rode it down to the second floor that opened into the rest of the mall. Before leaving the store, Kabron stopped to examine a few ties and tried to picture what he had at home.
Upstairs, Blythe added her new selections to those already in the dressing room. She did a quick sort to group them according to the styles she had in mind for different activities. It included hanging a few sundresses together with the one she’d worn for easier comparison to help in the later winnowing process.
Stripping off the black and white dress, she hung it on the wall with the thought that it would be one of the finalists. The next dress she picked to try on was one that she had some doubts about because it was the shortest and most revealing of the lot. Stepping into it, Blythe shimmied and pulled it up her body. After tying the straps behind her neck, she smoothed and adjusted the fabric.
Turning to the mirror, her first look confirmed her suspicions. It was much more revealing than her typical picks. The hem of the light material wafted around her legs and settled at mid-thigh. The low cut top and empire waist accented her breasts. Looking over her shoulder, Blythe saw that it dipped deeply and left most of her back uncovered. Nonetheless, she liked the blue batik print and the sexy ambience. She couldn’t decide if it was appropriately racy, or if it crossed the line into risqué.
As she was turning back and forth to check all the different angles, the lights suddenly went out. Startled, Blythe quickly inhaled. The unlit changing area was pitch black. She stood there motionless. After a few seconds, she felt for the wall, made her way to the bench, and sat to wait for the lights to come back on.
Downstairs, Kabron was about to leave when the lights went out. The second floor was dim, but some light from the mall was filtering in. Mastrom’s appeared to be the only store affected. Several minutes later, store security personnel passed the word that they were working to restore power. In the interim, they directed shoppers to make their way to the mall.
Concerned about Blythe, Kabron thought about heading back to the dressing room. However, looking to the third floor, it was even darker. He approached a well-dressed and official looking woman standing next to the escalator.
“Excuse me ma’am. My wife’s in the dressing room upstairs. Will there be someone up there who will help her in the dark?”
Pausing a moment before answering, she said, “I’m sure there will be.”
Kabron’s face flashed a skeptical expression as he considered stumbling into the dark.
The woman read his expression and said, “Don’t worry. This has happened before. The lights usually aren’t off for long. You head outside. I’ll go take care of your wife.”
“In the dark?”
Reaching into her purse, she extracted a small penlight attached to her keychain, ” ‘Be prepared.’ Go ahead now, we’ll be fine.”
“Are you sure? Would you like me to come?”
“No, don’t bother. We can’t have you groping around in the dark in the ladies changing room, can we?”
Smiling, Kabron said, “I guess not. I really appreciate this.”
As she started up the stairs, she turned and asked, “What’s her name?”
“Blythe.”
“Pretty.” She disappeared into the third floor guided by the small beam of her flashlight.
Giving a mental shrug to indicate he’d done all he could, Kabron joined the last stragglers heading for the mall. Outside, he turned toward the bookstore confidant that the outage would be short-lived and that he’d left Blythe in good hands.
Since the lights hadn’t returned, Blythe considered leaving the changing room and trying to make her way to an exit. However, she wasn’t eager to wander in the dark, especially, when she wasn’t even in her own clothes.
Just then she heard someone approaching. Surprisingly, she felt a mix of emotion. Relief that someone else was in the store and might help her. Concern that she was very vulnerable alone in the dark with a stranger. “”Hello, is someone there?”
“Yes. Is that you Blythe?” a woman’s voice replied.
“I’m down here at the end.” Blythe answered; surprised the person knew her name.
A dim light appeared on the floor beneath the changing room door. “Your husband was concerned. He asked me to check on you.”
“Thank you.” Assisted by the low light, Blythe rose and slipped the lock. Opening the door, Blythe saw the outline of a woman who appeared to be about her about her age and height. She was dressed in a tailored jacket and matching skirt that looked to be in a light grey. Her dark hair was curled and pulled softly up.
The woman turned the light toward the ceiling so it illuminated their faces and they could see each other better. With a warm smile, she extended her hand, “Nice to meet you Blythe. I’m Joy.”
Taking her hand, Blythe said, “Hello, Joy. Thanks again for coming. I was beginning to get a little worried.”
Turning the flashlight off, Joy said, “Wow. I can see why. It’s really dark in here.” Switching the light back on, Joy entered the cubicle. “Would you like to walk downstairs or just wait here a few minutes? These things usually don’t last too long.”
Blythe’s first notion was to leave, but she didn’t want to abandon all the clothes she’d chosen without trying them on. She deferred to Joy that her store would restore power in short order. “I’ll trust your judgment and wait.” she replied. “Besides, I can’t walk out without paying.” She added pointing to the tag on the dress she had on.
“Yah, we can’t have that. That is a pretty dress. It looks good on you.” Joy commented. She reached out and felt the fabric. “Ahhh. And it’s beautiful material.”
“Thank you. I was worried it might be too short.” Blythe said as she looked down and examined the length again.
Holding the flashlight on the dress for a better view, Joy said, “Turn around, let me see.”
Blythe executed a slow pirouette as Joy watched with a seasoned eye. “See, it’s very revealing.” Almost convincing herself not to get it.
“It’s perfect and sexy.” Joy announced. “You’ve got a beautiful body and you’re too young to start being conservative.”
“You think?” Blythe asked while checking herself in the dim mirror.
“Absolutely. You’ve got gorgeous legs and perky breasts. It highlights all your assets.” Joy set the flashlight on the bench and smoothed the material across Blythe’s shoulders and chest. “See.”
Blythe loved the ego stroking and actually got a quick thrill when Joy’s hand brushed her breasts.
Standing behind Blythe with her hands on her shoulders, Joy added, “With all the skin revealed, you’ll get a great tan. Plus, all the guys will be staring.”
Blythe laughed and said, “You’re wicked. I’m a married woman.”
Joy joined in the laughter, “Married doesn’t mean you’re dead. We all enjoy the excitement of a little flirtation.”
“True, true.” Blythe nodded. Swaying back and forth and looking at her reflection. “You’ve convinced me. I think I’m going to take it. You’re a good salesperson.”
Flashing a mischievous smile, Joy said. “I’m here to please. How about some of these others? Have you tried them on yet?”
The questions brought Blythe back to the reality of the lights still being out. She’d gotten so relaxed with Joy and the modeling; she’d forgotten how dark it was. Indicating to Joy the lack of lights. “Do you think we should?”
“If this flashlight is enough for you to see, why waste time? Besides, it’s a little fun in the dark.”
“You know, you’re right. It is kinda cozy and exciting in here. I’m enjoying this and I like you’re fashion taste. Let’s try some more.” Joy started to slip out of the dress.
“Let me help you with that.” Joy helped pull the dress down as Blythe stepped out. After replacing it on a hanger, Joy turned. Blythe was standing in panties and bra examining some of the other dresses. She enjoyed the view for a few moments, then commented, “You were kidding me, girl. Saying you thought this dress might be too saucy for you and all the time wearing sexy lingerie like that.”
Blythe turned, looked at her lacy underwear, felt self-conscious and blushed. “I just…uhh…I mean…” she stammered.
“Don’t be shy. I always say, if you got, it enjoy it. Besides, purple is my favorite color.”
Ordinarily, Blythe might be offended by such a forward comment by a sales associate. But Joy said it with such sincerity, that it seemed like a compliment coming from an old friend. “I guess that some spice in life is nice.”
“That’s the attitude.” Joy agreed. “It’s getting warm without the AC. Do you mind if I get comfortable?”
“Not at all. Go right ahead.”
Joy slipped off her jacket. The neck of her blouse was open, but she unhooked another button and fanned her neck to circulate the air. “That’s better. Now we can get down to business.”
They both turned back to the clothes and Joy helped Blythe try several outfits. She endorsed Blythe’s opinion that the black and white dress was definitely a keeper.
They hit it off and established an easy rapport. Chatting about the clothes, it was clear they had similar tastes. Blythe appreciated having a fashion expert provide advice and perspective. They joked about ones they agreed were unattractive and gushed over those that were especially appealing. Joy found one brightly colored dress particularly attractive.
“If you like it, you should try it.” Blythe suggested. “I think we’re about the same size.”
Joy hesitated, “I shouldn’t. I came here to help you.”
“Oh go ahead. It’s just us girls in the dark.” Blythe urged. “Besides,” gesturing to her lingerie clad body, “you’ve seen me in my undies. It’s only fair.”
Joy paused, looked into Blythe’s eyes, then nodded her head and undid her blouse. Removing it, she revealed a bright red, low cut bra. Blythe noticed that Joy’s breasts were larger than hers and that Joy’s nipples were clearly visible through the sheer material. Unzipping her skirt, she let it drop to the ground. As Joy bent to pick it up, Blythe was surprised to see a garter belt and stockings rather than pantyhose. Also, as she bent, Joy’s behind was aimed right at Blythe and her two well-rounded globes glazed Blythe’s leg.
At first, Blythe thought Joy was without panties and then saw the thin thong string nestled in her crack. As Joy straightened and folded her skirt, Blythe continued to stare at her back and buttocks. She felt suddenly aware of the small confines of the room and the close proximity of their half-naked bodies.
When Joy turned, she sensed Blythe’s eyes on her body, but pretended to ignore it. Instead, she reached for the dress on the bench and intentionally brushed her arm against Blythe’s stomach in the process. The contact with the smooth skin gave her a pleasant tingle.
Blythe sucked in her belly from the unexpected contact. It compounded her nervous excitement. Since she didn’t want to reveal her discomfit, she made a light comment, “You were joking about my undies and look at that sexy set.”
Rubbing her palm across her bra, Joy said, “I told you I believe in dressing sexy. And these bring out the woman in me.” Joy slowly let the back of her hand trace down her side, along the garter belt and across the front of her thong.
Blythe got the sense that Joy was almost being flirtatious, but couldn’t help her eyes from following Joy’s hand. She licked her dry lips and saw that the thong was a matching red to the bra. Even in the dim glow of the flashlight, she could tell the small patch of lace was nearly transparent. As Joy fiddled with the dress, Blythe’s eyes remained fixed on the front of the thong.
Noticing the attention, Joy set the dress aside and said, “You should wear a thong like this, Blythe. You’ve got the body for it.”
“I…I don’t have any.” She stammered and felt silly for doing so. Trying to regain her composure and maintain a normal conversation, Blythe asked, “Do you always wear a garter belt? I didn’t think many people did these days.”
“I have tons of garter belts.” Joy answered in a soft purr. “I like to wear them whenever I want some stimulation or hope to get some action.” Then she added with a laugh, “So, I guess I wear them a lot. Don’t you have any of these either, sweetie?”
Blythe looked up and into Joy’s smiling eyes. “No…no.” Blythe said with a little tightness in her throat. She mentally chastised herself for showing nervousness. She prided herself on being sexy, experienced and adventurous. Yes, she was unexpectedly semi-naked, in the dark, in a semi-public place, with a semi-naked stranger. Nonetheless, she didn’t like feeling as if she were an anxious schoolgirl. Blythe determined to relax and enjoy what was certain to be a brief and frivolous verbal flirt. She cleared her throat and spoke with more confidence, “I like to dress as sexy as the next woman, but I always assumed those were uncomfortable.” To accent the liberated attitude she wanted to project, Blythe ran her fingers across her own sexy bra and flashed a salacious grin.
“I can see you know how to do sexy.” Then, stepping closer, Joy reached up with her left hand and lightly stroked the soft material on Blythe’s breast. “This not only looks fabulous on you, but the material feels wonderful. I bet it caresses your boobs with every move.”
Despite her decision to project confidence, Blythe was stunned by the deliberately seductive touch. She assumed Joy was simply being lightly playful. Still, it was the first time since college that she’d had such an erotic physical contact with another female. The soft hand on her bra brought back a wave of pleasant memories. A smile mixed with the expression of surprise and arousal on her face.
When she’d volunteered to be Good Samaritan, Joy hadn’t expected events to evolve this way. However, she was always open to opportunities and eager to push the envelope to see if something interesting might develop. Sensing there was no resistance, she pressed on before Blythe had a chance to think better of the situation. Leaving her left hand gently on the breast, her right hand took hold of Blythe’s right hand fingers.
“Here, feel for yourself. The garter is incredibly comfortable.” Joy whispered. She placed Blythe’s hand on the garter and slid it along the frilly cloth of the belt. “Besides, I like that it just feels naughty. I love people’s reaction. Like when you first saw it. They know that I take sex seriously and that I’m open to having fun.”
As her hand was guided back and forth on the garter and Joy’s warm skin, Blythe’s mind was chaotic. The foreplay-like touching was triggering a wave of pleasurable reactions. Still, the abnormal situation was adding an anxiety that created butterflies.
Almost unconsciously, Blythe looked around, as if to remind herself they were alone. The pseudo-darkness, and the lack of noise of other people, was reassuring. As she thought about it, it was actually more than a little stimulating. Alone. In the dark. In a public place. In intimate proximity with a beautiful woman in barely concealing lingerie who was showing signs of sexual attraction. She had to acknowledge that it was a turn on. Nonetheless, Blythe was still torn with indecision between thoughts of whether to stop before things got out of control; and physical signals to follow the pleasure and proceed. Paralyzed while having this internal debate, she let Joy continue.
“See, doesn’t that feel nice?” Joy asked rhetorically. “When I’m wearing a garter belt and stockings, I get a little massage at each step with the garters moving the stocking.” Leaning in to Blythe’s ear, she added, “To tell you the truth, if I think about it, the feeling is almost like mini-masturbation.” She accented the sensual message with a light squeeze of Blythe’s breast.
The warm breath on her ear, the thrill in her boob and the erotic description rolled through Blythe’s libido. Her arousal increased and she leaned into Joy’s body. More of their skin touched and created a feedback of delightful feeling. Blythe murmured, “You smell wonderful.”
Joy moved her head so their temples touched and their hair entwined. Confident now that Blythe was a willing partner, the apprehensive stress in her body decreased to be replaced with a deeper sexual tension. She released Blythe’s hand and moved to stroke the back of her head.
Blythe responded by moving her freed hand along Joy’s waist and onto her bare behind. She also brought up her other hand to the red covered breast. It felt warm, taut and tactile in her palm. She mirrored Joy’s light pressure. In a slow-motion dance, they moved against each other as their hands did exploratory fondling. For silent moments, they swayed and let their flesh enjoy the warm and warming friction.
Up to this point, Blythe had been a follower reacting to Joy’s tentative advances. Now, she gave into the dormant feelings of youthful abandon and willing exploration. She decided to initiate the next step. Turning her head, she placed a light kiss on Joy’s ear and playfully flicked it with her tongue. When Joy responded with a pleased sigh, Blythe softly said, “This reminds me of when my best friend and I got tipsy and made out in a movie theater.”
Tracing her fingertips along the back trim of Blythe’s panties, Joy said, “You wicked girl. Was it exciting?”
“Incredibly.”
“I can see why. You’re exciting me.”
The comment made Blythe more conscious of her own physical arousal: excitement perspiration, heightened sensitivity of her skin, and a touch of warm moisture between her legs. She liked the concept that someone thought of her as ‘wicked’. Blythe had slowly been lulled into this situation without much thought. Now, she felt a rush of lust and was aware that the lights could come back on at any time and end the romp. She decided to go as far as possible to satisfy her desire and to escalate the game. Looking into Joy’s eyes, she said, “You are one sexy woman.”
As Joy began to purr “Thank you”. Blythe cut her off with a firm kiss on the lips.
Joy answered eagerly. She reached behind Blythe’s back and pulled her close in a tight hug. As their heads twisted in a lingering kiss, their breasts and stomachs crushed together in sensuous gyrations.
Not breaking off the kiss, Blythe reached for the hooks on the back of Joy’s bra and quickly released them. Joy leaned back to allow the bra to slip off her shoulders releasing her heaving breasts. When the flimsy item dropped to the floor, Joy nimbly unclasped the front of Blythe’s purple bra and removed it.
They stood for a moment admiring the other’s erect nipples. Even in the dim light, they could see each other’s lustful smiles and the wanton look in their partner’s eyes. Blythe said, “This is scary fun.”
Joy nodded in agreement. Having confirmed their mutual hunger, they kissed again. This time their tongues started a playful dance.
With rising excitement, their bosoms caressed in a tingling rumba. The pace of their groping hands accelerated. Joy slipped her fingers inside the back of Blythe’s panties and caressed the smooth skin. In response, Blythe hooked her thumbs in the strap of the red thong and gave it some teasing tugs that applied increased pressure to Joy’s vulva.
Both women felt the increased heat. When Joy brazenly slid her hand around to the front and cupped Blythe’s pubic hair, Blythe experienced an intense hedonic thrill and a weakness in the knees. As Joy’s palm began a circular motion, Blythe began to rock in unison and dropped her head to Joy’s shoulder. The dim, boudoir-like light flattered Joy’s naked body. The reflection in the mirror highlighted the fleshy curves and attractive nooks. These visual sensations complimented the tactual.
Wanting to give as good as she got, Blythe bent forward and licked the large aroused nipple and started to suck Joy’s inviting tit. This ardor extended as the women enjoyed the thrilling warmth of satisfying affection.
As they swirled in a womanly embrace, Blythe was conscious that she was accentuating her feminine mannerisms. The tilt of her neck. The shift of her hips. A lightness in her fingertip touch. A barely audible giggle.
Not those practiced enticements a woman uses when trying to consciously seduce a man. Rather, the more subtle and naturally girly motions that are part of being relaxed in your sensual essence. It was partly due to her desire to highlight her female attributes to her distaff playmate. But, it seemed as much a result of being in the arms of another sexy being of the same gender. A benefit of a mutual, comfortable understanding of all things womanly.
Joy was deliciously overwhelmed by the wave of sensations. Her hand rubbing the warm vagina, the playful sucking on her breast, the smell of perfume and passion, and the sensuous massage of Blythe’s hands. She felt the tide of her orgiastic fervor begin to build. With her free hand, she moved to tug off her thong.
Blythe pick-up on the signal and knelt to work the thong down her collaborator’s legs. Once Joy stepped out, Blythe erotically stroked back up the stocking encased legs. As her hands reached Joy’s thighs, Blythe was eye level with the neatly trimmed patch of dark hair. The lush aroma was inviting. She leaned in. Glancing up between Joy’s breasts, she teasingly extended and flicked her tongue.
Joy gave a look of mock surprise, and then arched her eyebrow in an ‘I dare you’ expression.
Needing no further incentive than the silent challenge, Blythe licked the length of Joy’s slit. Without pausing, she grabbed Joy’s butt and nuzzled fully into the sweet cunt with exuberance. Blythe hadn’t felt such reckless sexual freedom in months.
Joy was pushed back against the wall by the force of her confidant’s gusto and the electric heat of her own reaction. Running her hands through Blythe’s short blonde hair, Joy closed her eyes, stretched her head up and breathed deeply. She was surprised by the energy and cunnilingus expertise Blythe was applying to her receptive panocha.
As her head rocked forward to work Joy’s swollen labia, Blythe moved her body in unison. The combination of her thighs tightly pressed in a kneeling position and the gentle motion worked to fondle her own cunt and dampened her panties.
Their sexual experience and knowledge of female physical and psychic needs were enhancing the quality of their lovemaking in a manner that would have been rare in a first encounter with a male partner. Joy could feel her orgasm building. She wanted to be face to face when it hit. With a slight gesture, she signaled Blythe to shift position. As Blythe moved back, Joy grabbed the pile of clothes and swept them to the floor. Shifting to her knees, she spread them into a pillowy nest. Stealing a quick kiss on the lips, Joy pressed her paramour back onto the colorful, makeshift bed.
With Blythe situated, Joy leaned forward and positioned herself between the waiting thighs. Capable of no further delay, she reached for Blythe’s lavender panties and gave them a pull. Blythe lifted her behind and her last vestige of clothing was removed.
Joy had lost none of her passion in the quick shift. Now she plunged forward to consummate the tryst. Spreading herself across Blythe’s bare body, she began a fervent agitation. They joined as one from lips to tits to love boxes to legs. Joy set the pace and Blythe matched her movements. Each settled into maximizing their pleasure and thereby enhanced the other’s.
The sweaty bodies found a comfortable rhythm and their clitorises responded with a building excitement. The force from each thrust made Blythe squeal softly with delight. Her head was swimming with the combined raptures of this illicit indulgence and she was nearing climax. With that recognition, she hugged Joy even closer with arms and legs. “Yes. That’s good. I’m close. Joy. Joy!”
Joy was panting heavily and was pleased to hear that Blythe was as heated as she was. She stepped it up a final notch and ground their vaginas together in a delectable and juicy cauldron.
Blythe bit her lip and slapped the floor. As the orgasm hit, she moaned out a long, low “Gaawwwdddd!!!”
Joy was only seconds away. Feeling the body spasm beneath her, she made a few quick thrusts right on her hot spot. It did the trick as her body peaked and the involuntary warmth and buzz spread from her pelvis.
Tightly entwined and awash in waves of animalistic euphoria, the women slowed their thrashing. However, they continued their coupled hugs to stretch out the orgasmic feelings.
Eventually, their grips slackened and they relaxed into a looser embrace. Their faces wore that unique post-coital expression of being totally spent, combined with the silly smile of the well-gratified.
Joy rolled off and stared at the ceiling as she caught her breath. “That was something else, my friend.”
Enjoying the glow, Blythe turned her head and replied, “I must say, this is the best customer service I’ve ever had.” Then, her giggles rippled off the walls.
Joining in, Joy said, “This is my best day in the store as well.”
Enjoying some light touching, both were startled when the light overhead flicked a few times and turned on. In unison, they shot up to a sitting position and looked at each other. Their faces shared a look of surprise mixed with horror, as if appreciating their nakedness and public vulnerability for the first time. But, their expressions quickly shifted to one of mischief and they laughed again in shared camaraderie.
The public address system explained the cause of the electrical problem and apologized for the inconvenience. Only partially listening, both women scrambled to gather their clothes and get dressed, concerned that security or other store employees would catch them unduly exposed, even for a changing room. Neither wanted to attempt that awkward explanation in their disheveled state.
Blythe sorted through the pile of clothes searching for her lost panties and bra. To avoid tripping, she tried to bring some order to the mass of clothes that had cushioned them and now contained their scent.
The tight quarters and the rush had them bumping in a genial and confused fashion. Their shared intimacy had created a quick bond and they interacted like old friends.
Joy was dressed first. She brushed her hair and adjusted her lipstick in the mirror. Finished, she said, “We probably shouldn’t go out at the same time. I’ll go first and make sure the coast is clear.” Looking Blythe in the eyes, she complimented, “You are one hot babe. Thank you for a luscious, luscious time.”
“Completely my pleasure. You reminded me of the woman in me.”
Touching Blythe’s cheek, Joy initiated a tender kiss. When their lips parted, she opened the door, looked out, gave a little wave and left.
Blythe stood a few seconds savoring the taste of Joy’s lips. Then she finished dressing and gathered her things. One of the blessings of a short hair style was that with a few shakes, it was fine. Feeling she’d given Joy enough of a lead, Blythe grabbed both the black and white dress Kabron had liked and the short blue batik print. She was already envisioning the blue mini-dress as a physical memento of this adventure.
She took a deep breath to compose herself and exited the dressing room.
Blythe expected Kabron to show up at any moment. Now that the risk of discovery was safely over, and before he arrived, she planned to use the opportunity of Joy ringing up her purchase to exchange contact information.
Approaching the cash register, she didn’t see Joy. The clerk smiled and said, “My, you’re a quick shopper now that the power is back on.”
“Yes. Joy helped me. Is she around?”
The woman made a quizzical expression. “I don’t believe there is anyone here by that name.”
Undeterred, Blythe said, “She’s my height and size. Dark hair. Wearing a grey suit.”
“I’m sure no one like that works in the woman’s department. And, I’ve been here a long time. I’m pretty certain there are no Joy’s working in the store.”
Now it was Blythe’s turn to look quizzical.
Trying to be helpful, the clerk said, “You know, I did see someone leaving the department a few minutes ago that looked like that. But, she definitely doesn’t work here.” Pausing with a look of concern, she continued, “Is everything alright? Would you like me to call security?”
Still puzzled, Blythe shook her head and smiled, “No, no. I’m probably confused and have the name wrong.” Handing her a charge card from an outside pocket of her handbag, she added, “Why don’t you just ring up these?”
As she left the department, she took the long way and scanned to no avail for her newfound bosom buddy. She felt a twinge of disappointment. But, she decided she wasn’t going to let anything spoil the high she was on from having such unexpected and great sex with a beautiful stranger. The fact Joy was not the sales associate she’d assumed, but a mystery woman, added a new dimension to the experience.
As Blythe reached the stairs, Kabron was coming up.
“There you are.” he said. “I’m sorry. I assumed the lights came on a while ago. I just found out it was a long time.”
“It’s not a problem, dear. The woman you sent took care of me.”
“Are you sure, you look a little flushed.” he said with concern in his voice as he took the package from her hand.
“I’m fine. The changing room was just a little hot.” Blythe improvised. “It was actually one of the better shopping days I’ve had.”
Noting that there were only two dresses, Kabron said with a shrug, “But you barely bought anything. I’ll never understand women.”
Blythe responded by giving him a smile and a kiss. She mentally agreed that her husband, like most men, would never fully understand women.
Walking through the mall to their car, Blythe scanned for Joy, but with little expectation of seeing her. Her thoughts turned to another thing that men often didn’t understand: that good sex always made her feel sexy and want more sex. Kabron was in for a workout tonight.
At the car, she opened her handbag to retrieve the keys and her hand brushed against something unexpected. Looking inside, she saw Joy’s red thong.
Blythe was touched at Joy’s thoughtful keepsake from their fornication. She handed the keys to Kabron. She decided to wear the thong tonight and give him an extra treat. Stoked by the steamy memories, it would be a double treat for her.