Please be aware that every story, that I compose for your intended pleasure, is a complete work of fiction and has no relationship to anyone living or dead. Some small snippets are drawn from my own life and experience, but most scenarios are conjured to, hopefully, delight your senses. Princess and I, do not necessarily enjoy, condone, or have experienced, the things that happen, in my literary excursions. Mary Shelley would have found it very uncomfortable to have bits chopped off, so that she could have the knowledge to write Frankenstein! Enjoy the stories, and perhaps challenge your prejudices. They are intended to suit varied tastes and desires but they are not a suggestion to you. Vwiz.
Strange Meetings (Part 2) by VWiz
....... Within minutes, they reach her planned stop-off and she releases his hand as they enter the shop. Following behind her, and feeling slightly at a loose end, Joe eventually realises that she is heading for the lingerie section. As all men do, he glances around, with great disinterest, as she pores over various lacy and exotic items. Then, suddenly, she is gaining permission off an assistant and heading for the changing rooms with, what looks like, a strapless basque. When he doesn’t immediately follow, she beckons him with a finger and he sheepishly heads after her.
“Wait here for me. I want to know what you think, when I’ve put it on.” She instructs him, handing him her carrier and then, with a wink she disappears in to one of the two vacant cubicles.
Gazing at the ceiling, the carpet tiles, his shoes, and anything else but the cubicles, Joe patiently waits. Finally, at long last, he hears the metal rings of her curtain slide back and he dares to look across.
“Well?” She softly asks, as he stands almost dumbstruck and with a disturbing flutter in his jeans, taking in the sight of her in the semi-basque.
It perhaps wouldn’t have been so bad if she had kept her skirt on, but standing well back in the cubicle and sensibly holding the curtain to draw across again, if need be, she looks absolutely stunning in her white, skimpy, lacy G-string and tan, hold-up stockings.
“A-M-A-Z-I-N-G!” He mouths, without sound, then glances swiftly around before licking his top lip.
With a delighted smile, she takes a risk and releases the curtain, cupping her very impressive breasts in her hands and softly kneading them. Joe’s stiffening cock becomes increasingly trapped in his underwear and, with another, frightened, glance around, he adjusts himself so that it stands erect forming a ridge down the front of his jeans. With an ‘ooh-like’ purse of her lips, his teasing companion brushes her finger-tips over her hidden nipples, and then, throwing caution to the wind, she swiftly peels the supporting cups downwards, baring her luscious orbs to his gaze. However, their dangerous game is immediately thrown into confusion, with Joe quickly grasping the carrier with two hands, in front of his crotch, and his wicked tormentor hurriedly tugging her upper covering, back in to place. Their sudden panic is caused because a door, at the back of the shop, opens and a tall, dark-skinned woman strides out, between them. Quite offhandedly, she glances in to the open cubicle, where Joe’s are focused, and spies his companion reaching for the curtain, all too late.
“Wow! That white looks good on you, girl! As good as red does on me!” She gaily remarks, instantly halting her step; then she adds a surprising and provocative comment. “Don’t let me interrupt you, if you’re enjoying yourselves. You’re the only folks in here, so it seems a shame to stop your fun because of me.”
Looking flushed, relieved and then smiling at the unexpected compliment, Joe’s playmate releases the curtain and raises her hands behind her head. The encouraging smile on the woman’s face, coaxes her to do a little jiggle, that causes her breasts to ride precariously upwards in their supporting cups. “Thank you! I’m pleased you like it on me. And I promise you; we weren’t planning on doing anything…, anything too outrageous; not in your shop, anyway. It was just a little tease, for hubby and me.”
“I know you weren’t, honey. Don’t let it worry you. And your hubby was obviously standing guard for you.” The ebony lady assures her, with a soft, gravely voice that has hints of both American and Jamaican roots. Then she glances back at Joe, grinning as she drops her eyes to the bag he is holding, with both hands, in front of his jeans. “And I hope you were on guard, and standing fully to attention. Hehe!”
Joe blushes and is briefly lost for words at her brazen, yet very warm nature, but finally he conjures up a response, that he hopes isn’t too blatant. “I was…, kind of. But, not openly, I can assure you.” He amusedly confirms, resisting a temptation to draw the Riverboulder carrier to one side.
For a moment, the woman stands there smiling warmly, silently in thought, her eyes rising to Joe’s face, as if reading it. Then, seeming happy, she looks again at his playmate in the same studious way, causing her to drop her hands and stand more primly, with them hiding the front of her cotton G-string.
“There’s an even nicer, much lacier, basque and G-string that would look great on you, if you have the time for me to get it? And it’s also time Katy took a lunch-break, I think.” She suddenly and confusingly states, offering them both a grin, that is full of suggestion. “She most probably would enjoy staying, because she can be…, be just as playful as you two, in the right company, but I think…, I think we’d best see how things go first. I like the vibes I’m getting from you both. Be patient a moment, guys!”
With a purpose, she swings away, depositing the garments that she was bringing from the storeroom onto the nearest rack that blocks her straight stride. In the cubicle, Joe’s teasing partner raises her eyebrows in question and holds her opened hands out to the side, as if an answer might land on one. He, in response, shrugs his shoulders unknowingly, before looking to see what their new companion us up to. Although clothes and racks obscure his gaze a little, he is able to appreciate more, her loose, autumn-style dress and a hint of the body beneath it, as she cheerfully talks to the slightly younger woman, at the till. Their conversation seems very relaxed and mirthful, with the cuddly, middle-aged assistant glancing briefly at Joe and offering a friendly, but very knowing, smile. There is a whir, as the till is opened and closed, then the quite buxom lady heads towards the shop door, opening it and dropping out the night-latch as she turns, giving a wink and a kiss to her colleague, who appears to return the same.
As the door slams to, locking out any new customers, their new-found friend turns and smiles reassuringly to Joe. “I hope you two don’t think I’m taking a liberty here but I’d like it if you’d let me join in, a little, with the tease you’re both having?”
Joe’s eyebrows raise, in wonderment and delight, but he isn’t the only one who needs to make the choice, and he looks to the cubicle for agreement.
Holding the curtain across her barely-covered body, he sees his cuddlesome partner looking out towards the front of the shop. “Mmmm, that sounds very interesting! I’m game!” She gushes, but has the respect to also look across at Joe, with questioning eyes.
Feeling no longer obliged to hide his lust, he immediately turns back to the other beautiful woman, by the till, who is gracing his presence. “I’d be honoured too! I’m happy to remain standing to attention here, unless you have a need for me, at any point.”
Shuffling through the lingerie racks, she remains occupied and ignores him, for a short while, but then she makes her way to join them again, at the back of the shop, bringing with her some very lacy items, in virginal white and shocking red. Going first to Joe, she purposefully takes the carrier bag from him and drops it to the floor. With a wicked smile, that shows her gloriously white teeth, she rubs her free left hand over the growing bulge in the front of Joe’s jeans and offers him a suggestion. “Oh, I’m sure at least one of us will need you. It think it might be wiser, if you were to lie or kneel to attention, though, without your clothes. If we’re treating you to some hot eye-candy, then I think we’re entitled to see your naked appreciation of it, sweetheart. I’m Donna, by the way, and this little shop is my hobby and delight.”
“I’m Joe, and thank you for offering to join us, Donna.” He warmly responds, feeling his cock rapidly hardening beneath the caress of her very long and slender hand.
“You’re both very welcome, sweetheart!” She chirpily records, then turns her back on him and looks down the shop, her body guarding the movement of her left arm as she now grasps his denim covered erection and gently wanks him. “Wow! That’s some meat you have! I think you’d best unzip my dress for me; both my hands seem to be rather full, right now. Hehe!”
As Joe eagerly inspects the top of her thick dress, finding a hook and eye to release above her zip tag, Donna looks across to the changing cubicles.
“Don’t worry honey, you ain’t forgotten and I’ll get to you soon, too.” She starts to assure, but she and Joe note that they are being happily watched, by his waiting wife, for she has a naked breast in her left hand and the other is gently rubbing the front of her cotton G.
“I know I’m not forgotten, Donna.” She brightly smiles, then adds. “And I’m Sheila, by the way.” Teasingly she raises her right hand up, so that she can free both breasts from the thick cups of her basque, cupping and caressing them, as she watches Joe finally unzipping Donna’s dress. “It’s very arousing, just watching you two.”
“I think you’d better undo my bra as well, in that case, sweetheart.” Donna suggests to Joe, releasing his cock so that she can hold the front of her dress, concerned in case it falls and leaves her showing everything to people passing by. “I think Sheila can wait just a little longer for me and her basque.”
Not losing a moment, Joe swiftly undoes the clip that fastens the narrow strap of her black bra but he politely takes no further liberty, even though he would dearly love to run his hands over the lovely dark skin of her back.
“You are being very well behaved, Joe. Are you frightened to touch me?” Donna questions, looking back over her shoulder again, with a smile that fails to hide her concern.
“Possibly, Donna.” He honestly responds and then elaborates more. “I…, I am waiting to be invited, rather than do something that you wouldn’t welcome.”
“Bless you! You can touch me, Joe. Men don’t figure too much in my life, right now, but you’re not totally off the menu, sweetheart! Feeling you, in your denim pants, reminded me of some good times. Hehehe!” Donna swiftly and humorously assuages him, but offers him some guidance and a treat. “My hands are still quite tied up, Joe, so you can pull off my G too, if you like, sweetheart. As long as you don’t start trying poke that lovely monster in your jeans anywhere, unless I tell you, then I’m happy for you to roam a little.”
Kneeling down, Joe reaches up under the flowery material of the dress in front of him, but they are both distracted as Sheila’s voice breaks in to their play. “Would you like my juicy ones, to wrap around your cock, Joe?” She interrupts, causing them to look at her as she throws her balled-up underwear across, to land on his knees. Both of them realise that she has, perhaps, begun to feel a little left out. However, she seems to instantly regret her interjection though, for she provocatively blusters, with a nervous grin. “But you’d better make sure that…, that Donna’s are just as juicy, before you pull them down, and add them to your cock.” ...........
..... To be continued .....