Dressing Room Rendezvous - Janelle & Kelly - Sex Stories

Dressing Room Rendezvous - Janelle & Kelly

I'm in the mall, waiting for my friend to arrive. I've got about an hour to wait yet. I wander into a lovely little up-scale lingerie shop. They always have such pretty things. I'm looking at the shoes when I notice her. She's tall. Slender. I'm guessing late thirties or early forties. She's wearing a summery floral print knee-length dress. I can tell it is expensive just by the look. Strappy open-toe sandals. White stockings with a floral pattern woven into them. Definitely not department store nylons. Her jewelry, though understated, is clearly first-class. Her hair, make-up and nails look like she's just been in the salon. I smile to her. She smiles back and walks right over. What could she want with me? I'm certainly in no position to giveher fashion advice. Does she work here? "Pardonnez-moi. Vous êtes si belle. Mon cœur chante avec désir. Aimez-vous les femmes?" Uhm ... Yeah. Sounds to me like it may be French. Ireally wish I understood what she is saying. I'm starting to think that she doesn't work here. I nod and smile sweetly. "I'm Kelly. Nice to meet you." "Mon nom est Janelle. Je suis très heureux de vous rencontrer. Avez-vous un peu de temps?" I think her name's Janelle. A pretty name for a pretty woman. I nod and smile. She takes my hand and leads me across the store. Along the way she grabs a babydoll nightgown from the rack without even really looking at it. Where are we going? The dressing rooms? Does she expect me to model that for her? How does she know ...

... it'll fit well? I'm sure she'd look great in it, but why does she need me? She leads me to the last dressing room and pulls the curtain behind us. She smiles broadly as she hangs up the nightgown. Her light brown eyes sparkle under her jet-black hair. One thin lock escapes, making her look just a tiny bit hurried. She's even prettier up close. I have to admit, I really don't understand what's going on here. She turns away and pulls her hair to the side. "S'il vous plaît, ma robe?" She turns and looks at me over her shoulder. "Oh! Sure." I unzip her dress. I think I understand now why she brought me along. She hangs her dress neatly. Her eyes never leave mine as she removes her bra. She has amazing breasts. So firm and high. Like she never spent a moment braless in her life. Perfectly sized for her body. Right out of a magazine. I can't help but stare. A little too long to be polite. Shehas to know what I'm thinking. Catching myself and politely looking away, I turn and retrieve the nightgown and hand it to her. "Jeune fille innocente, vêtements était juste une excuse." she says and hangs it back on the hook. She takes my hands and places them on her breasts. "Aimez-vous?" I'm completely lost. If she doesn't want to try on the nightgown, what are we doing? I look into her eyes. She smiles to me. I don't know what she said, but I sure hope it was 'squeeze' because that's that's what's on my mind. I give her a gentle squeeze. She coos to me and rests her hand on my shoulder. Good! ...