A Lesbian Love Story...Of Sorts - Sex Stories

A Lesbian Love Story...Of Sorts

... lips to die for, cute dimples and a smile that sparkles. Anyways, I fell asleep pondering...did she love me too? Would she have done more with me if I had made a move? A few things became crystal clear: 1. I loved Gwen. 2. I had to stop the wedding. 3. I had to seduce Gwen. I barely slept as I considered by seduction plan. CHAPTER 2: BUYING A BRIDESMAID DRESS...THE SEDUCTION BEGINS The next couple of weeks it was simple things. I started hugging her when we saw each other and complimented her every chance I got. The compliments during this time were simple, flattering compliments, things a man would never say. “Oh you painted your nails a new shade of red” or “Those shoes really help showcase your legs,” or “Is that a new lipstick? It really makes your lips come to life.” Each compliment seemed to perk up Gwen. Then we went bridesmaid dress shopping. “So what color are you thinking the bridesmaids should wear?” I asked as we arrived at the store. “I don’t know I was thinking green.” “I look amazing in green,” I said flirtingly. “I know it’s your favourite color,” she responded. I coyly ask her, “But do I look hot in green?” She blushed, ever so slightly, as she said with a slight laugh, “Yes, you look hot in green Julia.” I smiled and gave her a big hug. I then whispered in her ear, “You look hot in everything you wear.” I then kissed her cheek, something I had started a couple of weeks ago, and we started looking at dresses. I pointed out a couple nice ones and then headed ...

... to try on a nice dark green one that was sexy, yet still wedding appropriate. When I came out to show it off a pretty saleswoman, who looked to be in her early twenties, give or take, was there to assist us. Her name tag said Emma. I looked in the mirror and asked, “How do I look?” Gwen said, “It looks really good on you.” “You think?” I asked. Taking a long look in the mirror I then said, “This would definitely need stockings.” Gwen agreed, “Yes, either black or dark beige.” I looked at Emma and said, “Do you sell stockings here?” “Yes,” Emma responded. I smiled at her, my sexy flirting smile, “Not pantyhose, but thigh high stockings.” Emma smiled back at me with a similar flirting smile, “Yes ma’am. That is all I wear as well. I would recommend French Coffee.” It was my turn to be impressed. “I have never heard of French Coffee as a colour.” Emma smiled and said, “Do you like the colour I am wearing?” “They are very fetching, but they are suntan are they not?” I said. “Very good. Well French coffee is a darker shade, one that would be perfect with that shade of green. They are a 50s style vintage stocking.” “Can you get me a pair?” I asked. “Yes ma’am,” she responded. “It’s Julia,” I said. “I will get you a pair,” she paused smiling coyly at me, “Julia.” As she walked away, I watched her waiting for the look back; as expected, it came with a sly smile. I looked at Gwen and said, “What do you think Gwen? Think I can seduce her?” Gwen looked at me with a look I could not read. ...