Seduced while Shopping Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Seduced while Shopping Pt. 01

... each others, afraid to blink in case the moment was lost. Two hands landed on the centre of my chest between my boobs. Wendy started undoing the top button of my blouse. I just stood there, gazing into her eyes until she undid the last of my buttons.

She eased my blouse apart and held my sides just below my bra. Her hands felt so soft against my skin. My arms fell awkwardly to my sides, "What am I meant to do now?" my mind screamed at me.

Wendy's hands lifted to my shoulders and eased my blouse off, falling to the ground on top of my jacket. She gently caressed my shoulders as we gazed at each other. She slid a hand behind me and I felt my bra strap release, my boobs sank a little without their hammocks for support.

My breasts are not big, 36B, so still able to stay in the right part of my chest, but my nipples are larger. I breast fed three children so they were well used and even now, years later, were firm, large and extremely sensitive. I couldn't go out braless as a blouse would brush them and 'organ stops' become obvious on my small boobs.

Wendy's hands cupped my breasts, her thumbs against my aching nipples.

Her lips moved and I heard her say "Let's undress and slip into bed, I want to enjoy you Jane." My head moved up and down a couple of times, I had agreed without my brain ...

... engaging.

She withdrew her hands and started removing her upper clothing, tossing it to the floor around mine. I slid my bra from my shoulders exposing my boobs to sight, by which time Wendy was naked from the waist up. Wow, she was gorgeous, her boobs bigger than mine, probably a C cup, bouncing a little as she reached for her skirt zip.

I was playing catch up, her skirt was grounded and she had her fingers in the waistband of her knickers ready to lower them by the time my skirt slid free. Her eyes fixed on my exposed pubes and giggled as she teased "you were out on the pull then with no knickers!"

I had only ever trimmed my bush, just to keep it tidy inside my panties. My husband had never put his tongue below my waist, so thoughts of my hairs being long enough to floss his teeth never applied.

My pubes were sticky and matted from my earlier fingering and my escaping juice was obvious from my reflection in the mirror. Wendy lowered her panties to reveal a beautiful little patch of short dark pubic hair just above her swollen labia.

Wendy grabbed my hand and pulled me towards her bed, both of us still in stockings. She lifted the edge of the quilt and crawled into bed, still pulling me with her. She lowered the quilt over us as we lay facing each other.

To be continued in part two.