Emma Seduces Lady In Antiques Shop

Emma Seduces Lady in Antique Store (Eager Public Exhibitionism, Reluctant Exhibitionism, Lesbian, FF/F)

All characters in sexual situations are fictional and 18 years of age and older.

I was pulled from my slumber by the pain of my nipple rings being tugged on by my dear twin sister Ella to start the day off with a bang. She leaned over me, a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Today's the day, Emma," she said. "We're paying a visit to Mrs. Loughty, owner of the antique shop."

The mention of Mrs. Loughty sent a thrill through me. The prim and proper middle-aged lady who had no idea what she was in for. Just the thought of seducing her, of unraveling her facade and exposing her hidden desires, had my heart racing.

After we showered, we dressed in our signature scandalous outfits, spaghetti strap blouses that barely concealed our ample assets and miniskirts that could probably be mistaken for belts. If there was one thing Ella and I believed in, it was scandalous fashion.

Ella was my mirror image, the same long, blonde hair, the same blue eyes. We were five feet of trouble, with curves that could make a grown man stutter and stare. We loved pushing boundaries, testing limits, and indulging in our exhibitionist streaks. It wasn't just about the thrill for us; it was about embracing life and taking the world by storm, one scandalous escapade at a time.

Soon we were strolling down the old main street of our town, Lockhart, Texas. We greeted everyone with a friendly wave and an innocent smile.

Our destination today was the antique store owned by Mrs. Loughty. The shop was quaint and charming, filled with prim and proper ladies who browsed the vintage treasures with meticulous care. Then there was Mrs. Loughty herself, the epitome of prim and proper. Her stern demeanor was the perfect contrast to our boldness.

As we entered the store, the bell above the door tinkled, and all eyes turned to us. I could practically hear the collective gasp as people took in our scandalous attire. Ella and I exchanged a mischievous look, and without missing a beat, we greeted our fellow shoppers with a cheerful "Good morning!"

Mrs. Loughty, however, didn't seem impressed. She stood behind the counter, her disapproval evident in the pursing of her lips and the raising of her eyebrows. But Ella and I were seasoned pros at playing innocent and helpful. We approached her with our most innocent smiles, our hands clasped in front of us.

"Good morning, Mrs. Loughty," I chimed sweetly. "We heard such wonderful things about your antique store and just had to come take a look."

Ella nodded in agreement, her gaze as wide and doe-eyed as she could muster. "Yes, we simply adore all things vintage and charming."

Mrs. Loughty's skepticism was daunting, but we pressed on with our act. We asked her about the different items in the store, marveling at the craftsmanship of each piece. With a polite smile and a few more fluttering eyelashes, we made our way through the store.

The tinkling notes of "Babes in Arms" filled the air from an old record player that crackled gently, adding to the vintage charm of the place.

Ella leaned in, her voice a stage whisper. "Oh, Emma, do you think they have any antique nipple rings?"

I stifled a laugh and replied just as loudly, "I'm not sure, Ella, but we should definitely ask Mrs. Loughty."

Ella and I exchanged a knowing glance before turning to Mrs. Loughty, our expressions were the picture of innocence. "Excuse us, Mrs. Loughty," I said sweetly, "but do you happen to have any antique nipple rings?"

Ella nodded eagerly, her blue eyes wide with faux curiosity. "Yes, you know, the kind that ladies used to wear back in the day?"

Mrs. Loughty's eyes narrowed. "Nipple rings, my dears? This is an establishment for respectable antiques, not frivolous trinkets."

I feigned disappointment. "Oh dear, that's a shame. We were hoping to find some unique pieces to add to our collection."

Ella said. "You see, Mrs. Loughty, we actually have nipple rings ourselves. Would you consider our nipple rings to be antiques?"

Ella and I shared a subtle wink, a signal that we were about to kick things up a notch. "In fact," Ella continued, "we'd be more than happy to show you."

With a casual nonchalance, Ella and I began to remove our bras, placing them on the counter in front of Mrs. Loughty. Her eyes widened in disbelief, but she seemed unable to tear her gaze away.

Ella and I exchanged a mischievous grin before simultaneously lifting our shirts, revealing our bare breasts adorned with gold nipple rings. Mrs. Loughty's haughty expression wavered for a moment, replaced by a look of surprise.

With a theatrical gasp, Ellane lifted her shirt over her face, pretending it was stuck. She wiggled and jiggled, her breasts swaying with each movement, drawing the attention of everyone in the store.

"Ella, what are you doing?" I exclaimed, trying to sound shocked.

"I can't get it down, Emma!" she replied, her voice a perfect blend of panic and mock distress.

Mrs. Loughty's haughty expression returned, her disapproval evident even in the midst of the chaos. "Girls, this is entirely inappropriate! This is not the place for such behavior."

Ella looked at Mrs. Loughty with big, innocent eyes, her voice dripping with sweetness. "Oh, Mrs. Loughty, I'm so sorry. Could you please help me with my shirt?"

There was a brief pause as Mrs. Loughty grappled with the unexpected request. She couldn't very well leave Ella in that state. With reluctance, Mrs. Loughty stepped forward, her hands hesitantly reaching out to help Ella free herself from the "stuck" shirt. As she did, her fingers brushed against Ella's bare skin and grazed Ella's gold nipple rings.

Ella finally managed to free herself, her shirt slipping back into place with a satisfied grin. "Thank you, Mrs. Loughty. You're a lifesaver."

Mrs. Loughty's face was a mix of exasperation and embarrassment, and she quickly retreated behind the counter, seemingly at a loss for words.

Ella and I exchanged a knowing grin, our eyes sparkling with mischief. We were on a roll, and there was no turning back now.

"Oh, Mrs. Loughty," Ella began innocently, "before we forget, how would you like to pay for those bras? Cash or store credit?"

Mrs. Loughty's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, clearly not understanding what was happening. "Pay for the bras?"

I nodded, my tone casual. "Yes, you know, the antique bras you had us put on the counter."

Mrs. Loughty's expression was a mix of incredulity and bewilderment. "Purchasing your bras? But I never agreed..."

Ella cut her off, her voice taking on a tone of authority. "Yes, yes, we know you're busy. We've priced them at $100 each. Fair deal, don't you think?"

Mrs. Loughty's mouth fell open. "Wait, what? I never said..."

I nodded as if she had agreed. "Of course, we understand your need for fine vintage undergarments. And we're willing to make a deal."

Ella nodded in agreement. "Absolutely. In fact, since you're already interested in the bras, we're throwing in a special offer. Our antique panties, yours for just $100 each."

Mrs. Loughty's shock turned into protest. "Ladies, this is outrageous! I never..."

Ella and I weren't about to back down. "$100 each, bras and panties. It's a package deal," I said firmly.

Ella held up her hand, her fingers splaying as she listed off items. "Two bras, two panties, that's $400 total."

Mrs. Loughty sputtered in exasperation, "This is preposterous! I won't..."

Ella leaned in, her voice a conspiratorial whisper. "You know, Mrs. Loughty, we could even autograph them for you. Make them truly one-of-a-kind."

Mrs. Loughty's hands fluttered. "No, no, that won't be necessary."

Ella and I exchanged an amused glance before turning back to Mrs. Loughty with a collective sigh.

"All right, all right," I said, adopting a tone of reluctant concession. "We'll cut you a deal. $50 each for the bras and panties. Final offer."

Ella nodded, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "Yes, we understand you're on a budget."

Mrs. Loughty was utterly flustered. She started to protest again, but I cut her off before she could.

"Here, just to sweeten the deal, let's seal the agreement." With a dramatic flourish, I slipped my panties down my legs and handed them to Mrs. Loughty.

Ella followed suit, handing over her own panties with a cheeky grin. "There you go, a complete set."

Mrs. Loughty's eyes practically bugged out of her head as she stared at the panties in her hands. She sputtered, seemingly unable to find the right words to respond.

Ella and I exchanged a triumphant glance as Mrs. Loughty stood there, clutching our panties in her hands, utterly flabbergasted. It was clear that we had pushed the boundaries of her comfort zone, and the chaos we'd sown had left her reeling.

Mrs. Loughty seemed to be searching for words, her face creased in flustered confusion. Finally, with a hesitant sigh, she glanced between us and the panties in her hands.

"Well, I suppose... if you're willing to part with these... items, I suppose I could offer you store credit in exchange for these... items."

Ella and I exchanged a quick glance, pretending to confer silently before turning back to Mrs. Loughty with exaggerated gratitude.

"That would be perfect, Mrs. Loughty," I said, my voice brimming with appreciation. "We do enjoy browsing your exquisite collection."

Ella nodded, her voice sincere. "Yes, we often find the most fascinating antiques here."

Mrs. Loughty's primness returned as she spoke. "Very well then. I will provide you with store credit equivalent to the value of the items."

"Thank you so much, Mrs. Loughty," Ella said. "It's wonderful to know that our bras and panties have found a new home."

Mrs. Loughty hurried to draft some sort of official agreement. Ella and I shared a quick, triumphant smile. As Mrs. Loughty handed us the store credit, we accepted it with the utmost gratitude, our facade of innocence firmly back in place.

Then, Ella and I strolled through the antique store. The store credit felt like a golden ticket, and we were determined to make the most of it.

As we moved through the aisles, I couldn't help but notice the curious glances from the other customers. They seemed intrigued, perhaps even amused, by the scene that had just unfolded between us and Mrs. Loughty. Little did they know that the real show was about to begin.

With a quick glance at Ella, I knew we were both on the same page. We'd had our fun with Mrs. Loughty, and now it was time to share the wealth, so to speak.

"Hey, everyone!" Ella's voice rang out, cutting through the quiet chatter of the antique store. All eyes turned to her, and a few curious smiles began to form.

Ella raised her voice a bit, her tone animated and friendly. "We've got some fantastic news to share! Mrs. Loughty here has a special offer just for you."

Mrs. Loughty shot Ella a bewildered look, clearly caught off guard by the announcement.

Ella's eyes twinkled with mischief as she continued. "For a limited time only, Mrs. Loughty is buying old bras and panties for $50 each. But here's the catch, she's only interested in the ones you're wearing right now."

A ripple of laughter and surprise swept through the crowd as the customers exchanged amused glances. Mrs. Loughty's face turned various shades of red, her protest already forming on her lips.

Ella pressed on, her enthusiasm contagious. "That's right! If you're wearing a bra and panties right now, you're in luck. Mrs. Loughty is ready to make a deal!"

The customers seemed to be divided between shock and amusement, their curiosity clearly piqued by the unconventional offer.

Ella raised her voice even more, her grin widening. "So come on, ladies! If you're feeling adventurous, take off those bras and panties and give Mrs. Loughty a chance to make your antique undergarments part of her collection!"

The antique store erupted into a mix of laughter, gasps, and whispers as the customers processed what Ella had just announced. Some looked horrified, while others were caught between disbelief and amusement.

Ella's playful expression didn't waver as she continued to encourage the crowd. "Don't be shy now! Let's give Mrs. Loughty a chance to see your vintage pieces. Who's in?"

As Ella's words hung in the air, the customers exchanged glances once more, laughter and intrigue filling the space between them. Mrs. Loughty, clearly flustered and struggling to regain control of the situation, was at a loss for words.

The antique store buzzed with a mixture of curiosity and amusement as some of the customers tentatively began to respond to Ella's unconventional proposition. It was like watching a scene from a comedy movie unfold right before my eyes.

I leaned against a nearby display, my eyes scanning the room as women exchanged amused glances, some with impish smiles while others appeared positively scandalized. A few brave souls, their faces tinged with laughter, discreetly began to peel off their undergarments beneath their clothing.

A middle-aged woman with a mischievous twinkle in her eye unbuttoned her blouse and, with practiced ease, slipped her bra off underneath, revealing a triumphant grin as she approached Mrs. Loughty, bra in hand.

Another woman, looking both mortified and intrigued, stood just behind a display case, her body angled away from prying eyes as she unzipped her pants and gingerly lowered them. Her cheeks flushed as she managed to wriggle out of her panties. She held them in a small wad, embarrassed, as she joined the growing line forming in front of Mrs. Loughty's counter.

One woman looked at her long sleeves in frustration. With a dramatic sigh, she tugged at her sleeves, her blouse coming off in a flurry of motions. She quickly unhooked her bra, her cheeks burning as she held both her blouse and bra in her hands, creating quite the spectacle.

Mrs. Loughty, seemed to be torn between maintaining her composure and utter disbelief at the sight before her. The line of women, each holding bras and panties, only grew longer.

Mrs. Loughty's composure teetered on the brink of collapse, her bewilderment evident as she gazed upon the growing line of women clutching bras and panties, each waiting for her appraisal. It was clear that our antics had derailed her usually prim and proper establishment.

As we observed the scene unfolding, Mrs. Loughty made a hasty decision, her voice wavering slightly as she addressed the line of eager women. "Very well, ladies. I... I'll take your bras and panties as a part of our special offer. For store credit, of course."

Seizing the opportunity, Ella turned to Mrs. Loughty with faux enthusiasm. "We're here to help, Mrs. Loughty! Let's make sure these fine undergarments are displayed with the respect they deserve."

I nodded in agreement, my own voice full of feigned eagerness. "Absolutely! We should hang them up in the window so everyone passing by can appreciate their historical significance."

With a resigned sigh, Mrs. Loughtnodded in agreement. "Very well, if that's what you think is best."

Ellane and I got to work arranging the discarded bras and panties in the store windows. The women who had undressed to offer their undergarments to Mrs. Loughty were now buttoning up their blouses and slipping back into their pants. Several left their shirts slightly unbuttoned, and through the gaps, I caught tantalizing glimpses of pale breasts and pink nipples.

As I continued hanging lingerie, my gaze landed on something unexpected, an open-front bra paired with crotchless panties. I held the crotchless panties in my hands and looked around the room, my eyes sweeping over the faces of the prim and proper ladies. I wondered which one of them had chosen the daring ensemble.

To my surprise, my attention was drawn to a white-haired grandmother who always had an aura of prim and proper refinement. Edna Thornton, dressed in an old-fashioned ensemble that belonged to another era, caught my eye and gave me a knowing wink.

When Ella and I were done, the antique store's windows had been transformed into a showcase of bras and panties that spanned the spectrum from plain white cotton to provocatively sheer lace to the crotchless panties.

"Looks like the antique store just got a lot more interesting, Ella," I remarked with a wink.

Ella laughed, her eyes sparkling. "Oh, Emma, this is just the beginning. I can't wait to see what other mischief we can stir up."

As the afternoon sun streamed through the window, casting playful shadows on the bras and panties, I couldn't help but agree.

Amid the bustling scene, a hush fell as Mrs. Loughty's voice cut through the air, momentarily reasserting a sense of order. "Ladies, I must insist that you not be in my store without undergarments. It's simply not appropriate."

I turned to Mrs. Loughty, an impish grin forming on my lips as I looked her up and down. "Oh, Mrs. Loughty, are you wearing undergarments right now?"

She raised an eyebrow. "Of course, dear," she replied, a touch of primness returning to her tone. "I'm not one to disregard propriety."

Leaning in slightly, I couldn't resist delving deeper. "And what type of undergarments might those be, Mrs. Loughty?"

A faint blush rose to Mrs. Loughty's cheeks, her expression maintaining its prim and proper facade. "Well, I assure you, they are quite modest and suitable for a lady."

Ellane pressed further. "Do you think you could show us, Mrs. Loughty? Just a peek so we can see what proper undergarments are?"

Mrs. Loughty's cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink as she cleared her throat, clearly taken aback by the audacity of the request. Her response came out in a stammer, as if the suggestion had flustered her beyond words. "Well, I... I most certainly will not be showing you... my bra and panties." She stumbled over her words, her eyes darting between Ellane, me, and the floor. "You both must wear... um, undergarments... just like the ones I am wearing."

"Oh, Mrs. Loughty, that's so kind of you!" I exclaimed, my tone dripping with mock gratitude.

Ellane chimed in, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Yes, thank you for offering your bra and panties for us to wear!"

Mrs. Loughty continued in her attempts to clarify her statement, her words twisting and tangling like a knotted thread. "No, no, I meant... not my... I meant, you should wear your own... um, undergarments, you know, like mine, but yours, and the same, just with... bras and panties." Her voice trailed off, leaving a perplexed expression on her face as she struggled to disentangle her sentence.

"Oh, we absolutely will, Mrs. Loughty. We'll wear your bra and panties with pride!" Ellane said.

As the prim and proper store owner struggled to untangle her words, her befuddlement only deepened.

Mrs. Loughty stammered, her flustered attempts to correct the misunderstanding only fueling our playful antics. "Well, I didn't quite offer... I mean, that wasn't my intention..."

The prim and proper store owner's face was a mix of confusion and exasperation, her efforts to maintain her composure slowly unraveling.

Ellane continued, her tone still innocent. "Oh, please, Mrs. Loughty, if you could just give them to us, we'll make sure to put them to good use."

Mrs. Loughty's cheeks flushed in a mix of flustered embarrassment and confusion. "Oh dear, no, that's not what I meant..."

I nodded in agreement, my expression wide-eyed and demure. "Yes, Mrs. Loughty, it's the least we can do to properly follow your advice about undergarments."

Mrs. Loughty, caught in the whirlwind of our teasing, tried to maintain her composure. "I'm not suggesting that... um, you should..."

I pressed on, my tone polite but persistent. "But you did say we needed proper undergarments, didn't you? So, are you saying we shouldn't wear any undergarments?"