They hit a lingerie store... or perhaps 'struck' might have been a better word. Somehow en-route to the store the girls had managed to get their soaked thongs down off their butts; stepping their high heels out of them before tucking the soaked underwear into each other's purses, (as pervy little chick-scented mementos of a brunch that went better than expected)! Now fully air-conditioned below their hemlines, both ladies needed something lacey and new. They flipped through the racks of thongs and unmentionable lady-briefs, selecting several items as they cackled and snickered off the last effects of their mealtime cocktails.
Barb now looked in the direction of the sales assistant. He was texting away like machine-gun fire to a possible conquest that night named Geoff and wasn't paying much attention to these two customers. She cleared her throat at him with a slightly do your fucking job sort of AHEM.
"Yes I am sorry honey," he answered, looking busted, "how can I help you?"
"Changing rooms?" Barb answered.
She sounded slightly peeved but it was more from sexual impatience. Funny, she'd just busted her girly nuts back at the restaurant and now... they were itching again. This guy was just trying to do the same thing she wanted to do, she should have been more patient but... OH DAMN Mollie looked good and smelled just the way she did all those years ago.
No problem. It was a win-win. The clerk led the girls promptly to the changing room and unlocked it and in return he saw the amount of stuff they wanted to try on and he knew with the potential sales commission, he could treat Geoff to a nice dinner. He could also get back to his texting. Like I said... win-win. He shut the door behind the girls.
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The two waited inside, listening for the clerk's footsteps back to the cash register. He was out of earshot quickly and occupied elsewhere in no time. Barb and Moll now shared a few illicit giggles and disrobed. Two pairs of feet kicked at shoes until they came off as garments slid down two sets of bare legs.
There were pretenses. There was a half-hearted charade of trying on clothes and looking at frilly things but for Barb (and Mollie too), there was also a need to 'check things out,' to see familiar pieces of feminine terrain both had not explored in so long, (too long actually).
Why had they allowed it to be so long?
Eyes fell upon hips and legs. Desirable curves were noticed. Pupils danced and glanced over feminine forms, looking but not seeing; instead bringing back sensations, tastes, and smells from a time long ago. There was a heavy pause each time lacey articles came on and off; punctuated with a 'what about this?' and followed by a 'Ooh I like that. It's your color,' or words to that effect.
Still the ice had been broken, yes? Had it not been one another's hands on each other's body just a short time ago? There'd been that wonderful moment of dangerous intimacy culminating in release; a release brought on by lovers who knew how the other ticked and vice versa? Just who was kidding who?
The 'dance' continued. The items flew on and off and the eyes wandered. Barb donned a metallic blue bra and pantie adorned in black lace. Mollie slipped on a set by the same designer in a multi-colored calico pattern. She inquired turning around how it looked 'in the back' and Barb, pulled at the waist band of the panty, checking the fit. She ran her finger along the strap in the back... checking for a nonexistent something, but giving a pretense of checking nonetheless.
"How about me?" asked Barb turning around.
Mollie responded with a touch along elastic of Barb's black laced thong and nodded her head in an 'MMM-hmmm' of approval before reaching up and checking the bra strap for 'whatever.' She became aware Barb was backing up slowly into her. One of Barb's feet took half a step back, then the other took half a step, then the first backed her straight into Mollie.
Mollie's arms came up and around and squeezed Barb in a she-bear hug from behind. Barb's buttocks pushed back against Mollie's calico clad camel toe. There was a moment.
Mollie smelled Barb's neck and hair, (still sweet as she'd remembered). The skin along that neck was beyond vulnerable and desirable. How many nights in school had she kissed that neck? How many nights since they'd moved on with their lives had she wanted the taste and feel of that neck against her lips, teeth and tongue. She dropped her pretenses and dropped her head, her lips finding Barb's lovely throat, nape, and shoulders.
Barb closed her eyes. She let the sensations of 'happy touch' tickle chew and swirl on her skin. That touch; it was just like she'd recalled. She loved to have her girl 'feed' upon her, to nourish her needs and wants and urges. She loved the way Moll wanted her and what's more she could almost smell her desire as if it were a physical thing.
There were other things to tickle Barb's nose as well; very real and familiar olfactory notes reminding her of long-lost love. Moll's special fragrance of that 'girl I fell in love with back in school,' had been driving Barb absolutely stupid as the 'lacy-frilly bits' came
on and off and
on and off,
in rapid succession. It was that heady scent of someone you care for deeply; that indescribable olfactory fingerprint belonging to special someone and nobody else, that heady natural combination of hair, skin, and breath that all work together to provide a mind altering intoxicant to the senses.
Who the hell needed pretenses?
Barb spun around, cupping a palm up along Moll's jawline before sinking fingers through the woman's hair. She pulled her into a kiss, a real kiss. It was a kiss she'd been aching to give her and now as Mollie's hands cradled the sides of Barb's face and kissed back, it was a kiss that said THIS was so fucking on!
Mollie's hands traveled up through Barb's hair, squeezing at locks she'd squeezed so many times before as she leaned into the kiss; pushing back against her lover's lips. This was no girly-girl make out session at a kegger performed by a pair of attention-hound bimbos showing off for two dozen half-drunk fraternity boys... no, there was no audience. This was all about THEM and they were determined to have each other this very goddamned instant!
Hands reached behind feminine shoulders to locate bra clasps. Their anticipation became their greatest obstacle. What should have been an easy 'push and un-hook' sort of thing, became a giggling struggle to unwrap presents, (despite two pairs of experienced hands). Clothes it seemed were always so damned un-cooperative when they needed to come off in the heat of things. Both women hissed frustrated curses until finally trembling fingers triumphed over flimsy garments. A pair of tops landed on the bench by the changing mirror, not two seconds later.
Two lovely female forms crashed together again. Lips smooshed lips as tongues tasted and tested. Breasts mooshed against breasts and nipples rose quickly to the occasion as the two women sought to frantically pull themselves into each other. They'd have fused together into a one loving mass of lovely female flesh had that been possible.
Barb's lips wrapped Mollie's, sucking at them hungrily as if her BFF were some exotic morsel. She dropped a hand down, pushing the front of Mollie's panty aside and exposing her lover's cleft-chin camel-toe in preparation for what was next. Another scent rose up and teased Barbara's keen nose. She'd know that fragrance anywhere; wafting up from the heat of her BFF's pink love blossom down below. She slid her hand in for a touch.
Mollie bucked her hips against the hand and whimpered sweetly. She felt the delicate stroke upon her hooded bud; it was a stroke she now craved. That hand was so exquisitely sure of itself. It teased her sex in just the way a woman knew another wished for intimacy; not too hard-not too soft, but in a Sapphic Goldilocks example of 'just right.' Her lips left Barb's as she opened her mouth in a heaving sigh pf a beautiful woman overcome by the sensation of her lover's touch.
Barb had seen that look countless times before; through hundreds of jill-off encounters and through an equal number of cunnilingual 'dinners for two.' She knew what came next and she knew the clerk back at the cash register might hear. Her hand flew up, covered Mollie's mouth as the lovely lady blubbered and whined into her palm. Barb dropped her head to Mollies breasts and began to gorge and suckle as her palm made a delicate blur between Mollie's thighs.
