With no further thought in her mind, Terry acted on sheer impulse. She caught Linda's face in her hands and brought their lips together, her begin returned enthusiastically. Linda's hands cupped Terry's bare ass cheeks, the contact driving her deeper into a frenzied need. Letting go of her face, Terry broke the kiss and pulled back. She had to see the body that the dress showed, but kept cleverly concealed at the same time. With trembling fingers, she began to undo the buttons tat lined the front. Getting down to the waist, Linda shrugged her shoulders and the dress fell to the ground, pooling at her feet. Terry could only stare at the perfection standing before her. Linda's breasts were fully formed, round, and tipped by jutting, dusky nipples which beckoned lips and tongue to worship. Her waist dipped inward only to flare out at her hips, and Terry thought for a second it was odd a woman who owned a lingerie shop wasn't wearing underwear. That pondering was forgotten as her eyes focused on the trimmed patch in a little strip right above completely shaved lips. A longing possessed Terry's soul, a longing to simply touch this goddess in human form, to be touched by her. Before she could do anything, however, Linda took her hands and guided her over the couch. She sat Terry down and took a seat beside her.
Softly, Linda cupped and caressed her face as she brought Terry in for another soul shaking kiss. With one hand on her cheek, Linda's other hadn stroked along her shoulder, brushing the strap off. Moving her lips away from Terry's, she kissed her way down the exposed shoulder and, meanwhile, brushed the other strap away as well. Her fingers trailed acroos the expanse of Terry's upper chest, and Terry gave into the longing that still had a hold of her. She reached out and hefted one of Linda's breasts in each hand. The skin was so amazingly soft and silky that it slid easily under her fingers. Linda used the sides of her thumbs to push the teddy down over Terry's bust, exposing her breasts. She toured her lips around the whole of Terry's chest, finally focusing in on the nipples which ached for her mouth. The warm wetness of Linda's mouth had Terry soaking the panties she still wore, and the brief thought skipped across her mind that she going to need to buy the outfit now. As quick as it came, the thought went away as Linda's hand came down to caress her inner thigh.
Shifting on the couch, Linda leaned Terry back against the cushions and slid around to kneel in front of her. Taking her thighs, Linda parted them and placed gentle, patient kisses along the insides of them, trailing her lips and tongue up one, then the other. Terry was in state of sexual desperation but, oddly enough, not frenzied like she would normally be at this point. She felt Linda's fingers glide over her panty-covered crotch and shuddered from the sheer need of it all. Linda kissed her way to where Terry's desire lay under the fabric, and pulled the cloth to the side, exposing her swollen lips. She softly licked her way up from the bottom of Terry's slit to start lapping at the clit pushing it's way free from it's hood. Her technique resembled a cat licking at a bowl of cream and that's what Terry felt like at the moment, a bowl of cream being devoured by a hungry kitty. She moaned out loud as Linda took a finger and slipped it inside of her. She was so wet by now that it slid in easily and Linda crooked her finger at just the right angle to hit her g-spot. The need gave way to pleasure as Linda expertly guided her to an earth-shattering orgasm.
The climax tore through her as Linda's finger and tongue continued to push her higher, further than she had ever been. Thought become impossible and the only thing that existed was the sensations pouring through her repeatedly. Just when she thought she was done, Linda moved her finger or tongue a little and it started all over again. Wave after wave swept through her and she sobbed with the strength of it all. When she thought she couldn't take any more without going insane, Linda let off and allowed her come back down. While she was trying to catch her breath, Linda rose from the floor and sat next to her on the couch, taking Terry in her arms softly, as a lover would, and pulled Terry's head down to lay on her breast.
Even after being taken through all that, her hunger for this woman had not abated, and once she had her breath back, she turned her head to capture one of those beautiful nipples in her mouth. Linda ran her hands through Terry's blond curls as she suckled one, then the other nipple. Never before had she been with another woman, but in this time and place, nothing else seemed more natural. Linda turned and lay back on the couch, stretched out. Terry looked on as she lay there, lush and inviting, and she slowly lowered herself to worship that perfect body. She worked her mouth all over Linda's breasts, taking her time and trailing her tongue down to a belly button that sported a small diamond piercing. Funny that she hadn't noticed that before. Over Linda's lower belly to the strip of hair above her intended target. She lay there between Linda's legs and gazed with wonder at the sight before her.
Linda's vulva was swollen with desire, the moistness making the lips shine even as her tiny clitoris showed itself, settling herself stomach down, Terry showered kisses upon that pretty vagina. She tasted Linda's musk and when she inhaled, could smell it as well, the scent making her head swim. Far from being hesitant her first time, she dove in lustfully, wanting to devour every scent, every touch, every taste she possibly could. She licked her way up the slit, flicking the clit at the top, before going back to the bottom. She pushed her tongue in as far as she could and the juices coated her tongue in a sweet, yet, musky, flavor. She couldn't get enough of it and began to stroke her tongue up, and then down again, before finally moving all the way up to Linda's nub once again. She had no idea the sense and power of going down on a woman could make her experience. The very idea that she could give someone such pleasure sent a thrill all the way down to her clit and a fresh flood of juices answered the thrill.
She had been going for no more than a minute when Linda pulled away. Terry looked up in disappointment until she was told to swing around. Realizing what Linda in had in mind, she turned her body so that she was on top of Linda in a 69 position. Terry dove in even as Linda began to make love to her clit once more. The sensations were so intense Terry thought she would pass out. Their breasts pushed into each other's bellies as they licked and sucked at each other. Terry could feel a massive climax building deep within and tried to concentrate on what was laying before her. It was a hopeless task, as Linda's expert tongue brought her to orgasm once again. She bucked and thrashed over Linda's body, noticing that the prostrate form under he was doing the same. She rode out the orgasm while giving into it at the same time. A thousand different sensations pounded at her until it seemed her head would explode from all of it. Throughout it all, however, her hands remained planted on Linda's hips and her mouth continued to explore Linda's crevasse. Finally, she began to to come back to reality and, with one last shudder of an aftershock, rolled off and collapsed to the ground. Lazily she stroked a hand along Linda's calf. The haze on her brain deepened. She tried concentrate, but the thoughts on her head skipped merrily out of reach.
The next thing Terry knew, she was dressed and sitting out in her car. As she looked back at the shop, the little light above the door went out and the entire area plunged into darkness. She desperately tried to remember what had happened in the last few minutes. Vague images came to her of getting dressed again, of paying for the lingerie, of Linda, still nude, telling her to please come again with a passionate kiss. She looked down to see a small bag sitting beside her on the floorboard. She shook her head and smiled as she started the car. There was only two thing that she could think of. One was that she couldn't wait to show her husband, Matt, her sexy new thing. And two, that she would definitely be a repeat customer, of that, she was certain. As she pulled out, she glanced one more time at the door and decided what she saw was just her imagination. After all, painted cat eyes don't glow in the dark, do they?
