Those who have read my first two stories will only have seen my (Brian's) version of events. This story is told through my wife's (Sally's) eyes. It is set in November 2012, on the south coast of Gran Canaria.
My thanks to CarolinaPeach for her help and advice.
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As usual we had an argument half way through our holiday. I do wish Brian would come shopping with me occasionally to help me choose clothes instead of grumping on that he doesn't like what I've bought. But, no. He insisted he wanted to go to the beach as it was a lovely warm day with a gentle cooling breeze.
In the end he gave me 150 euro to buy some clothes and we went our separate ways. Big deal! 150 euro might buy a dress and a pair of shoes but I had my plastic with me and that's all that mattered.
Fortunately Helen was at the bus stop, waiting for the bus into town. Like us, Mike, her husband, wouldn't come clothes shopping with her either. We both thought it an excellent chance to spend as we wished. Sod them - if they wouldn't come that was their problem. By the time the credit card bills arrived we would be home, so no chance of returning the goods.
It was only a short bus ride into town. We were soon at the main Yumbo centre and I just knew today was not going to be too bad after all. In almost all the clothes shops we visited we both went in to the same changing room. It was much easier helping each other with awkward zips and as we were both the same dress size we could try each others' choice of clothes on. It was much easier to judge how the clothes looked rather than relying on a mirror, and anyway we wanted to try on as much and as many as we could.
I wasn't too sure about one particular dress that Helen spotted. It had a much lower neckline than I would have normally bought but it looked good on her.
"Come on," said Helen, letting the dress slip off her, "Let's have a look at you in this. It costs nothing to try it on, give it a go, see what you think."
I didn't want to upset my new friend. "OK, like you say. I may as well."
Through the mirror it looked good although my bra was clearly showing.
"Here, let me see," said Helen, slipping the dress straps off my shoulders. She fussed and tugged at my bra, tucking the lace trim inside and in the process accidentally touching my nipples. I was most embarrassed that my nipples immediately responded to her inadvertant touch, stiffening into what Brian called 'stickyout mode'. Had a man caused such a reaction I would likely have slapped his face! Still not happy, she (unbelievedly) put her fingers well inside my bra to try and reposition my breasts. Everything happened so naturally and so fast I didn't have time to object. Breasts and bra duly repositioned she caught up the dress straps, smoothed out the fabric and I was looking at a new, more adventurous me in the mirror. My mistake. Helen was just being helpful. Simple!
"There you are! See what a difference!" She seemed proud in her attention. It wasn't till later I actually realised how forward she'd been, touching a part of me that very few others had done. To cap it all I was more than grateful to her.
I bought the dress. I would wear it that evening to show Brian. I was certain he'd approve.
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It was now lunchtime and we sat drinking lattes and munching on delicious pastries. It was only while we sat there that I noticed my panties had a certain familiar dampness, accompanied by an unusual but pleasant feeling, almost a tingle down there.
We compared notes. Helen decided we next try on lingerie to match the clothes we'd bought, especially that dress. Rested, 2 lattes and pastries later, we set off to do what Helen had suggested. Not till that evening had I realised that everything we had done had been at Helen's suggestion, never mine.
As before we shared the same changing room cubicle. We both picked lovely bra and panties sets we liked, Helen offering me her choice to match that dress. I had problem fastening the clasp on it. Helen told me to turn around so she could help. Before I had chance to speak she had the clasp fastened and ran her fingertips on my back from the clasp to the nape of my neck. That made me shiver.
"Wow," I said, "That took my by surprise! Why did you do that?"
Helen laughed, "Sorry. Your skin is so soft and smooth. I just couldn't resist. Mike often does that and every time it gives me a tingle when I'm not expecting it. I bet Brian can't resist either."
"Hmmmpf, Brian rarely does anything these days." I replied. "It's not very often we go out together so I don't get dressed up much. He works late, usually tired and at bedtime two minutes after his head hits the pillow he's fast asleep and snoring."
"Oh! That's so bad. But on holiday here with no work to do you must make up for lost time. Surely?"
I shook my head. "I really don't know what it is. Things just don't seem to go for us anymore." That was true, but why was I telling Helen all this? Simply because she had asked? Somebody cared for once?
"Listen," Helen remarked, "The shop isn't so busy and it's cooler in here. Turn around."
It was so long ago that I'd quite forgotten something like goosebumps could feel quite so special. Helen was in mischief mode. I did as she asked as I felt there was no other option. I felt the bra clasp being released, the straps being softly pushed away and the bra dropping to the floor. I was now stood just in panties, my dress on the changing room hook. Then I felt the fingers of both her hands tracing up and down my back. I shivered some more and felt my nipples harden. It felt so good I just stood there, amazed and wondered just how she could do something like that. Oddly I felt obliged to stand there, totally and utterly helpless.
It was as if Helen had magic, an electrical magic in her fingers that had a power over me. Time after time her fingers traced a line up and down my back, cool fingers touched the nape of my neck. Her hands gently massaged my shoulders. Then her fingers ran up and down my spine again. I honestly didn't want her to stop, it just felt so ... so ... so natural.
I really wasn't expecting what happened next. Was Helen just helping or ...? We were facing the mirror and she reached around, cupped underneath both my breasts and pushed upwards a little.
"You know, that extra bit of uplift works wonders. With the dress you bought earlier you could have every guy in the hotel begging."
I felt a warm soft kiss at the back of my neck. It's a place every guy seems to know by instinct ... guaranteed to give any woman a blissful shiver - goosebumps. But not just that, Helen's fingers reached round ever so gently to brush against my hardened nipples. I shut my eyes, helpless to do anything but enjoy the wonderful sensation. Kiss followed gentle kiss, all the time my tender, alert and very receptive nipples were blissfully sending messages of potent sexual energy to my very core.
And then, very abruptly, Helen looked at her watch. "Time's moving on," she said. "Here, help me try on this."
Her choice of bra was a couple of notches up the sexy ladder to mine; so sheer was the material that it may as well not be there. My head in a spin I fumbled clumsily with the hooks. She turned around. The very low cut meant that her areolae were clearly visible. Any lower and her nipples would have popped out. Following her lead I made to straighten the front up, using my forefinger and thumb. I was total confused but I found myself mimicking what she had done to me. I will never know why I gently brushed against her nipples trying to repay the pleasure she had given me. My fingers had developed a mind of their own.
This time Helen really caught me by surprise. Her hands went behind, delftly unhooked the bra, wiggled her shoulders and the item dropped off to the floor. Just for a moment we were stood facing; bright eyed and braless. Then she leaned forward and kissed me full on the lips.
Again, I don't know why but I responded immediately, opening my mouth, letting her tongue inside. Our breasts were together, skin against sensitive skin. The feeling was electric. My stomach had a strange, warm feeling. Butterflies were fluttering inside me, my senses reeled. I had a wonderful but confusing feeling inside me such as I've never felt since I was a teenager. I could feel the moisture, my lubrication seeping into my panties. Our breasts moved together as we altered the angles of our mouths to maximise the intense sexual feeling.
Rather than hold me to her, as Brian would have done, I felt her hands again lightly tickling my back. Then her hands cupped under my breasts, moving upwards and outwards. How was she to know the sides of my breasts were so sensitive? It was a feeling hard to describe, breast sliding silkily against breast, fingers lightly tickling the sides. Still caressing my breast with one hand, I felt the other go down to my panties, inside the elastic.
I pulled away suddenly. I was confused but with a kind of exhilarating confusion. This was something I liked, my stomach was knotted up but I felt wildly aroused, like a young thing enjoying a first kiss. I also felt a sharp pang of guilt. This was something I should not, could not be doing and I would not do. My head was reeling in total confusion. What felt so good wasn't true. She was a woman and so was I. She was married and so was I. Why the fuck did I feel like this?
"We .... we .... we really must get on," I feebly muttered. "We have o- o- other shops to see. We really must not be late for dinner. Brian will wonder where I am."
It was an excuse. It was barely 3pm. True there were several shops we hadn't seen but the bus back would only take 15 minutes or so. We had at least 2 hours to spend our plastic cash. Yes, I agreed with the ads, 'For everything else there was Mastercard'.
'But you haven't tried on that bikini," said Helen, replying to my feeble excuse.
