I was in town for business but I was hoping to get a little down time. On the way back to my hotel I noticed a small boutique across the street. It was lingerie shop-not a tacky one but tasteful displays of beautiful silk lingerie adorned the window. I crossed the street in hopes of doing a little shopping. Lingerie is the kind of thing you only think of buying when you're starting a relationship or hoping to revive one. I had been feeling as if my marriage needed a little spicing up but I found that whenever we made love, my mind wandered to images of making love to a woman. She was always a faceless woman with beautiful body; fit but not too fit, nice full breasts and a beautifully waxed mound.
Anyway, when I approached the door, I noticed the "Appointment Only" sign. The woman inside came to the door and opened it slightly. She was beautiful. Her lips were full and her eyes warm. Although her smile was gentle, her dark eyes had a devious twinkle. She asked me if I'd like to make an appointment. As she spoke I watched her lips move exposing her white teeth. She had a slight accent. I believe it was Eastern European but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.
She was so beautiful that for a moment, I was stunned. There was an awkward silence.
"Oh. . . um. . . yes, I would like to make an appointment. Do you have anything available for tomorrow at this time?"
"Come in and I will check the books."
As she looked down at her appointment book, I looked around the small boutique. The room was dimly lit. Strategically placed around the room were beautiful gowns of silk, sheer robes, and tables with neatly folded thongs and such.
"Yes, we do have an opening tomorrow. Since you are coming in tomorrow, why don't I take your measurements now so that I can pick out of few things that I think will work for you."
"Well okay." I noticed that I felt nervous. A little warmth welled up inside of me.
Facing me with a tape measure in one hand, she wrapped her arms around me and began taking my measurements.
"Hmmm.. . a 36 C, 28, 38. You are a classic size. Come back tomorrow afternoon.
At this point, a cold business-like manner came over her. She quickly escorted me to the door.
As I crossed the street, I wanted to turn around and look at her again but I didn't. I felt as if she was watching me but I didn't want to find out.
The next day, as I went from meeting to meeting, I couldn't stop thinking about my afternoon appointment. I felt as if I was wet all day. I spent half the time crossing my legs and squeezing them together in an effort to stop the wetness and throbbing.
As soon as my last meeting let out, I quickly packed up my brief case and laptop and headed towards the boutique.
As I opened the door the sound of the door chime broke the sound of my own footsteps. . As I walked in, the boutique smelled like an old Parisian perfumery, Dimly lit lamps with beaded shades were scattered throughout the room. Tea light candles burned with the scent of musk and vanilla.
There she was again. This time I got a better look. She was a beautiful brunette. She stood about 5'7". She wore a knee length black skirt, black nylons, high heels and a white button down blouse. It was unbuttoned just enough to catch a glimpse of a little cleavage and the black lace bra. There she stood, warmly smiling. Looking quite business like but less cold than the day before.
She motioned towards the dressing room.
"Get undressed, while I draw the blinds to the front window. You can wear this robe." She handed me a sheer black robe.
"My assistant is in back just putting together a few last items for you. She will be here in a moment." Once again I detected a slight Eastern European accent. It somehow complimented her underlying coldness.
I felt disappointed that we weren't alone. I went behind the curtain and began to undress. In the room, there was an old fashioned day bed covered in a deep red velvet fabric. I took off my clothes and neatly draped them over one end of the couch. I slipped the robe on and looked at myself in the mirror. I could see my nipples through the fabric. I opened the front slightly and cupped my breasts in my hands.
Suddenly, the curtain pulled back. I quickly moved my hands from my breasts and blushed with embarrassment. I turned and there stood the Brunette, dressed in a black leather corset, a leather thong and a pair of black leather boots that went past her knees. Her assistant was a beautiful blond who wore a sheer white teddy and a white-laced thong. Her pink nipples, stood erect, showed through her teddy. In some way, she looked so sweet and innocent even angelic. The Brunette introduced me to her. The sweet girl didn't say much. She smiled at me shyly and nodded her head.
"We've picked out something for you."
I tried not to giggle as she held up a black bustier. It was a satin bustier that laced up the back. I've always wondered what I would look like in one but I had never actually dare try one on. I held my arms up as they placed it around my torso and laced it up in the back.
"If you lean forward a bit, you can give yourself the appearance of having more cleavage."
As I followed her suggestion, the Brunette adjusted my breasts and the Blond tightened the lace- ups in the back. As stood there and faced the mirror, I was surprised by how sexy I looked.
"Now slip these on," the brunette demanded.
Her tone was strong. I felt a little annoyed at her cold aggressive manner but I did as I was told.
I slid the black silk nylons up my calves. The Brunette knelt down in front of me, and began to slide the nylons up one leg, while the Blonde stood behind me and slid the nylons up the other. The Brunette's hands were slightly cool while the Blonde's were warm, almost hot. Enjoying the contrast of the two, I closed my eyes. The excitement of their touch began to overtake me. I could feel my face grow flushed. As I stood there the Brunette nudged my legs further apart. Their hands moved simultaneously, making their way up my inner thighs. I could feel myself starting to moisten.
"Oh my god" I thought to myself. What if they notice I am getting wet?
Then from behind, I could feel the Blonde's fingers brush up my inner thighs moving closer and closer toward my pussy. She began to kiss the back of my thighs as the Brunette ran her tongue along my inner thighs. I stood still, not believing that this was happening.
The Brunette whispered, "Do you like this? Is this what you came here for?"
"Oh yes", I murmured
The Brunette in a stern voice ordered, "tease her."
