The Lingerie Shop

This story is a work of fiction. A figment of the author's imagination. It is not big on realism. It's a frivolous little fantasy, but wouldn't it be fun if a lingerie shop like this existed?

All characters are fictitious, and any that are involved in sexual activities are over 18.

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Let me introduce you to Ginni. She's an amazing woman; tall, shapely, very busty, and incredibly sexy. She has the body of a goddess, smouldering dark eyes, a jumbled mass of black curly hair, and a mouth made for oral sex, but of course, I'm biased.

She's 43 years old, of Italian descent, though she was actually born in Australia, and she's the best thing that has ever happened to me in my entire life.

Ginni (short for Ginevra) is my partner, in business and in love, and owner of the highly-rated lingerie store, in fact, a chain of lingerie stores, "Fem-me." Although she has shops in Brisbane, Canberra, Melbourne and Adelaide, she lets others manage those, and concentrates on her original shop In Sydney City.

We cater for women of all shapes and sizes, and although we aren't a lesbian shop per se, we do especially like to cater for women of a Sapphic persuasion. I think it's well-known that we provide top-class attention -- to all our customers -- and that our gay clientele are sure to get exactly what they want, and sometimes more.

In Sydney, we have a small front-of-shop area, and a large and sumptuously appointed fitting room, with numerous mirrors at all angles, chairs, stools, two chaises longues, and a large sofa.

Sometimes, we get a group shopping together for lingerie (it's a social occasion) and our fitting room is then very popular as they can sit on the sofa and watch each other, trying items on, and posing. The atmosphere on such occasions is a little lewd and bawdy (you know what groups of girls can be like) but also inescapably erotic.

Of course, we also have two cubicles, adjoining the shop, for customers of a more shy disposition. We are well set-up to provide our customers with whatever they need.

In the shop, we have a small selection of items on display, some on hangers, some on manikins, and some on posters, but they are only a small part of the vast selection we have stored on the first floor, which is completely given over to stock. No matter who comes in, we are almost certain to have what they want, in whatever size they are.

Ginni makes sure the posters in the shop are at the erotic end of the spectrum -- she likes to maintain that ambiance - and she even models for them herself. We have a photographer friend, Francesca, who visits us from time to time, takes lots of pictures, then sorts out getting them enhanced and printed at whatever size we want, for display. These photo sessions always lead to sex because, like us, Francesca is gay and horny.

But what about me? Well, I've been Ginni's long term partner and girlfriend for 7 years now. To all intents and purposes, we are married, though we've never actually gone through a ceremony.

My name is Lu, and I am originally from Malaysia. My parents worked for a very rich English family in Kuala Lumpur, who generously paid for my education (hence my good English) but I was very fortunate to be working part-time in a clothing factory while I was studying for my degree in Business Administration, because it was there I met Ginni.

She was on a visit to supervise a large order for plus-size lingerie that was being manufactured in Malaysia, and she stumbled upon the 20 year old me, sweating over a machine. She obviously saw something in me, and she visited again the next day, and asked me some questions, then offered to buy me dinner -- 'to get to know you better.' I didn't quite realise it at the time, but all my birthdays had come at once.

We hit it off straightaway, even tough she was 16 years older than me, and we were so completely different, physically. Her, tall and curvy, with luscious breasts, and a curly mane, and I, small and petite, with very modest breasts and short, straight hair.

I already knew I was gay, though I hadn't yet had a serious sexual partner, and I was overjoyed when I realised she was too! And there seemed to be a mutual attraction between us. I love a tall, womanly woman, and she seemed to love my petite daintiness.

I know now that she loves women of all shapes and sizes, which doesn't mean she's undiscerning, but that she finds sexual attraction in a lot of different women. She's a very sexual person, and I think myself very lucky that she chooses me to be her most significant other.

After that first dinner date, we went back to her hotel and she introduced me to a new world. The world of lesbian sex, which was every bit as wonderful and exhilarating as I'd dreamed. It was even better than I'd fantasised when I masturbated in my bedroom.

Later, it would lead us to something even better. Lesbian love.'

That first encounter with Ginni was 7 years ago and my life direction changed radically. For two years, we were flying back and forth between Sydney and KL on a regular basis. She introduced me to her business, and the erotic world of lingerie and her clientele -- a world of wonders I'd never even dreamed of.

As soon as I graduated, I abandoned my plans for doing a Masters -- with no regrets - and she brought me to live with her in Sydney. It's been syurga (heaven) ever since.

Our life together is still a wonder to me, even after all these years, and I'm still astonished when I remember how she came to the factory that day, and picked ME. Out of all the girls who were working there, she picked ME.

I'm very appreciative of how lucky I am. I wake up every morning, look at Ginni, and know I'm blessed. We take regular holidays, go on visits to our other stores around the country, have LOTS of sex, and generally fuck the life out of life.

We have a number of regular clients nowadays, some lesbian, some bi, some straight, and a couple who were straight and now... aren't. Then there's Francesca the Photo, Polly-Anne, our accountant, and Camille, our relief manager, who looks after the shop when we are away.

What follows is just a little glimpse into our world, our friends, lovers and clients, and our sex lives. I hope you enjoy it.

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Mel & Martina

Our youngest regular clients, M&M, as we call them (they're very sweet), are an adorable couple of giggly girls. They are still in the discovery phase of their relationship. Still feeling their way, so to speak, and they seem to be getting more and more into the eroticism of lingerie.

There were a couple of months between their first and second visits, but then the intervals got shorter and shorter, and recently we've seen them almost weekly. 'This stuff's bloody addictive,' said Mel on their last visit, as she fondled the lace on a very racy black and red bra. 'I love the briefs with this set, love the see-through black lace gusset.'

Mel is quite a chubby girl. Busty, with fleshy hips. She looks great in lingerie, and she's quite a contrast to Martina, who is taller and more slender. Martina really suits a body-stocking, and she looked brilliant in the crotchless one she was trying for size. 'I like this. The opening perfectly frames my pubes, don't you think? She said, twisting from side to side. Mel and I nodded.

'I'm buying this set,' said Mel. Can I put the briefs on?'

'Sure, ' I smiled, and I watched her step into them and pull them up. They looked wonderful on her, with her blonde pubes making a nice contrast with the black lace, just glinting golden under the see through material of the crotch.

She turned to Martina, who was nodding her approval.

I heard Ginni in the shop, explaining to another customer that the fitting room was occupied, but that she could use a cubicle, so I knew we wouldn't be disturbed.

Mel had moved closer to Martina to look at the body-stocking, and she said, 'You're right about that opening at the crotch. It really shows off those lovely lips of yours. Look at her lips, Lu. Luscious aren't they?'

I could only agree. They pouted beautifully, protruding from her tangle of dark pubes in a bold display of meaty flesh. Pretty mouth-watering, really.

'I love them,' Mel was saying. I can't resist them,' and to my surprise, she got on her knees and sucked them, turning her head and making sucky, slurpy noises as Martina giggled.

'Stop it Mel. You're too naughty,' said Martina.

'Ah, you bloody love it...' She obviously saw my slack-jawed look, and she said 'Wanna try them, Lu? They're very tasty.' She was offering me her girlfriend's most private bits like they were an orange or something.

Still, Martina didn't seem to be complaining. In fact she turned towards me and thrust her pussy forward in a wordless offering, so I thought, why not? I'm not one to turn down a tasty pussy when it's offered.

I knelt in front of her and sucked her big floppy lips into my mouth and, oh wow. She smelled earthy, musty, and her lips were soft and salty as I used my tongue to savour them. This was quite obviously turning her on, and I could feel her wetness moistening my bottom lip as I sucked her flesh deep into my mouth then squished it back out again.

'Mm, tasty, said Mel, then she clapped her hands and said, 'Jeeezus, we're gonna have some fun when we get home...'

They took their new lingerie off and dressed, and we went through to the shop so they could pay for their purchases. The other customer was just leaving, laden with bags, and Ginni rang M&Ms purchases through the till. Then they left, giggling and squeezing each others bums as they spilled out into the shopping mall.

We were left alone, and I came to her and gave her a salty kiss on her pouty red lips. 'Mm mmm, you taste GOOD,' she said.

'Courtesy of Martina. She has the most amazing cunt lips.,'

'Yeh, I remember them,' she smiled, archly, and I said, oh yes, you served them the first time, didn't you?'

'Oh, I served them very well indeed, darling.'

God, I was horny now. I could hardly wait until we closed the shop at 6pm.

We had a couple more customers, before closing time; an older woman, very curvy, with brassy blonde hair, and a girl in jeans and a jumper, who looked like butter wouldn't melt, yet here she was buying some very racy fishnet stockings and a killer push-up balcony bra. I found myself imagining her switching into vamp mode in the bedroom. Mmm.

Ginni knew I was horny after my encounter with M&M, and she pushed my buttons even more by surreptitiously dipping a finger in her pussy behind the counter, when the young girl was paying for her purchases, then, as she left the shop, giving me the finger to taste. Ohh, jeeez, she's so delectably naughty.

It was obvious that we were going to have a quickie of some sort when we closed the shop, as we had so many times before. We were just too horny. We knew it would be delicious.

Obviously, true paradise is in our bedroom at home, but if we waited until later, much of our arousal would have subsided and the feeling would be difficult to recapture.

When six ticked up on the clock, she locked the door and pulled the blinds down, then turned her back on the door and spread her legs. 'Come here and eat me.'

She dropped her skirt, revealing her gorgeous black lace panties and sheer stockings. Well, you wouldn't expect a lingerie luminary like her to be wearing "ordinary" undies, would you? In fact, I think the only "ordinary" undies she has are the ones she sometimes sleeps in.

She looked fantastic, as she always does. Perfect legs in high heels, exquisitely cut knickers, and her white blouse, now loose at the hem, but still subtly stretched by the bustling breasts beneath. She was sex-appeal personified, and she was all for me, lucky bitch.

I knelt in front of her and the flesh of her full thighs jiggled slightly as she moved her feet further apart for me - click-click. Her elegant hand came down and delicately pulled her gusset aside, then I just immersed myself in the sublime pleasure of her pussy.

I revelled in the harshness of her wiry pubes, and the steamy sapidness of her hot wet flesh. She was oozing her love liquid beautifully, and I drove two fingers up inside her as I flicked my tongue rapidly against her tumid little button (I know she loves that).

I drove my fingers in and out, curling them and raking her g-spot with my fingertips with every stroke, and she came very quickly, dribbling hot orgasm honey down to my wrist.

She's not noisy when she comes. She just let out a series of breathy, gasping, voiceless 'Oohh' sounds and she rotated her hips, smearing my face, and writhing her squelchy hole round and round against my fingers.

I waited until she subsided, then I stood up so that we could share the syrupy goodness on my hand - as we always do when I finger her to orgasm. She loves her taste. Especially the post-orgasm taste. I do too.

'Ohh, Luie,' (her pet name for me) 'you really know how to please me, don't you?' Of course I did - I'd had 7 years to learn, and I'd made sure I learned everything there was to learn about pleasing her. 'But you must be bloody screaming to come by now, my little lotus flower... Come on.'

She took me by the hand and led me to the fitting room, where she laid me on a chaise longue. I was wearing a pair of tight leggings and plimsolls, and she gently removed them and pulled down my panties. Pretty panties, but not as sexy as hers.

I lay in blissful anticipation as I waited for her oral attentions, which I knew would be divine, as always. She knew how much I loved this anticipation, and she deliberately delayed, for just the perfect amount of time.

She leaned over me and we kissed, a soft, gentle kiss, which tasted faintly of her pussy, then she moved down and knelt at the foot of the chaise and lay on her stomach between my legs. I looked down at the sparse hair on my pussy, her beautiful face, and the gorgeous way her breasts squished under her weight, somehow looking even bigger.

She smiled. I felt my clit was almost reaching out for her lips, and then, finally, she bent her head and kissed it.

I've said she has a mouth made for oral sex, and she has. Her lips are full and are shaped into a permanent pout. Every time I see them, I want to kiss them. They look like they are permanently sucking on a clit, and now they were.

My button was bursting, but she sucked on it like she were trying to coax even more blood into its tumid little head. And then her tongue. Oh jeezus, her tongue is so long and agile she can tease the edge of my g-spot with it, and she says she loves it when my internal muscles flex and squeeze it. My pussy is very tight. Even two fingers are a snug fit, and if she uses fingers and tongue together, as she did now...Oh my fuck..

It's a good job the chaise was a wipe clean vinyl one because this orgasm was very wet indeed. Even Ginni (who is used to my outpourings by now) giggled a little hysterically. 'Wow, Luie, what a pearler. You were really saving that up, weren't you? She scooped some of my dribble up from the vinyl on her fingers and sucked them with relish. 'Mmm, nectar...'

I didn't speak. I just lay there, reeling until some sort of normality returned, then we cleaned up and headed home.

***

Penny

Another regular of ours is Penny, a fifty-something dark-haired, sultry woman of Greek descent. Penny is a whole lot of fleshy, voluptuous woman, with huge heavy breasts and dangerous curves.

Finding lingerie that makes the most of her assets, not to mention sourcing attractive bras that can accommodate her more than ample girls is not easy, but Ginni had made it her personal mission to make sure Penny always gets what she wants when she comes to us. And I mean EVERYTHING she wants.

Even though Ginni really loves my petite body (she especially loves my bullet- like nipples) she has a singular fascination for Penny's bounteous bod. She once said to me, 'Fucking a voluptuous woman is a whole different experience, and I love new experiences, especially sexual ones.'

She was right, and I found that, once I'd had the pleasure, I shared her fascination. I love Ginni's curves, and her big boobs, but Penny is on a whole different level.

So, we were very excited when she walked into the shop late one morning. I'm sure our beaming grins gave away how happy we were to see her, especially since it was almost lunchtime, when we close the shop for an hour.

Penny has been a customer for a long time now, and Ginni is very familiar with her body - her measurements I mean. She's even gone as far as getting some items specially made, without an order, knowing that she will have a sure-fire sale, and many more besides. Penny loves her lingerie.

The most recent item she commissioned was a longline bra set, with a deep lace suspender belt and a g-string. I actually flew to KL to personally describe what we had in mind to the factory, combining it with a visit to my parents. It worked out well.

And now here was Penny, about to get a surprise. Well, a few surprises, actually.

'I'm looking for some crotchless garter hose that I can wear for work,' she said...

Oh, I forgot to mention, Penny is a bisexual married woman, and she sometimes works as a kind of part-time call-girl, with women only. It's how she gets to explore her lesbian side, and to enjoy some exhibitionist fantasies.

'Oh yes, I'm sure we can sort you out,' said Ginni, 'and I also have an extra surprise for you, just a sec.'

She disappeared upstairs, and Penny and I made small talk. I told her that her friends Chrissy and Mia had recently been in to buy things, since Penny had recommended us, and she wanted details of what they had bought.

I racked my brains to remember everything, but I did recall that Chrissy had bought a very nice black satin corset which put her breasts on full display, and Chrissy does have very impressive breasts. She liked the corset so much she also bought one in red. We have a lot of sales to thank Penny for.

Ginni returned and put two boxes on the counter. 'Those are your crotchless hose.' But it was the hanger she was also carrying that grabbed Penny's attention. On it, was the longline bra set and it was spectacular, especially with the little extra stitching and ribbon details I'd suggested.

Penny's eyes were gleaming as she looked it over, and I could tell she couldn't wait to try it on. 'Wow, that's beautiful. Li's gonna love that...' Li was one of Penny's regular clients. One of a group of Korean women who can't get enough of Penny's fulsome flesh. So, I'm not the only one.

The set was in black, with pink stitching, and little pink bows at the cleavage and navel, and pink trim on the suspenders and bra straps. Well, what can I say, I like pink.

'If you like this set, there's also another in white with red trim,' Ginni was saying, and you'll need some stockings...' She trailed her finger along the boxes of stockings and then pulled one out. 'Lovely deep lace welts on these,' she said. 'Come on, let's go for a try-on.'

They disappeared into the fitting room, leaving me on tenterhooks and watching the clock. It took an AGE for the clock to go from 12.15 to 12.30, but then I sprang from behind the counter, locked the door, and stuck up the "Gone for a nibble. Back at 1.30" sign. Then I scurried straight through to the fitting room.

Penny was wearing the longline set, and Ginni was standing behind her adjusting straps, and oh jeez, that set was even better on than I'd imagined. Even I'd thought the cups too big when it arrived, but no, Penny's girls filled them perfectly, just to the edge of overflowing. Ginni and the factory had done us proud with the measurements.

The stockings were also stunning. Those deep lacy welts were perfect, and left just the right amount of thigh showing. The only thing she wasn't wearing was the g-string. She's bought enough of them from us by now to know what size is perfect.