"Exactly," Portia nodded. "We are a gift that needs to look as good on the outside as it does when it's unwrapped."
Simone laughed, as she spent hours choosing the right presents for friends and always made sure the wrapping was immaculate, so hearing the metaphor for sexuality was surreal and true. "I couldn't agree more."
"So, how are you going to dress me, Simone?"
Simone pictured herself in the role of a dresser, fastening a bra to the large, firm breasts of an otherwise nude Portia, then dismissed the dangerous vision hurriedly. "Well, if your dress is red, your nylons should be black," Simone said, unknowingly supporting exactly what Portia had already decided before coming into the store.
"I couldn't agree more," Portia nodded. "Please go and find me the sheerest stockings you have, and a garter."
Simone nodded, in awe of this woman as she had been thinking the exact same thing, as she asked, "You like wearing a garter?"
"I either wear a garter and stockings or thigh highs; pantyhose is for the boardroom, or perhaps a bored room," Portia responded, lifting up her skirt to reveal the lace tops of her beige thigh high stockings.
Simone didn't know why she did it, she wasn't even a little bit of an exhibitionist, but she lifted up her skirt to show she too was wearing thigh high stockings. "Me too."
"You are one sexy thing," Portia complimented.
"Thanks," Simone said, again blushing.
"So find me a matching bra and thong to go with it," Portia said, before adding, "although I may not actually use the thong."
"You're so bad," Simone smiled, feeling very comfortable with this woman. She studied her breasts for a moment and asked, "34C?"
"Impressive," Portia nodded.
"I know breasts," Simone said, always proud she could predict a size. She then realized what her words could mean and stammered, "I mean I can assess breast size really well."
"You are so adorable," Portia smiled, knowing she was going to soon have this pretty saleswoman between her legs.
"Uh, thanks," Simone agreed, her head spinning with all that was happening, "I'll go and grab you the items you requested."
"Thanks sweetie," Portia said, feeling she was well on her way to her second turn.
Simone found the items, feeling flustered at the conversation, and at the innuendos that had been dropping like warm honey, which was the same sweet consistency as her aroused pussy fluids. 'Stop it, Simone! Behave!' She was confident the woman was flirting with her and for the first time in her life she was questioning her own sexual orientation. That said, she was on duty and regardless of her sudden curiosity, she needed to maintain her professional decorum.
Portia casually slid off her panties and put them in her purse. This seduction was proceeding very nicely, and providing easier access would accelerate the process.
Simone returned and said, "I think these will be perfect."
"I bet they will be," Portia said, taking the all black items. "Will you stay close by me? I want an honest opinion."
"Of course," Simone nodded. "I will be your personal assistant until you are satisfied."
"Ooo, nice! Can I get that in writing?" Portia purred as she went into a changing room.
'Oh my God' Simone thought to herself as she realized what she had just said. Why did everything she said this morning come out sounding submissive and dripping with innuendo? Dripping. She tried not to think of warm, sticky honey or gently raining pussies. Not thinking of an elephant would have been far easier.
Portia got undressed and once she was completely naked, she fastened the garter belt around her, then called out, "Simone, will you please come in here?"
"Yes, ma'am, I mean Portia," Simone said; customers often required assistance in the changing room, so this request was not unusual.
Portia opened the door slightly and allowed Simone in.
Simone entered and gasped. What she saw was unexpected, something she had never had happen before, a completely naked woman, well other than the garter-belt, which didn't hide a single thing. Her first thought was 'Holy shit' because the woman's big tits were still perfectly firm. Her second thought, as her eyes couldn't prevent themselves from travelling down the woman's body, pausing at her snatch, was that this woman was completely naked. Her third thought was this intriguing woman looked really good without clothing. Whoever unwrapped her tonight was in for a real treat!
Portia acted casual, even as she saw the stunned 'deer in the headlights' look of the pretty Mila Kunis lookalike. "Will you please assist me with the stockings? I hurt my back earlier and bending down that far is very painful," she lied.
"Um, yeah, sure, I guess," Simone replied, trying to act casual, but knowing her tension was very obvious.
Portia handed the adorably cute young woman the stockings as she sat down on the bench in a surprisingly spacious room that included a mirror.
Simone took the stockings and lowered herself to her knees and found herself at eye level with the woman's hairy pussy. She shaved hers, but kept a tuft of hair above her pussy. She pondered, ever so briefly, the treasure hunt that would lead deep into the bush to find the motherlode of pink pussy buried beneath all that foliage. Returning to the task at hand, she rolled up one of the stockings in both hands as the older woman crossed her legs to make it easier to put the stocking on, while also hiding her pussy.
Portia watched the young lady looking so innocent, so cute and yet so ready to fall. Portia knew she could now have this young lady whenever she wanted her.
Simone placed the sheer silk stocking on the woman's foot and slowly rolled it up the ankle, calf and knee.
Portia lifted her leg straight up in the air so the young submissive could finish rolling it up.
Simone finished rolling the stocking up to the woman's thigh, feeling both excited and awkward, her head and loins swarming with feelings she had never felt before.
Portia then, like Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct, slowly uncrossed her leg, allowing the dazed young woman to catch another glimpse of her pussy, before crossing them the other way.
Simone couldn't help it. She couldn't take her eyes off the woman, excited to see another glimpse of the woman's pussy. She was uncomfortably aware that she was being obvious, but she still couldn't control her gaze.
Once Portia had completed her leg crossing, achieved with studied casualness, Simone rolled the second stocking up the woman.
Once both were on, Portia stood up and asked, "Will you be a dear and fasten the clasps to the stockings for me?"
"Of course," Simone agreed, her hands trembling slightly as Portia turned gracefully around to showcase her amazing tight ass.
Simone fastened the back clasps on both of the woman's legs, and Portia glided back around, her pussy arriving mere inches from the young girl's dazed face.
Simone's eyes went big. She could smell just the slightest of exotic scents and wondered if that was the woman's pussy or if she sprayed perfume down there.
Simone attached the remaining two clasps to the stockings, the whole time wondering if this woman was going to try to make her eat her pussy. And if she did, would she comply? She had no answer to that question, a fact that rattled her even more.
Portia watched in seductress mode, recognising the young woman's tentative nature and of course her natural submissiveness. It was time. Portia asked, "Simone, does the ensemble look better with or without panties?"
"Definitely without," Simone said without hesitation, gazing raptly into the beautifully framed forest.
"Go ahead, my dear," Portia offered.
"What do you mean?" Simone asked, looking up from her subservient position.
"We both know you want to lick my pussy," Portia offered, reaching her hand to the back of the girl's head and guiding her to her pussy.
Simone wasn't positive that she did indeed want to lick this aromatic pussy. However she was dead certain that she was curious. Yet, the moment she felt Portia's hand touch the back of her head, all her thoughts, her hesitations, her confusion, her opinions about straight or gay, they all melted away and she willingly allowed her face to be guided in a direction that she dearly wanted to go. Dreamlike, she went with the flow and allowed her face to be led to this pussy and towards this exotic scent. Yes, it was undoubtedly the natural aroma of the compelling Portia's pussy. As she imagined she was approaching a forest glade, the scent became stronger, sheltered in the abundance of foliage, irresistibly drawing the young woman in. But as the hand at the back of her head ceased its impetus, she paused at the edge of the forest, not entering.
Portia kept her hand firmly behind the young girl's head, but didn't force it into her pussy. No, she wanted the last inch to be traversed with absolutely no coercion, but at the urging of a conscious decision made by the pretty girl. She whispered, "Go ahead, Simone. It's okay to lick me."
