The two women, new friends, met down on Melrose, an eclectic area of bookstores, Turkish rug vendors, exotic jewelry, and designer boutiques where a yard of silk might cost a thousand dollars. Collette owns one of those boutiques – she designs gorgeous dresses, harem pants, slips of tops... all of the most beautiful fabrics that drape and caress you when you wear them. Collette, mid-40's, long golden brown hair and hazel eyes flashing, a gypsy through and through.
Sylvia is different... younger, Latina, dark hair and eyes, big breasts, curves that make men stop in their tracks to stare. Married, her husband quite successful, but he travels way too much for Sylvia. She is alive, aroused by life, attractive... but lonely much of the time. Of course, men approach her. But as desirous as she might be of their attention, romance, or let's tell the truth, just someone to fuck, she doesn't want any man except her husband.
Collette's husband is a mystery – he's in Europe; Collette can't remember the last time he was in the States. No matter – Collette is free-spirited and bisexual, and takes her love where she finds it.
Sylvia confessed her loneliness to Collette one morning, as they meet briefly for coffee before Collette has to open the store. Collette, sympathetic, had been attracted to Sylvia for a long time – she wanted to dress her in some silk and then undress her, and let passion take them where it may. But she doesn't offer this – instead, she invites Sylvia to come to the store with her and distract herself by trying on some new clothes "guaranteed to impress your husband when he comes home..."
They finish their coffee and walk the 2 blocks to Collette's boutique. "Make yourself at home" she calls to Sylvia, as she goes into the back to turn on the lights, some music, and to get them both a glass of wine. It's only 10 AM – too early to drink? - but it's noon somewhere, she thinks. Sylvia is walking slowly through the shop, caressing the silks, admiring the colors... and Collette hands her the wine and encourages her to pick out anything and try it on.
It's a warm weekday morning. People pass by, but only a very few people come inside. Collette's wealthy clients arrange private fittings in advance. Sylvia selects some harem pants – yards of fabric – and a tiny wisp of a top. In Collette's dressing room, she strips to her bra and thong, and then thinks twice and removes her bra. Why have anything between her bare skin and that gorgeous silk, she thinks. Collette comes to the dressing room door and helps her adjust the harem pants, and shows her how to tie the wisp of silk – see, this end ties here – so the bias drape accentuates Sylvia's beautiful breasts. Sylvia's nipples harden as the silk brushes over them. Collette notices, smiles...
"That top would look better with a skirt, I think," says Collette, "let me pick something out for you." She selects a long skirt, still yards of silk, and she enters the dressing room as Sylvia is bending over to remove the pants. Collette gets a long look at Sylvia and begins to get aroused, imagining all the ways she could please her young friend, if Sylvia was open to it... "Here's the skirt," she says. Sylvia slips it on. Yes, it's beautiful... Sylvia admires herself in the mirror. She knows she's beautiful, turning this way and back, her entire body reflected in the mirrored surfaces. Collette stands at the doorway, watching, then she says, "I have the perfect necklace for that outfit," and she goes to get it. She comes back with a huge amber stone on a chain – one of a kind – and she comes up behind Sylvia to slip it over her head. The stone falls between Sylvia's breasts, accentuating them. "There," said Collette... "what do you think?"
"Oh, it's a beautiful outfit," Sylvia says, turning toward Collette. Collette says she likes it, but wait, here's another drink – let me pick out a few things for you... and she does. Sylvia soon loses any inhibition she might have about taking off her clothes to change, as Collette brings in outfit after outfit, color after color, for her to try.
After the 3rd glass of wine, Sylvia is feeling loose and carefree. When Collette suggests that an outfit would look sexier if her nipples were harder, Sylvia agrees. Giggling, she pinches her nipples and turns for Collette's approval. "Wait... I have an idea," Collette says, then gets some ice from the back room. "It's a Vegas showgirl trick," she confides, "here, let me help..." as Sylvia pulls up the silk top and Collette starts to rub her nipples with ice cubes. Sylvia giggles – hey, it's COLD! – but soon her nipples are deep magenta and at full erection. "That's better," says Collette, and bends to flick one nipple with the tip of her tongue, smiling...
Sylvia is surprised, but she just smiles... she is aroused; she's been getting aroused all morning, since she's been almost naked and rubbing her body with silk for an hour. Her husband has been out of town for SO long, and what's the harm in a couple of girls fooling around? It's not the same as taking another male lover... her husband wouldn't mind, he'd like to watch! He's told her a thousand times that it would really turn him on...
So she says, "Hey, what about this one?" and offers her other nipple to Collette's tongue.
Collette obliges, her tongue flicking Sylvia's nipple and then she leaned in to give it a quick suck. The store is open – someone could walk in any time – but Collette doesn't think about it as she begins to stroke Sylvia's breasts, hands and mouth, all over.
Sylvia watches herself in the mirrors... she watches her face flush as Collette touches her... she watches herself get aroused and begin to respond. Collette is taking charge – she stands and kisses Sylvia and slides her out of the outfit she's in, then with fingers on each side of the thong, she slips that off, too. Collette gets on her knees to pull the thong off, at Sylvia's ankles. As she comes back up, she runs her hands up Sylvia's legs, stroking her thighs and just lightly brushing over her pussy. Collette feels the heat, and she stops to gently spread Sylvia's lips, to kiss her sweet clit. Sylvia watches her own reflection as Collette begins to tongue her clit... Sylvia rubs her breasts with some bit of silk that's nearby... rolling her head back against the wall as Collette's tongue and hands work their magic.
