Chapter 17: At The Store
Back at school again the following week we were all still reeling from what we had witnessed at the stables. It made us a little frisky and we had got a little naughty in our double English class with Mr Riggs.
We decided to take the bus into town after school as our allowances had come through and we wanted to do the shops. We laughed and larked on the bus and recounted how we wound up poor Mr Riggs. April, May and I had gone to the girls room before the class and pulled our cotton panties up so that they were so tight the outline of our pussies was clearly visible. Through the class we took every opportunity to flash Mr Riggs even bending down straight legged to pick up dropped pens off the floor directly in front of him. The poor man had to sit behind his desk the whole lesson to hide his tented trousers from the class.
It had back-fired a bit, though. The teasing had got us all horny as hell and we had to retire to the toilets to let off steam. We all crowded into the one cubicle, slipped our hands down our panties and masturbated furiously to orgasm. It was incredibly erotic as we watched each other stroke our pussies under our white panties, trying to keep quiet at the same time.
When we got to town we cruised the shops taking in the latest fashions and eyeing up the local talent. April and May both had to run some errands for their mother and I told them I'd catch up with them later as I wanted to look as some other clothes in the town's main department store.
My mind was wandering as I browsed through the underwear department I was unaware of the figure behind me watching as I lightly fingered a pair of lacy high cut panties. I nearly leapt our of my skin when a female voice behind me said, "Nice aren't they, you'd look rather cute in those."
I turned, half recognising the voice from somewhere, then froze and turned bright red. The lady who had been stalking me was Mrs Dobson. I tried to contain myself as, after all, she had never clapped eyes on me before, but then again it was too much of a co-incidence that I'd meet her here and that she'd talk to me.
"Mrs Dobson," she said needlessly introducing herself and smiling a knowing smile, revelling in my discomfort. "We haven't, er, formally met, "she went on "but I think we've seen quite a lot of each other."
She looked stunning in a silky white blouse through which her permanently erect nipples could be seen struggling against the material. Her short black skirt hugged her perfect hips and her sheer black stockings defined her elegant legs. Around her neck was a pure black thick bead necklace that contrasted perfectly with her alabaster skin framed with long dark hair.
"I ..er ..um," I stumbled.
"It's alright, Sam isn't it?" she hurriedly soothed and used her long fingers to lightly brush some errant hair from my face.
"Err yes, it's Sam. Have we met?" I managed, finding some courage from somewhere.
"Not met exactly. But if I said you have a beautiful face, especially when you cum, does that make it easier for you to remember?" She challenged.
"Oh god, er .. you saw .." My confidence crumbled in a heap.
"There's a mirror, in the tack room, on the wall opposite the door. Don't worry," she added seeing alarm cross my face, "you made me have a fantastic orgasm on Alf's fingers just looking at your beautiful face as you came. Was your friend masturbating you or were you doing yourself, I couldn't quite see."
"No, er I mean yes. I mean May was fingering me while we watched you."
"Did you enjoy watching us, Sam?" she continued, stroking my face with her soft fingers. "Did you like watching my two fuck each other?" slightly emphasising the word 'fuck'. "I bet you loved watching Mary suck her father's cock? Did you wish that was you or did you like watching me lick my daughter's little nipples and push my finger into her tight little bottom?"
I was beginning to tremble slightly as her words and the images of that afternoon came flooding back. I was getting more than slightly damp between my legs too as Mrs Dobson's caresses inched down my face and lightly tugged at my blouse just above my right breast. She twisted her hand so that the back of it brushed over my, now erect, nipple and I gasped. With my mouth slightly open she leant forward and gave me the briefest of kisses her tongue finally running across my upper lip.
I looked a little panicy around me to see if anyone had seen but Mrs Dosbon pulled my face around to hers again then gently pressed her finger to my wet lips retracing her tongue's movement. She pressed a little more firmly and slipped her finger into my mouth. My lips firmed a perfect 'O' around it as I sucked it deeper and ran my tongue around it.
Mrs Dobson gave a little sigh. "My darling little girl, you are so beautiful. I want you. I want to touch you and feel your soft skin. I want you to open your lovely smooth legs for me and let me see your lovely pussy. Would you do that for me? Would you let me touch you there? I'd love to see your face again as you cum on my tongue as I lick your wet little pussy."
I was panting now and my knees were going weak and I grabbed hold of the nearest rail. Mrs Dobson's eyes were pools of lust as she described what she wanted to do to me. I couldn't move.
"Is everything alright? Can I help you?" The voice cut through my haze and jerked me back to the here and now. A young shop assistant had appeared from nowhere. She was short and extremely petite, her hair tied in a long pony tail rested across her shoulder and cascaded over her large breasts that were out of proportion to the rest of her body. Her black tunic was unbuttoned sufficiently to display a deep cleavage for anyone caring to look: Most men and some ladies, including us.
"Yes," Stated Mrs Dobson only seconds before had been a smouldering vixen and was now Mrs Average buying a dress for her daughter. "We'd like to try this dress on please. Can you show us to the dressing room?"
The young assistant, Cassie by her name tag, pointed to the entrance just behind us. "Just there madam. Let me see if there's a free cubicle." She led the way and showed us to an empty stall and closed the curtain behind us. The room was fairly large for its purpose with a chair in the middle and a long mirror on the opposite wall.
No sooner had the curtain closed the dress fell to the floor and Mrs Dobson slipped her arms around me and drew me in close. Her lips found mine and we started to kiss a feverish, passionate kiss. Her tongue met mine and they danced first in my mouth then in hers. Her hands were all over my back and very soon clasped around my firm buttocks, parting them slightly and pulling my panty covered pussy against her stockinged thigh.
I groaned into her mouth as she rhythmically slid my pussy against her leg letting my wetness seep into my panties. Her fingers found the hem of my short skirt and lifted it giving her hands access to my panty covered bottom so that she could ease my cheeks further apart and squeeze them.
"Mrs Dobson," I gasped breaking our kiss, "you're aah ...aaah ... going to make me cum in my panties." I groaned in a horse whisper fully aware that the shop assistant was probably not far beyond the cubicle curtain.
"Oh Sam, don't hold back my darling. I can feel your pussy getting hotter and wetter against my leg. Rub yourself against me Sam and cum for me, Sam, cum all over my stockings."
I couldn't hold back any longer. The situation, Mrs Dobson's dirty talk and her highly charged sexual aura brought me to a screaming orgasm in moments. "Nrrrrgh ..." I groaned through gritted teeth, "Nrrrrrrrrgggh .. .aaaaaaah ... cuuummming .. cummmmming .. yesssss." As quietly as I possibly could.
