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Old 02-19-2010, 03:23 PM
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My boyfriend and I had been dating for about six months. Well, that’s not exactly true. We’d been dating longer, but we’d been sleeping together for about that long. In fact, we’d been living together for nearly two months. Our relationship was terrific up to this point. We were extremely compatible in just about every way imaginable, every way but sexually. Don’t get me wrong; we had a terrific time in bed. At least I thought we did. I know I did. The problem was that after six months I was still unsure exactly what he liked. Personally, I’m pretty expressive in bed. In any other situation I’m extremely shy, but in the bedroom I’ve never been afraid to tell a man exactly what works for me and what doesn’t. Jason is totally the opposite. He never said yes or no … never moaned or grunted. Not a peep. So after six months of guessing and groping and wondering if anything I was doing was working, I was getting a bit frustrated.

It was about this time that I started getting nosy, asking him questions about his past lovers and all but begging him to tell me his fantasies. It was pointless. Apparently he found this topic even more difficult outside of the bedroom. I knew he liked pornography and that he had an incredible imagination. I just kept thinking if I could get him to open up something would break loose. I had no doubt that his fantasies would blow me away.

It took several weeks of prying but I managed one night, with the help of a little Crown, to get him talking. Jason began telling me about the period just before we started dating. He’d been single for nearly two years, only dating casually. He’s the kind of guy who doesn’t care much for casual sex, so it had been a pretty dry two years. To break up the monotony of masturbation, he started going to strip clubs. In the beginning he didn’t go often, just when the “guys” were going. Of course, he had a friend who was really in to that sort of thing so it wasn’t long before he and his buddy were going all the time. In fact, his friend, Kelly, was dating a stripper. Kelly’s girlfriend is the one who first told him about the lingerie modeling. If you know what that is, then you are one step ahead of me. I'd never heard of it.

Here in town, and it’s a small town, there are several lingerie shops that offer the service. According to Jason the way this worked is you, and by that I mean typically a man, would pay anywhere from fifty to a hundred dollars to have a woman strip and dance for you in a private room. It’s sort of like a lap dance that lasts an hour. The difference is that you are allowed to take off your clothes and do “whatever” you’d like as long as you don’t touch the dancer.

After a few weeks of thinking about it, he finally got up the nerve to check one of them out. I can’t begin to tell you how it went, that’s a story he’d have to share. I can tell you that he really enjoyed it. In fact, he said he went several times during the few months before we met. Jason ended his story with, “Of course, I haven’t been back since I started dating you.”

In that moment I knew things were going to change for us. I wasn’t sure at first how to use what I’d learned, but at least it was something. I finally knew something that he really liked. He even admitted that he still fantasized about it.

I wanted to know everything … what happens when you go in, how it starts, how it ends. I was asking questions faster than he could answer them. Unfortunately he started to get uncomfortable again. It was almost as if he thought my asking for details was a way of mocking him. He began to get quiet and share time was over.

I spent the next few days wondering what to do. Further attempts to get him talking about this or anything else sexual had been unsuccessful. He was back to the old Jason.

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Old 02-19-2010, 03:31 PM
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It was the middle of the week, I guess maybe a Thursday, when I decided I was asking the wrong person. If Jason didn’t want to talk about lingerie modeling, so be it. I started calling around town, discreetly asking questions until I found what I was looking for. There was a place about a mile and a half from our house that offered this service.

It took me about ten minutes to get there. It was another forty-five before I had the nerve to get out of the car and at least another fifteen spent pacing in the parking lot. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to go in and check it out or just wait outside for one of the girls to leave so I could talk to her. Either option would have probably given me all the information I needed, but in the end curiosity won out. I went inside.

At first glance things seemed fairly normal. It was a lingerie shop, big deal. The merchandise was maybe a bit more risqué than what you find at Victoria’s Secret, but nothing too shocking. I wandered around for a while, even did a little shopping. I had almost convinced myself that there was nothing more to see when a young man came out of one of the dressing rooms. On his way toward the door he spotted me and smiled. I was still lingering near the front of the store, afraid to go farther, so with only a slight detour he was standing next to me.

“You must be new, Sugar. I’ll have to catch you next time,” and he turned to leave. I was embarrassed and insulted … and extremely turned on. That was a feeling I’d have to analyze later. I’d come too far to back out now. As I headed for the counter one of the sales girls met me and walked me up.

“You find everything alright?” she asked.

“Well, no, not exactly.” There, I had opened the door. Now what was I going to say?!

The clerk just stood there, smiling sweetly, waiting for me to go on. Finally she prompted, “Is there something in particular you are looking for?”

My mind was screaming, “Check out and leave. Go before you make a fool of yourself.” I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and mumbled, “I called earlier asking about … modeling.”

I glanced up and could see she was fighting the urge to laugh. “Honey, if you want to model you will have to get over this shyness.”

“Oh, no, I … well, I came to … I mean I just wanted to,” too late, I was making a complete ass of myself.

“You came to watch? I take it this is your first time.” I nodded. “My name is Lisa. I’ll explain how things work and we’ll go from there, OK?” Again I nodded. Lisa grinned and went on. “All of the sales girls here are models. If you see one that interests you just let me know and we can work out something. I’ll be honest with you, some of my girls don’t like dancing for women, but we have several that should do just fine. The fee is $50 for thirty minutes or $75 for an hour, cash or credit, paid up front. The rules are simple; all arrangements are subject to the dancer’s consent and no touching whatsoever. Do you have any questions?”

“What exactly happens in there?” I whispered.

“I have no idea. What goes on behind those doors is strictly between the model and the customer … no windows and no cameras.” She winked as she said this. “There are emergency buttons for the girls in case a customer gets out of hand, but as long as you don’t touch, you can do whatever you want.”

“What if I just want to watch?”

Another wink as she said, “Everyone is ‘just here to watch’. Same price either way.”

“One more question, do you allow couples in?” This question seemed to surprise her, I guess because I’d come in alone.

“Yes, $100 for an hour. The selection of girls willing to do that is considerably smaller, but we do what we can to suit your tastes.”


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Lisa seemed a little uncomfortable at this point. It was almost as if she was disappointed. By now I was well beyond embarrassed. I had reached a point where I figured there was no sense in holding back anymore. The truth is I was feeling … naughty.

I glanced down at the floor and then slowly let my eyes move up the length of her body. I couldn’t help but grin at the way she was shifting from one foot to the other, her heels sliding out of the black patent leather stilettos with each step. I felt so powerful. It was incredible knowing that I was making her nervous. I lingered at her tanned calves, the firm muscles accentuated by the heels she was wearing. Her skin was smooth, almost silky, and I felt myself wanting to touch it, to see if it felt as soft as it looked. Traveling higher, I was disappointed that her slim black skirt fell just a few inches above her knees. Would the muscles in her thighs be as well defined as her calves? Would the skin be as silky? I closed my eyes for a moment as I tried to imagine those thighs ... imagining her full hips straining against the fabric of her skirt. Opening my eyes once more, I traced the buttons of her fitted pink blouse, my eyes finally reaching her breasts. I stopped, staring boldly. I’d never really thought of any woman sexually, but I was fascinated. I could feel my cheeks burning. As she shifted uncomfortably her breasts moved, pulling against the fabric of her blouse, parting the fabric around the button that rested between them. They were high and full, I would guess probably a c-cup and I could see them quivering slightly with each breath she took.

I don’t know how long I stood there staring at her. It couldn’t have been more than a minute or two though it felt like an eternity. I heard her gasp, almost like a soft moan, and then I heard my own breath catch as I watched her nipples harden. I felt dizzy. I couldn’t think of anything but her … how much I wanted my hands on her, cupping her breasts as my thumbs circled her nipples. My own were throbbing. Without thinking I slid my right hand up, covering my breast, sliding against it to ease the pain.

This was unlike any sexual experience I’d ever had with a man. Lisa was aroused and I knew what she was feeling. I knew her breasts felt full and tight. I knew that her nipples ached to be touched. I could imagine she was feeling that little tickling sensation in the small of her back, that her pussy was trembling as it began to open. I knew exactly what she needed and I desperately wanted to give it to her.

I glanced up and realized that she was staring at me in much the same way. She could tell I was just as turned on as she was. Her dark, chocolaty brown hair was almost the same shade as mine, but when she finally looked up at me I noticed her eyes for the first time. They were a dusty green, almost gray. Below them, her nose was sprinkled with tiny freckles. She was breathtaking. I smiled slowly and asked if she ever modeled.

“Sometimes,” she said with a grin. “Today, though, you should start slow. Anyone here interest you?”

I tried to hide my disappointment as I looked around the shop. There was an attractive blonde standing near a rack of silk robes. She looked to be about 5’10”, tanned and thin. She had long legs, unbelievably long, and large, high breasts. She wasn’t at all my type. Even the realization that I had a “type” was unnerving, but I let it go for now. I figured the less I was attracted to her, the more objective I could be about the experience. I pointed her out to Lisa, who went over to make the arrangements.

Lisa came back to the counter a few minutes later as the blonde headed to the back. “Sharon is going to get things ready. Do you want a half or the full hour?”

“Half,” I replied and paid in cash. I also paid for the lingerie I’d selected so that I could leave as soon as the show was over.

Lisa walked me back to the room and knocked on the door. As she opened it to let me in she said, “Sharon will explain it from here,” then, turning to Sharon, “She’s a first timer so walk her through it. We definitely want her to come back.” She winked at me and then closed the door behind her, leaving us alone.

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Desperate not to make eye contact, I started to survey the room. It was small, maybe 8’ x 10’. The room was dim, lit by two small table lamps. One of the tables also held a boom box. That surprised me, although I don’t know what I was expecting. Across the room were a wooden garden bench and a small side table.

“Why don’t you have a seat? I’m Sharon, by the way.”

“Thanks,” was all I managed as I headed for the bench.

“Before we start I’ll give you the tour,” she said with a grin. This made me smile.

“Basically, I’m going to stand here and dance for you. You are more than welcome to remove any clothing you like. You can do whatever you want as long as you stay on that side of the room. On the table you’ll find an assortment of oils, lubricants, tissues and moist towelettes in case you need them. We also have a selection of vibrators and dildos, but of course you’d have to purchase it and take it with you when you go. In the future, feel free to bring anything you need with you.” She took a deep breath and smiled. “That’s the full tour. Do you have any questions?”

“No,” I whispered.

“Are you interested in purchasing any … toys before we get started?”

“No, thank you.”

And with that, she started the music. I sat there silently for several minutes watching her. I had noticed that Sharon started a timer just after she started the music. She wore a short gray skirt and a red cardigan sweater. It only took a few minutes for her to strip down to the black leather bustier and matching thong beneath. Sharon had a deep tan, and when the leather was peeled away there were no tan lines on her body. Her breasts were large, a D cup at least, and very firm. The nipples were large and dark, making me wonder if she was truly a blond. As she removed her thong, the question was answered and I glanced away to hide my disappointment. The dark curls were shaved into a thin strip leading down to her full lips. I have to admit I’d never realized how sexy a strip tease could be. Once that was over, however, I started to lose interest. Like I said, Sharon wasn’t really my type.

I spent the next several minutes thinking about Jason. I honestly couldn’t picture my shy guy stripping down in front of a complete stranger, much less masturbating. I tried to imagine how it would look from Sharon’s point of view. Just the idea of standing in front of him, making him want me, watching him touching in response to me was making me hot. I knew stripping for him would please him. I just didn’t know if I had the nerve to do it. One thing was certain, I was so worked up, he'd be lucky if I didn't mount him the minute he walked through the door.

I glanced at the timer and decided to go even though I had ten minutes left. I thanked Sharon on my way out and left a tip for her with Lisa. I was pleased when Lisa promised that she’d be available on my next visit. She was definitely my type.

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Back at home, my mind was on Jason. I had a lasagna in the oven, but I was planning to have him before dinner. In the meantime, I set the table and opened a bottle of wine to let it breathe. With everything in place, I went to the living room to wait.

When Jason pulled into the driveway my pulse began to race. I stood up and slipped back into my brown leather high heels. I went to the foyer and met him as he came in the front door.

“Hey, baby. Something smells good. Been cooking?”

“Mmm, hmm,” was all the response I gave as I slid my arms around him and stretched up for a kiss.

“Mmmm … I missed you, too.”

I kissed him again, slowly, as I started to unbutton his shirt. Jason slid his hands down to my ass as we began to work our way into the living room. When we reached the couch, he leaned forward, trying to encourage me to lie down. I stood my ground and pulled away. I could see the question in his eyes as I slid his shirt off and tossed it aside. He grinned and reached for the buttons of my blouse but I pushed his hands away, causing the confusion to return to his face.

Shaking my head no, I kissed him again as I unbuckled his belt and began to unfasten his slacks. He seemed to have caught on, because he slipped his shoes off and in a practiced move managed to remove his socks as well. I slid my hands inside the waist band of his boxers and started to push them down, slacks and all.

Jason stepped out of his pants, now completely nude, and again reached for the buttons on my blouse. This time I spanked his hand and pushed him back onto the couch as I stepped away.

As he watched, I slowly began to unbutton my blouse. My hands were trembling so it took longer than it should have which made me even more nervous. When the last button finally gave way, I dropped my arms to my sides and let the buttery yellow fabric slip to the floor.

Glancing again at Jason, I reached behind my back to unzip my brown suede skirt. I realized he wasn’t watching my hands the way I had assumed he would. He was staring at my chest. I knew I was blushing, but tried desperately not to give in to my nerves. As I unzipped my skirt, I arched my back slightly, causing the white lace bra to drag against my skin. My nipples hardened in response and Jason took a deep ragged breath.

Grinning, I turned my back to him and pushed the snug suede down over my hips, letting it fall to the floor. I stepped out, catching the fabric with one foot and kicking it aside. I glanced back over my shoulder and Jason was still staring, though now at the little white thong I was wearing. My hair was still up from work, so with both hands, I began to take it down, letting it fall in soft waves down my back.

I reached up and pulled my hair over one shoulder as I looked over the other at Jason. He was stroking his cock as I reached up and unfastened my bra. I used my hands to hold the fabric over my breasts and turned again to face him. He was still stroking his cock as he stared at my hands. I pulled them back just enough to let my bra slide away, but keeping my breasts hidden from view.

When I cupped my breasts and began to gently knead them, Jason let out a hoarse moan and began jerking his cock faster. The sound made my nipples hard and I moaned in response. Just as I looked up, Jason caught my gaze and the look in his eyes was fierce. He was staring at me with an almost violent desire and I was mesmerized. I stood there, frozen, watching the need burning in his eyes.

In a deep mumble, he said, “Take them off.”

The words didn’t register at first as I stared at him, my shy guy, sitting there completely nude and masturbating watching me. I was painfully aroused.

Again, louder this time, he said, “Take them off.”

I grinned and slipped my thumbs inside the satin straps on each hip. I slid my panties down a few inches, just enough to expose a few dark caramel curls. I stopped there, watching him as he continued to pull on his cock, breathing hard as he tried not to lose control.

With his teeth clenched, Jason groaned and said, “Take those fucking panties off, now.”

I jumped at his command and bit my lip as I tried to control my own body’s response. I was so close to orgasm I was shaking and he hadn’t even touched me yet.

I looked up and saw the desperate plea in his eyes as Jason whispered, “Now.”

I couldn’t wait any longer. I pushed my panties down over my hips and stepped out of them. I took a step toward the couch and Jason leaned forward, grabbing my thighs and pulling me forward, guiding me onto his lap. I kneeled over him, one knee resting on each side of his legs, until I was straddling him.

Jason grabbed my hips and pulled me down hard onto his cock, burying every inch in one deep thrust. In that moment I was lost as instinct took over. I rode him hard and fast, slamming down onto his cock again and again until I was over the edge. I didn’t stop until I’d cum, oblivious to everything but my own needs.

Completely spent, I lay against his chest and closed my eyes. Within minutes he was snoring softly. I gave in to my own exhaustion and went to sleep as well.

By the time we woke up, the lasagna was crispy, so we skipped dinner that night and went to bed early, for round two.

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It was almost two weeks before I made another trip to the shop. I had put it off as long as I could to give the first experience plenty of time to sink in. In fact, in the time since my first encounter it seemed to be all I could think about, particularly Lisa. She had begun to haunt not only my dreams, but my fantasies as well. I tried several times to examine what it was that make her my type. Anytime I allowed her into my thoughts I became painfully aroused and all objectivity was gone. The only thing I had been able to determine for sure was that I wanted her. Frankly, it scared the hell out of me.

I pushed these thoughts aside as I pulled into the parking lot. I quickly made my way to the door. One deep, steadying breath and I went inside.
I spotted Lisa immediately. She glanced up from the table where she was folding clothes. She smiled, a slight nod indicating welcome, and she went back to what she was doing.

Glancing around the room, I decided to do some shopping before I went any farther. This time, however, I made sure to examine the sales girls as well as the merchandise. I began picking out items that I thought would look good on one girl or another. The blonde from my last visit would look incredible in the pink lace teddy and garters. Her long legs were perfect for it. I could picture her in it, complete with stockings and heels. The redhead in the corner I pictured in the emerald green bra and matching thong.

I could feel Lisa watching me as I moved from rack to rack, selecting items with a particular model in mind. From the way the others were looking at me, I could tell they had guessed what I was doing.

Once I had dressed each girl in my mind, I turned to look at Lisa again. My intention was to do the same with her. There was an outfit I’d found earlier that I wanted to “see” her in. I walked back to the rack containing the white cotton camisole and tiny g-string. As I picked it up I thought again how the simple, almost innocent style would look on her. The sweet, virginal ensemble, coupled with her dark, mysterious sensuality would have a striking effect.

I glanced back at Lisa, planning to dress her as I had done the others. My eyes swept down the length of her body again and again. Finally, unable to picture her in the outfit I had selected, I let my gaze fall to her hands. I noticed she nervously ran the tips of her fingers along the hem of her skirt. She was shifting from foot to foot again. I wanted to look at her breasts, knowing they would be pressing against her blouse with each movement. I tried to will myself to look up, teasing myself with the notion that her nipples were probably hard by now. I just couldn’t seem to stop watching her hands.

I began to fantasize about kneeling in front of her. My hands were trembling with the need to touch her as I imagined covering her hands with mine. Slowly, I would move our hands up to her waist, sliding her skirt up with them. My fingertips burned as if feeling the sensation of gliding along her thighs. I held my breath, frozen in place; staring at the black silk panties I imagined her wearing. My eyes followed the black lace trim from her waist, down to where it disappeared between her legs. Slowly I began to breathe again, catching the faint scent of her, as I noticed the fabric was darker there. Unconsciously licking my lips, I slid my right hand down along the front of her thigh until my thumb could reach the dark spot. I couldn’t help but moan softly as I felt it, confirming what I had somehow already known. She was wet … for me.

The spell was broken as Sharon tapped me on the shoulder. It took a moment to realize she was speaking to me. I cleared my throat, trying to concentrate on her words. Gradually I began to realize what she was saying.

“Some of our customers prefer to have models try on several outfits they’ve selected. If there is anything you’d like to see, just let Lisa know and she’ll carry it back for you.”

I blushed, knowing she had indeed guessed what I’d been doing, and whispered a quick, “Thank you.”

I closed my eyes for a moment to collect my thoughts. Deciding it was time for action, I carried the items I had picked out for myself up to the counter.
Lisa greeted me with a knowing smile. “Would you like to see any of these before you buy?”

“No, but I may be interested in seeing something else before I go.”

She winked as she asked, “Do you have anyone in particular in mind?”

The fantasy that gripped me earlier now flittered through my mind. Feeling that perhaps I wasn’t quite ready to face my attraction for Lisa, I replied, “I was hoping that little redhead in the corner might be available.” I expected shock and perhaps even hoped for a little disappointment. I certainly wouldn’t have imagined the look of outrage on Lisa’s face. She opened her mouth and then closed it again, as if she were unsure what to say.

Feeling suddenly bold, I leaned close to her and whispered, “I’m still testing the waters a bit … saving what I really want until I’m sure that I’m ready to play.” This seemed to settle her nerves slightly, though she still appeared somewhat indignant. Personally, I was relieved to find that she was as affected by me as I was by her.

Lisa rang up my purchases and, of course, the cost of my half hour. She then walked over to make arrangements with the redhead. I watched the two talking and as Lisa left her to return to the counter, the redhead walked over to the rack with the emerald green outfit. She carried it to the back, winking at me as she passed the counter.

“You’ve created quite a stir,” Lisa commented as she stepped behind the register.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

She grinned and said, “Apparently the girls have been watching you and trying to guess who you would pick. It seems Sharon was quite certain you would choose her again.”

I could feel my cheeks getting warm and silently cursed myself for blushing. “Is that so?”

“Indeed.” As she warmed to the subject, her earlier anger seemed to disappear. “In fact, Jesse, the redhead you selected, has never agreed to model for a female customer before, though she’s been asked a number of times.”

By this time there was no point trying to fight the color that was now burning my cheeks. I decided to give in to it and simply said, “I’m very flattered. I’ll have to be sure and thank her.” I grinned at Lisa and then winked at her for good measure.

I could see a flash of the previous anger return to her eyes as she said, “Follow me,” and led me to the back.

As Lisa opened the door I stepped around her, letting my hand slide against her hip in the process. I turned back to her, said, “Thank you, Lisa,” and then closed the door before she could respond. I was really beginning to enjoy teasing her.

Jesse spoke from behind me, “Make yourself comfortable. My name is Jesse. Is there anything I can get you?”

I turned to face her and realized she was gesturing to the cabinet where the various toys were displayed. “No, thank you. By the way, Lisa mentioned you don’t generally model for women. I appreciate you making an exception for me.”

Jesse blushed which, if you’ve never seen a redhead blush, I can assure you is an incredible sight. Her pale cheeks turned a soft pink and her freckles seemed to darken as well. She said, almost whispering, “I’ve been watching you since you came in. I asked a few of the girls about you and Sharon said you’d been here before. She said you were … different.”

The blush on her cheeks deepened as it began to travel down her neck. Although I would have been willing to say that redheads were definitely not my type, I was suddenly very glad I had chosen her. The idea that this sweet creature was blushing at every turn, yet would soon be stripping for me was an incredible turn on. In fact, I had a feeling that this time it would take a great deal of will power to “just watch.”

I walked over to the bench as I asked her, “What did she say made me different, if you don’t mind my asking?” I settled in and watched as she seemed to ponder the question.

“She said it was hard to explain, but that … well, it was as if you hadn’t come here looking to … it was like you came out of curiosity and you seemed surprised that you were actually turned on.”

I grinned at her and said, “I know what you mean and I’d say that was a pretty accurate description.”

Jesse seemed to relax a little. She smiled and said, “Just let me know when you are ready to begin.”

This time it was my turn to blush. “Sorry. Please, whenever you are ready.”
She grinned again and then turned to start the music. This time, however, I noticed she didn't start the timer. I checked my watch but quickly returned my attention to her as she started to move.

It was the most amazing thing I had ever seen. Jesse continued to blush, the color traveling down along her chest, disappearing beneath her wine colored shirt. She even giggled nervously now and then. The floral skirt she wore fell mid calf, and the soft flowing fabric moved with her body. Blushing or not, the way she moved was anything but shy.

She spent what seemed like an eternity unbuttoning her blouse. After each button she would slide it open a bit and then let it fall back closed. When the last button was undone I held my breath. Then she turned her back to me. She continued to move as she let her blouse slip off of one shoulder and then the other. She turned to face me, the blouse still hanging on her arms.

Jess began to move closer until she was standing directly in front of me. I was breathing heavily, each breath catching the sweet scent of her perfume. She reached down, taking my hands and guiding them to where the blouse rested in the crook of her elbows. She let her hands fall away as I slowly pulled the blouse off.

I could tell she was watching me but I couldn’t pull my eyes away from her breasts. The freckles on her chest were lighter and there were fewer of them. I had always been self conscious about my own freckles but seeing hers pepper her creamy white skin was hypnotizing. I wondered what it would be like to kiss each one, the hours it would take to give each tiny freckle a taste. She was wearing the green bra I had chosen for her earlier. It looked even better than I had imagined. Two tiny satin straps traced the line down from her shoulders to the lace cups. It was the sort of bra that rides just along the top of each nipple, teasing you with the knowledge that it is right there, yet still hidden from view. I wondered if there were freckles hiding behind it.

Jesse leaned closer, whispering against my ear, "Tell me what you want."
I was still staring at her nipples pressing against the fabric as I said, "I want to touch you."

I could hear her moan softly as she pulled away, again standing before me. She took my hands, this time guiding them to her shoulders. I slid my fingers down the length of the straps a few times, not quite reaching her breasts before I'd move them back up. When I couldn't wait any longer, I pulled them off of her shoulders. The lace shifted against her nipples and my own hardened in response.

I looked up at her then, silently asking for permission. She smiled softly and I could see the desire burning in her eyes.

Pulling my hands away, I sat back and smiled. I wasn't here to touch, I was here to learn. I kept telling myself that, but my body didn't want to hear it. She glanced down at my hands as I folded them in my lap. When her eyes once again found mine, I could see the question burning there.

"I don't think I'm ready to ..."

I let the confession linger in the air as she nervously giggled. She stepped back, just out of reach, and moved to unfasten the bra. As she did, the lacy cups loosened and then fell away. I couldn't breathe. Her breasts were incredible. The milky white skin was completely covered in freckles. She began to dance again and the movement caused her breasts to sway slightly, setting a gentle rhythm that quickly had me entranced. I finally started to breathe again, but my head was spinning. The need to touch her nipples, to taste them, almost overwhelmed me. I realized I'd never seen a natural redhead naked before. The area around her nipples had almost no color at all. The freckles just seemed to stop there, framing her rigid white nipples, drawing my attention and holding it. I reached up and began to rub my own nipples, feeding the tension in my body as I imagined touching hers.

Jess moaned softly and my body shivered slightly in response to the sound. I looked up and realized she was watching my hands. I pulled them away and once again folded them in my lap. Her gaze followed my hands and then moved up to search my eyes.

My body was on fire, my head was clouded with thoughts of the beautiful woman in front of me, and I had no idea what to do.

"I want to see the rest of you .... I need to see you ...," I whispered.

Turning her back to me once again, Jesse slowly unzipped her skirt. The soft fabric fell slowly to the floor. I followed it down, watching it puddle around her ankles, grinning as she stepped out of her skirt and gently kicked it out of the way.

By the time my eyes began to travel back up, she had turned once again to face me. I knew from the tiny triangle of green satin that she was wearing the thong I had selected for her. I tried to hide my disappointment at not getting a view of the back. Her soft giggles told me I hadn't hidden it well enough.

Leaning back, I forced myself to take a deep breath and stop obsessing over that bit of green. Trying to take it all in at once, I was even more turned on. Jess was stunning. Her entire body was covered in delicious little freckles. Her long hair was a light peachy red, what you might call a strawberry blond. Occasionally her movements would send the soft tresses down over her breasts, the tips of her hair brushing against her nipples as gently as a lover's tongue. Her narrow hips moved from side to side, keeping perfect time with the music, giving the driving rhythm an added sensuality.

My pulse was racing and I was breathing a bit too fast. My nipples were painfully hard and the slight friction from each breath shifting the fabric of my bra was excruciating. My legs were trembling and I could feel the moisture collecting between my thighs.

I wanted more.

Jess must have sensed it. She slowly turned her back to me, and for the first time, I saw her incredible ass. Her entire body was soft, feminine, and her ass was no exception. It was tight, but full, the rounded cheeks curving gently out from her thighs. The tiny straps of her panties came around her sides, low on her hips. In the center there was a small lace butterfly and below it an even smaller strip of satin that disappeared between her freckled flesh. The thong accentuated her curves, drawing attention to her perfectly sculpted silhouette. As she danced I followed the line of her body from head to toe again and again. Her hair swung back and forth, her narrow waist bending and curving as she moved her hips to the music.

The last song ended and when the tape stopped, the gentle click startled us both.

Jesse quickly turned to face me, and with a nervous giggle said, "That was a one hour tape. I guess I got carried away."

I smiled and took a shaky breath, relieved the spell was broken. "I think we both got a little carried away." I stood and was reaching for my purse when Jess grabbed my wrist.

"I didn't actually finish ... I mean ... well, I could finish if you want."

I glanced once again at that little triangle of green satin. I didn't know what to say, I just stared at it, wondering at what was beneath.

Finally, Jess slid her fingers down from my wrist, gently grasping my hand and guiding it to her hip. She whispered, "Do you want to see me?"

I could only nod, my gaze fixed on that bit of fabric. I placed my free hand on her other hip. I was holding my breath as I slid one finger of each hand beneath the tiny straps. I began to slide her panties down, kneeling as I pulled them along her legs, watching the shiny fabric drag against her skin.
As she stepped out of the panties, I glanced back up, and let out a deep moan. Her pussy was right in front of me. The neatly trimmed curls looked so soft, a slightly darker shade than the rest of her hair. Without thinking, I reached up to hold the back of her thighs and leaned forward, softly kissing the skin just above her dark peach curls. Jess let out a moan and leaned into me, sliding her hands into my hair.

Sighing softly, I looked up and stared into her soft green eyes, desire turning them a darker shade. I stood slowly, tracing my fingertips up the back of her thighs as I moved, flattening my palms against her soft behind. I stifled a moan as I gently cupped her ass, finding it just as firm and full as I imagined it would be.

Standing before her, I leaned close and whispered, "Thank you," against her ear, lightly kissed her cheek, then quickly walked out, pulling the door closed behind me.

Leaning against the door, I closed my eyes and took a several deep steadying breaths. Once in control again, I opened my eyes to find Lisa standing behind the counter watching me. I slowly made my way over to the counter and paid for the additional half hour.

Lisa looked puzzled as she asked, “Everything go OK in there?”
I smiled and said, “You should give that girl a raise.”

The anger quickly returned to her face and I couldn’t help but laugh softly as I turned and walked out of the store.

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