I met someone recently while golfing. Golf isn’t my thing really. It’s not that I don’t like golf, I’m just no good at it. People say I swing like a girl, but damn it all, I am a girl. But the guys at work talked me into playing for some charity thing, so I played. I much prefer a new golf app on my tablet that I recently discovered. There I just have to tap the screen … and it doesn’t matter if I tap like a girl.
After the game and a shower, I changed back into my street cloths. I wanted to see if I could get a latte to take out on my way to do some shopping.
I walked into the café in the clubhouse and saw a young woman about half my age sitting at a small table by the windows. She looked up at me as I entered and smiled, then looked disappointed. But that smile was the sweetest smile and when I saw it I was immediately drawn to her. She was sitting alone, so I said “what the hell” to myself and went over and introduced myself.
“Hi, mind if I sit?” I said, “I’m Joan, most people call me Joanie, though” And without really waiting for permission, I sat across from her.
“No, please, have a seat.” She said.
“Are you waiting for someone? I don’t want to intrude.”
“Oh no, I’ve just had a shitty day and thought a glass of wine would help. Would you like one?” She said. And without waiting for a reply signaled to the wait staff to bring another glass.
“Oh, why not, thank you.” I replied.
She didn’t strike me as “down” per se despite her confessing to a “shitty” day.
“Bad game on the course?” I queried, as I waited for the wait staff to bring me the wine.
“No, I don’t really play that much. I was to meet a friend but got ‘stood up’ I guess.”
“Oh men can be such bastards.” I commiserated.
“No, nothing like that … a girl friend of mine from school days. I haven’t seen her in years. But that’s okay ’cause you’re here now.” She said and gave me that brightest of smiles again.
Just then, the wait staff brought my glass of wine. I thanked her and took a sip.
“Mmmm, that’s nice.” I said. “You have good taste in wines.”
She smiled at me again and I briefly felt butterflies in my tummy.
We talked awhile about nothing in particular, just getting to know one another. She had a vibrant personality and was easy to talk to. Mostly, I think, because she was a great listener, putting up with me rambling on from time to time.
After awhile I took the last sip of my wine and looked at my watch.
I said, “Oh, look at the time, I’m really sorry I’ve been boring you so. I was going lingerie shopping when I saw you and just had to say hello. Maybe we could get together for coffee or another glass of wine sometime.”
“Please don’t apologize; I’ve loved every minute talking with you. You’ve lifted my spirits from being jilted. And I would love to see you again … you’re such an interesting woman.”
That made me blush. And then I had an inspiration.
“Look, do you like to shop?”
“What girl doesn’t?” She replied.
“Ok, come with me.” I said, and as I stood, I gently grabbed her wrist pulling her up from her chair.
“You’re coming shopping with me. I know this delightful little shop for ‘intimate things’ near here and you’re going help me pick out some sexy undies.” I smiled.
She was taken aback and looked sort of like a deer caught in the head lights.
“Oh no, really, I couldn’t.” She said. “I’ll just head home …”
“Ridiculous, you need cheering up. What better way than shopping? Even if its just helping me shop.”
“Well Ok, if you’re sure I’m not …”
“Not another word, I’ll get the bar tab.” I said as we walked over to the cash register and I paid the bill.
“Do you have a car? We can take mine and I can drop you back later. It’s not that far, just 10 minutes or so from here.” I offered.
“No, I got an Uber to get here.”
Fifteen or twenty minutes later we entered Marie’s lingerie shop. I’d known Marie for quite some time and loved the sexy underwear she carried in her store.
“I just love all the beautiful things in here. And it smells so nice. What is that scent?” My new found friend said as we went toward the back of the shop. I gave Marie a little wave as we went past the check out counter. Marie was helping another woman.
“Can I help you with anything Joanie?” She said as we passed.
“”No, honey, we’re fine. Just browsing.”
I took my new friend by the arm and guided her to a rack of very lacy and skimpy bras, panties, and garter belts, teddies, etc.
“What size are you.” I asked.
“Oh no, I’m not getting anything.” She said.
“Don’t be silly. Even if you don’t buy anything, you’re trying things on with me. What better way to lift your spirits? Besides, it’ll be fun.” I told her.
“Well, alright. I’m a 34C bra.”
“Small in panties, right?” I asked. She nodded affirmation.
“Here look at this.” I said as I pulled a black lace bra from the rack. “This would look so sexy on you!”
“I’m really more of a sports bra kind ‘o girl.” She protested.
“Nonsense. And here, this thong matches that bra perfectly.” I said as I handed her the items.
“Oh here’s a gorgeous push up in beige and the lace looks so delicate. Here, hold this. And this sheer see-through will make jaws drop” I declared as I handed her another hanger. “Hmmm … we’ll try these panties too.”
Sometimes I can be a little overwhelming; she just stood there at a loss.
“Now help me find a few things.”
“Uh, what size?” She asked.
“38 D. Double D, sometimes, depending on the bra. Nothing padded … I hate padded bras. My boobs are big enough as is … too big, I think, sometimes. They give me a lot of grief with the guys; you know what I mean?” I told her. “Medium panties. Love thong and tanga panties.”
She pulled a pale yellow bra from the rack and held it up to show me.
“Nice, but no lace. I love lace. Lots of lace. Has to have lace.” I said and gave her my biggest smile.
She replied with her own smile which gave me those butterflies again and a little tingle ‘down there’ … if you know what mean?
“That’s perfect.” I said as she held up a deep purple bra and panties set. “Love that color too. Need something in black and maybe even something pink or cream.”
She went back to looking through bras, still seeming a little bewildered by me.
“Here’s something for you. You’d look smashing.” I said as I held up a sheer teddy. “This should fit you.”
After a few more minutes of pulling sexy undies off the racks, I said, “Ok, now we have try these on. Changing rooms are over here, come on.”
I guided her over to the nearest door – Maries has individual private changing rooms, not a hallway with curtained off spaces. I opened the door and ushered my new friend inside.
“You’re not bashful, are you?” I said as I followed her in and locked the door behind us.
“Ahhh, well, ahhh … I guess not.” She stammered.
“Great. Get your top off … I can’t wait to see that sexy black lace bra on you.” I said and smiled at her.
She turned her back to me and pulled her tank up over her head. That’s when I realized she was shy, after all. Of course in the small room with mirrors on three walls no matter which way she turned I was going to see her naked and with that thought, the butterflies and tingles were back. Big time!
Next, she pulled her sports bra up over her head – she wasn’t kidding about the sports bra – and I almost gasped when I saw her perfect breasts. Her nipples were instantly hard from the cool air in the shop.
“Here like me hook that up for you.” I said as she pulled on the black lace bra.
“My gawd, you’re so sexy in that!” I said looking over her shoulder at her image in the mirror.
I brazenly took her shoulder length dark hair and pulled it back behind her ears and let my fingertips brush the tops of her shoulders. I sensed a little shiver that seemed to run through her.
She smiled that enchanting smile again. “Hmmm … it is sort of sexy. I like it. A lot.”
I leaned in close, my head very close to hers and said, “then it’s yours.”
“Oh no it’s too much; I never spend this much on undies.” She protested.
“My treat and before you try to say no … I won’t listen.” I said and put my hands over my ears. And started chanting “Na na na na …” like a defiant child who won’t listen to her parents.
She turned around and said “I don’t even know you and I can’t let you buy me …”
I just shook my head “no”
“I’m not listening … I’m buying you that bra … can’t hear you!” I said as she continued to protest.
“Oh thank you.” She finally said as she went up on tip toes and planted a brief kiss on my lips.
That tingling ‘down there’ suddenly became more intense and I blushed terribly. I knew I was blushing because of the mirrors all around us.
“Oh I’m sorry … I just got carried away. Are you mad?” She said with a little bit of a pout.
“No no, not at all … it was kinda nice.” I said with a slight tremble in my voice.
“Well then, it’s your turn to try on something.” She said, and with that, she reached down and pulled my blouse up over my head. “Turn around.” She commanded, albeit gently
She took me by the shoulders and gently turned me, then unhooked my bra and pulled the straps down my arms. As the bra fell to the floor I heard her gasp.
“Oh shit! They’re beautiful!”
My nipples became instantly erect (the cold air, remember?) … oh, and they’re rather large too, so they really stand out.
“I want to touch them … oh gawd I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to …”
I turned, took her hands in mine, and placed them on my breasts. “It’s ok … just be careful … my nipples are extremely sensitive – in a good way.” I smiled.
Her hands felt so warm as she gently squeezed my breasts.
“They’re so beautiful and … and big! I’m so jealous.” She said and without thinking she squeezed my nipples between her fingertips a bit which made me squeal and squirm.
“I shouldn’t be doing …” she started to say as I leaned in and my lips pressed against hers which prevented her from completing the sentence. We both moaned and I pulled her bra straps down over her shoulders.
She pulled her head back. “I can’t believe I’m doing …”
“Shhhh …” I said as I cupped her delightful breasts and placed my lips on hers again. My tongue darted into her mouth and danced in little circles with her tongue. Then, I put my arms around her waist and pulled her close, our breasts smashing together. My nipples aching with delight.
I moved my hands down her back until they reached the waistband of her skirt which I pushed down as far as I could giving my fingers access to her lovely ass checks. My hands explored the crack and my fingers rimmed the little pucker there.
She moaned louder, our mouths still locked in a passionate kiss. I pulled away momentarily.
“Not too loud … we in a store.” I whispered.
Then I felt fingers tugging at my skirt. It slid over my hips and down my legs. I wasn’t wearing panties. Then those same fingers began to explore my smooth shaved mound. Slowly they crept lower until her fingers were pushing my pussy lips apart.
My belly was turning to fire with exquisite waves of pleasure pulsing down to my suddenly eager pussy.
“Oh gawd … ” I moaned as softly as I could. “You’re making me so wet!”
“Hmmm … I can feel it. So slippery … I want to taste you. Please?”
“Oh yes!” I said and moved to sit on the padded bench in the changing room. I spread my legs shamelessly and pulled her head to my wanton cunt.
Her tongue sought out my turgid clit … electricity shot through me the instant she connected. She flicked it fast over my nub making me squirm in ecstasy. My clit gets rather large when aroused; it’s like a tiny cock. She sucked it into her mouth and started bobbing her head up and down and I almost screamed. I slapped both hands over my mouth as I experienced one of the most mind shattering orgasms of my life.
I was panting like a bitch in heat … my legs squeezed her head so tight I thought I might hurt her, but she kept going. I felt her fingers bury deep inside me, one, two, three fingers, I couldn’t tell. It just felt so fucking good!
Then she began pumping her hand or fist, whatever, inside me while continuing to suck on my swollen clit. I came again. And again. Then it was just one long continuous mind blowing orgasm. I think I passed out or something. When I came down she was hugging me, kissing my face, my neck, my breasts … I could smell my cum on her. Her face was wet with it.
“Oh my gawd thank you!”. I said as soon as I was able speak. “That was the best orgasm I ever had. Did I make a lot of noise?”
“I put my hand over your mouth. I was afraid I would smother you though. So you liked it?”
I hugged her and whispered in her ear how much I loved every mind blowing second of it. And her.
“Now it’s your turn.” I said as I moved her to the bench in my place. I reached over and grabbed my purse, pulling out my “travel dildo” – a 7 inch realistic cock with built in vibe.
I didn’t think she saw me extract the silicone cock from my bag, but I wanted to start with my mouth anyway. I pulled her skirt off the rest of the way and then tugged at her panties. They were clearly drenched as they slid down her legs on to the floor. She spread her legs as invitation to me so I leaned in and took in the alluring fragrance of her dripping wet sex. And it tasted even better than it smelled.
I lapped up her juices as she moaned with delight. When my tongue reached her throbbing clit she began to squeal.
“Not too loud.” I cautioned. She put both hands over mouth just as I had done to suppress my own sounds of bliss.
While my tongue raced back and forth over her clit, I grabbed the dildo, gave the knob a twist to start the vibrator, and pressed it between her swollen pussy lips. It buried deep in her cunt with almost no effort; she was so slippery and wet. She squealed with delight as it bottomed out in her pussy. Her hips began to buck as I pumped the artificial cock in and out. I keep sucking her clit, as best I could, then bit it gently with my teeth. She was bucking so hard she slid off the bench onto the floor, but I kept pumping her with the dildo faster and faster. However, I lost purchase on her clit and had to let go, afraid I might bite too hard as her hips thrashed out of control on the carpet. She was so wet the dildo was making a loud slurping sound as it went in and out and I thought everyone in the store would surely hear the naughty noise.
When she came, her whole body went rigid and she shook uncontrollably. I kept pumping her and delighting in her pleasure. Slowly she came down from that mystical place only a woman can know and I slowly withdrew the plastic cock. But I put it in my mouth to taste her yummy juices before putting it down.
“Oh fuck! That was wonderful … thank you, thank you, thank you!” She said, sounding out of breath.
I lay down beside her on the carpeted floor and just hugged her, feeling the warmth of her and relishing the sound of her breathing as it slowed gradually.
“I think you just became my new best friend, Joanie.” She whispered in my ear as I gently kissed her neck. My hands were roaming over her breasts and gently squeezing her nipples. She moaned again.
“Oh, I agree! Listen, let’s grab all the undies – I’m paying so put your purse away. If you don’t have any commitments for today, let’s head to my place … my hubby’s away all weekend camping with the kids. We can model the lingerie for each other, have some wine and see where things go from there. What d’ya say? You game?”
She gave me that alluring smile again and I knew we were going be best buds.
“Oh yes Joanie, it sounds wonderful!”
So we got dressed, paid for the lingerie and headed to my car.
The rest of the weekend was spent getting to know our new best friends so much better … each other.