The day Jessica and I slipped into a lingerie boutique was such a sexy surprise, I’ve masturbated thinking about it several times since. We both love sexy underthings, so, picking up several sets, we went to the dressing rooms. Naturally I had to show her how mine looked, and vice versa, and after a few changes, we wound up in the same dressing room.

Jessica’s a beautiful brunette with a lovely face and body and large breasts with silver-dollar-size areolas and always-erect nipples. She’s a full-figured woman — large, but without an ounce of excess fat. I’d never seen her nude and found myself enjoying the close proximity to her lovely body. Her black pubic hair set off her white thighs and softly rounded belly.

I’m tall and slender, with long blonde hair, and am considered pretty. My breasts are pear-shaped, with areolas that always look swollen-suckable, my husband says. I keep my pussy trimmed close so my pussy lips will be bare. I like skimpy bikinis and think it’s sloppy to have pubic hair peeking out. It also allows my bottoms to slip up into my crevice and show off my pussy sometimes. I love to tease men and women.

Jessica was fascinated by my shaved pubic hair and kept telling me how she loved the look. I loved the praise, and offhandedly offered to trim hers if she wished. That got a low chuckle from her.

She had trouble snapping the crotch piece of a teddy and asked for my help. I knelt before her and finally fastened the stubborn snaps, but not before my hand had brushed against her meaty pussy lips several times. We both saw her juices gleaming on my hand.

“I’m sorry,” Jessica whispered in apology.

“Don’t be. I’m wet too!” I smiled up at her. Looking her directly in the eye, I put my hand to my mouth and slowly licked her salty juices from my hand. “Delicious.” She looked surprised, then laughed. I stood up and tried on another set of undies. The sheer, lace-trimmed panties and bra were almost transparent.

“I like those on you. Look in the mirror,” Jessica said, her voice husky. I turned, my back to her now. She reached around me and slid her hands over my breasts, molding the cloth to me. My knees trembled. “Perfect — they’re like a second skin. Look how your nipples peak up. The bottom hugs your pussy, too. It needs to be a little higher.” She tugged slightly and the gossamer cloth slid up into my pussy, rubbing softly against my clitoris. I moaned. She ran a finger slowly up my slit, pressing the cloth fully into my crevice.

“Do you ladies—” a voice with a thick French accent began, then stopped abruptly. It was the owner. Her face broke into a smile as she took in the scene — Jessica pressed against my back with one hand at my crotch and a finger disappearing inside my pussy. “I will see you are not disturbed,” she said. She left, closing the outer door softly.

“God, look at us!” Jessica said, looking in the mirror. We were reflected in multiple images — two lovely ladies in an embrace. Jessica’s finger continued to slip up and down my thinly clad slit, nudging my throbbing clitoris. Reaching back, I slipped the crotch of her teddy aside and slid a finger between her slick lips and into her hot pussy. She kissed and licked my neck. I turned and we kissed hard, our tongues thrusting. I couldn’t remember ever being so hot. My small breasts thrust against her full, soft ones. Her erect nipples rubbed my sensitive areolas.

Almost frantic with need, I peeled off Jessica’s panties, pressed her back on the bench and thrust my face deep into her crotch. She was soaking wet, and the scent of her aroused pussy was an unneeded aphrodisiac. Without thinking, I slid two, then three fingers inside her. Then I made a cone of my hand and thrust it up into her slick pussy while my lips found her clitoris.

Jessica began to gasp as I devoured her clit and finger-fucked her. She slid to the edge of the bench, and I pressed my face hard against her liquid core. She came, stifling a cry, her hands beating a tattoo on my shoulders. I tasted her salty juices as her pussy grasped my thrusting hand, and then she went slack.

“I can’t believe we did that — here!” Jessica gasped.

“Sorry?” I asked, stroking her soft thigh.

“God, no! I wanted it. Let me do you.” Jessica pulled my face up and kissed me. She licked my lips, which were still wet with her pussy juices. I was hot, but I wanted it at home, in privacy. We dressed. We each bought a number of sets of lingerie under the smiling gaze of the owner, who invited us back “anytime.” Her eyes devoured us.

I drove with Jessica next to me with her back to the door. At the first stop-light, she raised her skirt and began to masturbate. “Just to keep the motor running, darling,” she explained. “I’m going to eat your beautiful pussy, and then we’ll go into a lovely sixty-nine. I’ve wanted you for such a long time.”

“But what will my husband say, madam?” I quipped, my pussy burning at the thought of her tongue inside me.

“He’ll love it. He’ll want to watch. Much later, after I get my fill of you — if I ever do — we can invite the men in. I love to be fucked from behind while a woman licks me. You’ll like it too — ohh!” She stopped abruptly, closed her eyes and gasped as she climaxed.

I pushed down hard on the accelerator. We almost flew home. Later I did fly again, and again, as Jessica’s knowing lips, tongue and fingers worked their magic on my pussy!