8 comments/ 73467 views/ 30 favorites Heather's Shoe Shop Exposure By: Slutty63 This is my second submission to Literotica and I would really appreciate your comments and feedback. I think this story may well lend itself to further instalments. Saturday morning. I awoke early and had breakfast before getting ready to leave the house. All the time I felt the excitement and anticipation building inside me. Today I was starting a part-time job at a local shoe shop in the town. Nothing exciting about that you might think but I was hoping that this job would give me the chance to fulfil some of my wildest fantasies. I was 20 years old and a student at the local business school. I had recently completed my final exams in business studies and was waiting for the results which were due in about 8 weeks. I was still living at home with my parents but, if I passed my exams, a family friend had promised me a job in London. In the meantime I was working 4 nights a week waitressing at a local restaurant. This earned me enough money for nights out, etc. but when I saw the Saturday job advertised in the shoe shop I didn't hesitate – this wasn't about earning money, this was about acting out my fantasies. I was about 5'9" in height (tall for a girl) with short, bobbed blonde hair. I had long legs and a good figure, courtesy of the dance lessons I had been taking since I was little. I was pleased with my body and knew that others found me attractive. The thought that boys (or girls!) were attracted to me was a real turn-on and had probably contributed to my pronounced exhibitionist tendency; in short, I got off on 'accidentally' exposing myself to others. It had been like this for years. At school when the older girls played netball we generally attracted an audience of boys who would stand ogling us as we played. On these occasions I would always wear the shortest netball skirt I could get away with and would leap about energetically, seemingly lost in the game, but secretly aware that every time my skirt flipped up the spectators were getting a good look at my pants and bottom! I grew taller but kept the same skirt until the hem was practically level with my crotch and I was spending the whole game with my underwear on display until the sports teacher ordered me to wear a longer skirt. It was a huge turn-on and I could barely concentrate on the game knowing that all those eyes were feasting on the sight of my bottom. Often I would finish the game with damp panties and when I removed them in the changing rooms would find the crotch stained with my cum. The shoe shop seemed to me to offer the perfect opportunity for a little flashing but this wasn't the only thing that attracted me to the job. The manageress was a woman called Rachel Harper. She was a few years older than me, around 26 or 27 and her family was quite well known in the town. Her father owned 3 or 4 shoe shops in the area and he had placed Rachel in charge of this shop. In a small town like ours everyone knows everyone else's business and it was no secret that Rachel was a lesbian. She was an attractive woman, about 5'4" with dark, bobbed hair, brown eyes and a fantastic figure that she didn't try to hide in her tight skirt and blouse. When I entered the shop and asked about the job I found myself staring at her cleavage. The edge of her lacy bra was peaking above her blouse and I couldn't stop myself from wondering whether she was wearing matching panties. I could sense that she found me attractive too and I was offered the job there and then. For some time now I had found myself increasingly attracted to other women. What had started as bi-curiosity had moved towards full-on lesbianism. I was increasingly disinterested in boys and at college I had fantasised many times about some of the girls on my course. I lacked the courage to try anything on with them but surely this Saturday job would provide me with the opportunity to fulfil my desires? I took a long shower and then dressed for work. The shop had a dress code which was fortunately the same as my waitressing job so I didn't need to buy any new clothes. The uniform was white blouse, black skirt or trousers and black shoes. My blouse was quite sheer which meant that my white bra would be completely visible through the thin material. I had deliberately chosen an unpadded bra to give just a tantalising hint of my dark nipples. The skirt was very tight and rather short the hem finishing a good 6" above my knees. Underneath I wore a sheer white thong. I am a natural size 10 but I had bought these deliberately a size smaller; the material was practically see through and, although there was a small triangle of cotton at the crotch which just preserved my modesty, my neatly trimmed bush was clearly visible. The back string was pulled deep into the cleft of my bottom; a tiny triangle of material peeking just above my buttocks, and the front panel was obscenely tight around my crotch, the elasticated sides digging into the flesh of my hips. I wriggled into the skirt and closed the zipper at the side and then checked myself out in the mirror. The skirt was skin tight the black material stretched across my thighs and backside offering a great view of my round bottom. So tight was the skirt that the outline of my thong panties was just visible from behind. I practised moving in the skirt, bending down and then squatting down on my haunches, legs bent and knees together. I was pleased to note that the action of squatting caused the hem of my skirt to rise, exposing a little more of my thighs. I had shaved my legs to perfection; the weather was warm and I had no intention of wearing tights. A pair of black patent shoes with a short heel completed my outfit. Finally, a few dabs of my favourite perfume and I was ready to go. Slinging my bag over my shoulder I left the house and set off for work. It was about a 15 minute walk to the town centre and although there was a regular bus service I decided the walk would do me good. I strode along taking short, quick steps, every step causing my ass to jiggle within the tight confines of my skirt. It must have been a wonderful sight for anyone following me! I arrived at the shop at 08:45 and let myself in through the back door. I was the first to arrive except for Rachel who was in the rear of the shop. She was wearing a white blouse and a pair of extremely tight black trousers which showed off her round bottom. Her white bra was once again clearly visible through her sheer blouse. She greeted me as I entered looking pleased to see me. "Good morning Heather" she smiled "nice to see you here bright and early and ready to go." "Good morning Miss Harper" I replied "I wasn't sure how long it would take me to get here so I set off early." "Please call me Rachel" she replied. Her eyes were sweeping over me taking in my sheer blouse and my tight black skirt. It was obvious that she liked what she saw. "The other 2 girls will be here any time now but we have a little rule here. The new girl gets to make the first cup of coffee" she went on "the kitchen is just down the corridor and I'll have mine white with no sugar." I went to make the coffee. The kitchen was a small room with a sink, a kettle and a fridge. I filled the kettle and started it to boil. As I prepared the drinks Rachel appeared in the doorway and stood looking at me. I decided to give her something to look at and I reached into the fridge for the milk. In doing so I bent at the waist giving her a great view of my bottom, the black material of my skirt stretched tight across my perfect ass. I could feel her eyes scrutinising my rump and when I stood up and turned round I could swear that she was looking slightly flushed. Just then the 2 other girls who worked in the shop arrived and we were introduced. Their names were Kate and Michelle. They were both about my age and attractive girls. They were however dressed far more conservatively than Rachel and I. This pleased me as I wanted Rachel to be lusting after me not them. The way she was looking at me I reckoned she was already mentally undressing me, probably trying to imagine what hidden delights lay beneath my clothes. If I had my way it wouldn't be long before she found out what was up my skirt! At 09:00 the shop opened for business and I was soon into the swing of things. The shop was lined with shelves around all 4 walls displaying the many pairs of shoes that were for sale. In the middle of the room were a number of padded benches where the customers would site to try on the shoes. Below the shelves running along at floor level were a number of angled mirrors which allowed the customers to inspect the shoes after they had been fitted. These mirrors were key to my plans. Typically, a customer would select a pair of shoes and would then take a seat while I went to the stock room to fetch the shoes in their size. I would then squat down on my haunches, my back to the customer, and help them to remove their shoes before slipping on the new pair. The act of squatting caused my skirt to rise up so that I was now exposing a lot of leg. It soon became obvious that I was getting a lot of attention from Rachel. On several occasions I noticed her standing nearby watching me at work. She tried not to make it obvious but it was clear that she was enjoying ogling my legs and I found the thought deliciously arousing. At first I kept my knees tight together but as the morning went on my knees started to ache slightly from the constant squatting. This gave me the opportunity to adjust my position. It was time to give Rachel a real eyeful. The next customer I served I squatted down in the usual manner. This time however I placed my right knee on the floor, ostensibly to relieve the ache in my knee. My left foot remained on the floor as before but my new position caused my skirt to rise up even higher so that by now the hem was only an inch or two below my crotch. Very slowly, in an almost absent minded way, I allowed my left knee to fall to the side. As my legs parted my skirt was hitched up even higher. Best of all though, because of where I was positioned I was reflected in one of the angled mirrors. The customer and anyone else stood in the right place could see right up my skirt to get a great view of my exposed crotch! I glanced at my reflection in the mirror. Christ what a display I was giving. The hem of my skirt was so high that there was plenty of daylight getting up there and my tiny white panties were clearly visible. The tiny v of cotton just about covered my vagina but my neatly trimmed pubic bush was clearly visible through the sheer fabric. Suddenly I could sense that I was being watched. Sure enough as I glanced quickly at the mirror I saw Rachel stood close by looking intently at the mirror enjoying the sight of my exposed panties. As far as she knew I was doing this totally by accident and I could imagine how aroused she would be at the sight of me 'accidentally' exposing my cunt to the whole shop! The thought of this was a real turn-on for me and I felt my clitoris stir and my vagina begin to moisten with excitement. I kept this up throughout the morning working hard, serving customers and 'accidentally' exposing my crotch to the world. Several times I noticed (mostly male) customers standing and enjoying the sight of my panties. This was highly arousing and soon I was having all sorts of problems in my pants. My nipples were hard with desire and had begun to poke through my unpadded bra and the thin material of my blouse. This got me even more stares which only turned me on more. Soon my panties were damp with my cum and as I squatted down to serve my latest customer I glanced at my crotch reflected in the mirror. Sure enough there was a tell-tale dark patch of wetness clearly visible in the cotton v of my pants. How long would it be before the scent of my arousal became obvious? At around 10:30 we were allowed a break and we took turns to grab a quick cup of coffee. Afterwards I resumed work but at around 11:30 the combined effects of 2 large mugs of coffee began to tell and I was starting to need the loo. By this time the shop was extremely busy and I soldiered on but by 12:00 I was getting desperate and I approached Rachel. "Excuse me Rachel" I smiled "could I just be excused for a minute? I just need to use the toilet." To my slight surprise I saw a strange look come into her eyes as if her heart had suddenly skipped a beat. She seemed to be weighing up her response, deciding what to say. Then she spoke. "Well Heather we are a little busy right now. If you don't mind I'd prefer it if you could wait just a little longer until things die down a bit." "OK no problem" I replied cheerfully and went back to work. I noticed her looking at me with renewed interest. What was she up to? Kate and Michelle had both been allowed to take toilet breaks straight away even though we were busy and yet she had asked me to work on. I had no doubt why this was; she was clearly getting off on the thought of me desperately needing to pee and was deliberately denying me relief. Desperation was the right word. What started as mild discomfort had pretty soon developed into a frantic need to urinate. The waistband of my skirt was extremely tight and the constant bending and squatting was placing a terrible strain on my aching bladder. Soon there was a noticeable bulge in the front panel of my skirt. I was slightly embarrassed to have to ask again but if I didn't get to the toilet soon I was going to piss in my knickers! I finished serving my customer and then once again approached Rachel. It was now 12:30. "Rachel" I implored "I'm sorry, I know how busy we are but I'm desperate for a wee and I really need to use the loo now." She couldn't hide her delight at my predicament but she apologised as if the matter had completely slipped her mind. "You poor girl I'm so sorry" she exclaimed "you must be absolutely dying to pee; by all means take a break." I thanked her and darted into the back of the shop. The staff toilet was down a corridor next to the kitchen area and consisted of a single WC. As I scurried down the corridor I stumbled slightly which caused me to lose control momentarily and a small squirt of urine escaped me soaking into my skimpy thong briefs. At last I entered the tiny room and locked the door. As I prepared to unzip my skirt I suddenly heard a creak on the floor outside. Looking down I saw a shadow fall on the light coming under the door. Someone was clearly outside the door preparing to listen to me taking a pee. And I didn't have to think too hard to figure out who it was. "The bitch" I thought grinning to myself "she's deliberately made me wait until I'm bursting and now she wants to listen to me tinkle. Well let's give her a little performance." "Oh god I'm absolutely bursting" I moaned knowing full well she could hear me. I pretended to battle with my zip as if it was caught and I was struggling to get it undone. "Come on, please" I gasped "I'm dying to wee." "Oh god I think I've wet my pants a little" I added imagining her outside the door listening intently and getting off on my desperate battle for relief. I unzipped my skirt, tugged down my panties and squatting down, started to piss, a hot, powerful stream of urine gushing from me and cascading noisily into the toilet bowl. "Oh god that feels good" I groaned with relief as I emptied my tortured bladder. I had been full to bursting and I seemed to pee forever, gasping and groaning loud enough for her to hear but eventually I was finished and I stood up and wiped myself dry. I then began to pull up my panties but before I did I took the opportunity to examine the crotch which was not only heavily soiled with my cream but was slightly wet where I had indeed leaked a little urine. It was only 12:30 and there was over 4 hours to go until the shop closed; and already my pants were stinking of my piss and cum! I pulled my panties back up; tugging the crotch firmly between my labia I flushed the loo and exited. There she was stood outside in the corridor. "Feeling better now?" she smiled innocently. "Yes thank you" I replied "I was really desperate – another few minutes and I would have wet myself." She smiled again but I saw the gleam of excitement in her eyes, presumably at the thought of me pissing my pants. I returned to the front of shop and continued to serve customers for the rest of the day. Time and again I crouched down in front of the mirrors, legs apart, flashing my panties to the whole shop. By now Rachel was making no secret of the fact that she found me attractive and she spent virtually the whole day following me around, strategically placing herself in a position to get the best view of my crotch. The whole thing was one long crescendo of erotic torment and by late afternoon my pants were full of cum and my nipples were stiff with pent up sexual desire. By late afternoon the steady stream of customers had slowed to a trickle. Rachel again asked me to make some coffee so I went into the back of the shop into the small kitchen area. As I stood at the counter Rachel again appeared in the doorway. "We're pretty quiet out there so I'll give you a hand" she said; "I'll get the milk." To get to the fridge she needed to get past me. "Excuse me" she smiled and I felt her hands caress my bottom as she squeezed past me and opened the fridge door. She knelt down at the fridge her face only inches away from my crotch. By now my panties were soaking wet and I was certain I saw her nostrils twitch as she caught the scent of my dirty little pants. Standing up she squeezed past me and again I felt her hands on my bottom. This time her fingers lingered just above my buttocks and I could feel her tracing the outline of my thong through the tight fabric of my skirt. The bitch was really enjoying feeling me up and I felt my clitoris throb with desire. At 17:00 the shop was closed and locked and we got ready to leave for the day. We were just about to leave by the back door when Rachel asked me to stay behind. "Heather I hate to ask you this on your first day but I have to do some stocktaking. Would you mind staying back for a little while to help?" Kate and Michelle said goodnight and left. As they were leaving I saw them smirk and exchange knowing glances. They clearly knew what Rachel was planning. I pretended to think for a moment before replying. "OK" I said "I don't have any plans for this evening." Rachel seemed delighted "good girl" she smiled "I'll give you a lift home once we're done." She locked the back door and we made our way into the store room. The room was large but cramped and lined from floor to ceiling with shelves on which were hundreds of boxes of shoes. The stocktaking involved me reading out the numbers on the boxes so that Rachel could note them down in a large notebook. I started at the bottom shelves and made my way around the room reading out the numbers. This involved a lot of bending down and I could feel her eyes staring at my bottom. I got a huge thrill at the thought of her staring lustfully at my backside and again I felt my cunt leaking into my already heavily soiled panties. After about 15 minutes we had checked out all the stock up to eye level. Rachel went into a small cupboard and returned with a rather old and rickety looking pair of stepladders. Now there was no way she could conceal her lust for me. Her nipples were showing stiff through her blouse and I reckoned her panties were probably just as wet as mine. She set the stepladder in front of the shelves. "You don't mind do you?" she asked innocently "it's just that I'd really like to get everything checked off tonight." "No problem" I replied trying to sound casual. In fact my heart was racing with excitement at the thought of having to climb the stepladder in front of her. Heather's Shoe Shop Exposure "OK up you go" she smiled "don't worry I'll hold the ladder steady for you." Slowly and carefully I climbed up the ladder. My skirt was so tight that the act of climbing caused the hem to rise up my thighs so that by the time I reached the top step I was displaying an alarming amount of leg. Rachel had positioned herself so she was directly in front of me her head level with my crotch; it was time to give her a real eyeful. By standing on the top step I was able to reach all but the very top layer of boxes. I knew exactly what I was going to do and I knew that when I did Rachel was going to get a very good look at my underwear. "I can't quite reach the top shelf" I said "but if I put my foot up onto one of the other shelves I think I can just about do it. The only problem is this skirt of mine is so tight; I'll just have to hitch my skirt up a little." Rachel looked delighted "fine, go ahead" she smiled "I'll hold you steady." Reaching down I gripped the hem of my skirt and lifted it up until it was bunched up just underneath my buttocks and skimming my crotch. I kept my right foot on the top step of the ladders and then, with my hand gripping the top shelf to steady myself, placed my left foot on one of the other shelves to lever myself up to a greater height. My right leg was now straight, my right foot planted firmly on the top step of the ladder. My left leg was bent double at the knee, my left foot planted on the shelf about 18" higher than my right. As a result my legs were effectively spread wide apart causing my skirt to rise up even higher to my waist exposing my bottom and crotch. It suddenly occurred to me how exposed I was in this position. Rachel's face was only inches away from my exposed crotch, so close that I could practically feel her breath against the inside of my thighs. I could also feel her eyes scrutinising my vagina which was barely concealed by my tiny, shear panties. If she wanted to she could have reached up and fondled my cunt and there would be nothing I could do to stop her. The heightened sense of vulnerability was making me giddy with sexual excitement. My heart was beating faster and I could feel my back getting damp with sweat. Part of the thrill was the thought that Rachel was unaware that I had been planning this all along. As far as she was concerned she had cunningly engineered a situation so she could see up my skirt, little knowing that this was exactly what I had been planning. I decided to maintain this illusion of innocence by feigning embarrassment and making light of the situation. "I'm terribly sorry Rachel" I giggled, blushing furiously "there's no way I can reach up to the top shelf without hitching my skirt up like this, I hope you're not offended." Rachel looked far from offended. Her eyes burned with lust and when she spoke there was a distinctly husky tone to her voice; "Heather darling" she replied "how could I possibly be offended when you're being so kind as to help me with my stocktaking?" "Thanks" I stammered, still blushing, "it's no problem as long as you don't mind my crotch in your face" and I laughed again as if the whole thing was just a silly joke between us. "Oh, believe me Heather I don't mind" she murmured before lowering her voice and adding "after all, it's not as if it's the first time I've seen your panties today." I looked down and Rachel was looking up into my face. Her face was a mixture of pure, carnal lust. My clitoris was now throbbing with desire and I again could feel myself leaking into my already soaking panties. "Whatever do you mean?" I asked trying to maintain my veneer of innocence and embarrassment. Rachel smirked "Heather darling" she replied "you may not be aware of this but you've been showing off your crotch to just about everybody in the shop today." My mouth fell open in mock disbelief; "every time you squatted down to serve a customer today your skirt rode up so far that anyone could see your panties reflected in the floor mirrors." She said smiling up at me. "It's one of the hazards of working in a shoe shop Heather" she continued "I must have flashed my panties at hundreds of customers over the years. You really should have worn a longer skirt." "Oh my god I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed, my face burning red with shame "you really should have told me, I'm so embarrassed!" "I didn't tell you because I didn't want to show you up in front of the other girls" she replied "but I'm hardly going to be offended by the sight of your undies now am I" she smiled her eyes sparkling "they're very nice panties by the way" she added. "Thank you" I stammered blushing again "I just can't help feeling a little self-conscious that's all. It's rather late, it's been a long day and I don't think my pants are too fresh right now" and again I giggled nervously. Rachel's red lips were now parted with lust and she ran her tongue around her perfect white teeth. Reaching up she ran her hand up the back of my right thigh. She then placed both hands gently on my bottom and then leant in towards me so that her face was only an inch or so from my crotch. I was now filling my panties with my cream and my stiff nipples were practically poking through the thin material of my bra and blouse. I was also sweating profusely, the sweat making my panties even damper and turning the already sheer material practically transparent. The small v of cotton at the crotch just about covered my cunt but my neat pubic bush was clearly visible through the diaphanous fabric. The pants were ridiculously small and a neat fringe of my pubic hair was peaking just above the elasticated waistband. There was a dark, wet patch at the crotch, the cotton liner soaking with my cum. I saw her nostrils flare wildly as she breathed in the powerful scent from my panties, a heady mixture of sweat, cum and urine. "If you're wondering whether I can smell your cunt then the answer's yes" she breathed huskily "I can smell your cunt because you're creaming your panties aren't you, you little slut!" Again she looked up at me, her head cocked to one side and a sly grin on her face "you're creaming your pants aren't you Heather?" she repeated. "Yes" I croaked, my voice trembling with passion "you know what this is doing to me don't you" I gasped. I was now almost delirious with sexual excitement. My clit was now throbbing with desire and was protruding from the folds of my labia. My legs trembled slightly and I gripped the top of the shelf tightly, afraid I was going to fall. "I think you're having all sorts of problems in your pants" she whispered gently "let's find out shall we" she added looking like the cat that had got the cream. Rachel moved around until she was stood on my left side. And then, smiling smugly, she gripped my left ankle with one hand and placed her other hand inside my left knee. She then slid my foot along the shelf where it was resting spreading my thighs apart. Then she turned my foot sideways opening up my crotch so it was fully exposed. As she spread my legs I felt my panties pull even tighter against my crotch. By the time she'd finished I had a pronounced camel toe, my damp pants slicing up between my labia. Rachel then moved back to my right side. As she passed behind me she paused and ran her fingers gently across my exposed bottom. She then grasped the tiny triangle of my thong which was peeking above my buttocks and tugged gently upwards. I felt the crotch of my briefs slide deeper into my vagina. I was now totally at her mercy. Perched in this position, balancing between the stepladder and the shelves I could do nothing to stop her from doing exactly what she wanted to me. My vulnerability only served to increase my arousal and my panties were now soaking with my cum, surely it wouldn't be long before my juices started to leak from my pants and trickle down my leg. "That's better" smiled Rachel "now I've got you nicely opened up let's see what's happening in those little panties shall we." And then ever so slowly she brought up her right hand until it was resting gently on the crotch of my pants between my spread legs. "Aaaaahhhh, oh god!" I gasped as I felt her hand against my crotch. "Well, well, well!" she exclaimed with delight. "Heather's a very naughty girl aren't you darling? – your panties are soaking with your cum!" Keeping her hand against my crotch she stared deeply into my eyes. "Now then" she went on "I wonder what's got you so excited; could it be having another woman caressing your cunt that's making you cream your pants?" She then began to move her hand back and forth, gently massaging my cunt between her palm and her fingers. The effect on me was devastating and I felt like screaming with ecstasy. Her forefinger was now buried in my vagina my soaking panties rubbing relentlessly against my clit as she worked me over mercilessly. "I can tell by the state of your panties that you like that don't you Heather?" she smiled "you like me stroking your clit don't you, you dirty little whore." "Aaaahhh" again I was unable to hide my arousal and I groaned with a mixture of pleasure and frustration "yes please" I gasped "please don't stop Rachel, I'm nearly coming, please make me come" I begged. "Oh don't worry I'm not going to stop" she laughed "I'm going to do this to you until you come; which won't be very long judging by the state of your pants." and as she continued the rhythmic stroking of my clit I felt myself edging closer to orgasm. Instinctively I let go of the shelf and reaching down with my right hand I gripped the front of my thong, trying to pull them partway down so as to open up my cunt to her probing fingers. Rachel brought up her left hand and slapped my hand away from my crotch "naughty girl" she chastised me "I never said you could take your panties off; I'll decide when they come off and when they do I'll be the one who takes them off you." Her stern, dominating tone of voice only served to increase my excitement. I gripped the shelf even tighter and I felt my legs quiver as my orgasm approached. She could read my body like a book and knew that I was close. She was grinning from ear to ear as her forefinger continued to stroke my throbbing clit. "I love doing this to a girl" she smiled happily "I just love working a girl over while she still has her panties on, feeling her briefs getting wetter and wetter." She then looked up and her brown eyes burned into my blue eyes. I was hypnotised by her and stared helplessly back, lost in those beautiful brown eyes. She held my gaze, smiling slyly, all the time her hand working away between my legs, punishing my clit mercilessly. "Can you feel your panties Heather?" she cooed "can you feel how wet they are with your cream? I'm going to make you come in your pants you sexy little slut." I was now at my limit. The combination of her fingers, her words and those brown eyes had worked me into a sexual frenzy. The air in the small windowless room was heavy with the scent of my cunt and what was left of my panties were soaked through with my cum. "Please Rachel, please" I implored her, desperate for relief "please make me come I can't take any more, this is torturing me!" Almost imperceptibly I could feel that she had increased the pressure of her finger against my clitoris. My body responded accordingly and I began to flex my wide spread legs, rotating my pelvis to increase the contact of my crotch against her fingers as I slipped totally out of control. My panties were now saturated and I could feel the dampness from my juices starting to trickle down the inside of my spread thighs! "Aaaahhh nnnnggg, oh god please Rachel!" I groaned, begging her for mercy, pleading for relief. Rachel was now ecstatic; she had obviously decided it was time to make me come and was really turning up the heat on me. Her finger was now working furiously against my clit and as I reached the point of no return I felt my orgasm approaching. And I knew it was going to be the most explosive orgasm of my young life. "That's it Heather, you can't take any more of this can you, you slut?" she cooed her eyes burning into mine with pure animal lust. Even in my delirious state of near-orgasm I couldn't help thinking of how wet her panties must be right now. "You're going to come for me aren't you Heather?" she continued her eyes glazed with her own sexual excitement "come on you little bitch, come against my fingers I want to hear you scream!" That did it! Suddenly a huge orgasm exploded in me and I heard myself screaming with passion "Yes I'm coming, I'm coming. Oh god!" I cried unable to hold back the guttural cries of ecstasy escaping from my mouth. I convulsed as the most powerful multiple orgasm I had ever felt hit me wave after wave. "Oohh, I knew it would be wonderful when I made you come" laughed Rachel "making a sexy little slut like you come in her panties is making me so horny." She continued to work my cunt over mercilessly wringing every last drop from me as I moaned with pleasure lost in the throes of my climax. Finally it was over and I felt my orgasm ebb away. My legs trembled and gasping and light headed I gripped the shelf more tightly to prevent myself tumbling to the floor. "There, there Heather" murmured Rachel gently "was that good for you darling?" She had ceased the punishment of my clit and was now stroking my bottom with one hand while the other hand traced delicate patterns on my inner thigh. "Come on let's get you down" she whispered and I began to slowly climb down the ladder on slightly wobbly legs. Reaching the floor I collapsed into her arms and she pulled me to her. She was at least 5" shorter than me but our lips locked together in a passionate embrace. I gripped her head as our tongues danced around each other. My skirt was still bunched around my waist and as we kissed, gasping with pleasure, I felt her hands squeezing and caressing my exposed bum. After several minutes deep throating each other we paused our arms still around each other and gazed into each other's eyes. Again I felt myself drowning in those marvellous brown orbs. "Thank you" I muttered quietly, suddenly feeling very shy and self-conscious again. "You're welcome" she smiled warmly "tell me, was this your first time with another girl?" she enquired. "Yes" I replied feeling very young and inexperienced even though she was only 6 or 7 years older than me. "I thought so" she breathed grinning with delight "that's wonderful. I love giving another girl her first lesbian orgasm." I wondered how many other girls she had seduced for the first time! "Now it's my turn" she murmured her voice suddenly deeper and huskier "Let's see how quick a learner you are." Once again I felt my heart beating faster. At first I was uncertain how to react but then I was overcome with the desire to pay her back. Suddenly I wanted nothing more than to strip and ravage this beautiful woman. Releasing me from her tight embrace Rachel stepped back from me and reaching down began to undo the buttons on her blouse starting at the bottom. All the time she continued to look into my eyes, smiling sweetly. I lowered my hands to stop her, gripping her hands firmly "naughty" I whispered "I'll take care of that if you don't mind." She looked delighted and stopped instantly "of course" she breathed lowering her arms to her side. Button by button I slowly undid her blouse. Rachel had closed her eyes and was breathing deeply her ribcage rising and falling rhythmically. Finally I reached the top button and unfastened it before opening up her blouse to reveal her superb firm breasts. I eased her blouse off her shoulders and it slid easily down her arms and torso onto the floor leaving just her bra. It was a magnificent sight! Her bra was unpadded and barely contained her excellent breasts (around 34D I guessed) her cleavage threatening to spill out of the top. Her brown nipples, stiff with desire, were practically begging to be played with. I brought my hands up and began to stroke and caress them through the sheer material, teasing them until they were rock hard. As I caressed her tits Rachel began to moan softly and I noticed a damp sheen of perspiration appear on her stunning cleavage "Take it off Heather" she gasped "please take off my bra." I slid my hands around to the small of her back and then up to her shoulders feeling the perspiration on her smooth skin. Her bra was also damp with her sweat. I gently undid the clasp and then tugged the cups of her bra easing them off her lovely tits. I slid the straps off her shoulders and completely removed her bra tossing it nonchalantly over my shoulder onto the floor. Again she moaned with desire and I tried to imagine the state her panties would be in by now. She was now naked from the waist up and for the first time I was able to really appreciate what a fine body she had. Although she was braless her untethered breasts jutted proudly from her chest with no hint of sagging. Her stomach was flat and toned but she was quite chunky of build, her waist nipping in only slightly below her ribcage before curving out again at her hips. During the day she had mentioned that she had recently returned from a holiday and her skin was a delicious light tan including her breasts, evidence of topless sunbathing. Her body contrasted with my taller, more slender figure and the sight of her had me creaming my pants again. "Such lovely tits" I murmured seductively and I saw her shudder with delight at my words. "Would you like to kiss them" she whispered "I adore having my breasts kissed by another girl." I said nothing but moved around so I was stood directly behind her. I then began to kiss and nibble at her ear, slipping my tongue inside her ear before nibbling at her ear lobe. I then proceeded to kiss her down her neck and along the top of her shoulder. Lifting her left arm I then began to gently kiss and lick her armpit. The smooth flesh was damp with perspiration and smelt delightfully of her sweat together with just a hint of her perfume. I sensed that this was one of her erogenous zones and as I teased the delicate flesh she gasped with pleasure. Moving round I began kissing her left breast taking her stiff nipple in my mouth. I took each one in turn, licking and gently biting, feeling her nipples getting harder as I teased her into a frenzy. The effect on her was electric and she gripped my head to hold me against her. I felt her fingers entwining my hair and she groaned with ecstasy as my tongue worked her nipples over. She had parted her legs very slightly and was squirming and flexing her legs, clearly having all sorts of problems in her panties. I continued to tease her nipples until finally she could take no more. "Heather please" she gasped "please strip me; I need you to strip me now I'm burning up!" I needed no second bidding. Abandoning her lovely tits I squatted down so my face was now level with, and inches away from, her crotch. Was it my imagination or could I actually feel the heat emanating from her groin? She was molten down there! Her black trousers were flared below the knee but were skin tight around her thighs, bottom and crotch. At the top of her legs the curve of her inner thighs formed a wonderful V at the junction with her crotch. The tightness of her trousers had given her a pronounced camel toe, the central seam slicing up into her groin. Even with her trousers on the smell of her cunt was overpowering. I ran my hands around her splendid, round bottom caressing her buttocks and tracing the slightly raised ridge of her thong panties. As I caressed her bottom she moaned and continued to flex her legs, twisting and rotating her pelvis as if she was trying to stifle the most awful itch in her crotch: She was clearly desperate for me to relieve her of her trousers. Heather's Shoe Shop Exposure "Take my trousers off please Heather" she begged "I can't take any more, please take them off for me." I stood up slowly and placed my arms round her bare shoulders. Leaning forward I placed my forehead against hers and, smirking, looked deep into her eyes. "Ask me nicely" I smiled. The desperation in her face was priceless "Please Heather" she begged "please take off my trousers this is torturing me!" I smiled with satisfaction "you win" I murmured "time to find out what you've got hidden inside those tight trousers." I squatted down again, my skirt riding up and bunching around my waist and my heart pounding with excitement. I was delirious at the thought of removing her trousers, desperate to see what state her panties were in. I unfastened the button at the waistband and then very slowly began to pull down her zipper. With delight I heard her groan with pleasure as I began to fully strip her. Reaching round I eased her trousers over her superb rump before pulling them down her thighs. In doing so I noticed that the crotch area of her trousers was damp with cum. Finally I was able to pull them over her feet before discarding them onto the floor leaving her naked except for her panties and her black heels. What a vision before me! Her panties were ridiculously small, barely preserving her modesty. They were of the same sheer, white material as her bra and so wet with her cum that they were effectively transparent. The tiny scrap of cotton at the crotch might have just about covered her cunt but it had been pulled deep between her labia, slicing mercilessly into her vagina. Her bush had been waxed into a 'Brazilian' a narrow landing strip of neatly trimmed hair visible against her flesh. Rachel had closed her eyes as I removed her trousers. Now, with her eyes still closed, she lowered her right hand sliding it slowly across her belly reaching down towards her crotch; she clearly intended to masturbate! I slapped her hand, delighted that the boot was now on the other foot. "Get your hand away" I admonished her sternly "you think it's alright to play with your cunt you dirty whore." She pulled her hand away sharply, a moan of sheer desperation escaping her lips. "But I need to come" she gasped "Please Heather, I'm so horny I can't stand it; can't you see how desperate I am, my panties are soaking." "Do you think I don't know that "I replied "I could smell your cunt if I was stood outside in the street. I wonder why that is." "I've been in creaming my pants all day from looking up your skirt" she gasped "why don't you check me out and see" and she parted her legs still further. Ever so slowly, prolonging her torment, I slid my hand up her inner thigh and then began to fondle her crotch through her soaking panties. "Oh yes, you're practically dripping" I smiled "looks like these pants are going to need the washing machine tonight." "Take them off me" she groaned "please, I'm begging you." "OK you win again" I laughed "time for you to lose your pants." I hooked my thumbs into the elastic sides and began to slide down her panties, gently tugging the crotch from where it was buried deep in her vagina. I slowly slid them down her legs to just above her knees. With her legs spread her pants were stretched in a tight band, the thin sides cutting into the flesh of her legs and the crotch glistening with her juices. She had the most beautiful cunt I think I'd ever seen! Her labia were pink and engorged with sexual excitement and her clitoris had escaped from its hood and was peeking from between the folds of her lips. As I watched, transfixed, a heavy drop of clear fluid oozed from her minge and began to slide slowly down her inner thigh. Again her hand began to inch slowly downwards her vagina, desperate to gain relief; I slapped her hand away again delivering a stinging blow which made her gasp. "Leave it alone bitch!" I commanded, suddenly aware of how completely our roles had been reversed. "You can't just leave me like this" she groaned "please make me come Heather; please I can't take any more of this torture." I gripped the elastic of her panties and slid them down her legs, stripping her completely. Obligingly she closed her legs slightly allowing me to remove them. Then I stood up, her soaking panties in my right hand. Placing my left hand behind her head I pulled her close and then rubbed the crotch of her pants under her nose, smearing her face with her cum and forcing her to breathe in her scent of her own cunt. "Can you smell your cunt bitch" I growled "can you smell just how dirty your panties are you little slut!" She groaned with a mixture of pleasure and frustration as she inhaled the scent of her cum. "Yes" she gasped "my pants are stinking and I'm so horny I can't stand it. You know what this is doing to me don't you." She looked into my eyes, and I saw sheer desperation in those brown eyes. "What are you going to do to me Heather?" she begged. "What would you like me to do?" I asked innocently "tell me what you want me to do to you Rachel." "I want you to eat my pussy" she gasped "please Heather, eat my pussy and make me come" she pleaded. I knew this was what she wanted but I wanted to hear her beg me. "OK" I smiled "but remember I've never done it before" I added. "I don't care" she panted "You're a natural anyway; eat my pussy Heather, please darling, eat my pussy and make me come before I die of frustration!" I smiled at her, enjoying the power I held over this beautiful woman. "Get your legs spread" I commanded "spread them nice and wide!" There was a small table in the middle of the room. Rachel moved back and perched her bottom on the edge of the table. She then extended her legs so she was leaning at an acute angle against the table. If the table had not been there she'd have fell flat on her back. Gripping the edge of the table she then began to spread her legs wider and wider her black heels sliding along the smooth floor. I was impressed by how wide she could spread her legs and wondered whether she'd ever done gymnastics. By the time she was ready for me she was straddled to her limit. Her calf and thigh muscles quivered with the strain of having her legs spread so far apart and she teetered in her black heels as she battled to keep her grip on the floor. I discarded her panties onto the floor and then squatted down in front of her open legs. A guttural moan of pleasure and anticipation escaped her lips as I prepared to go to work on her. I placed my hands on the back of her thighs to steady myself and then leaned in to bury my face between her legs. The smell of her cunt was overpowering, a heady mixture of sweat and cum. I buried my nose in the neat, trimmed hair of her landing strip which was matted with her sweat and juices, inhaling deeply the musky fragrance of her minge. I kissed her up and down the length of her labia before using my nose to push them gently apart, opening her up. Then, very slowly and deliberately, I extended my tongue and began to probe inside her soaking cunt. "Aaaaaggghhhh!" The effect on her was electrifying and she began to moan with pleasure. Her cries of passion encouraged me on and I began to slide my tongue up and down the length of her slit, teasing and nibbling at her clitoris. She began to flex her pelvis, rhythmically grinding her crotch against my probing tongue, squealing with delight as she began to approach orgasm. Now her hand was holding my head, her fingers twisting in my hair as she held me tight against her cunt. Glancing up I could see that with her other hand she was fondling her breasts, her fingers flicking at her nipples as she desperately battled for relief! You can imagine the effect this was having on me. My own panties were now dripping again and I felt a desperate urge to come. Reaching down with one hand I began to fondle myself through the soaking crotch of my briefs. "Yes, yes, please" she cried out lustily "I'm nearly coming, please don't stop, please finish me off Heather please." Sensing she was close to her climax, I began to punish her clit mercilessly with my tongue feeling her grinding her cunt against my face. At the same time I continued to work myself over my fingers rubbing frantically against my clit and I felt my own orgasm building. Finally, she could take no more and she screamed with ecstasy and as her orgasm hit her. Almost immediately I felt my own climax hitting home and I convulsed with pleasure as another killer orgasm ripped through me. Aaaaaahhhhh!" "Nnnngggghhh!" The room echoed to the sound of our twin orgasms! Finally our orgasms ebbed away. I stood up and we embraced, hanging limply in each other's arms our mouths locked together in a passionate kiss. When we parted our eyes locked together and she put on a quizzical look; "Are you sure this is your first lesbian encountered?" she asked. "Oh yes" I replied "but I've fantasised about it for months." "Well you sure know how to eat pussy" she smiled. "I think you and I need to get to know each other a little better" she added. "Sure" I replied "I'd love that." Suddenly she glanced at the clock. Over an hour had elapsed since we had closed the shop and the tiny room now stunk with the scent of female arousal. "We'd better get you home" she said "before people start to worry about you." She quickly donned her bra, blouse and trousers although I noticed she merely tucked her soiled panties into her handbag leaving her naked below her trousers. For my part, I was still clothed albeit with rather soggy pants! We locked up and left and she drove me home. As we approached my parents' house she pulled over to the side of the road. Leaning over she locked lips with me again, her tongue darting in and out as she deep-throated me. Finally our lips parted and I made to get out of the car. "Wait" she said "take off your panties." I did as instructed, hitching up my skirt and pulling off my soaked panties before handing them to her. "These are going in my bedside drawer" she smiled "and I won't be washing them. If you want them back you can collect them from my place after work next Saturday. You can come for dinner and then we'll have a little fun together; I think I need to reassert my authority over you, young lady." I felt a buzz of excitement at the prospect of the following weekend. Clearly she was planning to dominate me and the thought conjured up scenarios featuring handcuffs, ropes and blindfolds. I felt my clit stir in anticipation and wondered how I was going to get through the next week. I opened the door and stepped outside into the cool evening air. "Bye Heather, don't be late next Saturday" she murmured as I closed the door. "I won't" I replied smiling with delight.