5 comments/ 30014 views/ 9 favorites Black Lace and Sweat Ch. 01 By: sdwpthwlkr I welcome any and all comments or suggestions from my readers. Have fun and I hope that you enjoy. * Terry sat in her car outside the little lingerie store, wondering why she had come here. The decision to buy a new piece of sexy underthing was not a new one, she already had a closet full of fun stuff to wear. That wasn't the problem. Now was it that her best friend had recommended this place, telling Terry that she would get great, personal service here. All of that was fine. No, the issue was the store itself. The shop was off the main streets and looked to be in serious need of repair. The entire neighborhood needed to be repaired or demolished, which ever could be done quicker and cheaper. A wrecking ball really couldn't hurt the place, and it might even make it look better. The entire area was dark and dreary, what little light there was coming from distant streelights and a small bulb above the door. The sign on the front of the door read: "Gift of Bastet" Beyond that, the door was bare other than, right below the sign, two gold cat eyes were painted on and peered forever into the night. The only window to the shop was covered by a thick curtain from within, and no light escaped. Sighing, and thinking to herself the place was probably closed anyway, Terry shook her head and her long, blonde hair tumbled over her shoulders. Why her friend had told her to come here at this time of night, she would never figure out. Just as she was about to drop the car into reverse and back away, she looked at the door and gasped in shock. The cat's eyes that had been peering into the night, were now focused squarely on her. As she stared back at them, she felt herself being drawn into them and the rest of the world disappeared. She sat there for how long she couldn't tell, the eyes capturing her. She shook her head again to clear her mind and, without quite knowing why, turned off the engine and got out. All the thoughts she had about getting mugged or worse had vacated her mind. She walked to the door and was just about to knock when it swung open. With a thrill of nervousness, she stepped through and into the tiny store. Looking around, she was surprised to see the the inside was well lit and nicely arranged, against her expectations that it would be as dirty and dingy as the outside. On the counter along one wall sat a gray and brown striped cat with intense golden eyes. With a start, she realized that they were the same eyes painted on the outside of the door. The strangeness of the situation was not lost on her. Hearing a noise behind her, she spun to see a woman standing just a couple of feet away. Terry wondered how she had gotten so close even as she considered what she saw. The woman was something beyond beautiful. Her long, black hair hung straight down to her perfectly tapered waist, and the thin, off white showed off her body while leaving just enough to the imagination. Looking down, Terry saw that she wasn't wearing shoes on her absolutely perfect feet, the toes painted a deep red and sporting a ankle bracelet that carried a symbol she dimly remembered was called an Ankh. Her dark eyes appraised Terry before locking onto her hazel ones. The thrill of nervousness was replaced by a different thrill, this one of sexual need. She had never been attracted to another woman before, but this one was something else entirely. The woman walked around to the back of the counter, her voice silky smooth as she spoke. "Good evening, and welcome to my shop," as she spoke, her hand stroked along the cat's back, and Terry wondered what it feel like to have that same hand stroking along her skin. "My name's Linda, and this is my friend, Astarte." She smiled at Terry, and the thrill in the pit of her stomach moved southward. "What can I help you with tonight?" Terry cleared her throat and spoke with some effort, "I...uuhhh...I was told about your shop by a friend of mine," she drifted closer to the counter and caught a whiff of perfume that left her knees weak, "I...I was curious though, I've never seen your shop advertised, and your place is so far out of the way. How do you stay in business?" Linda chuckled and another thrill ran through her, "my business is run strictly through word of mouth." Terry thought she heard a slight emphasis on the last word, "I have a lot of repeat customers as well." Looking in her eyes, Linda asked, "there's something else you're wondering, isn't there?" Terry nodded, "about the name of your store. Wasn't Bastet the name of an Egyptian goddess?" Linda laughed, a throaty sound that almost had Terry climaxing where she stood, "yes, she is. Actually, she's the goddess of sexuality and cats, among other things." She came around to the front of the counter and stood just before Terry, "there are many gods and goddesses throughout history that have dealt with sexuality and lust, from Bastet to Aidin for the Celts, Freya for the Germans, Voluptus for the Romans," she reached out and rubbed the cat behind her ear, "even my little friend here is named after the Phoenician goddess." Astarte purred and rubbed her head into Linda's hand, "and here we revere them all." Looking Terry up and down, she arched an eyebrow and asked, "so tell me, is there something in particular that you're looking for, or just window shopping?" Terry caught herself staring at the sway of Linda's breasts under her dress, thinking that there was no bra to hold them back, and then tore her eyes away to look at the selection laid out before her. There were several racks of dainty fabrics stacked in front of her, as well as more pieces hung on the walls. "I'm not sure, everything looks so wonderful," looking back at Linda, she asked, "is there anything that you would recommend?" A nervous trill infected her voice. Linda looked her up and down once more, the possibilities she considered in her eyes, "I think I might have a piece or two that you would like." She brushed by Terry and lifted one hand to trail along her cheek. Just that brief contact almost had her coming undone. She briefly wondered what the hell was happening to her before the thought vanished as she watched Linda's ass as it walked away from her. She watched while the sexy, raven-haired goddess wandered through the racks, picking out then discarding a few items. While she watched, leaning against the counter, a furry head bumped her elbow. Without thinking about it, she began to scratch behind Astarte's ear. She heard Linda's voice from behind one of the racks. "It seems she likes you." Puzzlement flooded through her. The rack was above head height, and there was no way that Linda could have seen her petting the cat. After a moment, she decided to just chalk it up to all the strangeness of the evening. Linda came back a moment later with a wispy piece of black lace on a hanger. It was a teddy with the matching black lace panties. Leading Terry over to the dressing rooms, she handed her the outfit and motioned her inside with the instructions to call when she was ready. Terry stepped into the dressing room and was immediately struck by the size of it. It was larger than any other dressing room she had been in. it was so large in fact that there was a full couch along one side. Softly closing the door behind her, she set the teddy down and disrobed, carefully laying her clothes on one end of the couch. Picking up the teddy, she slipped it off the hanger and onto her body, followed by the panties. Looking in the mirror, she couldn't believe what she saw. She had worn lingerie many times before, but there was something different about this scrap of lace. Her voluptuous breasts almost spilled over the top, and the darkly sheer material barely showed the thong panties underneath. As she stared in the mirror, a wave of pure lust punched her in the gut, and she slipped a hand inside the panties to stroke her clit with her middle finger. She had gotten no more than a couple of flicks in when there was a knock at the door. She quickly pulled her hand out as Linda casually strolled in. "Thought you might like a second opinion," she spoke with that sultry voice and stepped over to Terry. Taking her shoulders, Linda turned her to face the mirror again. With Linda standing behind her, Terry felt that wave of uncontrollable lust again, but this time directed at the beauty standing at her back. As if she know what Terry was thinking, Linda gently pulled her hair away from the side of her neck and leaned down to place a soft kiss on her shoulder. Terry's head rolled back as Linda kissed and nibbled her way the soft skin, working her way up to her ear, where she took it between her lips. Linda's hands came around to cup Terry's breast through the thin material, and her nipples stood to attention instantly. Terry's head came up and she looked in the mirror. The image of her being felt up by this beautiful woman was too much to take and she spun around. With no further thought in her mind, Terry acted on sheer impulse. She caught Linda's face in her hands and brought their lips together, her begin returned enthusiastically. Linda's hands cupped Terry's bare ass cheeks, the contact driving her deeper into a frenzied need. Letting go of her face, Terry broke the kiss and pulled back. She had to see the body that the dress showed, but kept cleverly concealed at the same time. With trembling fingers, she began to undo the buttons tat lined the front. Getting down to the waist, Linda shrugged her shoulders and the dress fell to the ground, pooling at her feet. Terry could only stare at the perfection standing before her. Linda's breasts were fully formed, round, and tipped by jutting, dusky nipples which beckoned lips and tongue to worship. Her waist dipped inward only to flare out at her hips, and Terry thought for a second it was odd a woman who owned a lingerie shop wasn't wearing underwear. That pondering was forgotten as her eyes focused on the trimmed patch in a little strip right above completely shaved lips. A longing possessed Terry's soul, a longing to simply touch this goddess in human form, to be touched by her. Before she could do anything, however, Linda took her hands and guided her over the couch. She sat Terry down and took a seat beside her. Softly, Linda cupped and caressed her face as she brought Terry in for another soul shaking kiss. With one hand on her cheek, Linda's other hadn stroked along her shoulder, brushing the strap off. Moving her lips away from Terry's, she kissed her way down the exposed shoulder and, meanwhile, brushed the other strap away as well. Her fingers trailed acroos the expanse of Terry's upper chest, and Terry gave into the longing that still had a hold of her. She reached out and hefted one of Linda's breasts in each hand. The skin was so amazingly soft and silky that it slid easily under her fingers. Linda used the sides of her thumbs to push the teddy down over Terry's bust, exposing her breasts. She toured her lips around the whole of Terry's chest, finally focusing in on the nipples which ached for her mouth. The warm wetness of Linda's mouth had Terry soaking the panties she still wore, and the brief thought skipped across her mind that she going to need to buy the outfit now. As quick as it came, the thought went away as Linda's hand came down to caress her inner thigh. Shifting on the couch, Linda leaned Terry back against the cushions and slid around to kneel in front of her. Taking her thighs, Linda parted them and placed gentle, patient kisses along the insides of them, trailing her lips and tongue up one, then the other. Terry was in state of sexual desperation but, oddly enough, not frenzied like she would normally be at this point. She felt Linda's fingers glide over her panty-covered crotch and shuddered from the sheer need of it all. Linda kissed her way to where Terry's desire lay under the fabric, and pulled the cloth to the side, exposing her swollen lips. She softly licked her way up from the bottom of Terry's slit to start lapping at the clit pushing it's way free from it's hood. Her technique resembled a cat licking at a bowl of cream and that's what Terry felt like at the moment, a bowl of cream being devoured by a hungry kitty. She moaned out loud as Linda took a finger and slipped it inside of her. She was so wet by now that it slid in easily and Linda crooked her finger at just the right angle to hit her g-spot. The need gave way to pleasure as Linda expertly guided her to an earth-shattering orgasm. The climax tore through her as Linda's finger and tongue continued to push her higher, further than she had ever been. Thought become impossible and the only thing that existed was the sensations pouring through her repeatedly. Just when she thought she was done, Linda moved her finger or tongue a little and it started all over again. Wave after wave swept through her and she sobbed with the strength of it all. When she thought she couldn't take any more without going insane, Linda let off and allowed her come back down. While she was trying to catch her breath, Linda rose from the floor and sat next to her on the couch, taking Terry in her arms softly, as a lover would, and pulled Terry's head down to lay on her breast. Even after being taken through all that, her hunger for this woman had not abated, and once she had her breath back, she turned her head to capture one of those beautiful nipples in her mouth. Linda ran her hands through Terry's blond curls as she suckled one, then the other nipple. Never before had she been with another woman, but in this time and place, nothing else seemed more natural. Linda turned and lay back on the couch, stretched out. Terry looked on as she lay there, lush and inviting, and she slowly lowered herself to worship that perfect body. She worked her mouth all over Linda's breasts, taking her time and trailing her tongue down to a belly button that sported a small diamond piercing. Funny that she hadn't noticed that before. Over Linda's lower belly to the strip of hair above her intended target. She lay there between Linda's legs and gazed with wonder at the sight before her. Linda's vulva was swollen with desire, the moistness making the lips shine even as her tiny clitoris showed itself, settling herself stomach down, Terry showered kisses upon that pretty vagina. She tasted Linda's musk and when she inhaled, could smell it as well, the scent making her head swim. Far from being hesitant her first time, she dove in lustfully, wanting to devour every scent, every touch, every taste she possibly could. She licked her way up the slit, flicking the clit at the top, before going back to the bottom. She pushed her tongue in as far as she could and the juices coated her tongue in a sweet, yet, musky, flavor. She couldn't get enough of it and began to stroke her tongue up, and then down again, before finally moving all the way up to Linda's nub once again. She had no idea the sense and power of going down on a woman could make her experience. The very idea that she could give someone such pleasure sent a thrill all the way down to her clit and a fresh flood of juices answered the thrill. She had been going for no more than a minute when Linda pulled away. Terry looked up in disappointment until she was told to swing around. Realizing what Linda in had in mind, she turned her body so that she was on top of Linda in a 69 position. Terry dove in even as Linda began to make love to her clit once more. The sensations were so intense Terry thought she would pass out. Their breasts pushed into each other's bellies as they licked and sucked at each other. Terry could feel a massive climax building deep within and tried to concentrate on what was laying before her. It was a hopeless task, as Linda's expert tongue brought her to orgasm once again. She bucked and thrashed over Linda's body, noticing that the prostrate form under he was doing the same. She rode out the orgasm while giving into it at the same time. A thousand different sensations pounded at her until it seemed her head would explode from all of it. Throughout it all, however, her hands remained planted on Linda's hips and her mouth continued to explore Linda's crevasse. Finally, she began to to come back to reality and, with one last shudder of an aftershock, rolled off and collapsed to the ground. Lazily she stroked a hand along Linda's calf. The haze on her brain deepened. She tried concentrate, but the thoughts on her head skipped merrily out of reach. The next thing Terry knew, she was dressed and sitting out in her car. As she looked back at the shop, the little light above the door went out and the entire area plunged into darkness. She desperately tried to remember what had happened in the last few minutes. Vague images came to her of getting dressed again, of paying for the lingerie, of Linda, still nude, telling her to please come again with a passionate kiss. She looked down to see a small bag sitting beside her on the floorboard. She shook her head and smiled as she started the car. There was only two thing that she could think of. One was that she couldn't wait to show her husband, Matt, her sexy new thing. And two, that she would definitely be a repeat customer, of that, she was certain. As she pulled out, she glanced one more time at the door and decided what she saw was just her imagination. After all, painted cat eyes don't glow in the dark, do they? Black Lace and Sweat Ch. 02 I realize that it has been a few years since I promised this sequel, and I do apologize. I hope that you enjoy. ***** Pulling into the drive, Terry shook her blond head, trying to clear away the last of the cobwebs still clogging her thinking. Her mind ran back over the events the events of earlier in the evening, strange as they were, but only disjointed images came back to her. Images of a raven haired goddess, a cat with weird golden eyes, and of her naked body intertwined with Linda, her honey colored hair and Linda's black hair intermingling. As the mental images formed, another wave of pure desire shot through her and, without realizing she was doing it, Terry had slipped her hand under the waistband of her slacks and into her panties to stroke her clit. Within seconds, she was clutching at the steering wheel with her other hand, leaning on it as with the other, she made herself come. This was no soft and gentle climax, but one that was hard, fast, and brutal in it's intensity. She couldn't moan, but could only gasp as the orgasm poured through her and hammered her senses. Just as hard as it hit, though, suddenly it was over and her sweat covered forehead was leaning on the cool steering wheel. Remembering where she was, Terry's head shot up and she quickly pulled her hand from her panties. She looked around to make sure that no one could see her in the dark and opened the door, only reaching back to snatch the little bag marked, "Gift of Bastet". Getting out, the first thing she noticed was her legs were unsteady and she had to hold onto the car for a moment before she could walk to the front door. The house was still dark as her husband hadn't gotten home from a late meeting yet. Opening the door, she flipped on the light and dropped her keys on the small table. Bypassing everything else, she headed straight for the bedroom. Terry figured she had a little while before Matt would get home, and she couldn't wait to show him the new lingerie. She was most eager to to see if it had the same effect on him as it did on her. She threw the bag onto the bed and began pulling her clothes off, throwing them into the hamper. Once nude, she strode into the bathroom and turned on the shower. While she waited for the water to heat up, she studied her naked form in the mirror. She hefted her full breasts and let her thumb stroke over the light brown nipples. Her eyes trailed lower and took in her waist flaring out to her hips. The junction between her thighs was bare from weekly trips to the salon. The though came to her that she had never really truly appreciated the beauty of the female form. Heaving a great sigh, she stepped into the shower, letting the hot water sluice over her. Grabbing the soap, she lathered up the washcloth and began to run it over her heated skin. As sensitive as she was, Terry almost instantly felt the tugs of desire again, but steeled herself to finish up washing. At least, that is, until she slipped the washcloth between her legs and made contact with her swollen lips. The low, smoldering that was her sexual need flashed over into a wild fire burning her to the core. Her breath skittered for a moment and she simply let the cloth drop, her fingers soft on her vulva. She slipped them past her lips and up inside her while the other hand reached up to grasp the top of the shower door. With one finger inside of her, she moved her thumb around so that it covered her clit, rubbing it back and forth. Gasping again, she was able to quickly propel herself up and over the edge. The orgasm this time wasn't as hard as in the driveway, but no less intense. Her mind swam as the waves thundered through her blood. Soon, her legs gave out and she let go of the door, collapsing to the floor of the shower. Still manipulating her button and stroking her finger in and out, even as she palmed her breasts, tweaking the nipples. The water poured over her as she rode from climax to climax. When she couldn't take it any longer, she let her hand drop from between her thighs and away from her breasts. As she lay there trying to catch her breath, she realized the water had become lukewarm and was rapidly descending towards cold. Hauling herself up on legs made of rubber, she managed to turn the shower off and reached out to grab a towel. Quickly drying herself off, Terry stumbled back into the bedroom, the fog in her brain lessening by degrees until she looked at the bed. She knew that Matt had not gotten home yet, but something was definitely different. The bag from "Gift of Bastet" was gone, and the lingerie was laid out on the bed. She mused that it must be some left over magic from the store. It was only the that she realized Linda must included a little extra in the bag. The teddy and matching panties were laid out on the bed, but now there was a pair of thigh high stocking accompanying them as well. She looked around for a second before the fog threatened to cloud her thinking again, and she decided to simply add it up to the weirdness of the evening. Looking at the clock, she figured that she had a few minutes before her husband was going to be home and set out to make sure that things were ready for him. She slipped the lingerie on marveling at how soft it felt against her skin, at how the sheer black stockings slid up her legs, and the utter sensuality of it all. Realizing that if she gave into her urges, she would never get anything done, she pushed down her desires for the moment. She padded around the room, dimming the lights, pulling on a pair of strappy high heels, and turning the bed down. She was just lighting the incense when she heard the front door open and a masculine voice call her name. She responded by telling him she was in the bedroom, and her body responded with a fresh flow of heat. When the door to the bedroom opened and Matt stepped inside, his eyes widened slightly with the sight before him. Almost as in a daze, he moved towards Terry, pulling on his tie. She met him in the middle of the room, watching his eyes roam over her body. Taking in the sheer nothing she was almost wearing, and saw the desire flame in his eye. An desperate hunger came over her at the same time, her nipples popping out to hardened points and her belly tightening. With little warning, he reached out to grab her by the shoulders, dragging her body against him and capturing her mouth with his. The fire and need for him spiked and, as their lips opened to allow their tongues to intertwine, she slipped her hands under his sports coat and ripped his shirt open. The buttons popped off and flew across the room. Underneath, her nails scraped across the bare skin of his chest as she fought to free the shirt tails from his trousers. She managed to get them free, and them pulled off the shirt and coat, somehow undoing the tie as well, before throwing them all to the floor. Next, she went straight for his belt, unbuckling it and undoing the snap to his trousers. Her hand slithered inside, under the waistband of his boxers to touch the tip of his manhood. A moan tumbled from his throat and across his lips to vibrate on hers. She rubbed the spongy head with the tip of her finger for a couple of strokes before pulling her hand free. The muffled sound of protest from Matt was cut off by her unzipping his trousers and shoving them, along with his shorts, down to the ground. His rock hard shaft jumped free and rubbed along the inside of her thigh. Breaking the kiss, Terry dropped her head to run her tongue along the length of his chest and down his stomach. Gripping his hips, she pulled him over by the bed and sat on the edge, coming eye to eye with his phallus. His sack hung low and she gently cupped his balls, rolling them in her fingers. She leaned in and swept her tongue around the head before popping it into her mouth with a firm suction. Matt's fingers tangled in her hair and she could tell he was looking down, watching her as she took his entire length in and out of her mouth. She could picture what he saw and another lurch of desire took control of her. Using her free hand, she hiked the edge of the teddy up and slipped her hand under her g-string to play with her clit. She varied speeds as she bobbed up and down on his shaft. He groaned out his appreciation and she kicked up her efforts another notch, feeling his testicles respond, the sack tightening under her fingers. With a grunt and a sudden motion, he both pulled out of her mouth and pushed her back onto the bed. Kicking completely free of his trousers, he managed to get his shoes and socks off also before dropping to his knees on the floor. With her bottom perched on the edge of the bed, all he had to do was grasp her thighs, part them, and lean in. Matt pulled the crotch of her panties to the side and dove in hungrily. As he swiped his tongue up and down her swollen lips, she raised her head to watch him and one word came to mind to describe everything that had happened so far, magic. That was the only thing that could explain both of their reactions, the sudden need, and lust that flooded through both of them. Then all thought came to screeching halt as his lips and tongue came down on her button. On a sudden gasp and buck of her hips, she slammed head on into another orgasm. Her legs rested on his shoulders and her thighs clamped tight around his head. He slid his hands over her hips and used them to steady her wild gyrations, all the while sucking and teasing her into one climax after another. His tongue swept down to explore her canal, extending up inside her as far as he could go, her juices coating his tongue, before he cam back up to concentrate on her clit. He swirled his tongue around her nub. Terry's breath came in short gasps as she rode one crest to the next. With no warning, Matt pulled away and rose up between her legs, his erection jutting out proudly before him. Standing up, he grabbed her thighs and lifted them, exposing her overheated center. Using one hand, he guided himself to her entrance, the head slipping inside with ease. Forgoing any gentleness, he drove himself all the way in, her velvety walls gripping and pulling at him. She let out a small scream of pleasure and grabbed his forearms as he began to piston in and out of her. The sensations piled up in her head, threatening to drown her, and she gave herself up to it all. She had never experienced this much stimulation, this much sexual excitement, and wished it would never end. One after another, the orgasms rolled through her. Matt dropped one of his hands down and covered her clit with his thumb, and she threw her head back in sheer delight. He toyed with her button for a few minutes before sliding his hand up to cup her breast. He gently, but firmly, rolled the nipple in between his fingers. He pulled almost all of the way out, then slammed himself home. He did this repeatedly, and Terry could feel the vibrations travel through her body from the force of the impacts. In one rapid motion, he pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach, planting her feet on the floor and spreading them slightly. The sudden emptiness from his sudden withdrawal was quickly replaced as he drove into her from behind. Feet on the floor and bent over the bed, all she could was spread her arms and grip the bed covers, holding on for dear life. His strong hands gripped her hips and the teddy rode high on her waist. Her breasts swayed back and forth as she and her husband strained together. Letting go of the covers with one hand, she slipped it under her body and her middle fingers came down on her clit, rubbing wildly. Terry could feel his shaft get thicker inside of her and knew he was going to come soon. With one last deep thrust and a guttural cry, he erupted inside of her. The feeling of him spilling his load and pulsing within her sent her over the edge once more, her orgasm ripping through her. With her head thrown back and eyes closed, entire constellations of stars exploded in her vision. Her body took on a mind of it's own, quaking under the power of her climax. All too soon, it began to taper off and she slipped off his juice covered shaft to collapse on the bed. Taking one trembling step forward, Matt fell onto the bed beside his wife, his lungs taking in great gulps of air. Reaching ot to take her in his arms, he looked down in appreciation at the lingerie she still wore. "I don't know where you got this from," he said as his fingers danced over the lace of her bodice, "but if you ever want to shop there again, I'll even give you my credit card." She reached up to pull his face in for a deep kiss while, at the same time, she wondered what would happen if he went with her the next time she paid "Gift of Bastet" a visit? Terry decided it would be truly interesting to find out. To be continued?