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Honeysuckle Lingerie Ch. 01

By: nightvoice2



1. A Very Particular Shop

Abigail swept her chestnut hair away from her damp forehead and fanned herself with her handy, fold-out underground map as the train rumbled through the dark tunnels of the central line. The walk from her flat to the station had been enjoyably warm in the early summer sunshine, and it was even warmer down here beneath the city in the airless, tightly-packed carriages. She was pretty confident she knew which station to get off at, and how to find the little shopping area her friend had described, but she hadn't been in the city long enough to leave her map at home, even though carrying it made her feel like one of the tourists.

She'd been here nearly two months now after passing her law degree with flying colours and getting a position as a trainee at one of the city's leading law firms, and she was still a little dazzled by the bright lights of the big city. There seemed to be so much to see and do, a huge variety of sights and theatres and trendy pubs and restaurants. Such a different world to the small provincial town where she'd spent the previous twenty-one years of her life.

She'd been lucky that Sarah, an old school-friend of hers, had recently moved here too. Sarah had been here just over a year and never seemed to tire of taking Abigail out to some newly-discovered bar or hot new nightclub. She never seemed to tire of trying to find a boyfriend for her either! Abigail had already been talked into dates with Brad (tall and quite good-looking but a little too self-obsessed) and Joseph (quite sweet and polite, but not really her type).

In fact, none of the men she'd met recently seemed to be her type. Perhaps it was because she'd been to a series of all-girl schools, or maybe she was what her mother called a 'late developer' but the fact was she'd never had what Sarah would describe as a 'real' boyfriend.

Anyway, somehow her friend had talked her into another blind date with a guy called Robert, who Sarah had described a 'real hotty', although Abigail seemed to remember her saying something similar about Brad and Joseph.

It was the date with 'hotty' Robert which had prompted this shopping trip.

Abigail smiled as she recalled the scene. It was her fault really; she should never have asked Sarah's opinion on what to wear, especially after a couple of glasses of wine. They had very different styles. Her friend's philosophy was 'if you've got it, flaunt it' which she demonstrated by wearing a wide variety of short skirts, tight dresses and clingy, low-cut tops. Although Abigail had to concede that her friend had the curvy figure to carry it off. 

Abigail on the other hand, preferred less provocative clothes, and she often found herself almost apologising to Sarah about her typical, practical choice of either jeans or sensible knee-length skirts with tights coupled with a casual long-sleeved t-shirt or blouse.

"But you've got such great legs, Abby! Why are you hiding them?" her friend would complain, causing Abigail to roll her eyes.

Things had gotten even worse when Sarah had insisted to see what underwear she was planning to wear.

"Come on, it's a first date, I seriously doubt we're going to get that far," Abigail said, leaning back on her bed.

"Come on, that's not the attitude! What if you really hit it off? What if he's the man of your dreams?" she asked as she rooted through Abigail's underwear drawer.

"Sure, the man of my dreams," Abigail said despairingly, as she finished her white wine."Oh, I don't know. Maybe the white ones?"

"These old things? You could hardly call these white any more. How long have you had these?" Sarah said, extracting a pair of cotton panties and matching bra between her thumb and forefinger.

"Okay then, maybe the red set, they're kind of sexy."

"Oh, come on, you can do better than this," Sarah said, grimacing theatrically as she held up a rather tired-looking burgundy bra.

"Well, I don't know, I've had other priorities you know. What with finding the flat and the new job and everything," Abigail said, throwing up her hands. "Sexy underwear has hardly been number one on my list of things to do."

"But you got such a sexy little body, Abby, I just don't understand why you don't get some slinky undies to go with it. For special occasions, like all these hot dates I keep organising for you."

"Alright, alright, I promise I'll get something a bit sexier in time for my next date, okay?" she replied, holding up her hands in a gesture of surrender.

"Well, good. I know just the place to go as well."

So Abigail had agreed to take a day off work and visit the little shopping district Sarah had recommended just to end the argument, although now she was here she found herself looking forward to having a whole day with nothing to do except a little casual shopping, buying some unnecessarily expensive cappuccinos and perhaps even take the long scenic route home through the park.

-

Sarah might be annoying at times and she wasn't always the most reliable in her judgement of 'hot' men, but Abigail had to admit she was something of an expert when it came to shopping. The little area she'd recommended was vibrant and colourful and full of interesting-looking shops and intriguing little cafes. 

There were plenty of clothes shops: high street favourites like Marks and Spencers and Primark but also some smaller, independent boutiques. Full of the excitement of the novelty of having a whole day to herself, Abigail got a take-away coffee and wandered the streets, enjoying the rich taste and lingering by shop windows.

She could have just gone to Debenhams or Next but as she had plenty of time she decided to stroll around some of the smaller streets. 

Sarah had told her that there were some interesting little speciality boutiques, so she happily drifted along the pavements, making the most of the sunshine as she randomly navigated the tight little streets, quickly losing track of time. After a while she realised she was completely lost but just then spotted an interesting-looking little shop. The sign above read "Honeysuckle Lingerie" in butterscotch-coloured letters against a lavender background.

She paused by the window, admiring the display of lacy little thongs and delicately-engineered brassieres in rich colours like crimson and emerald. Many of Abigail's friends like Sarah seemed born to shop for this sort of stuff but she was always a little nervous, a little intimidated by these more upmarket shops. She took a deep breath and pictured Sarah urging her to shun Primark and try something new as she boldly pushed the door open.

"Good morning!" the lady behind the counter said with a friendly smile.

"Oh, good morning," Abigail mumbled.

"Do take your time, let me know if you need any help," the woman added cheerfully.

The shop, which had appeared so small on the outside, turned out to be much larger inside. 

There were aisles and aisles of expensive-looking underwear stretching back towards the rear of the store. She meandered around feeling a little lost, dizzy at the bewildering variety of styles and colours and materials. 

Abigail had never been one for exotic, racy underwear, preferring to stick with safe, white cotton Marks and Sparks briefs and as she shuffled past rows of from primary-coloured cotton bikini-style briefs, silky grey French knickers and trendy-looking boy shorts, she quickly realised that she had no clue what she actually wanted. She began to wish that she'd dragged Sarah along to give her some advice.

She paused by a row of slinky teddies running a finger over the silky material, then blanched when she looked at the price tag.

"Can I take that?"

It was the woman from behind the counter; she'd suddenly appeared beside Abigail as if by magic. She looked to be in her mid-twenties, her platinum blonde hair scraped back off her face and held in a tight, neat bun, the trim curves of her slim figure emphasized by her perfectly fitting dove-grey suit, the jacket cinched neatly at the waist, the trousers clinging snugly to her hips and long legs. She seemed a little taller than Abigail, although that was probably the result of her perilously high black heels.

"I'm sorry?" Abigail said, feeling confused. 

"Your coffee cup, have you finished with it?"

"Oh yes, please do, sorry," Abigail said, suddenly realising she'd been walking around clutching it to her chest.

"My name's Stacy. You look a little lost, can I help at all?" the woman, still smiling as she took the cup.

"I'm Abby. Oh, yes, I guess. You have so many different styles here, I'm not really sure where to start," she said, with a little nervous laugh.

"We have changing rooms at the back, why don't we select a few things and see what works on you?"

"Oh okay, yeah, that sounds good."

"Hmm," Stacy said thoughtfully as she took grasped Abigail's shoulders, holding her at arm's length as she looked her up and down.

Abigail stood still, caught under her intense gaze as the woman's cool, slate grey eyes thoroughly examined her from head to toe. Standing there in a pair of worn jeans and an old t-shirt, she suddenly felt under-dressed, and felt herself blushing, only just resisting the urge to run out of the shop to the safety of the large, anonymous Debenhams she passed earlier.

"So let me guess: your bra size is 34C?"

"Close, 32C."

"And you're a twenty-four inch waist, thirty-five at the hips? Size ten?"

"Exactly!"

"Good. Well there are plenty of things we could do with you," she said as she set off towards a distant corner of the store, her heels clopping against the hardwood floor.

"Oh, um, good," Abigail said, following her.

The lady moved quickly around the confusing maze of shelves and racks. Every now and then, she would stop, pick up a seemingly random piece of clothing and hold it up against Abigail, pausing while she silently assessed how it might look, then either returned it or added to the growing pile of underwear in Abigail's arms.

"Good, let's give these a try, shall we?" Stacy said, adding one more item to the pile and heading towards the back of the store, where they met another young woman coming the other way.

"Ah Casey, would you mind watching the front desk?" Stacy asked.

"No that's fine," the other woman said, smiling politely at Abigail. 

"That's my younger sister Casey, she helps out here part-time," Stacy explained as she lead Abby past some smaller changing rooms to a large pair of red velvet curtains at the end.

"Stacy and Casey," Abigail said as she was ushered inside. "What nice names."

"Thanks. So you haven't been in here before have you Abby?" Stacy said, taking the pile of underwear and placing it on a chair.

"No, I've not lived in the city for very long actually," Abigail said, looking around.

Like the store, the dressing room was larger than Abigail had anticipated. It was a large well-lit area with some chairs, a free-standing rail full of hangers and a large floor-to-ceiling mirror. One corner was dominated by a large red velvet sofa.

"So how did you find us?"

"My friend Sarah recommended this area, she said this would be best for someone like me. I think she comes here a lot."

"Oh, I see. I shall have to look out for your friend."

"Anyway, thanks for your help," Abigail said as she pulled her t-shirt up over her head.

"No problem," Stacy said pleasantly as she sat down.

"Oh, haven't you got to get back to the shop?" Abigail said as she placed the folded t-shirt over the back of the chair.

"No, that's fine, Casey can manage."

"Oh, okay," Abigail said as she sat down an unfastened her trainers. She'd both expected and hoped the woman would leave her to it, but it would seem rude to ask her to leave now. She felt herself blushing again as she performed an impromptu strip tease, pulling off her socks and wriggling her jeans down over her thighs, acutely aware of how plain and conventional her cotton undies must look.

"We like to provide a personal service here" Stacy explained as she watched Abigail slide her white bra down over her arms and slip out of her matching panties. "It helps differentiate us from the big chain stores. We like to make sure our customers have a very personalised, pleasurable shopping experience."

"Oh I see," Abigail said. Although she'd been to an all-girls school, it still felt odd to be undressing in front of a woman. Not that she was ashamed of her body. Of course, sometimes, she longed for her breasts to be a little larger like Sarah's or her legs to be as long and shapely as Stacy's looked, but overall she was happy with her appearance. All those late evenings and early mornings spent at the gym had left her body toned and firm despite all of the take-aways and convenience food she'd been surviving on recently.

I haven't got anything this woman hasn't seen hundreds of times before she reassured herself, resisting the urge to slide an arm across her pert breasts and a hand over the narrow strip of freshly-shaved chestnut brown pubic hair nestling in the valley between her bare thighs.

"Here, we'll start with some basic styles and move onto the more exotic lingerie later," Stacy said holding out a bra and pants set made of mint-green cotton that didn't look too different to the ones she'd just removed.

Abigail quickly slipped them on, surprised at how well they fitted and relieved at no longer being completely naked. She twisted left and right as she examined herself in the mirror. The bra had looked similar to the one she'd just taken off so she was surprised to see how much difference it made.

The material felt different too, the soft, silky material clinging to her intimate parts, caressing her like a lover's fingers.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, pleasantly surprised at how full and perky it made her boobs look.

"You like it?" Stacy said standing behind her, adjusting the straps until they were just right.

"Yes, it looks great! Makes it look like I've got a cleavage!" Abigail said happily.

"Yes, this style's got some under-wiring so it gives a little lift and support," Stacy said, demonstrating by sliding her hands beneath Abigail breasts, cupping and lifting them a little.

"Oh! Um, yes, I see," Abigail squeaked, feeling her cheeks redden as the blonde gave her breasts a friendly squeeze making them bulge against the brassiere. 

"And the panties, you like them?" Stacy said as he slid her hands down the girl's sides and tugged the waistband a little higher.

"Yes, they're nice, I like the, um, colour," Abigail said as she felt the material move snugly against her pussy.

"Yes, I think this cut looks good on you too," the blonde said as she ran her fingers down over the taut material, her soft fingers tracing the edge along her inner thighs.

Abby wasn't used to such a 'hands-on' experience. "Are all boutiques like this?" she wondered as the blonde's restless fingers caused little fiery tingles to dance over her skin.

"Um, I think they're definitely a 'maybe', perhaps we should try the next set now," Abigail said, squirming a little as the assistant's slender fingers slid up and down the thin cotton of the panties.

"Of course, plenty to try on yet," Stacy said brightly, stepping across to the little pile of frothy lace and silk and extracting another set.

"Ah now, I think you'll like these," she continued, holding up a two tiny scraps of violet lace as Abigail quickly slipped the underwear off.

Abby quickly stepped into the lace panties and drew them up over her legs then slid the bra up over her arms.

"Allow me," Stacy said, stepping behind and sweeping her chestnut-brown hair to one side before fastening the clasp.

"Oh, it's a lot more skimpy and transparent than I'd normally go for," Abby said as she examined herself in the mirror. The lacy bra was semi-transparent with little embroidered butterflies and she could see the dark smudges of her nipples beneath.

"This is stretchy lace, so the bra has a little less support but I think it looks great on you, it's very feminine. You're lucky to have such lovely pert boobs, they don't need much support," Stacy said, once again cupping Abby's boobs to illustrate how firm they were.

"It's quite a bright colour," Abby stammered, feeling her skin tingle and her nipples responding as the blonde slowly ran her fingers over the slope of her breasts.

"We call it vivid violet, I think it suits you," Stacy said, sliding a hand smoothly over her flat stomach then the sheer lace of the panties. "I think you look ever so sexy, what do you think?"

Abby stood frozen in front of the mirror, trying to sort through the confusing mix of thoughts, sensations and emotions as the blonde casually smoothed the skimpy material of the panties over her mound.

"Yes they're, um, very sexy," she murmured, unable to suppress a soft moan as the woman massaged one of her boobs through the skimpy lace.

"Mmm, you smell good, what's that perfume?" Stacy whispered, her glossy lips next to Abby's ear, her breath warm on her bare skin of her neck.

"Um, Chanel number nineteen," Abby moaned as she felt the woman's lips gently brushing her shoulder.

"You smell delicious. The panties fit nice and snugly, don't they?" Stacy said as she lightly ran a teasing finger along the thin lace, tracing the thin dark strip of her pubic hair beneath.

"Please," Abby moaned, feeling herself melting under the blonde's seductive touch.

"Mmm, they really suit you, you look good enough to eat," Stacy whispered, gently sucking Abby's earlobe as a manicured finger traced her moist folds through the thin lace.

"Yes," Abby heard herself gasp, feeling her body surrendering to the delicious sensations.

"So how are you ladies getting on?" they heard Casey's voice calling outside the curtain. "Everything okay?"

Abby jumped, the spell broken.

"Perhaps I should try on the next set," she said, as she turned and glanced at the curtains, feeling slightly embarrassed at how flushed she looked in the mirror.

"Why don't you come in? We might need a second opinion," Stacy called.

"What about the shop?" Abby said, reluctant for another person to see her naked. She took some deep breaths to compose herself as she reached behind and unfastened the bra.

"Oh, it's usually pretty quiet on Wednesday mornings, besides there's a little bell on the counter," Stacy said, a faint smile on her moist red lips as she watched Abby undress.

"Yes, a little bell," Casey repeated as she slipped between the curtains."So how are we getting on?"

"Oh, I think we're very close to finding exactly what Abigail wants," Stacy said.

It could have been her imagination but she thought she saw the two sisters exchanging wicked grins.

"Listen, you've been very helpful, but I think I've taken up enough of your time," Abby said, slipping off the panties and feeling a little embarrassed at more than a slight hint of dampness on the violet lace.

"Don't be silly, we're happy to help," Stacy said, hunting through the little pile of silk and lace until she drew forth a black set comprising of panties, bra, garter belt and some sheer stockings.

"Oh, I'm not really sure that's me," Abby said, watching the little scraps of lace swing from the blonde's outstretched fingers. She always thought of garters and stockings as underwear worn by other women. Elegant, classy ladies in fancy evening gowns and expensive jewellery.

"Nonsense, it's like a little black dress, every girl should have one," Stacy insisted.

"I'm really not sure," Abby insisted.

"Hmm, well okay, our motto is the customer's always right," she said, her lips stretching into a tight smile. "I think I saw something earlier that you really must try," she continued as she disappeared between the curtains and back towards the shop.

"My sister's right, black undies with stockings could look really good on someone like you. In fact I'm wearing something similar, want to see?" Casey said enthusiastically, and before Abby had a chance to stop her, the young woman had slipped off her fitting charcoal jacket and wriggled her tight, knee-length skirt up over her slender legs to expose a tiny pair of lacy, black panties framed by a matching garter belt and suspenders. "I love how smooth the stockings feel, it makes me feel super-sexy!"


Honeysuckle Lingerie Ch. 01



"You look great, I mean they look great," Abby said, glancing over at the curtains and hoping Stacy wouldn't be too long.

"Come here, give me your hand," the young woman insisted, stepping closer and taking Abby's hand in hers.

Before she knew it, Abby felt her hand being drawn gently but firmly over the sheer material of Casey's stockings. The atmosphere in the room suddenly feeling a lot warmer as Casey encouraged her to run her fingers up over the dark stocking tops, then over the smooth, creamy skin of her bare thighs.

"You see how lovely and smooth they feel?" Casey sighed.

"Yes, so smooth," Abby whispered, unable to stop Casey to drawing her hand upwards between her warm thighs to stroke the delicately textured lace of her panties.

"Yes," Casey gasped as Abby caressed her. 

Abby felt like a rabbit caught in headlights as the horny assistant wrapped a slender arm around her neck and drew her into a slow, sensual kiss, her bare breasts crushed against Casey's crisp white blouse. The girl's red lip gloss tasted of strawberries and Abby felt herself enjoying their soft plumpness as Casey moaned contentedly, her hips undulating, grinding herself against Abby's hand.

"Ooh, that feels so good, just keep doing that," she urged, drawing Abby's fingers back and forth along the increasingly damp lace.

Abby shared some of the young woman's arousal, feeling herself growing moist against as Casey drew her close, the scent of her warm, spicy perfume filling her nostrils.

She was only vaguely aware of movement behind her, as Casey's breathless sobs urged her to not to stop.

"Come on Casey you naughty girl, I've told you about this before. You know the customer's needs always come first," Stacy said sternly as she strode back through the curtains. She took Abby's shoulders and steered her back in front of the mirror. 

"But I was just showing her..." Casey pouted, as she reluctantly straightened her skirt, tugging it back down over her knees.

"I'm perfectly aware of what you were showing her, and it's not the first time, is it? We'll talk about it later, in my office," she said angrily, as she handed Abby another outfit.

"Gosh, this seems even skimpier than the last set!" Abby said, examining the g-string, two tiny triangles of red lace held together with shoe-string thin straps. She daintily stepped into it and slid it up over her legs, the straps riding high on her hips, the lace barely covering the thin strip of pubic hair and the treasure beneath.

"It's a little more risqué but I think you've got the body to carry it off," Stacy said, handing her a matching brassiere, which she quickly pulled on.

As she examined herself in the mirror, once again Stacy stood behind her, adjusting the little spaghetti straps.

"This is a quite daring little demi-bra made of crimson satin and with a little lace trim to match the panties," she said.

"Wow, that looks great, really hot," Casey said.

Although it was a lot more daring than she'd usually choose, Abby had to admit she was right, the slinky material lifting and enhancing the pert firmness of her boobs, the half-cups only just covering her nipples.

"Can you lift you arms please? I need to make sure it fits properly," Stacy asked, and Abby allowed the blonde to lift her arms, relieved that she'd shaved her armpits and bikini-line earlier.

Abby stood patiently, hands on top of her head, elbows poking out, posed as if she was surrendering, as she felt the woman's slender fingers adjusting the thin straps then slide around and gently tug and squeeze the cups. She bit her lip, trying to suppress a soft groan as she felt Stacy's deft fingers caress her breasts through the thin satin.

"You're a genius sis, this looks so sexy. I just love this lace trim," Casey said, stepping in front of her and squeezing one of Abby's boobs. She flashed Abby a mischievous grin as she slid a finger along the lacy edge and Abby gasped as she felt the girl's teasing fingertip brush a tingling nipple.

"How about the g-string? Does it fit okay?" Stacy enquired, gently nibbling at Abby's earlobe and kissing the smooth skin of her shoulder as her slender fingers caressed her breasts, her wicked fingers quickly finding Abby's already semi-erect nipples and stroking them until they poked through the thin, clinging satin.

Abby, still standing with hands on head, was unable to suppress a throaty moan as she felt the blonde's firm fingers squeezing one of her hard little nipples tightly, her nerve endings firing wildly.

"Let me have a closer look," Casey said.

She felt another hot surge of arousal as she watched Casey slowly kneel in front of her and slide her warm hands up over her trembling legs. The tiny g-string barely covered her thin strip of pubic hair and she could feel Casey's hot breath on her bare skin as she leaned in close.

"Oh yeah, looks really good, really hot," Casey replied as she gently stroked her inner thighs.

"I think this high-cut really suits her, it really shows off her gorgeous pussy," she continued, running a soft finger along the edge of the thong, and Abby moaned as hot electric sparks of pleasure raced through her young body. 

Abby couldn't take any more of the teasing foreplay, surrendering to the delicious sensations, feeling her body melt like warm chocolate as the two assistants explored her body, the floral scent of their perfume mixing with the heady scent of her arousal in the increasingly warm, sticky atmosphere. She felt Stacy's arm sliding around her stomach, supporting her weight as Casey's tantalizing fingers explored the delicate lace of her panties and her knees became shaky. She threw her head back and almost sobbed with pleasure as she felt the girl's fingers exploring the contours of her swollen labia beneath the thin lace.

"Mmm, fits nice and tightly," Casey said, as her fingertips traced the little flowers embroidered in the lace, noting how it clung to the cleft of Abby's puffy, pouting lips. "How does it look at the back?"

"Looks really hot back here too," Stacy said, twisting Abby's limp body around as if she was a store mannequin so they could both see her rear in the mirror, her toned, firm buttocks, naked and bisected by the strap of the tiny crimson thong.

"What a cute little bottom!" Casey exclaimed, making Abby yelp by playfully slapping one of her bare buttocks.

"Mmm, your girlfriend's going to love you in this, Abby," Stacy added, as she gently tugged at Abby's glossy brunette hair, pulling her head to one side as her warm lips left a trail of hot kisses along the exposed skin of her neck.

"My girlfriend?" Abby said, rather breathlessly, resting her hands on Casey's shoulders as the raven-haired assistant began to lick her moist pussy lips through the damp, clinging lace.

"Yes, your girlfriend. Sarah, was it? She's going to love this, won't be able to keep her hands off you!" Stacy said, nibbling at Abby's ear as she gently tweaked one of her almost painfully hard little nipples.

"No, no, she's not my girlfriend," Abby protested, then moaned loudly as she felt Casey's glossy red lips kissing her inner thighs then her eager tongue impatiently licking her through her g-string.

"Oh, I see. Just a casual relationship then is it, you naughty girl?" Stacy continued as Abby felt her nimble fingers unfasten the clasp of her bra and slide it off her arms.

"No, no, I mean I'm not into... oh!" Abby exclaimed, as she felt Casey's agile tongue doing wonderful things to her pussy. She felt herself swaying on jelly legs as Stacy tossed the bra aside and was relieved when the two assistants gently eased her onto the floor.

"Let's take these off, shall we?" Casey said as she eagerly tugged at the little g-string, the damp lace briefly clinging to her sticky lips as she pulled it down over Abby's legs then tossed the soaking little scrap of crimson aside.

How have I ended up on the floor of this dressing room like this? Abby wondered dreamily, floating on a cloud of sheer bliss as she twisted her head and watched in the mirror. 

She was quite naked now, writhing and twisting on the carpet as the assistants' hands and tongues explored, teased and pleasured her young body in equal measure.

They were both still neatly dressed in their light and dark grey suits, their make-up perfect as they diligently attended to her satisfaction. Stacy, not a blonde hair out of place, knelt next to her and left light traces of her pale pink lipstick on her warm skin as she kissed her neck, her shoulders, the slope of her boobs.

Abby slid an arm beneath her head, watching through half-open eyes as Casey eased her knees wide apart and left a trail of hot kisses along the inside of her thighs. She groaned as she felt the younger assistant's soft fingers ease her puffy outer lips apart, exposing the glistening, pale pink inner folds of her liquid pussy. 

"Mmm, delicious," Casey said, grinning wickedly as her keen, feline tongue began to lap hungrily at the warm honey that spilled from deep within Abby.

"Oh God, yes," she groaned, closing her eyes and savouring the delicious sensations as the two assistants intimately caressed her. She felt a fresh rush of intense pleasure as Stacy squeezed one of her boobs into a tight cone and flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth over her super-sensitive nipples, making her squirm happily against the worn carpet.

A long, low growl of pleasure escaped Abby's lips as she felt first one, then two, of Casey's slender fingers probed the tight entrance of her pussy. Her breath was coming in short, sharp gasps now as the girl began to slowly finger-fuck her, her hand turned upward, her fingers dripping with Abby's honey.

"Oh God, it feels so good," she panted as she felt Casey's fingers easing smoothly deep inside her until her knuckles grazed her labia, and Stacy's teeth gently tugged at one of her stiff nipples.

It had been such a long, teasing build up and now her body was urgently demanding the sweet release of orgasm.

"Please, please," she begged, her hips rocking as she felt Casey flick the tip of her tongue back and forth over her throbbing, greedy clit.

"Please, don't stop, don't stop," she heard herself begging as she felt the tension build and build, every muscle in her body straining as Casey's fingers thrust in and out fast and hard now, and Stacy's cruel fingers twisted her achingly hard nipples. Their fingers and tongues and lips licking and sucking and probing her till she simply couldn't take any more of the intense feelings and she came, her back arching up off the floor, the sensational pleasure rushing through every cell and nerve ending of her body for what seemed like several long minutes.

When her breathing finally returned to normal, she opened her eyes and hardly recognised herself when she looked in the mirror. Her normally neat hair was tousled, her face flushed and hot tears of pleasure had caused faint black trails of mascara to stain her cheeks. Looking around, she noticed Casey was gone. She slowly sat up and watched as Stacy collected a little bundle of underwear together.

"So you'll take the mint green set, the crimson g-string and the satin bra, is that right?" she said cheerfully. "Casey's placed your clothes in the bathroom next door. Perhaps you'd like to freshen up before you get dressed?"

-

"That seems very reasonable," Abby said as she watched Casey ring up her purchases at the cash register and swiped her credit card.

"Yes, there's special discount for new customers," the young woman said, as she flashed her a broad grin.

"Oh, well, that's good to know," Abby stammered. Her head was still spinning, had that all really happened? Should she ask for the girl's phone number or give her a tip or something? What was the etiquette when a shop assistant had given you the best orgasm of your life?

"There you go, we do hope you're satisfied with your shopping experience today," Casey said, handing over a tiny bag. 

"Um, yes. I was very satisfied, very satisfied indeed," Abby replied, feeling herself flush as she read the side of the bag: "Another satisfied customer of Honeysuckle Lingerie".

"Thank-you," Casey said brightly, "We do hope you'll come again!"

She glanced at her watch as she stumbled out into a crowded cityscape of traffic noise, exhaust fumes and impatient pedestrians, temporarily blinded by the midday sun. It was already one o-clock! Had she really been in the store for over two hours?

-

"Thanks for the wine."

"No problem, I'm buying the next round too. I need to thank you for recommending that shopping area. I found a great little boutique."

It was Friday, the end of another week of long days at the office and, as usual, they'd met at a wine bar near Abigail's flat to discuss their weekend plans.

"Oh really? I was worried you wouldn't know what you wanted, then panic and come back with a multi-pack of white cotton briefs from Primark."

"No, as I say this boutique was good. Really good, actually."

"Good, as in they had a wide range or it was reasonably priced or the assistants were helpful?"

"Well yes, the assistant's certainly were, um, accommodating," Abigail said, her mouth suddenly dry as she shifted in her seat. "They took the time to find out exactly what I needed and then they, um, they gave it to me."

"Sounds great. You got what you wanted then?"

"Oh, yes, I got exactly what I wanted actually," Abby said, feeling her cheeks glow warmly. She'd been blushing a lot over the last few days whenever she recalled her first lesbian experience.

"Cool. So where is this shop? Maybe I should check it out," Sarah said, glancing over Abby's shoulder as two tall, professional-looking men in dark suits joined them at the bar.

"Um, I'm not sure it's exactly your kind of thing. It's quite small. I think it's in Victoria Road."

"Oh okay. Isn't that a gay area?"

"A gay area? You didn't mention that!"

"Come on, everybody knows that's a gay area."

"Well, I didn't!"

"Well, what does it matter?"

"Oh, um, no reason."

"Well, I didn't think it was important. Anyway wouldn't it have been obvious?"

"Well I didn't notice. Not at first anyway."

"You must have noticed the girly bars and nightclubs down there. I think one of them's called 'Lipstick' and there's another one called something like 'Blush'."

"Oh, really?" Abby said thoughtfully.

"So did you see any hot girl-on-girl action down there?" she said, grinning as she swirled her wine around the glass and smiled at one of the men that had perched on the bar stools behind Abby.

"Girl-on-girl action? Um, no. No, not at all, no," Abigail said, laughing nervously as she finished her wine. "Although gay and lesbian nightclubs can be fun, right? Perhaps we should head down there later. Just for a laugh, I mean..." 



Honeysuckle Lingerie Ch. 02



2. Another Satisfied Customer

"Come on poppet," James Hedley-Wilson said impatiently, sweeping a hand through his greying hair as once again he had to wait for her to catch up.

"Sorry, James, it's these new shoes," the flustered young woman said as she skipped along, her dangerously high heels rattling against the paving stones.

"I only said I liked you in those heels, you didn't have to wear them Emma," he said, as he glanced at his Rolex.

"Sorry," Emma repeated.

"We've only got a couple of hours before the show starts. What's this shop called again?"

"Honeysuckle Lingerie. Sarah, my friend from work recommended it. She said it was down the end of this road," she panted as she struggled to keep up with him

"Yes, well, let's hope so, hmm?" he said, already regretting to offer to buy her some new underwear.

--

"What do we always say in this shop?" Stacy said.

"Um, I don't remember," Casey replied.

She was bent over Stacy's desk in her office at the back of the store, her charcoal skirt stretched tightly over her pert bottom, a firm hand in the centre of her back, the desk's varnished surface cold against her chin and forearms.

"Ow!" she squealed as Stacy brought her hand down smartly, the sharp sound echoing off the plain magnolia walls like a rifle shot.

"What do we always say?" she repeated slowly, as if she was addressing a child.

"The customer always comes first," Casey said, intoning the phrase like a mantra.

"That's right," Stacy said running a hand over her sister's smoothly rounded buttocks. 

"Look, I'm sorry, alright? Let's get back to the store, eh?" Casey said, trying to straighten up.

"Not so fast," Stacy said, pushing her back down with a firm hand between her shoulders. "So what was going on with that girl Abby earlier, hmm?"

"It wasn't my fault, she came on to me," Casey protested, then squealed as she felt Stacy's cruel hand spank her sharply again.

"Why do you always make it so hard on yourself, hmm?" Stacy said as she wriggled Casey's tight skirt up over her stocking tops, unable to resist running her fingers along the sheer black nylon. She was always surprised at how much longer the stockings and black stilettos made her sister's legs look.

"No, please don't," Casey whimpered as the older woman neatly folded her skirt up around her waist, and she felt the cool air kiss her warm buttocks. The tiny thong was just a thin black ribbon plunging between her cheeks, providing little protection against her sister's mean hands.

"Now why don't you tell me the truth while you can still sit down?" the blonde said, extracting another yelp from her sister with a fierce slap.

"Ow! Alright, alright! I may have encouraged her a little," Casey whined, seriously regretting wearing such a skimpy thong as her sister stung her naked skin again.

Stacy smiled as she brought her hand down again, once on each buttock, a little harder this time, enjoying the sight of her sister squirming, her smoothly rounded buttocks wiggling provocatively.

"Ow! Jeez! Not so hard!" she whined.

"It's not the first time, is it? Hmm? What about that middle-aged woman last week? Jessica, was it? I seem to remember finding you encouraging her to check out what was beneath your skirt too, you little tramp!" Stacy said as she delivered several more hard slaps to Casey's reddened buttocks.

"Ow! Ouch! Please!" Casey yelped.

"And the teenager with the impressive tattoos? Didn't I find her between your legs too?" she said, as she warmed Casey's derriere.

"Ow! Please! I don't remember," Casey whimpered miserably, her buttocks beginning to throb painfully now as her sister slapped her. It wasn't the first time this had happened, and Stacy knew all the tender little spots that would make her wail.

"Well, then maybe it's time you had a proper spanking so you have something to remember next time," Stacy said, thoroughly enjoying the sight of her sister's bottom glowing hot pink as she began to ease the tiny thong down over her hips.

"Wait, wait! Stop! I think I hear the bell, someone's waiting in the shop," Casey squealed, straining her ears, and desperate to avoid any more punishment.

"If this is a trick you're only going to make it worse, you little tart," Stacy growled, pausing, her hand poised in mid-air.

Casey held her breath and hoped she wasn't mistaken. Her older sister seemed in a particularly vindictive mood this afternoon.

--

"Hello? Shop! Shop?" James shouted as he roughly slammed his hand on the little brass bell.

"Please don't make a fuss, James," Emma said.

"No, you wanted to shop here, so that's what we'll do," he said, ringing the bell again.

"We can always try somewhere else," Emma said quietly as she nervously fingered some silk brassieres.

"Ah, about time!" he said, as a tall blonde assistant appeared.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, I had some staffing issues. How can I help?" Stacy said, smiling politely at the middle-aged man dressed in a pink polo shirt and beige chinos.

"My, um, friend here is looking for something slinky for the boudoir, some kind of nightgown or slip, something sexy but classic," James said, indicating his redheaded partner, who looked to be much younger. He looked at least forty, whereas she didn't even look thirty.

"I see, well our slips, teddies, body-stockings, corsets, negligees and babydoll nighties are all over here," Stacy said, leading them towards the back of the store.

"Yes, I like these babydolls," James said, fingering the sheer material. "What do you think, dear? I think you'd look great in one of these."

"Um, yes, they're nice," Emma said.

"Yes, very nice, have you got this in pink or white?" he asked.

"Well, I'm not sure..." Stacy began to say, before being interrupted by the harsh ringtone of his mobile.

"Hello!" he barked, holding up a finger to her face and stopping her in mid-sentence as he pressed it to his ear. 

"It's work, I've got to take this," he said over his shoulder as he strode back towards the front of the store.

"Okay, well, I was about to say that we do have this in pink and white, but I think an emerald or midnight blue might suit your colouring and complexion better," Stacy said pulling a dark green babydoll from the rail and holding it up in front of her.

"Well, James does prefer white or pink..." she said.

"Yes, but don't you think if you're happy, James will be happy? Anyway, he's not here to give an opinion is he?"

"Well, if you think so..." 

"I do, it's your body, you've got to wear this. So why don't we start again? My name's Stacy," she said, holding out her hand.

"I'm Emma," she said, relaxing a little as she wrapped her warm fingers around Stacy's.

"Okay Emma, you look like a size ten, right?"

"Right."

"Well, let's find something that you really love, and we'll worry about what James thinks later, hmm?"

--

Outside, James held a hand up against his ear as the noise of a lorry echoed loudly off the walls of the narrow street.

"What's that?" he shouted.

"I said, how's your conference going?" his wife repeated.

"Oh, you know how these things are. A bunch of middle-aged men in the function room of the Radisson talking about developing markets in China and India. It's pretty much like it always is," he complained.

"Well, never mind, only one more day to go, eh?"

"Yes, formal dinner tonight, lots of networking opportunities, but I'll be home tomorrow sometime."

"Okay, well don't drink too much. And don't forget to pick up Olivia from St Catherine's on your way back."

"No, no, don't worry, I haven't forgotten."

"Okay, see you soon darling."

James pressed the little red button to disconnect the call as he re-entered the store. There was another lady behind the counter, with the same slender figure as the other assistant, but he couldn't see Emma.

"Excuse me Sir," the dark-haired girl said, intercepting him as he started towards the rear of the store. "Your friend's in the changing room but I'm afraid we don't let gentlemen back there. You're welcome to take a seat, if you like."

"Oh, I see," he grunted. "Well, I hope she doesn't keep me waiting too long."

--

"Hmm, I think this looks okay..." Emma said, twisting around as she examined herself in the full-length mirror. "What do you think?"

She was wearing the pink baby doll that James had picked out, the satin plunge bra clinging to her full boobs. Hanging from the opaque bra, the sheer chiffon skirt hung loosely over her curves, barely covering her thighs, and beneath Stacy could clearly see the matching v-line panties.

"I think I love my job," Stacy thought to herself as she took her time, assessing the girl from various angles. She was exactly the kind of cute, innocent type that Stacy found irresistible, a little plump but not overly so, her impressive cleavage and the rounded curve of her hips emphasizing her narrow waist. Tresses of auburn hair spilled over her shoulders and framed her rounded, elfin face and rosebud lips. 

"Well it's certainly very feminine and it seems to fit okay," she said finally, unable to resist sliding her hands over the bra and exploring their soft fullness of the girl's breasts as she adjusted the cups a little. 

"What do you think?"

"Well I thought I'd like it but now I'm not so sure and it's quite similar to something James bought me last Valentine's Day, actually," she said, biting her lip thoughtfully.

"If you want my honest opinion, I'd say the colour doesn't really suit you, and it seems a little old-fashioned," Stacy said.

"Yes, but it is James's money..." the girl argued.

"Well, tell you what let's come back to it if we can't find you something you think James will like better, hmm?" Stacy said.

"Okay, fine," Emma said as she pulled the gown up over her head.

"So how long have you known James?" Stacy asked, trying not to be distracted by the sight of Emma's ample boobs bouncing into view as she sorted through the pile of underwear which she'd left over the back of a chair, trying to decide which outfit she wanted to see Emma in first.

"Oh, about two years, " Emma said, grabbing the back of another chair to steady herself as she stepped out of her panties. "I used to be his secretary."

"Two years, well, that's quite something," Stacy said, trying not to sound too surprised. "He seems very, um, generous."

"Oh, he is, very generous," Emma said, nodding. "And kind. In his own way."

"So, um, I don't mean to be nosy but I couldn't help noticing his ring..." she said, handing her an emerald green teddy.

"He is married, but he's virtually separated from his wife, in fact they've been sleeping in separate rooms for a while," Emma said.

"Oh, I see."

"Yes, he's going to leave his wife, once things settle down a bit..." Emma said, sounding a little unsure of herself as she stepped into the little tangle of satin and lace, wriggling it up over her legs like a one-piece swimsuit.

"I don't want to sound judgemental, but two years seems like a long time to wait," Stacy said, stepping behind the redhead and helping her slide her arms through the straps.

"Yes, we argue about it a lot actually. Now I say it out loud, you're right, it does sound like a long time," Emma replied, as she eased the thin straps over her shoulders, the dark green contrasting with her pink skin.

"Hmm," Stacy said as she adjusted the straps.

"And frankly, it's not like the sex has been great recently. Just between you and me I haven't had a, you know, satisfying conclusion in months," Emma said candidly, smiling as she examined herself in the mirror, pleasantly surprised at the result.

"Oh, really? Well perhaps some sexy underwear will help," Stacy said. "So what do you think?"

"Wow, this looks great, I think you're right about a stronger colour suiting me," Emma said.

"Yes, and I think this is a better style for you, you see how it emphasizes your lovely slim waist," Stacy explained as she ran her hands over the satin, noting how the darkly shiny material caught the light and emphasized her feminine curves.

"Yes, looks really sexy," Emma agreed.

"And the lace shows off that gorgeous cleavage," she continued, sliding her hands up the girl's body to squeeze her breasts through the lace-trimmed, satin cups.

"Oh! You're very hands on here, aren't you?" Emma gasped, her eyebrows shooting up over her forehead, her crimson lips formed into a perfect 'O'-shape. 

"Well, we like to think we provide a much more personal experience than the big chain stores, we want to make sure our customers get exactly what they want," Stacy said, smiling as she ran her hands over the woman's body, savouring the feel of the girls firm but yielding flesh. 

--

James slumped in the chair, feeling a little bored as he flicked through the texts on his mobile. He deleted several, including the one from his wife reminding him to pick up his daughter from school on the way back home. Once he'd finished, he glanced at his watch again, then looked around the store.

That rather sexy dark-haired assistant was putting some underwear back on the racks, and his cool blue eyes followed her lovely nylon legs as she crossed his path, her spiky black heels tapping against the hardwood floor.

"Wouldn't mind seeing her in some of those little lacy numbers," he thought to himself as he watched her slipping a hanger through the shoulder straps of a racy little negligee. He found himself fantasizing about coming back here later without Emma and asking her to model some of the underwear for him. Perhaps pretending he wanted to get something for his mistress as a surprise and hinting at a large tip if she helped him out.

"Was it this one you think she liked Sir?" he pictured her asking as she performed a little pirouette in that lace-trimmed black slip she was holding now, the wet-look satin clinging to her firm young boobs and just barely concealing the curve of her pert buttocks.

"You know, I'm really not sure. Perhaps you need to try on that white babydoll again," he'd say, pointing to a tiny, virtually transparent number.

"Are you sure, Sir? I tried it on earlier," she'd sigh.

"Oh yes, I'm very sure," he'd say, leaning back in his chair and lacing his fingers behind his head as he watched her easing the thin straps from her shoulders, and wriggling it down over her hot little body.

--

"Does it feel like it fits okay?" Stacy said, as she slid her hands up and down the satin, smoothing it over the redhead's generous curves. She was a few inches taller than her barefooted customer and up this close, she could see the fine spray of freckles across the slope of her breasts over her shoulder. She felt Emma's heart fluttering against her chest as she slid her hand lower over her ribcage.

"Yes, it fits really well," Emma said, a little breathlessly, watching in the mirror as the blonde assistant's hand slid between her thighs.

"And what about down here? It's not too tight?" Stacy asked, lightly trailing her fingers over the sheer emerald lace stretched over her mound.

"No, no, it's perfect," the redhead sighed.

"I like these little flowers picked put in the lace, they're ever so pretty, aren't they?" Stacy said in her crisp English accent, as she traced tingly lines with a teasing fingertip.

"Yes," Emma moaned as fiery sensations radiated from her pussy.

"What about this high cut? You like it?" Stacy said, feeling the young woman shiver as she ran her finger along the lacy edge, slowly tracing a line from the gusset up over the crease of her thigh.

"It's good, so good," Emma repeated.

"Imagine striding into the bedroom just wearing this and a pair of heels, hmm? Your boyfriend won't be able to keep his hands off you," Stacy said, easing her copper curls to one side, unable to resist kissing the pale, marble skin of her neck.

"No," Emma moaned, leaning back into Stacy's warm body as the blonde nuzzled her neck and her hand slowly moved back and forth between her legs tracing the inflamed contours of her pussy.

"I know I can't resist," Stacy confessed as she slowly licked the girl's ear.

"Oh God, we really shouldn't be doing this," Emma groaned as she felt her sex-starved body surrendering to the blonde's gentle, patient caresses.

"I know, he's just outside, it's so naughty," Stacy agreed as she slipped a spaghetti strap over the girl's smooth shoulder and nuzzled her neck.

"Please, you really need to stop," Emma said, watching in the mirror as Stacy eased the clinging teddy down, exposing her left boob.

Hot flushes of fiery pleasure danced over her body as she watched Stacy's hand massaging her breast, squeezing it tightly before drawing a teasing thumb back and forth over her rapidly hardening nipple. She watched as the blonde licked her fingers till they glistened wetly then spread the wetness around her taut, stubby bud. As one hand continued to stroke her between her legs, she heard herself moaning happily as Stacy's fingers plucked at her tight, achingly-sensitive nipple.

"Oh God, it's so good," she moaned happily as the blonde's fingers massaged her pussy, the wet lace clinging to her sticky lips now. As Stacy's experienced fingers swirled in tight little circles, waves of sweet pleasure swept over her body and she felt her knees turn to jelly.

"Perhaps you ought to sit down," Stacy murmured, her lips next to Emma's ear as she wrapped an arm around her waist and helped her towards the chaise longue.

--

James wandered around the store, pretending to examine the seemingly endless varieties of sexy underwear that crowded the aisles as he followed the dark-haired assistant. He'd noticed that she reorganising a whole shelf of brassieres, removing the old stock and replacing it with new. 

He watched her patiently, noting how she working from the upper shelf downwards, feeling his arousal grow and his cock stiffen as she moved lower. His cock swelled as he watched her bend at the waist now, her dark grey skirt stretched tightly over her derrière as she plucked bra's from a cardboard box on the floor and slid them onto the racks. As she bent over, the skirt rode up a little over her shapely legs, exposing the dark band of her stocking tops.

She had a gorgeous arse, he thought to himself as his fully-hard cock pressed uncomfortably against his boxer shorts. He was sorely tempted to creep up on her and give it a little slap, test the firmness of her tight buttocks. But, of course, you weren't allowed to pay a woman a compliment like that these days. Bloody political correctness gone mad, he thought, shaking his head.

He slipped a hand into the pocket of his chinos, tugging at his erection until he found a comfortable position as he watched her kneeling on the floor, bending low as she stocked the lowest shelf.

Of course, he wanted to do more than just slap that bottom. He pictured himself, kneeling behind her and grasping her tightly around the waist, his crotch pressed against that lovely tight arse.

"Oh Sir! What are you doing?" she'd gasp as he roughly pulled the hem of her skirt up over those nylon legs exposing the band of bare creamy skin above her dark stocking tops.

"I thought we could find something to do to pass the time," he'd say as he wriggled her skirt higher, exposing what he was sure would be a tiny pair of panties, the kind you could easily hook aside with a finger to expose the pink velvety treasures beneath.

--

Stacy licked her glossy pink lips as she hooked the narrow, lacy gusset aside to expose Emma's sweet pussy, running a fingertip along her prominent rose-pink labia and stroking the triangle of tight, copper curls that nestled between her milky thighs.

Emma was sprawled on the scarlet chaise longue, one leg hooked over the arm, her thighs spread wantonly. She placed an arm behind her head, looking straight into Stacy's cool grey eyes as the blonde slowly ran her moist tongue along the length of her slit from her tight little anus, along her sensitive pussy lips finishing at the swollen nub of her clit.




Honeysuckle Lingerie Ch. 02



"Mmm, you taste delicious," Stacy murmured as she repeated the action again and again as Emma arched her back like a contented cat.

"Feels so good," she heard the woman sigh as she sucked at one of her puffy lips, drawing it into her warm, wet mouth and stroking it with her tongue.

As her tongue teased and pleased the redhead's pussy, she watched as Emma tugged the lacy teddy down over her ample boobs, fondling them with her hands and pinching her puckered nipples.

"Yes," she gasped happily, opening her legs even wider as Stacy spread the outer lips of her pussy and ran the tip of her tongue along the wet, pink inner folds with the very tip of her tongue. She felt the girl squirm as she enthusiastically lapped at the warm juices that spilt freely from deep within.

"Yes, just there, don't stop," she heard Emma say breathlessly as she patiently licked and sucked at the girls soft, wet folds and gently stimulated the little pebble-hard clit with a wet thumb. Stacy licked and licked at Emma's molten pussy, enjoying the sound of the redhead's feverish sobs, her voice becoming ever more higher-pitched and strained as her release drew nearer.

"Mmm, lovely and tight," Stacy sighed as slowly eased a wet finger into the redhead's vagina, feeling the tight, velvety lips clasping her as Emma moaned happily.

--

Casey paused as she placed the last "Lola classic stretch-lace" brassiere on the rack; she was sure she heard a noise coming from the rear of the store. There it was again, a low moaning sound. She smiled as she recognised the unmistakeable sound of Stacy (the naughty girl!) making sure that they had another satisfied customer. She remembered that she'd been back there for some time and the redhead hadn't come out yet, although judging by the increasingly loud noises it sounded like she'd be coming quite soon!

As the sounds became louder and more urgent, she stood up to make sure nobody else could hear. She was surprised to see Emma's older boyfriend standing watching her in the aisle immediately behind.

"Oh Sir, you startled me!" she said, her hand flying to her chest.

"Ah yes, I was just looking at these panties, maybe I'll buy my friend something else," he said, fingering a pair of silky French knickers.

Behind her, she could hear Emma's distant moans becoming louder.

"Well, perhaps I can show you some examples back here," she said, taking his arm and quickly leading him away from passionate sounds of the dressing rooms and back towards the front desk.

--

"Yes, yes! Don't stop, don't stop!" Emma was crying now, savouring the delicious friction as Stacy eased two well-lubricated fingers in and out of her soaking pussy. Stacy's mouth was clamped over her thighs, drawing her clit into the warm, wetness of her mouth, her restless tongue dancing over the throbbing nub, tormenting and teasing in equal measure.

The redhead was lying back on the chaise longue, her head back, her pretty face flushed, amber eyes squeezed shut as her heaving body rode the hot surges of pleasure. Her mouth was wide open, as she drew in lungfuls of the hot, humid air, her breasts heaving as her fingers clutched at a plump cushion.

"Yes, oh, you're gonna make me cum!" she panted desperately, sliding a hand over Stacy's blonde hair and pressing her face even tighter against her hot thighs. She slid her other hand up over her swollen breast, tightly squeezing one of her ultra-sensitive nipples between thumb and forefinger until she squealed with the exquisite mix of pleasure and pain.

"Don't stop, make me come, please!" she begged, every muscle straining, her body tensing in anticipation of the coming tsunami.

"Yes, yes!" she cried as her climax hit, the wave of ecstasy sweeping over her, leaving her breathless and spent as she soared upwards on a cloud of pure pleasure.

--

When she finally came back to earth, she opened her eyes to see Stacy neatly folding her clothes.

"There's a bathroom next door if you want to freshen up," she said, her pink lips curled into a friendly smile.

"Thanks," Emma gasped, as Stacy helped her up onto wobbly legs.

"I assume you'll be taking that teddy," she grinned, nodding at the damp scrap of satin and lace still clinging to Emma's damp, exhausted body.

--

"Did you get that babydoll, darling?" he asked.

Once she'd cleaned up and regained her composure, Emma had found James waiting back at the counter.

"No, Stacy showed me something new and I really liked it," Emma replied, digging her fingernails into her palm to stop herself giggling.

"Good, so you found something you liked then?" he said as he handed over his platinum credit card and glanced at his watch.

"Oh yes, very much so," Emma said, winking at the tall blonde as she blushed prettily.

"There," Stacy said, returning the wink as she handed over the little lavender-coloured bag. "We do hope you enjoyed your experience here."

"Very much, thanks," Emma said as James opened the door.

"And I do hope you'll come again!" Stacy called after her.

"So do I!" Emma mumbled as she followed him out into the noisy city streets.

"What was that?" James asked.

"Nothing, darling," she replied.

--

Later, Emma lay in bed and stared up at the ceiling of the hotel room while James snored beside her. Stacy had been right about the teddy; James had gone wild when she emerged from the bathroom dressed in nothing but the tight emerald lingerie and a pair of matching patent leather heels.

She'd had an orgasm with him for the first time in months but only because she'd closed her eyes and fantasized that she was with Stacy. As he enthusiastically bounced up and down on top of her, his breath hot against her shoulder, his eyes squeezed shut, Emma pretended Stacy was pleasuring her with a dildo, her teeth closing around her neck as she told Emma what a bad girl she was.

As James groaned and sweated towards an even quicker than usual climax, she heard Stacy's hot lips telling her how hot and naughty she was earlier in the changing room, where any passing customer could have heard her.

And as he finished with a strangled cry and a series of sharp, staccato strokes, she'd experienced a lovely little orgasm, a pleasant enough tremor but nothing like the earthquake she'd experienced earlier. 

As James staggered off to the bathroom, she lay in the semi-darkness thinking about the day's events. It wasn't so much that she was now convinced she was a lesbian, it was more that the experience had made her feel wanted and desirable again, and opened her eyes to a world of possibilities she could explore. Explore as a single unattached woman.

She felt the bed lurch, the springs creaking as he got back in and lay there for a while wondering whether to tell him it was over now or whether it was kinder to leave it until the morning.



Honeysuckle Lingerie Ch. 03



3. Product Testing

Casey stared gloomily out of the window as the sky turned an even darker shade of grey and a few drops of grimy city rain splashed against the shop window. 

She took the weight off her feet by perching on the tall stool she kept hidden behind the counter, a brief relief from her gorgeous but uncomfortable new midnight-blue heeled sandals. 

It had been a long afternoon, but she kept herself going by thinking about how she could spend her evening: a long, hot bath, an enormous glass of wine and curling up on her sofa to continue reading the steamy new novel she'd started last night.

She sighed and glanced at her slim gold watch. It was only half-past-four, another thirty minutes before she could leave. After the excitement of yesterday, today had been quite quiet, just a handful of customers venturing out on this cold and blustery Thursday afternoon. The lack of customers left her lots of time to think about what had happened yesterday, to remember how Abby's fingers felt sliding over her skimpy lace panties, how it would have felt to have her stroke the willing flesh beneath. Seducing an inexperienced girl like Abby was such a turn-on; a few more minutes alone with her would have certainly relieved some of the stress of yesterday. If only her sister hadn't interrupted; she was such a spoilsport! 

All the thoughts of what she could have done with young Abby, were making her feel hot all over again and she was just wondering if she shouldn't slip off to the Ladies for a little manual stress relief when she heard her sister's voice.

"Casey?" she heard her shout.

"I'm at the counter," she shouted back, her feet complaining as she stood once more. Her older sister would tell her off if she saw her using the stool. She was so bossy! It had always been the same though, even when they were growing up. She treated Casey like any other member of staff rather than the joint owner (although admittedly she only owned a nominal ten percent of the store).

"Are you okay? You look a bit pale," Casey said as her sister appeared around the corner.

"Actually, I'm not feeling too good, I can't seem to get rid of this bloody headache," Stacy said, leaning heavily on the counter.

"Why don't you go early? I can lock up."

"I would, but I'm still waiting for this sales rep. to turn up."

"Sales rep?"

"Yes, Pippa something. Met her at that exhibition recently. She should have been here by now," Stacy said, massaging her temples.

"You know what these rep's are like, unreliable at the best of times. Hey, I can talk to her if she turns up."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely."

"Okay thanks, but don't agree to anything without checking with me, alright?"

"Of course not, now you go home and have a rest sweetie."

--

Pippa Willows pulled into the first parking spot she saw, switched the engine off and yanked the keys from the ignition before leaping out of the silver Mercedes. 

"Bloody London traffic!" she muttered, hunching her shoulders and grimacing as she felt some drops of rain splashing on her straw blonde hair as she heaved two large black cases from the boot. She was having such a bad week and being late was the last thing she needed. Her monthly bonus was in doubt unless she managed to do some serious deals soon.

She quickly skipped out of the car park and hurried left towards the sign that at the end of the street that read "Honeysuckle Lingerie".

--

"Here, let me help you," Casey said, rushing over and holding the door open as the young woman struggled through the door with her cases.

"Thanks, I'm Pippa Willows, I've got an appointment with Stacy," the woman said, putting the cases on the floor and shaking the excess rain from her coat.

"I'm afraid my sister's ill so she's gone home early, but I'm Casey the joint owner here, so perhaps you could talk to me instead. If that's alright with you, of course," Casey said, offering her hand.

"Of course, pleased to meet you," Pippa said.

"Likewise," Casey said, looking her up and down as they politely shook hands. She suited her name, tall and willowy with pale skin and dark blue, almost indigo-coloured, eyes behind black-rimmed designer spectacles. Her long straight blonde hair was parted in the centre and flowed over her shoulders.

"Sorry I'm a bit late, the traffic's shocking," Pippa said apologetically as she slipped out of her raincoat.

"No problem. Let me take that," Casey offered, admiring the way the woman's silky aquamarine blouse and navy skirt clung to her slender figure.

"So where can I...?" Pippa said, holding out the cases.

"If you head up those stairs, you'll find the office to your left," Casey said, pointing towards the rear of the store. "It's just me here at the moment, so I'll lock the doors and follow you up."

--

The upstairs office was surprisingly large, with vanilla-coloured walls and a beige carpet. There was a large desk with two chairs in front of the rain-splashed window but Casey lead the saleswoman over to a more casual space, a corner where a large comfortable-looking tan leather sofa sat in front of some abstract prints and helped her place the two large cases on a sleek chrome and glass coffee table.

"So, first of all, thanks for sparing me some of your valuable time," Pippa said, straightening her navy skirt over her knees as she sat down. She hooked a pair of black-rimmed glasses over her ears and handed Casey a business card that read "Pippa Willows, Senior Sales Representative, Silk and Steel Ltd."

"No problem, thanks for coming to see us," Casey said politely, taking a seat on the sofa beside her.

"Right, so let me start with a question: what's the bestselling book of all time?"

"Um, Harry Potter?" Casey guessed.

"Fifty Shades of Grey," Pippa said with a grin. "So what does that tell you about the British woman of today?"

Casey opened her mouth to reply but Pippa swept on with what was obviously a well-practiced sales pitch.

"It tells me that women today are much more liberated and open about exploring the limits of their sexuality. I've been with Silk and Steel for five years and every year that passes, I find that women are a little more willing to talk about sex and experiment with our products. Every year we've increased our sales. Buying yourself a dildo is normal now. And trying a little light bondage just isn't seen as being weird or kinky these days. It's just seen as a sign of having a healthy sex life with your boyfriend."

"Or girlfriend," Casey added.

"Or girlfriend of course; whether you're straight, gay or lesbian, trying something new or different just isn't a big deal these days. The internet has allowed women to realise that they're not alone in having sexual fantasies or wanting to explore their sexual boundaries. You can buy vibrators on Amazon these days, for goodness sake!"

"Okay, so what exactly do you sell?" Casey said.

"I'm glad you asked," Pippa said, grinning as she flipped open the catch of the first case.

"Oh! I see!" Casey said, watching as the woman folded it open to reveal a wide array of bondage equipment: black leather whips, velvet blindfolds, shiny metal handcuffs.

"And in this case, some more conventional sex toys," Pippa said as she opened the second case which was filled with a colourful mix of dildos, vibrators, lubricants and other adult accessories.

"But we're a lingerie store, we just don't stock these kind of items," Casey said.

"Yes, but as I was saying to your sister at the conference, you really are missing a big sales opportunity. A recent survey found that more than fifty percent of women own or have owned a vibrator, did you know that? A lot of women get them from the internet, but don't you think they'd want to know what it feels like before buying it? Don't you think they'd want to hold it, and get a feel for its size and texture?"

"I guess, but I'm still not sure..."

"I mean, think about it. Your customers are already semi-naked and trying on lingerie, so they're already in that bedroom mind-set, why not discretely offer them a range of high-quality toys to enhance their sex life?"

"Yes, well, I must admit I am impressed by your range," Casey said, smiling as she ran her fingers over the vibrators, examining the wide range of colours and textures and shapes, from elegantly-curved, pastel-coloured vibrators to tiny bullet-shaped clitoral stimulators to thick, penis-shaped dongs. She crossed her legs, feeling her fitting grey trousers stretching tightly against her thighs as she wondered how the different toys might feel against her nakedness.

"Well different women want different types of stimulation. We try to cater to all tastes."

"I haven't seen this type before," Casey said, pointing at a small transparent pink cylinder about the size of a large hairclip.

"Ah, that's a finger vibe," Pippa said, picking it up and sliding it over her two of her fingers.

"Oh, I see! How cute!"

"Yes, you flick it on like this, then you can use it on yourself or your partner. You can orgasm with it, but most women use it for foreplay," she said, sliding it up and down the sleeve of her blouse to demonstrate.

"Here, try it on me," Casey said, sliding the 

sleeve of her white blouse up over her arm.

"Nice, huh?" Pippa said.

"Oooh yes, great for foreplay, like you say," Casey giggled, shivering as Pippa ran it up and down her bare arm sending little tingles through her skin. "Do you mind if I try it?"

"Of course," Pippa said, slipping it off her finger and sliding it onto Casey's index finger. "See? You flick it on like this."

"Ooh, feels funny," Casey said as her fingers began to vibrate with a quiet hum. "And I'd use it like this?"

"Yes, exactly," Pippa said as she felt Casey slide it up and down her arm over the thin silk of her blouse.

"Bet this would feel amazing on the more intimate parts of your body. Imagine what it would feel like on your nipples!" Casey said, sliding her hand slowly up over the girl's arm and slowly down over the soft swell of her breasts.

"Yes, well, maybe I'll let you have one as a free sample," Pippa said, quickly sitting up. She grasped Casey's hand and slipped it off her finger as her cheeks coloured a little.

"I can't believe the range of vibrators you have here. What's most popular?" Casey said, fascinated with the contents of the cases.

"This one here, this new battery-powered massage wand has been our top seller recently," Pippa said, picking up a toy with a slender pink shaft attached to a rounded white cylindrical head and handing it to Casey.

"Ooh, it feels quite powerful," Casey said as she flicked it on with her thumb.

"Oh yes, it's a firm favourite. I always say that it has three speeds: low, medium and oh-my-God!" Pippa joked.

Casey laughed as she used her thumb to switch it on, the toy rumbling in her hand as if it had a life of its own.

"Is that your own personal favourite then?" Casey asked, little tingles of anticipation as she slid the switch up a notch, moving from a powerful, low rumble to a higher-pitched buzz.

"Sometimes. I like the Doxy and Hitachi wands too. And some of the new silicone vibrators are good but for a guaranteed orgasm I find the Rampant Rabbit range always hits the spot," she replied.

"Feels really good, I could do with a little stress relief," Casey admitted, slowly running the massage toy along the inside of her leg.

"Yes, well, anyway, as I was saying, we're the leading provider of high-quality adult toys in this area and like to think of ourselves as providing a very discrete and professional service to all our customers, so we think we'd be a perfect fit for an upmarket boutique like you have here. You see, at Silk and Steel..."

Casey continued to listen absent-mindedly as she slid the vibrator up and down her leg, quickly tuning out, her mind focussing on the pleasantly warm throbbing sensations in her thighs as she ran her eyes over Pippa's slim body. She watched as the blonde shifted position, the tight navy skirt riding up a little over her smooth legs and the folds of her thin aquamarine blouse betraying small but perky breasts. She watched the woman's raspberry lips as she continued to talk and wondered if they'd feel as plump and juicy as they looked. The events of the day before and the carnal cornucopia of toys laid out in front of her were causing all sorts of lewd thoughts to form in her mind.

"And I can assure you that all of our toys are of the very highest quality, so if you like to perhaps try some of a sale-or-return basis..." Pippa continued, using a finger to ease her spectacles up over her nose.

"Hmm, you say high-quality but how can I be sure?" Casey said, running her fingers along the different types of restraints: furry pink handcuffs, Velcro bindings, lengths of black rope until she came to a pair of silver handcuffs. "These, for example, how do I know that they're robust? Our customers expect the best."

"Of course, and I assure you these are the best."

"I mean," Casey said, warming to her theme, "We're not some high street chain like Ann Summers. We don't want to be associated with novelty toys or naughty nurses' outfits or cheap plastic bondage gear that breaks the first time you try it."

"I can assure you these are the best quality: premium metal cuffs joined with solid steel links. Here look I'll show you, if you just give me your hands..."

Casey allowed the woman to slip the cuffs over her wrists, shivering at the feel of the cold metal against her skin.

"Yes, well, they certainly seem to be well-made," she said, as she tested their strength by trying and failing to pull her wrists apart. "Yes, very secure."

"Told you," Pippa said, looking a little smug.

"Gosh, you could do anything you wanted with me!" Casey said, imagining how it would feel to have Pippa strap her hands to the couch before slowly and purposefully stripping her naked, one item of clothing at a time. She squeezed her thighs a little tighter trying to satisfy the delicious itch between her thighs as she pictured herself squirming happily as she felt those glossy raspberry lips on her naked skin.

"Yes, well, that's the idea," Pippa said, laughing nervously as she swept a strand of blonde hair around her ear.

"Do you mind if I try them on you?"

"Sure," Pippa said as she demonstrated how to unfasten the cuffs with a small silver key then held out her hands.

"Perhaps I can try it with your hands behind your back. If that's okay with you..."

"Behind my back? Oh, well, I suppose that's okay..." Pippa said hesitantly as she turned away from Casey and felt the young woman take her hands. It seemed a bit unusual but she really did need this sale.

"There, how does that feel? Too tight?" Casey said, feeling a little thrill of anticipation as she felt the mechanism click into place, the metal bands fitting snugly around the woman's slender wrists.

"No, that's fine," the blonde said, struggling theatrically, the chain taut between the cuffs as she demonstrated how helpless she was. "See how well made they are? I've got no chance of getting out of these."

"Yes, I see," Casey said thoughtfully, her olive-green eyes sparkling as she grasped Pippa's shoulders, turning her back so they were face-to-face.

"So, um, the key's right there on the table, so if you could just..." Pippa said as Casey slid a hand up over her shoulder to stroke her cheek, then held her chin as she shifted closer.

"I always think it's important to get to know potential business partners a little before I do deals with them, don't you agree?" Casey said, as she carefully took off Pippa's glasses then ran a hand through the woman's silky blonde hair.

Pippa opened her mouth to answer but didn't get a chance to speak as Casey kissed her, softly at first, savouring the warmth and plumpness of her warm lips, enjoying their subtle taste. Then feeling the woman struggle a little, hearing muffled sounds of protest as she kissed her more passionately, probing the warm, wetness of her mouth with her darting tongue.

As they kissed, Casey ran her hands over the firm contours of Pippa's body, the woman's protests getting a little louder as she caressed her small, firm boobs.

"What are you doing? Let me go," she protested breathlessly, her face flushed as she watched Casey's wicked fingers unfastening the buttons of her pale blue-green blouse and felt her moist lips kissing her neck.

"I just thought you looked a little hot," Casey said impishly.

"Really, I'm very flattered but you need to stop this!" Pippa complained, struggling helplessly against the handcuffs as Casey's lips kissed her ear and gently sucked at her little pearl earrings.

"Well, those handcuffs certainly seem to be good quality, perhaps we should check something else," Casey said as she ran her fingers over the contents of the nearest case until she found what she was looking for. "Tell me about this."

"That's a ball gag," Pippa explained nervously as she watched Casey swinging the small black silicone gag and its strap from her fingers. It was beginning to occur to Pippa that Casey knew a lot more about bondage than she'd let on. "Now wait a minute, please..."

"I see, so I'd place it in your mouth like this?" Casey said, firmly holding the woman's chin as she eased the table tennis ball-sized gag between her lips. Pippa struggled but with her hands still bound, she couldn't stop Casey sweeping her hair out of the way as her deft fingers fastened the buckle at the back of her neck.

"No please, stop this!" Pippa tried to say but all that came out was a series of incomprehensible grunting noises.

"Oh dear, are you still too hot?" Casey said, wilfully misunderstanding as she quickly slipped off her captive's black court shoes and unzipped her navy skirt.

"Nnnn nnnnn," Pippa protested as she felt Casey's eager little hands roughly tugging at her skirt until it slipped over her slender hips.

"There," Casey gasped triumphantly as she cast the skirt aside then quickly finished unbuttoning Pippa's blouse, her impish green eyes devouring the woman's body.

Pippa squirmed helplessly as she suddenly found herself clad only in her lacy pink underwear. She could only watch as Casey briefly left her, grinning mischievously as she returned with a large pair of silver scissors.

"Now then, hold still!" Casey said as she eased the blades between the cups of her bra. "I wouldn't want to nick those lovely boobs!"

"Nnnn, nnnnn!" Pippa complained as she heard the sharp blades neatly snip through the little white bow at the centre of her brassiere.

"Don't worry, we'll get you a replacement downstairs later," Casey said as her wicked hands tugged the lacy bra open revealing small but pert boobs tipped with petite, strawberry-red nipples.

"What lovely little boobs," Casey cooed as she caressed Pippa's nakedness, her slender hands easily big enough to cup them as she flicked her thumbs across the tips, making Pippa gasp into her gag.

The girl's sobs of protest became louder and hotter as Casey squeezed one of her boobs into a tight little cone and flicked her tongue back and forth until her nipple was as hard and round as her pearl earrings. She couldn't resist, drawing it into her mouth and gently squeezing it between her teeth.

"Mmm, such lovely hard little nipples," she chuckled, leaning back and flicking a wet fingertip across the girl's turgid peaks.

"So, I have to say I am impressed with the quality of your bondage gear, perhaps we should try your vibrators and dildos next," Casey said, her green eyes sparkling playfully.

"Now then what shall we try first, hmm? A big, fat dildo? A little bullet vibrator? Ah, what about this three-speed massager?" Casey said as she pulled the wand from the case with the flourish of a stage magician.




Honeysuckle Lingerie Ch. 03



"Nnnn nnnnn," Pippa protested, squirming against the tan leather as her tormentor flicked the switch to its lowest setting and gently ran it over her naked skin: her arms, her legs, her stomach. Pippa moaned as she felt Casey ran the toy over her boobs, tracing slow circles over the milky white skin, a series of hot gasps escaping the ball gag as she felt it brush against her erect nipples.

Her protests were getting weaker as Casey expertly stimulated her and the lovely warm tingly feelings spread through her vulnerable body.

Casey took her time, ignoring the young woman's ebbing protests, as she eased Pippa's knees apart and gently ran the vibrator up and down the inside of her thighs. At the same time, she kissed her captive's neck and shoulders, inhaling the delicate scent of her perfume.

"Such a hot little body," she whispered as she delicately nibbled at her earlobe, feeling Pippa shudder as she ran the massager a little higher now, just brushing the gusset of her pink lacy panties.

Casey grinned as she teased the blonde, loving the way that her angry, frustrated sobs slowly but inevitably turned into soft moans of pleasure. She was moving the wand in slow circles around Pippa's thighs now, feeling the woman's hips undulating and pressing back against her as she began to surrender to the sensations. 

"Enjoying yourself?" Casey teased as she kissed her way down over one of the girl's breasts and drew a semi-erect nipple between her lips, flicking it with the tip of her tongue.

"Nnnn!" Pippa protested weakly.

Casey chuckled as she switched the vibrator to medium and pressed a little more firmly, drawing a surprised yelp of pleasure. Pippa's moans were getting quite loud now, her young body writhing against the tan leather as Casey eased the buzzing toy up and down over the thin lace of her knickers. 

The sales rep. hands were still firmly 'cuffed behind her back and she could only watch helplessly as Casey briefly moved the wand to one side and ran a slender finger over her damp undies, exploring the swollen folds of her pussy beneath.

"Oooh, you're quite wet, aren't you, you naughty girl!" Casey giggled girlishly, making Pippa twist and writhe as her fingers teased her through the clinging wet lace. "Perhaps we ought to get these off."

Pippa often used the wand when she was alone in bed. It was quite powerful so she usually used it over her panties and she squealed and struggled as Casey pulled the damp lace down over her legs, exposing a neat triangle of sparse blonde hair pointing towards her shamefully wet pussy. It was obvious how aroused she was and she felt herself blushing bright pink as she felt the cool air against her moist lips.

"Mmm, what a gorgeous pussy," Casey said as she kissed the girl's puffy, prominent labia and lapped at the sweet, sticky juices that spilled from deep within.

"Mmmm, mmm!" Pippa groaned, all too aware she was no longer in control of her body as she felt Casey's deft fingers spreading her outer lips and her agile tongue enthusiastically lapping the juicy pink flesh within. She threw her head back, showing her long, slender neck as Casey licked her tirelessly, sucking at her sensitive labia and tickling her throbbing clit.

Pippa was so hot now, spreading her legs wide apart, her body demanding more and more as Casey teased her by lightly running the wand up and down the inside of her moist thighs, the edge barely brushing her slick pussy. 

Skilfully, Casey gradually built the anticipation, using the toy to stimulate the soft, yielding folds of her pussy. Without her panties, the sensations were so much more intense and she soon felt the pressure building deep within her, as the hot, rumbling pleasure resonated through her body, stimulating every nerve ending from head to toe.

Casey grinned, knowing that Pippa was nearly there now, as her lusty groans of pleasure turned into urgent, staccato sobs as she began to plead for release. She flicked the switch to 'High', and ran the angrily buzzing toy up and down her soaking wet slit, as she stroked the taut little pearl of her clitoris with a wet thumb.

She pressed more firmly as the girl began to pant desperately, her breath coming in hot, tight gasps, her body tensed, her skin flushed as she neared her climax.

"Uhhh, unhhhh!" she cried as she came, her eyes squeezed shut, her young body arching up off the sofa and jerking wildly as the hot electric jolts of pleasure radiated out from her thighs, flowing outwards, her whole body singing with sublime joy.

--

Slowly, Pippa regained her breath and slowly opened her eyes. Without her glasses, her vision wasn't perfect but she could see clearly enough as Casey quietly slipped out of her clothes. Clad in only a tasteful pair of lilac silk panties and a matching bra, Pippa stared at the small green and yellow butterfly tattooed between her panties and belly-button as the young woman rummaged through the case until she found what she was looking for.

"Aha, this is the other vibrator you mentioned, isn't it? The infamous Rampant Rabbit, I've always wanted to try out one of these," she said, smiling as she pulled it from the case.

Pippa watched the young woman turning the toy over in her hands, experimenting with the buttons, fascinated by its unusual shape. She ran a finger long the semi-transparent pink shaft, over the characteristic rabbit-shaped clit stimulator, the thickened section with its silver pearls and the bulbous tip.

"Interesting," she chuckled as she flicked the switch with her thumb and watched the shaft rotate, the tiny silver balls shifting and swirling. 

"Well let's see if it's as good as they say it is," she said as she rearranged Pippa's limp, post-coital body so that she was flat on the couch and eased her knees apart.

The intensity of the orgasm had left Pippa feeling limp and relaxed and she could only put up a token resistance as Casey eased her knees apart and slid the lightly buzzing toy along the still slick lips of her pussy. Despite only climaxing a few minutes earlier, she soon felt her body responding, greedily demanding another helping of pleasure as Casey skilfully caressed her.

"Mmmm," she moaned as Casey stroked her, spreading her wet folds and sliding the toy along her blush-pink inner lips.

"Oh yeah, you like that don't you?" Casey said as she teased her, gently pressing the buzzing toy against her tight entrance.

"Oooohh gggg," she groaned into the gag as Casey smoothly eased the blunt end of the vibrator between her wantonly wet, clasping lips.

"Yeah, you're loving this little rabbit, aren't you?" she heard Casey asking needlessly as she moaned loudly, unable to hide how aroused she was as she felt the vibrating toy being eased in and out, stimulating the sensitive inner walls of her vagina.

With another flick of her thumb, it began to pulse with a deeper, firmer beat and she heard herself making guttural, animal-like noises as it resonated through her whole body, her pussy throbbing in sympathy.

With her hands still bound, Pippa could only wait and watch helplessly and hope that Casey wouldn't tease her too much as she experimented with the controls. A wicked smile played around her plump pink lips as she tried different settings, pausing to gauge Pippa's reaction each time.

As Casey tried another setting, Pippa felt the thick pulsating tip begin to rotate deep inside her and arched her back, moaning wildly as the toy stimulated her G-spot.

"Mmm, that's the one! You're loving that, aren't you? And I've not even tried the best bit yet!" Casey laughed as she used her thumb to flick the long ears of the little silicone bunny clinging to the top of the vibrator. 

Pippa watched her ease the shaft a little deeper, so that the silicone ears embraced her stiff little clitoris then almost fainted with the sheer pleasure as they began to buzz, bringing a whole new level of hot pleasure, another dimension in the rich symphony of sensations consuming her body.

"Uuunnhh, aaannnhh!" she gasped into the gag.

Within a few pleasurable minutes, she was writhing feverishly on the sofa again. If she could speak, she'd be begging Casey not to stop now, as the sophisticated toy brought her closer and closer to an orgasm that promised to be even bigger and bolder than the last.

She watched Casey's slender thumb on the controls gradually increasing the speed of the toy, the buzzing getting louder, the tension building as she drew Pippa's tight young body to the inevitable crescendo.

"Uuunnhh, aaannnhh!" she gasped loudly into the gag, her eyes squeezed shut, her body jerking feverishly as Casey made her come again, a blinding white light exploding behind her eyelids.

--

When she opened her eyes, Pippa noticed it was getting dark outside, the amber streetlights flickering on as the gloomy late afternoon turned to early evening.

"Well, it seems you're right, that bondage gear really does seem to be high-quality," Casey said, as she helped Pippa sit upright and unfastened the ball-gag. 

"Yes, thanks," Pippa panted, taking a deep lungful of fresh air, relieved to be able to breathe properly again.

"And those vibrators seem to hit the spot too, you naughty girl," Casey chuckled as she slipped her lilac bra down over her slender arms.

"Yes," Pippa said meekly, feeling her cheeks burn red.

"Let's have you on the floor, shall we?" Casey said, as she helped Pippa slide off the sofa so that she was kneeling on the thick beige carpet.

"Um, can you take the handcuffs off now please?" Pippa asked.

"Not just yet, maybe afterwards," Casey said as she briefly stood to slip her silky panties off her long legs.

"So, I take it you'd be interested in doing business?" Pippa asked hopefully, watching as a naked Casey reclined on the sofa, positioning the cushions so she was comfortable and spreading her legs wantonly so that Pippa couldn't avoid looking at the apex of her naked thighs with its neat triangle of dark hair and prominent, swollen labia.

"Well, I'm not sure yet. Maybe I still need a little persuasion, " Casey said as she ran a hand through Pippa's blonde tresses and gently but firmly pulled her between her legs.

"Yes, mistress," Pippa sighed as she began to kiss her way up the inside of the thighs and inhaled the warm, distinctive scent of Casey's arousal.



Honeysuckle Lingerie Ch. 04



4. An Old Flame

Terry ignored the blaring horn of the taxi as he pulled out into the busy city traffic then turned right after just making it through the traffic lights as they flashed amber. It was always busy around here, even on this sunny Tuesday afternoon and he'd quickly learned to avoid the main roads and stick to the back-streets if he wanted to get through his deliveries by the end of the day. He pulled the sun visor down shielding his eyes, as he turned into the little alley behind Victoria Road then stopped by some waste bins and flicked on his hazard lights.

As he got out, the radio started playing that really catchy summer pop song and he whistled jauntily as he rang the bell below a handwritten label that read "Honeysuckle Lingerie". He pulled open the rear doors of his white van and neatly stacked the boxes by the entrance while he waited.

"Yes?" the tall blonde lady said as she opened the door.

"Delivery for Honeysuckle Lingerie. Where do you want it, love?" he said, picking up one of the plain brown boxes.

"Oh, okay, come in. Just here in the store room, please," she said, back and holding the door open for him.

Terry quite liked delivering here; the woman who answered the door at this store was a lot easier on the eye than most of his customers. Today, she was wearing a navy suit with an above-the-knee skirt that clung pleasingly to her trim figure. He lingered on the floor as he placed the last box, pretending to tighten the laces of his boots while he took a good long look at her shiny black heels and shapely legs.

"Here you go, love," he said, straightening up and handing her a clipboard. "Sign 'ere."

"What is this? Silk and Steel Ltd? I don't think we've ordered anything from them," she complained.

"It's definitely for you, see the address? Sorry I just deliver the goods, you'll have to take it up with the company," he said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Okay, fine," she said, checking the details then signing the delivery note with an angry flourish.

"Thanks darling, see you again," he said.

"Yes, thank-you," Stacy said as she closed the door behind him, making sure it was locked. You really couldn't be too careful in this part of the city, there were thieves and shoplifters everywhere. 

"Dear God, what on earth is this?" she muttered as she tore open the top box and found a colourful selection of dildos inside. That sales rep. that Casey saw last week, wasn't she from Silk and Steel? She thought she'd expressly forbidden her younger sister from doing any deals without her approval; she'd have to have a word and find out what was going on.

--

It was quite busy for a Tuesday afternoon, but Casey noticed the young woman as soon as she entered the shop. There was something about her that made her stand out from the usual crowd of bored housewives and office girls on their lunch breaks. Perhaps it was her elegant jade green silk dress and matching handbag, which had the kind of quiet, understated elegance that only came with very expensive goods.

"Can I help you, Madam?" she said, stepping out from behind the counter as the young woman browsed some cami-knickers nearby.

"Yes, I'm getting married soon, and I was hoping to find something a bit special to wear on my wedding night," the woman said.

"Well congratulations, perhaps..." Casey started to say.

"Casey, sorry to interrupt but can I have a word?" Stacy said as she approached them.

"Stacy! What are you doing here?" the woman exclaimed.

"Fran! Um, well actually I own this shop," Stacy said, a look of surprise etched on her face.

"But isn't your shop in Clarence Road?" Fran asked.

"No, we moved here nearly two years ago," Stacy said. As the two women embraced, they hardly noticed Casey quietly moving back to her position behind the counter.

"Oh, gosh! I had no idea," Fran said, holding Stacy at arm's length as she looked her up and down. "Well, it's lovely to see you again, you look terrific. How long's it been? Three years? Four?"

"Nearly five years," Stacy corrected her.

"Has it really been that long? Wow, time flies, huh? So how have you been?"

"Fine, never been better. Business is great, hence the bigger store."

"Wow, it really is a surprise. Listen, I'm sorry about the way things ended between us."

"Yes, I left some messages on your answer phone but you never got back to me."

"Yeah, sorry about that, I guess I thought a clean break would be best for the both of us, I should have made an effort to explain though, I do regret that," Fran confessed.

"Ah well, water under the bridge. So how are you? You look great. I heard you moved out of the city."

"Yeah, a while ago now. Listen, I met someone and we're engaged," Fran said, extending her hand to show off an elegant silver engagement ring complete with huge, sparkling diamond.

"Wow, that's some ring! So you're getting married then? To a man?" Stacy said looking a little surprised as she examined the ring. Although Fran had always claimed to be bisexual, she certainly seemed to be very much into girls when Stacy had last seen her.

"Yeah, in a month! I know! I can hardly believe it myself. My life has changed so much since I last saw you. It's just so weird seeing you again!"

"So what can we do for you?"

"Oh, yes! So Colin, my fiancé, is here in the city getting measured for his suit. So I thought I'd have a look around for some lingerie for my wedding night. I just picked this shop at random, I really didn't expect to find you here. Listen, I can try somewhere else if this is going to be terribly awkward for you," Fran said, glancing back towards the street.

"No, no, don't be silly. I think I know what would suit you better than some stranger, don't you? So what kind of thing are you looking for?" Stacy said, leading her towards the rear of the store.

"I was thinking something feminine and classic, but maybe a little daring and exotic too. Definitely white, you know to go with my dress," Fran replied.

Stacy's mind raced as they went up and down the aisles together, collecting a variety of underwear, all in various shades of white: pale silvery satin, china white cotton, pearl-coloured lace. Was her old girlfriend really going to get married to someone called Colin? He sounded like an accountant. Although judging by the ring, he must be quite well-off and Fran always had been quite materialistic.

"And you really must try this too," Stacy insisted, pulling a thin, lacy-white robe from the rack.

"Hmm, I'm not sure. I mean it's lovely but it does seem a little risqué..." Fran said.

"You've changed!"

"Well, it's just that Colin is quite conservative in his tastes. He doesn't know everything about my past, if you know what I mean, especially my time here in the city..."

"I see," Stacy said.

"So I just wonder if it isn't a little bit too, you know..."

"Come on, this is your wedding night, it should be risqué! Just try it, you don't have to actually buy it," Stacy said, adding it to the large, frothy pile of white over her arm as she swept on.

Finally, they made it to the large changing room at the back, Stacy holding the red velvet curtains aside for her ex-girlfriend, then pulling them closed behind them. She watched Fran slip off her heels as she placed the pile of lingerie over the back of the chair. 

"I think we should start with something classic and simple," she said, searching through the underwear until she found what she was looking for.

"Are you staying then?" Fran asked as she unzipped her dress.

"Of course, unless you don't want my opinion," Stacy said, trying not to sound hurt as she watched Fran shimmying out of her dress.

"No, no, of course not! I just thought helping me choose lingerie for my wedding night might feel a bit weird for you, that's all," Fran said as she stepped out of the little pool of jade-green silk. 

"Don't be silly, Fran, I think I can handle it. Why don't we start with a classic look and see where we go from there?" she replied, taking the dress, threading a hanger through the shoulder straps and hanging it on a rail.

Stacy pretended to sort through the rest of the underwear but couldn't help spying out of the corner of her eye as Fran slipped out of her black cotton bra and pants and threw them onto the chair, revealing her gloriously naked body.

"Okay, well I'm ready," Fran said, self-consciously her hands partially covering her generous boobs and bare thighs. 

"Wow, you look just like I remember," she couldn't help saying as she ran her eyes over Fran's body. Her hair had changed; back in the day, her hair had been spiky, tousled and peroxide blonde but now it fell around her shoulders in soft waves in her natural colour, a medium chocolate brown.

In truth, she had put on a little weight too but in all the right places, her boobs and rounded hips making her look more womanly than Stacy recalled. She couldn't help wondering if her body still felt the same. Still responded in the same way. She had to stop herself reaching out to see if her tanned skin was as smooth and flawless as it looked.

"Hey, you haven't changed either. Five minutes alone with you and I'm already naked!" she joked, and they laughed, breaking the silence. 

"Here, try these for size," Stacy laughed. "This is a pure white sheer mesh bra with flower detailing and some matching panties."

Stacy watched as Fran quickly pulled the white panties up over her legs then stood behind her, helping her fasten the bra. It was a good fit, cupping and supporting Fran's breasts like a lover's hands.

"There, what do you think?" she said.

"I like it, quite simple and classic, but the little flowers picked out in the lace are really feminine," Fran said as she twisted left and right examining herself in the mirror.

"Okay, now try these as well," Stacy said, handing her some sheer white stockings. She watched her old girlfriend slowly pull them up over her long legs, and felt herself growing a little warmer as Fran's well-manicured fingers tugged and smoothed the lacy tops along the smooth, bare skin of her thighs.

"Let me help you with this," she said, stepping behind the woman and wrapping a matching garter belt around her waist, and adjusting the hook-and-eye fastening so that it rested on the round swell of her hips. She helped Fran fasten the metal clips to the lacy stocking tops at the back, and adjusted them, unable to resist sliding a hand along the taut straps and gently caress her full buttocks.

"Hey!" Fran exclaimed.

"I was just adjusting the straps," Stacy said innocently.

"I know exactly what you were doing, you haven't changed at all!" Fran giggled.

"Did I say how good this brassiere looks on you, by the way?" Stacy said, slowly sliding her hands up over the woman's trim stomach and giving her breasts a friendly squeeze.

"Stop that, you naughty girl!" Fran giggled, swatting her hands away. "Now tell me what you think."

"Are you wearing a classic white wedding gown? I think it's perfect to go underneath that, classic and elegant," Stacy said reluctantly stepping away a little and looking her up and down.

"Yes, Colin and his family are quite traditional, I kind of let him talk me into the whole white wedding thing," Fran said, smoothing the stockings up over her legs. 

Stacy couldn't help wondering if pure, virginal white would really be appropriate, but she bit her tongue, choking back words that might make her sound bitter. The Fran she'd known all those years ago had had a reputation as a bit of a 'wild child', a young woman who wasn't afraid of trying something new with women or men. Or sometimes both at the same time, if she remembered correctly.

"I think you're right; I'm not sure I actually need the garter belt though, these stockings feel quite tight. I always find these things so bloody fiddly," she said as she undid the little clips and quickly slipped the garter belt off. "Now I'm also looking for something to wear later in the boudoir, as it were. Something slinky and sexy to put on after I've taken off my dress."

"How about this silk kimono?" Stacy suggested.

"Ooh yes, that looks lovely," Fran said.

Stacy stood behind; watching in the mirror as Fran slipped it on, drawing it closed by loosely tying the silk ribbon around her waist. It was quite short, barely covering the soft, fleshy cheeks of her bottom.

"What do you think?" Fran asked, turning sideways a little and adjusting the lapels so that it revealed teasing glimpses of her lacy bra.

"I think you look really sexy but can I suggest something? Why don't you try it without your bra?"

"Don't you think that's a bit too risqué?"

"If you can't be a little daring on your wedding night, when can you be?" Stacy argued.

Stacy felt a growing sense of excitement as Fran handed her the kimono and she watched her ex-girlfriend slip the bra from her arms, before slipping it back on.

"What do you think?" Fran said as she tightened the belt and assessed herself in the mirror. 

"You look delicious," Stacy said, watching as Fran's subtle movements revealed teasing glimpses of her ample, naked boobs. She couldn't resist edging a little closer and running her hands over the silky robe. "How does it feel against your skin?"

"Mmm, lovely and smooth," Fran said, watching in the mirror as Stacy slid her hands over her body, feeling the warmth of her hands on her arms, her shoulders, her breasts through the thin silk.

"You look so damn sexy," Stacy said as she eased the silky robe from Fran's neck and kissed the tender skin of her shoulder.

"Oh!" Fran gasped as Stacy stroked one of her taut nipples poking through the clinging silk sending hot little sparks of pleasure straight between her thighs.

"You feel so good," Stacy sighed, wrapping an arm around her stomach and drawing her closer as she gently teased her nipples. She twisted her head, nuzzling Fran's neck. The familiar curves of her body and the fresh apple scent of her hair were reawakening all sorts of forbidden memories.

"Come on Stacy, you know we can't," Fran muttered, squirming a little and she felt Stacy's hot body pressing against hers, her hands continuing to reacquaint themselves with the contours of her flesh.

"Do you remember that holiday in Barcelona?" Stacy murmured, ignoring her protests as she kissed her neck.

"How could I forget?" Fran said, moaning a little as Stacy's gentle yet firm hands caressed her breasts and her lips sucked at her earlobe. She remembered the holiday all too well; she still thought about it sometimes when she couldn't sleep. It had been quite early on in their relationship when everything was exciting and new and fun. She recalled the warm days exploring the sights and the hot nights spent exploring each other. Long hot nights when they'd spent hours making love, then fall asleep for a few hours, their naked bodies entwined, before waking up in the early hours to start all over again. But that was in the past, she reminded herself; her future was with Colin, the man she marrying in less than two weeks.

"Come on, you're getting me all hot and bothered, and you know I can't do this," she said, managing to squirm away.

"Well you can't blame a girl for trying," Stacy said, grinning.

"Come on, you're supposed to be helping me try on underwear for my wedding day," Fran chided her.

"Okay, how about this?" Stacy said, holding up another robe. It was similar to the kimono but made of pure white lace.

"I don't know it seems a bit revealing," Fran complained, as she eased the silk kimono off her arms.

"Come on, live a little, you only get married once. Well, hopefully," Stacy said, slipping the lacy gown over Fran's shoulders and watching her fasten it at the front.

The lace was thin and semi-transparent, even more daring than the kimono, revealing all of the subtle curves and planes of her gorgeous figure, the fullness of her ample boobs, the dark smudges of her nipples. The effect made Stacy catch her breath.

"I think you need to try on these white lace knickers too, they'll be a better match for the robe," Stacy insisted, her impatient hands helping Fran remove the others.

"Isn't this more of a thong?" Fran asked, holding up the tiny triangle of white lace. There was a faint hiss of static as she wriggled it up over her stockinged legs, the little thong barely covering the narrow strip of chocolate brown pubic hair nestling between her thighs.

"Wow! You look hot! Your husband's not going to be able his hands off you!" Stacy said, taking up a position behind Fran once more.

"You think so? You don't think it's trying a bit too revealing?" Fran said.

"Maybe a little, but you look every so sexy. I mean it's quite revealing but hides just enough to tease him. Trust me, he'll be putty in your hands," Stacy said, tugging the sheer lace a little lower so emphasize Fran's impressive cleavage. "You see how hot you look?"

Fran sighed, arching her back as she felt the warmth of Stacy's hands caressing her through the thin lace. 

"Come on Stacy, we really shouldn't be doing this," she moaned, feeling her ex-girlfriends hands explored her body and her lips planted a line of tingly kisses along her shoulders and neck.

Although still making token protests, Fran felt her resistance finally ebbing away, giving in to the delicious temptation as Stacy slid a hand beneath the lacy robe and traced the curve of her naked boobs.

"These panties look great on you," she heard Stacy say as she slid a hand down over her stomach, her fingers tracing a line on her naked skin along the lacy edge, sending hot, tingly sensations up and down her spine.

"Please, don't," she gasped as she felt the blonde's tongue slowly licking her ear, just the way she liked it, just the way she did all those years ago.

"Come on Fran, just a little for old time's sake," Stacy whispered seductively in her ear as Fran felt her teasing fingers explore the moist peaks and valleys of her intimate folds through the panties.

"Oh God," Fran gasped, feeling her knees wobble as Stacy began to rub her pussy with the pads of her fingers.

"Perhaps you ought to sit down," the blonde whispered.

--

Fran stared up at the plain white ceiling and tried not to moan too loudly as Stacy eased her knees apart, and kissed her thighs above the sheer lace stocking tops. She was lying back on the red velvet chaise longue, her legs spread shamelessly, one knee hooked over the low back, the skimpy white panties swaying limply from her ankle like a flag of surrender.

"Please," she was moaning as Stacy's glossy pink lips kissed her inner thighs and she felt her warm breath on the very centre of her desire and her blonde hair tickling her stomach. She was no longer sure whether she was pleading for Stacy to stop or to carry on.

"Mmm, you taste as good as I remember," she heard Stacy say as she began to slowly lap the nectar from her swollen lips.

Fran gave in to the fiery sensations, closing her eyes and riding the waves of pleasure. It had been a long time since anyone had gone down on her. 

Colin was quite conventional in bed, and had never shown any interest in cunnilingus. Fran had forgotten how good it felt, but as Stacy's experienced tongue and fingers explored her slick pussy all those suppressed feelings and memories from years before came flooding back. All those long nights, when Stacy had patiently coaxed orgasm after orgasm from her tired but willing body. Perhaps, she reasoned, Stacy was owed this after how things had ended and besides what Colin didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

Stacy knew her body so well, knew exactly what buttons to push and after a few short minutes Fran was writhing happily against the sofa, as her old girlfriend used two fingers to spread her outer lips and lap at the moist, pink folds within. 




Honeysuckle Lingerie Ch. 04



"Oh God, it's so good," Fran wailed as she watched Stacy's pink feline tongue licking her tingling flesh and flicking back and forth over her throbbing clitoris, sending a fresh surge of pleasure through her.

Stacy slowly increased the intensity, using her experience to steadily drive her ex-girlfriend's body higher and higher. Fran reclined on the couch, her mouth open, eyes squeezed shut, savouring the intense sensations as she rolled her tight nipples between her fingers.

"Don't stop, don't stop," Fran cried urgently, feeling her orgasm approach as Stacy inserted a slender finger into her tight pussy and stroked the inner walls of her vagina as she stimulated Fran's swollen, greedy clit with the tip of her tongue.

"Yes! Just like that!" she gasped, feeling Stacy's fingers begin to slide in and out of her wetness as her tongue flicked back and forth over her throbbing clit.

"Oh, you're gonna make me cum!" Fran cried in a quivering falsetto, as if she wasn't quite able to comprehend what was happening to her. Her whole body was tensed now, her muscles clenched, her breath coming in tight little gasps, as she teetered on the edge of the chasm

"Yes! Yes!" she wailed happily as she climaxed, plunging into the bright void, the hot pleasure consuming her body leaving her spent and breathless.

--

The unexpectedly loud ringtone of her mobile brought her crashing back to reality, and Fran fumbled in her handbag until she found it. She took a deep breath and changed position, sitting up straight on the chaise longue and trying to compose herself as she glanced at the screen.

"Hello, Colin?" she said, hoping she didn't sound as guilty as she felt.

"Hi darling, are you okay? You sound a little breathless."

"No, I'm fine. How are you getting on?"

"Great, I've just finished with the tailor; I've got to come back for a final fitting though. How about you?"

"Good. I found this great little boutique and ran into an old friend," Fran said as she watched Stacy stand and quickly slip out of her smart navy suit. The years had been kind to her, her old girlfriend's body looking every bit as slim and gorgeous as she remembered. Soon she was clad only in a tasteful pair of pink satin panties with a matching bra.

"An old friend? Back from when you lived here?"

"Yes, we're just doing some catching up," Fran continued, reaching out a sliding a hand over Stacy's thighs and squeezing the firm roundness of her bottom.

"Whereabouts? Do you want me to come and meet you?"

"No! Um, I mean, we're just gossiping about the people we used to know. You'd be bored. I'll meet you back at the hotel in an hour or so," Fran said, leaning forward to plant a light kiss on the taut skin of Stacy's stomach as her she felt the woman's' hands sliding through her thick hair.

"OK, fine, see you later then. Have fun," he said.

"I'm sure we will," Fran said, looking up and flashing Stacy a wicked grin as she hooked a thumb under the tight waistband of her panties, and eased them smoothly over the curve of her slim hips.

--

Fran spotted him sitting on a bar stool; he was nursing a gin-and-tonic whilst he stared intently at his mobile. He looked up as she approached and stood to kiss her cheek.

"Hi, sorry I'm late," she said, kissing his cheek as she placed the 'Honeysuckle Lingerie' bag on the floor next to them before and perching on the stool.

"You look flushed. You didn't have to hurry on my account," he said, looking up.

"Ah well, you know me, don't like to be late," she said, using her fingers to comb her hair off her forehead.

"Anyway not to worry, I've been quite happy here with my drink, I guess you had a lot of catching up to do with your friend," he smiled.

"Yes, a lot to talk about," she confirmed, before ordering a martini from the bartender lurking nearby. 

"Did you two know each other well?"

"Yes, um, we were very close once," Fran said, with a nervous laugh. "So how did it go with the tailor?"

"Great, he measured me up, and I decided to go with that plain dark grey that you like. I've got to come back in a couple of weeks for a final fitting."

"Oh, you're coming back in a couple of weeks?"

"Yes. Do you want to come along?"

"You know I think I might. There are a couple of other things I really wanted to try at that lingerie store before we get married," Fran said, smiling sweetly as she took a sip of her drink.