2 comments/ 14211 views/ 8 favorites The Naked Jewel Bandits By: AStropirate Susan Lawton owned and ran a jewellery shop in the town centre of Southeaton in Suffolk England. The thirty-two year old married mother of one also employed two others. Debbie Nelson was twenty three and Anne Granger was nineteen. Anne was attending college and worked part time. Susan was a tall woman. She was six feet tall. She was slender and her wonderful breasts were large and firm. Her dark hair was cut short. Her legs were long and very smooth. Debbie was five feet eight. Although she was a little heavier she still had a very attractive figure. Her dark hair was wavy and shoulder length. Anne was five feet six with small perky breasts. Her flaming red hair was often tied in a tight bun and she wore round rimmed glasses. One day Susan taking her tea break in the backroom and reading the paper when she stumbled across a headline that got her attention. "Naked Jewel Bandits Strike again" it said. Susan read on and as she did so her mind was cast back to that time almost a year ago when they struck at her shop. It was early Saturday morning, just before nine and Susan was about to open the shop. She and Debbie were on duty. As she opened the lock on the door she suddenly felt someone push her inside. Debbie gave a squeal as she too joined Susan on the floor. The horrified women looked around to see four hooded individuals looking down at them. Susan spoke first. "Look, the only money here is in the float..." she was interrupted by one of the gang. "Alright, lady. Just relax and no one will get hurt. Now stand up. Both of you," he ordered. Debbie stood up first and helped her employer to her feet. The member of the gang stood in front of Susan and Debbie as the other three began to empty the till and grab the jewellery and put it into holdalls. All three stood before the girls and the leader spoke again. "Well, that was short and efficient'" he said. "Now, I'm only going to say this once. Take off your clothes," he demanded. His companions laughed. "We most certainly will..." Susan halted her protest when the leader suddenly produced a large knife and placed it menacingly close to her throat. "Now, you listen to me. If you don't do as you're told I'll slice you from ear to ear. The boys here will tell you I don't make idle threats!" she shouted. "I'd listen to him, doll. He's not kidding," said one of his companions. "Oh God," said Debbie as she started to cry. "Please, we're married women," said Susan, hoping somehow it would change their minds. "Experience is something I really love. Now get naked," ordered the hooded man. Susan and Debbie stood in their identical uniforms of navy blue Jackets and matching skirts. While Susan's skirt was just above her knees Debbie's was much shorter. Susan shook her head in defeat and began to unbutton her jacket when she realised there would be no reprieve. Debbie reluctantly followed Susan's example, sobbing as she did so. Susan dropped her jacket to the floor revealing her lemon short sleeved blouse which she pulled from her skirt before unbuttoning it. In contrast, Debbie donned a white blouse that she proceeded to unbutton and when it fell open her lacy pink bra was exposed. As Susan unbuttoned the last button of her blouse that revealed her plain white bra she suddenly realised that the others had stopped to watch them undress. When Susan unzipped her skirt the loosened garment floated to the floor revealing the fact that she wore black tights that encased her white knickers. Debbie hadn't worn any and was soon nude. When Susan's bra was discarded her wonderful breasts bounced forward from their confinement. When she was finally naked she was made face her young employee. "Well, I have to say you both have fine bodies," said the leader of the gang as he slapped Susan's bare arse and she involuntarily jumped. Her hooded captors laughed. "You bastards!" she yelled defiantly. Susan had no idea what was going to happen. Worse case scenario was that they would be killed. Although looking at the hooded gang it seemed that she and Debbie were about to be raped. Nothing would prepare her for what would eventually transpire. She decided to try and make one final bargain. "Look, let Debbie go. I'll do whatever you want. I swear it," she said desperately. "Wow, did you hear that boys?" the gang leader said. The gang nodded and laughed. "We've got a brave woman among us. Don't you think so, Debbie?" the gang leader asked as he stroked her chin. A terrified Debbie just nodded. "Beautiful too, eh?" the gang leader asked. Once again Debbie simply nodded. "I didn't hear you, Debbie," taunted the gang leader putting his hand mockingly to his ear. "Yes, she's very beautiful," murmured Debbie, who blushed at the same time. "Don't you think you should show your appreciation, Debbie?" asked the gang leader. Debbie looked blankly at the hooded man. "Kiss her, Debbie. Show her how much you appreciate the lady's bravery and beautiful figure," said the hooded man. "Oh, for God's sake..." Susan's protest was halted when she felt the steel of the knife the hooded man placed at her throat. "Now, I told you before. Behave and you won't get hurt. That's the last time I'll say it," he said firmly. Then he turned to Debbie. "So how about it, Debbie?" he asked. Debbie inhaled and then exhaled. With tears in her eyes she kissed Susan's cheek, hoping the hooded man would be satisfied. "Oh, that's no good, Debbie. A kiss has to mean something. There should be passion. Let's try again. This time with more conviction," said the hooded man while his companions laughed. Massing her courage Debbie stretched and taking Susan's head, she planted a deep passionate kiss on the older woman's moist red lips. Initially Susan was horrified by the demands made by the hooded man. However when she felt Debbie's lips touch her own Susan felt a strange flutter in her heart that she never felt before. It was something she would never admit. The other thing was as soon as they kissed Susan's eyes suddenly seemed to open to how really beautiful and desirable Debbie was. She could not understand it. She was a happily married mother of one. She never considered a lesbian relationship. Now she suddenly felt a certain lust for Debbie surging through her body. "Well, that was very good, Debbie. If I didn't know better I'd say the lady enjoyed it," said the hooded man and the rest of the gang laughed. "You got what you wanted. Now why don't you just leave us?" Asked Susan, trying not to sound frightened. The hooded man said nothing. He simply yanked Susan's hair, making her scream and force her to her knees. "Susan!" cried Debbie, who was restrained when she tried to help her employer. "Now lie down on your back," the hooded man ordered Susan. Reluctantly Susan lay down on the cold floor. Menacingly brandishing a knife before Debbie's eyes, the leader of the gang spoke to her in a firm tone. "Now you listen to me sweetheart. You're going to get down there and make love to your boss. If I'm not satisfied I'll cut you both up, got that?" he asked. The frightened girl just nodded. Susan was shocked and at the same time she was helpless. She knew any sign of resistance could be fatal for them both and she resigned herself accordingly. Shocked and nervous, Debbie inhaled deeply before going down and mounting Susan's naked body. "Just try and relax. Close your eyes and just imagine there's no one but is," whispered Debbie before planting another kiss on the older woman's lips. As soon as Debbie mounted her Susan forgot the discomfort of the cold floor as the warm young body touched her own. It was a strange but wonderful sensation for Susan. Debbie's body was silky smooth unlike her husband, Dan. What was more when Debbie's breasts caressed hers, try as she might, Susan simply couldn't hide her pleasure as she sighed at the young woman's touch. "Oooh," sighed Susan as she felt Debbie's lips gently kiss her neck and then her shoulder before moving down to her left breast and sucking it. It was the same wonderful feeling as she felt the young woman's lips engulf her right breast and suck the nipple. Susan shuddered as she felt Debbie move to her waist, sucking, nibbling and licking as she went. It made her pant with pleasure. Debbie halted just above Susan's vagina and slowly made her way up the other side of the older woman's body. "Now, turn me over and do exactly as I did," instructed Debbie in a whisper. Susan obeyed and copied everything the younger woman had done to her. It was a strange new experience. The fact that Debbie sighed deeply at her touch encouraged Susan that at least she was doing it right. When she arrived back at Debbie's head the young woman suddenly turned Susan on her back. "Now do exactly as I do," whispered Debbie before positioning herself for a sixty-nine. It was a startling sight for Susan to see Debbie's shaved pussy over her mouth. Even more startling and delicious was feeling the young woman's tongue drilling through her full pussy bush, in through her lips and finally lashing her clit. Acting on Debbie's instructions Susan drove her tongue through Debbie's pussy lips and began to pleasure the young woman's clit. Susan was amazed at the sweet taste of pussy. She found it almost addictive. It made it easier for her to enjoy despite their mutual predicament. Eventually, as their juices began to gather, they reached the point of no return and also lost all sense of an audience been present. All that mattered now was to get as much pleasure as possible before orgasm. Finally, as their orgasms exploded together, Susan and Debbie gasped for air and were totally exhausted by their mutual exertions. After a moment of collecting her thoughts Susan sat up. "My God, they're gone," she said, still panting. Both women looked around as they stood up. "They bastards have taken our clothes," declared Susan with anger. Even the coats they had hung up were gone. "We have to call the police," said Debbie. "And let them see us naked?" countered Susan. "What are we going to do?" asked Debbie nervously. Susan thought for a moment. "I'll phone Bonnie," responded Susan Bonnie Newman was the owner of the boutique next door and Susan explained what she needed. It seemed like hours as she and Debbie sat naked, waiting for Bonnie to arrive. At last, as the knock came to the door, Susan lifted the flap and sighed with relief when she saw Bonnie. "What happened to you both?" asked a startled Bonnie when she saw her neighbours. "We were held up and robbed," responded Susan as she grabbed the sweater from Bonnie's hand and put it on. "Yeah, and they, Ouch..." cried Debbie as Susan elbowed her ribs. After putting on the slacks from Bonnie, Susan shepherded her out the door. "Thanks for your help, Bonnie. We'll make it up to you; I promise she said before reaching for the phone and calling the police. "Why did you hit me?" asked a puzzled Debbie. "You were about to tell Bonnie what they made us do. She'd have it all over the town before we got home. I don't know about you, Debbie but I don't want Dan to know anything about it." "Yeah, I guess you're right," replied Debbie, feeling relieved that Susan had prevented her from making a terrible mistake. Susan picked up the phone and called the police. "Susan, are you alright in there?" Susan was startled when she heard Anne's voice. She withdrew her hand that had been fondling her breast as well as the hand underneath her skirt. Anne took her head in. "Are you ok?" she asked Susan with concern. "Yes, I'm fine. I'll join you in a moment," an embarrassed Susan responded. 'Phew, that was close,' she thought. Susan folded the newspaper before rushing to the bathroom to tidy up. As she did so she wondered how Debbie felt about that enforced morning of intimacy. They had never discussed it and Susan often had erotic dreams about it. 'I wonder does she dream of it too. I hope she does' thought Susan as she returned to the shop floor smiling.