Glancing at her watch again, Fran sighed. Half-past four, she might as well close early. Just as she was about to lock the door though, she saw someone approaching. Fran opened the door wide and smiled at the young girl standing there. The girl stared back, looking nervous.
“Please, come in.” Fran beamed her most customer-friendly smile. The girl sidled in to the shop, almost furtively. Fran checked the girl out as she entered. Curvy to the point of chubbiness, but not unattractively so; large breasts strained at a top that was at least one size too small. Fran realised the girl was younger than she had first thought, no more than sixteen. Maybe that would explain the nervousness.
Fran closed the door and watched as the girl browsed the nearby racks. She seemed to sense Fran’s eyes on her and looked up, a challenge in her expression that seemed to say “Who are you looking at? I have every right to be here.”
Fran smiled again. “Joni, isn’t it? I know your mother. We were at school together.”
The girl nodded, giving a non-committal grunt, and continued browsing the racks. Fran took the hint and went back to her customary place behind the counter, raising herself onto the stool she kept there. Fran crossed her legs, allowing her tight, pinstripe skirt to ride up, exposing her legs to mid-thigh. A quick glance confirmed that her stocking-tops weren’t exposed; she firmly adhered to the ladylike standards of dress and deportment that her mother had taught her. Unlike the little trollop who was currently pawing through a rack of lacy brassieres. Fran could clearly see the dark shadow of Joni’s areolae, and her nipples appeared to be erect. Allowing herself a sly grin, Fran acknowledged that she and Joni had something in common; they were both turned on by lingerie.
Fran shifted her weight on the stool, allowing her thighs to rub together. She realised she was slightly damp, and her nipples were erect, chafing against the cups of the basque she wore under her crisp, white blouse. Fran ran her hands along her thighs, savouring the feel of the silky material under her palms.
The girl was coming over to the counter now, holding up a bra she had taken from the rack. “Can I try this on?” she chirped, her accent a touch common to Fran’s ear.
Forcing a smile, Fran nodded. Carefully lowering herself from her perch, Fran showed the girl to the changing-room, really no more than a cubicle with a curtain across the entrance. The girl disappeared inside and Fran waited. After several minutes the curtain twitched and the girl poked her head out, seemingly surprised to find Fran standing there. “I need some help here,” she declared. “The stupid straps are too long.”
Fran bit back a retort. The straps just needed adjusting. She sensed that the girl was still uncomfortable about being here, and was masking her nervousness with a display of arrogance.
Fran stepped forward and pushed her way through the curtain, forcing the girl to step back with a startled look on her face. Fran realised she was right, the girl was actually trembling. Taking her firmly by the shoulders, Fran turned her to face the mirror. The size of the cubicle meant they were standing very close to each other, their bodies practically touching. Fran deftly adjusted the straps of the bra, careful to keep her expression neutral. The girl, on the other hand, was showing her emotions clearly. Her bottom lip was quivering as if she was about to cry; her cheeks were red, the blush extending to her throat and upper chest.
“How’s that, Joni?” Fran breathed into the girl’s ear.
“Uh, it’s not quite…” Joni’s fingers waved vaguely in the direction of her breasts.
“Allow me.” Fran was in charge now and they both knew it. Slipping her hand inside the bra, she took Joni’s left nipple between thumb and forefinger and began to rub it, at the same time allowing her fingertips to brush the underside of Joni’s breast.
“What… what are you doing?” Joni was breathing heavily now.
“Do you want me to stop?” Fran had no intention of doing so.
“No,” the girl whispered. “No.”
Fran pulled the front of the bra down, allowing Joni’s large breasts to hang unsupported. Taking a breast in each hand, Fran continued to stimulate the girl’s nipples.
“You’re very young, Joni.” Fran pressed her body tight against the girl’s back.
“What do you mean?” Joni’s voice was barely audible.
“To be buying lingerie like this. Normally our customers are mature, sophisticated women. Women with taste,” Fran sneered.
“I’ve had sex.”
“Yes,” Fran chuckled. “I’m sure you have. But have you ever made love?” She began to pinch the girl’s nipples, quite roughly.
Joni squirmed, saying nothing, her tongue poking through slightly-parted lips. She unzipped her jeans, pushed them down her thighs and began to rub herself through her panties.
In the mirror, Fran could see the girl’s panties were wet, as wet as her own. She slapped Joni’s hand away and slid her fingers under the waistband.
Joni pulled her panties down to mid-thigh, leaning back into Fran as she did so, now fully committed to what was happening.
Fran moved her hand lower, cupping Joni’s sex for a moment before starting to rub her fingers along the girl’s labia, making her moan. She could feel Joni’s hand between their bodies, plucking at the hem of Fran’s skirt.
Fran turned Joni around and down, forcing her to sit on the narrow wooden bench at the back of the cubicle. Bending forward, Fran quickly removed the girl’s jeans and panties, her face only inches from Joni’s pussy. Throwing the garments to one side, Fran spread Joni’s legs and knelt between them, rubbing her cheek along the inside of the girl’s thigh.
Joni lifted her legs and rested them on Fran’s shoulders. Her hand wandered across her belly towards her clitoris.
Fran took hold of Joni’s hand and held it back, placing her own fingers on the girl’s clit and starting to make a small, circular motion. Lowering her head, Fran ran the tip of her tongue up and down Joni’s pussy-lips, relishing the heady aroma of the young girl’s cunt.
Joni gasped loudly, squeezing Fran’s head lightly between her thighs.
Fran could tell by the tension in Joni’s muscles that the girl was more highly aroused than she had thought; Fran pushed her tongue deep into Joni, flicking it in and out as she furiously massaged the girl’s clit.
“Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh…” Joni was just making incoherent sounds, her big breasts jiggling as her body rocked back and forth on the narrow seat. Her eyelids fluttered and she gave a final, loud gasp as she climaxed.
To Fran’s surprise, as Joni came a stream of juice squirted from her pussy, hitting Fran on the cheek. She continued to rub the girl’s clit in the hope of stimulating another spurt. Sure enough her efforts were rewarded, and Fran managed to catch Joni’s next squirt in her mouth.
Fran stood up, watching the girl as her orgasm subsided. “You’d better get dressed,” she commanded. “We’re closing now.” Picking up the discarded bra, Fran left the cubicle and pulled the curtain closed behind her. She felt herself shaking as she placed the bra back on the rack. She needed her own release, but she couldn’t lose control in front of this little slut.
Joni bustled out of the cubicle, still zipping up her jeans. Fran held the door open for her, but the girl wouldn’t look her in the eye. Fran slammed the door behind her and locked it. She hurried back to the counter and opened a drawer, taking out a slim vibrator. Back in the cubicle, Fran took off her skirt and blouse. Her lacy white thong was soaking wet now, and she took that off too. Sitting on the bench, Fran opened her legs wide and began to finger her clit as she plunged the vibrator in and out of her cunt. Quickly she brought herself to orgasm, squealing through clenched teeth, thinking of Joni as she came.
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