Together with my bestie, Chloe, I’m doing a bit of clothes shopping today. Boutique in, boutique out. It’s early May and we’ve booked two weeks in Spain for the summer vacation. The theme of that vacation is “man hunt.” Tops, shirts, bikinis, everything is being looked at and tried on. Slowly but surely, we get giddy and start making more jokes. Chloe is a beautiful mixed-race girl; her father was from Suriname, her mother a white, long-limbed blonde. The result is a gorgeous, lightly-tanned girl, with brown eyes, full lips, and a body… Owwww.
On a terrace, we have a glass of wine and then continue. Oh yeah, I’m Beatrice, a redhead with a toy boy body. Barely any feminine curves, sports are my passion.. We share an apartment during our studies and sometimes we share the bed. It was Chloe who took my virginity with her vibrator. Making love with her is divine, making love with a man is so different, rougher, harder, and yes, I find them both delicious!
After she’s tried on a few dresses, rejected some blouses, and taken a bikini to try on at home, we head out to another terrace. After a second and a third glass of wine, we continue shopping. I quickly find some skirts and tops. With a mischievous look, she pushes me towards the fitting room, holds a curtain open, and steps into the little booth with me. Just like I earlier watched her and gave comments as she tried things on. But the atmosphere is now different… more exciting and naughtier.
“I don’t normally do this,” she giggles as she kneels and I let my skirt slide to my ankles. “Sshh,” she answers as she also pulls my panties down. She kisses my mound and her tongue follows my labia. I shiver and feel horny! Chloe has smelled and tasted me. With a steely gaze, she lets her fingers slide into me. I moan softly as her tongue licks the inside of my thighs. Teasingly slow, she approaches the spot of maximum pleasure, my clit.
I push my hips forward a little to encourage her, but she keeps avoiding that spot. “Stop teasing,” I moan softly as I run my fingers through her hair. “Is everything alright with you, madam?” it suddenly sounds from the other side of the curtain. I freeze as Chloe presses her hands to her mouth to stifle her laughter. “Fine, thank you,” I squeak back in a high voice. I hear the heels of the shop assistant clicking as she walks away to disturb the privacy of another customer. I had completely forgotten that my girlfriend and I were in a fitting room of a clothing boutique. Well, I’m standing. Chloe is still on her knees and kisses a path up my legs again. “Chlo, stop.
This really can’t happen,” I try one last time, but then she touches all the sensitive spots again and I ignore my reason. Her tongue and lips now go where they previously stopped. The one finger that was inside me gets support. She licks and fingers me insistently. It feels fantastic! After a few minutes, my legs start to tremble and can barely support my weight. I have to do my best not to make a sound. Luckily, the radio in the store is playing quite loudly.
Chloe stands up and places one hand on my mouth while her fingers thrust into my pussy. Her thumb rubs soft circles and I close my eyes. Almost, I’m almost coming. “Can I get you another size, madam?” There’s that human again. I open my eyes abruptly and Chloe removes her hand so I can answer. “No, uh… this one fits fine,” I squeak again as my heart pounds like mad.
Chloe pulls her hand away and I pull my underwear and skirt from the floor and wiggle into them. With the unsuitable skirts in one hand and my bag in the other, I storm out of the booth, followed closely by Chloe. I push the skirts into the shop assistant’s hand and mumble a thanks, then storm out of the store with a red face. Chloe smiles broadly at the shop assistant, who watches us with raised eyebrows. Once outside, I can breathe calmly again.
She stands there looking at me with a big blush and a delicious smile. “You should have seen her face,” she gasps, wiping the tears of laughter from her eyes. “I think she knew exactly what we were doing,” I look back worriedly at the entrance to the store, where everything seems calm. “Well, we weren’t done yet,” Chloe looks at me naughtily as she takes my hand, “Are you coming home with me…? I like you much better without those skirts.”
