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The Dress Shoppe
I was visiting Montreal, Canada for the first time in a long time
and decided to do some window shopping on St. Catharine Street, before
I headed back to the hotel. Walking and looking in the store windows I
saw this quaint little shop with some Summer prints in the window. Now
usually I can’t buy anything off the rack because it always needs to be
let out in the bust, so I usually wear just tops and pants, but I
decided to give it a try.
Opening the door I was greeted by a little bell announcing my arrival
and welcomed by a striking lady, who I assumed to be the owner, while
another lady sat in a chair nearby. With a smile she welcomed me in
French, and I replied in English that I was interested in the prints in
the window.
Looking me up and down, she asked “a size 4?” “No” I replied, “I’m a
size 6″. “Follow me” she said, as we headed to the back and the
changing rooms. Upon entering the room I noticed it was nothing like
the changing rooms I was used to. It had lamps and a small sofa, which
gave it a continental touch.
She motioned to me to remove my clothes so that she could get the
correct measurements, and when she saw that I was braless, she remarked
“no bra? Oh but you need the support. That is a D cup, no?” “No” I
replied “a C cup”, as I tried to explain that I had been hours on a
flight and the straps were hurting my shoulders. As she proceeded to
take my hip and waist measurements, I couldn’t help notice that her
eyes kept returning to my breasts, but my gaydar radar didn’t tell me
she was a lesbian, and I can usually tell because I’m a lesbian.
As she stood behind me to measure my bust she took the measurements,
and then cupped my breasts to show me, or so I thought, how I needed
support. I felt the slightest pressure between her thumb and forefinger
on my nipples, and instantly they got rock hard. I could see our
reflection in the huge mirror. There she was standing behind me with
her hands on my breasts and I was loving it.
As she moved her head closer to my ear, she whispered in her cute
French accent, “you like that, no, Cheri?” I whispered back “yes” but
looking toward the door, I started to question about her friend, to
which she whispered “no fear”, and dropped one hand to creep under the
elastic of my bikini panties to feel my soaking lesbian pussy.
As I parted my legs I felt her finger explore the very core of my
womanhood, as her other fingers continued to roll and pull my rockhard
nipple, and her mouth was on my ear. Her tongue licking lesbian every
crevice, as she finger fucked me in front of that huge mirror. “Cum for
me Cheri, and then I want to taste you” she whispered.
My mind was a flurry of thoughts. Here I was in an almost strange city.
In a dress shop I had never been in and with a lesbian woman I had only
met minutes before, who was finger fucking me in front of a huge
mirror, but my thoughts were interrupted as I felt the tingle build
until there was no turning back, and the floodgates opened with a
massive orgasm.
She could feel my pussy contract and my body going stiff as my pussy
honey poured out, and I moaned, biting my lip to try and not make noise.
Whispering in my ear she said “yes Cheri, good Cheri, and now I taste
you Cheri.” With the quickest of movements she pulled down my panties
and stepping out of them she led me to the sofa.
Kneeling in front me she lifted my legs over her shoulders, and took a
deep breath of my fragrance, before touching my lesbian pussy with her
tongue, and softly licked like a kitten. Exploring my delicate folds
with her tongue, and pulling my pussy lips with her lips, before
parting my pussy lips with her thumbs so she could lick my inner lips.
Watching her with her mouth on my lesbian pussy was the hottest thing I
think I’ve ever experienced and I cupped my breasts with my hands and
pulled and pinched my nipples, as I squirmed on the sofa. Her kittenish
tongue plunged deep in my pussy and she licked and probed my pussy
walls.
I noticed her taking one hand and putting it between her legs so she
could finger her own hot pussy, and with her other hand she patted my
swollen lesbian clit as she tongue fucked me.
It was as if I was having an out of body experience, as I saw these two
women enjoying each other, when I noticed the door open just a crack,
and then close again. Moments later the door opened again and the lady
that was sitting in the chair was standing there totally naked lesbian
with a huge black strappon protruding out in front of her.
Giving me a smile, as if to question if it was alright, I smiled back
to signal it was, and she knelt behind the shop owner who was busily
licking my hot pussy. Hiking up the woman’s skirt from behind she did
something I assumed was lubing up the dildo, then I saw her hips push
forward abruptly and the dildo disappeared.
I was having unadulterated sex with 2 total strangers and loving every
minute. Little orgasms were happening to me, almost one after the
other, but I knew it wouldn’t take much to have the big one. The tingle
was building stronger, from the tip of my toes up towards my hot
lesbian wet pussy, and I tried lifting my hips to get my pussy closer
to her mouth.
I had brief thoughts that I was going to ruin this lady’s sofa because
I gush when I cum strong, but my thoughts went away as the lady who was
licking me moaned loudly into my pussy as she came, and that was all it
took. Screaming “I’m cumming”, my body tensed up as the most wonderful
feeling in the world swept over me. Wave after wave it hit me, until I
collapsed in a heap on the sofa, watching the lesbian woman with the
dildo fucking until she had hers.
“Ze dress will be ready tomorrow Cheri” the lady said as I prepared to leave, and with the little French I knew I said “merci”.