Immediately upon entering the fitting room, Olivia dropped to her knees and lifted Gina’s skirt. For a minute she just sat savoring the scent in the vicinity – Gina had been marinating for awhile, and the smell that lingered around her was like smoked salmon coated in honey.
Olivia picked up a pair of slinky white panties and helped Gina step into them. She pulled them into place and leaned back to admire how they looked, then took hold of them and began to work the crotch up into Gina’s slit. Gina groaned quietly and leaned back with her eyes closed. Hypnotized by the sight of Gina’s puffy pink lips peeking out around the white fabric, Olivia had completely forgotten where she was until she happened to catch movement in the corner of her eye and saw Claire standing in the doorway, eyes glittering eagerly.
Keeping eye contact with Claire, Olivia reached down and slid a finger inside Gina, feeling the older woman’s cunt muscles clamp down on her. Gina moaned louder and opened up, bracing herself against the wall and lifting one leg onto Olivia’s shoulder. For the moment Claire just watched, bringing one hand to her mouth and biting gently on a fingertip. Then Olivia beckoned her with a slight tilt of the head and that was all it took; Claire took one long stride forward and sank to her knees beside Olivia.
Olivia gulped, her head buzzing with the sudden hotness of it all. She looked up at Gina, lost in bliss, then down at Claire, who stared back wide-eyed, her lips slightly parted. Then Olivia pulled the crotch of Gina’s panties aside with one hand and used the other to guide Claire’s head over into that area. Claire cooperatively extended her tongue and touched it gently to Gina’s vulva; Gina arched her back and threw her full weight back against the wall, opening her legs all the way.
For a couple minutes Olivia watched as Claire slowly licked Gina’s pussy, then leaned in closer and pushed her tongue inside. Only then did Olivia pull down Gina’s top and suck one breast into her mouth (or at least as much of it as she could fit). At this point Gina realized that there were two pairs of lips on her and her eyes flew open. It took a moment for her to register what was happening, seeing the familiar dark head just below her and the unfamiliar red-haired one between her legs. Claire lifted her head to look at Gina, her face wet with pussy juice, and briefly Gina felt embarrassed and uncertain. But what was she going to do, pretend she hated it? It felt good – really, really good – so she pulled Claire’s head back to where it had been and lifted Olivia’s up for a kiss.
Olivia reached down to help Claire by rubbing Gina’s clit, and in short order Gina started shaking violently, moaning the loudest orgasm Olivia had ever heard her have. Olivia dropped back to her knees to kiss Claire, delighting in the taste of her lover on this stranger’s lips.
Lifting Claire to her feet, Olivia leaned her against the other wall and politely helped her out of her clothes, glancing periodically back at Gina as she did so. When Claire was naked Olivia started kissing her way down the blonde’s slim body, keeping one eye on Gina’s rapt expression all the while. Claire’s tits were nice little mouthfuls and her nipples were skinny but stuck out invitingly; Olivia sucked and bit down on each one, causing Claire to squirm and sigh. Gina reached out and ran one hand across the nape of Olivia’s neck as she moved down, arriving finally at Claire’s wispy nest of rust-colored curls.
Olivia paused and looked back at Gina one last time. Did Gina think her a terrible slut now? The excited look in Gina’s eyes said no; and in any case it was too late to turn back. Olivia used her nose to nudge Claire’s legs apart and burrowed between them. Claire tasted wonderful – a subtler flavor than Gina, but fresh, ripe, and little perfumey.
Gina leaned in for a closer look. She was surprised to find that she didn’t feel jealous – just excited, wet, even a little proud of how self-assured Olivia was in this situation. Though she was the youngest of the three, if anyone was in charge here, it was clearly her. When she’d had her fill of Claire’s pussy, Olivia stood and pulled off her T-shirt; she was braless underneath and her nipples jutted out like twin antennae. Taking Gina’s head in one hand and Claire’s in the other, Olivia gathered both to her chest. She brought one mouth to each nipple, then encouraged them to kiss, then brought them back to continue suckling.
At this point Olivia realized exactly what she wanted next and set about arranging it. She stretched out on her back on the bench that had been conveniently provided, and had Claire go down on her while Gina sat on her face. Soon Olivia was making noises she’d never made before as Gina ground down on her and Claire lapped away. Gradually Gina sank forward until her tongue was stabbing at Olivia’s clit.
After that Olivia wasn’t conscious of anything for awhile. Next thing she knew she was sitting up on the bench, slumped against the wall, reverberations from half a dozen orgasms pulsing through her. Gina was sitting in a corner smoking a cigarette. Olivia was surprised – she’d never seen Gina smoke – but in fact she was an ex-smoker who always kept a pack in her purse just to prove she was over the temptation. Claire was nowhere to be seen.
Olivia looked over at Gina and smiled. “Wow,” was all she could manage to say.
Gina took and big puff and responded, “You said it, honey.”
Just then Claire returned, but there was more to her than there had been before – a nice big strap-on protruded from between her legs. Olivia caught the look on Gina’s face when she saw it and smiled. They hadn’t used a strap-on in their time together, and Olivia imagined Gina was eager for something inside her. In a flash she saw how things were going to transpire:
Olivia would flip over so her knees were on the floor and her tits pressed against the bench, presenting her pussy to Claire. Claire would give Olivia what for as Gina scooted over to kiss Olivia on the mouth, cheek, neck, and ear. When she was content Olivia would take the strap-on from Claire and put it on herself, bring Claire to her knees, and watch contentedly as Claire licked her juices from the dildo.
Then she’d lay Gina back on the bench and spread her legs. Slowly, ever so slowly, she’d tease Gina’s opening with the tip of the plastic cock, swirling it around and around, sinking in just a millimeter and then pulling it out again. Then she’d give Gina the good hard fucking she so clearly needed while Claire watched from below, occasionally sticking her tongue in when Olivia slowed down enough to let her.
If Claire played her cards right, she might get fucked too. Olivia pictured her on her hands and knees on the floor, getting pounded from behind, every thrust pushing her face forward into Gina’s pussy.
Later on, at home, Olivia might even model her new clothes for Gina, and who knew what might happen then. Suddenly Olivia’s head was full of ideas.