Carla invited Dylan to
spend the night, but she declined. In the aftermath of their intense and
passionate three-way, Dylan seemed a little embarrassed, like she had gone
too far. Carla thought that was silly, but she understood that not
everyone felt as free as she did about indulging their desires.
Annabel and Carla slept
deeply and contentedly, feeling all the closer for having shared this
new experience together. Annabel had a sexy dream where her whole yoga
class was naked, and woke up wet and horny. But she found herself alone
in bed. She threw on a robe and headed down the stairs, smelling the
aroma of the strong coffee Carla favored wafting up from the kitchen.
It was another sunny,
beautiful day and they were both in ebullient moods. They had no
particular plans for the day and were absolutely free to do as they
pleased; so of course they decided to go shopping.
They showered, dressed,
and headed to the mall. As they walked in Annabel found herself
wondering if people could tell just by looking at them that they had a
special relationship. Or did they just look like any two women off to
spend some money?
One of their first stops
was at the lingerie shop, where they were served by an absolutely
ravishing young woman in her mid-20s. Her nametag said “Farah” and she
had that classic Persian look: dark hair, dark eyes, and smooth, light
brown skin. She was very friendly, helpful, even a little flirty.
At first, Carla and
Annabel were the only customers, and Farah was very attentive, handing
clothes into the fitting room for them. Carla took advantage of the
privacy to fondle Annabel, pinching her nipples, cupping her breasts,
and briefly fingering her pussy. She hoped that Farah might walk in on
them, but so such luck; the shop was filling up, and Farah found herself
dividing her attention between a half-dozen women.
When they checked out,
Farah apologized, saying that her co-worker had called in sick and left
her to look after the shop by herself. Carla walked away with several
new pairs of panties, while Annabel got a garter belt and stockings that
Carla had picked out for her.
They spent the rest of
the day shopping for clothes and shoes, taking time for a long,
leisurely lunch at an Asian fusion restaurant and mani/pedis at the
mall’s most expensive spa. Several times they made trips back to the car
to drop off their accumulated packages. They spent a lot of time in
fitting rooms, and Carla molested her stepmother every chance she got,
with the result that Annabel’s nipples were visibly hard all day and her
panties were constantly soaked.
Carla loved watching
people watch Annabel, knowing that this beautiful woman who so many
lusted after was entirely under her dominion. She fantasized about
parading Annabel around the mall naked, collared, and leashed, offering
to her anyone who wanted her. Or to anyone Carla thought deserved her,
which was something else entirely.
At the end of the day,
as they made their way back to the parking lot, they passed by the
lingerie shop again. Farah was in the window, bent over, fussing with
the window display. In this position her short black skirt was riding
up, revealing her strong, shapely thighs and the bottom part of her ass.
For a minute Carla and
Annabel just stood and watched, hypnotized by what they were seeing. But
Carla’s mind was racing, planning. She craned her head to look into the
shop; there were no customers inside. The sign on the door still said “Open,” but closing time was fast approaching.
“Go in there and offer yourself to that girl,” said Carla.
“Huh?” responded Annabel.
“I want you to go in there,” repeated Carla. “Tell her she’s pretty, and offer to lick her pussy.”
Annabel blushed at the mere thought of what was being suggested. “I...I couldn’t....”
Carla’s expression
turned cold and hard. “You want to walk home? Do as I tell you.” When
Annabel looked like she was about to start crying, Carla took pity on
her. “Look, what’s the worst that could happen? She says no, we go
home.” Glancing back over at Farah — who had now bent over even more,
revealing a bit of thong — Carla added, “On the other hand....”
Annabel felt a surge of
electricity between her legs. Taking a deep breath, she gathered her
courage, opened the door, and stepped inside.
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