Adventures of Kristof and Marci, Marci's Story

We sipped our wine in the evening sun as Marci began to answer my question about how she had got into girl on girl loving. I will tell it from Marci?s point of view... It happened not long after my husband and I separated. I had always been curious about lesbian sex; a school friend and I had had a few fumbles in our teens, but in physical terms, that was about it. I have always loved looking at lesbian porn and I thought it might be time to take a break from men. One Friday I decided to pop into town and get myself some sexy undies, so I went to a shop where I knew the owner did a bra fitting service and I had a pretty strong idea that she was lesbian, or at least bi. I had gone there once before with my husband and he had said that he watched the way she looked at me and he was certain that she had been mentally undressing me the whole time. I couldn?t be sure if she would be there, or if she really was into girls, but it was as good a starting point as any! I prepared the ground by wearing a fitted button through dress which showed a decent amount of cleavage. Underneath I had on nylons and suspenders and a bra that didn?t fit too well; it was a touch too tight, but did really push my tits together, enhancing the cleavage effect! I arrived at the shop late in the afternoon, went in and began browsing. After a few minutes the owner approached me, asking if there was anything specific I wanted, or did I want any help. She was gorgeous, with an even tan and a shock of wavy auburn hair which came to her shoulders. She was wearing a dark grey pencil skirt and a cream lace blouse open to her cleavage, with the collar turned up. I could see her cream balconette bra and the curve of her full breasts through the lace. Below the hem of the skirt her shapely legs were clad in seamed full fashion nylons and she wore a pair of black stilettos. I told her that I was not sure exactly what I wanted just yet, but that I would appreciate her advice. I also mentioned that I would like to take advantage of her fitting service. She looked at my bust, her eyes lingering on my cleavage and said that she could see that I might need some assistance there. Then she looked at her watch and said ?Oh, I really need to get to the bank before it closes and I am alone here today. Would you mind coming back.? I felt disappointed, particularly given the way she had looked at my chest, I was certain I had detected more than a professional appraisal in her look. I didn?t get chance to answer as she turned towards the counter saying ?Here, I have some vouchers for the coffee shop across the street. Would you mind terribly? I will only be 10 minutes then I will give you my full attention.? ?Oh? I said ?I thought you meant you?d be closing and to come back another day.? She smiled and said ?Don?t worry, if you can wait, I will open up again, just for you.? I took the vouchers and laid a hand on my arm, saying ?Be a darling and get one for me, then we can have a chat when I get back. That way I can better understand what you are looking for.? I headed off to the coffee shop as she locked the door and went up the street. I ordered the coffees and sat pondering the previous few minutes. She had certainly appeared to be ?eyeing me up? and the way she had emphasised the words in some of what she had said; ?...full attention...? and ?...just for you...? it seemed to me that there was a double meaning. I told myself that I was imagining it and not to be so silly. I found myself looking at my watch and gazing up the street to see her approach. She really was a strikingly attractive woman and my mind began to wander to what might be. ?Penny for them.? I was brought back to reality with a shock; I had let my mind wander and had not noticed her walk into the coffee shop. She was now taking the seat opposite me and I flushed with embarrassment. She brushed her hand over mine and said ?Thank bahis siteleri you for waiting and for getting the coffee, I have hardly had time to get one this afternoon.? Her touch was electrifying and I felt an involuntary shudder run through me. She leant forward as she sat and I had a full view down the front of her blouse. I looked up and saw her watching me and flushed with embarrassment; she just smiled. She introduced herself properly then, saying her name was Tanya and I replied telling her mine. She took a sip of the coffee then said ?So, what are you looking for, Marci?? I told her that I wasn?t absolutely certain, I just wanted some new underwear, ?Something that fits properly, some for every day but some for, um...special occasions, you know, a little more racy.? She laughed and said ?I specialise in racy. So, something for the special man in your life, eh?? ?Huh!? I said, ?After nearly 20 years, the special man is now in someone else?s life and I don?t have anyone at the moment, but you never know.? ?Oh, sorry, I just assumed... Still, you are still young and look great, I would never have assumed that you were old enough to have been married for that long. We must be about the same age.? she said. ?Oh, don?t worry? I replied We chatted on for a while as we drank our coffee. We discovered that we were almost exactly the same age, 38, within a few weeks of each other. I told her about my daughter, Stacey who was just turned 18 at the time. She told me that she was also divorced, but no children. Then she said she had given up on men long ago, just the occasional fling for fun now and then. So, I thought, perhaps she bats for both teams; though she gave no more indication then. She asked me a few more questions about my choice of underwear as we finished our coffee. The street was busy with commuters as we crossed to her shop, people heading home at the end of the day. When she had left earlier, she had lowered the blind on the door and she left it down as we entered, locking the door behind her. ?Don?t want anyone coming in unexpectedly.? She said. The window displays had backdrops; ?We?re safe from the prying eyes of the outside world. You?d be surprised at the number of blokes who try to ogle.? She added, with a laugh as she flicked on the lights. She led me round, pointing out the various features of different bras, I told her which styles I liked and she collected a few for me to try. After a few minutes she said ?Right, let?s get you measured properly. You?ll have to take off your dress and bra, you aren?t shy, I trust?? I pointed out that she had already collected a half dozen bras and she told me that she was fairly confident about her estimate, but we?d see soon enough. She led me to the fitting room and picked up a tape measure. I stepped through the curtain into a reasonable sized room with full length mirrors on 2 walls. The room was tastefully decorated with subtle colours and drapes, rather like a boudoir, though not over the top. There was a sofa with a throw over it and a straight backed chair. She perched herself on the arm rest of the sofa as I unzipped the dress. I slipped it off and hung it on the hook. As I was unclasping my bra she commented on my stockings and suspenders. ?Ah, a woman after my own heart, it is so rare to see women in proper stockings these days and I just adore your suspender belt, where did you get it.? As I draped my bra over the back of the chair I told her I had got it from a popular online dealer in stockings and associated items She stood and approached me. ?You have certainly taken care of yourself, you have nice firm boobs, despite the fact that they are quite big.? I blushed a little as she slipped the tape around me, touching my breasts almost imperceptibly; I felt her hand brush my nipple on more than one occasion as she unhurriedly measured me. ?Just as I thought.? She announced.? canlı bahis siteleri She moved behind me and cupped my breasts, pushed them up and moved them apart saying ?Now, lift and separate, sexy cleavage,? with which she pushed them together, ?or voluptuous vamp?? as she flattened her hands squashed my boobs like a tight corset. ?Mmm, sexy cleavage please.? I said. She picked up a bra and handed it to me. I slipped it on and, as I did up the clasp, she stood in front of me and ran her fingertips under the front, positioning it, then along the edge of the cups, making sure my boobs were seated properly. She stepped away for me to check in the mirror. ?Wow, amazing the difference a well fitting bra can have!? I said as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. ?Hmm, try this one then.? She said. I change into the one she was offering and again she adjusted it, this time she ran her hands under the sides of my tits, pointing out the very subtle padding. This bra was altogether more revealing, so her fingertips once again just brushed against my nipples as she again slipped her fingers into the edge of the cups, seating them. When she stepped away I just smiled and said ?I can hardly believe those are my boobs!? ?As you said just now, a well fitting garment can transform even the firmest round bust.? She said, then added ?You look lovely.? I said I would take one of each, but I also wanted something altogether more sexy; a corset, preferably cupless. She thought a moment then said I think I have just the thing and led me into the shop. It seemed really strange to be browsing in a shop wearing only underwear and shoes, but it also turned me on a bit. Tanya was lifting a couple of corsets from a rack. ?Long line or short?? she asked, then qualified the question Long tend to have suspenders, whereas short rarely do. Short tend to be more comfortable for regular day wear, but the longer ones tend to take a bit of getting used to. If it?s just for sex, that won?t matter too much!? She giggled. It?s a shame there isn?t something in between.? I replied She thought a moment then went and took another off the rack; it was a pale cream with vertical black stripes and had detachable suspenders, there was also a matching lace and satin thong. She pointed out the little triangle at the back which had black crisscross ribbon laces, matching the corset. ?This one might suit, but it is back lacing, so you will need someone to help you into it, at least the first time, then tie it off and use the metal clasps at the front to get it on and off. We could do that now, if you aren?t in a hurry?? ?I?m in no rush, but what about you?? I replied. ?No problem for me, at all. Besides, this is my job and I love my work!? We returned to the fitting room and I removed the bra while Tanya loosened the lacing on the corset. She wrapped it round me and began to tighten the laces, checking that I didn?t find it too tight. Once she was satisfied that it was about right, she instructed me to sit on the chair to make sure that it was still comfortable. ?You should be able to sit and stand again without a struggle.? she advised, warning that it may take a bit of getting used to. I told her that it felt fine; adding that I had a couple of corsets already, though none quite as lovely as this one. ?I?ll take it, but I think I would like to wear it now, to get used to it.? She suggested that I transfer the stockings to the corset?s suspenders, rather than wearing my own belt. I agreed and began undoing them. ?Here, let me help.? Tanya offered, crouching beside me and working the metal clasps. That done, she stood beside me, the two of us looking at my reflection in the mirror. There I was wearing that sexy cupless corset, my breasts on full display and feeling very horny. ?What about this?? she asked, holding the thong in a hooked finger. In for a penny... I thought. ?Oh, canlı bahis um, yeah, I guess I should put that on as well, to finish it off. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of my own knickers and began to slip them off. Tanya crouched beside me and said ?Here, let me help. You might find it a little tricky bending all the way and I don?t want you getting your heels caught up and falling over.? Her eyes were firmly fixed on the mirror as she slipped my panties down, then offered up the new thong for me to step into. ?Mmm.? she breathed approvingly, her eyes clearly taking in my hairless pussy. ?Waxed?? she asked. ?Yes. I had it done this morning. I do have a trimmer for in between times, but it just isn?t the same.? ?I prefer mine that way, too, though I actually like to keep a Brazilian strip.? she giggled as she brought the thong up. ?I must say you look good enough to eat. It?s a shame you don?t have anyone to wear it for at the moment, but when the right person comes along, I?m sure they?d be more than happy to have you dressed like this for them. I know it would get my pulse racing.? She was fussing with the sides of the thong and I thought ?it?s now or never?. Before I could stop myself I blurted out ?I?d love to wear it for you if you?d like.? She looked at me in the mirror, her hands on my hips then she dropped her left hand and ran it up the inside of my thigh. Her fingers fleetingly brushed my pussy as she pushed her hand between my legs. She stopped with her open palm against the front of the thong, as her right hand gently caressed my outer thigh. ?I?d like that very much.? she replied in a husky whisper then withdrew her left hand slightly so that it was cupping my pussy and lowered her head to kiss my right buttock. Slowly Tanya withdrew her left hand, brushing her fingertips along my pussy, then stood, turned me so that I was side on to one of the mirrors. I began to speak, but she placed a finger on my lips then moved her face towards mine and we kissed. Her right hand moved over my left breast, her fingertips brushing over my now stiff nipple. Then she lowered her head towards my left breast. She extended her tongue and ran it over the nipple then, tongue still extended, she encircled the nipple with her lips. She began to gently suck the hard bud of dark flesh and slowly she drew her tongue back into her mouth; the feel of it drawing across my nipple was electrifying and I let out a soft moan. Meanwhile she was rolling my left nipple between her thumb and forefinger, tweaking it firmly. I let out another moan and she lowered her hand to rub my pussy through the little thong. My legs began to quiver and I let out a grunt as she pushed her fingertips into the soft folds of my pussy. Tanya withdrew her mouth from my breast and stood again, running her hands over my buttocks as she kissed me deeply, her tongue probing my mouth; I responded in kind and our tongues searched the inside of each other?s mouths. Finally, she broke away and said ?Would you like to continue this at my place?? I could barely speak and just nodded meekly. She gathered up the underwear as I put my dress back on and shoved my own discarded stuff into my bag, then I followed her out into the shop. She asked where my car was parked and I told her it was in the small car park behind the shop. Hers was there too and she told me to wait for her while she locked up. I waited in my car, my heart racing, was I really doing this? I almost had to pinch myself to make sure it was real. Soon Tanya came into the car park, carrying a large bag, then said for me to follow her home. We cleared the town and headed into the countryside. After a short while Tanya turned into a lane then into the gates of a large old house, with one car parked in front. She parked her car and I parked alongside her. Getting out I said ?Wow, impressive place.? ?Yeah, I was really lucky, a friend wanted to buy it for his business, but it was too big. So I agreed to buy it with him and live in part of it. I have the top floor and he has the ground. It?s mostly offices, so there is no one there in the evenings or at weekends.