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This story contains graphic sex between two adult females.
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TIGHT JEANS
Hi everybody! My name's Wendy, and I want to share a story
with you about an interesting experience I had last summer
while shopping for a new pair of jeans.
Before I start, I'll tell you a little about myself. I just
turned 20 years old. I'm petite -- 5'2" and about 105 lbs.
My measurements are 32A-22-34. I have naturally blonde hair
(really) which I perm and wear just above my shoulders.
People tell me I have a baby face, and I take that as a
compliment. In the summer I try to keep a bit of a tan, but
not too much. Being as small as I am, I'm what most people
consider "cute" rather than "pretty."
Last summer I was home from college. A guy that I hadn't
seen since high school called and asked me out. I was
surprised and excited that he remembered me, and I gladly
accepted. I was eager to look my best for him, so the day
before the date I decided to go buy a new pair of designer
jeans to wear. You know the type I'm talking about -- so
tight they look like they're painted on. On my small frame,
my bottom is the only part of my body that's shapely, and I
like to show it off as best I can.
I walked into a women's clothing store and was greeted by a
tall, slender saleswoman who appeared to be in her late
twenties. "May I help you?" she asked politely. I told her
what I was looking for. When I told her the size (which was
obviously smaller than what I normally wear), she looked me
over and grinned slightly before heading for the designer
jeans section. I followed behind her as she walked. She
was attractive, with long, flowing black hair and dark skin.
She wore a very short, light gray dress and black stockings
that accentuated her long, slim legs. The woman handed me a
pair of jeans and said, "Here, you can try these on over in
the dressing room."
After entering the dressing room, I quickly kicked off my
tennis shoes and removed my shorts. I sat down and
proceeded to pull the jeans up my legs. For those of you
who have never tried to put on a pair of tight -- I mean
really tight -- jeans, I can tell you that there are few
tasks in life that are more difficult. When I got them up
to my hips, I pulled and pulled, trying desperately to get
them over my butt. I was able to get them part of the way
up, but no further.
Whenever I go out wearing tight jeans, I carry a pair of
pliers in my purse to help me get the jeans on and off, like
when I go to the bathroom. Unfortunately, I forgot to bring
pliers with me that day. I figured that maybe the
saleswoman could help me somehow. I opened the door of the
dressing room slightly and peeked out. She was right
outside. Not wanting any of the others in the store to
hear, I whispered my predicament to her and asked if she
could give me a hand. She smiled knowingly and replied,
"Sure."
She came into the dressing room and shut the door. "Oh my,
you do have quite a problem here," she quipped after
examining my situation. "Turn around and hold your arms
straight out in front of you. Lean forward with your hands
against the wall." I did as she asked, feeling like I was
about to be frisked. Suddenly, realizing that my thong
panties left my bottom exposed to the woman, I felt a little
embarrassed.
She stepped up behind me, gripped the top of the jeans, and
began tugging them up. I tried to help by holding my
breath. The woman seemed to know what she was doing. She
would pull one side up a little and then do the same on
another side, and so on and so on. It felt kind of funny to
have her touch my butt and hips. Her hands even grazed the
crotch of my panties a couple of times. In less than a
minute, she had inched the jeans all the way up. She gently
grabbed me by the hips and turned me around so that I was
facing her. She reached down and yanked the zipper up.
Then she slipped her finger inside the front of the waist
and fastened the snap. She backed up, as if to admire her
work, and asked me, "Well, how do those feel? Too tight?"
God, they fit like a second skin. I was barely able to
breathe. I tried to crouch down just a little, and I could
hardly move. "They're perfect," I gasped.
"Turn around and let me see," the saleswoman requested.
Without saying a word, I did as she asked. "Mmmm, those
look great on you," she said. I looked at the reflection of
my ass in the mirror. She was right. I looked pretty hot,
if I do say so myself.
"I'll take them," I said excitedly.
"Great. Do you want to wear them out of here, or shall I
help you take them off so I can wrap them up?" she inquired.
It was hot outside, so I told her I wanted to put my shorts
back on.
"OK then. Sit down on the bench," she told me. I did and
leaned back on my elbows. She knelt in front of me and
snaked her fingers down the front of the jeans and
unfastened the snap. Then she quickly pulled the zipper
back down.
"Raise up off the bench a little," she directed me next. I
had to hold my arms stiff and straight down so that I could
grab the edge of the bench to lift my rear up. That
position was not at all comfortable. I wondered why she
wanted me to sit instead of stand. She reached underneath
me and began tugging the jeans down over my bottom. Just as
before, I felt the soft touches of her hands on my naked
ass. Next, she pulled the front down a little, gently
grazing my panty-covered pussy. Steadily, she worked the
jeans down, using the same technique that she had used
earlier to get them on me. Then, she grabbed the waist on
both sides. All at once, she gave a mighty tug and pulled
the jeans completely off my hips and down to my knees. The
force surprised me, and I struggled to keep from losing my
balance. I looked down and was horrified to see that not
only were the jeans pulled down, but my panties had gone
with them! There I was, with my pussy completely exposed in
front of a woman I didn't even know.
Before I could say anything, she spoke. "Oops. Sorry about
that." She was still on her knees on the floor in front of
me. "I'll take care of that," she said. With that, she
quickly grabbed the jeans and panties and pulled them both
completely off!
"What are you doing?" I said to her in an alarmed tone, but
quiet enough so no one else in the store could hear.
"Just enjoy it, cutie," was all she said, and quick as a
cat, she stood up between my legs and was on top of me. She
shoved me backwards and pinned both my shoulders to the
wall. I tried to push her off, but I couldn't get any
leverage. Then, she leaned forward and pressed her lips
onto mine and began kissing me forcibly. I tried
desperately to turn my face away, but she was too strong and
persistent. She held me firmly and continued her assault on
my mouth.
Needless to say, I was in a panic. There I was in a
dressing room, half-naked, being kissed heatedly by another
woman. I was afraid to scream because I didn't really want
to create an embarrassing scene. I continued to struggle
against her, but I couldn't escape her strong hold.
After several seconds with the woman's lips locked to mine,
I realized she wasn't actually hurting me, so I relaxed a
little and tried to gather my thoughts. She must have felt
my resistance wane, because the next thing I knew her tongue
was in my mouth. I couldn't believe it. I wondered just
how far she intended to go with me. She certainly showed no
signs of stopping. Resigned to the situation, I opened my
mouth slightly. She responded by hungrily probing her
tongue deeper into my mouth. It almost felt like it was
down my throat. My God, I had never been kissed like that
before!
With our mouths still pressed together, I was shocked to
hear her start moaning. Worried that someone might hear, I
tried to find my voice to somehow tell her to be quiet. It
was only then that I realized I was the one moaning! I
was actually enjoying getting frenched by another woman.
Surprised at myself, I then made a bold move (for me anyway)
and drove my tongue into her hot, wet mouth! She, of
course, responded enthusiastically. We proceeded to kiss
each other lustily for several seconds.
Recognizing that I had become a willing participant, the
woman removed one of her hands from my shoulder and began
fondling my braless tits through the thin material of my
tank top. Still kissing me, she then moved her other hand
down and began caressing my naked thighs. She obviously
knew exactly how to touch another woman. My stomach
fluttered and my pussy was steaming. She then pulled her
lips from mine and began to passionately nuzzle my neck. I
put my hand behind her head and ran my fingers through her
long, black hair. She was amazing. I felt like my entire
body was covered by her soft hands and luscious mouth.
After a minute or so of this touching, she backed away and
knelt in front of me between my open legs. I licked my lips
nervously in anticipation of what I hoped was about to
happen. She looked up at me inquisitively as if seeking my
approval for her to proceed further. I found her sudden
hesitance a little amusing, considering that only a little
while earlier she had practically tried to rape me. I
leaned forward, put my hand behind her neck and pulled her
face towards my moist pussy.
That was all the encouragement she needed. She began
swirling her talented tongue through my blonde bush.
Teasingly, she grabbed a few of my pubes in her teeth and
shook her head gently, pulling my cunt hairs ever so
slightly. She then placed one hand above my mound and
pushed the bottom of my tank top up, revealing my flat
stomach. She began kissing and licking my tummy. She
continued upward, finally pulling my top up far enough to
expose my small boobs. Not surprisingly, my pink nipples
were rock-hard. She seemed to like what she saw and began
sucking my stiff nubs voraciously. I'm usually pretty loud
during sex, so to keep quiet I had to pull my tank top up
into my mouth and bite down on it to keep from screaming and
moaning. She diligently sucked, licked, and bit my
throbbing nipples while I massaged the back of her neck.
Once, I looked down to see her pull away from one of my
tits, and a string of saliva trailed between her mouth and
my nipple. It was no wonder my boobs were as soaked as my
pussy.
With both of us breathing heavily, she moved back down to my
stomach, stopping briefly to insert her tongue in my belly
button and give it a good lick. She continued down and
positioned herself so that her face was only inches away
from my glistening pussy. I watched her intently and
marveled at the situation -- a beautiful woman, impeccably-
dressed, on her knees, about to go down on me.
First, she lifted my leg and draped it over her shoulder. I
could see the tendons stick out in my slender thigh. My
pubic hair is pretty sparse, so at that moment, my most
private parts were completely exposed to that lovely women.
She took her index finger and placed it at the top of my
slit. I moaned softly through my impromptu gag. She ran
her finger down the length of my pussy, gently stroking my
swollen lips. I was in heaven. Her finger continued on,
and she inserted the tip of it into my tiny asshole. I had
never had anything in that hole before, and I gasped at
how naughty it felt. She grinned at me wickedly and removed
her finger.
Next, she slid her hand under my ass cheek and fondled my
butt as best she could under the weight of my body. Her
other hand quickly returned to my cunt. She inserted two
fingers, and they quickly found my erect clitoris. I raised
my hips, trying feverishly to hump her invading fingers.
Meanwhile, she had moved her other hand from under my cheek
and maneuvered it to my ass crack. Before I knew it, she
had worked her entire thumb up my virgin butthole. It felt
so fucking good to have that sexy woman screwing both of my
holes at once. I was close to a powerful orgasm, and she
knew it.
Still working her fingers in and out of my pussy and ass,
she pressed her face into my sopping cunt. Instantly, her
skilled tongue began to work the same incredible magic on my
snatch that it had done earlier on my mouth and tits. She
slowly and sensually licked my entire valley, up and down,
up and down. I was delirious.
I started pinching my aching nipples, trying to speed up my
impending climax. Just then, the woman found my clit with
her tongue and began licking it vigorously. That pushed me
over the edge. My entire body exploded with intense waves
of sexual pleasure! I was blinded by flashes of white light
and stars! It was, by far, the most incredible orgasm I had
ever experienced in my life.
I just sat there with my eyes closed, unable to move. I was
totally spent. The tank top fell from my mouth and rested
above my tits. Somewhere far away, I felt the woman remove
her fingers from my two holes. The smell of my juices
wafted up to my nostrils. After a few seconds, I gathered
enough strength to open my eyes. She was busily licking my
juices off her fingers. She looked up at me lovingly and
smiled. "Thank you," I managed to whisper breathlessly.
"Oh. I'd better get back to work," she said with a start.
She quickly stood up, smoothed out her dress and hair, gave
me a peck on the mouth, and vanished from the dressing room.
With my body still weak, I slowly pulled on my clothes and
tried to make myself look presentable. I picked up the
jeans and left the dressing room to pay for them. My
saleswoman was at the register. She looked absolutely
perfect -- not a hair out of place. "Do you need anything
else today?" she asked me, acting cool and professional.
There were two other customers and another saleswoman within
earshot. I just grinned and shook my head. She knew damn
well I had already gotten much more than I had bargained
for. As she handed me back my change, she smiled and said,
"Thank you very much. Please come and see us again."
Come and see us again? That certainly sounded like a
great idea.
Someday I'll have to return to that store. When I do, I'll
be sure to tell you about it!
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