It is all fiction and none of the people are real.
My name is Nicole and I am 19 years old. I still live at home with my parents in a city in southern Ontario, Canada.
I am 5' 8" tall and weigh 126 lbs. and have shoulder length auburn hair in sort of a page boy style cut, and my measurements are 34b-26-35.
I am very shy and have not had any boyfriends but that doesn't bother me. I work in a shoe store as a clerk and I hope to only do this until I decide what I want to do with my life. When I am not working, I spend a lot of time on the net, mostly in adult sites and I have almost been caught few times by my parents visiting sites I am sure they think I should not be seeing. I am particularly excited and curious about the lesbian sites. I have always been curious about girl to girl sex and have had a few crushes on girls or older women but I have never acted upon my desires, but I do think about it all the time, wondering what it would be like. I masturbate at night in bed while I think about a girl or woman touching me. Well, now I don't have to wonder any more!!
I have always had a different fashion sense than kids my own age. I now prefer the alternative look, but not to the extreme. I like to wear a lot of black and mostly shorter skirts or long outfits with a slit up the skirt or dress that reveals my leg. As I mentioned earlier, I like black and almost all of my clothing is black, including my lingerie.
Working as a sales clerk in the shoe store enables me to also feed my desire for shoes. I like high heels and wear them all the time while working and the odd time when I go out clubbing with my friends. Since I live at home, most of my money goes toward shoes and clothes. I also really tend to notice what other women are wearing and critique them on their choices of apparel.
I work two nights a week, Wednesday and Thursday which is not too bad since these nights are not real busy and I can arrange displays and try on new styles that come into the store. About six months ago, on a Wednesday night, I was trying on a pair of black heels that had just come in and I had raised my skirt to get a better look at the shoes on my feet and I happened to look up and there was a woman outside the store watching me. Caught off guard and a little startled I let my skirt fall back down and looked away knowing I was red from embarrassment. When I got the nerve to look back, she was gone. I thought nothing more about it. Over the next couple of weeks, usually on Wednesday evening I would see her looking at the shoes in the front window of the store but she never came in to look around. One night I was helping an elderly woman try on some flats and I heard the bell on the door jingle as it was opened. Turning around, I noticed it was the woman that caught me trying on the shoes. Smiling, I told her I would be with her once I finished with this customer and that she could look around if she wanted. Smiling at me, she nodded and I turned my attention back to the elderly woman and then I heard the bell jingle and my mystery woman had left the store.
Later on when the store was empty of customers, I was surprised to find myself thinking about the window shopper. I was surprised at myself for thinking about her and realizing just how much I remembered about the way she looked and dressed. She was tall and slim and had her dark hair up in a roll and her eyes and lips were made up fresh and boldly. She had on what appeared to be a dark business suit with a skirt to just above the knee and a trench style rain coat, black hose and heels. She was my fantasy woman for the night, once I was safely in bed....
Occasionally over the next few months I would see this woman looking in the front window of the store but it seemed as soon as I noticed her, she would leave. I realized she must work in the area but I never saw her anywhere else. One Wednesday evening, about one hour before closing time, there were no customers in the store and things were really slow. I was wandering around the store looking for something that caught my interest. I heard the door bells jingle and looked up to see who was coming into the store. To my surprise, it was the lady who I noticed looking into the shop windows all the time.
Our eyes met and there seemed to be recognition even though it was the first time we had been face to face. As she walked towards me I was able to take all of her in. She was tall and once again had on her trench coat that was not buttoned but tied loosely with the belt. Underneath she had on a navy pinstripe business suit and a white silk blouse under the jacket. I asked her if she would like some help or if she would just like to look around the shop for awhile. She said she thought she would like to just look around and if she had any questions, she would call me. Not knowing what to do then, I pretended to be busy arranging displays, all the time trying to keep an eye on this mysterious woman. She seemed to have an interest in shoes with a higher heel and as she tried them on I caught myself admiring her exposed leg as she stuck her leg out to view the shoe in the mirror. She looked perplexed and I asked if there was anything I could do for her. Looking up from the floor, she looked directly at me and asked if I had a pump with a higher heel that was different from the current styles in a size 8. I mentioned that I had some old stock in the back room that had been here for a while. I asked her to have a seat and I would be back in a minute.
I returned with a couple of pairs of shoes, one of which was my favorite style. It was a black pump, had a 4 1/2 " heel and ankle straps. Showing her both pairs, she chose to try on the ones with the straps, my heart fluttered. Pulling up the stool, I sat down in front of her and as she raised her right foot to the rest on the stool, her skirt fell away, revealing her thigh and the top of her nylons. My knees felt weak and my stomach was jumping. I looked up into her eyes and I realized she was waiting to see what my reaction would be. Nervously I avoided her gaze and looked back down as I took her ankle into my left hand and slid her conservative pump off her foot with my right hand, exposing her nylon clad foot and dark red painted toe nails. Still holding her foot I bent over and picked up the pump with the ankle strap and lifted her foot to slide it into the shoe at which time my eyes trailed up her leg just as she seemed to spread them further apart. I was taken aback, she wasn' t wearing underwear ! There were all kinds of emotions going through my body. I was scared, confused, excited and hesitant all at the same time. As I finished doing up the ankle strap I looked up into her eyes and she was staring at me. There was silence for what seemed like a very long time. I did not know what to say or do.
Finally she asked me "What do you think?" Not knowing exactly what she was referring to, I answered that it would be best if she stood up to see how the shoe felt. As she stood up it was obvious that she would need the other shoe on to be able to retain her balance and get a proper impression of the shoes. She must of read my mind as those were the next words out of her mouth. Standing before me with her back to the door of the shop, she raised her left foot onto the stool and asked me to remove her street shoe and put on the other one. This motion caused her shirt to ride up and since I was still seated on the stool, she was exposed right in front of me. All sorts of thoughts were racing through my mind. Was this totally innocent or did she intend to do this? Should I ignore it or should I react and if I did react, what would I do?
I decided that I would not risk loosing my job by doing something foolish even though I was aching to touch her. I removed her old shoe and replaced it with the other new shoe. As I was doing up the buckle of the ankle strap my eyes wandered up and down her leg , my left hand unconsciously was rubbing her ankle. I thought I detected a shudder and as I looked up I noticed that she had her eyes closed. Taking a chance I started to move my hand up her calf letting my fingertips lightly touch the nylon as I moved up her leg. and leaning in towards her, I pressed my cheek to the inside of her left knee. I then felt her hands to the back of my head, gently guiding me in towards her and I heard a soft moan escape from her lips.
I felt her neatly trimmed hair against my face and I could smell her wetness. This is what I had fantasized about at night, alone in bed. Not exactly sure of what I was to do, I gave a few soft lingering kisses and then ever so slightly, stuck my tongue out and began probing her with it. Soon I was licking up her juices and trying to concentrate on the little clit which seemed to be growing with every touch. My hands were now gliding up and down her legs, but I needed support so I grasped hold of her butt cheeks under her skirt and squeezed them as I tried to devour her. I must have been doing something right because I could hear her moaning and eventually I felt her tense up and shudder. I wanted to continue using my tongue but I guess it was too sensitive for her and she pushed me away.
Looking up at her, our eyes met once again and she began to straighten up her clothing and just then the bells on the shop door jingled as another customer came in. With my face covered in her juices, I got up from the stool and went to the stock room to wipe my face. I could not believe what had just happened! It was like I was in a trance and even though my own urges had not been satisfied, I felt fulfilled and only then did I realize just how wet my panties were.
When I returned to the store area, my lady was gone and the other customer, who was an older woman was looking at me rather peculiar. Disappointed I began to clean up the floor area and put away the shoes. In the box I found a scribbled note, that read "What do you think?" and was signed, "Olivia"