Dressing Room Dalliance

Dressing Room Dalliance
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Language: English

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It had started innocently enough. My best friend Clara had taken me on a shopping trip in an effort to cheer me up after my boyfriend of one year, six months and five days left me to follow a barely legal girl all the way to Venezuela. The cheering up bit was going pretty well; I’d already bought a nice pair of jeans and several cute blouses, and we stopped to have lunch at our favorite restaurant. And then Clara practically dragged me along to this new specialty shop that sold high end lingerie.


I wasn’t exactly thrilled by the idea, seeing as the person I wore lingerie for had just walked out on me. But the last thing I wanted to do was let Clara down after all the support she’d given me since the split, so in we went. Before I knew it, though, I was having a blast picking out exquisite bras and daring thongs, and I was raring to try them on. I felt sexy just imagining myself in the confections of silk and lace and leather, and feeling sexy was just what I needed to get over my awful breakup.

Now, the shop was pretty crowded, and by the time we went to try on the stuff we’d picked out, there was only one dressing room free. Clara never likes to wait so I was prepared to let her go first, but she pulled me in with her, shut the door, and did the latch.

“I want to know what you think,” she said, by way of explanation. “And I’d love to see you in the stuff you got.”

I blushed at the thought of my best friend seeing me in what I’d wear when I wanted to get a good hard fuck, but I nodded meekly anyway. It wasn’t as if we hadn’t been in similar situations before; there was always some state of undress when we did sleepovers, and we’d shared showers back when we played volleyball in high school.

But it wasn’t like that at all.

Things started to take a very different turn when Clara shucked off her shirt and undid her bra without a second’s hesitation. Her breasts bounced free, and, completely topless, she sorted through the armload of fancy underwear she’d brought with her.

My best friend is a beautiful woman. I’ve always known that. I’ve also always been aware of the fact that she has gorgeous tits – I was insanely jealous when they first put in an appearance when we were teenagers, all round and pert and perfect. Even her nipples were lovely, pink and delicate against the darker rose of her areola. She had her back to me, but I had a good view of her in the mirror. I think I stood there watching for a full minute before she caught me staring. Teasingly, she caught my eye and grinned, moving her shoulders to make her tits shake.

I turned my back to her, not so much out of modesty as from the need to hide the blush spreading across my face. I’d liked the way Clara’s breasts moved. I’d enjoyed it. And a familiar warmth started to spread between my legs as I thought of touching her, putting my mouth on one warm breast and suckling on her nipple…

My hands shook as I unbuttoned my blouse, and I could barely manage to unfasten my bra. I bit my lip until it hurt, trying to get my mind back on track. It was just the breakup, I told myself. All I needed was some hot breakup sex, and that could easily be had when we hit the clubs later that night. Just one good fuck, and I’d stop having pervy thoughts about Clara.

Determined as I was to quash these thoughts, l was so hot and bothered that I had to give my own nipple a pinch, just to relieve some of the feeling. I was trying to be discrete, and I nearly jumped out of my skin when Clara put a hand on my shoulder.

“I need your opinion,” she said, laughing at my shock.

I spun around in a hurry, leaving my breasts uncovered in my haste to show that I had nothing to hide. The space in the dressing room could be called cramped at best, and we were so close together that my breasts brushed against my friend’s as I turned. She was covered up by then in purple lace bra that pushed her tits up and forward, but I could still feel how soft they were, and, if anything, the lace moving across my sensitive nipples made the breath catch in my throat. That, and what Clara looked like, standing just a foot away from me.


She had taken a step back to give me a better view, and she’d also stripped off her pants to reveal the silk thong she was wearing. As it was, the sight was incredible, and Clara took it further by striking a model’s pose, chest and butt out with one hand on her tiny waist.

“Well?” she asked, trailing her free hand from hip to breast, presenting herself to me.

I couldn’t tell her that if I had been a man, or at least an out and out lesbian, I’d have had her against the wall with her legs apart faster than the blink of an eye. I swallowed, crossed my arms over my chest to cover myself, and settled for saying, “The bra’s really pretty. But the color drains you.”

It was an honest enough opinion. The brilliant purple went badly with my friend’s chin length auburn hair and green eyes. I tried not to dwell on it, though. Looking at her tits, however they were covered, was turning me on, and that made me feel immeasurably guilty. I tried to look down instead, but my eyes lingered on the inviting barely covered V between her thighs, and my cheeks burned.

“Oh.” Clara made a face. “It doesn’t come in any other color. I guess I’ll have to go for something else.” Then she smiled wickedly, apparently taking my blushes for misplaced modesty. “Your turn now, bashful. Go on!”

I’d chosen a bra too, a confection of lace so delicate as to be nearly transparent. I thought the sapphire blue would bring out the color of my eyes, and the gold thread shot through the tatting was bound to subtly echo my ash blonde hair. The thing came with matching panties that were a broad strip of lace more than anything else – and not so broad as to cover the entire curve of my buttocks at that – with a narrow strip of cloth to provide token covering for my private parts. I put that on too, and I found myself wondering what Clara thought of my shimmying out of my skirt and hiking down my far too ordinary cotton underwear before I stopped that thought right there. It was bad enough that I was having naughty thoughts about her without imagining that she was thinking the same things about me. There was already a wet spot on the crotch of my panties, and I crumpled the damning article of clothing and slipped into the new pair before Clara could see it.

I’d done my changing with my back to my best friend, and I shuffled around in a 180˚ turn to show off. I was hoping to wow her, but what she was wearing made my jaw drop.

Clara was in a corset made up of leather panels of a green so deep it was almost black. There was a dull shine to it that looked damnably seductive against the creamy tone of her skin, and while it pushed her breasts up, it left them completely uncovered.

“You’re – you’re gorgeous,” I blurted, unable to stop myself.

“You’re looking good too, Valerie. See?” Clara took me by the hand and made me stand next to her. There was barely enough space for us to stand side by side so we were slightly at an angle to each other as I examined our reflections. I did look pretty good. My figure may not be as curvy as Clara’s, but I was fit and trim and the lingerie showed off what shape I had to my best advantage. Clara completed the effect by reaching up behind me to undo my ponytail, letting my hair fall in a spill of soft curls to the tops of my breasts.

“Beautiful,” she said, putting an arm around my shoulders. The side of her bare tit brushed against mine. “Your idiot ex doesn’t know what he left behind.”

She slid her hand down my back, making my skin tingle. That was when we kissed.

Her lips were soft against mine and sweet too, from the peach crush she’d had with lunch. It was different from any other kiss but I responded readily enough, my own lips parting to allow her tongue access. She was so clever, so skillful, and the way her tongue twisted in my mouth soon had me biting back a moan.


She pulled away when she heard me and grinned, putting a finger over my lips for silence.

“Quiet now, Valerie,” she said. “We don’t want them to hear us, do we?”

The statement made me take stock of things. ‘Them’ was the person in the next stall, the one in the stall beyond that, and the rest of the people in the lingerie shop. It was the middle of the afternoon, and I’d just had the first lesbian kiss of my life with my best friend.

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Product Details
File Size: 187 KB
Print Length: 27 pages
Fortmat: ePub
Features: Flowing text
Language: English

Price(USD): $0.95

Dressing Room Dalliance