Seducing the shop owner of a lesbian boutique

I moved to Houston Texas in 1997. Coming from a small town, I was amazed by the number of ‘adult entertainment’ businesses within the city. Adult bookstores, theaters, strip clubs, etc, etc.

I moved into a small apartment and found a steady job upon arrival. On my days off, I drove around the city to explore. Somewhere on Westheimer Blvd I saw a lesbian boutique. It was small yet inviting. Upon entry I noticed they had a wide variety of lingerie and dancewear. I began sifting thru some of the lacy items.

Being bisexual I wasn’t bothered by the ladies who gawked of me. At just twenty-two years old, my youthful appearance didn’t go unnoticed by those who were more mature. I smiled back at those who admired my denim shorts that hung from my hips. Their attention was exciting me.

‘Is there something I can help you with?’ I heard as an older woman approached from my left. ‘I’m just looking for something, different,’ I replied. She was my mothers age, with bright eyes and a kind smile. She quickly glanced at my body then returned to the register.

A few pairs of eyes were absorbing my denim shorts indeed. My pulse began to accelerate. Suddenly, the vibe shifted.

I watched as others entered the changing rooms, which were lined against the wall. I observed the woman who offered to assist me as she stood behind the counter. Her bedroom eyes were hard to ignore. When I looked back again, I offered a genuine smile. She gleamed and nodded her head. A rush of adrenaline caused me to become dizzy. ‘I have an idea,’ I said to myself, as I looked at the changing rooms.

I began to select items that I could try-on, items that would stir some thoughts indeed. I purposely rounded the clothes rack and turned my back to the counter. I wanted that woman to get a good view as I leaned on my hip.

As I continued to shop, I noticed that the crowd was thinning. My hands quivered as I selected another item to try-on. It was really naughty. I walked towards the counter, ‘I’d like to try these two items on please?’ I said. She looked at my choices and bounced her eyebrows in surprise, ‘absolutely,’ she replied, and handed me key #6.

I could feel her eyes on me as I strolled towards door #6. I closed the door behind me and sat on the bench. My heart was racing now. I gazed at my selections and wondered if I had the courage to go thru with this.

I sat motionless listening to the voices on the other side of that door. ‘Go for it,’ I said to myself. As I began to strip, I could see shadows at the bottom of the door as people passed by. My nipples began to harden.

The first thing I chose to try-on was a cherry red thong and a razzle-dazzle top, something a ‘Rockette’ would wear for a show. I stood and looked into the mirror on the back of the door, ‘Jesus, are you going to step out like this?’ I said to myself. My heart was pounding thru my chest. I could hear several voices through that door from the remaining customers too. I made some final adjustments to the set and took a deep breath.

When I opened the door, I walked about five feet to a larger mirror. ‘Oh my,’ I heard from afar. An older woman nearby looked at me and bit her bottom lip in response. ‘Look at you,’ she said softly. From behind the counter came the woman who offered to help me upon my arrival. Her pace slowed as she grew closer. She paused next to another woman and gazed at my body so intently. ‘I think it’s too tight,’ I said as I pretended to adjust it. Another woman began walking in my direction, her focus was solely on my ass. Her expression was sensational.

‘I think it looks fantastic,’ the saleswoman said as she smiled at the woman beside her, ‘you agree?’ she asked. The other woman didn’t utter a word. She just stared in disbelief. I began turning as if I was examining myself, yet I was actually turning up the heat. Pointing my toes and posing seemed to add a touch of desire as I modeled in front of that mirror.

My cheeks were on full display. I tugged hard on the thong revealing them even more. Two more women strolled over to capture a view as well. Their silence was overwhelming as they gazed at my tender body. I walked back into the changing room and closed the door. I was trembling with excitement and nervousness.

I could hear them whispering, yet I couldn’t understand what they were saying. I could hear the bell chime as customers came and left. ‘Have a good day,’ I heard, as I began putting on my last selection.

It was a black lingerie set with stockings included. Suddenly, I felt a sense of fear. ‘Are you really going to walk out wearing this???’ I asked myself. I sat back down and pondered my next move. I could still hear voices on the other side of that door. My intention was to lure the saleswoman, not the customers too. I remained in the changing room for several minutes.

‘Are you okay?’ I heard from the other side of the door. ‘Yes,’ I replied as I sat there motionless, my heart, racing. I waited as I listened to the bell chime as customers left the store. For a brief moment, all was quiet.
‘This is your chance,’ I said to myself.

I stood from the bench and slowly opened the door. When I stepped out, there was no one there. I was so relieved. I walked towards the mirror when I saw the saleswoman walking my way. ‘OMG,’ she said as she stopped in her tracks, then she crept closer like a frightened cat.

‘Ohhhh wow,’ she said as she braced herself against a clothes rack. Using the mirror in front of me, I could see her scanning my body up and down with such lust in her eyes. She also quickly scanned the store for remaining customers as she looked over her shoulder. I was soaking wet. I began looking at her with that twinkle in my eye. I gave her a blushing smile at first, followed by a gentle wink. She became very intrigued by that gesture.

I purposely looked around for other customers too, there were none. I began strolling the ramp, absorbing her attention. ‘Like what you see?’ I asked. Her eyes popped wide, ‘Yes, I do,…very much so,’ she added. I continued to stroll back and forth in front of her. I paused beside her and rested my hand on her shoulder as I pretended to adjust myself. She wrapped her arm around me so I wouldn’t fall. Her warm hand excited me. I raised my left leg and rubbed my thigh against her side. She looked down at my leg then straight into my eyes, ‘are you serious?’ she asked. I just smiled silently and walked towards door #6. ‘Yes, I am,’ I said as I faded around the door and sat on the bench inside.

‘Hold on!’ she said quickly as she darted towards the front door and locked it. I watched as she quickly flipped the sign that read; ‘closed,’ and double checked the lock. My heart was pounding so hard.

She appeared in front of my changing room, gazing at my lingerie. ‘May I?’ she asked as she attempted to enter. ‘Please,’ I replied, as I rested my foot on the bench. She gazed at my carelessness as I displayed my smooth-shaven pussy for her viewing pleasure. ‘Oh my god,’ she said as she melted onto her knees in front of me. ‘Freaking delicious,’ she whispered as she stared away. With a singular motion, I stretched my left leg to the side, providing the shot she wanted to see.

‘Want some?’ I asked so delicately. She gasped immediately and began wiping her hands on her slacks. ‘Yesssss, I do,’ she replied. Here I was, a small-town girl from Ohio, spread wide in a changing room in Houston Texas, baiting a woman my mothers age.

She scooted closer and hastily so, as if I was going to change my mind. Her hands began to glide up and down my stocking covered legs. My eyes were locked onto hers. She knew why I was there too. She didn’t bother with foreplay, she was on fire.

She buried her nose between my legs and held my thighs. Her strong arms lifted me up and pulled me even closer. I gasped immediately, ‘Ohhhh yes,’ I whispered as I twisted my hips in circles. She ravished me. Her stiff tongue probed my innards with such fortitude. She drove it so deep, causing me to squeal uncontrollably. ‘Like that?’ she asked as she began licking my pussy so feverishly.

I rested my back against the wall and watched that woman devour my pussy. I didn’t know her whatsoever. It was exhilarating for a small-town girl. I gazed at my stocking covered thighs that flanked her as she continued to feast on my juicy treat. Her appetite was unforgiving. I trapped her head between my thighs by squeezing them together. I wasn’t about to release her any time soon, and she knew that.

She willingly allowed herself to be confined without resistance. I squirmed and squealed until I basted that womans face. We must have spent thirty minutes warming that changing room.

I finally collapsed and surrendered to her. She praised me for my courage and the opportunity to indulge. I giggled and smiled at her as I sat motionless, my pussy dripping with saliva.

I’ll never forget that day. It gave me the courage to explore other avenues during my stay in Houston. It was a wonderful day for a small-town girl in the big city. / Carrie

Tags: The changing room