Date: Sat, 22 Sep 2007 10:03:58 -0400
From: J W <jw1137@hotmail.com>
Subject: Melanie's Obsession 2

Melanie's mother apologized when she handed her daughter the credit card.

"I'm sorry sweetie but the Christmas campaign has to be wrapped up by the
middle of September. I just can't spare a minute until it's done. The
timing of your dad's trip to Dubai just sucks. Not that he's any use
shopping but at least you'd have some company" Her daughter was used to the
long hours and stress that always accompanied the launch of a new
advertising campaign and her father's extended overseas trips were not
unusual. The teenager had mixed emotions about doing her back to school
shopping on her own. There were inevitable differences of opinion about
what clothing was suitable but the girl admired her mother's very good
taste and fashion sense. If it weren't for the fact that they were new to
the city she'd have had some friends to go with.

"Its OK mom, I'll manage" the girl replied.

"I really feel like you're not getting your fair share of my time lately"
missus Morgan sobbed. "The promotion gave me a lot more money but it came
with more responsibilities too."

"I really mean it, its OK" She said giving her remorseful mother a
hug. Sheila Morgan broke the embrace. Holding her daughter by the upper
arms

"You're sure?" she questioned, wiping a tear from her cheek.

"Yes I'm sure. I'm gonna go out and spend some of the extra money!" the
girl said waving the plastic card and giggling. Her mother gave her a
rueful smile.

"I've gotta get going. You're on your own for dinner tonight. With a little
luck I should be home by ten." Sheila announced picking up her lap top
case. A peck on the cheek and she was gone.

Melanie was not sure if she was the tormentor or the victim; she had stayed
away from he neighbor's pool for over a week. Every day the girl would look
into the yard next door and watch as her forty year old neighbor lay beside
her pool pretending to read a novel. The teenager was quite sure that most
of the time the older woman's eyes were on the discrete gap in the fence
that was Melanie's personal access to the pool deck. Today as she stripped
off the long tee shirt she wore for a night dress she glanced out her
window. `Too early' she thought and headed for the shower.

The teenager's shower routine was, well, routine. The shampooing and
soaping played in the background of her erotic daydreams. By the time the
necessary was done her nipples were at full attention and the delightful
pressure between her legs had reached a critical stage. Just a couple of
quick strokes on her clit, envisioning her neighbor's widely splayed pussy
and the little but essential climax rocked her slim athletic body. Cleaning
off the discharge from her still throbbing mound always made her body jerk
spasmodically.

A pair of panties, and a pair of shorts pulled on Melanie considered `bra
or no bra?' she cupped her high conical mounds that certainly needed no
support. `But when you go in the air conditioned stores your nipples are
going to stick out, and everybody will be staring. So what?' she
thought. `You're gonna have to wear a bra to school; mom won't let you out
of the house without one, I better see how the clothes look with it on.'
She concluded. The topless teenager selected what she thought of as her
every day boob cover; it was a sort of a sport bra thin stretchy fabric no
fasteners just a pull over. Positioning the stretchy cups over her pliant
tits she plumped them up, and reevaluated the image in the mirror over her
dresser. The shadow of her dusty rose colored areolas were just visible
through the thin off white garment. With the plain pink tee shirt in place
she headed down stairs. In the entry hall she collected her small shoulder
bag and bounded down the front walk toward the bus stop.

Three hours, two shopping malls and a trip to the food court later she had
nothing to show for her time and effort. It all looked the same, the tops,
the skirts, the dresses, the slacks; `everybody in the whole damn school is
going to look like clones!' she cursed. Munching a French fry it dawned on
her; `there are some women's clothing stores downtown. Hardly anybody ever
goes there. Maybe I can find something that isn't out of the same cookie
mould at one of those places.'

It took twenty minutes on the bus to reach the town center. The taller
buildings made the streets seem cavernous. It wasn't hard to find women's
clothing stores, but after a rapid circuit of three of them Melanie was
starting to think this wasn't such a good idea after all. The clothes on
sale were certainly different but there was nothing she would wear. The
demoralized shopper entered her fourth, and she had decided her final store
of the day. `Same old, same old' she lamented as she wandered quickly
toward the back of the establishment. She saw a blouse that she thought was
quite pretty and checked the sales tag. Two hundred dollars! Her mother
would die of a heart attack. The teenager was just about to make for the
exit when she noticed the doorway on the back wall of the shop. Sticking
her head into this separate area she saw that this whole section was
devoted to lingerie. Just inside the entrance were some satin and lace bras
in beautiful deep rich shades of red, purple, a couple different blues, not
to mention black and white. Melanie couldn't resist picking up the `rose'
red one and examining the beautiful undergarment.

"That'll be too big for you' the voice from behind startled her. The out of
place teenager turned to see a tall smiling auburn haired woman in a very
expensive looking beige suit.

"Ya think?" the girl asked recovering quickly. The cups of the bra she was
holding would have been too large for her to wear as a hat. In the next few
seconds she was able to scan and assess the woman in the cream suit. Tall,
almost a full head taller than her, beautiful immaculately made up face but
showing its age; `older than mom' she thought, well rounded mature figure
with quite an impressive bosom not completely contained by the suit
jacket. Her skirt was respectably at the top of her feminine knees; the
calves below were defined and accented by the high but sensible heels of
the tan shoes. All in all a very pretty picture `I bet she was drop dead
gorgeous in her day' the youngster decided.

The pause for appraisal was mutual. The shop owner discretely scanned her
unexpectedly young customer from her chin length sandy hair to her slightly
skinny but athletic looking bare legs of which not more than an inch was
concealed by the cutoff shorts. The pale pink tee shirt molded on to a
considerable `rack' for one so young.

Irene Watson had purchased the women's apparel store two years ago, which
was a year and a half after her husband had passed away just a month shy of
their thirtieth anniversary.  She had been a model in her teens and most of
her twenties and married a photographer who of course became her
manager. Norm proved to be a talented manager and soon developed a
clientele of six to ten women. When Irene retired to play tennis, golf,
bridge and the other idle pursuits that her lucrative career was able to
finance, Norm continued to manage his `stable'. After his passing somehow
her life of leisure lost its appeal. The fifty year old had no need of more
money but she felt a need for purpose. When a bridge club acquaintance
mentioned that she was going to sell her clothing store and retire to
Florida, it struck the middle aged widow as the perfect opportunity. She
had not lost touch with the fashion industry and had always enjoyed working
in it, so a deal was easily struck. Her customers were the business women
and the local social elite. It was rare for a woman under thirty to cross
her threshold unless it was the daughter of one of her customers. The
appearance of this fresh faced and very pretty teenager thrilled her.

"If you interested we do carry smaller sizes" the shop owner
advised. Seeing the engaged expression on the girl's face she added "What
size do you wear?" Several thoughts and possibilities flashed through
Melanie's mind at the question.

"I don't know" she lied batting her naturally long unmade up eye lashes.

"Well fitting clothing properly, particularly bras is our specialty. I
could measure you if you'd like." The teenager's nipples tingled at the
offer.

"Uh, I...I don't know, I guess if it wouldn't be too much trouble." The
girl replied.

"No trouble at all" Irene assured her. "Just come with me to the fitting
room and I'll have you sized up in no time" the shop owner continued as she
passed her young customer on the way to the rear of the lingerie
section. Melanie fell in step behind her with a devilish smile on her
face. "My name's Irene, what's yours?" her host said over her shoulder.

"Melanie"

"I thought since we're about to get kind of personal we should at least
know each other's name. Here we are." Irene said opening the door to the
cubical like little room. Inside there was a multi-tiered platform and one
chair nestled under a small table. Irene closed the door and picked up a
tailor's tape from the table. The teenager had managed to morph her grin
into an expression of pure innocence with a touch of nervousness. "Step up
onto the second level here" the shop owner directed guiding her customer by
the elbow. Standing on the second tier put her bust line at Irene's eye
level. "Slip your top off for me please." Melanie swallowed hard to
maintain her `deer in the head lights' expression as she hoisted her tee
shirt over her head. The shop owner took the girl's top and laid it over
the back of the chair. "You'll need to take the bra off too, that style
really tends to flatten you." The girl uttered a small whimper as she
reached for the bottom of the stretchy underwear and hesitated. "Don't be
shy honey I've seen more boobs than you've seen music videos." With a
little grunt Melanie pulled the bra over her head and for added effect
dropped it to the floor and covered her naked breasts with her arms.

The twitch Irene felt between her legs surprised her. It had been a very
long time since she had been sexually aroused. So long in fact that she
really couldn't remember when she'd last felt horny. Memories of the
intense pleasure her body was capable of flooded back making her nipples
harden and tingle. The twitch between her legs turned into a warm
glow. `What the hell is happening?' her mind protested.

During her modeling career she had run into her fair share of bi and
lesbian women. She had even partaken of the forbidden fruit occasionally
but after her marriage she put that all behind her. In her thirty years of
marriage she had been faithful to a fault. Now this nymph was rekindling a
fire that was so long dormant that it was all but completely
forgotten. "Just relax honey this will only take a moment." Irene said as
she struggled with her composure. Reaching around the girl's mid torso she
encircled her young customer with the tape measure. She slid the tape up
immediately under the teenager's bust and pulled it snug. Melanie kept her
arms crossed over her chest feeling the squishiness of her boobs under her
forearms. She had seen the wanton look in her host's eyes so she applied
her teeth to her lower lip to suppress the smile that was threatening to
spoil her demure expression.

Irene was glad the girl was still concealing her treasures as she managed
to read the chest measurement from the tape. "Thirty three" she announced
looking up into her customer's wide eyed innocence. There was a fluttering
in her stomach as she whispered "I need you to put your arms down now
sweetheart." Melanie held Irene's gaze and paused for dramatic affect
before lowering her arms to her sides. The butterflies in the shop owner's
stomach immediately dropped to just above her pubic bone and turned into a
flock of birds. The sensations that were emanating from her loins had
started to affect her breathing and the steadiness of her hands. Irene
didn't realize immediately that she was holding her breath when the
magnificent high round orbs were revealed. The gravity defying mounds of
girl flesh were topped with a plump pink bumpy cap. Melanie finally took
her eyes off the older woman's face and liked down at her own chest. Both
women were watching in amazement at the speed with which the darker center
part of the puffy areola was emerging. The girl's hi beams were now almost
fully on.

The shop keeper was starting to feel quite dizzy and gulped in a chest full
of air. The reptilian brain had taken over to replenish the woman's
critically low oxygen supply. The air intake made the expected gasping
sound. Melanie looked back to her host's face and allowed herself a smile
of satisfaction, confident that her victim could no more tear her eyes away
from her tits than she could, well, stop breathing. The pinching sensation
the older woman felt in her own diamond hard nipples was of course just in
her imagination as was the clutching pressure on her mons. Irene willed her
hands and arms too move and they eventually began to respond like a dial up
connection to the internet. The older woman was striving as much as her
aroused body would allow to steady her trembling hands as she slid the tape
up the girl's back and positioned it in line with the spectacular points a
top Melanie's breasts.

Irene synched the tape around her young customer's bust and stifled a groan
as her knuckles pressed into the spongy tit flesh. The white cotton
tailor's tape squashed the younger woman's protruding nipple back into her
areola. It was Melanie's turn to moan softly as the tape pushed on her very
sensitive buds. She felt the temperature rising deep in her vagina and knew
that any movement of the legs now would result in the secretions that were
pooling in her secret tunnel to slip past her swollen lips and saturate her
panties. How long would it take for the flood to soak through the too tight
crotch of her too short cut offs? It didn't mater the aroused girl could
not prevent her thighs from squeezing together trying to relieve the
pressure. The dizzying sensation nearly caused her to loose her balance.

Irene, who was virtually panting by this point, gasped out "You're a `C'
cup" as she released her grip on the end of the measuring tape leaving it
dangling from her right hand. The shop owner employed the breath control
skills she had used to control the adrenaline rush at the top of so many
modeling runways. `In through your nose out through your mouth, deep
controlled breaths' a vaguely familiar scent filled her nostrils; female
arousal. The realization hit her like a hammer `was it hers or the girl's
or both?' The shop owner was more than aware that her lubricating equipment
so long unused had gone into overdrive. "I...I'll go see what we have" she
told her half naked customer and exited the fitting room in a flash.

Melanie did a dance of joy on her little platform savoring the feel of her
resilient boobs bouncing. Irene closed the door behind her and collapsed
against the door post clutching her achy mons. The pressure from the heel
of her hand sent a wave of sensations throughout her neglected sexual
network. Feeling light headed she made her way to the stock room and
located the `C' cup satin bras. She had a choice of sky blue or white; she
selected the blue. As an after thought she went to the shelf that contained
the matching panties and retrieved the sky blue pair labeled small. Her
customer's hips had someway to go before they reached their mature
dimensions. Bra in one hand panties in the other she paused to give her
painfully erect nipples a rub through her blouse and satin bra. The
attention seemed to get them to relax a bit but they now tingled yearning
for more. When the door opened the teenager resumed her innocent guise,
once again shield her breasts from view with her forearms.

"OK I have this in white also if you'd prefer but let's just see how you
like the fit and feel for now." Irene said having regained some
composure. "If you'll just step down from the platform I'll show you the
best way to put this on. Melanie obediently stepped down maintaining her
shy cover up. "Lean forward from your waist and just let your arms hang
naturally from your shoulders." Irene marveled that in this position the
young woman's breasts should be sort of hanging down but they were so firm
there was virtually no change in the position of the girl's boobs from when
she had been standing straight up. Circling behind her customer her reached
around and slipped the girl's arms into the shoulder straps. Bending with
the girl as she centered each of the satin cups over the pert mounds the
position brought Irene's pelvis in firm contact with her young customer's
tight little butt and her hooters rested on the teenager's shoulder
blades. Melanie felt the heat of the shop owner's loins against her ass;
was she grinding? She was also enjoying the way the older woman's
substantial chest squished and molded against her back. With the cups very
accurately in place Irene fastened the back strap in its middle
position. Irene gave a final light involuntary thrust against the
adolescent backside then backed away. "Stand up nice and straight. Let's
see how it looks." Melanie stood up as her host walked around her. "The fit
looks pretty good." Irene commented as she inserted her fingers under the
edges of the cups under the girl's arms. The feel of the soft tit flesh
against the back of her fingers made her pussy twitch. The shop owner
reluctantly withdrew her hands. "How does it feel?"

"It feels wonderful!" the teenager enthused.

"I also brought these" Irene said holding up the satin bikini panties. "I
thought you might want to see what the ensemble looks like." The teenager
quivered at the opportunity to display her bald pubes. Without responding
the girl slipped the button on the waistband of her shorts and pulled the
zipper down, her eyes fixed on her host's face. Irene's eyes were fixed on
her customer's crotch. Melanie wiggled her hips to peel the tight denim
over her cute little butt, then released her grip and the cut offs hit the
floor around her ankles. The crotch of the white cotton bikinis was
tattooed damply on her hairless vulva; every detail plainly visible. Irene
felt the surge in her chest and thought `Oh my God I'm going to have a
heart attack!' Her heart indeed was accelerating and her breathing was
getting out of control again but the sensations in her breasts and between
her legs over powered all other considerations.

"Should I leave my underwear on?" the girl asked coyly.

"Uh, no...no!' Irene responded much too forcefully. "I want you to really
see and feel how these fit." The shop owner managed to gasp. Melanie hooked
her fingers in the waistband of her panties still looking at her host's
face. The older woman's eyes had not strayed for a second from the center
of her young customer's pelvis. `Time to kick it up a notch' the girl
resolved.

"I'm afraid I've gotten a little messy down there" the teenager
informed. Irene responded with an unintelligible sound. Slowly, very
slowly, the young woman peeled the white cotton over her ass and
hips. Irene's eyes watched the lacy waistband of the panties descending at
what seemed to be less than an inch a minute. The crotch clung to the young
vulva so that the girl's hands were actually well below her hip joint,
traveling down the outsides of her thighs before it began to reveal the
plump mound. Another involuntary noise escaped Irene's throat as the
pubescent crease came into view. Melanie paused her strip tease. "You
really want to see my little kitty, don't you Irene?" she taunted. Irene
moaned again. "Pardon?" said the young seductress.

"Yes!" the shop owner agreed but the word came out so breathy that it was
barely audible.

"What's in it for me?" the temptress asked feeling the power surge that for
her was as good as orgasm.

"Anything...anything you want."

"So I could like keep the bra"

"Yes, yes"

"and the panties too?" Irene had no air left to respond but Melanie knew
the guttural sound her host made was affirmation. The first part of the
bargain made the girl continued her downward motion. Just above her knees
she released the underwear and it fell silently on top of the shorts. She
stepped out of her discarded clothes. The action caused her arousal swollen
vulva to open slightly allowing a large drop of pussy juice to escape and
cling on the protruding labia. At the sight and the emergence of the
intoxicating fragrance Irene sank to her knees. The teenager felt the head
spinning feeling of domination wash over her again.

The fifty year old shop owner knelt before the devilish nymph with no
remorse. No longer able to restrain herself she pulled her skirt up
revealing her garters and stocking tops; immediately thrusting her right
hand into her saturated satin panties. The contact brought a kind of
blessed relief of the pressure she had been enduring for so long. "You
really like my little pussy don't you Irene? I'll bet you'd like to kiss it
and lick it wouldn't you?" Throwing gas on the fire Melanie began to
lightly rub her fingers over her slick mound.

The young temptress suddenly realized that she had reached a very critical
juncture. She had taken her teasing to a point where the probability of
another human being stimulating her most intimate parts for the first time
had become a virtual certainty; unless she ran naked out of this clothing
store right now. It wasn't an option so she resigned herself to finish what
she had started. The girl was careful to stay well away from her clit `if I
touch my love button right now I'll probably cum in two seconds' she
thought. The humbled shop owner could only manage unintelligible grunts in
response to her customer's inquiries. No mater they were rhetorical
anyway. Inside her panties two fingers pried the lips apart and the middle
one went to work on the throbbing organ at the top of her crease. Irene's
eyes never shifted from her tormentor's cunt and Melanie's eyes were
riveted on her victim's face. The young seductress collected two fingers
full of pussy juice; "I bet you'd love to taste me" she continued to mock
her host, raising her fingers to her mouth licking off the sweet
secretions. Irene's eyes followed the hand to the youngster's face and
watched her little pink tongue lap at her fingers.

"Please, oh please!" the subjugated woman was on her knees begging as if
for her very life.

"If I let you I have to get something else." Their eyes were now locked and
Melanie could see the desperation she had caused. The teenager looked
toward the ceiling as if she expected to see what she wanted up
there. Sucking on her fingers she pondered "what could it be?"

"Anything...you can have anything, if I can just...if you'll let
me...oh...uh" the pathetic woman pleaded.

"Well there was this one blouse I really liked..."

"It's yours...anything...anything you want"

"You're sure? You won't change your mind after..." her hands were trembling
when they returned to her mound and gently spread herself open. With a
guttural sound that would have made a football player proud Irene lunged
forward and tackled her customer. Melanie anticipated the contact and was
able to control her descent to the plushy carpeted floor to some
extent. The girl's butt wound up on the first wide step of the
platform. When she allowed herself to lay back the second step supported
her head. Quite comfy she thought, and oh so convenient. Her teenaged ass
being raised eight inches off the floor gave her senior friend a perfect
angle to assault the object of her desire. The older woman attacked with
all the pent up desire three, or was it four sexless years had
compiled. Melanie was shocked at the ferocity of the attack she had
provoked. Her assailant dove forward until she was on her stomach, wrapped
her arms around the teenager's slender thighs and sucked her entire vulva
into her mouth consuming the outer traces of the precious elixir that
emanated from the depths of the swollen girlhood.

It was felicitous that Irene had a larger than average mouth and Melanie's
pubic mound was still relatively small. The shop owner was also blessed
with a long tongue and was able, in spite of the pressure of her own
sucking to force it between the girl's labia and lick upward. When she
encountered the firm protrusion at the top of the girl's slit she rolled
the tip around it and then plunged her tongue deep into the fifteen year
old vagina. Melanie felt like she had been plunged into a hot bath. The
intense heat radiated out from her groin and enveloped her entire body. She
grabbed the edge of the stair riser her butt was resting on to keep some
hold on planet earth. The suction on her tender pussy was like nothing she
had ever experienced before. When it was replaced by the somewhat more
familiar licking sensations she was unable to hold on. Her hips thrust
upward and her thighs slammed closed on Irene's head. She felt as if she
was on the nose cone of a rocket heading into outer space at an incredible
speed. When the slender well manicured digit penetrated her anus it was
almost like a cement block had been dropped on her abdomen. All the air
went out of her and the last thing she remembered before the blackness was
`I think I'm peeing'. She hadn't urinated, and it would be sometime yet
before she understood squirting.

Irene swallowed as fast as she could but it wasn't fast enough. The girl
cum filled her mouth and overflowed down her chin. She applied her mouth to
the twitching vulva again and sucked, determined to capture every drop the
now unconscious youngster had to offer. Her own orgasm evaded her. The shop
owner flipped onto her back and hoisted her skirt up around her
waist. Stripping off the navy blue satin panties she applied her fingers to
the problem. She seemed to be on an infuriating plateau. It was like
climbing a mud slicked embankment. She rose to a point where she could see
the top, the pinnacle, the release and then she slid back. Her fingers
strummed and rotated furiously on her aching clit but her goal only seemed
to get further away. `I might have to give up' she regretfully realized.

Her concentration was so complete that she didn't notice the buttons of her
silk blouse being opened. She only became aware that her teenaged customer
was kneeling over her when the thin garment parted and the cool air washed
over her sweat dampened skin. She opened her eyes to see the smiling face
of her young companion looking down at her chest. "Wow Irene you've got
really big titties!" Melanie exclaimed. Looking into the older woman's eyes
again she added "Do you mind if I play with them?" With out waiting for a
response the teenager slid her hands between the soft pliant flesh and the
outer edge of the satin cups that contained the prone woman's mounds. Using
her wrists for leverage the girl had no trouble popping the large mammaries
out of their restraints. They pan caked to the outsides of Irene's rapidly
rising and falling chest. The big dark purplish brown areolas were puckered
and pebbly. At the center a surprisingly lighter pink peg stood out like a
cherry sitting on an inverted saucer. The kneeling young woman took the
mesmerizing protrusions between her fingers and the heel of her tiny hand
pulling and squeezing them.

Irene realized that, in the distraction, her right hand had stopped moving
between her legs but with the intense sensation of the girl's hands on her
breasts she reflexively started pumping three fingers in and out of her
steaming gash. There was a sinking feeling. It was as though she were on an
elevator that had suddenly dropped three floors. This elevator was on a
bungee cord. When it reached some arbitrary low point it just as suddenly
shot the middle aged woman upward through the pleasure ceiling. Irene
shoved her fingers in as deep as she could and hooked them toward her so
long neglected `G' spot. Simultaneously her thumb collided with her
reticent clitoris as she rocketed up and over the top of the pleasure
mountain. Shuddering and moaning she lay there with her fingers pumping
lazily in and out of the sloppy mess while her teenaged lover gently
stroked and squeezed her tender melons.

Melanie had to promise to come back as she exited the store with her bags
of loot. The manipulating vixen estimated about five hundred dollars
worth. `Certainly worth the trip downtown' she mused. On the bus she
started working on how she would explain her expensive acquisitions when
her mother eventually realized that she never got a bill.