Date: Sun, 4 Nov 2007 05:08:32 -0500
From: J W <jw1137@hotmail.com>
Subject: New Bathing Suit 2

Grace Stern had a lot of money. Her modeling days were long behind her but
she had invested well and her husband's untimely death had added a
substantial sum from several insurance policies. Most people would have
called her rich; Gracie was content to think of herself as financially
independent. She entered the small dress shop as if she owned the place,
`cause she did. Grace had met Simone Larue in Paris fifteen years ago. The
then young miz Stern had been at the peak of an illustrious modeling
career; Simone was a talented but underappreciated designer for one of the
major fashion houses. Gracie often wore Simone's creations and the two had
developed a friendship with a liberal sprinkling of sex. Ten years ago when
the French designer decided to move across the pond to ply her trade it was
Grace Stern's influence that greased the immigration wheels. They'd kept in
touch and managed the odd tryst once or twice a year. It was quite natural
for Simone to call her financially well-heeled friend for backing when she
took the notion to start her own business eighteen months ago. It took a
year to get the enterprise off the ground, but here it was thriving
spectacularly.

When Simone saw her friend enter the shop she sprinted to the door and
flung her arms around the strawberry haired woman. The force of the two
very health busts colliding nearly winded both of them. "Oh mon dieu,
Gracie!" the shop keeper squealed with delight hugging her business
partner.

"I had to come by and see where all the money was going." Gracie said
looking around the impressive boutique.

"Come and see the new section, it's all my own designs" Simone grabbed her
partner's arm.

"I barely saw the old one" Grace replied recalling how they had wound up in
the stock room eating each other's pussy the night before the grand opening
last spring. This was the first time she'd been back. The next hour was
spent with Simone enthusiastically showing her wealthy friend all of the
wonderful product she had on hand.

"I am turning a profeet!" the magenta haired woman informed in her adorable
French accent. "You said it would be a year; but even with the expansion
last month I... uh we made two thousand dollars.

"Simmy you know I don't care if the shop ever makes money as long as you're
comfortable and happy." The shop keeper couldn't help hugging her friend
once again.

"Gracie you're too good to me!" Grace caught sight of the girl re-hanging
clothes retrieved from the change rooms. The first thing that caught her
eye was the hair. The girl's tresses were just a shade lighter strawberry
than her own. Very quickly the long time admirer of all feminine form
appraised the figure of the young wench. Annie had noticed the woman enter
the shop and recognized her from a photo Simone kept on her desk. The
teenager went about her job but kept track of the attractive older woman
out of the corner of her eye. She recognized the once-over the similarly
coiffed woman had given her and felt the little pang between her legs. It
had been a while since she'd had an educated tongue between her legs, too
long for her liking.

"Who's that?" miz Stern enquired not taking her eyes off the shapely
youngster. Simone followed her partner's gaze and replied

"Oh that's Annie; isn't she a doll?"

"You can say that again" Gracie enthused still following Annie with her
eyes.

"Isn't she a doll?" Simone said again and both women laughed. "Gracie I'm
awfully sorry but I have a meeting across town to look at fabrics. I didn't
know you were coming so.... Would you like to come along? I'd love to have
your advice."

"No Simmy I'm sorry but I've got a meeting of my own a little later and I
want to go back to the hotel and freshen up first."

"I wish you would have called me you know you could have stayed at my
place."

"I didn't want to put you to any trouble, and I wasn't sure when I'd get in
so it was just easier to take a room. Don't be mad at me." Gracie said with
a mock pout.

"I could never be mad at you cheri" the busy shop keeper said kissing her
partner's forehead.  Glancing at her watch "I've got to go. Can we get
together before you leave?" she pleaded.

"I'll try" the strawberry blonde assured her "I've got your numbers."

"You sure do!" Simone agreed giving her friend a wink and heading toward
the door. "I'll be back before closing Annie." She called back over her
shoulder.

"OK Simone, good luck." The teenager offered as her boss left the store.

Annie and Gracie circled the shop like a mongoose and a cobra. Grace
browsing the merchandise and Annie attending to her chores; both watched
the other trying not to be caught watching. Gracie lost sight of the girl
and jumped when the teenager showed up behind her

"Can I help you with anything missus Stern?" the startled shop owner spun
around to find herself less than two feet from the vision of
loveliness. Recovering quickly;

"You know my name!"

"Yeah Simone has talked about you lots of times."

"And does she refer to me as missus Stern?"

"Well, uh, no." Annie replied looking deep into the older woman's baby
blues.

"That's because my name is Gracie. I hate being called missus Stern. It
makes me sound old and.... well.... stern" the older woman confided with a
chuckle. The girl was thrilled looking into her kind face. `She is drop
dead gorgeous!' she realized for the first time, now seeing the woman up
close. With her head motionless the teenager moved her eyes down the shop
owner's figure. First stop: the expensive off white translucent blouse
covering a similarly colored camisole. Inside all that satin and silk were
the largest breasts the youngster had ever seen this close up. Her eyes
were stuck and she willed them to continue down to the somewhat less
fascinating slender waist, flaring hips and printed silk skirt. While Annie
inspected the goods Gracie did the same. The very slightly built youngster
had a remarkably well developed chest. `They aren't probably as big as they
look' Grace realized `it's just that the rest of her is so small'. Annie
was wearing her favorite attire, a light cotton sundress; period. She had
all but given up wearing underwear. `She's checking out my rack' the older
woman observed `gets `em every time.'

"I was actually thinking of getting a new bathing suit." Gracie broke the
brief silence. "My hotel has a pool and I didn't bring one with me." The
shop owner turned back toward the bathing suit rack she was standing in
front of and flipped through the selections. "Any suggestions?"

Annie was treated to a view of the impressive tits in profile and felt the
stirring in her loins again. "You're definitely going to have to go with a
two piece. Your top is so much bigger than your bottom there's no way a one
piece will fit right." The salesgirl reached into the rack of suits and
pulled out the largest size they had in stock. It was a `D' cup top but the
accompanying bottoms were size 12. Handing the shimmery blue material to
her customer she pulled out an identical suit two sizes smaller. "That
first one may do for the top, and the second one for the bottom" she
explained.

"Do you think this is my color?" Grace asked holding the hanger up to her
chest.

"It goes nicely with your eyes"

"I'll give it a try, at least for sizing purposes." The older woman glanced
in the direction of the fitting rooms.

"I'll check what other colors we have while you try it on" Annie offered as
her customer started toward the back of the boutique. The brown print skirt
was tight enough to give the teenager a thrilling view of the taunt round
ass swaying away from her. The motion was divine. Twenty years of modeling
had made the older woman's walk a show unto itself.

As soon as the woman pulled the fitting room drape, Annie scurried over to
the sales deck and hit the `F5' key on the lap top. After a momentary
flicker the HD image of the shop owner appeared on the screen. It didn't
occur to the salesgirl that her customer knew about the surveillance
equipment. Gracie hung the two bathing suits on the wall hook and cunningly
glanced at the web cam. The telltale led confirmed that the device was
active. `And now on with the show' she thought as she began to strip. Grace
Stern had never been a peeler but she'd certainly done her fair share of
erotic shoots. Nothing pornographic mind you, that was the death of a
serious modeling career in her day. She knew how to tantalize with the best
in the business.

Annie started out watching the screen leaning forward, her hands supporting
her on the tabletop each side of the computer.  By the time her customer
was down to her bra and panties she had to sit down. Her breath was ragged
and her nipples were pushing delightfully against the bodice of the cotton
frock. Once seated her hands were free to stroke her inner thighs pushing
her skirt higher with each cycle. Her pussy begged for contact but the
teenager denied it as she watched the most exciting show she'd seen since
peeking at her friend Melanie and Nurse Crawford. She could feel the pulse
in her clit getting stronger as the spectacular woman on the screen reached
behind herself to release the satin and lace that encased her most
prominent feature. Annie held her breath.

Grace envisioned the teenager in the lens of the camera as she released the
hooks. `Is she touching herself' she wondered as she stood facing the web
cam, her bra loose but the cups still in place. Slowly she began to lower
them as if unveiling the invention of the century. When her twin treasures
were finally fully revealed she posed for the youngster riveted to the
screen about fifteen feet and a six inch thick wall away. She lifted the
large round globes that rested on her ribs and squeezed firmly as if to
demonstrate their pliability. An intense wave of heat enveloped Annie and a
bolt of lightning hammered into her girlhood. She groaned softly biting her
lower lip. One hand departed from its caress under the skirt to cup one of
her own resilient chest adornments. The rigid nipple, under the thin
fabric, bored into her palm. Gracie rotated her thumbs up to scrape her
nail over her two inch diameter brown areola. The nipple immediately sprang
out and grew steadily. She rolled the tender half inch bud under her thumb
sending a shockwave through her pelvis that nearly caused her to loose her
balance. Annie leaned closer to the computer screen wishing she had a zoom
lens. Her fingers closed on her own tingling nipple squeezing and
twisting. She had the presence of mind to raise her butt off the desk chair
and flip her dress out from underneath her. Returning to the seat, the
vinyl felt cool and slippery against her hot wet labia. `There's probably
already a wet spot on my dress' she acknowledged squishing her pussy harder
into the plastic seat.

The shop owner was hooking her thumbs into the waist band of her French cut
panties when the girl refocused on the screen. Slowly and very sensually
she lowered the silky underwear down. Turning her back to the camera she
bent from the waist and continued to ever so slowly peel the off white
material over her round firm buttocks. The perfect naked ass atop the
incredibly shapely legs was presented to the camera like a sacred
offering. The knickers were quickly threaded over the beige sandals which,
except for some jewelry, were all the forty four year old had on. For a
long moment she stayed bend over almost touching her toes. At some point,
Annie wasn't sure when, the seductress had also moved her feet almost
shoulder width apart. The girl's eyes followed the crack between the tanned
cheeks to where it changed into the darkly blossoming labia. The teenager
was holding her breath and her breast when the woman on the screen finally
stood up. Had she not been so enthralled with the spectacle she would have
recognized the gorgeous woman was putting on a show; in fact the thought
never entered her head.

Annie watched the swim suit bottoms pulled into place obscuring the shaved
mons. Gracie wrapped the top around herself with the cups at her back and
fastened the hooks before rotating the bra around and inserting her arms
through the straps. The older woman tugged at the margin of the cup while
using her other hand to stuff the copious tit flesh into it. When she had
performed the ritual on both sides, she slid the dressing area curtain
aside and scrutinized her appearance in the hall mirror. The salesgirl
watched her customer turn at various angles to inspect the fit of the
suit. "Annie! Could you come in here a moment?" the girl nearly jumped out
of her skin at the sound of her name. She had been so wrapped up in the
image on the screen she had almost forgotten that there was a living,
breathing, extremely arousing woman right next door. Annie rubbed hard on
her chest just before she stepped into the dressing room hall, hoping to
make her nipples a little less evident. It didn't work very well. When
Gracie caught sight of the teenager she smiled noting the spikes pointing
out from Annie's breasts. `I hope she caught the whole show' the shop owner
wished. "I think this is a little too tight" Grace said tugging at the
bathing suit top "what do you think?"

All the Annie could think was `that's a `D' cup and it's the biggest size
we carry' but she didn't say it. Instead she used an old and very natural
salesperson reply "It looks fine, I suppose it comes down to what you're
comfortable with."

"I'm afraid it isn't comfortable. Would you undo me please?" with that
Gracie turned and presented her back to the youngster. Annie swallowed hard
to keep from choking. Her hands were trembling as she worked the fastening
of the bathing suit top. As soon as the tension was released the older
woman turned back to face her assistant holding the sapphire blue cups in
place with her hands. Annie bit her lower lip again and felt a surge
between her legs as her customer rather casually pulled the top out of the
way.

Gracie watched with satisfaction as the girl's eyes widened and her jaw
went slack. `They still thrill' was the phrase that crossed her mind. "You
really seem to like my breasts." The older woman stated standing still and
enjoying the adulation. After a moment she asked "Do you?" Annie was
untypical speechless so she just nodded. "Would you like to touch them?"
the suggestion made the teenager's knees go watery and there was an
increase in the intensity of throbbing between her legs. A soft moan
escaped her lips which the shop owner correctly interpreted as an
affirmative. "It's OK sweetheart, I don't mind" Gracie took hold of each of
the girl's hands and placed them on top of her twin charms. That was all
the catalyst the young lesbian needed. Her hands rotated to the outside and
pushed the giant orbs together then she fastened her lips around the right
areola and sucked greedily feeling the center rise and become a firm
rubbery peg under her tongue. "That's it honey, suck my tits!" Gracie
gasped. `Jesus! Simone or somebody has taught her well' the older woman
thought as her head began to spin from the intense pleasure.

Annie alternated her attention frequently making sure both of the nipples
stayed fully erect and wet. Both women had the same urge and each of them
grabbed their aching mons. Annie flipped her skirt up and thrust her hand
under before it could float back down. Rapidly fingering her clit she was
moaning and slobbering all over Gracie's excited melons. The older woman
stuck her hand down her bathing suit bottoms and gently rolled her
prominent love button under her finger. Just before Annie was sure she was
going to cum her lover pulled her up by her upper arms. So close to heaven
the girl shrieked at having her pleasuring hand pulled away from its
mission. Gracie attacked the youngster's mouth with all of her own pent up
passion. Sucking the girl's lips into her mouth then thrusting her tongue
between the parted teeth. Annie felt the woman's hands on her shoulders,
when she gripped the spaghetti straps of the sundress and pulled it down to
her hips. With the dress out of the way Gracie went to work on the naked
teenaged tits. She pinched the puffy areolas and tugged the stiff nipples
while continuing to thoroughly explore every nook and cranny of the
teenager's mouth. The girl's mouth was actually starting to get sore when
the shop owner broke the kiss so she could stoop her tall frame down and
capture one of the succulent nubile tits with her mouth. Annie reached
under and palmed the older woman's pendulous boobs. She was amazed at
weight of the abundant tit flesh as she hefted it and began squeezing.

Somehow Grace had danced them all the way across the dressing room and now
with a gentle supportive push had her teenaged lover lying on the bench
that occupied the back wall of the enclosure. Annie looked up to see the
spectacular woman strip off the bikini bottoms and straddle her head in the
classic sixty nine position. The mature vulva that was presented to her was
so engorged it looked purple. The wide thick labia spread like wings
exposing the soft pink interior. The teenager gasped when she saw the
miniature cock protruding at the top. Gracie was enjoying quite a different
sight the delicate pink labia barely protruded past the thick outer
lips. The teenaged pussy looked as fresh and pristine as a dew covered
rose. Both women took in the others unique yet familiar fragrance before
applying their lips and tongues to the slippery spongy flesh. The symphony
of moans and grunts was punctuated by an occasional squeal as they urgently
lapped each other.

Neither woman heard the electronic door chime signaling that someone had
entered the shop. It was unlikely either would have been capable of doing
anything about it if they had. They were both so close to orgasm that
nothing short of death could stop it. The two teenagers who entered were
holding hands. The one on the left had chin length blonde hair and a
smashing figure. The one on the right was a little shorter, had darker hair
and frankly looked a little top heavy. They approached the sales desk in
springy steps. When they saw the image on the lap top screen they looked at
each other and giggled. "She's at it again!" Melanie said to Mandy. They
simultaneously put their elbows on the counter, propped their heads up with
their palms and settled in to enjoy the show.