Date: Sun, 2 Oct 2016 22:37:05 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Shopping for a Bra 3 (lesbian/Adult Youth, oral, anal, f/F

Adult Youth, oral, anal, F/F

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young
girl and older women.  If this type of content offends
you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.

Copyright 2016 Jan, All rights reserved

Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any
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             Shopping for a Bra 3
                A Utah Story
                   By
                  Jan

      My story began in the south town mall of Salt
Lake City, Utah.  I was shopping for a brassiere in
the Soma Intimates store.

       I was a recent graduate from high school and
very ambitious.  I was a bit of a free spirit I loved
driving my convertible around town with the top down,
with my stereo blasting the music of Kesha and
Britney Spears.

I chose to treat myself by buying the best and
sexiest panties, bra and some other lingerie items for
myself.  While I was looking at the lingerie the sales
clerk approached me and offered to help me.  I saw
by her name tag that her name was Trisha.

      I was attracted to her instantly, because she was
like a kindly motherly type.  She was about fifty
years old, as far as I could tell, but she was a very
attractive woman.  She was only about five-feet
three or four, about a 36-C, with blonde hair and
wore wire rimmed glasses.

      I was explaining to her about wanting to treat
myself to some decadent lingerie because I had just
graduated from college.  She was very sympatric.

      While we were selecting items for me to try on
she engaged me in a conversation.  Before long it
became more personal.  She told me about herself.
She was divorced and was living with her boyfriend,
that didn't support her.  She had to work to support
herself.  She had an adult son that she didn't see
much because he lives out of State with his
girlfriend.  He didn't like her much, because he
resented that fact that she divorced his father, and
was aware that she had been an escort (a synonym
for prostitute) before she married his father.  Her
revelation was titillating to me, but not all that
shocking.  As we continued talking she wanted me to
tell her about myself.

      I told her that my name was Mindy, and that I
was thirty years old.  I had worked days to pay my
way through college at night.  That was why it took
me longer than four years to graduate.

      Trisha asked for my measurements as part of her
helping me select personal items to try on.  It always
embarrasses me to tell people my sizes because I so
blessed tall.  I'm all of fife-feet nine, brown hair and
eyes, 40-C+ and 12 sized panties.

      Trisha chuckled, "Honey I am attracted to
powerful women.  I even worked as an escort for
women in my younger days."

      She followed me into the changing both to help
me try on various items.  She helped me remove all of
my own clothes.  While I was stepping into one of the
sexy panties I had selected, I saw in the mirror that
Trisha smelling the crotch of my warm panties.

      I have a thing about smelling panties myself, and
asked her to share her panties with me.

      Trisha did one better by lifting her skirt up to
show me the panties she had been wearing all day.  I
sat on the wooden shelf in the small space and put my
nose in the warmth of her crotch.  After enjoying the
smell of her crotch I pulled the front of her panties
down and licked her pussy.  She removed her panties
and handed them to me and said, "I get off work at
5:00 pm.  If you meet me at the fountain I will take
you home with me."

      I kissed her and after getting dressed I took the
undergarments I selected to the counter and paid for
them with a credit card.  I checked the time on my
cellphone.  It was only 3:15 pm.  I figured I might as
well do some window shopping until 5.

      The time passed slowly but at the appointed time
I was waiting at the fountain at the entrance to the
mall.  Trisha came out the door carrying her purse
and a shopping bag.  She told me that she took the
bus to and from work, so we could catch the 647 bus.

      I assured her that I had my car in the lot and
would be honored to drive her home.  I led her to my
little convertible.  We put her bags behind the
passenger seat.  She was old enough that she really
didn't care for the wind blowing in her ears and her
hair being messed up.  She was relieved when she had
directed me to her home and the car stopped moving.

      I offered to carry her bag and have her hands
free to get her key out.  Inside the house she led me
to the small living room and told me to drop the bag
on the floor.  She added I need a drink, would you like
a glass of wine with me?

      I accepted and sat on the couch while she
disappeared.  When she returned she was carrying
two glasses and a bottle of white wine.  She sat the
glasses on the coffee table in front of me and poured
the wine and handed me a glass.

      She joined me on the couch and picked up a glass.
She took a sip before saying, "I needed that!" and she
kicked off her pimps and lifted her feet one at a time
and rubbed them.  "My feet are killing me.  It is a
pain in the ass to stand all day in heels."

      I took one of her feet and placed it in my lap and
started massaging it.  I slowly worked my hand up her
leg massaging it as I worked my hands up to her
crotch.  She still didn't have panties on, so I stroked
her vulva.  When her pubic hair got moist I sought
out her clit with my finger tip and jilled her until she
let out a pleasant moan.  We kissed and hugged
before we started removing each other's clothes.

      To me there was something special about seeing
and feeling the soft flesh of a mature woman.  I was
able to burry my face between her tits and get lost in
the fragrance of her perfume.  I even slopped to the
floor between her legs and sucked her pussy and clit.
I worked her to the edge of the couch and licked her
asshole.  I had never rimmed a woman's asshole
before.

      Trish was just as thrilled about making love to
me.  She molded my tits and sucking on my nipples.
She lay on her back and had me sit on her face.  It
was thrilling to rock back and forth virtually fucking
myself on her tongue and nose.  It was mind blowing
for me tongue fuck her pussy and asshole.

      She eventually picked up her shopping bag and
showed me what she had brought home for me.  She
had selected a decadent brassier that allowed my
nipples to stick out giving my tits a pear shape, and
she had selected crotch less panties.  They were so
thin that they hid nothing.  We had great fun having
sex while I wore her gifts.

      I became a close friend of hers that lasted until
I chose to go to college out of State.



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