Date: Tue, 05 Jun 2001 07:12:11 -0000
From: Satin and Lace <satinandlace1@hotmail.com>
Subject: perfect match

We are two gorgeous lesbian lovers, Lyn (23) and Jane (29) who share an
obsession for sexy lingerie and underwear.  This is the first in a series
of our adventures together.  We really hope it turns you on and would love
to hear from other women out there who share our obsession.

Love, Lyn and Jane (satinandlace1@hotmail.com)

Chapter 1: Lyn's Story

My eyes roamed over the racks of gorgeous lingerie in front of me as I
imagined how wonderful they would feel against my skin, especially when I
was feeling horny or with another women.  I imagined the women I saw to my
left, tall, slim with long hair, kissing me and gently pulling at my bra
straps and the edge of a pair of tight white cotton panties.  I pulled
myself together as I realised that the middle of the ladies underwear
department of a busy department store was hardly the place to be replaying
my fantasies.  I hoped no one noticed the distracted look on my face as I
absently fingered the hem of a silky bra on a rack in front of me.  I
especially hoped the gorgeous creature I was fantasising about hadn't
noticed me as she was standing directly opposite me on the other side of
the rack.

She looked up and smiled and then turned and walked away.  She was in her
late twenties and dressed in a pretty black business suit with a tight
white top underneath, I could she the outline of a bra over her small
breasts.  I watched as she walked away, my eyes drawn to her pretty, firm
ass in a short skirt.  I couldn't see a panty line which got my mind racing
again.  I wonder..

I loved Thursday lunchtime the best.  I am a 23 year old student at a
college in the heart of the city.  I have a two hour gap between lectures
on a Thursday which allows me to spend time browsing around the lingerie
departments of the big stores.  I get so turned on shopping like this,
imagining and fantasising about the lingerie and the women I see.
Thursdays always seem to bring out the prettiest women from the offices,
don't know why.

I wondered if I would see the woman I had just fantasised about again.
Sometimes I would see the same women week after week.  I wondered if their
heads were filled with the same fantasies as me, if they looked at the
women around them and imagined what they would be like dressed up in the
prettiest, softest, tightest, sexiest underwear.  Did the woman I had just
seen realise what I had been thinking as she stood in front of me, or that
she was going to be the subject of a long slow fantasy as I writhed about
on my bed that night, playing with my wonderful vibrator.  I didn't have a
girlfriend at the time so I had a particularly vivid imagination.

These thoughts occupied me as I drifted back to college for my afternoon
lectures, waiting for next Thursday to roll round.

I rushed from my lecture the following Thursday to the store with more than
usual enthusiasm.  Although I was in the as long as possible I didn't see
the woman again.  I waited for as long as I could but with no luck.
Disappointed I made my way to the exist.  I had dressed up in my sexiest
gear and all to no avail.  I was wearing a pink vest top with lace trim
along the low cut neckline and thin shoulder straps.  The top was really
tight and cropped a few inches above the waist.  Underneath I was wearing
my favourite underwired wonderbra, showing off my 36 inch breasts
beautifully.  I had a pair of tight black three quarter length trousers
that hugged my tight, round ass perfectly and showed just a tiny glimpse of
my white cotton panties to anyone interested.

As I pushed the exist door a women was pushing the other way.  I let go and
let her through.  I couldn't believe it, it was the women I had seen the
previous week, looking even more beautiful so close up.  My mouth went dry
as she brushed past me, flashing me a lovely smile and fixing me for the
briefest second with her eyes.

I watched as she walked into the shop, a few yards in she turned her head
to me and smiled a mischievous smile at me.  Was it a signal?  Did she feel
the same way as me or did she remember me from the previous week?  I wanted
to stop and follow but knew I had no time.  Bloody group presentation to
return to.

I went back to college and did the presentation, although my mind was on
anything but nineteenth century French poets.  The week dragged by as I
waited until the following Thursday to come round again.

Again I rushed to the store as quickly as I could after lectures.  After
about ten minutes she entered again.  She looked more beautiful than ever.
She was wearing just a white vest top, very tight, and a pair of tight
black trousers.  It didn't take long before she noticed me.  We wandered
around the department within each others sight.  Occasionally we would
pause to admire a particularly striking item of lingerie.  Our eyes would
dart to each other as we did this, sometimes we would flash each other a
smile.

Although we were twenty yards apart, I could feel the sexual tension
building up between us.  We were really playing cat and mouse with each
other.  I loved these type of encounters.  Both of us knew exactly what the
other was thinking. We were both making love to each other in our heads but
not having to say a thing.  It was as though the shop had emptied and it
was just the two of us, alone with our desires and all of this gorgeous
sexy underwear to play with.

I noticed that her nipples were erect and showing prominently through the
material of her bra and vest top.  I glanced down and could see that mine
were similarly showing how aroused I had become.  I hoped she was admiring
my arousal as I was hers.  Then, when I looked up she was gone.  I glanced
all around the department but couldn't see her.  Oh God, the game was over,
she was no where to be seen.

I waited a few minutes but still she didn't show.  Frustrated I picked up a
couple of items and decided to try them on.  I walked to the changing rooms
my mood deflated.

The changing rooms were busy but one at the end looked empty, the curtain
was slightly ajar.  I was still thinking of my encounter with my mystery
woman and not paying much attention to what I was doing as I drew the
curtain back.

I gasped at what I saw in front of me.  Standing facing me with her back to
the mirror was the women I had lost minutes before in the store.  She was
dressed only in her bra and panties and one hand was caressing her breast
through the material of her bra and the other was down the front of a pair
of tight white lacy panties.  She was so turned on, her nipples were erect,
her lips bright red with desire and her panties soaking wet.  I stood in
front of her drinking in the unbelievable sight in front of me - my desire
returning immediately but also mingling with terror and embarrassment.

I didn't know what to do.  My head was swimming and my mouth went dry.  All
I could manage was to mutter an apology and turn away and leave.

I left the store with my head in total confusion.  Was she masterbating
because of our encounter?  Was she attracted to me?  Had I blown it?  Did
she want to stay?  I left the store not knowing what to do.