Date: Wed, 9 Feb 2000 15:30:46 -0800 From: J. Ocean Subject: my-seventeenth-summer-6 My Seventeenth Summer, Part 6 The next Friday morning, I was doing dishes when the phone rang. It was Madeleine asking me to come downtown to have lunch with her. Or maybe she was telling me--there wasn't much of a difference at that point, because I never thought twice about doing anthing she asked of me. She said to meet her at a restaurant on 2nd Street at 12:30. We had a great Chinese meal and afterward Madeleine paid the check and said to me, "Come on, Morgan, let's do some shopping." The fanciest department store in the city was just down the block, and it was there that we walked on a beautiful sunny day. >From the way she had said it, I'd thought that this was a spontaneous idea, an impulse that she'd just had. But once we got into the store it was clear that Madeleine already knew what she was looking for. Enlisting the help of a very lovely saleslady, a tall, willowy woman with sharp features and reddish-brown hair, she moved quickly from department to department. I kind of let my mind wander, and repeatedly found myself staring at the saleslady, who had a luscious body shaped by a tight black T-shirt and equally tight jeans. Madeleine picked out an outfit for me that consisted of a sheer white blouse, a medium-length red-and-green plaid skirt, matching white cotton panties and bra, and knee-length white socks. Then she escorted me into the fitting room to try them on. The whole process of having her pick out clothes for me--combined with my ogling the saleslady--had really turned me on, and I only got hotter as I started to strip in the fitting room. I was soon naked as Madeleine stood there looking beautiful and authoritative in her suit. I leaned over to kiss her and she pulled me against her, cupping my ass in her hand. Then she pushed me away. "Come on, Morgan," she said, "let's see how you look in this stuff." She helped me get the outfit on and I regarded myself in the mirror, the very picture of a fresh-faced Catholic schoolgirl. Madeleine looked over my shoulder with a happy, lustful smirk on her face. "That's perfect," she said, reaching around to adjust the skirt. Clearly she had something in mind, but what? Well, I would find out soon enough. Madeleine spun me around and pulled me to her, kissing and biting my ear so that I squirmed in her grasp. Pushing me up against the wall, she reached up underneath my skirt and pulled the panties down to my knees. There was no possibility of returning them to the rack at this point; they were soaked through with my wetness. Grinning mischievously, Madeleine slipped her left hand between my thighs and ran it up to my aching cunt. When she penetrated me, I gasped, then started, fearful that we would be discovered. She withdrew her finger and put it to her lips in a "Shhh." gesture, then put three fingers into my mouth to quiet me. I sucked on them intently, tasting myself on her hand, as she reached down with her other hand and began to masturbate me more forcefully. Just then there was a voice at the door. "Are you ladies doing alright in there?" It was the saleslady checking up on us. I gulped and started to panic. I saw myself in the mirror, leaning against the wall on my tippy-toes, skirt hiked up around my waist, blond bush clearly visible, with Madeleine's fingers inside me. But Madeleine didn't miss a beat, answering quickly and calmly, "Just fine. I think we have everything we need." "OK then," said the voice. We heard footsteps going away and I felt a finger glide across my clit, sending a powerful shudder through me. In a few seconds I was having a massive orgasm, sucking hard on Madeleine's hand as I tried not to cry out. Madeleine stepped back and looked at me, spent and disheveled, and began to clean her fingers with her tongue, obviously pleased with her handiwork. "Better get dressed," she said. "Meet me in the shoe department." She unlocked the door of the fitting room and left, leaving me to change back into my other clothes. I had just pulled off the panties and skirt, though, when the door was pushed open, and in walked the saleslady. I was totally flustered, standing there with the socks and blouse on, but naked from waist to knees. The saleslady latched the door behind her and moved toward me. I didn't know what to do. Was she going to bawl me out, throw me out of the store, arrest me? Should I call for Madeleine? I was still thinking as she unbuttoned the blouse, opened the bra, leaned down and started to suck one of my nipples. What the hell? This was getting weird and I wanted Madeleine there to tell me what to do, but I was afraid to make a sound. Maybe we had been caught and this was what I had to do to avoid trouble. It wouldn't be so bad...this saleslady was very cute and my nipples were hardening enthusiastically as she moved from one to the other. Wasting no time, she dropped to her knees and buried her face in my crotch. My pussy was still tingling from Madeleine's attentions and was only too happy to feel the saleslady's tongue wiggle inside. I wrapped a leg around her and squeezed her to me, forgetting for the moment that I was fucking someone I'd never met before in a department store fitting room. I came hard and fast and sank down on the flat wooden seat beside me. I felt dazed, my heart pounding, still having a hard time believing that this was happening. The saleslady stood up and unzipped her jeans, quicky shedding them along with her black lace panties. Her curly brown pubic thatch was soft and appetizing. For a second I wondered where Madeleine was, if she was missing me, and felt that I probably shouldn't be doing this. But when the saleslady lifted one foot onto the seat, presenting me with a ready, gorgeous, dripping wet, wide-open pussy...well, what could I do? I ate her for all I was worth, lost in the moment, caring about nothing except savoring the taste and texture of this delightful creature. It was only after I'd made her come three times and she sank down before me, wrapping her arms around my waist and resting her head on my chest, that I looked up and saw Madeleine's cool gray eyes peering over the door. "Oh, fuck," I thought, "What have I done?" She reached over the top and popped the lock, then pushed it open and walked in. She had a stern look on her face and I almost burst into tears, fearing that she'd never want to see me again. "Morgan," she said, "you gigantic slut." Then the most amazing thing happened. The saleslady stood up, walked over to Madeleine, and gave her a big, open-mouthed kiss, then wrapped her arms around her. Incredibly, Madeleine smiled at me. "I see you've met my friend Sara." The whole thing had been a setup! "Well, Sara," said Madeleine, "was she as tasty as I said?" "Oh, God, Maddy. She's incredible!" Sara walked over to me, kissed me on the top of the head, and caressed my cheek. "Thank you, sweetheart." Sara put her clothes back on and got back to work. Madeleine waited as I got dressed. "You do realize," she said, "that you'll have to be punished for your lewd behavior." But she couldn't help grinning as she said it, and I nodded meekly, sure that whatever she had in mind for me would be right. Heading back out into the store, we completed my outfit with black patent leather shoes and a silver cross necklace. Sara took Madeleine's credit card and wrapped everything up for us-but I noticed that she subsequently handed the card back without ever ringing up the purchase. She and Madeleine shared a wink, Sara told us "Thank you, and come again!", and we walked back out into the sun.