Date: Sun, 4 Nov 2007 05:08:32 -0500 From: J W 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.