Date: Sun, 2 Oct 2016 22:37:05 +0000 (UTC) From: Jan None 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 suggestions for a future story. 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. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your outline mail to janmay696@yahoo.com.