Date: Sat, 22 Sep 2007 10:03:58 -0400 From: J W Subject: Melanie's Obsession 2 Melanie's mother apologized when she handed her daughter the credit card. "I'm sorry sweetie but the Christmas campaign has to be wrapped up by the middle of September. I just can't spare a minute until it's done. The timing of your dad's trip to Dubai just sucks. Not that he's any use shopping but at least you'd have some company" Her daughter was used to the long hours and stress that always accompanied the launch of a new advertising campaign and her father's extended overseas trips were not unusual. The teenager had mixed emotions about doing her back to school shopping on her own. There were inevitable differences of opinion about what clothing was suitable but the girl admired her mother's very good taste and fashion sense. If it weren't for the fact that they were new to the city she'd have had some friends to go with. "Its OK mom, I'll manage" the girl replied. "I really feel like you're not getting your fair share of my time lately" missus Morgan sobbed. "The promotion gave me a lot more money but it came with more responsibilities too." "I really mean it, its OK" She said giving her remorseful mother a hug. Sheila Morgan broke the embrace. Holding her daughter by the upper arms "You're sure?" she questioned, wiping a tear from her cheek. "Yes I'm sure. I'm gonna go out and spend some of the extra money!" the girl said waving the plastic card and giggling. Her mother gave her a rueful smile. "I've gotta get going. You're on your own for dinner tonight. With a little luck I should be home by ten." Sheila announced picking up her lap top case. A peck on the cheek and she was gone. Melanie was not sure if she was the tormentor or the victim; she had stayed away from he neighbor's pool for over a week. Every day the girl would look into the yard next door and watch as her forty year old neighbor lay beside her pool pretending to read a novel. The teenager was quite sure that most of the time the older woman's eyes were on the discrete gap in the fence that was Melanie's personal access to the pool deck. Today as she stripped off the long tee shirt she wore for a night dress she glanced out her window. `Too early' she thought and headed for the shower. The teenager's shower routine was, well, routine. The shampooing and soaping played in the background of her erotic daydreams. By the time the necessary was done her nipples were at full attention and the delightful pressure between her legs had reached a critical stage. Just a couple of quick strokes on her clit, envisioning her neighbor's widely splayed pussy and the little but essential climax rocked her slim athletic body. Cleaning off the discharge from her still throbbing mound always made her body jerk spasmodically. A pair of panties, and a pair of shorts pulled on Melanie considered `bra or no bra?' she cupped her high conical mounds that certainly needed no support. `But when you go in the air conditioned stores your nipples are going to stick out, and everybody will be staring. So what?' she thought. `You're gonna have to wear a bra to school; mom won't let you out of the house without one, I better see how the clothes look with it on.' She concluded. The topless teenager selected what she thought of as her every day boob cover; it was a sort of a sport bra thin stretchy fabric no fasteners just a pull over. Positioning the stretchy cups over her pliant tits she plumped them up, and reevaluated the image in the mirror over her dresser. The shadow of her dusty rose colored areolas were just visible through the thin off white garment. With the plain pink tee shirt in place she headed down stairs. In the entry hall she collected her small shoulder bag and bounded down the front walk toward the bus stop. Three hours, two shopping malls and a trip to the food court later she had nothing to show for her time and effort. It all looked the same, the tops, the skirts, the dresses, the slacks; `everybody in the whole damn school is going to look like clones!' she cursed. Munching a French fry it dawned on her; `there are some women's clothing stores downtown. Hardly anybody ever goes there. Maybe I can find something that isn't out of the same cookie mould at one of those places.' It took twenty minutes on the bus to reach the town center. The taller buildings made the streets seem cavernous. It wasn't hard to find women's clothing stores, but after a rapid circuit of three of them Melanie was starting to think this wasn't such a good idea after all. The clothes on sale were certainly different but there was nothing she would wear. The demoralized shopper entered her fourth, and she had decided her final store of the day. `Same old, same old' she lamented as she wandered quickly toward the back of the establishment. She saw a blouse that she thought was quite pretty and checked the sales tag. Two hundred dollars! Her mother would die of a heart attack. The teenager was just about to make for the exit when she noticed the doorway on the back wall of the shop. Sticking her head into this separate area she saw that this whole section was devoted to lingerie. Just inside the entrance were some satin and lace bras in beautiful deep rich shades of red, purple, a couple different blues, not to mention black and white. Melanie couldn't resist picking up the `rose' red one and examining the beautiful undergarment. "That'll be too big for you' the voice from behind startled her. The out of place teenager turned to see a tall smiling auburn haired woman in a very expensive looking beige suit. "Ya think?" the girl asked recovering quickly. The cups of the bra she was holding would have been too large for her to wear as a hat. In the next few seconds she was able to scan and assess the woman in the cream suit. Tall, almost a full head taller than her, beautiful immaculately made up face but showing its age; `older than mom' she thought, well rounded mature figure with quite an impressive bosom not completely contained by the suit jacket. Her skirt was respectably at the top of her feminine knees; the calves below were defined and accented by the high but sensible heels of the tan shoes. All in all a very pretty picture `I bet she was drop dead gorgeous in her day' the youngster decided. The pause for appraisal was mutual. The shop owner discretely scanned her unexpectedly young customer from her chin length sandy hair to her slightly skinny but athletic looking bare legs of which not more than an inch was concealed by the cutoff shorts. The pale pink tee shirt molded on to a considerable `rack' for one so young. Irene Watson had purchased the women's apparel store two years ago, which was a year and a half after her husband had passed away just a month shy of their thirtieth anniversary. She had been a model in her teens and most of her twenties and married a photographer who of course became her manager. Norm proved to be a talented manager and soon developed a clientele of six to ten women. When Irene retired to play tennis, golf, bridge and the other idle pursuits that her lucrative career was able to finance, Norm continued to manage his `stable'. After his passing somehow her life of leisure lost its appeal. The fifty year old had no need of more money but she felt a need for purpose. When a bridge club acquaintance mentioned that she was going to sell her clothing store and retire to Florida, it struck the middle aged widow as the perfect opportunity. She had not lost touch with the fashion industry and had always enjoyed working in it, so a deal was easily struck. Her customers were the business women and the local social elite. It was rare for a woman under thirty to cross her threshold unless it was the daughter of one of her customers. The appearance of this fresh faced and very pretty teenager thrilled her. "If you interested we do carry smaller sizes" the shop owner advised. Seeing the engaged expression on the girl's face she added "What size do you wear?" Several thoughts and possibilities flashed through Melanie's mind at the question. "I don't know" she lied batting her naturally long unmade up eye lashes. "Well fitting clothing properly, particularly bras is our specialty. I could measure you if you'd like." The teenager's nipples tingled at the offer. "Uh, I...I don't know, I guess if it wouldn't be too much trouble." The girl replied. "No trouble at all" Irene assured her. "Just come with me to the fitting room and I'll have you sized up in no time" the shop owner continued as she passed her young customer on the way to the rear of the lingerie section. Melanie fell in step behind her with a devilish smile on her face. "My name's Irene, what's yours?" her host said over her shoulder. "Melanie" "I thought since we're about to get kind of personal we should at least know each other's name. Here we are." Irene said opening the door to the cubical like little room. Inside there was a multi-tiered platform and one chair nestled under a small table. Irene closed the door and picked up a tailor's tape from the table. The teenager had managed to morph her grin into an expression of pure innocence with a touch of nervousness. "Step up onto the second level here" the shop owner directed guiding her customer by the elbow. Standing on the second tier put her bust line at Irene's eye level. "Slip your top off for me please." Melanie swallowed hard to maintain her `deer in the head lights' expression as she hoisted her tee shirt over her head. The shop owner took the girl's top and laid it over the back of the chair. "You'll need to take the bra off too, that style really tends to flatten you." The girl uttered a small whimper as she reached for the bottom of the stretchy underwear and hesitated. "Don't be shy honey I've seen more boobs than you've seen music videos." With a little grunt Melanie pulled the bra over her head and for added effect dropped it to the floor and covered her naked breasts with her arms. The twitch Irene felt between her legs surprised her. It had been a very long time since she had been sexually aroused. So long in fact that she really couldn't remember when she'd last felt horny. Memories of the intense pleasure her body was capable of flooded back making her nipples harden and tingle. The twitch between her legs turned into a warm glow. `What the hell is happening?' her mind protested. During her modeling career she had run into her fair share of bi and lesbian women. She had even partaken of the forbidden fruit occasionally but after her marriage she put that all behind her. In her thirty years of marriage she had been faithful to a fault. Now this nymph was rekindling a fire that was so long dormant that it was all but completely forgotten. "Just relax honey this will only take a moment." Irene said as she struggled with her composure. Reaching around the girl's mid torso she encircled her young customer with the tape measure. She slid the tape up immediately under the teenager's bust and pulled it snug. Melanie kept her arms crossed over her chest feeling the squishiness of her boobs under her forearms. She had seen the wanton look in her host's eyes so she applied her teeth to her lower lip to suppress the smile that was threatening to spoil her demure expression. Irene was glad the girl was still concealing her treasures as she managed to read the chest measurement from the tape. "Thirty three" she announced looking up into her customer's wide eyed innocence. There was a fluttering in her stomach as she whispered "I need you to put your arms down now sweetheart." Melanie held Irene's gaze and paused for dramatic affect before lowering her arms to her sides. The butterflies in the shop owner's stomach immediately dropped to just above her pubic bone and turned into a flock of birds. The sensations that were emanating from her loins had started to affect her breathing and the steadiness of her hands. Irene didn't realize immediately that she was holding her breath when the magnificent high round orbs were revealed. The gravity defying mounds of girl flesh were topped with a plump pink bumpy cap. Melanie finally took her eyes off the older woman's face and liked down at her own chest. Both women were watching in amazement at the speed with which the darker center part of the puffy areola was emerging. The girl's hi beams were now almost fully on. The shop keeper was starting to feel quite dizzy and gulped in a chest full of air. The reptilian brain had taken over to replenish the woman's critically low oxygen supply. The air intake made the expected gasping sound. Melanie looked back to her host's face and allowed herself a smile of satisfaction, confident that her victim could no more tear her eyes away from her tits than she could, well, stop breathing. The pinching sensation the older woman felt in her own diamond hard nipples was of course just in her imagination as was the clutching pressure on her mons. Irene willed her hands and arms too move and they eventually began to respond like a dial up connection to the internet. The older woman was striving as much as her aroused body would allow to steady her trembling hands as she slid the tape up the girl's back and positioned it in line with the spectacular points a top Melanie's breasts. Irene synched the tape around her young customer's bust and stifled a groan as her knuckles pressed into the spongy tit flesh. The white cotton tailor's tape squashed the younger woman's protruding nipple back into her areola. It was Melanie's turn to moan softly as the tape pushed on her very sensitive buds. She felt the temperature rising deep in her vagina and knew that any movement of the legs now would result in the secretions that were pooling in her secret tunnel to slip past her swollen lips and saturate her panties. How long would it take for the flood to soak through the too tight crotch of her too short cut offs? It didn't mater the aroused girl could not prevent her thighs from squeezing together trying to relieve the pressure. The dizzying sensation nearly caused her to loose her balance. Irene, who was virtually panting by this point, gasped out "You're a `C' cup" as she released her grip on the end of the measuring tape leaving it dangling from her right hand. The shop owner employed the breath control skills she had used to control the adrenaline rush at the top of so many modeling runways. `In through your nose out through your mouth, deep controlled breaths' a vaguely familiar scent filled her nostrils; female arousal. The realization hit her like a hammer `was it hers or the girl's or both?' The shop owner was more than aware that her lubricating equipment so long unused had gone into overdrive. "I...I'll go see what we have" she told her half naked customer and exited the fitting room in a flash. Melanie did a dance of joy on her little platform savoring the feel of her resilient boobs bouncing. Irene closed the door behind her and collapsed against the door post clutching her achy mons. The pressure from the heel of her hand sent a wave of sensations throughout her neglected sexual network. Feeling light headed she made her way to the stock room and located the `C' cup satin bras. She had a choice of sky blue or white; she selected the blue. As an after thought she went to the shelf that contained the matching panties and retrieved the sky blue pair labeled small. Her customer's hips had someway to go before they reached their mature dimensions. Bra in one hand panties in the other she paused to give her painfully erect nipples a rub through her blouse and satin bra. The attention seemed to get them to relax a bit but they now tingled yearning for more. When the door opened the teenager resumed her innocent guise, once again shield her breasts from view with her forearms. "OK I have this in white also if you'd prefer but let's just see how you like the fit and feel for now." Irene said having regained some composure. "If you'll just step down from the platform I'll show you the best way to put this on. Melanie obediently stepped down maintaining her shy cover up. "Lean forward from your waist and just let your arms hang naturally from your shoulders." Irene marveled that in this position the young woman's breasts should be sort of hanging down but they were so firm there was virtually no change in the position of the girl's boobs from when she had been standing straight up. Circling behind her customer her reached around and slipped the girl's arms into the shoulder straps. Bending with the girl as she centered each of the satin cups over the pert mounds the position brought Irene's pelvis in firm contact with her young customer's tight little butt and her hooters rested on the teenager's shoulder blades. Melanie felt the heat of the shop owner's loins against her ass; was she grinding? She was also enjoying the way the older woman's substantial chest squished and molded against her back. With the cups very accurately in place Irene fastened the back strap in its middle position. Irene gave a final light involuntary thrust against the adolescent backside then backed away. "Stand up nice and straight. Let's see how it looks." Melanie stood up as her host walked around her. "The fit looks pretty good." Irene commented as she inserted her fingers under the edges of the cups under the girl's arms. The feel of the soft tit flesh against the back of her fingers made her pussy twitch. The shop owner reluctantly withdrew her hands. "How does it feel?" "It feels wonderful!" the teenager enthused. "I also brought these" Irene said holding up the satin bikini panties. "I thought you might want to see what the ensemble looks like." The teenager quivered at the opportunity to display her bald pubes. Without responding the girl slipped the button on the waistband of her shorts and pulled the zipper down, her eyes fixed on her host's face. Irene's eyes were fixed on her customer's crotch. Melanie wiggled her hips to peel the tight denim over her cute little butt, then released her grip and the cut offs hit the floor around her ankles. The crotch of the white cotton bikinis was tattooed damply on her hairless vulva; every detail plainly visible. Irene felt the surge in her chest and thought `Oh my God I'm going to have a heart attack!' Her heart indeed was accelerating and her breathing was getting out of control again but the sensations in her breasts and between her legs over powered all other considerations. "Should I leave my underwear on?" the girl asked coyly. "Uh, no...no!' Irene responded much too forcefully. "I want you to really see and feel how these fit." The shop owner managed to gasp. Melanie hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties still looking at her host's face. The older woman's eyes had not strayed for a second from the center of her young customer's pelvis. `Time to kick it up a notch' the girl resolved. "I'm afraid I've gotten a little messy down there" the teenager informed. Irene responded with an unintelligible sound. Slowly, very slowly, the young woman peeled the white cotton over her ass and hips. Irene's eyes watched the lacy waistband of the panties descending at what seemed to be less than an inch a minute. The crotch clung to the young vulva so that the girl's hands were actually well below her hip joint, traveling down the outsides of her thighs before it began to reveal the plump mound. Another involuntary noise escaped Irene's throat as the pubescent crease came into view. Melanie paused her strip tease. "You really want to see my little kitty, don't you Irene?" she taunted. Irene moaned again. "Pardon?" said the young seductress. "Yes!" the shop owner agreed but the word came out so breathy that it was barely audible. "What's in it for me?" the temptress asked feeling the power surge that for her was as good as orgasm. "Anything...anything you want." "So I could like keep the bra" "Yes, yes" "and the panties too?" Irene had no air left to respond but Melanie knew the guttural sound her host made was affirmation. The first part of the bargain made the girl continued her downward motion. Just above her knees she released the underwear and it fell silently on top of the shorts. She stepped out of her discarded clothes. The action caused her arousal swollen vulva to open slightly allowing a large drop of pussy juice to escape and cling on the protruding labia. At the sight and the emergence of the intoxicating fragrance Irene sank to her knees. The teenager felt the head spinning feeling of domination wash over her again. The fifty year old shop owner knelt before the devilish nymph with no remorse. No longer able to restrain herself she pulled her skirt up revealing her garters and stocking tops; immediately thrusting her right hand into her saturated satin panties. The contact brought a kind of blessed relief of the pressure she had been enduring for so long. "You really like my little pussy don't you Irene? I'll bet you'd like to kiss it and lick it wouldn't you?" Throwing gas on the fire Melanie began to lightly rub her fingers over her slick mound. The young temptress suddenly realized that she had reached a very critical juncture. She had taken her teasing to a point where the probability of another human being stimulating her most intimate parts for the first time had become a virtual certainty; unless she ran naked out of this clothing store right now. It wasn't an option so she resigned herself to finish what she had started. The girl was careful to stay well away from her clit `if I touch my love button right now I'll probably cum in two seconds' she thought. The humbled shop owner could only manage unintelligible grunts in response to her customer's inquiries. No mater they were rhetorical anyway. Inside her panties two fingers pried the lips apart and the middle one went to work on the throbbing organ at the top of her crease. Irene's eyes never shifted from her tormentor's cunt and Melanie's eyes were riveted on her victim's face. The young seductress collected two fingers full of pussy juice; "I bet you'd love to taste me" she continued to mock her host, raising her fingers to her mouth licking off the sweet secretions. Irene's eyes followed the hand to the youngster's face and watched her little pink tongue lap at her fingers. "Please, oh please!" the subjugated woman was on her knees begging as if for her very life. "If I let you I have to get something else." Their eyes were now locked and Melanie could see the desperation she had caused. The teenager looked toward the ceiling as if she expected to see what she wanted up there. Sucking on her fingers she pondered "what could it be?" "Anything...you can have anything, if I can just...if you'll let me...oh...uh" the pathetic woman pleaded. "Well there was this one blouse I really liked..." "It's yours...anything...anything you want" "You're sure? You won't change your mind after..." her hands were trembling when they returned to her mound and gently spread herself open. With a guttural sound that would have made a football player proud Irene lunged forward and tackled her customer. Melanie anticipated the contact and was able to control her descent to the plushy carpeted floor to some extent. The girl's butt wound up on the first wide step of the platform. When she allowed herself to lay back the second step supported her head. Quite comfy she thought, and oh so convenient. Her teenaged ass being raised eight inches off the floor gave her senior friend a perfect angle to assault the object of her desire. The older woman attacked with all the pent up desire three, or was it four sexless years had compiled. Melanie was shocked at the ferocity of the attack she had provoked. Her assailant dove forward until she was on her stomach, wrapped her arms around the teenager's slender thighs and sucked her entire vulva into her mouth consuming the outer traces of the precious elixir that emanated from the depths of the swollen girlhood. It was felicitous that Irene had a larger than average mouth and Melanie's pubic mound was still relatively small. The shop owner was also blessed with a long tongue and was able, in spite of the pressure of her own sucking to force it between the girl's labia and lick upward. When she encountered the firm protrusion at the top of the girl's slit she rolled the tip around it and then plunged her tongue deep into the fifteen year old vagina. Melanie felt like she had been plunged into a hot bath. The intense heat radiated out from her groin and enveloped her entire body. She grabbed the edge of the stair riser her butt was resting on to keep some hold on planet earth. The suction on her tender pussy was like nothing she had ever experienced before. When it was replaced by the somewhat more familiar licking sensations she was unable to hold on. Her hips thrust upward and her thighs slammed closed on Irene's head. She felt as if she was on the nose cone of a rocket heading into outer space at an incredible speed. When the slender well manicured digit penetrated her anus it was almost like a cement block had been dropped on her abdomen. All the air went out of her and the last thing she remembered before the blackness was `I think I'm peeing'. She hadn't urinated, and it would be sometime yet before she understood squirting. Irene swallowed as fast as she could but it wasn't fast enough. The girl cum filled her mouth and overflowed down her chin. She applied her mouth to the twitching vulva again and sucked, determined to capture every drop the now unconscious youngster had to offer. Her own orgasm evaded her. The shop owner flipped onto her back and hoisted her skirt up around her waist. Stripping off the navy blue satin panties she applied her fingers to the problem. She seemed to be on an infuriating plateau. It was like climbing a mud slicked embankment. She rose to a point where she could see the top, the pinnacle, the release and then she slid back. Her fingers strummed and rotated furiously on her aching clit but her goal only seemed to get further away. `I might have to give up' she regretfully realized. Her concentration was so complete that she didn't notice the buttons of her silk blouse being opened. She only became aware that her teenaged customer was kneeling over her when the thin garment parted and the cool air washed over her sweat dampened skin. She opened her eyes to see the smiling face of her young companion looking down at her chest. "Wow Irene you've got really big titties!" Melanie exclaimed. Looking into the older woman's eyes again she added "Do you mind if I play with them?" With out waiting for a response the teenager slid her hands between the soft pliant flesh and the outer edge of the satin cups that contained the prone woman's mounds. Using her wrists for leverage the girl had no trouble popping the large mammaries out of their restraints. They pan caked to the outsides of Irene's rapidly rising and falling chest. The big dark purplish brown areolas were puckered and pebbly. At the center a surprisingly lighter pink peg stood out like a cherry sitting on an inverted saucer. The kneeling young woman took the mesmerizing protrusions between her fingers and the heel of her tiny hand pulling and squeezing them. Irene realized that, in the distraction, her right hand had stopped moving between her legs but with the intense sensation of the girl's hands on her breasts she reflexively started pumping three fingers in and out of her steaming gash. There was a sinking feeling. It was as though she were on an elevator that had suddenly dropped three floors. This elevator was on a bungee cord. When it reached some arbitrary low point it just as suddenly shot the middle aged woman upward through the pleasure ceiling. Irene shoved her fingers in as deep as she could and hooked them toward her so long neglected `G' spot. Simultaneously her thumb collided with her reticent clitoris as she rocketed up and over the top of the pleasure mountain. Shuddering and moaning she lay there with her fingers pumping lazily in and out of the sloppy mess while her teenaged lover gently stroked and squeezed her tender melons. Melanie had to promise to come back as she exited the store with her bags of loot. The manipulating vixen estimated about five hundred dollars worth. `Certainly worth the trip downtown' she mused. On the bus she started working on how she would explain her expensive acquisitions when her mother eventually realized that she never got a bill.