With an hour left for last-minute shopping, I was relieved this festive season was finally closing. Every Christmas song seemed to echo endlessly in my mind, and I'd heard every variation of "Merry Christmas" a thousand times over the past month. Despite my waning Christmas spirit, I looked forward to the company's Christmas party, the first social engagement since my husband left me.

Who knows, I might even get laid, I thought wistfully, glancing at my watch for what felt like the hundredth time today.

A sharp jab in my ribs from Cheryl broke my daydream. I looked up, and she whispered, "Here comes that woman again, for the umpteenth time this afternoon."

I followed her gaze and immediately knew who she meant. I'd seen her a few times this afternoon. She was tall and graceful, with striking red hair, and as she swished past our counter, I realised she was subtly checking to see if I was watching her.

Admiring how she effortlessly moved through the racks of clothing, she suddenly turned and locked eyes with me, causing me to blush. But before I could look away, she winked and gestured for me to follow her.

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"Can I help you?" I asked cautiously as the older woman glanced at my name tag. She smiled before answering.

"Yes, Andrea, I'd like that very much."

"What are you looking for?" I asked and watched her lips curl into a soft smile.

"I'm hoping to spice up my love life," she replied, lightly brushing my arm. The touch, brief as it was, made my heart race and my spine tingle. "My husband doesn't seem interested in me anymore, and I was hoping you could help me?"

Still grappling with how I felt about her touch, I hesitated before asking, "Have you thought about buying some sexy lingerie?"

She nodded. "I have, but can't decide what suits me, and would like another woman's opinion."

Leading her towards the lingerie section, my heart raced as I pondered her words.

"Do you have any specific colours in mind?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady, standing beside the racks of sexy outfits. She shook her head, her fingers trailing over the red and black, smooth silk and satin outfits like she was savouring the textures.

She gave me a playful smile, her eyes glinting with mischief as she pointed to a particularly seductive red nightgown.

"How do you think I'd look in this?" she asked, her voice low and sultry. Trying to keep my voice steady, I took the garment from the display and asked, "Why don't you try it on?"

Outside the changing cubicle, the faint scent of jasmine teasing my senses, I handed her the garment.

"You know, Andrea," she said huskily, "it's not the clothes one wears; it's who one wears them for, the anticipation of their reaction," she said before closing the curtain.

Suppressing the surge of excitement coursing through me, I tried to remind myself she was just a customer while I quickly checked the immediate area for other shoppers. Relieved we were alone, I realised how hollow my thoughts were when I saw she hadn't fully closed the curtain. Biting my bottom lip, I watched her getting undressed, the Christmassy red blouse unbuttoned and the green skirt hanging loose on her hips.

Seeing this unexpected display, my cheeks burned, but I couldn't deny the feelings she had awakened. I felt myself moistening and my nipples hardening.

"Do you like what you see, Andrea?" she asked, her tone silky smooth,

Before I could respond, she shimmied her hips and shrugged her shoulders. The skirt fell around her ankles, and her blouse landed on the floor moments later. Then, she reached behind her back and undid the bra. I stared in amazement as her heavy breasts swung free. The red nightgown remained on the hanger as she placed a hand inside her knickers.

"Well, Andrea, are you interested in spicing up my love life?" she asked seductively.

For a moment, I stood there, my heart thumping wildly in my chest. I'd never considered myself a lesbian, but right now, all I wanted to do was please this woman.

"Well?" she sighed, pulling and pinching a very hard nipple with one hand while her fingers traced slow circles beneath the silken triangle covering her sex.

Although I knew I was risking everything, I entered the cubicle, closed the curtain properly, and dropped to my knees.

The scent of desire stirred something deeper within me, and I pressed my lips to the soft skin between her thighs, eliciting a soft moan from her sensual mouth.

"From the moment I first saw you, I knew I had to have you," she murmured as I traced my tongue along the moist cleft beneath the silken fabric. She thrust her hips forward. "Please, don't make me regret this."

I pulled the sodden gusset aside and licked at the exposed slick flesh. Delicate fingers grabbed my hair, keeping my head precisely where she wanted it, her juicy slit pressed against my mouth.

"More," she moaned, positioning her swollen clit between my eager lips. "Please make me cum."

Despite wanting nothing more than to bring myself to orgasm, I also wanted to give this sensual woman an orgasm.

At first, I thrust two fingers inside her, but that quickly became three when she demanded more. For the next few seconds, her imminent climax was all that mattered as I continued fingering and licking her sex. Then, with a muffled groan, her body shuddered violently, and hot sweet cum squirted over my face and blouse.

"Oh God," she gasped, shaking uncontrollably, as I continued teasing her. When her climax subsided, I stood and faced her. After kissing me passionately, she fished out a business card from her handbag.

"You were fantastic, Andrea. If you're not busy tomorrow, I would love you to join my husband and I for some special fun and games."