This story begins late in the summer of 2001. Jack, my husband, and I were going to the Bahamas on a long overdue holiday in a few weeks. When I realized I had no swimsuits that I liked or would be suitable for the warm tropical beaches of the Bahamas.
To digress for a moment, for some time up until two years prior, I didn't think I had the body to wear a bikini, so I settled for wearing one-piece bathing suits. But I had been going to the gym for the last two years and had myself in shape. I now felt confident about buying a thong bikini to show off on our vacation.
The following Saturday, I took myself to the mall while Jack was playing golf. I had already been to several stores and hadn't found anything I liked. Being late in the summer, there really wasn't much of a selection in the department stores. I was starting to kick myself for not going sooner, I had known this trip was coming up, and I also knew my selection of swimsuits no longer fit or showed off my new body.
I had been there for what seemed like hours, and it was getting late. The mall was closing soon when I finally found a small store dedicated to swimsuits. And they had a superb selection of precisely what I was looking for.
A very attractive woman, probably in her late twenties to early thirties, helped me pick out several bikinis. I headed to the changing room to try them on. I tried on the first bikini and liked how it showed my new sexy curves. As I tried the second suit, I looked in the mirror and realized I hadn't pulled the curtain across completely.
I also noticed the woman who had served me was standing right outside the room. She was hanging some swimming costumes back on a rack. When I looked in the mirror, she was staring right at me. I realized if I could see her, she could see me. But I wondered why she was looking at me so intently. Was she checking me out as I was changing?
I don't know what came over me, but I decided that if she wanted to look, I would really give her a good show. I proceeded to bend at the waist, my butt facing her, and slowly peeled the bottoms of the bikini down my toned legs. I purposely exposed my ass and rapidly leaking pussy to her prying eyes.
Stepping out of the bottoms, I stood up, unhooked the top, and took it off, knowing my tits were also displayed in the mirror's reflection. I wondered if she could see how wet my pussy had become as I felt my juices start to flow in the excitement of blatantly exposing myself.
I took my time hanging up the costumes I tried on before removing the next one from the hanger and repeating the process of trying that one on. The shop assistant hadn't moved, and I was getting hotter and hotter thinking about her watching me naked just feet away.
I repeated my slow strip, hung up the last bikini, and started to put on my tank top and shorts back on as I finished putting my clothes on. She turned and walked back to the store counter. I was incredibly turned on as I opened the curtain and went to pay for the bikinis.
As I approached the counter, my nipples were hard and pressed obscenely against the material of my tank top. And my panties were so wet they were uncomfortable. I handed her my credit card, and our eyes locked on each other, and we seemed to share a knowing smile. Perhaps she was as turned on and as horny as I was right now.
As she completed the transaction, I couldn't help but notice that the woman's nipples were clearly showing through her top, and as I left the counter, I gave her a wink. She was a bit taken aback at first. She returned it, flashed a big smile, and I left the store.
We had a fantastic time in the Bahamas, and all the bikinis were a massive hit with Jack, and I can happily say with quite a few other men and ladies. I received many compliments on my appearance, which worked wonders for my ego.
Fast forward eight months from our trip. Jack and I had discussed my experience with the woman from the swimsuit store many times since then, and it made us hot and horny when I relayed the story during bedroom-talk. So with Jack's encouragement, hoping for more to happen than just a little teasing and flashing, I returned to the mall last Thursday.
I was simultaneously very nervous and excited, anticipating perhaps meeting the woman again. Driving to the mall, I could feel my pussy getting wet just thinking about her and how she had watched me naked, never once looking away.
I was certain that there had been some chemistry between us, but nerves got the better of me, and I started to think that I was mistaken. My mind was in turmoil, perhaps she wasn't even working there anymore, or maybe she didn't work Thursdays, or she only worked during the day.
I was kidding myself. She must have served thousands of customers in eight months. She wouldn't even remember me. So, needless to say, I was more nervous than excited when I arrived at the mall. I was struggling with my nerves, so I didn't go directly to her store but nervously paced around browsing in shop windows.
Get a grip, Sue! I said to myself.
When I finally mustered up the courage and walked into the store, my heart sank as I looked around and didn't see her but decided to browse the new season bikinis anyway. I was going through the rack before me when she appeared out of the changing area.
She looked up and gave me a big smile as she walked toward me. My heart was pounding wildly as I smiled back. I couldn't believe she remembered me. She walked over and asked, "Is there something I can help you with?"
Again my heart sank, and I felt a little like a fool. She was simply being polite by smiling. She hadn't remembered me at all. Suddenly I felt awkward and began to stammer, "I, I, I, sure hope so. I'm looking for a new bathing suit."
I'm sure she could see me staring at her as she helped me pick a few to try on. She smiled again and said, "I'm sure you remember where the changing rooms are, and I'm more than happy to assist if you need any help."
"I sure will," I said, feeling elated she remembered me.
I headed to the changing room to try them on. This time I purposely left the curtain open a little bit and took my T-shirt and jeans off to try on the suits. I hadn't bothered wearing a bra, and with my jeans and T-shirt removed, I now only had a lace thong on. Anyone that cared to look would have easily seen me mostly naked.
It wasn't until I was trying on the third suit that I saw her in the mirror, standing outside the changing room.
"Is everything ok? Do you need help with anything?"
I was topless at that point and wanted her to come into the changing room with me. So quickly said, "I have hurt my shoulder, and I'm having difficulty hooking the top of the suits. I could really use your help."
Like a shot, she opened the curtain, closing them tight behind her. "I would be glad to help you," she said as she stood close behind me.
I turned toward her with my tits now fully exposed to her eyes. I also heard her quietly gasp, her eyes roaming over my tits, making my nipples hard like bullets.
Slipping my arms through the straps, the cups covered my hard nipples before I turned around. She now had a view of my bare ass cheeks with only a tiny bit of fabric from the thong hiding my wet pussy lips and asshole. As she reached around to grab the two sides of the suit to fasten it for me, I felt her fingers brush the sides of my tits, lingering slightly longer than necessary. I felt a rush of excitement course through me as they did.
As she clipped the hook of the suit together, she leaned against my back, her breast pressed against my bare flesh, and whispered in my ear, "Is that all the help you need?"
I'm unsure what perfume she was wearing, but she smelled fantastic. I felt a jolt of excitement, the feeling of her hard nipples pressed against my back and her breath in my ear all combined to make my entire body quiver in excitement.
"Thanks for helping me with the top, but I'm sure there is much more we can help each other with."
"The store is busy tonight, so I can't stay here any longer, but if you would like, let's meet after the store closes at Pal's Diner. We close at 9:30 pm, so I should be there about 10:00. Do you know where it is?"
"I sure do. I go there often for coffee and to eat, and I'd be happy to meet you there around 10:00."
"Great, I'll meet you there!" she said.
I decided to buy the third bikini, the one she helped me with. I put my clothes back on and walked out to pay. She was waiting on other people, and another younger girl served me. But we made eye contact as I left the store, and she gave me the sexiest smile. I looked at my watch, and it was a little after 9:00 pm, so I stayed in the mall window shopping until it closed.
Walking to my car, I could feel the wetness between my legs. I knew I had some time to kill before making my way to the diner. I had parked some distance from the mall, and being so late, there were now very few cars near me. I suddenly had the urge to take care of my dripping wet pussy before our meeting.
Hopping in my car, I slid down in the car seat, unbuttoned my jeans, and slid them off my ass. Pushing my hand into my panties, I began to strum my hard clit before sliding two fingers into my dripping snatch. My other hand pulled and twisted my hard nipples. I replayed my blatant exposure in the store, and quickly had a very pleasurable orgasm. If anyone had been around, they would have thought I was having convulsions as I bucked around in the seat when I came.
After cumming, I lay in the afterglow of my risqué play session, glad I had taken the edge off a bit. My body was tingling with anticipation of what I hoped would happen later, and I didn't want to be a drooling mess around my gorgeous date.
The diner was only about ten minutes from the mall, and I arrived about five minutes before 10:00. The parking lot was pretty full, but I found a space where I could see the front door to the diner and waited for her to arrive.
A few minutes later, she pulled into the lot and parked before walking toward the door. She was a little in front of me, so I called out to her, and she turned, flashing that big smile of hers at me again.
"I'm so glad you came," she said.
I realized then that we didn't even know each other's names yet, so I said to her, "I'm Sue, and you are?"
"Jennifer, but just call me Jen; all my friends do," she replied.
"I'm so happy to be here with you, Jennifer. Sorry, Jen."
Once inside, we were greeted by an attractive young hostess. She promptly seated us in a roomy corner booth near the back of the dinner, perfect for a private conversation.
We ordered a cup of coffee and a piece of cake each and initially started talking about general things. Jen told me she was thirty-eight, married with two kids, thirteen and ten years old, and had worked at the store for almost five years, and lived close by, about halfway from the mall and my house.
This is an excellent time to give you a visual description of Jen. She's about five feet three inches tall, probably about a hundred and twenty pounds, with beautiful straight long black. Her tits looked to be B cups topped off with prominent long nipples that were clearly on show for me through her sheer blouse.
I have a thing for beautiful brunettes, long-toned legs, and a shapely ass, and Jen had both. Well, from what I could tell without seeing her naked, which I now desperately hoped I would. She had a pretty face, big blue eyes, and a great smile!
We talked for probably fifteen minutes or so before getting around to a more intimate conversation.
"You are so beautiful and have such a great body. I'm sure you noticed me looking at you in the dressing room. I noticed that you were checking me out too."
"Not beating around the bush anymore, then," I quickly replied before adding, "I think you are gorgeous and so damn sexy. I'd really like to get to know you better if you know what I mean."
I anxiously awaited her response, hoping I wasn't too forward too soon, and was pleased when she replied.
"The feeling is very mutual, Sue. I'd like to get together with you too!"
Jen then proceeded to tell me about herself sexually. She and her husband have been married for almost sixteen years. They have always had an active sex life together and have experienced several MFF threesomes. She said she has been attracted to other women since she was sixteen and had several girl-on-girl encounters both before and after marriage.
Jen said her husband is a little more straight-laced than she is, sexually. And while happy to have another woman join them, He was averse to having a guy join them in the bedroom. So sadly, she had never had another guy fuck her.
Jen had never been sure about his ability to handle watching her being fucked by someone else. They'd talked and fantasized about it during sex but had never acted it out. He was all for her fucking other women, though.
She went on to say that working at the store has presented her with many opportunities to meet and be with other women, which she occasionally does. She made me feel good by saying, "none had been as sexy and beautiful as you, though."
When she finished, I told her about my sexual journey and how much I enjoyed being with beautiful women like her, how I also experimented extensively with other women and men, and that my husband Jack and I have an open relationship.
When we had finished talking, she asked if I wanted to meet the next Friday for lunch and talk some more. It was her day off, and I set my own hours at work, so I quickly agreed. We paid the check, and she walked me to my car. We said our good-nights, and I couldn't wait to get home to tell Jack about my evening.
I rode Jack's beautiful thick cock as I told him all the details of how Jen had watched me changing and how I had bought myself to orgasm in the mall car park. Jack seemed as excited as I was that I was meeting her next Friday, hopefully, to explore her magnificent body.
We had a great fuck session. Jack was as turned on as I was by what might happen when we meet. Jack is an amazing husband and openly encouraged me to go for it. I was excited the rest of the week, anticipating what might come Friday.
We met that next Friday at a Chinese restaurant near Jen's house. I thought that this was a little strange but soon found out why she suggested it. For starters, it was not very crowded, the lights were turned down low, and all they had were booths. Jen looked spectacular, she had on a silky-looking red blouse and black dress pants.
She obviously didn't wear a bra, as I could immediately see those hard pointy nipples poking against her blouse. She had pulled her hair back into a ponytail and obviously spent a great deal of time on her make-up. She looked very edible to me! I had on a white blouse that definitely showed off my dark aureoles through it and my nipples were hard from the minute I saw her.
After we sat down, the waitress came over, and we ordered a glass of wine just to take the edge off. Honestly, I was a little nervous and sensed that Jen was too. As the waitress walked away from us, I couldn't help but follow her very shapely ass as it swayed as she walked, and I noticed that Jen's eyes were on the same target.
"I think Asian women are so sultry and sexy. I would love to get my hands on one someday," I commented, causing Jen to give me a sultry smile, nodding her head in agreement, "Mmm, me too."
With the conversation ice broken, we both laughed and then sat back, enjoying the wine and each other's company. The waitress returned a few minutes later and took our food order, and again we both watched her as she walked away from the table.
"Well, the scenery and the service are certainly delightful, but can I ask why you chose this restaurant?"
Jen quickly confirmed my initial hopes of why she had.
"Because the setting is nice and private, it's never crowded during the day, plus the service is quick. Giving us more alone time together this afternoon before the kids get home from school."
As soon as Jen had finished talking, I felt myself relax and my pussy moisten. I wasn't sure how I would bring up what I had hoped would happen after lunch. I was so glad that Jen was being forward about wanting to be with me in a sexual way after lunch because it was all I had thought about all week.