It was a humid afternoon when Marianne, a woman of thirty-five with short, wavy auburn hair, decided to treat herself to a new lingerie set. She walked into the upscale boutique, her eyes immediately drawn to a stunning black lace number on display.
As she ran her fingers over the delicate fabric, she felt a presence behind her. A low, sultry voice sent shivers down her spine. “I think that set was made for you.”
Marianne turned around to find a tall, dark-haired woman in her early forties, wearing a tailored suit. Her eyes sparkled with mischief. “I’m Isabelle. I own this shop.”
Isabelle helped Marianne try on the lingerie, their eyes locked as she adjusted the straps. Marianne’s heart raced as she felt Isabelle’s fingers brush against her skin. When she finally looked in the mirror, she couldn’t help but gasp. The lingerie fit her like a glove, accentuating her curves in all the right places.
“You look absolutely breathtaking,” Isabelle whispered, her lips inches from Marianne’s ear.
Marianne couldn’t resist the chemistry between them any longer. She turned around, pulling Isabelle into a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced as they explored each other’s bodies, their hands roaming over lace and silk.
Isabelle led Marianne to the changing room, locking the door behind them. She pushed Marianne against the wall, their lips never breaking contact. She reached down, cupping Marianne’s breasts through the lace.
“Mmm, you’re so sensitive,” Isabelle murmured, her fingers teasing Marianne’s hardening nipples.
Marianne moaned, her hands gripping Isabelle’s hips. She could feel the heat radiating from between Isabelle’s legs, her own desire growing stronger.
Isabelle broke the kiss, trailing her lips down Marianne’s neck. She nibbled on her earlobe, whispering, “Do you want me to touch you?”
“Yes, please,” Marianne breathed, her head falling back against the wall.
Isabelle slid her hand under the lace, finding Marianne’s wetness. She stroked her clit gently, causing Marianne to gasp. She explored further, teasing Marianne’s entrance with her fingers.
“You’re so ready for me,” Isabelle said, her voice husky with desire.
She slipped two fingers inside Marianne, who cried out in pleasure. Isabelle began to move her fingers in a slow, steady rhythm, building up a steady pace.
Marianne’s moans filled the changing room, drowning out the sounds of other customers outside. She clung to Isabelle, her orgasm building up inside her.
“Come for me, Marianne,” Isabelle commanded, her fingers moving faster.
Marianne obeyed, her body shaking as she came hard around Isabelle’s fingers. She leaned against Isabelle, panting heavily as the aftershocks of her orgasm washed over her.
Isabelle pulled her fingers out, bringing them to her mouth. She sucked them clean, her eyes never leaving Marianne’s.
“I think we need to continue this somewhere more private,” she said, her voice low and seductive.
Marianne nodded, her mind still hazy with pleasure. She couldn’t wait to see what other delights Isabelle had in store for her.
