From the Mall to the Boudoir

"Pretty girl." She whispered to me.

"Thank you." I whispered nervously in return. I could have melted right at that moment as I looked into Noreen's green eyes.

"Here we are then." Helene's voice came to us as she approached us holding a small flat box and a longer rectangular box in her arms as though they were gifts.

"Helene...could you provide a more private fitting for us?" Noreen asked sweetly.

"Certainly, Miss Grey. I'll close up for a bit." Helene answered and placed the boxes on top of a rack and darted to the store's front towards the door. She flipped a sign over and dimmed the store lights. She made her way quickly back to us, picked up the boxes, and said, "This way, ladies."

Helene led us to a side doorway, opened it, and flicked a light switch on the wall and motioned us into the confines of the side room. Upon entering, I saw that the room was a boudoir, with flocked wallpaper, a red velvet sofa, a vanity table with lighted mirror and a pile of cosmetic products, and a very large bed covered by a luxurious red satin comforter with a pile of assorted pillows in matching covers. "Pardon the mess." Helene said (although there was no mess here at all. It was immaculate.)

"Let's see what you chose, Helene." Noreen said in her business-like tone again.

Helene took up the small box and opened it carefully, extracting one long, delicate, nylon stocking. "These are from a very good source in Britain, Ma'am." She said as she displayed the stocking across her open palms.

"Yes, quite lovely." Noreen judged the selection.

Then Helene opened the larger box and fussed with some tissue paper before showing us a gleaming, black, patent leather pump with ridiculously thin stiletto heels that gave the shoe a seemingly impossible angle. "From a very fine house in Italy, Ma'am." Helene announced reverentially, showing the shoe to me as I stood wide-eyed.

"I knew you would not disappoint us, Helene." Noreen said by way of approval.

Helene swept her arm towards a high-backed straight chair in the corner of the room. "Joy, if you please...?" She beckoned me to sit.

I walked casually to the chair and sat down with some care in the unyielding corset. I saw Noreen standing beyond us, watching intently.

Helene laid the two boxes on the floor, then crouched down before my seated position. From my chair perch, I could see the deep cleft of bosom contained within the woman's corset as she sat on her haunches, extracting one of the delicate stockings. Helene gently clapped her hands and motioned for me to raise my naked foot to her. I felt self-conscious as I placed my bare foot in her lap. She expertly rolled the delicate nylon to the tip and began to softly work the gentle, shimmery material over my toes, up my instep, over the curve of my heel, and then carefully pulled it up my calf to the knee. I raised my leg so that she had access to my thigh and she pulled the stocking up to it's full length which stopped just a few inches from my crotch. She repeated the careful exercise with my other foot and leg until both legs were swathed in shiny, barely-black nylon stockings.

"If you would stand, please, Miss." Helene said quietly.

I did as instructed and Helene pulled one of the dangling garter straps from the corset to snap it onto the reinforced top of the hosiery. I turned around and she did the same with the back garter against my naked thigh. This same silent process was repeated on my other leg. I marveled at the delicious sensuality of the stockings on my legs and the way the tension of the garters against my bare thighs sent another involuntary bolt of excitement through my core. I looked up from my stockinged reverie and saw Noreen in the background with open mouth taking in a deep breath of air, then looking right into my eyes as she telepathically sent her message of approval to me.

"Milady looks very nice indeed, yes, Ma'am?" Helene asked over her shoulder at Noreen.

"Quite lovely, Helene." Noreen replied softly.

Helene beckoned me to sit once again and she unwrapped both pumps. "How does she know my size?" I wondered, realizing she never asked me. But I raised my right foot and the woman placed the gleaming shoe on my stockinged foot with delicate hands. Somehow, I knew it would be a perfect fit and it was. Then the left shoe was as delicately placed upon my foot. I luxuriated in the strange sensation of the high angle of the heel and tried to wriggle my toes in the pointy end of the shoes with only minimal resistance. Without urging, I stood gingerly and was amazed to find that the rakish high-heeled stilettos were...yes, comfortable.

"Yes, very nice, Milady." Helene said, glancing up at me as I stood before her.

I looked to Noreen. She was smiling with a wide, white-toothed smile at me and clapped her hands silently at my appearance. I looked down at Helene who was staring not at my face but into the bottom of my corset where my thighs were pressed together. I remembered suddenly that I had abandoned my panties back in the changing room. Looking down at Helene I was immediately humbled at the older woman's fixated stare towards my naked sex barely covered by the stiff corset material.

"Noreen, I could hardly wear this under a dress at work." I said with a slight disappointment as reality suddenly hit my distracted brain cells.

"You can and you will." Noreen said simply.

"And these shoes are wonderful but..." I trailed off, glancing down at the two pointed tips of the stilettos. I tried walking in them but I was afraid of toppling over and halted after two footsteps.

Helene had arisen from her kneeling position and came up behind me. "It takes some practice but they are perfectly practical and rather stylish." She said.

"Yes, very stylish." Noreen nodded in assent. "Walk, Joy." Noreen commanded quietly.

I glanced up from the floor and saw Noreen staring into my eyes. I took another tentative step, put my arms out at my sides for balance as though I was tightrope walking and gradually began to move somewhat awkwardly in the stilettos. When I had crossed the room, I turned and repeated the steps back to the small chair where Helene had shod me. I turned again and realized I was beaming a wide smile at my small triumph of traversing the room in the heels and stiff corset and stockings.

"There." Noreen said simply.

"Very well done, Milady." Helene said quietly with an inhalation. "And would Madame like to sample any fashions today?" The woman asked, turning back to Noreen.

"Perhaps. Help me with this, would you, dear?" Noreen asked of Helene, turning her back and presenting the long back zipper of her stylish navy business dress.

Helene stepped quickly to my new benefactress and slowly unhooked the hidden clasp at the top of the dress, then glided the zipper down Noreen's spine to the bottom of her waist. Helene guided the navy material off Noreen's torso and caught it before it hit the floor. Noreen stepped out of the drooping material and I was rewarded with a surprising sight: Noreen was wearing a black satin corset and nude thigh high stockings clipped to the corset garters. All three of us were now standing in the strange side-room boudoir in elaborate corsets, stockings and high-heeled stilettos.

"Noreen!" I exclaimed, staring wide-eyed at her. In her dress, Noreen was a stunning looking professional lady but in only the corset, she took on a mythic beauty. Ash blonde hair rested gently on her bare shoulders, her bosom cantilevered into a billowy cloud of soft, cleaved flesh, her waist nipped and hips flared in an hourglass shape, her legs long and glinting in the nylon hose, her ankles and feet perched and squeezed into the expensive leather pumps.

"You like your corset, Joy?" Noreen asked as she faced me. "Do you like mine?" She asked again, not waiting for an answer to her first question. "And Helene's?"

I looked at both women in turn then nodded, smiling bashfully. "Yes. I do." I laughed nervously.

Noreen approached me slowly. She stood facing me, no smile now. We looked into each other's eyes. "Helene, I think that Miss Joy forgot her panties." She said quietly. She lowered her hand to my corset's hem and softly jabbed her index finger underneath into my wispy pubic area. "No panties." She tsk-tsk'd, never taking her eyes off mine.

At Noreen's touch - but moreso her fixed stare into my eyes - I felt the small electric course of arousal run through me again.

"My fault, Ma'am." Helene said and approached us both. Turning her face to Noreen, Helene asked, "May I?"

"Yes, see for yourself." Noreen answered.

Helene leaned over and reached her right hand below my corset. I felt her fingers touch my vagina. "Milady is without." Helene said as she kept her fingers softly on my vaginal lips.

I lost my balance ever so slightly at the woman's touch upon me and tottered towards Noreen in front of me. Noreen stopped my forward motion with a soft palm on my corset-clad tummy. My mind was racing, thinking of everything and nothing, but beginning to feel the immense sensation of sensuality as Helene's fingers cupped my vagina and I stared wide-eyed into Noreen's green orbs.

"Joy, honey, you aren't wearing your panties." Noreen barely whispered.

"Yes...no, I...took them off...." I stammered.

Helene looked up at Noreen. "It's rather nice, Ma'am." She said, letting her fingers play softly over my vagina.

"What say you, Joy?" Noreen asked.

"I guess I don't mind so much." I answered, feeling Helene's fingers begin to gently caress my lips. But inside, I was feeling weaker by the millisecond.

Noreen glanced down at Helene and watched her arm moving ever so slightly as the older woman caressed my pussylips. "Does that please you, Joy?" She asked in a whisper.

"Yes." I answered and gulped as I brought my thighs together to squeeze against Helene's hand just as I felt one of her long fingers tentatively touch my insides.

"Would you let me kiss you, dear?" Noreen asked.

I felt Helene's finger skirt my inner lips as I vocalized my answer. "Yes." A pause. "Please." I finished, feeling Helene's finger searching for my clitoris.

Noreen moved forward ever so slightly and kissed my closed lips. When she leaned in closer, her lips against mine, I opened my mouth to accept her sensuous kiss. We shared an open-mouthed kiss, tongues tentatively circling each other's and then I felt Helene's finger hit my clitoris as Noreen and I french-kissed with more passion.

I moaned loudly as the older woman pressed my button and toyed with me as Noreen took me in her arms and kissed me like a real lover. Now there was no doubt in my soaring mind as I felt the sexual arousal course through me from Noreen's hot kiss to Helene's expert manipulation on my sex. I was orgasming.

"Fuck!" I cried as I buckled in Noreen's arms.

"Oh, Milady!" Helene said with surprise as she finally let go of my clitoris while I sagged against Noreen's shape.

Noreen held me up as I tried to regain composure. "Joy, we do not fuck here." She said in proper tones. "We make love."

I looked up as she held me, my knees bent and still leaning into her for support. "Then love me." I said in a gush of air from my lungs as I grabbed Noreen's waist for support.

"Help me get her to the bed." Noreen commanded Helene.

I was being transported to the big bed by the two women and I felt my legs come apart as they pushed me onto the softness of the red satin-coated bed. I slid to the center and soon Noreen and Helene were laying on each side of me. Noreen leaned over to kiss me again. Helene once again got her hand beneath my corset to fondle my pussy. After a while of kissing and playing, the two older women leaned across my torso to exchange a rather heated kiss of their own.

Helene backed off from Noreen's mouth. "May I Madame?" She asked in a rush of breath.

"Ask Joy." Noreen answered.

"Milady, may I please taste you?" Helene asked on one elbow as I adjusted my gaze in her direction.

I looked at the shop-owner, who looked at me with pleading eyes and open lips. "Yes, please, Helene." I answered quickly.

Helene maneuvered herself to the end of the bed and slowly brought her face to the hem of the stiff corset. She gently raised my thighs with cupped hands, giving her access to my naked sex. She advanced the final few inches and I saw her face disappear between my legs and below my line of sight in the corset. Then I felt her tongue begin a soft lapping circuit over my pussy.

"Ohh-hhh-hhh." I trilled a vibrato as Helene began licking my vaginal lips and into the soft folds of my pussy.

Noreen leaned close to my ear, nibbled my lobe, and whispered, "Helene's very experienced, dear. Enjoy."

I did as Noreen suggested but how could I not. The shop-owner's tongue was all over and inside my pussy. She teased my clitoris with her tongue-tip and alternated that quick touch with a generous swirl through my labia and a penetrating tongue inside my cunt. I could feel small rivulets of Helene's spittle and my own juices coursing down to my anus. Noreen had begun kissing my neck and letting one hand gently rub across my corseted waist and cup the underside of one breast. I opened my legs wider and laid back on the pillows as I allowed Helene to work her magic on my wet sex. Noreen was necking me with warm passion and barely audible coos of encouragement as I tossed on the satin comforter and pushed my head into the pillow looking for relief from the onslaught of erotic torment.

When Helene's tongue began a steady, insistent assault on my clitoris, I could feel the shiver of orgasm building inside me. Noreen sucked my neck just below my ear. I felt both the wet oral attention of Helene on my female sex and Noreen's wet suction on my vulnerable jugular as I writhed in full-on sexual heat. Soon my head was silent-screaming with imminent release.

"Oh, sweet Mother.....!" I shouted, as I convulsed through a crashing orgasm as if I had jumped off a ten story building.

I was breathing heavily, my heart pounding, trying to get air into my corset-restricted chest. I opened my eyes to see Noreen leaning close to my face with wide eyes and a pretty smile for me.

"Hmmm, my sweet little Mall girl." Noreen said quietly and kissed my cheek.

Helene had risen to sit on her haunches between my legs. She looked at me with soulful eyes. "Thank you, Milady." She said.

I looked at Noreen, then back to Helene. "What...is...happening to me?" I said, laying my head back on a pillow and looked ceilingward.

"Relax, dear." Noreen said, leaning in to kiss my lower lip. "There is much left to experience." She gave me another small kiss. "Did you enjoy Helene's attentions?" She asked me.

I turned my head towards Noreen giving her what I hoped was a look that said, "What do YOU think?" and laughed weakly. I looked down the bed to Helene and breathily said, "Thank you, Helene. It was awesome. As you could tell."

"You're most welcome, Milady Joy." Helene answered with a closed lip smile and a soft bow of the head. "Ladies, may I get you anything?" Helene asked in an almost British-accented voice.

Noreen roused herself from my side and rising on one elbow answered, "Helene, yes, bring us my favorite."

"Oh, yes, Madame. Very good." Helene said, and removed herself from the bed and retreated to another hidden door and disappeared.

Noreen caressed my corseted tummy and smiled mischievously at me. I smiled back at her a bit perplexed.

Helene returned with a tray which she placed on the cosmetics vanity. Then she came to the bed and assisted Noreen to stand up. The older woman went behind my benefactress and began undoing Noreen's corset, disrobing her. I watched with amazement as Noreen turned to me, out of her black corset now, her breasts fully exposed and (may I say) magnificent in their breadth and fullness. Helene gently removed Noreen's panty and helped her step out of the small triangle. My new friend was now naked save for her nude thigh high stockings and the gleaming black stiletto heels. I quickly noticed that Noreen was smooth in front with the faintest hint of a tan line accenting her white-skinned vulva.

While I was ogling Noreen, Helene picked up the item she had retrieved minutes earlier. I thought it would be a cocktail glass. But what the shop-owner had in her hands was a large black dildo fixed into a series of leather straps. Noreen saw my surprise and merely nodded in the affirmative as I rolled to my side to watch the unfolding scene.

Helene knelt before Noreen and began circling the straps around the other woman's naked waist, running the remaining straps between the thighs and buckled all the connections tightly about the naked flesh. She knelt back, looked up to Noreen's face, and said, "Oh, yes, Madame, very nice indeed."

Noreen stood and turned slightly in each direction as the gigantic black dildo jutted out from her center and quivered with each small movement. "Joy, dear, we will need your help." Noreen said to me and beckoned with a short hand movement.

I sat on the edge of the bed not certain about this latest development but fascinated by the protruding and gently bobbing dildo attached to Noreen's lower torso.

"Please, Miss." Helene said quietly. "It's rather....large." And she began to bend over the end of the bed, her two hands planted on the soft comforter.

"Joy." Noreen said quickly, nodding towards Helene's bent haunches.

"Oh, yes...I...but I...Noreen..." I trailed off in uncertainty, understanding now what was expected of me.

Noreen seemed disappointed in my hesitancy. "Really, Joy. Surely you can return a favor in some small way."

Helene looked at me with such longing in her eyes that I was deeply affected and suddenly felt a surge of excitement. I came off the bed and assumed a kneeling position behind Helene's exposed vagina and luscious asscheeks. I tentatively put my tongue on the older woman's labia and began slowly licking her pussy, hoping to replicate the great head she had given me earlier. Helene's pussy was already somewhat damp from her excitement earlier and the anticipation of accepting Noreen's gigantic dildo. She began a low moaning as I tongued her and bent slightly farther forward to open herself to me. Her scent filled my nostrils as I pushed my face into her box. It had been a long time since I had eaten a pussy during my college years but I was getting into it now, delighting in the texture of Helene's swollen lips and the liquid center of her open vagina.

"Very nice, Joy." Noreen said from above and behind me. "How is she doing, Helene?" She asked of my subject.

"Quite well, Madame. Ohhh." Helene answered and sighed as I grazed my teeth softly on her outer lips.

Encouraged by Helene's positive response to my initial tonguing, I pushed deeper into the older woman's sex. I licked and nibbled at her pussy and let myself begin to get lost in the sensation of pleasing her. I finally found Helene's clitoris buried deep in the folds of her labia. The woman exclaimed with a high sigh as I centered my tongue on her tiny bullet. She bent at the knees and let her cunt envelop my nose as I ate her aromatic pussy with my own sexual excitement beginning to overtake me. I remembered how Helene had eaten me earlier and I decided to give her the best I had to give. I gripped Helene's stockinged thighs for greater leverage and lost all inhibitions as I devoured her moist vagina.

"Oh, Milady!" Helene yelped from above me as I assaulted her pussy with vigorous abandon.

"Eat that pussy, girl." Noreen said in a soft growl as Helene and I communed with my mouth on her dripping snatch.

After a short while, I felt Noreen's hand on the crown of my head. "Step aside, sweetie." She said softly.

I did as told and retreated to kneel on my haunches as Noreen advanced to the bent opening betwen Helene's thighs. The gigantic black dildo was bouncing wildly and Noreen reached a hand down to circle its girth at the base. She advanced a half step and placed the big black knob of the rubber phallus against Helene's open sex.