Meeting Marly at the Mall Again
by Marie LeClare
Thinking to herself Marly is startled.
There she is again. That beautiful woman from last week. Ever since I saw her last Saturday in the shop, I haven’t stopped thinking about her.
She was touching herself behind a rack of clothes when I first saw her, and after what she had done to me in the alterations room was so neat, I had the greatest climax of my life. It was the most incredible experience and I didn’t even know her name, or if I would ever see her again.
There she is again. She is looking straight at me, just like the way she did last week. She’s asking me if there is someone who can do some alterations for her. She seems so calm, without the guilty look she had last week when I caught her doing something she shouldn’t.
As she follows me I lead her to the alterations room and unlock the door. Entering like the week before and as I lock us in, she turns me around and I feel her lips on mine. Giving me the softest, gentlest kiss that makes my lips melt. No boy has ever kissed me like this, it makes me feel so warm and neat inside.
She runs her hands down the sides of my blouse and makes my skin tingle. What is she doing now? Oh, the buttons. As she starts to undo the buttons, I hold her hand and stop her going further.
I look into her eyes and say, “No, please, may I serve you?”
What seems like the longest pause, eventually she says, “Yes, you may.”
I realize it is the first time I have heard her talk. I mean actually heard the words. She sounded as if she was trying to keep control of herself, while she was in turmoil inside.
I started to take off her top, as I said “Let me help you with this.”
She just stood there and let me undress her, as I felt like a lady’s maid getting my mistress ready for her lover. Me.
I set her down in the old armchair in the corner. Kneeling at her feet and taking one foot in my hand I start to rub it. I worked my way up massaging her leg, then her thigh, until I could see her lying back relaxing in the chair with her eyes closed. I moved across to the other leg and stoked the insides of her thigh, going back down towards her knee.
She stirred and sat up. “No, come here.”
She pulled my head up towards her. She cradled my face in her hands and gave me a soft kiss. She then moved my lips level with her breast. Even for an inexperienced lover like me, I knew what she wanted. I lapped at her little nipples until they responded, then I gently sucked them into my mouth. She seemed to like this a lot, and I heard the slightest moaning sounds as she lay back in the seat.
After a while she again guided my head down her body. I licked my way down, passed her navel and down to places where I had never been before. I remembered just last week, when she had slipped her tongue between my lower lips and I wanted to bring her the same pleasure she had given me.
I lightly circled her pussy with my tongue. Wetting the outer area, making her shiver with excitement. I kept this up for a while knowing that I was teasing her. She seemed to love it, but eventually she could take no more as she pushed my head firmly into her sex.
“Deeper” was all she said.
But I knew what she wanted. I pushed my tongue as far as it would go into her sex. She arched her back and pushed herself harder into my face. She was very wet inside and tasted so sweet. But I had to ease myself back a little so that I could breathe. She relaxed the pressure on my head and I let my tongue wander higher to her clit. Ever so lightly I let it touch her love spot, which made her open her legs further and pulled her outer lips apart.
I let my lips gently kiss hers and smothered her pussy with kisses. She thrust forward again, obviously loving every touch, so I alternated between kissing and licking until she couldn’t hold off any longer. She let out a stifled scream which sounded as if it had drained all the air from her lungs as it lasted at least half a minute. She dropped back in the chair exhausted as I continued the slightest little licks of her lips.
Then I dropped back on my heels and settled at her feet. After a while I looked up at her and said, “Is that what madam wanted?”
“I hope you are pleased with my service”
“Yes, that was just what I wanted” she replied, keeping the formal tone of our conversation.
As if it was denying the fact that we had become lovers.
“You will have to come to my house sometime soon and I will see if there is more I can teach you about pleasing me.”
I helped her back on with her clothes and we went back into the shop.
As she left she said “Thank you, I will see you soon.”
If my mind had been in a spin from the week before, it had so much more to think about now. I slipped my fingers down into my cotton panties. I was so wet. I had to go off and do something about it.
And think about my mystery shopper.