Emma came back with two shoe boxes and knelt beside me. I lifted my foot up, legs open enough to showcase my shaved pussy, as Emma slid on the matching green pump, slowly caressing the back of my ankle and calf as she did so. She was a seductress too. Even so, her face gave a startled look as she saw my uncovered cunt. She lingered longer than propriety would allow, before reaching down for the second shoe. As she put the second heel on, she again took a lingering look at my delicious pussy. As she was hypnotically seduced by my appetizing delicacy, I said, “Like what you see?”
She broke her stare and stood up embarrassed and tried to change the topic. “Um, those shoes really work for this outfit ma’am.”
I smiled at her and said, “It is Julia dear. Plus you didn’t answer my question.” I then moved close to her and whispered, “Did you like what you saw.”
Her face was red, yet she caught on to the game quickly as she recovered, “Very much so.”
“I thought you would,” I said and turned to look in the mirror while I winked at Gwen who shook her head. “Emma these are good, but not amazing. What else do you have for me?”
She reached for the other box as I sat back down and lifted up my leg, angled so this time Gwen could take a peak as well. Emma slid off my shoe and replaced it with a sexier pump with a strap that wrapped around my ankle. Emma took her time putting my shoe on; her gaze rarely leaving mine. When both shoes were on, I checked the mirror and knew instantly this was perfect. I did a twirl and said, “So Emma, how do I look?”
Emma walked over to me and said, “Ravishing.”
I smiled back, “Thanks Emma. Gwen I think this is the dress and these are definitely the shoes. You think?”
Gwen, who was gawking at me quite frankly, responded awkwardly, “Yes, yes, they are perfect.”
I turned to Emma, ”We will buy it all Emma. Can you help me get the dress off please,” I asked as I went into the changing room.
Emma looked back to see if anyone was coming before following me into the room.
As soon as the door was closed, I pushed her against the wall and kissed her passionately. She kissed back with a similar intensity. I broke the kiss eventually and she helped me out of the dress. I kept on the nylons and fingered my pussy quickly before putting my finger at Emma’s lips. She obediently opened her lips and savoured my love juice. I then got dressed and said, “Emma, I will be at Le Chateau Club next Saturday, I expect you will be there.”
She looked embarrassed as she whispered, “I can’t.”
“Why?” I asked with a seductive pout, “You don’t find me attractive?”
“No, I find you incredibly intoxicating. It is just,” she paused for a long time, “I am only 20.”
“Really? You look over 21,” I said genuinely surprised.
Her face glowed with pride as she said , “Thanks, I turn 21 in a couple of months.”
“Well,” I said, “Do you want to see me again?”
“Desperately,” she said eagerly.
“Well then meet at Le Chateau Club at 9: 30 next Saturday. I know everyone there, if you come with me they will let you in.”
“Really,” she said like a little school girl, “I have wanted to go there forever.”
“Well consider me your Fairy Godmother , but a lot younger, hotter and someone you want to fuck.”
She laughed and said, “I will be there; what should I wear?”
“It is a high scale lesbian bar, so dress classy, yet sexy. Your outfit should showcase your assets and have the other woman drooling to please you, but should also be made so others can easily access your…,” I paused for effect, “fun parts.”
She said, “I have a few ideas.”
“You understand,” I cautioned, “That you are must obey all my commands when at the club.”
She looked slightly surprised, but quickly regained her composure, “Well that goes without saying.”
I smiled, “You are a little deviant, aren’t you?”
She moved in, her hand on my ass, “In more ways than one.” She moved to my ear and whispered, her hot breath on my neck, my weak spot by the way, “What about your friend?”
I responded, “She’s straight, or at least she thinks she is.”
As my hand slid under her skirt, just teasing her pussy through her panties, she moaned into my ear, “She’s a dyke, even if she doesn’t know it yet.”
She nibbled my ear, my knees giving just a hair, giving away my weakness, as I responded, “That’s my hope.”
I kissed her again one more time and opened the door. I went to Gwen and said, “Can I have my panties back?”
Gwen sheepishly opened her purse and handed them to me.
I gave them to Emma and said, “A gift for my little slave.”
She smirked, looked around, slid off her panties and tossed them to me, “I can’t take a gift without giving one back. ”
I grabbed them, handed her my phone and said, “Type in your number in case something comes up.”
She grabbed the phone, expertly typed in her pertinent information and handed me back the phone.
I took it back, paid for my outfit, using her generous 25% discount, and Gwen and I headed out. We headed over to Annie’s house for our once a month Bridge night where I purposely avoided Gwen as much as possible, trying to play a little aloof. Although I did tell the girls about the new girl I met and how she would be a good little plaything for a while. The girls called me a lesbian slut and I shrugged my shoulders and agreed.
CHAPTER 3: BUYING SOME TOYS
The school week went on with little fanfare as it was report card week, so both Gwen and I were bombarded with work. Writing down comments for 60 kids in every category of learning is exhausting and brain-numbing. So on Friday, Gwen and I went out for drinks, to celebrate another ending of report card reporting; Rob was out of town as was often the case. After a couple drinks we left, Gwen saying she was exhausted and needed some sleep. I laughed and said it was only 7 , but I too was pretty tired.
As we got in the car I said, “Can we make one more stop?”
Gwen responded, “Sure, where else do you need to go?”
“The adult shop on 8th. I need a new toy or two for tomorrow night,” I said rather matter-of-factly.
“Oh,”Gwen said surprised and seemingly a bit crestfallen.
“Plus, you being an old married hen pretty soon, we should get you some special toys for yourself. Rob is out of town a lot.”
“I –I –I have a toy.”
“I know, the same small, thin vibe you had in college isn’t it?”
“Maybe,” she said ever so slightly defiant.
“It is isn’t it?” I said while laughing, “I was just kidding.”
She responded all defensive , “I don’t need it, Rob is all I need.”
“Really, Rob is gone for weeks at a time, how do you survive? If I don’t get off every day or two I am a complete mess. ”
“Every day or two?” Gwen asked astonished.
“Usually every day, sometimes more than once, if I am being honest,” I said honestly.
“Huh,” Gwen said contemplating, her mine seeming to go elsewhere.
“It’s settled girlfriend, we are getting you some new play things.” We drove in silence for the last couple minutes of the drive.
We entered the store and I went directly to the toys. Now I have a decent collection of adult accessories already , but I decided this was a great opportunity to up the ante on my seduction of my best friend.
The first thing I did was grab a pair of handcuffs. “Ever been handcuffed?”
Gwen shook her head no.
“Well you really should try it. It is exhilarating when you are totally at the whim of someone else. It is, even better, to be the one handcuffing someone else. Suddenly you have all the power. These ones even glow in the dark , that would be pretty handy don’t you think?” She didn’t answer as I tossed a pair into a basket and said, “One can never have too many pairs.” I then walked over to the vibrators. I grabbed a 7 inch black one and tossed it to Gwen. “Is Rob this big?”
Gwen blushed and looked at the toy as if it was an alien object.
“Twice as big as the one you have now.” I then grabbed a 5 inch pink one with five speeds and said, “This may be more to your liking.” I then took the black one and tossed it in the basket.
Gwen looked at the toy as I moved to a double ended dildo, something I didn’t actually have. I looked at them as a saleslady, a woman in her late 40s, black hair, clearly dyed, and hazel eyes, walked over. I asked her, “Any advice on what kind of double ended dildo one should buy?”
Gwen dropped the toy when she realized someone else saw her with it.
The woman, clearly not fazed by such a question, answered, in a clearly British accent, “Well it depends on what you want. Our most popular, for women of experience, is our 7 inch long and a solid one inch thick double dong.” She reached up to an upper shelf, where I got a good look at her still firm ass. She handed it to me still in its packaging.
“Have you ever used one yourself?” I asked teasingly.
She smiled and said, “Long ago in my college days.”
“Was it effective?”
“Oh it did the trick.”
Gwen just watched the sexual verbal exchanges, not saying a word, yet seemingly hanging on every syllable.
I looked at it and burst out laughing. “Gwen it’s called the Pretty in Pink Double Dong. That is hilarious. Seriously, it even has two different John Hughes references.”
Gwen looked at me confused.
“Well the Pretty in Pink reference is obvious, but remember in 16 Candles that Chinese exchange student is named Dong,” I explained. I then continued, “I have to get this.” I placed it in the basket which was already half full.