Sexy Lesbian Erotica
"Lenora's Shopping Break," a hot erotic tale by Iona Blair
The shopping mall was festive with Christmas decorations. Santa
Claus held court from his castle on the main floor. Margo dashed around picking
up some last-minute gifts. The sound of Jingle Bells rang in her ears.
It was while she foraged through ties on a sales table that she
saw her, the little blonde hooker who had so captured her erotic heart. Loping
along in high-heeled boots, she wore an indecently short skirt despite the
chilly weather. The lower half of her bottom cheeks were almost visible, and
certainly would be if she bent over.
Margo felt the hot stirrings of desire, recalling the two
previous sexual encounters they had enjoyed together, the first in an elevator
at lunch time, the second in an alley beside the theatre.
She followed the blonde at a safe distance, watching as she
raked through lingerie and then tried on a pair of shoes. How many strangers had
fucked her since their last meeting, she wondered lustfully? When the girl
headed into a department store, selected some garments, and disappeared into the
fitting rooms, Margo couldn’t hold back any longer. She had to have her. Had to
possess every part of her brazenly sexy body until it convulsed in orgasm.
Margo pushed open the door and stepped inside. The girl had
stripped down to her bra and thong. She registered no surprise at this sudden
intrusion. So my suspicions were right.
She was aware of me following her, and wants to be fucked.
"Emily" by Sean McCall
The fitting room was slightly larger than usual, with a chair
and several full-length mirrors. They’ll
reflect back everything, thought Margo. There was no time to waste. She sat
down on the chair and motioned for the blonde to bend over her lap. She unhooked
the bra and tugged down the thong panties. Then she kneaded and caressed every
part of the girl’s body, from her feet with their black painted toenails, to the
top of her brassy, bleached head.
The blonde’s legs strained taut and flexed with sexual tension.
Margo would have loved to spank her, but couldn’t, under the circumstances. The
sales staff would be likely to investigate any suspicious noises, and there was
no mistaking the sound of a spanking--the rhythmic smack, smack of a hand
chastising a bottom.
Instead, she settled for delivering a noiseless love spanking, a
gentle spank, spank, spank not only on the prostitute’s bottom, but all over her
back and legs. The girl writhed in something akin to ecstasy. When Margo turned
her over and spanked her breasts, tummy and pussy in the same way, the blonde
went off like a rocket. She buried her face in Margo’s breasts to stifle the
sounds.
“There, there, darling.” Margo patted the girl’s ass, which was
pumping like crazy, until the strongest of the spasms had subsided.
She had watched every minute of the action in the mirrors which
surrounded them. There she was, an elegant woman dressed in black--sleek raven
hair pinned back in a chignon, doing the most licentiously erotic things to a
naked blonde whore.
Just inches away, on the other side of the flimsy door, the
business of the store went on. The fitting rooms were filling up, and the handle
was tried. “It’s locked, there must be someone in there,” a weary voice
exclaimed. “I guess we’ll just have to wait.”
“I want to taste you,” Margo murmured against the girl’s ear.
She motioned for her to lie down on the floor. It was carpeted and smelt of rug
shampoo. The blonde drew up her knees and spread her legs wide.
Margo held the shaved outer lips apart, and traced the juicy
inner lips with her fingertip before flicking at them with her tongue. The girl
moaned, and smothered the sound with her arm.
Margo was so excited that everything around her seemed to
vanish in a scarlet fog. There was only herself, and the hooker, and the
rapturous sensations they were arousing in each other’s bodies. She slipped her
hands under the blonde’s behind and gave her the tongue-fucking of her life.
Someone tried the door again. “Is there anyone in there,” a
voice called out.
“Yes …” Margo managed to gasp in a muffled voice. It was agony
to have to take her attention off the blonde for even a second.
She slipped off her own clothes and pressed her soaking pussy
against the girl’s eager mouth. They rocked together in a perfect state of
bliss, fucking each other with their tongues, until the inevitable explosion
wracked them in spasms. It was too much. They were unable to keep silent through
this great tumultuous convulsion.
“What’s going on in there?” demanded a sales assistant. She
rapped on the door with her knuckles. “Open the door, please.”
“My … my daughter caught her skin in a zipper,” lied Margo. She
hurriedly tugged on her clothes. “We’ll be right out.”
The prostitute pulled on her scanty skirt, and wriggled into her
boots. They were like erotic conspirators, reluctant to face the world outside
their blissful cocoon.
Margo braced herself for the suspicious looks that were bound to
follow. She could hear whispering and the shuffling of impatient feet.
“Are you ready?” she asked the blonde, and when she nodded, they
strode boldly out the door with fixed smiles on their faces.
“Well, really!” The sales assistant sent them the most
blistering look of disapproval, while a few of the customers, their jaws hanging
open in amazement, began to titter.
Margo kept her head held high as she swept out of the store.
That was one place, she decided ruefully, she could never return to.
In the crowded shopping mall, she turned to the blonde. “Come
home with me,” she whispered. “I want to fuck you all night long.”
“It’ll cost you.”
“No matter, I’m sure it’ll be worth it. I intend to spank your
bottom ‘til it’s blistered, and fuck you senseless.”
The blonde beamed her approval.
In the car she sat close to Margo, who stroked her inner thighs
while she drove. The blonde moaned and opened her legs wider.
The apartment smelled musty from being closed up all day. Margo
opened a window while the blonde went into the bathroom. When she came out, she
looked like a different person. Gone was the brassy blonde hooker. Wrapped in a
towelling robe, she had washed off the garish make up and removed the wig.
“Come and sit beside me,” invited Margo.
“You know we should quit while we’re ahead, don’t you?”
“You’re right, but it’s just so frickin’ exciting.”
“Not if we’re arrested for indecent behaviour in a public
place.”
Margo kissed the girl, exploring the curvy body, naked beneath
the robe. “Okay, we won’t risk it again. I’ll miss it though, it was the hottest
sex I’ve ever had.”
“The fear of being caught,” suggested the girl, “really spices
things up.”
“Well, that was the general idea.” Margo laughed. “Our
relationship was getting a bit stale.”
The girl bent over Margo’s lap and asked to be spanked.
“What really surprised me,” Margo slipped her hand under the
girl’s belly and toyed with her clit, “is the way I got totally into the spirit
of the thing. I really began to believe the fantasy.”
Originally published January 2010