The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotica (76 page)

The shoe was slipped on with a delicious slowness, the tips of Sarah’s fingers brushing against Jayne’s instep, ankle, and the top of her foot. Her eyes closed temporarily in
pleasure and her legs came together slightly in an automatic response to the small tremor of delight that filled her vagina and made her tingle.

When Jayne opened her eyes again she found Sarah quickly looking away, a smile and a flush upon her face as she took the left shoe and prepared to place it on the other foot with the same gentle
ease that made Jayne melt.

Then Sarah sat submissively at her feet, ready to assist in any way she could. The sight of her so willing and waiting, so ready to serve, turned Jayne on and she could feel the heat between her
legs rising further in reaction to the manager’s subservient position on the floor.

Sarah saw the craving in the other woman’s eyes and felt herself become wet, the way she was sitting helping to accentuate the presence of her thong as it became damp and pressed against
her, parting her lips with a hidden deliciousness.

She shifted, feeling the thong tighten further, enjoying the secret sensations as the woman before her looked around the shop in a desperate attempt to distract herself, to calm the lust she was
clearly feeling.

Sarah took a deep breath and then took the plunge. “What’s your name?” she asked in a whisper, their eyes meeting and the electricity of lust passing between them with a
surprising strength.

“Jayne,” she responded.

“What are you doing after work?”

Jayne’s heart fluttered now she knew the feelings of attraction were mutual. “Nothing,” she replied, swallowing hard, wanting her desire to be fulfilled, wishing Sarah would
reach out and touch the centre of her growing heat.

“Meet me here,” the manager instructed simply.

“Okay.” Jayne nodded and took a steadying breath as Sarah leant forward to remove the shoes.

She slowly took them off one at a time, making sure her fingers brushed Jayne’s skin, invisible sparks crackling, the contact intense despite its apparent triviality. Both women’s
physical awareness was heightened in their close proximity, both finding the touch of skin on skin almost overpowering.

Sarah packed the shoes back into the black box as her heart pounded. “You didn’t really want these, did you?” she asked with a smile, delicately curved, ginger lashes batting
as she blinked, pupils dilated as she continued to feel the warm pleasure between her legs.

Jayne shook her head. “No, not really,” she admitted, a thin smile on her lips as she licked them, the movement of her tongue slow and measured, Sarah watching it, imagining it
playing across her stomach, making the muscles jump and skip with its considered touch as she moved to explore lower.

There was a moment of silence and then Sarah rose to her feet. “I’ll see you later,” she whispered as they reluctantly parted.

Jayne nodded again and waited for a few moments before standing and exiting the shop, her gaze taking in the generous curves of Sarah’s figure as the assistant who’d first approached
her smiled sweetly as she left and a tall, serious looking man in a pin-stripe suit peered into the shop.

Sarah walked to the stairs at the back of the shop and stopped on the landing halfway down. Putting the shoebox on the floor, she unlocked the red door beside her and stepped out into the cool
freshness of the small yard which belonged to the shop and served as a suntrap in the summer months.

Locking the door behind her, she moved over to the white, plastic garden table and three matching chairs, seating herself on the nearest one. With her right hand, Sarah undid the clasp of her
trousers and then gently pulled the zip down, closing her eyes, listening to the soft sound and letting the expectation of what was to come fill her, images of Jayne seated before her in her
mind’s eye.

Enclosed by four brick walls, Sarah sat in the yard and pushed her hand inside her trousers. She gradually pulled the thong aside, enjoying its movement against her eager vulva as it rubbed her
slightly protruding lips. Sarah sighed as her middle finger ran the length of her vagina, slid in the wetness and heat which had been building. It moved to her clitoris, rubbing gently, the pulses
of electricity it radiated making her gasp each time they jolted through her nerves. She imagined Jayne’s tongue there, her head buried between her legs as she licked and held her open with
her hands, exposing her.

Using her index finger to massage her clitoris, Sarah slipped the tip of her middle finger inside slowly. She moved it with increasing quickness as her clitoris continued to send spine melting
sensations through her body and she imagined Jayne’s tongue delving within. In her mind she ran her hands through the other woman’s long, dark hair, pulling her tongue closer, feeling
it enter and explore her. She imagined hot breath upon her skin, her body alive with the thrill of Jayne’s touch.

The sudden knock on the red door made Sarah jump.

“Sarah, are you out there?” It was Vicky’s voice.

“Yes,” she replied croakily before clearing her throat, her fingers stilled, but pulse still racing.

“I think the area manager is here,” said the young shop assistant.

Sarah sighed. “Perfect timing,” she mumbled sarcastically as she quickly withdrew her hand and did up her trousers. “I’ll be there in a minute,” she called back to
the girl.

She stood and took the key from her pocket. Adjusting her thong and taking a few deep breaths, she glanced up at the cloudy sky before stepping over to the door, feeling very unenthusiastic
about meeting the new area manager.

When Jayne left the shop she’d completely forgotten about her lost handbag. Her mind was filled with a maelstrom of thought which whirled around Sarah and the meeting that was promised for
later in the day. Her legs were a little weak as she headed for the shopping centre’s car park, her pace quick as she longed to relieve her sexual tension.

The sound of her heels echoed as she walked up to her silver hatchback on level three. The indicators flashed as she disabled the alarm and put the key in the door.

Once inside she took a deep breath and then stared ahead at the brick wall in front of the car. Her vagina throbbed as she thought about Sarah’s lips, her eyes, her attentiveness as she
crouched before her in the shop. Jayne recalled the touch of her fingertips and closed her eyes, mouth opening slightly as she slid her hand under the rain coat and rubbed herself.

The movement of her hand was slow at first, but the rhythm increased steadily with the pressure she applied. Regularly glancing in her mirrors to make sure no one had noticed her activity, she
slipped her hand inside her trousers and immediately pushed a finger into herself, overcome with urgency.

The finger delved, pushed, writhed, brought her ever closer to climax. Her breathing became heavy and her eyes remained tightly closed, Jayne forgetting where she was as she thought about the
manager of the shoe shop.

The orgasm rushed through her and she stifled a small yell as her legs trembled violently, feet involuntarily kicking out against the pedals. With teeth gritted, she took deep breaths, the
tension which had arisen in her muscles fading and being replaced by a deep sense of calm.

Her eyes snapped open when she heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Looking in her driver’s side mirror she saw one of the car park security guards coming towards the car with a
serious expression on his young face.

Jayne quickly put the key in the ignition as the stocky man walked alongside the hatchback. He knocked on the driver’s window and she pressed the button for it to descend.

“Hello, officer. Can I help you?” she asked with as much innocence as she could muster, well aware that her cheeks were flushed and there was a slight sheen of sweat on her
forehead.

“Is everything all right?” he enquired, bowing slightly so that he could peer into the car’s interior.

“Yes, everything’s fine, thank you.” Jayne smiled at him and started the engine.

The officer looked at her with a frown as she put the hatchback in reverse and carefully pulled out of the parking space. With a quick look into her rear-view mirror to confirm he was still
watching, Jayne drove towards the exit, a little disappointed she hadn’t been able to enjoy the fullness of her orgasm, the feelings now only faint as she concentrated on driving.

Still, hopefully this evening will be better, she thought as she smiled at herself and left the car park.

By the time Jayne saw her reflection in the glass of the shoe shop’s door she was feeling a heady mixture of excitement and nervous tension. The steel shutters were already lowered over
the windows and all the lights were turned off inside. She raised her hand to shield her eyes and peered in, but there was no sign of Sarah.

With hands trembling, Jayne knocked gently and the door rattled slightly.

She waited, but there was no response.

Looking both ways along the street, Jayne then took a deep breath and tried the handle, her mouth dry. The door opened silently and she quickly stepped in, not wishing to be seen entering the
apparently closed establishment.

“Sarah?” she called apprehensively. “Are you there?”

“Lock the door,” came Sarah’s instruction from somewhere in the darkness at the back of the shop.

Jayne tried to make her out in the gloomy interior, but could see nothing. She turned and found a bunch of keys dangling from the lock and did as she’d been told, the latch clicking
shut.

“Take a seat,” said the manager from her hiding place.

Jayne breathed in the strong smell of leather and walked over to the cushioned stool where she’d sat earlier that day, beyond the view through the glass of the front door. As she sat down
she heard Sarah’s steps on the stairs and turned to the sound. Somewhere in the darkness the manager flicked a switch and a light came on in the display of shoes before Jayne. Sarah calmly
stepped from behind the counter, a large grin on her lightly freckled face.

Jayne’s eyes widened as she took in the fantastically erotic sight. Sarah stood near the counter completely naked bar a pair of black knee-high boots. She looked ghostly, her skin as pale
as snowdrops in early spring in contrast with the leather.

Sarah felt her heat grow as the other woman’s gaze drank in her nudity appreciatively. She walked slowly towards her, arms loose at her sides, wrists rubbing gently against the curves of
her hips as she caught the faint scent of her arousal and felt the downy hairs on her inner thighs brushing together with a sensual subtlety.

Coming to a halt before the other woman, Sarah smiled down, her nakedness accentuated by the single light shining nearby and their aloneness in the silence of the shop. Jayne’s gaze roved
up and down her bare flesh, pausing at her large breasts with their pale nipples and again at the rise of deep ginger pubes between her curvaceous legs.

“Touch me,” whispered Sarah, her exposure turning her on as Jayne sat before her, their roles reversed from earlier that day; Sarah now in the position of power.

Jayne hesitated and then raised her hands to Sarah’s stomach, fingertips touching the warmth of her pale skin and stroking the gentle curve of her slightly rounded belly. Her hands slid
over Sarah’s hips and round to her buttocks, the manager taking a step closer as Jayne watched her fingers on the silken skin in the mirror opposite them. Sarah’s scent wafted to her as
she raised her hands to the other woman’s soft breasts. She followed their curves and circled the erect nipples slowly.

“Pinch them,” said Sarah huskily.

Jayne did as she was told, taking the firm nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, rolling them carefully and then applying more pressure. Her palms pressed against the warm skin of the
manager’s breasts, felt their malleable softness.

Sarah took another small step closer, her ginger pubes now right in front of Jayne’s face, a heady mix of leather and the scent of her sex filling her nostrils.

“Use your tongue,” said Sarah, laying her right hand on the back of Jayne’s head and pulling her closer, legs parting slightly.

Jayne saw the pink lips peeking from between mounds of flesh which contained her desire. Leaning forward, she kissed Sarah’s abdomen, the muscles quivering beneath her skin. Then Jayne ran
her tongue down the inside of the manager’s left thigh, eyes closing, lust filling her as she gently licked at the exposed lips, barely touching them at first.

Sarah felt the brush of the other woman’s tongue between her legs and sighed. Hot breath caressed her thighs as Jayne’s tongue pushed harder against her, parted her as hands still
toyed with her breasts, squeezing them and rubbing the stiff nipples.

Jayne moved her left hand down Sarah’s smooth belly and opened the manager wide with her fingers. Her tongue delved deeper, circled the edge of the wet entrance and then slid inside to
explore within.

Sarah grasped the hair of the woman seated before her and moaned aloud, feeling exposed and aroused by her attentions. “Deeper,” she said with a sense of urgency.

Jayne’s tongue moved further within, curling and wiggling with a deliberate slowness that made Sarah want her more with every passing moment. Her thumb massaged the clitoris, sent little
sparks of delight flashing through her, legs trembling a little and feeling weak.

Suddenly Jayne stopped, slowly withdrew her tongue and hands.

Sarah’s eyes opened and she looked down. “Don’t stop,” she said with cheeks flushed. “Please, don’t stop.”

Jayne simply smiled up, ginger pubes glistening in front of her face. She pulled back further and then stood, Sarah stepping back in her knee-high boots, the leather creaking softly.

Jayne quickly undid her smart black trousers and pulled them down with her white knickers in one, fluid motion. The dark triangle was revealed between her legs and Sarah grinned.

Sitting back down, Jayne reached for the manager’s hands and pulled Sarah towards her.

She resisted. “No. I want to see everything,” she said, pulling her hands free.