Post by goldenmyst on Jul 22, 2018 19:09:36 GMT -6
Shopping at Macy's
“George if my words can persuade your lovely wife into sleeping with me then you will get your wish. You just need to prepare her for my seduction by convincing her of the wonders of the home court boost. If her bicuriosity gets the best of her you’ll get the naughty details from me because she likely won’t kiss and tell for fear of making you jealous. So don’t blow our cover because if you tell her that we planned this together she may feel betrayed and hurt. Do you understand me?” Chrissy gives him a dirty smile but sharing his wife with this vixen gives him tremors of both arousal and angst.
Back home George addresses his wife. “Madness becomes you, my love. Those green pools of light in your eyes bewitch me to join your insanity.”
“Oh come on. You’re just saying that to charm the pants off me. I see through your guise. You don’t have the key to my zipper tonight.”
George says, “Well on that subject let’s cuddle on the couch. I have an erotic movie you’d love. It is artfully crafted, unlike porn.”
“Well when you put it that way, why not? I love those classy skin flicks. So let’s lie back and enjoy the show.”
“Ok, here it goes. I’ll scan through the previews. Ahhh here our visual feast begins. Hold on tight my love. You’re in for the ride of your life.”
Judy says, “Oh hey now, this is just a night at the movies. We’ll leave to destiny what happens.”
The movie scene is of two women painted blue holding hands in a poppy field.
“How did you know I have a sweet spot for lesbian erotica? This is really working for me. You sure know how to get me hot. How did you know?”
“Well, I had a male intuition. I saw you gaze at the women as we walked through the campus back in college. There was more than a passing interest. You looked fascinated, even hypnotized.”
“My darling George you see into my heart. But you wouldn’t want me to be with a woman? Would you? You want me for yourself?”
“Of course I do. But you know us men. We have fantasies.”
“Before we have that heavenly trio, I’d want to be introduced to the euphoria of a woman properly as a duet, just me and her.”
Judy and Chrissy enter Macy’s. Judy says, “You really picked a public setting for this. Why not do it at your place?”
Chrissy says, “Doing it at home is such a mediocre idea. These dressing booths will provide ample privacy. Don’t fret honey.”
Chrissy stands at the counter glowing like the female essence, as Judy tries on perfume, the scent lingering as she breathes. Each exhalation is a prayer that Chrissy will see in her more than the timid college girl.
Chrissy follows her with her eyes, as Judy seems to float across the floor carrying a long black dress. Judy’s raven hair cascades across her creamy shoulders, the olive skin of her back exposed as she walks past her.
Chrissy’s gaze follows her back with her dress clinging to her bottom like a second skin. Judy passes like an angelic apparition behind the curtains of the dressing room. Chrissy looks around and is wary of intruding salespeople. The cornflake girl at the counter is busy with other customers. Chrissy slips ghostlike into Judy’s privacy.
Once behind the curtains, there is no pretense between them. All fear of knowing Chrissy is banished from her mind.
Chrissy says to Judy, “My darkling girl you look ravishing. I love that you chose your black mascara and lipstick for our fornication.”
Judy pirouettes. “Don’t I look like a Goth whore? I love to entice you with my sluttish ways.”
With her agile fingers, she removes Judy’s belt and unveils her pre-exhibition drapery. Chrissy boldly reaches into the apex of Judy’s thighs feeling the moist expression of her gratitude like no words could convey. Judy’s hand is still obediently behind her, bracing her against the wall and her knees bend reflexively.
Chrissy says, “Make the sounds you make for George when you’re making love.”
Judy warbles, “Coo, coo, coo.”
Chrissy laughs. “You mean you imitate a dove?”
“Just at the beginning because it gets me in the mood. He likes to call me his little bird.”
“What about when you come? Do you scream?”
She says, “I go Unhh, ooh, aah.” Judy hears giggling outside and wonders what the customers must think.
Chrissy says, “Hands against the wall and spread them.” She kneads Judy’s patootie like a mad baker rolling dough with plenty of elbow grease. Then Chrissy takes her from behind with a hand jive on their junket to paradise until Judy’s cells quake like a hillside of Aspen in fall.
Judy sinks to the floor with euphoria written in her glazed eyes. A smile glows on her face. Tears stream down Judy’s cheeks. Chrissy dresses her. They step out of the cocoon into the dream of life and the possibility of love. They emerge from the curtains while holding hands like schoolgirls. The sales girl looks at Chrissy with her mouth hanging open in shock.
Chrissy smiles and says, “Sorry about the mess we made.” They pass through the revolving doors, into the brilliant sunlight.
Back at the ranch, George greets Judy at the door. “What happened to your makeup? Your lipstick is smudged all over your face.”
“Oh, Chrissy took me to Macy’s. She was putting on my lip gloss and well she is so clumsy.”
“Did you get that dress you were looking for?”
“Oh, darling I didn’t do any shopping. The home court boost you talked to me about just isn’t worth it for me.”
“So you made out with Chrissy?”
“Yea, we did it in the dressing room of all places.”
“What a daring pair you two made! You made love in the changing room.”
“I hope you aren’t mad at me. You seemed to be keen on the idea.”
“She was going to tell me about it but I’d rather hear about it from you.”
“Thanks for the early Christmas present. So you two planned it. Somehow I’m not surprised.”
“How did it feel darling?”
“It felt natural and beautiful, like Eden without Adam where my Eve was taken firmly underhand by her Lilith.”
“Is this the new you?”
“Though my temp experience in same-sex lovemaking is on my portfolio it doesn’t qualify me as a lesbian.”
“George if my words can persuade your lovely wife into sleeping with me then you will get your wish. You just need to prepare her for my seduction by convincing her of the wonders of the home court boost. If her bicuriosity gets the best of her you’ll get the naughty details from me because she likely won’t kiss and tell for fear of making you jealous. So don’t blow our cover because if you tell her that we planned this together she may feel betrayed and hurt. Do you understand me?” Chrissy gives him a dirty smile but sharing his wife with this vixen gives him tremors of both arousal and angst.
Back home George addresses his wife. “Madness becomes you, my love. Those green pools of light in your eyes bewitch me to join your insanity.”
“Oh come on. You’re just saying that to charm the pants off me. I see through your guise. You don’t have the key to my zipper tonight.”
George says, “Well on that subject let’s cuddle on the couch. I have an erotic movie you’d love. It is artfully crafted, unlike porn.”
“Well when you put it that way, why not? I love those classy skin flicks. So let’s lie back and enjoy the show.”
“Ok, here it goes. I’ll scan through the previews. Ahhh here our visual feast begins. Hold on tight my love. You’re in for the ride of your life.”
Judy says, “Oh hey now, this is just a night at the movies. We’ll leave to destiny what happens.”
The movie scene is of two women painted blue holding hands in a poppy field.
“How did you know I have a sweet spot for lesbian erotica? This is really working for me. You sure know how to get me hot. How did you know?”
“Well, I had a male intuition. I saw you gaze at the women as we walked through the campus back in college. There was more than a passing interest. You looked fascinated, even hypnotized.”
“My darling George you see into my heart. But you wouldn’t want me to be with a woman? Would you? You want me for yourself?”
“Of course I do. But you know us men. We have fantasies.”
“Before we have that heavenly trio, I’d want to be introduced to the euphoria of a woman properly as a duet, just me and her.”
Judy and Chrissy enter Macy’s. Judy says, “You really picked a public setting for this. Why not do it at your place?”
Chrissy says, “Doing it at home is such a mediocre idea. These dressing booths will provide ample privacy. Don’t fret honey.”
Chrissy stands at the counter glowing like the female essence, as Judy tries on perfume, the scent lingering as she breathes. Each exhalation is a prayer that Chrissy will see in her more than the timid college girl.
Chrissy follows her with her eyes, as Judy seems to float across the floor carrying a long black dress. Judy’s raven hair cascades across her creamy shoulders, the olive skin of her back exposed as she walks past her.
Chrissy’s gaze follows her back with her dress clinging to her bottom like a second skin. Judy passes like an angelic apparition behind the curtains of the dressing room. Chrissy looks around and is wary of intruding salespeople. The cornflake girl at the counter is busy with other customers. Chrissy slips ghostlike into Judy’s privacy.
Once behind the curtains, there is no pretense between them. All fear of knowing Chrissy is banished from her mind.
Chrissy says to Judy, “My darkling girl you look ravishing. I love that you chose your black mascara and lipstick for our fornication.”
Judy pirouettes. “Don’t I look like a Goth whore? I love to entice you with my sluttish ways.”
With her agile fingers, she removes Judy’s belt and unveils her pre-exhibition drapery. Chrissy boldly reaches into the apex of Judy’s thighs feeling the moist expression of her gratitude like no words could convey. Judy’s hand is still obediently behind her, bracing her against the wall and her knees bend reflexively.
Chrissy says, “Make the sounds you make for George when you’re making love.”
Judy warbles, “Coo, coo, coo.”
Chrissy laughs. “You mean you imitate a dove?”
“Just at the beginning because it gets me in the mood. He likes to call me his little bird.”
“What about when you come? Do you scream?”
She says, “I go Unhh, ooh, aah.” Judy hears giggling outside and wonders what the customers must think.
Chrissy says, “Hands against the wall and spread them.” She kneads Judy’s patootie like a mad baker rolling dough with plenty of elbow grease. Then Chrissy takes her from behind with a hand jive on their junket to paradise until Judy’s cells quake like a hillside of Aspen in fall.
Judy sinks to the floor with euphoria written in her glazed eyes. A smile glows on her face. Tears stream down Judy’s cheeks. Chrissy dresses her. They step out of the cocoon into the dream of life and the possibility of love. They emerge from the curtains while holding hands like schoolgirls. The sales girl looks at Chrissy with her mouth hanging open in shock.
Chrissy smiles and says, “Sorry about the mess we made.” They pass through the revolving doors, into the brilliant sunlight.
Back at the ranch, George greets Judy at the door. “What happened to your makeup? Your lipstick is smudged all over your face.”
“Oh, Chrissy took me to Macy’s. She was putting on my lip gloss and well she is so clumsy.”
“Did you get that dress you were looking for?”
“Oh, darling I didn’t do any shopping. The home court boost you talked to me about just isn’t worth it for me.”
“So you made out with Chrissy?”
“Yea, we did it in the dressing room of all places.”
“What a daring pair you two made! You made love in the changing room.”
“I hope you aren’t mad at me. You seemed to be keen on the idea.”
“She was going to tell me about it but I’d rather hear about it from you.”
“Thanks for the early Christmas present. So you two planned it. Somehow I’m not surprised.”
“How did it feel darling?”
“It felt natural and beautiful, like Eden without Adam where my Eve was taken firmly underhand by her Lilith.”
“Is this the new you?”
“Though my temp experience in same-sex lovemaking is on my portfolio it doesn’t qualify me as a lesbian.”
