OK, so I'm up to 5000 words and I've finished the character development. In the other stories with these two, they have a short track record or exhibitionism and voyeurism (because I think it is pretty sexy), but I needed to develop it in order to make the shopping trip plausible.
Here is a 1000 word teaser. It's not supposed to be super-hot; just develop the characters and get your engines running - which is exactly what it did for me, but that might be over-sharing.
In my other stories (not yet published here on Lit) the girls are roommates and lovers and in this scene they are spooning and cuddling in their dorm room at night, playing a game where they discuss the hottest five things you can do with your clothes on (1,2 and 3 all reprised exhib/voyeur scenes from my other stories). This one is written from the roommate's POV because she will be the shoe shopper, so you have to switch over from the Belinda POV that I used in The Headmaster's Office and the five stories that followed it.
Enjoy and provide feedback if you like. Or provide feedback anyway; I'm such a feedback slut ;-)
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“Your turn then,” I said. “Number Five?”
“OK, you might not agree with this one,” she said tentatively.
“Try me,” I was smiling; despite her reluctant introduction, she does tend to save the best until last.
“It might just be me, but …,” she paused, “shoe shopping. You know when …”
“Oh. My. God! Yes! Shoe shopping!” I was instantly hot again. Belinda had stumbled upon a little fetish of mine that I hadn't shared with her.
“You didn't let me finish,” she complained.
“You don’t need to,” I said. “Everything about shoe shopping gets me wet. The kneeling, the feeling, parading up and down with the clerk watching your ass instead of the shoes, the straps, the buckles … hell, just everything!”
“Are you serious?” she asked. “How did I not know this?”
“It was embarrassing,” I admitted. “I wasn't brave enough to tell until you said it.”
“It sounds like you like it a lot more than me,” she giggled. “The bit I like is when the guy …”
“The hot guy?” I interrupted.
“Sure, when the hot guy is …”
“Kneeling in front of you!” I blurted.
“Yeah, kneeling in front of you; and you wonder…”
“Whether he’s trying to look up your dress!” I finished for her.
“Um, actually, I was going to say, you wonder whether he’s thinking about going down on you,” she said. “You’re a bit of an exhibitionist, aren't you?”
“Maybe a bit,” I admitted. I wanted to share my fantasy with her, but I was still a bit afraid that it was weird. “If I tell you something, promise you won’t judge?”
“Promise,” she said solemnly.
I took a deep breath; here goes. “I fantasise about a sexy shoe store clerk kneeling in front of me, stealing glances at my bare legs and – not that I have ever been brave enough to do it – I open my knees a little so he can see my panties, special ones just for shoe shopping, pale pink with a gauzy gusset so that at first glimpse he thinks he has seen the pink of my pussy. Then when I open a bit wider, he realises it was only my panties, but I watch his face and after a few moments he realises that the panties are translucent and he can see my pussy after all.” Christ, I was hot! Could Belinda feel my nipples stabbing her through the back of her nightie?
I continued: “He’s fumbling with my feet and trying not to get caught looking at my pussy, but he’s getting flustered and I can see his erection. He can’t adjust himself in front of me and he’s trying to bend over more to hide it, but it only brings his face closer to my pussy, and now I’m thinking about him going down on me – like you were saying. Watching his cock has gotten me even more aroused and I can feel myself getting moist, and I know it will soak through my panties and he will see how wet I am and then …”
“And then what?” Belinda asked breathlessly; I could feel her squirming in my arms and I was secretly pleased to be able to pay her back for the sexy stories she tells me.
“And I don’t have any more,” I said. “I don’t know where to take it from there. I don’t really want to fuck the store attendant. I’m not being prudish about it; it’s just not as hot as having him look up my dress and I think it should finish on a high note.”
I could almost hear Belinda thinking and I could certainly hear her breathing. The ring and little finger of my hand on her breast were touching her rib cage and I could feel her heart hammering nineteen to the dozen in there. This was confusing for me; what she said about not being an exhibitionist was true and I was wondering what part of my flashing fetish had her so worked up.
“In your fantasy,” she began slowly, “would you bring a lover shopping with you?”
“Um?” I thought about it for a moment. “Is that so I’d have to be more discreet? I don’t think so; it’s hot because I’m being so brazen, not because I’m frightened of being discovered.”
“What if the lover was watching you too?” she asked. “Because they wanted to see your pussy, and …” she trailed off.
“And?” I encouraged her along.
“And maybe the lover’s fantasy is to watch the clerk looking up your dress.”
“That would be OK,” I replied tentatively. Actually, that would be super hot; two people looking at me but the clerk doesn't know he is being watched. I wriggled tighter into Belinda’s body.
“And the clerk is watching you, but nobody is watching the lover, except you of course,” she went on, more confidently this time. “So she …” she paused, “um, he or she is masturbating behind the shelves across the store, maybe flashing you too while you watch.”
Oh my! What had I tapped into here?
“And then you leave the store,” she continued, “all hot and frustrated and you go straight home and have explosive sex with the lover.” She paused to let that bit sink in. “Is that finishing on a high note?”
Cuddled into me as she was, Belinda’s head was right in front of my mouth; so she could certainly tell from my breathing what I thought about it. “Yes,” I husked. “That is definitely finishing on a high note.”
“You’d only need to change one thing,” she whispered.
“What’s that?”
“The lover wouldn't be able to see your pussy from across the store,” she said. “So you might have to lose the pink panties.”
I felt a shopping trip coming on. “Would that…,” I had to clear my throat; God, why was my mouth so dry and my pussy so wet? “Would that qualify as a Special Occasion?” I asked, still wondering when I would get to see the new toy her mystery man had made for me.
Belinda didn't answer. She rolled over and pulled me close, one hand under the curve of my waist and the other stealing beneath my nightie. “We need new shoes for the Spring Ball,” she whispered in my ear.
My mouth was so dry now I couldn't even swallow. “When?” I croaked as her fingers snaked under the waistband of my panties.
“Tomorrow after school,” she replied.
We kissed. Tomorrow was going to be a long day of waiting.
Here is a 1000 word teaser. It's not supposed to be super-hot; just develop the characters and get your engines running - which is exactly what it did for me, but that might be over-sharing.
In my other stories (not yet published here on Lit) the girls are roommates and lovers and in this scene they are spooning and cuddling in their dorm room at night, playing a game where they discuss the hottest five things you can do with your clothes on (1,2 and 3 all reprised exhib/voyeur scenes from my other stories). This one is written from the roommate's POV because she will be the shoe shopper, so you have to switch over from the Belinda POV that I used in The Headmaster's Office and the five stories that followed it.
Enjoy and provide feedback if you like. Or provide feedback anyway; I'm such a feedback slut ;-)
~~~
“Your turn then,” I said. “Number Five?”
“OK, you might not agree with this one,” she said tentatively.
“Try me,” I was smiling; despite her reluctant introduction, she does tend to save the best until last.
“It might just be me, but …,” she paused, “shoe shopping. You know when …”
“Oh. My. God! Yes! Shoe shopping!” I was instantly hot again. Belinda had stumbled upon a little fetish of mine that I hadn't shared with her.
“You didn't let me finish,” she complained.
“You don’t need to,” I said. “Everything about shoe shopping gets me wet. The kneeling, the feeling, parading up and down with the clerk watching your ass instead of the shoes, the straps, the buckles … hell, just everything!”
“Are you serious?” she asked. “How did I not know this?”
“It was embarrassing,” I admitted. “I wasn't brave enough to tell until you said it.”
“It sounds like you like it a lot more than me,” she giggled. “The bit I like is when the guy …”
“The hot guy?” I interrupted.
“Sure, when the hot guy is …”
“Kneeling in front of you!” I blurted.
“Yeah, kneeling in front of you; and you wonder…”
“Whether he’s trying to look up your dress!” I finished for her.
“Um, actually, I was going to say, you wonder whether he’s thinking about going down on you,” she said. “You’re a bit of an exhibitionist, aren't you?”
“Maybe a bit,” I admitted. I wanted to share my fantasy with her, but I was still a bit afraid that it was weird. “If I tell you something, promise you won’t judge?”
“Promise,” she said solemnly.
I took a deep breath; here goes. “I fantasise about a sexy shoe store clerk kneeling in front of me, stealing glances at my bare legs and – not that I have ever been brave enough to do it – I open my knees a little so he can see my panties, special ones just for shoe shopping, pale pink with a gauzy gusset so that at first glimpse he thinks he has seen the pink of my pussy. Then when I open a bit wider, he realises it was only my panties, but I watch his face and after a few moments he realises that the panties are translucent and he can see my pussy after all.” Christ, I was hot! Could Belinda feel my nipples stabbing her through the back of her nightie?
I continued: “He’s fumbling with my feet and trying not to get caught looking at my pussy, but he’s getting flustered and I can see his erection. He can’t adjust himself in front of me and he’s trying to bend over more to hide it, but it only brings his face closer to my pussy, and now I’m thinking about him going down on me – like you were saying. Watching his cock has gotten me even more aroused and I can feel myself getting moist, and I know it will soak through my panties and he will see how wet I am and then …”
“And then what?” Belinda asked breathlessly; I could feel her squirming in my arms and I was secretly pleased to be able to pay her back for the sexy stories she tells me.
“And I don’t have any more,” I said. “I don’t know where to take it from there. I don’t really want to fuck the store attendant. I’m not being prudish about it; it’s just not as hot as having him look up my dress and I think it should finish on a high note.”
I could almost hear Belinda thinking and I could certainly hear her breathing. The ring and little finger of my hand on her breast were touching her rib cage and I could feel her heart hammering nineteen to the dozen in there. This was confusing for me; what she said about not being an exhibitionist was true and I was wondering what part of my flashing fetish had her so worked up.
“In your fantasy,” she began slowly, “would you bring a lover shopping with you?”
“Um?” I thought about it for a moment. “Is that so I’d have to be more discreet? I don’t think so; it’s hot because I’m being so brazen, not because I’m frightened of being discovered.”
“What if the lover was watching you too?” she asked. “Because they wanted to see your pussy, and …” she trailed off.
“And?” I encouraged her along.
“And maybe the lover’s fantasy is to watch the clerk looking up your dress.”
“That would be OK,” I replied tentatively. Actually, that would be super hot; two people looking at me but the clerk doesn't know he is being watched. I wriggled tighter into Belinda’s body.
“And the clerk is watching you, but nobody is watching the lover, except you of course,” she went on, more confidently this time. “So she …” she paused, “um, he or she is masturbating behind the shelves across the store, maybe flashing you too while you watch.”
Oh my! What had I tapped into here?
“And then you leave the store,” she continued, “all hot and frustrated and you go straight home and have explosive sex with the lover.” She paused to let that bit sink in. “Is that finishing on a high note?”
Cuddled into me as she was, Belinda’s head was right in front of my mouth; so she could certainly tell from my breathing what I thought about it. “Yes,” I husked. “That is definitely finishing on a high note.”
“You’d only need to change one thing,” she whispered.
“What’s that?”
“The lover wouldn't be able to see your pussy from across the store,” she said. “So you might have to lose the pink panties.”
I felt a shopping trip coming on. “Would that…,” I had to clear my throat; God, why was my mouth so dry and my pussy so wet? “Would that qualify as a Special Occasion?” I asked, still wondering when I would get to see the new toy her mystery man had made for me.
Belinda didn't answer. She rolled over and pulled me close, one hand under the curve of my waist and the other stealing beneath my nightie. “We need new shoes for the Spring Ball,” she whispered in my ear.
My mouth was so dry now I couldn't even swallow. “When?” I croaked as her fingers snaked under the waistband of my panties.
“Tomorrow after school,” she replied.
We kissed. Tomorrow was going to be a long day of waiting.
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