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V.S. is so much more than lingerie store to me now...
My husband thought I should post this. So, in my updates I said a sales person at Victoria Secrets helped me then helped herself to some of me. Here's that story.
I travel a lot for work and sometimes I'm rerouted before I come home. This entails having to buy clothes that are appropriate for which ever job site I go to because I travel very light: carry-on, lap-top, purse. Despite everything, I must ALWAYS have sexy lingerie to wear. On a recent trip I was rerouted and found myself in a situation where I had to attend a formal dinner. After I get to the hotel, I find the nearest mall. I buy a nice little black form fitting sequined dress and some pumps as well. I go into V.S. with the intent to buy thigh high hose, thongs and matching bra. Almost immediately this very tall, very sexy, very exotic looking 30ish salesclerk spots me. "Magda" looked like a cross between Angelina Jolie and Iman (the model married to David Bowie). Beautiful full lips, high cheek bones, jet black curly hair, lovely light brown colored skin, well proportioned breasts and butt for her height. She looked very classy in a green silk blouse which let you have a hint of her creamy full breasts at the cleavage and a short tight black skirt which accentuated her long perfect legs. This beauty was tall as well, at least 5'10" without her 3" pumps that she wore. As she glided gracefully to me, she held her hand out and introduced herself. The sound of her Russian accent made me instantly wet as well as the firm yet soft touch of her hand as we exchanged formalities. I told her what I came in for and she told me she'd be willing to do anything she could to ensure my satisfaction. Little did I know just how far she would go.
She guessed my measurements almost exactly and told me to ready myself in one of the dressing rooms. I did as instructed and removed all my clothing and waited naked as she went to fetch several items. I was fully aware of how aroused I was as I looked at my hard and pointed nipples in the mirror and slid a finger across my slick moist pussy. When she arrived, she knocked and then entered. I was a little taken aback at first but settled down as she proceeded as this was normal procedure and was very professional despite my being naked in front of her. She brought several different sets for me to try. Many times her hand would graze my breasts, butt and pussy as she would "adjust" fabric here and there to make things appear "just right." After each set she would gaze at me in the mirror like an artist looking over a masterpiece. "ja, ja" she would say if she approved and if she didn't it would be "nyet!" and remove the clothing herself as fast as I would let her. The scene was surreal. Finally, she had me try on this gorgeous black silky see through ensemble. The fabric was so sheer you could see my nipples and pussy. She looked at me again in the mirror and approved. Running her warm hand across my nipples and pussy as an excuse to "lay the material flat." She told me that that particular set was her favorite and to prove it she removed her blouse and skirt to reveal hers that she had on but in white. I looked at this tall goddess and almost couldn't believe my fortune. Here she stood modeling her perfect lovely feminine body. Her dark brown nipples and aureoles stood out in contrast against the sheer white fabric and the pout of her pussy lips looked as if they couldn't be contained. She had the slightest wisps of curly pubic hair to punctuate the whole presentation. "Is nice, ja?" she asked me with a smile that hinted to something else. I stepped to her, tiptoed and kissed her full on her beautiful red-lip sticked mouth. After what seemed like an eternity, I pulled away slowly and replied "Ja, it is good, cherie." She held me close and kissed me more insistently, letting my hands explore and undress her while she worked her tongue in my mouth. She moaned as I cupped her breasts and kneaded the nipples between my thumbs and finger. She almost melted as one of my hands drifted its way to her curly pubic trail and between the wet full pout of her dripping pussy. Her clit was sensitive as every flick made her shudder. She sucked my tongue like it was a cock in her mouth stopping only when the flicking of her clit and my probing fingers in her juicy pussy made her weak at the knees. After a few convulsive shudders, she stopped me and sat me down on a small bench. I took in the sight of her naked perfect light brown body, dark nipples, pretty pussy, long legs and her high heels. She looked down at me slyly as I removed my yet-to-be-purchased bra and thongs. "You are so beautiful" she said" beautiful body, lips, skin, beautiful everything!" Her compliments made me blush, her beauty and her accent made me even wetter. I rubbed my pussy shameless in front her, locking my gaze with her green eyes. She said, "Nyet, let me do." She got down on her knees and in between mine. I thought I was going to faint as soon as I felt her full soft lips against my pussy and her tongue lapping up my juices as if not to waste a drop. After a bit, she pursed her lips around my clit licking and sucking on it while forcefully thrusting three long and well-manicured fingers into my tight hole. I clutched her curly hair and gripped hard the the little bench as she forced from me involuntary hip thrusts and moans with every orgasm she coaxed. I could not stop coming and this woman seemed like she could not get enough of my pussy. After what seemed like 6 or 7 consecutive orgasms, she finally released her lock on my pussy. I was reduced to a quivering mess. Barely able to stand up and compose my self on shaky legs. We kissed. Got dressed. Kissed again. We exited the dressing room. (Thankfully the place was pretty empty). I paid for my new lingerie. Thanked her and left. When I got back to my hotel. I showered and got ready for my business/dinner formal. As I emptied the VS bag, Out fell a pair of white thongs, the ones "Magda" had been wearing! I smelled the perfume she wore on them. Instantly, I was wet again as I thought about our surreal encounter. Inside the bag was the receipt for my purchases with a handwritten note at the bottom from her. "Call, me. We do it again. Ja?" and her phone number. I texted her with my plans for the evening letting her know where I was staying and at what time I would be back. Almost immediately, She sent me a picture of her panty-less pussy under her skirt with the caption "Leave room for dessert." That encounter is for another blog... I have to relieve some tension from writing this...