Story 15
Summary:
Gabby, thirty years old. She’s been working as a dress designer and runs her own dress shop. She gets a call from a potential customer wanting her to bring some clothes to her house.
Sarah, thirty years old. When gabby arrives, she's stunned by how beautiful Sarah is. Sarah begins putting on a show for her and then, with Sarah's husband Ben watching, Sarah and Gabby begin to put a show on.
Threesome, voyeurism, titty sucking, oral, jerk off, lesbian, face sitting, pussy licking, fingering, blow jobs.
Gabby got ready to shut up for the night. It hadn’t been a busy day, and she felt as though she still had plenty of energy left.
She had a small dress shop that she ran herself. Some days were busy, some were astonishingly quiet. She never got stressed out when she was too quiet as she knew that it would all balance out in the end. Nor did she get stressed out when she was very busy as she loved her work.
She designed her own dresses and loved seeing other people wearing them, finding pleasure in them.
When she had been a little girl she had dreamed of the day when she might be a model, where she’d have the chance to try on beautiful dresses and have people gaze at her in admiration.
Things hadn't worked out like that, however. She grew up to be a beautiful young woman - stunning, in fact, with a beautiful face, large, blue eyes, and jet-black hair that she kept cut into a bob that framed her face perfectly. That wasn't the problem. The problem was that she was simply too short to make it as a model.
Many men found her petite frame very attractive - she was toned and well proportioned - but she was well aware that it wouldn’t help her to become a model. Models were taller, she knew that. And she was never going to be tall.
She still got a kick out of men finding her attractive, however. Her lack of height had certainly not led to a lack of confidence. She knew that she was sexy and that men found her desirable.
She had adjusted her hopes and dreams accordingly and had moved on to something else. She had decided that she still wanted to be involved with fashion, and that was why she had begun designing dresses. If she couldn’t be a model then she would be the person to dress the models.
So far, it was working out well. She had dreams of one day making it to the big runways of the most illustrious fashion shows in the world, but she knew that if that was going to happen then it was a long way off. Grant, her husband, was a great source of support to her. He would tell her that if she wished for it enough then one day it would surely happen. And so she kept wishing and kept trying.
She could still remember how they had got together. It had been eight years earlier when they were both twenty-two. He was a tall, well-built, guy and there was something about the difference between them that she found alluring. She thought about how he would be able to dominate her. She liked the idea of being dominated by him.
Sure enough, when they had first hooked up it had been incredible. As soon as they got to his apartment, they had been kissing. He had kissed her roughly and she had reached up to wrap her arms around him. She had felt his arms slip around her and felt his hands grab hold of her ass, lifting her up.
He pushed her up against the wall and she wrapped her legs around him. They were kissing wildly, passionately. She felt him pushing himself against her, felt his hard cock against her body, even through his pants she could feel it.
She began undoing his shirt. She kept one hand wrapped around him and moved the other one over his body, feeling his muscles, feeling how solid he felt.
He took her into his bedroom. By this point she was kissing his body, the best that she could, bending down to kiss any part of him that her mouth could reach.
He tossed her down onto the bed as though she didn’t weigh anything - of course, to him she probably didn’t.
He looked down at her. She wanted to tease him, so she pulled her top up over her head and then pulled her jeans down so that she was lying there wearing nothing but her underwear, ready for him to come to her.
He pulled his shirt off, letting her get an even better look at his body, and then pulled his pants off. Now she could see his cock pushing at his boxer shorts. It drove her wild and made her want it even more.
He had come to her on the bed. She had loved feeling his weight on her and then she had loved feeling his big, strong, hands on her body, possessing her entirely.
He had kissed her roughly again but then he had become more gentle, more tender, yet somehow even more urgent as his desire built.
She could feel his cock pushing against her body. She was sure that she could feel it throbbing as it lay against her - the hardness of his cock contrasting with her soft, supple, little body.
His big hands on her - they made her feel so tiny. His hands were on her breasts after he had pulled her bra off - they were one part of her that was not as petite as the rest of her, being a good size - and he seemed to be loving them.
He kissed them and she began to moan. He ground his cock against her body and she knew that he wouldn’t be able to wait much longer.
She pushed her hand down into his pants and took hold of his big, hard, cock. It felt hot and heavy in her hand. She pulled on it frantically. She still wanted more of it.
He was happy to oblige. He went to his knees next to her head and she turned her head to one side to suck on his cock.
She felt his fingers pushing into her panties. He was surprisingly gentle with his touch then, knowing just how to pleasure her.
As she continued to suck on his cock, he lay down in the opposite direction so that her pussy was now in front of her. She felt him pushing her panties down and then his tongue began to pleasure her. It had felt good before, with his fingers, but now he was reaching her, bringing her pleasure, in ways that she had never known before.
She cried out. He stayed down there for a long time and she felt the pleasure building and building. She sucked on his cock with even greater enthusiasm.
She felt her orgasm hit as she felt him cum in her mouth. She had never known that it could be so good - with just his tongue!
He still had more to offer, however. Soon enough, they were both ready to go again and this time, after some foreplay with their mouths again. He rolled her over onto her back.
She felt his cock pushing at the outside of her pussy, rubbing at her clit, and then he slid it inside her, stretching her pussy out. She cried out again now with the pleasure building in all-new, unimaginable ways. His cock felt huge inside her but her pussy was wet and slick, so he slid in easily.
He fucked her hard, both of them wanting it with a wild, pulsating, animalistic desire.
She came again and it was even better than before.
Now, all these years later, they were happily married and still enjoying incredible sex. They both had busy lives, however, and so they didn’t get to enjoy it quite as often as they would have liked.
On this particular evening, Gabby was thinking about what to do with all of this excess energy that she had. She had hoped that Grant would be home when she got there, but he had called her earlier to confirm that he would be working late and it wasn't going to work out.
She was just thinking that she would like to have something else to do with her time when a call came in.
It was a woman’s voice on the phone.
"Hi," the voice said, "I was at your shop today and ever since I returned home I've been thinking about your designs. I would like to try some of them on and...well, I have quite a busy schedule so I was wondering if you offered a service whereby you could visit my home with a few of your dresses so that I could try them on. Just to be clear, we're not time-wasting here. I adored your designs and I definitely want to buy something, the sooner the better."
At first, Gabby didn’t quite know how to respond. But then she couldn’t really think of any reason not to do it.
“Sure,” she said, “Why not?”
The woman gave her all of her measurements and explained just what it was that she was looking for. Gabby made notes as quickly as possible and then took the address of the woman, who introduced herself as Sarah.
Sarah explained that her husband would be there as well so that she could get his opinion as well.
"We'll have our very own little fashion show!" she told Gabby, who smiled to herself thinking about it. It sounded like it might be fun.
She gathered up a selection of her dresses. She felt as though she wanted to show Sarah some of her best pieces. She had sounded so keen on the phone, that it made Gabby feel excited about her work.
She drove over to the address she’d been given and headed to the front door.
A man answered. He reminded her slightly of Grant, her husband. He was powerfully built with a handsome, somewhat arrogant, face. He was wearing a shirt and smart trousers.
He introduced himself as Sarah’s husband Ben. He ushered her inside and walked her through to a large room where a woman was sitting.
Gabby froze for a second when she saw her. The woman had given her the measurements for the dresses so she had some idea what to expect, but she hadn’t imagined someone quite so beautiful. This woman really could have been a model.
She was tall and slender. Her legs were long and her figure was slim with gentle curves.
She had a beautiful figure with delicate features and big blue eyes. She had light skin and long, thick, luxurious blonde hair. Gabby was immediately impressed with her.
She looked over at Gabby and got to her feet, slowly. She walked over to Gabby slowly and there was something sensual in the way that she moved her body, one leg in front of the other, her hips moving from side to side, and her hair bouncing around her head.
“Hi, there,” she drawled, holding out her hand for Gabby to shake, “I’m Sarah. I see you’ve met Ben. OK, let’s see what you’ve got, shall we?”