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Subject: {ASSM} "Deal" by deirdre  (FF, MF, oral)  -- rp by H. Jekyll and PleaseCain
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Date: Sat, 07 Jan 2006 03:10:14 -0500
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Deal  (FF, MF, oral)

By deirdre

*****

NOTE: We are not the authors of this story. "deirdre" was the enigmatic
queen of Usenet sex stories in the mid-1990s. She posted 156 stories in
just over two years, using an anonymous remailer and apparently *never*
corresponding with anyone (though she did give permission to repost her
stories to non-commercial sites). She was last heard from in late April
1996. We will repost all 156 stories, with comments by her, in
alphabetical order, between now and the 10th anniversary of her
"retirement." In the coming months, we will announce a "deirdre-fest"
for this Spring. Meanwhile, enjoy! 

To contact us: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com, or PleaseCain@aol.com. 

*****


Disclaimer: this is not reality; it is a string of words. The author
does not wish to live out the experiences described. The author does
not wish anyone to live out the experiences described. If you lack the
maturity to grasp this disclaimer, then under no circumstances read
this story without the express permission and guidance of someone more
mature. -- deirdre


Deal 
by deirdre

Caught! That's the only way to describe it. My wife, Jennifer, said she
had to shop for some clothes, and we were at the mall, so I ended up
accompanying Jennifer at the clothing store. Waiting, over and over,
for my wife to try on yet another outfit. Caught.

Oh, she was happy to ask my opinion about each item she tried on, and I
did my best to offer her the kind of advice she sought, but still I sat
there a lot thinking about being outside--anywhere but there. She did
try on a few rather sexy dresses, and soon she tried on some swim
suits. Jennifer is great to look at, and I have to admit I did enjoy
watching when she came out in some of those suits. The saleswoman was
picking out suits for Jennifer to try on--she had picked out some of
the sexier dresses too--and Jennifer seemed to go along with it and it
looked to me like she was enjoying the effect that the show was having
on me.

Then once when Jennifer was in the dressing room, the saleswoman edged
up to me and said "Do you mind if I make a try for her?" It took a few
seconds for me to digest that, coming right out of the blue.

"What?" was my brilliant reply.

"Do you mind if I make a try for her? Please? I'll make it worth your
while."

"She's not into that."

"Just say I can try. Please? I'll make sure you don't regret it...
Please?"

"Well, you can try," was my final pronouncement. I thought about how
quickly Jennifer would drag me out of there if the woman really did it.
I glanced at the woman. She was a little shorter than Jennifer and had
dark hair--almost black--and seemed to be in her thirties though she
was quite attractive. A lesbian. I was intrigued.

Then Jennifer came out in another swimsuit: a one-piece that was cut
pretty high in the leg. She did look delicious. I surreptitiously
glanced at the saleswoman. Now that I looked for it, I could see that
she was entranced. She had another swimsuit in her hand, a little white
bikini, and finally she told Jennifer the suit looked great, and then
pressed the bikini into her hands.

As soon as Jennifer was back into the changing room, the woman told me
to come with her and dragged me through a door into the stock room. She
took me to a spot next to some boxes and told me to wait there. Then
she went back out. I waited there, wondering. In a minute, she came in
another door to the stock room which apparently came from the changing
rooms. She was drawing Jennifer with her. "Here, I'll fix this," she
said and she was adjusting Jennifer's suit, pulling here and moving a
strap there. I couldn't believe how much she could get her hands on
Jennifer in such a natural way!

Then she told Jennifer that she should wear a different top with it,
and in a second, she had Jennifer's top off! She looked around as if to
make sure no one was around, and then told Jennifer that she'd be back
in a second. Then she was gone!

Jennifer had her arms crossed to cover her breasts, and she looked very
uncomfortable. She looked around, nervously. Then the saleswoman was
back with another top. She was immediately behind Jennifer, putting in
on her, and as soon as she had it on, she had her arms underneath
Jennifer's adjusting it. Then she said Jennifer should have a different
bottom. She dashed out again, leaving Jennifer there and was back in
seconds. Once again, Jennifer looked very self-conscious waiting for
her there, though now she had a full swimsuit on. When the saleswoman
got back, she very quickly had Jennifer's bottom off! I don't think
Jennifer knew what was coming! The woman held the new bottom up as if
she were seeing what it would look like on Jennifer, and then was
putting it on her, herself. She adjusted it a bit, and smoothed it
down, and then all of the sudden, her fingers were inside the front.
And the fingers of her other hand were inside the back.

"Hey!" Jennifer didn't say it too loud, but she sounded surprised and
alarmed.

"Relax," said the saleswoman. She seemed completely unconcerned, but
very serious and as if she meant business. Jennifer still looked
alarmed, but in seconds she was breathing hard and as I watched her
face, it melted from alarm into a faraway stare with her mouth hanging
open. She looked as if she were in a trance. The bottom came off again
and I could see that the woman was pushing fingers into Jennifer's cunt
while fingering the top of her slit. Her other hand was on Jennifer's
ass and it looked like she was pushing a finger into Jennifer's rear.
Jennifer just kept staring into space as her breathing became heavier
and heavier. Suddenly the woman lifted one hand and grabbed Jennifer's
head and pulled it to her own and they were kissing. The woman was
obviously taking the lead and still had her other hand between
Jennifer's legs. Jennifer was breathing so hard, she was having trouble
keeping up the kiss. Her eyes were closed and she looked like she would
fall down if the woman didn't have her hand behind her neck pulling her
into the kiss. Finally, I could tell Jennifer was coming and the woman
pulled her into a one-armed hug. Jennifer's arms were still at her side
and she was still wearing just the bikini top.

In a minute, the woman got Jennifer standing on her own feet again and
told her she had better hurry and get dressed or her husband would be
wondering what became of her. She practically pushed Jennifer back into
the dressing room and then quick as a flash, she was over to where I
was crouching and watching from my hiding place.

"Stand up, quickly!" she said in a hurried whisper. When I stood up,
she was immediately on her knees in front of me, and had unzipped my
pants. She had my cock in her mouth in seconds and was sucking on it
hard and bobbing her head back and forth. She stopped to lick it a
couple of times. And I was hard, and she could get it down her throat
and it was amazing! In seconds, I was coming and she swallowed without
hesitating. Then she licked and sucked it clean, and put it back and
zipped my pants and pushed me out. On the way out she said in a low
voice: "You should be fucking her ass. Every day if you can manage it."

I was back out before Jennifer was finished getting dressed. She came
out and both the woman and I were casually standing around. Jennifer
ended up buying one of the dresses she had tried on before the
swimsuits. When we left, the saleswoman told us to make sure we come
again soon.



		
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