AND THERE WERE TWO... HE has know her for several years, they had come together with a mutual interest and many friends in common. From the start they seemed meant for each other. They had very different professions, but fed of off common values and the passion for helping people. They have come to be known as one, a happinstance acceptable to both, because they truly care. SHE met him several years ago. They knew alot of the same people and had a strong mutual interest. They semed meant for each other from the start. They had many differences but were always able to work things out based on mutual respect, common values and a shared passion for people. They were known as one--accepted as a pair...but she wanted more, even though they both cared. Its what made it work. I’m not sure she will ever find me...but she looks all the time. She’s curious and wants more for herself and therefore for them both...it leads them down many a fantasy lane. Always exploring, always open...held right with mutual boundaries and the strength of the word “NO”. She was out shopping one day when she thought she saw me... --CHAPTER ONE-- At the Mall... She first saw me emerging from the dressing room at a big department store. It wasn’t very crowded, so she thought nothing of the fact that that I hadn’t completely rebuttoned my top when I came out looking for different merchandise. In fact, I was so focussed on my mission of the day that I didn’t really realize that my chest was exposed nearly to the waist, shielded by my favorite pale blue, wispy bra. It was a hot Texas day, and the a/c blower had caused my nipples to be very erect--a fact not overlooked. In fact, it must have caught her eye, because she engaged me in conversation- -all the while glancing downward at my 36C breasts. She was a likeable sort, chatty but very friendly and knowing. We quickly discovered that our missions were similar so we elected to carry on together. We selected some knit and lace halter tops to try on next, and went off to the dressing rooms together. Talking over the cubicle walls seemed to invade the world’s privacy...by the third trial top we were sharing a cubicle. It was a tight black number that made my chest pucker and look awkward with the fittings of my bra. She suggested I try it braless. I normally wouldn’t consider such manner of dress...but she was so matter of fact and encouraging. I struggled to remove the offending top so she approached to help. At first I resisted...I could do it myself. BUT, I needed her assistance in getting it over my head. WE accomplished that...and her hands lingered on my neck and began to massage lightly. “Thanks, that feels terrific” , I shared. I didn’t resist as she continued for a minute, bringing a soft moan to my lips. She unclasped my bra, reaching around to remove it by the cups. Her hands and the fabric grazed my nipples, nearly sending me into orbit. She continued her massaging action on my breasts, the soft smooth flesh yielding to her magic fingers. I couldn’t resist, it felt way too good. I turned to face her and realized for the first time that she had her button up dress UNbuttoned to below the waist. I pushed the cloth of her dress aside, exposing two of the most awesome breasts I had seen since college. They were about the same size and shape as mine, but the nipples were soooooooo inviting. I elected to “chill out” for the moment. She was right. Braless the top fit me great, really showed me off. I offered to help her try on the same one, which she did. She shrugged the top of her dress down around her waist, stretching deliciously for me to put on the black tank top. I was becoming very wet. The other few tops didn’t fit near as well...I elected to join in her braless state as we collected our things, each paid for one of the black tops and left to carry on in our mission. Next she wanted to find something to please her man. I suggested a particular shop that I knew--always found very different things there. It was a bit off the beaten path, but worth it for the treasures that were awaiting us. We had lost track of time. It was near closing time as we walked into the shop. The salegirl I knew was there and she assured us to “not bother about the hour--she aimed to please”. How prophetic her words became. We again shared a large dressing area. My friend, the salesgirl, gave us a lot of personal attention, bringing us in new things to try regularly. After a while, she had to lock up...we thought nothing of her dimming the lights--we could see just fine. The more we tried on, the more clothing remained off in between trys. I was soon down to my thong bottoms, she had even removed her pantyhose and was essentially naked to the world. In the dimmer lighting, with the soft “mall music” in the background, I found the mood to be absolutely electric. Apparently so did the salegirl, because with each new thing to try she appeared with more buttons undone....soon less clothing items...til she, too, was nearly naked. It had all occured so naturally, the mood was wonderful. I decided to be daring. I hugged my new friend, our nipples rubbing, creating those magic sparks that we both loved so much. I didn’t notice when the salesgirl came in for the last time...but did feel her slip my thong down to my ankles and join in our hug. WOW, a three way hug with me like the creme of an oreo cookie...just waiting to be eaten. After many slow minutes of touching, fondling, licking, kissing and hugging we decided to collect ourselves and all go over to her place for a dip in the pool and a few margaritas. Even the thought of her man coming home later that evening was not a deterent...the heat being generated was incredible. We all jumped in her car and sped off. On the way, I reached over from the back seat and had our salesgirl/friend nearly topless by the time we pulled in the garage. We had delighted in flashing several college age guys at a stoplite near her house. We giggled from fear as they turned to follow us. --CHAPTER TWO-- Things were cool in the pool... WE were relieved when HE came out to greet us in the drive...that was enough to get those kids to continue...out of our lives at the moment. How powerful he looked--tall and handsome and smiling like a schoolboy. He paused only momentarily when he noticed the salesgirl’s topless state, he was too focussed on HER, welcoming her “home” and greeting new friends...the perfect gentleman. What a turn on. He fixed the margaritas. Apparently he is known “throughout the land”, or at least within his circle of acquaintance, for the qualities thereof. She created the momentum while the drinks were blending there little hearts out, by slowly unbuttoning her dress from neckline to hemline. She looked magnificent in her near nudity, HE grinned a knowing grin. Not wanting to be different, the salesgirl and I approached each other with sparkles in our eyes. It didn’t take us long to join her in a near nude state. HE calmly brought us each a drink, and when we were distracted in our first gulp, calmly checked us each out between the legs. “Its official,” he announced, you’re all wet enough and pretty enough to jump in the pool. He had to excuse himself to go finish a report in his home office...what a gentleman. Little did we know his office overlooked the pool. The last of any clothing was shed as we all proceeded to cool off in the pool. There was a lot of giggling and carrying on going on for awhile...until the salesgirl and I decided to reward our host with a little two-on-one action. And I don’t mean basketball! SHE seemed to like my breasts, so I returned the favor to hers as the salesgirl started by licking her stomach, but very quickly found her way down to those soft, inner thighs. SHE could have been floating even if she hadn’t been in the water. Her ecstacy was reflected through her eyes, rapid breathing and now louder moans than I had heard all afternoon. We brought her through her first, then second, then a rapid series of multiple orgasms...and she was just getting started. Our tongues met in her mouth and I could feel every one of her orgasms in her facial reactions. That got me going--it never takes much encouragement. I had a soft, sympathetic orgasm along with her. It was this strong sense of mutuality that led us to turn on the salesgirl. I wrenched her away from between my friend’s thighs, grasping her arms behind her, offering her proud chest to my “shopping buddy”. As SHE approached to take advantage of the body being offered to her, she paused, looking upward to see that HE had been taking in all the action and was grinning widely...his hands below the level of the window. We all suspected what he had been doing and what was on his mind. We waved for him to come down and join us...his reports were apparently completed because he was there with us in a matter of seconds. But that’s another story...