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...