The Boutique Shop
Published on Saturday, September 28, 2013

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There is a lovely little boutique shop in the town that I live in just outside of NYC. The shop caters to professional women, most of whom commute to NYC daily.

I have been a consistent shopper at this store for more than five years. Over that time I have become friendly with the owner, a woman in her mid to late 30’s. We are both divorced and have exchanged sexually based remarks to each other. While nothing has ever occurred, I have always wondered!.

Last weekend when I was in she invited me to her home. In addition to her she told me there would be two other good customers coming as well. The purpose of this get together was to get a better sense of the style of clothes that she should carry and other suggestions that we might have to make the shop even more shopper friendly. The get together was to be on Friday evening at 7:00 PM at her home. I gladly accepted.

I arrived at her home on time, rang the bell and was invited in with a warm welcome….a kiss and a hug. I put my purse down and was about to follow her into the living room when she said, “I always take my shoes off when I come home. Why don’t you do the same as I am sure it will be more comfortable.”

I laughed and said, “You must have read my mind. When I noticed you in stocking feet I was going to ask if I could join you!”

With that I quickly stepped out of my heels, wiggled my toes and said, “Mmmmmmmm, that feels much better.” We then proceeded into the den where she offered me a drink.

As she was getting my drink the door bell rang. She said, “That must be the others. Would you mind letting them in?”

I got up, padded to the door, and opened it. It was the other two women, who while they arrived simultaneously, did not know each other either. I invited them in. Like myself, they were professionally dressed, although one as wearing a pair of leggings, and to boot we were all wearing black. We introduced ourselves and laughed at the fact that we were all wearing black.

One of the woman must have noticed my shoes by the door, and that I was in stocking feet, so she asked, “Should we take our shoes off?”

I said, “When I arrived, Amanda suggested that I would be more comfortable without them. Obviously I did because after a long day in heels I always look for a reason to ditch my shoes. Amanda is also shoeless, and based on the hardwood floors and rugs, I think that she would prefer it.”

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We continued to drink and we got a bit friskier. Amanda was sitting next to me on the couch and began playing footsies. Being a bit tipsy, I found it a bit arousing and did nothing to deter her. Before long we were all sitting on the floor playing footsies. No one seemed to mind, and in fact we all were enjoying it .

Amanda said that she had some new styles of clothes upstairs that she thought we would like. We followed her up to her bedroom. When we arrived she suggested that we all take off our dresses/leggings so we could more easily try on the clothes. As we had all long ago lost our inhibitions, we quickly removed our dresses/legging, and remained in our p/h and bras.

Amanda went to a closet to get the first item she wanted to show us while we sat on the bed. Sitting on the bed in just our p/h and bras we all got friskier. We began playing footsies again and rubbing each other’s nipples. Seeing this, Amanda joined us. Hands began finding other parts of the body and tongues were exchanged.

Amanda and one of the other woman were at the head of the bed while the other woman and I were at the foot. We were all kissing and exploring each other’s bodies. I felt a foot make its way up to my vaginal area, and I became even more aroused as the toes searched for and found my clitoris. Once found they began to massage it while the other foot was playing with my very erect nipples.

Still kissing the other woman, and playing with her breast, I did with my toes what Amanda was doing to me. The other two women saw what was happening, and began doing the same. This went on for quite a while. We all had multiple orgasms. The toes of our stockings were soaked with the vaginal juices of another woman.

After we were all sated, we laid on the bed in a peaceful bliss.

We finally all arose, cleaned up a bit, put our dresses on, and headed downstairs, retrieved our shoes, and said goodnight. Amanda suggested that we get together again in the near future. Not a single one of us said no!