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Rachel strode down the busy sidewalks of the downtown core. The weather was wonderful, so shoppers and people-watchers were out in droves. The people-watchers in particular were having an outstanding day, as Rachel caused ever pair of eyes that landed on follow her every move.
Rachel felt like an addict — she was craving sex in any and every conceivable form. She wanted to be touched, lusted after, kissed hard, but most of all she ached to be fucked. She was daydreaming of hot flesh against hers. Her conscious mind was still trying to deal with a whole new set of fantasies as well — she'd see a beautiful woman on the street and she could picture her hands in her hair, and she'd quiver as she thought of the stranger's wet, probing tongue sliding between her spreading thighs.
The fist time the thought had surfaced, back at Megan's house, she had felt a twinge of something trying to be revulsion, but it didn't stand a chance against the surge of pleasure that flowed through her just at the idea of having her hands and mouth all over her friend's tight flesh.
But now she was alone. She was surrounded by bodies, lusting eyes, and bodies she could almost see the heat flowing off of. She needed the attention; she needed to be touched. Even the desire flowing towards her gave her a physical high. She was building to a wonderful boil, almost like foreplay she didn't want to end.
It was this buzz that her mind was rolling and revelling in that caused her to drink in the beauty of the body strolling up to her — a little bombshell at five-foot-seven with shoulder length deep brown hair, whose body curved down healthily and deliciously from a pair of full, firm breasts that moved just enough to make Rachel's mouth water — long before she recognized her. The named popped into her mind.
"Sarah! It's so great to see you again," Rachel smiled, and wondered if the way she had unconsciously slurred the "s" of Sarah's name had been as overtly sexual as it seemed to her.
Sarah's eyes were wide as she took in Rachel's outfit. The two had met a year or so ago at a support group for divorced women. Neither had stayed too long with the group, but they'd enjoyed each other's friendship enough to get together fairly regularly for drinks and laughter. Even on the wildest nights, Sarah had never seen Rachel looking like this though. Rachel's body, which caused Sarah some jealously even normally, was now fully on display.
How could she dare to go out like this, Sarah thought. The first thing she'd noticed was the black leather choker around Rachel's neck, with the glittering rhinestones spelling out "SLUT' for the whole world to see. She had to lick her lips surreptitiously as her eyes drank in the full picture — the sexy little strappy sandals, the skin-tight jeans, the midriff exposing tank top that was tightly stretched across her ample and pushed-up cleavage. Sarah actually caught her lips moving as she read the text that Rachel's breasts deliciously distorted, "I like boys AND girls."
Rachel smiled wide as she watched Sarah's eyes drink her in from top to bottom, resting just too long on her breasts. She felt her nipples freshly stiffen in response.
Sarah had never told Rachel the whole story of her divorce, in part because of a resistance she'd felt from her on the subject of any deviance from normal, heterosexual sex. She'd wanted to share, as she'd always found Rachel attractive, but it had always seemed like something too far outside the normal to risk the friendship. In fact, Sarah had experimented with women as early as college, long before her marriage even started. She wasn't sure if those longings had contributed to the marriage's decline or end, but the pleasure and comfort she could always find in the arms of another woman had made divorce seem the best thing to do when her husband's suspected infidelity had pushed a wedge between them.
Once, soon after the divorce, when Sarah had sought out pleasure and some new sensations from a Dominatrix she'd found in the free weekly paper, she had almost decided she was glad it hadn't lasted — so she could feel the knowing touch of another woman's fingers and tongue instead of the clumsy, groping hands of men.
This, however, seemed too good to be true. Rachel, one of the most beautiful and unattainable women she'd known, was standing in front of her, dressed like an apparently bisexual slut.
Neither one of them really concentrated on the words or content of the conversation that followed. They didn't move — neither could take their eyes off the other. All that was important was that with each moment that elapsed, each sound passing between them, a negotiation and confirmation was taking place.
Yes, I'm attracted to you too. Yes, I want to touch you too. Yes, I want to kiss you too. Yes, I want to fuck you too and do any number of other acts to you.
The spark of a wicked idea had lit up Rachel's mind, and she grabbed Sarah's hand in her own, and led her down the street and around the corner. The stares of the public only increased, now that there were two women together.
"Yes," thought Sarah, "this can only be a dream," as she was led by the hand into Fantasia, a large local adult toy store. The two of them were laughing out loud, pointing, snickering and letting themselves go through each and every aisle. It was as if Sarah fed off the uncontrollable lust that Rachel was victim to. Rachel was doing everything she could to make sure that Sarah felt the same way she did. If she was behind her, she'd lean close, and exhale audibly as her stiff nipples slid across Sarah's back. She'd make sure they looked at every kind of toy, giggling and chatting about how it might be used. She pulled out fetish outfits on hangers, holding them against Sarah, or sliding her hands slowly down them as she pressed them against her own curves.
Since Rachel was wearing the slut choker and the tank top, what might have normally remained flirting and joking instead ended with both women leaving the store heavily laden will full shopping bags nearly an hour later. The large red lips printed on the sides of the black bags were just one more reason for passers-by to stare at the pair of beauties.
Rachel could barely think as she walked, looking over at Sarah and seeing her body move — even in her conservative street clothes. Seeing wide eyes and craning necks at they moved together, holding hands now, she relished each leering gaze. She even wished she'd taken the time at the store to switch her outfit up a bit. Her pants were nice and tight, and they did have a low-riding waist, but she felt she'd be even more arousing if she were to show more skin, tease more eyes with a skirt that threatened with each step to expose the smooth, tight curves of her ass cheeks. She imagined a cool breeze teasing up her skirt, sliding across the wetness her aroused pussy was causing. She stopped dead — with the image in her mind so securely, she had to act.
"I need to find a washroom," she explained to the confused Sarah, who had gotten one stride past her before their interlaced fingers had stopped her. "Do you know anywhere close?"
"Is it urgent?"
Rachel bit her lower lip, thinking, and answered truthfully. "Yes, I really need to find a washroom." Her thighs were rubbing together, but not for the reason Sarah might have imagined.
"Well, actually, my work is right near here, and no one will be there on a Saturday."
"Ohhh, that's perfect."
Sarah took the lead, and after just a couple of blocks she was fitting her keys into the lock at the ominously darkened and quiet office building. It was a bit eerie for both of them, travelling the dimly lit hallways, but strangely even more so for Sarah, who was used to them brightly lit and full of colleagues. She didn't know if it was the empty feeling of the place, or the sensation of being in such a familiar location while holding hands with such a beautiful woman in such overtly sexual clothing.
"Here we go," Sarah started, as she pushed on the door of the women's washroom, only to be stopped short. "Damn, it's locked. I guess they lock the public washrooms after hours. Now what?"
Rachel was looking around in the dim light. With them alone, she could make the change anywhere, but she found she wanted to surprise her hostess. "Are there any others?"
"I know," exclaimed Sarah with a wicked smile. "My boss has his own bathroom, and it shouldn't be locked. Let's go."
Hand in hand once more, they weaved through the cubicles, matching bags of toys and clothing waving in their free hands, as they made their way to the private office in the corner, and through the richly decorated room, to the entrance to the private bath. "Here you go. I guess I'll wait here."
"I won't be but a minute," cooed Rachel, and leaned in to kiss Sarah on the cheek before disappearing behind the door.
Rachel took her time, running her fingers though the items in her bag, before deciding that all she wanted to change was indeed to show more leg. She peeled out of the tight stretchy jeans and freed her agonizingly hungry sex from the soaked thong. She re-decorated her legs with a pair of fishnet stockings with an elastic top. The tops stopped well below the gleaming black latex miniskirt she wiggled into. She looked at herself in the mirror — seeing her whole outfit come together, under the glinting letters spelling out SLUT and she visibly quivered. She pursed her lips, and dragged the candy red lipstick over them, followed by a layer of glistening lip gloss. She knew this look was perfect.
When Rachel opened the door, stepping back out into the vastness of the office, she noticed that Sarah had been a bit curious as well. Her own bag of goodies was open, and she seemed to be sorting though the items on top of her boss's large steel and glass desk.
So curious that she had given up her own blouse and bra to try on a red rubber push-up bra she'd bought. In her hands were the matching panties. Sarah saw the light from the open door, her head jerked back to meet Rachel's smile, and her face was nearly a match for the rubber. She felt like she'd been caught with her fingers in the cookie jar, or maybe in some other treasure.
"I love it. Put it on," Rachel's words came out of her lips slowly and forcefully. It was like a command, but the kind a starving man might give to someone holding food. Her eyes were like saucers as Sarah bit her lip and started to comply, moving her fingers to the waist of her skirt.
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