and flattering, its cinched waist emphasising her full
breasts and the curves of her hips. She whirled in the mirror, then
went out into the shop.
'Oh, that
really suits you,' the woman said.
'I think so.'
Stephanie looked at herself in the mirror at the front of the shop
in natural daylight.
'What's this
material?'
'Unusual,
isn't it? Moiré taffeta.'
The material
made patterns of shade in the clinging black.
'It's
beautiful. I'll take it.'
'It's my own
design.'
'Really?'
'Everything in
here.'
'Well,
congratulations. It's great.'
For the next
hour Stephanie tried on almost everything in the shop and ended up
buying three dresses and a yellow suit, all beautifully tailored
and cut. She had looked at the lapels which all read: VIVIENNE
ELSON. Vivienne Elson, Stephanie decided, was a clever woman. She
was definitely going to make this shop a regular stop whenever she
came to London.
Stephanie had
watched Vivienne through the gap in the curtains as she'd changed
into the various outfits. Vivienne had a pose and grace about her
as she walked around the shop straightening clothes here,
rearranging the flowers there, generally fussing over detail. There
was something unusual about her and it was an unusualness that
Stephanie found very attractive.
She supposed
it was natural, considering the life she now led, but to Stephanie
a sexual agenda always seemed to be very close to the surface. Even
the chill she had experienced this morning had not apparently
cooled it. Of course what had happened with Kanjii still burned in
her body and mind vividly - if she cared to think about it she
could still feel his spunk shooting into her - so, she supposed, it
was not surprising that her response to this obviously very
talented woman should be, at least in part, a sexual one.
'Could you
help me?' she called. The zip on the last dress she had tried
seemed to be stuck. Or was that just an excuse? She could have
worked it free on her own.
'Of
course.'
Vivienne
pulled the curtain aside and entered the changing room.
'The zip...'
Stephanie turned her back so Vivienne could see for herself.
Cool fingers
freed the obstacle and pulled the tongue of the zip down into the
small of Stephanie's back, making the zip sing.
Stephanie
stepped out of the dress and replaced it on its hanger. 'I think
you're very clever,' she said, then turned to face Vivienne. 'And
very attractive.'
'Thank you,'
Vivienne said, blushing slightly. But she did not move. 'So are
you.' She took the hanger from Stephanie and their hands touched.
Immediately Stephanie kissed Vivienne on the cheek, feeling a
sudden rush of excitement as she did so. Seducing women was not
something she'd done often.
'What was that
for?' Vivienne asked, her eyes looking at the rich contours of
Stephanie's body, covered now only by a deep blue three-quarter cup
bra, matching tanga panties and grey hold-up stockings whose welt
was so high they practically grazed Stephanie's crotch.
Stephanie
paused before she said, 'I find you very attractive.'
'You mean
sexually?'
'Yes. And
let's say I don't believe in repressing my feelings any more. I've
learnt not to. If you find the idea unacceptable then we'll forget
I ever said it.'
'Are you a
lesbian?' Vivienne made the word sound like some sort of medical
disorder.
Stephanie
laughed. 'I like sex. I enjoy it. Men and women. As far as I'm
concerned it all comes down to the same thing.'
'I like it
too,' the woman said with a wistful tone that Stephanie didn't
understand.
'What does
that mean?' Stephanie asked.
'Nothing.'
Stephanie took
a step forward, wrapped her arms around the white blouse and pulled
Vivienne into a full-blooded kiss, pressing her tongue into her
mouth. Vivienne did not resist. She kissed back tentatively at
first and then more firmly, wrapping her arms around Stephanie in
turn.
'Can you close
the shop?' Stephanie said when their mouths parted.
'Now?'
'It's nearly
five.'
'Look, I think
there's something I should tell
breasts and the curves of her hips. She whirled in the mirror, then
went out into the shop.
'Oh, that
really suits you,' the woman said.
'I think so.'
Stephanie looked at herself in the mirror at the front of the shop
in natural daylight.
'What's this
material?'
'Unusual,
isn't it? Moiré taffeta.'
The material
made patterns of shade in the clinging black.
'It's
beautiful. I'll take it.'
'It's my own
design.'
'Really?'
'Everything in
here.'
'Well,
congratulations. It's great.'
For the next
hour Stephanie tried on almost everything in the shop and ended up
buying three dresses and a yellow suit, all beautifully tailored
and cut. She had looked at the lapels which all read: VIVIENNE
ELSON. Vivienne Elson, Stephanie decided, was a clever woman. She
was definitely going to make this shop a regular stop whenever she
came to London.
Stephanie had
watched Vivienne through the gap in the curtains as she'd changed
into the various outfits. Vivienne had a pose and grace about her
as she walked around the shop straightening clothes here,
rearranging the flowers there, generally fussing over detail. There
was something unusual about her and it was an unusualness that
Stephanie found very attractive.
She supposed
it was natural, considering the life she now led, but to Stephanie
a sexual agenda always seemed to be very close to the surface. Even
the chill she had experienced this morning had not apparently
cooled it. Of course what had happened with Kanjii still burned in
her body and mind vividly - if she cared to think about it she
could still feel his spunk shooting into her - so, she supposed, it
was not surprising that her response to this obviously very
talented woman should be, at least in part, a sexual one.
'Could you
help me?' she called. The zip on the last dress she had tried
seemed to be stuck. Or was that just an excuse? She could have
worked it free on her own.
'Of
course.'
Vivienne
pulled the curtain aside and entered the changing room.
'The zip...'
Stephanie turned her back so Vivienne could see for herself.
Cool fingers
freed the obstacle and pulled the tongue of the zip down into the
small of Stephanie's back, making the zip sing.
Stephanie
stepped out of the dress and replaced it on its hanger. 'I think
you're very clever,' she said, then turned to face Vivienne. 'And
very attractive.'
'Thank you,'
Vivienne said, blushing slightly. But she did not move. 'So are
you.' She took the hanger from Stephanie and their hands touched.
Immediately Stephanie kissed Vivienne on the cheek, feeling a
sudden rush of excitement as she did so. Seducing women was not
something she'd done often.
'What was that
for?' Vivienne asked, her eyes looking at the rich contours of
Stephanie's body, covered now only by a deep blue three-quarter cup
bra, matching tanga panties and grey hold-up stockings whose welt
was so high they practically grazed Stephanie's crotch.
Stephanie
paused before she said, 'I find you very attractive.'
'You mean
sexually?'
'Yes. And
let's say I don't believe in repressing my feelings any more. I've
learnt not to. If you find the idea unacceptable then we'll forget
I ever said it.'
'Are you a
lesbian?' Vivienne made the word sound like some sort of medical
disorder.
Stephanie
laughed. 'I like sex. I enjoy it. Men and women. As far as I'm
concerned it all comes down to the same thing.'
'I like it
too,' the woman said with a wistful tone that Stephanie didn't
understand.
'What does
that mean?' Stephanie asked.
'Nothing.'
Stephanie took
a step forward, wrapped her arms around the white blouse and pulled
Vivienne into a full-blooded kiss, pressing her tongue into her
mouth. Vivienne did not resist. She kissed back tentatively at
first and then more firmly, wrapping her arms around Stephanie in
turn.
'Can you close
the shop?' Stephanie said when their mouths parted.
'Now?'
'It's nearly
five.'
'Look, I think
there's something I should tell
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