Work Experience - The Boutique, Part One

by sindy070

The first in a planned series centred around 14-15 year old girls finding themselves in wonderful situations in a world seemingly full of horny lesbians.

It was my art teacher, Miss Woods, who had told me that a friend of her owned a lingerie shop and would be happy to have me spend my two weeks work experience with her. Miss Woods assured me that it would be easy enough – her friend Mary was a very nice woman and her shop was quite exclusive, meaning it had quite a select clientele and that I wouldn't be too busy.

I was nervous as I waited outside the door of Mary's shop on the Monday morning – it was called The Boutique and from the display in the window of some very classy looking underwear it seemed very posh and upmarket. After having knocked on the door I saw a woman approach from inside, and after she unlocked and opened the door she smiled and invited me inside.

"You must be Clare?" she asked me, locking the door again behind me, "I'm Mary, pleased to meet you."

Mary was in her forties and was quite tall and slender, with long brown hair and a very pretty face – she had a warm smile and a glint in her eye that drew me to her immediately; I liked her and I was suddenly really looking forward to working for her.

"Jenny was right, you're a very pretty girl," she said as she looked me up and down, "I think I can put you to good use while I've got you!" A shiver ran through my body as she smiled at me – Mary had an air about her that excited me, and I liked the way she looked at me, the same way that boys did.

"Well, this is my little emporium," Mary said, sweeping her arm around, my gaze taking in the warmly-decorated little shop with it's mannequins dressed in all sorts of fine and expensive-looking lingerie, "where I look after my ladies and make sure they look as feminine and alluring as they can."

She led me through the length of the shop, showing me the little alcove where the till was tucked away and a curtain that led to a fitting room, the poshest I'd ever seen in a shop – it had a chaise longue and a full height gilded mirror! Then we went out the back to see the store room, toilets, kitchenette and Mary's little office, were we sat down for a chat.

"As you can probably tell, this isn't just an ordinary lingerie store," Mary told me, "I offer my clients a much more personal, hands-on service – I like my ladies to try their choices on before they purchase them, or have someone model their selection. Is that something you'd be comfortable with Clare?"

I looked into her amazing green eyes and I felt my tummy flutter, wondering just what else she was going to suggest and where it would all lead. I watched as her tongue licked her scarlet lips and I felt the stirrings of arousal, finding myself wanting to please her, to do anything she wanted me to. This wasn't the first time I had been drawn to another female, but it was the strongest I had ever felt that desire, that excitement.

"Yes, I think so," I said as I smiled back at her, "it sounds like fun."

"Splendid!" Mary beamed at me, and she leant forward to place her hand on my knee, giving it a squeeze, "I just know we're going to get on famously! Now, how about I measure you up so that we can sort out a uniform for you, and we know what to give you if you need to model something? In fact, you could model a different line every day – you'd already be wearing what I would suggest to my customers!"

"OK, I always liked playing dress-up," I chuckled as Mary led me back out to the changing room, nervous but excited at what lay ahead.

"Me too – I play proper dress-up here!" Mary smiled, making my tummy flip over again, "now let's see what we've got to work with Clare – let's get you undressed eh?"

I think my hands were trembling a little bit as I stripped off in front of Mary, feeling her eyes all over me as I got down to my undies, suddenly feeling very drab compared to everything displayed in the shop. Mary had her tape in my hand and told me to take my bra off so that she could measure me, and I saw the light in her eyes as I shucked it off, sticking my chest out as she patently stared hungrily at my breasts.

"Oh Clare, they are just the most perfect boobs!" she sighed as she started to measure me, standing in front of me. Her hands were warm as she touched me, more than anyone who'd measured me before, and I smiled back at her every time her fingertips lingered on my skin. At one point her hand passed slowly across my nipple and I moaned softly, her skin rasping gently across the sensitive teat.

"I thought so," she said, standing back as she admired my titties, "34B, and my favourite size." As we looked at each other she reached out and ran her fingertips across my breasts, teasing my nipples once more as she tested me, watching me closely for my reaction. I gasped and smiled at her, letting her know that I was enjoying what she was doing. I looked down to watch her rub the pad of her finger across my left nipple, making it stiffen and darken, and looked back up her – I could see the desire in her eyes and it excited me.

"Don't move a muscle," Mary said in a husky voice, "I know exactly what I want you to wear today."

She hurried out and left me standing there in my panties, feeling aroused and breathless as I looked at myself in the mirror. I knew with certainty were this was going and I shivered as I realised that I wanted it to – Mary was going to do things to me and was willingly going to let her. In moments she was back, with a box containing lingerie, black and lacy by the looks of it.

"I think you'll like this Clare," Mary said as she put the box down and pulled out a sexy looking black lacy bra, "Let's play dress-up shall we?"

I stood there and let her put the bra on me, taking her time to make it sure it fitted me properly, spending lot of time in front of me and making eye contact as she straightened and adjusted. It was a very pretty bra that only just covered my nipples up, and as Mary kept touching me they were soon quite stiff. Next were the suspenders and Mary stood close behind me as she put the lacy belt around my midriff, just on top of my hips, leaving straps hanging down in front and behind.

"We need to lose your panties," Mary muttered in my ear as she stood close to me, her hands on my waistband.

"OK," I mumbled, my heart racing as she eased her fingers into the waistband and slowly eased them over my hips, her breath warm on my back as she knelt down, sliding my panties down my legs and waiting for me to step out of them. I looked at my reflection again and I noticed Mary looking at me as she slowly slid her fingers back up my legs as she stood back up.

"Sit down while I sort the stockings out," she told me, and I moved to the chaise longue, feeling a little self-conscious as all I was wearing was a sexy bra. I kept my legs together as Mary busied herself with the stockings, rolling them up ready to put on me. With both done she moved to kneel down in front of me, and she got me to raise my left foot up in the air.

The stocking was black and pretty much opaque, and I enjoyed having Mary roll it slowly up my leg, her touch gentle as she smiled up at me. I had to part my legs a bit as the stocking was quite long, so long that the top of it was almost level with my groin, and as Mary pulled the top of the garment into place her knuckles brushed across my slit.

She smiled at me and I smiled back, making no move to stop her as she touched me again, turning her hand over and gliding her fingers up my slit and across my short dark pubic hair. She licked her lips as I groaned with delight, then she reached over and picked up the other stocking. With my legs wider apart now I lifted up my right leg and sighed happily as she repeated the process, letting her knuckles graze my sex again.

"Stand up Clare, straps next," she said softly, waiting for me to stand up before her. I did so, realising that my sex was level with her face as she reached out and clipped a strap to the front of a stocking, adjusting it to the right length. Mary caressed my skin as she did the same with the other strap, making me shiver and moan softly – I was getting very, very aroused by her gentle touch.

She instructed me to turn around and I felt her breath on my bare buttocks as she took her time sorting those two straps out, caressing me and driving me wild with excitement. My nipples were hard and I could feel my dew forming in my pussy as Mary fussed and fiddled with the suspenders before reaching for the last item, the knickers.

I stepped into them and felt Mary slide them slowly up my stocking-covered legs, higher and higher, until she was pulling them into place – pulling them up snug against my mound and tight between my buttocks. They sat very high on my hips and felt delicious, as did the whole ensemble – I'd never worn anything quite like this before, and I felt wonderfully sexy.

"Take a look Clare," Mary said, standing up and turning me around to face the mirror, "see how beautiful you look? Do you feel sexy? Turned on?"

"Oh yes," I gushed as I stared in amazement at my reflection, "I feel so horny – I can't believe how I look."

"This is what I sell to my customers," she purred as she stood so close to me that her boobs pressed against my back, and her hands came around my sides to rest on my tummy, "this is how I sell all that expensive lingerie out there."

As I watched the reflection she leaned in and planted a kiss on my neck, and I moaned with delight, watching and feeling her hands slide up to cup my breasts. I'd had a few boyfriends and even fooled around with a couple of girlfriends, but I had never felt like this before – I was completely under Mary's spell.

"Do you want me to stop Clare?" she asked me softly as she licked my ear, "I shouldn't be doing this and I'll stop if you want me to."

"No, please, don't stop," I begged her, "you can do anything you like, please, don't stop."

I couldn't quite believe what was happening as Mary continues to kiss and lick my neck as she played with my titties through the bra, making me groan softly and my nipples harden even more – here I stood, a 15 year old schoolgirl in sexy lingerie, surrendering herself to a horny woman old enough to be my mother, and all before 9 o'clock on a Monday morning!

I was trembling with lust and arousal as I watched and felt Mary's hands slide slowly down my tummy, over the suspender belt and down towards those sexy knickers. I could feel my little pussy getting hot and wet and I wanted Mary to touch me there, to play with me, finger me, and fuck me.

With one sliding back up to my tummy, the other slid inside the knickers, toying with my bush before sliding lower. I gasped as Mary's fingers touched my sex, sliding down across my slit. Oh god that felt so good and it looked so naughty to see Mary's hand inside my knickers.

"I want to fuck you Clare, but not now," Mary muttered to me as she removed her hand, tugging my knickers down my thighs, "we can have more fun later on if you like?"

"Anything you say," I groaned as her fingers returned to my pussy, rubbing my moistening lips, "anything at all."

"Good girl!" Mary moaned, "You're just so perfect! Now, let me make you cum."

I was so turned on that it was never going to take Mary very long to do that – she expertly rubbed and fingered me until I was gasping and squirming with orgasmic delight. She held me tight to her, her hand flattened across my tummy and holding me up as my legs weakened, her fingers slippery in my wet pussy as I creamed all over them. When I had finished cumming she raised her hand to my mouth and pushed her wet fingers between my lips, muttering sweet nothings as she watched me clean them of my juices. Then she turned me around and we were kissing, proper tongue-to-tongue making out kissing that was better than any kiss I had known before.

"Now, we'd better get you dressed and the shop open," Mary said, "I won't make any money spending all day in here with you, much as I'd love too..."