Hi. I’m Kerry. I’m 42, built like a model, blue eyes, blond hair, not huge on top.

So, this is part of a way longer story that has as yet to be posted, but since this is my secret, you don’t have to know the rest.

I’m married. Great husband, son, daughter. Great friends, a LOT closer than most. We’re swingers, just to remove all doubt.

So, until very recently, I have never had a lesbian experience. Yeah, you guys all think we girls go to college and lick pussy, not me, wasn’t interested. Of course, being part of a two-couple girlfriend swapping group, I didn’t feel the need and declined the one invitation.

Right now, I’m headed towards a chic boutique down the boardwalk. Last week, in that boutique, in one of the very posh dressing rooms, I lost my lesbian virginity to a much younger woman.

I’m coming back here, in secret. I’ll tell you why. This is what happened last time after I got through being totally girl-sexed in that dressing room.

Hand-in-hand we left the room, walked down the hall to the checkout. I hadn’t paid much attention to the owner. She was mid-thirties, large framed, but in excellent shape. She had, well, big tits, black hair, and brown, nearly obsidian eyes that seemed to just look right through you. Her skin was perfect. Smooth, blemish-free, and dark enough to hint at native American decent. A large engagement ring and wedding ring on her left hand. Behind her a picture of her in a high-cut tank suit and her husband on a beach.

As I put the clothes on the counter, her hand lay on mine as she looked right into my eyes as she asked. “Did you get everything that you wanted?” It was like she had been standing there, watching me lose my lesbian virginity. I blushed and stuttered like a teen girl, “Um, yes, yes, we did.” Her hand moved, brushing mine. I couldn’t believe it; my pussy was running again. She smiled. “No, did YOU get everything you wanted?”

I took her hand gently, looked straight into her eyes, and answered. “Yes, I did, more than I ever expected and not enough. You have a lovely store.” I pulled my hand back. As her strong voice answered, I noticed her nipples, hard fat, and thick. “That’s nice to hear; come back anytime.” Winking.

So, here I am, pulling the glass door open, stepping into this lovely shop, hoping to be seduced.

It was late in the day. I had seen the store hours, and I intentionally timed my visit to be at the end. Nobody knows I’m here. This is for me.

My stomach is in knots. I feel stupid. I’ve had a lot of very unusual sexual experiences in the last few months; I’ve been taking what I want. But now, I’m as nervous as a teenager. Was she just being nice? Being a flirt to the woman, she heard having girl sex in her dressing rooms? Or was she interested in the skinny, middle-aged, over-sexed mom that just walked in?

She was behind the counter working on a laptop, probably end-of-day accounting. I walked around. I knew I had to have a plan because when I got here, I was going to be so fucking nervous that I would be unable to think. Dresses. I was shopping for dresses. I stood at the rack and slid the hangers along, looking at each one. The woman has excellent taste, and, lesbian sex or not, I will be back.

She doesn’t use a scent. What drifted into my senses when I felt her behind me was clean, the scent of clean.

“Kerry, I’m sorry. I was so busy I didn’t see you come in.”

I don’t remember telling her my name. My young co-conspirator must have. But now I was at a disadvantage.

“Oh, that’s alright...” I paused, hoping she was smart enough to notice.

I swear I felt her warm breath on my neck as she spoke. “Iris. I am named after the Greek goddess of new endeavors.”

My hands shook as I continued the illusion of shopping and casual conversation. “Iris, that’s so exotic. Yes, I saw you were busy, so I thought I’d browse.” I hoped that Iris could not capture the scent of my pussy, which was so fucking wet right now. I’ve become addicted to new, dangerous sexual liaisons, and this is by far the riskiest. Iris stayed behind me, not touching, just that slightly deep voice that was so fucking exciting.

“So, Kerry, what brings you to my shop again?”

“Well,” I stuttered, “I love the swimsuits we got, and I noticed these dresses as we left. You have such wonderful taste in style and color; I had to come back.”

Iris’s hand lightly touched my side. I had just a tank top, no bra. Shorts and panties. The feel of her fingers on the bare skin at the base of my top was like an electric shock. “May I show you my collection?”

I’m fighting to control my breathing. “Yes, please. I would enjoy that immensely.”

She stepped away. I turned, surprised. But my pussy gushed when she pulled the shades on the front window and locked the door, flipping the closed sign. She turned and giggled. “It’s closing time anyway, but I don’t want to be distracted.”

If I had any second thoughts about what I thought was going to happen, I needed to speak up now. I took a deep breath and waited. Iris paused at the door, looking at me. When I said nothing, she smiled and walked back. Putting her hand on my nearly non-existent waist, she said. “Now I have you all to myself.”

Iris was gifted in fashion. She pulled dresses out and held them up in front of me, lightly touching me in safe places, but the ground tremors of girl lust lay under our interaction.

“Iris, these would look so much better on you. I have like no figure. They called me creamsicle in high school.” Iris stopped, put the dress on the rack. “Creamsicle?” I laughed nervously. “Yeah, I was built like a popsicle stick and cold. I had no self-confidence and avoided dating.”

Iris laughed and then abruptly stopped. “Oh, I am so sorry, that was mean, but it was funny, in a cruel way.” I felt her hand on my bare waist again. “I guess you’ve changed, but you have a lovely shape. You’re built for these styles. I have to fight like hell to keep what I have going.” Her hand trailed down the side of my legs. I quivered. She smiled.

I made no move to acknowledge her hand at my hip, her fingers a little farther back than might seem appropriate as I answered. “Yes, college was my emergence from the chrysalis of high school.”

Iris kept her hand almost on my ass as she moved behind me. Her hands gently moved up my sides, barely touching, her fingers brushing the sides of my modest breasts before they came to rest on my shoulders. “And what a butterfly you have become. Shall we go try some of these on?”

I had three dresses over my arm as I walked back to the dressing rooms. I hadn’t noticed that Iris had dimmed the lights in the store, giving our encounter a noir feel. I opened the door of the same room from last time, where I licked my first pussy. Iris a few steps behind me. I stepped in, laying the dresses on the couch. The rooms are opulent, carpet, a love seat, a comfy chair, real ceilings, and soft classical music. I turned. At the open door, Iris. “May I help you?”

I didn’t have the strength to speak. I bit my lip and nodded. Iris slipped in and closed the door. The small room and the dim light felt warmer, closer. We stood face-to-face. Getting no signal from Iris, I took the hem of my tank top in my hands. Her hands touched mine, our eyes met. I said nothing, and Iris gently rolled my tank top up and off my body, letting it fall to the floor. I stood, arms at my side, nervous. Iris smiled. “You have beautiful breasts, Kerry.”

I went to cover them, stopped. Forced my hands back down. “They’re too small, not like yours.”

Iris’ hands moved up a little, then stopped and re-directed, cupping her D-size breasts as she laughed. “Oh, these? Not original equipment. My husband asked to upgrade, and how could I say no?”

I laughed. We paused, and I figured it was time to try on dresses. I slipped my fingers into the waistband of my shorts. Iris’ fingers touched my waist, next to mine. Her eyes asked the question, my silence answered. This woman, dark, exotic, ten years younger than me, slid her long fingers inside the waistband of my shorts and gently slid them down my long legs, letting them pool at my feet. My breathing deep and needy. I stepped out, flicking them aside.

Iris’ hands caressed up my legs, over the side of my light blue panties, resting on the lace waistband. Her voice husky, lusty. “You are beautiful, Kerry.” Now, Iris biting her lip, her fingers moving a little. “May I? The dresses look so much better with nothing under them.”

I nodded, like a small child, quaking when Iris’ fingers tucked inside the waistband and slid my underwear over my hips. She knelt as she did so. Pausing with my panties half down my thighs, her face inches from my sex, she gasped. “Oh my, baby, you are so natural.”

I reached down and plucked my dense blond pubic hair. “My husband likes it. Sorry, I’m so hairy.”

Staring at my furry cleft. Iris mumbled. “So beautiful, so real.”

Iris looked up at me through my tiny cleavage, her chin brushing my bush, biting her lip. Her voice barely audible but still so deliciously deep.

“May I?”

I exhaled, deep and long. Letting go.

“Yes, please.”

Iris slid my panties down, I stepped out, she pressed my legs, and I gently landed on the love seat. I leaned back, lifted and spread my legs, holding them with my hands. I looked at my swarthy lover and whispered.

“Eat me, Iris. Make me cum on your face.”

I closed my eyes as she groaned, and her mouth descended on my clitoris. As her lips sucked on my bud, I came, howling, gushing on her face. Unrelenting, she tongued my slit, drinking my orgasm, wanting more. Her fingers captured my long, hard nipples and pinched. I came again. Her mouth was everywhere. Now a finger slipped in underneath as she grasped my clitoris again. No, not that.

“I’ll cum so hard if you do that.”

Iris, her mouth on my clit, muffled. “Do it, lover. Do it for me.”

Her long, strong finger found my G-spot. Biting my clit, she rubbed my spot, and I exploded.

“OHHHFUUUCK!”

I felt my abdomen contract, the muscles clench, and a hard jet of my love burst from me, soaking her shirt. Her mouth captured my vagina and received my lust’s second and third jet. I touched her head. I had to rest. She leaned back, her face dripping, and smiled.