Since there was no clear cut winner in the vote, I have decided that I am going to present the three stories in the Suzy Q. Stories Trilogy in serial format. The story in the series is called, Suzy & Kimberly in Afternoon Delight.
While this story does not have a chapter break in it, it does leave with a natural break point that I hope will keep all of the readers hanging on edge for next weeks episode.
So with no further delay, From the Suzy Q. Stories Trilogy: Suzy and Kimberly in Afternoon Delight, Episode 1
Suzy
And
Kimberly
Afternoon
Delight
By
D. D. Story
Sometimes
opportunities just present themselves when you least expect it.
Copyright
2004
D. D. Story
All
Rights Reserved,
Suzy
Q. Stories Publishing
Afternoon
Delight
I
often stood at the curtain that separates the main display area of my shop from
the area that lead to the stockroom and my office. I leave my customers free to
browse the contents of my antique shop, only approaching them when it seems
that they have found and item of interest or looked as if they had a question. For the most part most of my customers know
what they are looking for, whether it is an addition to their collection or to
be given as a gift.
I had
been checking on an item in the stockroom when I had heard the bells attached
to the door give out their chime. I had
paused at the curtain, and noticed that only one person had entered the
shop. She was facing away from me at the
present time, but I was intrigued to see what she looked like. From my angle, I was presented with the sight
of what I knew would be long blonde hair that was tightly wrapped in a bun at
the back of her head. She was wearing a
dark blue blazer over a red straight skirt that ended a good 8 inches above her
knees. Her feet were encased in blue
high heel shoes with at least 4-inch heels.
I could see no slit at the back of the skirt, so I knew that it must
have a side or front slit. No hint of
what was under the suit jacket was visible, The only other features I was sure
of was that she was tall and that she wore glasses.
She
seemed to be concentrating a group of etchings that I had recently
acquired. I had just put them on display
over the weekend, and had already sold two of them. Beautifully done, but I knew they would have
a limited audience, as they all depicted scenes of lesbian lovemaking. I had no problems with them, and any that did
not sell I would add to my personal collection.
I had already removed two from this collection to add to my own.
I
decided to move out onto the sales floor and approach her to see if she needed
any assistance. I made some noise as I
left the seclusion of the storeroom, so that I would not startle her. She turned her head to look towards me, but
did not put down the etching. As I got
close to her I held out my hand and said:
“Hello, I Suzy, they are lovely aren’t’ they?”
She
took my hand and shook it with a firm, yet soft hand, and as her face broke
into a very beautiful smile she said: “Hello, I’m Kimberly and yes they are beautiful
and so stimulating too!”
She
was slow to release my hand and to tell the truth, her touch was electric. I now could see that she was very attractive,
with high cheekbones, a long neck, deep blue eyes, full lips, painted a
wonderful bright red to match her skirt.
I could also now see that under the blue suit coat she wore a very soft
pink blouse, with a deep plunge, to show off her beautiful cleavage. Her breast didn’t push against her blouse,
instead her blouse seemed to envelop and caress them alluring to both the
beauty it concealed and the fact that her breast were not covered by any
material other than the soft material of her blouse.
I
reluctantly released her hand, as I wanted to the feel of her touch to linger,
but I did not want it to be too obvious.
I leaned over to pick up another one of the etchings, knowing full well,
that my own silk blouse would fall away from my breast giving her a free view
of my breast if she so desired. Although,
I was wearing a bra, it was made of very
sheer lace, and hid very little.
As I
stood back up I glanced at her face, happy to see that her lips were parted and
the tip of her tongue was visible at the edge of her wet lips. Her face broke into a soft simile and here
deep blue eyes seemed to sparkle under the lenses of her tortoiseshell frame
glasses.
I
glanced down at the etching that I had picked out, I held it out to her and
said; “I believe that you might find this as equally stimulating as the one you
have picked out.”
The
etching that I had handed to her was of a scene of two women standing next to
each other, naked to the waist, with erect nipples on their perfectly shaped
breast. Each girl had her hand under the
garment that covered the others loins.
Both girls had a look of pure rapture on their face, which made it
extremely evident that they both were enjoying the ministrations of the other.
She
took the etching from my hand and held the two up side by side. The one she had picked up show the same two
girls locked in a deeply passionate kiss, and was the perfect companion to the
one that I had given her to examine. In
fact, they were intended to hang side by side.
As I watch her look, from one etching to the other, I saw her skin
deepen in color. I glanced at her
breast, and happily saw, that her nipples were now pushing hard against the
soft material of her blouse. I knew that the deepening in color was not from
embarrassment, but rather from the warmth of desire building within her.
I knew
that I had made a sale, and I had a feeling that I may have just made a new
acquaintance and possible future lover.
I
reached out and gently touched her hand, and felt her jump slightly. “Why don’t we take these over to the viewing
area so that you can look at them under proper light, and see if they are what
you truly want?”
With
that I took the one that I had handed her and turned and walked towards an area
of my shop that I use for customers to view special items and also one in which
I conduct special negotiations on high priced items. I also knew that I would be providing an
alluring figure as a walked away, for today, I had decided to wear my burgundy skintight
leather pants with my red silk blouse on top.
I had burgundy spike heeled shoes on to match the pants that only served
to accent my long lean legs. I stand 5’ 7” and weight 125 most days. My long blonde hair was down and hanging in
soft waves. As I walked away from
Kimberly I could feel my nipples pushing on my 34B-lace bra, she, and the
images, were definitely having an effect on me.
Kimberly
did not hesitate, and followed me towards the viewing area. The area is private
in nature, but still open to the general display area. Furnished with a Persian
rug on the floor; an antique Victorian love seat covered in soft mauve velvet
and a wing chair done in matching fabric.
A mahogany table sits between the love seat and the wing chair. The ceiling has various types of lighting
built into it and I can control the different lights from the panel next to the
wing chair. I also have a small television
monitor that allows me to view the display floor, as I am often alone in the
shop, and when meeting with a customer in the viewing area, it allows me to
view the floor if necessary. I have
decorated the walls of the viewing area with various pieces of art from my own
collection. A lighted glass curio
cabinet stands in the corner, which also holds items from my personal
collection.
I laid
the two etchings side by side on the table and motioned for Kimberly to sit on
the love seat as I seated myself in the wing chair. I asked what type of lighting she would
display these under, and she said that she did not know yet. I selected a soft halogen flood that I most
often used for display, and sat back as she looked at the two etchings. I had been right about the skirt; it had a
side slit, which even with her legs tightly together across from me exposed an
ample view of her long lean legs.
“Excuse
me, but I should have asked sooner, would you care for a cup of coffee, or tea,
or something else to drink. I do have some cold Chablis in the refrigerator in
my office, if you would like a glass of wine while you look at the etchings.”
Kimberly
looked up at me and smiled: “A glass of wine would go wonderfully with these
etchings.”
“That
sounds wonderful to me; I’ll be right back.”
With that I arose from the chair and went through the curtain to my
office. I quickly poured two glasses of
wine and returned to the display area. When
I got back to where we were sitting, I excused myself as I leaned across in
front of Kimberly to set the glass of wine on the side table next to her. I had not done it conscientiously, but as I
leaned across in front of her, my blouse opened up giving her a close up view
of my lace-covered breast.
As I
once again sat in the wing chair across from her, Kimberly picked up her glass
of wine, took a sip and smiled across the rim of the glass at me. She kept the glass raised and said in a soft
voice said; “Here’s to a new friendship and the start of a new collection for
me.” I leaned across the table, taped her glass with mine, and took a sip of my
wine. As I leaned back into my chair;
Kimberly crossed her legs and the slit on the side opened up until it revealed
the lace top of her stockings. I knew
that the action was for my benefit, and I immediately began to feel my nipples
harden once again.
I
smiled back at her, let my tongue slowly lick my lips, and asked; “So which of
the etchings did you find most stimulating?”
Without
uncrossing her legs, she leaned forward and picked up the one that I knew she
would. Her actions only acted to make
her skirt rise higher on her legs while at the same time her own blouse fell
open at the top to reveal to me her totally free and beautiful breast. They looked so beautiful, and I had to resist
the urge to reach out and caress them.
She
let her hand gently caress the etching of the two girls caressing each other
and said this one is so beautifully erotic and stimulating. I don’t know if it is the etching, the wine,
the company or all three, but I want to feel the same feelings that they are feeling
in this etching.”
I am
not one to turn down such an open invitation, and besides the combination of
Kimberly, the etchings and the wine were having the same effect on me. I glanced at the clock on the wall, and then
at the monitor, and saw that the store was empty of any other customers, as I
knew it should be. I was only a
half-hour until I normally closed for the day, and I quickly made my decision.
I
reached across letting my hand touch her hand and said; “I think that I can
help you with experiencing those feelings, if you would truly like to.”
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I bet you already know Kimberly's answer. Keep your emotions in check, for you only have a week, before you know Kimberly's answer for sure, and the type of help Suzy is more than willing to provide Kimberly.
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