Olivia

My name is Nicole and I am 19 years old. I still live at home with my parents in a city in southern Ontario, Canada.

I am 5' 8" tall and weigh 126 lbs. and have shoulder length auburn hair in sort of a page boy style cut, and my measurements are 34b-26-35.

I am very shy and have not had any boyfriends but that doesn't bother me. I work in a shoe store as a clerk and I hope to only do this until I decide what I want to do with my life. When I am not working, I spend a lot of time on the net, mostly in adult sites and I have almost been caught few times by my parents visiting sites I am sure they think I should not be seeing. I am particularly excited and curious about the lesbian sites. I have always been curious about girl to girl sex and have had a few crushes on girls or older women but I have never acted upon my desires, but I do think about it all the time, wondering what it would be like. I masturbate at night in bed while I think about a girl or woman touching me. Well, now I don't have to wonder any more!!

I have always had a different fashion sense than kids my own age. I now prefer the alternative look, but not to the extreme. I like to wear a lot of black and mostly shorter skirts or long outfits with a slit up the skirt or dress that reveals my leg. As I mentioned earlier, I like black and almost all of my clothing is black, including my lingerie.

Working as a sales clerk in the shoe store enables me to also feed my desire for shoes. I like high heels and wear them all the time while working and the odd time when I go out clubbing with my friends. Since I live at home, most of my money goes toward shoes and clothes. I also really tend to notice what other women are wearing and critique them on their choices of apparel.

I work two nights a week, Wednesday and Thursday which is not too bad since these nights are not real busy and I can arrange displays and try on new styles that come into the store. About six months ago, on a Wednesday night, I was trying on a pair of black heels that had just come in and I had raised my skirt to get a better look at the shoes on my feet and I happened to look up and there was a woman outside the store watching me. Caught off guard and a little startled I let my skirt fall back down and looked away knowing I was red from embarrassment. When I got the nerve to look back, she was gone. I thought nothing more about it. Over the next couple of weeks, usually on Wednesday evening I would see her looking at the shoes in the front window of the store but she never came in to look around. One night I was helping an elderly woman try on some flats and I heard the bell on the door jingle as it was opened. Turning around, I noticed it was the woman that caught me trying on the shoes. Smiling, I told her I would be with her once I finished with this customer and that she could look around if she wanted. Smiling at me, she nodded and I turned my attention back to the elderly woman and then I heard the bell jingle and my mystery woman had left the store.

Later on when the store was empty of customers, I was surprised to find myself thinking about the window shopper. I was surprised at myself for thinking about her and realizing just how much I remembered about the way she looked and dressed. She was tall and slim and had her dark hair up in a roll and her eyes and lips were made up fresh and boldly. She had on what appeared to be a dark business suit with a skirt to just above the knee and a trench style rain coat, black hose and heels. She was my fantasy woman for the night, once I was safely in bed....

Occasionally over the next few months I would see this woman looking in the front window of the store but it seemed as soon as I noticed her, she would leave. I realized she must work in the area but I never saw her anywhere else. One Wednesday evening, about one hour before closing time, there were no customers in the store and things were really slow. I was wandering around the store looking for something that caught my interest. I heard the door bells jingle and looked up to see who was coming into the store. To my surprise, it was the lady who I noticed looking into the shop windows all the time.

Our eyes met and there seemed to be recognition even though it was the first time we had been face to face. As she walked towards me I was able to take all of her in. She was tall and once again had on her trench coat that was not buttoned but tied loosely with the belt. Underneath she had on a navy pinstripe business suit and a white silk blouse under the jacket. I asked her if she would like some help or if she would just like to look around the shop for awhile. She said she thought she would like to just look around and if she had any questions, she would call me. Not knowing what to do then, I pretended to be busy arranging displays, all the time trying to keep an eye on this mysterious woman. She seemed to have an interest in shoes with a higher heel and as she tried them on I caught myself admiring her exposed leg as she stuck her leg out to view the shoe in the mirror. She looked perplexed and I asked if there was anything I could do for her. Looking up from the floor, she looked directly at me and asked if I had a pump with a higher heel that was different from the current styles in a size 8. I mentioned that I had some old stock in the back room that had been here for a while. I asked her to have a seat and I would be back in a minute.

I returned with a couple of pairs of shoes, one of which was my favorite style. It was a black pump, had a 4 1/2 " heel and ankle straps. Showing her both pairs, she chose to try on the ones with the straps, my heart fluttered. Pulling up the stool, I sat down in front of her and as she raised her right foot to the rest on the stool, her skirt fell away, revealing her thigh and the top of her nylons. My knees felt weak and my stomach was jumping. I looked up into her eyes and I realized she was waiting to see what my reaction would be. Nervously I avoided her gaze and looked back down as I took her ankle into my left hand and slid her conservative pump off her foot with my right hand, exposing her nylon clad foot and dark red painted toe nails. Still holding her foot I bent over and picked up the pump with the ankle strap and lifted her foot to slide it into the shoe at which time my eyes trailed up her leg just as she seemed to spread them further apart. I was taken aback, she wasn' t wearing underwear ! There were all kinds of emotions going through my body. I was scared, confused, excited and hesitant all at the same time. As I finished doing up the ankle strap I looked up into her eyes and she was staring at me. There was silence for what seemed like a very long time. I did not know what to say or do.

Finally she asked me "What do you think?" Not knowing exactly what she was referring to, I answered that it would be best if she stood up to see how the shoe felt. As she stood up it was obvious that she would need the other shoe on to be able to retain her balance and get a proper impression of the shoes. She must of read my mind as those were the next words out of her mouth. Standing before me with her back to the door of the shop, she raised her left foot onto the stool and asked me to remove her street shoe and put on the other one. This motion caused her shirt to ride up and since I was still seated on the stool, she was exposed right in front of me. All sorts of thoughts were racing through my mind. Was this totally innocent or did she intend to do this? Should I ignore it or should I react and if I did react, what would I do?

I decided that I would not risk loosing my job by doing something foolish even though I was aching to touch her. I removed her old shoe and replaced it with the other new shoe. As I was doing up the buckle of the ankle strap my eyes wandered up and down her leg , my left hand unconsciously was rubbing her ankle. I thought I detected a shudder and as I looked up I noticed that she had her eyes closed. Taking a chance I started to move my hand up her calf letting my fingertips lightly touch the nylon as I moved up her leg. and leaning in towards her, I pressed my cheek to the inside of her left knee. I then felt her hands to the back of my head, gently guiding me in towards her and I heard a soft moan escape from her lips.

I felt her neatly trimmed hair against my face and I could smell her wetness. This is what I had fantasized about at night, alone in bed. Not exactly sure of what I was to do, I gave a few soft lingering kisses and then ever so slightly, stuck my tongue out and began probing her with it. Soon I was licking up her juices and trying to concentrate on the little clit which seemed to be growing with every touch. My hands were now gliding up and down her legs, but I needed support so I grasped hold of her butt cheeks under her skirt and squeezed them as I tried to devour her. I must have been doing something right because I could hear her moaning and eventually I felt her tense up and shudder. I wanted to continue using my tongue but I guess it was too sensitive for her and she pushed me away.

Looking up at her, our eyes met once again and she began to straighten up her clothing and just then the bells on the shop door jingled as another customer came in. With my face covered in her juices, I got up from the stool and went to the stock room to wipe my face. I could not believe what had just happened! It was like I was in a trance and even though my own urges had not been satisfied, I felt fulfilled and only then did I realize just how wet my panties were.

When I returned to the store area, my lady was gone and the other customer, who was an older woman was looking at me rather peculiar. Disappointed I began to clean up the floor area and put away the shoes. In the box I found a scribbled note, that read "What do you think?" and was signed, "Olivia"

I knew my face was flushed as I left the store. I hope the old woman had not seen what was going on when she entered the store. I think we reacted fast enough that it wasn't obvious. I left so quickly; I didn't even get the young girl's name. We had been so intimate, and yet I didn't know her. I had only seen her through the store window and a few times in the store before tonight's episode. I was attracted to her from the first time I saw her. The way she looked through the store window, going about her business, not realizing she was being watched or what I was thinking about doing to her. The one night I saw her with her long skirt hiked up so she could better see the shoes she was trying on. I was mesmerized by shape of her long slender leg. Each time I saw her I became bolder in my desire to seduce her. A few times I entered the store but something told me the time was not right and I left very disappointed and anxious for the next opportunity. I have never had a relation with a girl so young. Most of my conquests or lovers have been around my age. I am so enthralled with this girl/woman, that I would give up my present relationship to pursue her.

I was attracted to her first of all, by her manner of dress. It showed she was her own person, a free spirit. Then I noticed her physical beauty. The slenderness of her body, her shiny hair and her flawless almost porcelain like skin. She seemed to be oblivious to the near perfection that she was. I went to bed many a night after I first saw her, imagining what it would be like to be with her, to seduce her. I pictured her body, naked before me, there for my pleasure and for hers. I could not believe the ease with which I was able to seduce her in the store, or maybe she seduced me! I wanted, no, I needed to be with this girl again but I would wait a while to let her emotions settle before I would contact her again. In the mean time I would have to decide about my present relationship with Susan and where it was going. Recently when we made love, I was imagining I was with the girl and not Susan. This was not a good sign since Susan and I have been very close and have shared a lot during our time together.

As Nicole was finishing up with the last customer of the night, her mind was racing. She could not believe what she had just done. She had finally tasted another woman. Something she had dreamt about for a very long time. All those nights alone in bed wondering what it would be like. She could still smell the womanly scent in her nostrils, the smell of Olivia. What a beautiful name it was. All sorts of emotions were whirling around in her head. She could hardly wait for this woman to leave so she could close the store and sit down and reflect upon what had happened this evening. Finally the woman was gone and the store was locked up for the night. Sitting alone she began to reflect on the events of the evening.

So, her name is Olivia and that is all I know about her. That, and the fact that she is beautiful. I hope she comes back to the store, I want to see her again so badly. As I thought about our encounter, I realized I had not cum yet, I was full of sexual tension. My left hand moved up to my breast and worked its way into my blouse, finding my nipple I started to trace circles around it as I pictured Olivia before me. My other hand made it way into my panties, which were still very wet and in no time my body was in spasms. Over the next few days, every time someone entered the store I hoped it was Olivia, but I was always disappointed. Even on the nights I worked, I hoped to see her looking in the window but I never did. I started to feel that I would never see or be with her again. I then began to notice other women and girls when they came into the store.

I found myself wondering if they were gay and imagining what they would look like naked. I would even try to get a peek up their dresses or skirts if I got a chance. Some of them didn't seem to mind and it seemed that they would even make it easier for me by opening their legs further. The younger girls were just teases but I know some of the women by their reactions were very open to the prospect, if I had pursued it with them. It was surprising just how many women went out in public with no underwear on. I did not realize how common of a practice it was. I must admit that some of them were very attractive and I would have jumped at the chance before I had seen Olivia, but now all I wanted was to see and be with her.

One Friday evening, just as I was about to lock up the store, I heard someone come in. Looking up I saw a young man walking towards me. At first I was alarmed but then I saw his smile and I relaxed. He told me he had a message for me and he held out an envelope for me to take. Thanking him, he turned to walk away and I asked if there was any charge for delivery or if a tip was required. He told me the charges had already been paid and he was gone.

I looked at the envelope and it was blank and sealed. Who could this be from, I wondered? Tearing it open, I removed a business card, on it was the name Olivia Lockwood. My heart skipped a beat and my stomach fluttered. On the back was a note, "If you would like to see me tonight, come to the address on the card. Security will let you in. Hope you will come. Olivia." I was not prepared for this. I had worked all day and would have liked to freshen up a little. I could use the stock room sink to give myself quick clean up before I left. I didn't even have my favorite outfit on. I knew where her office was; it was only a block away in a large complex of modern buildings of glass and concrete. It would only take me a few minutes to get there.

Removing my blouse and short skirt, I stripped off my panty hose, panties and gave myself a sponge wash as best I could. Once that was completed, rather than put on dirty panties and hose, I decided to not wear any panties but I took some black Stay-Up hose from the display and put those on. Since I had been in my bra all day, I decided not to wear it either. Slipping on my blouse, it felt nice and cool against my nipples, then I stepped into my skirt. The only problem was, I had worn flats and I didn't think they would do justice to my short skirt so I chose a pair of my favorite shoes from the store. Black patent pumps with the 4" heel. These and the short skirt would really show off my legs. Putting on my jacket, I left the store and made my way to see Olivia.

It was a short walk to the building where Olivia was and I didn't realize it had cooled down so much. I was glad I had worn my jacket. The cool night breeze swirled up my skirt and provided a whole new experience for me since I had not worn any panties. It felt wonderful and made me feel sexy. Even my nipples were sticking out. I was so excited about seeing Olivia again. Soon, I was at Olivia's building and opened the huge brass doors and entered the lobby. The security desk was in the center. As I approached the desk I could see the guard watching me, staring at my legs. Once at the desk I told him I was there to see Olivia Lockwood. He didn't even ask my name but told me she was expecting me and to take the elevator to the 21 floor.

I could feel his eyes on me as I walked over to the elevator. In the elevator I leaned my back against the rear wall and when the doors closed, I pushed 21. After a moment's hesitation, the elevator began to move. Only then did I realize how nervous I was. Here I was, going up to see someone who had seduced me, taken advantage of me and left, Now she wanted to see me again and I didn't know anything about her. I was powerless to resist; I was being drawn to her. The only noise was the chime of the elevator seeming to tick off every floor as I made my way closer to her.

The doors opened to reveal a gleaming marble hallway and large brass letters on the wall, which said, "Olivia Lockwood & Associates." This made me even more nervous. Slowly I made my way down the hall to a huge set of oak doors, which opened very easily considering their size. I entered a dimly lit area and once my eyes became accustomed to the darkness I could see a door slightly open and a beam of light from it. I moved over to the door and opened it, as I entered, I could see Olivia across the room, standing before a wall of windows that opened up to the city below us. I stopped. There she was, finally I was near her again. Slowly she moved towards me and I could see a smile on her face. Her eyes sparkled. I was weak kneed. She offered her hands to me and I took them as she told me how very happy she was to see me again. She was hoping I would accept her invitation and come this evening. Stepping back from me, her eyes seemed to take me all in. It was then that she formally introduced herself to me and I to her.

Apologetically, she stated she had some work to finish up and I could sit on the overstuffed leather couch and take in the panoramic view of the city at night while I waited for her to return. It was very beautiful and I welcomed the chance to sit. My eyes wandered over the view before me, amazed at how busy the city was at this time of night. The lights on the cars below seemed to play out a ballet of motion. Occasionally I would watch Olivia as she worked, her concentration, almost oblivious to the fact I was there. It was hard to believe this was the same woman who showed such primal instinct that night back at the store. I found it amazing that underneath the appearance of the corporate businesswoman, there was a sexual being. I began to feel the stirrings of arousal within me as I watched her move about the room. Perhaps I was wrong about this evening, as there was no hint of romance at all. I turned my attention back to the view before me and I became lost in the spectacle in front of me.

What seemed like a short time later, I heard Olivia calling my name and I looked over as she walked towards me. Once again she said she was sorry for the delay and she offered me a glass of wine while I was waiting. As she handed me the glass, she said she would not be much longer. I am not much of a drinker and wine has never been a favorite of mine but I did not want to seem unsophisticated so I pretended to enjoy it and sipped it slowly. Just as I finished the glass, Olivia was there to refill it and said she would be with me in a few minutes.

Moments later, as I was sipping the wine, she came and sat before me on the opposite couch and crossed her long elegant legs. Reaching back with her hand she released her hair and with a toss of her head, her hair came tumbling down, long and flowing, framing her beautiful face. I stared at her loveliness and I didn't realize she was talking to me. She was telling me how glad she was that I had come to see her and how much she had wanted to see me again. Watching her as she spoke, I could feel the tingling in the pit of my stomach and I wasn't sure if it was the effects of the wine in my empty stomach or just being near her that caused it. I looked at her long slender fingers as they played with her hair as she spoke.

I could feel her eyes on me and I was not listening to what she was saying to me, Her eyes traveled up and down my body as she spoke and then I remembered that I had not worn any panties and I wondered if she had noticed. Then I became aware of soft music playing in the background, Sheryl Crow I think. In one motion, Olivia had slid forward on the couch and took my hands in hers and asked me if I wanted to dance. Without giving me the opportunity to answer, she pulled me up and led me to the open floor space. I did not know what to do so I followed her lead as she held my left hand in her right hand and placed her left arm around my waist. She began to move to the music. At first I was awkward, this was new to me, dancing with another woman. I had danced with girls my own age, but this was different.

Olivia pulled me in close to her. I could feel her warmth, her hair on my cheek. I could smell the faint scent of her perfume. I could feel her breasts through her blouse, pressing against my own chest. I could feel my nipples growing against her as we danced slowly around the room. I closed my eyes and I snuggled into her. Both of her arms were around me now, holding me tight, then her fingertips lightly moved up and down my back and sent shivers down my spine. As Sheryl was singing about what "she could for me that no one else on God's green earth can do," I felt Olivia kiss my cheek and I opened my eyes and looked up into hers. We looked deep into each others' eyes and she lowered her lips to mine and the soft tender kiss became more passionate and I felt her tongue start to probe and enter my mouth as her hands were pulling up my short skirt and holding onto my butt cheeks. Our bodies' ground together and I could feel my wetness. My own hands began to search out Olivia's body and we broke our kiss.

She told me it was my turn this time. With that, she led me to the couch and sat me down. Standing before me she began to unbutton her blouse, starting at the top and working her way down, until it was open and then she undid her skirt and let it fall to the floor, exposing her hose and thong to me. My eyes traveled up and down her body, taking it all in. Slowly her hands moved up to her blouse and it slid off her shoulders and exposed her lacy bra. When she released it and dropped it to the floor in front of her. My eyes were glued to her breasts which were not large but stood out proud and perfect. Her nipples were sticking out and she reached up and took them into her hands and massaged them as she looked directly into my eyes. I stared back at her and could see the lust in her eyes.

She took her nipples between her thumb and forefinger and pinched and pulled them out away from her body, making them even larger. I wanted her, I wanted them. Her finger tips made their way down her body to the top of her thong and slowly slid it down her legs, then her left hand went back to her breast and her right hand finger tips danced over her skin and lingered in the vee at the top of her legs. She was putting on a show for me and I loved it. With out realizing it my legs had squeezed together and I was stimulating myself as I watched her. As her fingers worked their magic, she closed her eyes and softly moaned, as she was about to cum she removed her fingers and brought them up to her lips and her tongue came out and tasted her own juices. Olivia then smiled at me and she came towards me and dropped to her knees before me. Extending her hand to me, she offered her fingers to my lips and I gratefully accepted them. It had been so long since I had tasted her and smelled her. Slowly she worked her fingers into my hungry mouth and her other hand was busy making its way into my blouse, to my breasts and my aching nipples.

Olivia touched my breasts and squeezed my nipples, making me draw my legs up, opening myself to her. Slowly she withdrew her fingers from my mouth and leaned forward and kissed me hard. Our lips mashed together and her tongue probed my mouth, like a mini penis, in and out. Breaking the kiss, she lowered her head and kissed my neck, lingering at the tender spot where my neck joins my shoulders. This sent shivers up my spine. Olivia grabbed my blouse in both her hands and ripped it open, exposing my breasts and sending buttons flying around the room. As she lowered her lips to my breasts, my nipples seemed to reach out to her. My body shuddered as her lips touched them for the first time. Oh how they ached! As she sucked my nipple into her mouth, my whole breast seemed to disappear with it. Her hands were now busy, lightly tracing a path up my inner thighs, up under my skirt. I could feel my wetness, which betrayed my desire.

Her mouth devoured my breast and she teased my nipple by lightly touching it with the tip of her tongue and drawing circles around it and then nipping it with her teeth. I was caught between pleasure and pain and I pulled her head tightly to my chest. Her hand crept its way up my thigh and under my short skirt. Her fingers skipped over my neatly trimmed bush and would dip into my wetness then slide out and return seconds later to tease me again. I could feel my body start to shake and my nipples felt like they were about to explode because they could not get any longer, I pressed my self onto her hand and then Olivia released my nipple and began to kiss and lick her way down my tummy.

She lifted her head and sat up, I opened my eyes to look into hers and I knew I was about to get what I had always wanted from a woman. I could see the lust in her half open eyes as she lowered her face towards me and she moved my skirt up out of the way to expose myself to her. I raised and opened my legs for her and I felt the touch of another woman's lips and tongue for the first time. My body jumped at her touch like shock had gone me. I raised my arms and reached out to her, placing my hands on her head and grabbing handfuls of her hair, I pulled her face into me. I could feel her tongue dancing over me and probing deeply into me. I could not believe all the sensations I was feeling from the action of her tongue swirling and probing around me. She would lick hard and then soft and she knew just where to do it. In no time my body started to jerk and I pulled her face into me and ground myself onto her tongue. I placed my legs on her shoulders on either side of her head and resisted the urge to squeeze them closed. I did not want to hurt her but the urge to close them was so intense.

Then I was there, my body surging and my mind almost going blank, waves of spasms went through my body and I held her face captive until I could stand her touching me no more and I tried to push her away. It was driving me insane, I could not control myself and I felt another wave coming over me. These were so intense; I had never felt anything like this before. I released my grip on Olivia's head and she slowly moved her face back from me but her tongue continued to lick and probe. Then I realized she was licking up my juices.

Looking down at her, I realized how beautiful she was and as she looked up at me, she guided me to the floor to lay beside her. I did not know what to say and so I just kissed her gently, to thank her for what she had done. I could taste my own juices on her lips. We lay in each other's arms and said nothing for the longest time. I broke the silence by telling her how glad I was that she had gotten in touch with me. I was afraid that I would never see her again. All I could think about the last little while was her. I propped myself up on my elbow and looked down into her eyes as she had begun to laugh after I had made that comment. I did not know what was so funny. She explained to me that she had felt the same emotions but did not want to rush me or scare me away from her because she realized it was the first time for me.

After hearing her say this, I smiled and decided now was the time to repay the favor. I leaned forward and kissed her one nipple. I could feel it grow in my mouth as I sucked on it hungrily. I moved from her one breast to the other and soon both of her nipples were erect and glistening with my saliva. This was a new experience for me but it was not what I really wanted at that moment. I wanted to make Olivia want me and I wanted to satisfy her totally. I started to lick my way down her body, down her ribs to her tummy and beyond. When she thought I was going to stop, I kept going down. Along her inner thighs to the tops of her hose which she still had on. I loved the feel of the transition from soft silky flesh to slippery nylon covered skin. I lightly kissed my way down her nylon-clad legs to her feet. Without knowing why, I took her toes into my mouth and sucked on them before continuing my journey back up the underside of her legs.

I stopped at the tender spot behind her knee and gently licked and kissed the sensitive area of skin. I could hear her moaning softly as I made my way to the top of her legs. As I reached my goal I swung myself around and straddled her head with my legs as I lowered my face to her and I could smell her sweet familiar scent. Tentatively my tongue began to lick and probe her and I felt her grab hold of my hips and pull me down to her waiting mouth. Together we started to pleasure each other and our bodies molded into each other. I could feel my excitement building and I knew Olivia was at that point as well and at that moment I hoped it would continue this way for a long time. Olivia and Nicole, I liked the way our names sounded when spoken together.