Mrs Kitty's
written by:
Sway

As I walked down Bourbon Street, the sun was shining, the temperature about 82. My skirt swayed in the muggy heat, legs hot, long hair pulled up into a messy bun at the nape of my neck. I loved these streets in the heart of the city, a year before floods and devastation hit this town. I had been here before, and loved every bit of it. My heeled sandals clicked on the stone sidewalk as I passed a beautiful woman, tall, slender, skin painted white, full angel wings attached to her back. It was true, you can be anyone you want to be here, no one ever looks twice.

I loved roaming the streets, and since I vacationed alone, I could do as I pleased. I was on my way to take a historical bus tour, when I spotted a store, hidden down a side street. Mrs. Kitty's...hmmmm......I thought to myself. Cutting down the sidewalk, I made my way to the sign. I pulled open the door, feeling the cool air rush out, feeling it blow up my skirt, cooling my thighs, causing my nipples to harden under my tank top. Ahhh...I though.

The door closed heavy behind me, as I looked around. The store was a lingerie shop, with some beautiful things. I wandered throught the racks, fingers slipping on silk in amazing colors, lace, soft satin, tickling on feathers, feeling the occasional slip of leather. Corsets in every lengthand color lined the back wall. As I strolled past them, I felt their boning, making me inhale quickly, mind filling with the thought of that tightness around my ribs, narrowing my already slim waist, the fullness of my tanned breasts flowing over the top, lacing pulled tight. The image made my thighs quiver, and my fingers reach for something to steady myself.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" a voice rang out from behind me. I turned, slightly startled, thoughts interrupted.

Behind me stood a woman slightly older than my 34 years, with short, dark, pixie cut hair, and amazing green eyes. Her lips were full, and she wore a sheer black shirt over her small pert breasts, contained in a beautiful black lace bra. He stomach was flat, leading down to a pair of low rise jeans, tight over her hips, belly button bearly peeking out. She wore black strapped heels, high, bringing her almost to my height. The quivering was slowly giving way to wetness, surrounded by all this sexy material, and seeing this nymph appear before me.

She smiled as I ran my fingers over my hair, pushing back the stray hairs that had slipped from my bun. "No thanks, I just saw the sign and got intergued." I said rapidly.

She smiled again, and stepped to the rack I had my hand on. "If you don't mind me saying, this would look great on you, with those red highlights, and your tan skin." She held out a floor length gold gown, with sheer inserts, that would reveal small areas of skin. I took it from her, fingers folding into the fabric, feeling it slide against my skin.

"Too bad I have no one to wear it for!" I said, laughing. She had somehow put me at ease, and I reached a hand out to introduce myself. "My name's Evangaline, but everyone calls me Eva." I siad, as she took my hand.

"I'm Cara, I own this place with my husband Ray." She answered, "I thought of this too when I saw you." She held out a pink corset, "I have a black satiny skirt that would be totally hot with this" SHe was off, flipping quickly through racks, "A-ha...here it is. How cute would this be to go out in?" SHe handed it to me with a smile.

"I'll have to find myself a date!" I said laughing. We proceded to wander the store becoming fast friends, gathering a few more thngs, exchanging girl talk along the way.

"Ok, girl, you have to try on. It's been slow all day, so we can probably keep chatting, and I'd love to see how that gold one looks if you are comfortable showing me." She said, pulling back the curtain to a large dressing room, walls red, black brocade fainting couch in one corner. I stepped in, and she pulled the curtain closed.

I stepped out of my skirt, slipping my heels off, and pulled my tank over my head. I had large breasts, but no need for a bra, and a narrow waist, curved hips, and long legs. I reached to the first set, an aqua camisole, and boy shorts set. I pulled on the cami, smiling as it settled on my shoulders, and slipped on the panties, feeling the satin slip up my thighs. My pussy twitched as I turned to look in the mirror, my nipples hard from the touch of the soft fabric. I heard Cara outside the door "How's it going?"

"See for yourself" I answered, feeling rather sultry. I struck a pose, as she peeked her head in, and I giggled "You look amazing! Try something else!" She urged, giggling at me.

I removed that set, and pulled on a short jade green nightgown. It bearly covered my neatly shaved pussy, and just hid my ass in back. It was lacy all over the top, nipples slightly exposed, hard as pebbles. My pussy was in agony, knowing that sexy woman was outside the curtain, knowing I could do nothing about it till I got back to my room. I bent over, looking for my watch, to check the time, when I heard the curtain slide open. "Oh!" she said, as I felt my face flush. My pussy was totally exposed, and there was no way she could have not seen my wetness. I stood quickly, letting the fabric fall down, as she looked up to my eyes.

"Sorry, I thought I would check on you....hope I didn't embarrass you." she said, apologetically.

"No, no, just checking to see what time it was is all. What do you think?" I turned, facing her, nipples so hard they began to hurt. She pulled back the curtain, and stepped in. "Let me just adjust the straps." she said, coming around behind me.

Her fingers brushed my skin, and my pussy grew wetter. She adjusted the one strap, and moved to the other. "There, that's better" she said, her hand coming around to the front, straightening the skinny straps. They slid down, to my waist, running over the lace. "Perfect fit" she said, sliding her hands down the silk of the short skirt, "And you've got the legs for it." Her fingers rimmed the edge, brushing lightly on the back of my thighs. I let out a breath.

"Oh, you liked that?" she whispered in my ear, her lips so close to my skin, I could feel her breath. Her hand slipped around to the front, running up the lacy top. "I can see your nipples, so hard, like little pebbles under the top." Her fingers brushed my nipple, making me moan. She had me, my legs growing weak with my passion, my pussy soaked, juices pouring out of me, covering my pussy lips with my sweet nectar. I pushed my hips back into her, as her arms wrapped around me, both of us watching in the mirror. "I thought you were beautiful, from the moment you stepped through the door, wondered if you could be interested in these clothes, wondered if you were getting turned on......I see now......you are." SHe kissed my neck, and my head fell back on her shoulder. "Take down your hair." she whispered. My hand reached up to let it free.

My hair is average brown, with red highlights running through it. It falls to my ass, in soft waves. I shook it out, my breast bouncing with the shaking of my head, my nipples rubbing the lacy material, growing harder and harder. She inhaled, breathing in the smell of my hair, her eyes closing. "Are you wet baby?" she asked, her lips gliding over my earlobe, my moans escaping my lips. "Tell me you are." she begged.

"God, yes, couldn't you see when you looked in?" I asked, voice bearly above a whisper. "My lips are so swollen, so wet....." I was loving the way she kissed and licked my neck, her fingers just lightly trailing over my breasts, circling my nipples, palming them to feel my hardness pushing into her grasp. My pussy was aching, my juices threathening to flow down my thighs.

She turned me around to face her. "Show me." She pointed to the fainting couch, giving me a gently push towards it. I stepped from her, and reached for the edge of the gown. I pulled it off over my head in one quick motion, heaing her gasp as she saw my tattoo, a huge, ornate black cross on my lower back. I turned, settling into the couch.

"Please...I want to see it.....your wetness..." she asked quietly. She settled on a small stool in the corner, as I laid back. I had never done this in front of anyone before, and the idea was getting me hotter by the moment. My fingers carressed my skin, wrapping around my nipples, hard, teasing them. I played with them, bringing them to my lips, one at a time, sucking them, hearing her moan. My nipples glistened with my saliva as I teased them, pulling, carressing. One hand slid down my tummy, circling my belly button, going further, sliding over my shaved mound, parting my legs. "Wider...open them wider." she asked gently.

I complied, spreading my legs wide, so far apart, my pussy exposed to her, my juices now flowing down my ass, my thighs soaked from my juices running down my legs. I had never been so wet, so excited. My clit stood out, hard, pushing out of my labia. My lips were swollen, and I could see in the mirror how good it looked, all juicy, already contracting with excitement.

My fingers were still teasing my nipples, and now I had one finger positioned right above my clitty. "Tease it.......show me how you do it when your alone." she coaxed. I slid my finger down, clit reaching up to meet it, moaning as I came in contact, feeling my wetness, the ease with which it slid down my lips. I circled my clit, moaning, eyes shutting, head falling back. "Pull your lips apart...let me see that sweet hole." She asked, watching intently, eyes glued to me. I did as she asked, exposing my hole to her, "Slide your fingers in...fill yourself." She requested as my fingers circled my hole.

I slid two fingers deep inside me, brushing my g-spot, moaning, back arching. "Yes baby, that's so sexy." she breathed, eyes focused on my pumping fingers, my arching back, my hard nipples bouncing as I finger fucked myself. I was so wet, my hand covered my my pussy juice, my clit so hard it was pushing against my palm, being tortured with every thrust. "Back off that sweet cunt, baby." she urged, "Tease that clit."

I pulled my thrusting fingers from my hole as they slid up to my hard clitty. I love to tease my slit, prolonging the pleasure, bringing myself to the edge, and backing off, building up to an amazing orgasm. I circled my clit, my touch sending waves of pleasure through me. My hips rocked on the edge of the couch, my pussy dripping juice. I felt my orgasm approach as she rose from her spot. "Not yet......tease it more for me.....don't end it yet." she asked, coming to rest on the floor in front of me. "I want to have my fingers in you when you cum....want to feel how tight you are."

I backed off my clit, groaning, wanting to cum, but wanting to feel her touch more. I felt her fingers slip up my thigh, her lips kissing my knee. She slid her fingers into mine, holding my hand as I rubbed my clit, feeling so good, her touch with mine. They parted from mine as she wet her fingers in my juices. She roamed my pussy lips, making me shudder, making me moan, wanting her fingers deep in me.

"Go back to your clit, baby.....let's make you cum...I want to see you." she was still teasing me, my lips wanting to suck her fingers in. Suddenly, I felt her slide inside me, her fingers filling me, so deep inside me. I moaned loudly, as I returned my own fingers to my aching clit.

She thrust into me, kissing my thighs, watching me, buck and moan with pleasure, her fingers brushing my spot with every thrust. "Yes, baby...." I moaned, my clit growing harder, my orgasm approaching. "I'm going to cum, baby......I'm going to cum..." I moaned, hearing her coax me on, feeling her fingers, feeling my own clit begin to twitch.

She kept up her thrusting, my pussy loving every inch of her fingers, my orgasm coming to the edge and pouring over. My body arched, my pussy exploding, squirting my juices all over her hand and fingers. I pushed myself up, fucking her fingers, wanting them so deep, so hard, my own fingers still assualting my clit, my orgasm coming in waves, my hair tangled, my ass soaked in my flowing juices.

For what felt like hours my body convulsed, my pussy squirting more of my juices, her moans matching mine as she watched every bit, seeing me cum so hard. I collapsed on the couch, my breath short, hard. She curled up to me, resting her head on my thigh, licking her fingers, tasting my juices. Her fingers crept up my belly, to my belly button, circling it, finding my hand, fingers lacing into mine. I smiled weakly down at her, seeing her own smile at me.

"Want to come upstairs, you can rest in the cool, while I close the store up." she offered, quietly. Not wanting to leave, I nodded, and she helped me to my weakened feet. She told me to wait here, while she got me a robe, and disappeared. I streched, seeing myself in the mirrow, nipples red, clit still peeking out of my pussy lips. She returned with a pink fluffy robe, and gently wrapped it around me. "Come on." She took my hand and led me out to the store, and up the stairs beyond the dressing rooms.

We enterd an apartment, and she led me throught the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, handing it to me with a smile. She pulled me down the hall, seeing me getting tired. "You can rest here, I'll be up in a little bit to check on you. Okay?" She smile, and I nodded, wanting to be cared for by this beautiful nymph of mine.

She opened the door, and I gasped. Her husband......

He was on his side in bed, the room dark, his body forming a sillouette of a man with broad shoulders, and a beautiful face. She walked over to him, whispering to him "Eva is going to lay with you for a little bit, while I close the store....she's tired, let her rest. I'll be up after awhile." She kissed him, as he nodded and smiled in my direction.

She came to me, taking my hand. "He won't attack you, maybe snuggle, but not attack. Are you ok with this? If not, we understand."

I smiled, knowing I wasn't leaving, and gently kissed her as she closed the door. I turned to him, and removed my robe. Sliding into bed, I felt him move over to me. It was nice to feel the presence of a man in bed next to me, and knowing this was just the begining, made it all the better.