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The Awakening of Emily
Chapter One of Four

by Alex Firestone

My father objected when I decided to keep my Summer job during the fall semester, but I knew my parents couldn't afford my books, tuition and lodging this year. The job would at least give me a little spending money. I was one of those quasi-nerdy good girls, studying to get a degree in business administration. But I felt like something was seriously missing in my life. I had become distant from my friends. I couln't keep a boyfriend. I just let myself be led by impulse. I sold the car mom and dad gave me and got myself an apartment just half a mile away from the mall, where I worked as a sales rep for a lingerie store.

I'm not sure why I was so compelled to work there. The lacy, sexy garments, I think, are what appealed to me more than the job itself. I wasn't very focused on my job. Being a chronic people watcher, I found myself tailing the customers all the time, wondering what appealed to them, what they're likely to try on, what they'd do with it later. Maybe being a virgin at 19 was my problem.

About my fourth week in the store, while hanging some clothing on the rack, something struck me as unusual, far to my right, barely in my field of view. I turned to see a remarkably beautiful woman in her mid twenties. She was holding some almost nonexistent panties against her. As she stood there looking down at herself, I marvelled at how incredibly goddesslike she appeared to be--her long shiny hair, her delicate hands, her slender, firm figure. Her posture was statuesque and her movements flowed. I thought I'd approach her to help her with her selections, but I realized how intimidated I was to speak to her.

Just then she looked up at me. Her face was every bit as stunning as her form. Her large eyes stared right into mine. Her tongue appeared briefly, moistening her full lips before she spoke. "Miss, could you assist me, please?"

I wordlessly approached, still feeling unusually shy. I stood beside her, noticing that she was actually only about 5'3". But she was my height, four inches higher, in her expensive-looking heels.

"I know I want to buy this g-string, but I'm not sure about this skirt. I usually wear a 2 but I think the 2 would be a little roomy on me." She was holding the skirt against her the way she had the g-string, earlier. Her lengthy, brown hair cascaded over her other shoulder. From my new vantage point, I could see her long, elegant neck, collar, and clear down the deep-cut V of her silky blouse. We girls are often on our guard about showing our breasts to strange men, but usually don't give it too much thought around the ladies. I've never known myself to try to check out a girl's breasts like this, but there I was, sneaking a peek. A sheer gold bra loosely covered her C-cup breasts. I could see her tiny, rose-colored nipple. "Hello?"

I hadn't realized she had looked back at me. My eyes met hers. She had this 'would you like fries with that?' kind of expression on her face.

"Oh, I'm so embarrassed!" I gasped, blushing, smiling, covering my face. "I don't know why--I'm just a wreck right now."

"That's OK. I get stares like that all the time, just usually from drunken business men," she said, touching my arm. Goosebumps appeared.

"Huh?" I said like an idiot. What the hell was happening to me? I've never responded like this to anyone, especially a woman! I'm a 4.0 student, a girls' track 400 meter record holder at my old high school. I'm turning to jelly in front of this perfect stranger!

"I'm an exotic dancer," her lips said. I was staring at them. "I'm used to people looking at me like that. So, what do you think, a size 1 or a size 2?" I had to snap out of it. I was only seeing her piece-by-piece, not as a whole. Why couldn't I collect myself?

I took the skirt from her and looked at it, then looked at her hips. "Let's see," I said, my voice weak. As I stared at her pelvis, I couldn't keep myself from imagining it naked, up on a stage in front of strangers.

She took the skirt out of my hands and held it against my pelvis. "Looks like it will fit you," she said.

Her hands firmly held my hips. Her thumbs pinned the skirt against the hollow of my hips. I felt quivering feelings where her thumbs were pressing. My arms were curled against my chest and I realized once again I was standing aloof like an imbicile.

"Emily," the goddess said my name, squeezing my hips more firmly as she addressed me. She had read my name tag.

"Yes, ma'am?" I said, realizing my eyes were starting to water. I glanced at her face, relieved to see an amused smile on her face.

"You're so cute. What is the matter with you?" the goddess laughed.

"I don't know," I mumbled. "But thank you for putting up with me. I'm really not myself right now."

She moved a little closer to me, still holding the skirt to my hips. "Take me to the fitting rooms." The scent of flowers ascended from her chest.

"Ok," I said, and turned away from her, leading her to the back of the store. I took a deep breath as I walked, trying to reclaim my sensibilities. But as I walked I found I was focused on listening to her walking behind me.

The fitting rooms consisted of three large walk-in rooms with full-sized doors, allowing total privacy. Each had two large mirrors inside, a chair, a padded bench and a small vanity. I opened the door to #3 for her, but she pushed me inside and tossed me the skirt. "I'll be back in one minute," she declared with authority, "I want to see you wearing that skirt."

As the goddess began to close me into the fitting room, called out, "I can't--store policy!"

She shut it. "If I like it on you," she said through the door, "I'll buy it." I felt a little frantic, so out of control. Of course I could simply walk back out of the fitting room, but deep inside I wanted to do as she said.

I quickly kicked off my shoes, unfastened my slacks and practically jumped out of them. I looked at my thighs in the mirror and questioned whether my panties suited the skirt. I yanked my panties off and cast them onto the chair. The skirt was short, giving me about 3 inches of play below the crotch. It was a very sexy, sheer skirt. I turned, looking at myself in the mirrors at different angles. I really looked great in it! Of course the blouse I was wearing didn't work at all with it.

I timidly stepped out of #3 like a deer, looking around for danger. Goddess reappeared and sized me up.

"Oh, yes," she smiled. "That's very nice. It fits you perfectly." She held my blouse above the skirt and rotated me to the left and right, checking out the skirt--or me, really. This is a skirt you just don't wear unless you're really in shape.

"You want to buy it?" I asked.

"Umm," she mused, "I think I'd like to try it on myself."

"Ok," I replied, and headed back into fitting room #3.

As I turned to close the door, I collided with her. She had walked in behind me! She pushed the door closed and locked it. "Take it off and give it to me," she demanded, softly, but firmly.

I was trembling and she was perfectly calm. As I eased the zipper down the side of the skirt, she began removing the silk wrap that covered her thighs. I had the little white skirt half way off my hips when her wrap dropped to the floor. She was completely naked from the navel down, except for her black pumps.

She took a single step toward me. I stepped back into the bench, which buckled my leg, causing me to sit. Her hips and thighs were now at eye level. Her pubic area was absolutely hairless and smooth, and her pink clitoris extended beyond her labia, distinct, strangely magnificent.

I pushed the skirt past my knees and over my feet and offered it to her, but she just tossed it on the chair behind her and continued toward me. My heart started pounding and I realized I was gasping for breath. I was afraid, but determined to let her do whatever she was going to do. I felt a warm surging feeling in my breasts and a strong agitation in my privates.

"Show me how you feel about me, Emily," goddess said. She gracefully lifted her right leg and placed her heel by my left hip. Her right hand cupped the back of my head and pulled my face directly against her mound. My lips and nose mashed into the soft, smooth, hairless flesh. I attempted to kiss her, but her jutting clitoris was between my lips. I stretched my lips wider over her vulva and she pressed against me even firmer. All I could do was extend my tongue and suck.

I had no idea what I was doing. I knew it was sex, but I could never have imagined it this way. There was unfamiliar flesh against my face, this prominent, suckable clit on my tongue. I really did want her. I sucked and licked her fervently, unloading the tension I'd been collecting since I first saw her.

Her hand closed into a fist, full of my hair. Her sexy hips gyrated in response to my efforts. I realized my hands were clenching her bare buttocks, which I could feel tensing and releasing as she moved.

Suddenly she pulled my head back and knelt between my legs. Her soft, warm lips draped over mine and she kissed me deeply, with ever-growing force until she was actually sucking my tongue. She pushed me so I was leaning against the wall. Her face lowered between my open thighs. I felt her satiny hair cascade over my hips. She was not subtle. Her lips plunged through my blonde pubic hair and labia and struck ground zero. I couldn't tell exactly what she was doing to my overexcited clit, but I sat up with a shock, then dropped back against the wall again.

I held her head against me and marvelled at what this gorgeous creature was doing to me. Her slick tongue buffeted my clit causing sensations I had never achieved with my own hand. Relentless, she drove my excitement higher until my whole body felt like an overfilled water baloon. With a shriek I heaved forward, clasping her head between my thighs and writhed as orgasmic energy pounded me from within. Goddess clasped her hand over my mouth as I whimpered and squealed through her fingers.

When my storm subsided, goddess softly kissed my lips and helped me to my feet. "Emily, would you like to learn how to do that to me?" She asked.

"Oh, yes!" I gasped.

"Then when you get off work, go downtown to the Emerald Club and tell them you're with Nadia." She said as she wrapped her thighs in her silk as they were before.

"Ok."

"And wear that skirt."

Nadia stepped out of the room and left me alone. I noticed three $20 bills lying on top of the skirt, which is about $10 more than it cost.

- End of Chapter One -

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