First Lesbian But Not THe Last
15 November 2006
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I'm after a new dress for Jan's party on Saturday so its into town for something cheap yet stylish. Sitting on the the bus, I flick on my iPod and start thinking of what to buy for the party. As I am thinking I look around and notice a stunning girl a few seats in front of me, long dark strait hair and a tight t-shirt with a short black skirt.
For a while I have been fantasising about other women, so subconciously I find my mind wandering, imagining kissing and touching women, this woman. I have masturbated with this thought many times but never never had the confidence to carry out my fantasy.
As I get into town, I start to think of where I should go to find something to wear, and wander down the main street, spotting small boutique with a cool dress in the window. I am a bit of an hippy chick that likes one off pieces. I walk in the door and head for the dress. It’s so pretty- there are only 3 left so look for my size. There is one left.
Happy, I head for the changing room shout to the girl at the cash desk. " Am I OK to try this please?"
She looks up from her magazine and smiles. "Yeah sure." smiling back I walk into one of the curtained cubicles.
Slipping out of my clothes I cannot help but admire my body in the mirror wearing only my white underwear, happy with my body, slim waist, tight firm ass and 32dd breasts. I enjoy looking it makes me feel sexy somehow.
In the mirror, I notice a gap in the curtain and can see the girl from the counter sorting out clothes. Picking up the dress and opening the zip and stepping into it. A black, strapless dress with a clingy skirt that goes just above my knees. I hold it at the top and reach to fasten the zip. I pull it half way up but can’t reach to pull it the rest of the way up. I look in the mirror and see the girl still outside, I pop my head round the curtain, "Excuse me. Would you be able to fasten the zip on this for me? I can’t get it all the way up."
She heads over so I open the curtain and step out. She is a pretty girl, around 20 years old, like me. With shoulder length blonde hair and a lightly tanned complexion. Standing behind me she lifts the zip. "I love this dress, is it for a special occasion?"
I explain it’s for a friend’s going away party, as she is going to Australia for a year.
"Lucky girl," she comments. As she walks away, I turn so I can see the full dress in the long mirror at the bottom of the room. Then she walks back over with a pile of clothes in her hands. "Looks really good on you."
