Stephanie's Trial (11 page)

'I'd like to
try on the dress in the window,' Stephanie said.

'Of course.'
The woman went to the rack of clothes opposite and extracted a
black dress. She held it up. 'This is your size, I should
think.'

She took the
dress and went to the curtain at the back of the shop. Stephanie
followed her. The woman wore very high-heeled black court shoes and
a black skirt that hugged the curves of her large but shapely
buttocks. Above the skirt she wore a white silk blouse through
which Stephanie could see the lace of a white teddy. Her long legs
were sheathed in black nylon with a fully fashioned heel and seams
running up the dead centre of her slim calves. Though her body was
attractive it didn't quite match her face. There was something
angular and a little awkward about it. Even her breasts, which were
not large, appeared to jut out rather than flow from her chest.

She held the curtain aside and hung the dress on a hook just
inside the entrance. The changing room was not the usual cubicle
size. It was more like a small room with a reupholstered
Victorian
chaise longue
and a large full-length mirror on one wall. The ceiling had
been tented with a rich red material which had also been used in
panels on the walls. The thick carpeting was in a light
pink.

'This is
pretty,' Stephanie said.

'I always
hated those little telephone-box changing rooms. Can't relax in
those. If you need anything I'll be outside.'

The woman let
the curtain drop and Stephanie unzipped the light grey jersey dress
she was wearing and tried on the black. As she had suspected, it
was sexy and flattering, its cinched waist emphasising her full
breasts and the curves of her hips. She whirled in the mirror, then
went out into the shop.

'Oh, that
really suits you,' the woman said.

'I think so.'
Stephanie looked at herself in the mirror at the front of the shop
in natural daylight.

'What's this
material?'

'Unusual,
isn't it? Moiré taffeta.'

The material
made patterns of shade in the clinging black.

'It's
beautiful. I'll take it.'

'It's my own
design.'

'Really?'

'Everything in
here.'

'Well,
congratulations. It's great.'

For the next
hour Stephanie tried on almost everything in the shop and ended up
buying three dresses and a yellow suit, all beautifully tailored
and cut. She had looked at the lapels which all read: VIVIENNE
ELSON. Vivienne Elson, Stephanie decided, was a clever woman. She
was definitely going to make this shop a regular stop whenever she
came to London.

Stephanie had
watched Vivienne through the gap in the curtains as she'd changed
into the various outfits. Vivienne had a pose and grace about her
as she walked around the shop straightening clothes here,
rearranging the flowers there, generally fussing over detail. There
was something unusual about her and it was an unusualness that
Stephanie found very attractive.

She supposed
it was natural, considering the life she now led, but to Stephanie
a sexual agenda always seemed to be very close to the surface. Even
the chill she had experienced this morning had not apparently
cooled it. Of course what had happened with Kanjii still burned in
her body and mind vividly - if she cared to think about it she
could still feel his spunk shooting into her - so, she supposed, it
was not surprising that her response to this obviously very
talented woman should be, at least in part, a sexual one.

'Could you
help me?' she called. The zip on the last dress she had tried
seemed to be stuck. Or was that just an excuse? She could have
worked it free on her own.

'Of
course.'

Vivienne
pulled the curtain aside and entered the changing room.

'The zip...'
Stephanie turned her back so Vivienne could see for herself.

Cool fingers
freed the obstacle and pulled the tongue of the zip down into the
small of Stephanie's back, making the zip sing.

Stephanie
stepped out of the dress and replaced it on its hanger. 'I think
you're very clever,' she said, then turned to face Vivienne. 'And
very attractive.'

'Thank you,'
Vivienne said, blushing slightly. But she did not move. 'So are
you.' She took the hanger from Stephanie and their hands touched.
Immediately Stephanie kissed Vivienne on the cheek, feeling a
sudden rush of excitement as she did so. Seducing women was not
something she'd done often.

'What was that
for?' Vivienne asked, her eyes looking at the rich contours of
Stephanie's body, covered now only by a deep blue three-quarter cup
bra, matching tanga panties and grey hold-up stockings whose welt
was so high they practically grazed Stephanie's crotch.

Stephanie
paused before she said, 'I find you very attractive.'

'You mean
sexually?'

'Yes. And
let's say I don't believe in repressing my feelings any more. I've
learnt not to. If you find the idea unacceptable then we'll forget
I ever said it.'

'Are you a
lesbian?' Vivienne made the word sound like some sort of medical
disorder.

Stephanie
laughed. 'I like sex. I enjoy it. Men and women. As far as I'm
concerned it all comes down to the same thing.'

'I like it
too,' the woman said with a wistful tone that Stephanie didn't
understand.

'What does
that mean?' Stephanie asked.

'Nothing.'

Stephanie took
a step forward, wrapped her arms around the white blouse and pulled
Vivienne into a full-blooded kiss, pressing her tongue into her
mouth. Vivienne did not resist. She kissed back tentatively at
first and then more firmly, wrapping her arms around Stephanie in
turn.

'Can you close
the shop?' Stephanie said when their mouths parted.

'Now?'

'It's nearly
five.'

'Look, I think
there's something I should tell you...'

'Just lock the
door.'

Stephanie sat on the
chaise
longue
, putting one foot up on the seat and
leaving the other on the floor so her legs were apart and the flat
plane of her sex, covered by the tight-fitting blue panties, was
exposed. Her thick pubic hair under the material made her crotch
look as though it had been padded.

Vivienne
hesitated, then walked into the shop. She returned seconds later
and this time, with no hesitation, knelt on the thick carpet in
front of Stephanie's open legs. She bent her head and kissed the
knee of the leg that rested on the floor, then worked her mouth up
the stocking to the welt that held it in place. It was as though
she had made a decision and wanted to carry it through quickly
before she could think to change her mind.

Her mouth
slipped onto the open crotch of Stephanie's panties, sucking on
them, sucking through them to Stephanie's sex. Her mouth felt
incredibly hot. Stephanie moaned. Again with no hesitation,
Vivienne's fingers delved under the leg of the panties until they
were pressed into Stephanie's labia, and then, straight up with no
impediment, into her cunt.

'Is that what
you wanted?' Vivienne asked as though proud she had proved
something to herself. Her voice was much lower in tone.

'Yes...'

Stephanie had
got what she wanted again. She had aroused Vivienne's interest. She
had no idea if Vivienne had ever done this with a woman before and
didn't want to ask. Of course, she should never have started this.
It was crazy. The last thing in the world she needed was another
sexual experience, not after Venetia and Kanjii and everything
else. What was wrong with her? Was it like a drug, the more she got
the more she wanted? Or was it just that her sexual temperature was
so high at the moment it was simply irresistible?

She should
have apologised to the woman, told her it was a mistake and gone
home. Or arranged to meet at another time when she was next in
London. But though that was what she should have done, it was not
what she had any intention of doing.

Instead
Stephanie wriggled herself down onto the two thick fingers that
probed her cunt, feeling herself juicing around them.

'Is this what
you wanted?' Vivienne repeated, pushing a third finger up alongside
the other two while her other hand went into the high-cut leg of
the panties and searched Stephanie's pubic thatch until she found
her clitoris.

'Yes...'
Stephanie moaned.

With no
delicacy or finesse, the tip of Vivienne's finger started to wank
the clit from side to side, vigorously pressing down on it at the
same time.

'And
this...'

The finger
worked harder in time to the thrusts of the others in Stephanie's
cunt. Stephanie wanted to reach out and hold her back, stop her
being so fierce, but at the same time she was enjoying - if
enjoyment was the right word - the lack of subtlety. There was
something basic about what Vivienne was doing to her, like someone
who had not done something before or at least had not practised it
for a long time. Either way the energy was exciting and Stephanie
didn't want to spoil her enthusiasm.

Besides, it
was only seconds before Stephanie lost the ability to do anything
consciously. For some reason she suddenly smelled the strange aroma
from Kanjii's black box and it kicked her body into a higher gear,
making her juice copiously, opening her body like a flower,
allowing Vivienne's fingers deeper on their inward thrust.

Vivienne could
feel her response. Remorselessly she wanked at the hard knot of her
clit while her fingers imitated the action of a cock. It had been a
long time since she'd done this. She shouldn't have been doing it
now. She should have ignored this woman's provocation and done
nothing. But she couldn't. There was something about her, something
too profound to ignore. It was beginning to hurt her, as she knew
it would, and hurt her a lot, but she was determined she would
finish what she had began.

Stephanie felt
her body climbing to the brink. She looked at the woman kneeling
between her legs, a stranger, a stranger minutes before, now doing
the most intimate things to her. It was a power she seemed to have,
a directness and honesty. It would never have occurred to her
before but now it was a trait people responded to. It was
power.

Her nerves
sung, the different chords came together and became one harmony,
her body vibrating in unison and pitching her over into the black
abyss where there was only absolute pleasure.

Vivienne
sensed that the climax had passed. She pulled away gently, but
remained on her knees. She looked awkward and embarrassed.

'I'm sorry. I
didn't... I mean it was too hard to...' she said, not finding the
right words to express her confused feelings.

'Shh...'
Stephanie said.

'I just
haven't...'

Stephanie
slipped down beside her on to the soft carpet, putting her arm
around Vivienne's shoulder. 'Now it's my turn,' she said, caressing
her arm.

'No,' the
woman said in alarm.

'Why not?'
Stephanie said, moving her hand to Vivienne's breast. Strangely it
felt cold.

'You
can't.'

'I can.'

Stephanie
kissed her on the mouth. At first Vivienne resisted. But she was
weak. She allowed Stephanie to push her back onto the floor until
she was lying on her back with Stephanie beside her. She allowed
Stephanie's tongue between her lips, though even then she was
mouthing the words 'no, no, no,' as Stephanie's hand unzipped her
skirt at the side and delved beneath the waistband. But Vivienne
did not make any attempt to stop her: she had accepted the
inevitable.

Stephanie's
hand felt a suspender belt holding up the seamed stockings but
there was something else under the white teddy. It was a pantie
girdle, a very tight pantie girdle. She wormed her hand under the
teddy and on to the elasticated girdle, down to Vivienne's crotch,
at which point Vivienne broke the kiss.

'I tried to
tell you,' she said as she felt Stephanie's fingers feeling around
the shape and weight of her cock and balls, heavily strapped up
under the unyielding crotch of the pantie girdle but obvious
nevertheless.

'You're a
man?'

'Yes. I'm
sorry. I should never have...'

'Then fuck
me,' Stephanie said simply.

'What?'
Vivienne looked astonished. She had expected distaste and disdain,
but not this reaction.

'You heard.'
Stephanie was looking down into Vivienne's big, heavily made-up
eyes, and feeling tantalised by what she saw. The idea that this
beautiful woman, as feminine and lovely as any she'd seen, also had
a cock was exciting, wonderfully exciting.

Vivienne could
see she was serious that she meant what she said.

'Give me a
minute.'

She got to her
feet, walked through the curtain and out into the small office that
was tucked behind the shop counter.

Stephanie
watched her through the gap in the curtains. She pulled off her
blouse and the skirt. A tight white bra held spongy, flesh-coloured
artificial tits in place under the white teddy. Vivienne unhooked
the crotch of the teddy and pulled the heavy pantie girdle down her
hips. Quickly she unstrapped the cock from the tiny belts that held
it down. It erected immediately, pushing up inside the lace of the
teddy, framed by the long fingers of the white suspender belt.

Vivienne's
hands were trembling. She adjusted her hair in a little mirror on
the office wall and adjusted her stockings. The crotch of the teddy
hung down between her legs like a tail. She debated taking the
teddy off altogether but the bra that held her tits in place was so
ugly on its own. Taking a deep breath, she walked back into the
changing room.

Stephanie had
taken off the deep blue panties. She was fingering her labia
through the thick pubic hair, feeling her own excitement. She
wanted to be fucked by the strange vision that stood in front of
her.