Our morning plans were now in full force. Zoe and I had planned a threesome. First time for both of us and from what I gleaned from James, his too. It was shaping up to be an interesting night, no matter how well it went.
The first place we went to was Ann Summers, the popular high street sex shop but there was really nothing in the line of lingerie that aroused either of us. We did, however, purchase some lube and a dildo, it was fluorescent yellow and claimed to glow in the dark. It was more of a fun purchase than a practical one but we thought it would be a useful addition to the playtime that night. Next up was Victoria's Secret. I found a virginal white strappy bodysuit that would look perfect on Zoe. I chose a black corset bra top and a matching thong. We approached the dressing room and I went first, trying on the corset, thankfully Zoe came into the stall with me to help me into it. I looked in the mirror, my breasts heaving out over the front of the top. Just my jeans and heels on with this corset and I was already turned on.
Zoe went next, stripping down and trying on the bodysuit. Once all was adjusted and the straps covered where necessary, I couldn't resist a closer look. I asked her to spin around for me, seeing her nippled barely covered and how hot she looked I couldn't resist reaching out and pulling her close to me. She thwarted my attempts, but when she started to take it off, her hips swaying, as if to music, her sexy undressing was too much to endure. I couldn't resist reaching inside my jeans and plunging my fingers into my already-wet twat as Zoe teased and danced. I was closing in on orgasm when she thrust her crotch towards my face and I couldn't stop myself from dragging the clothes off her and penetrating her pussy as I frigged myself to completion. She straddled me as I sat on the chair and fed her now naked breast to my mouth. I sucked hard, eliciting a moan from her. We were about to begin kissing when we heard a knock on the door and a request to free up the room. We both laughed out loud and hurriedly dressed. Taking our items of seduction, we giggled our way around the store picking up other little bits and pieces before heading to the checkout.
From the look on the face of the older lady ringing us up, she had a fair idea what was going on and I imagined it wasn't the first time someone had gotten over amorous in the dressing rooms. We couldn't help but act like teenagers at the thought we were caught and it was certainly an immature response on our part. We paid and left the store still in various levels of laughing at what we had just done. One last stop before we went home was a visit to the off-sales. One bottle of Bollinger champagne and we rushed to get home.
James had messaged me a few times to confirm we were okay with what was happening. At various points, both Zoe and I had replied back with topless pics or one of us kissing. He was getting more turned on as the afternoon wore on, and when Zoe requested a dick pic, he was only too happy to oblige.
When the time had come and James was on his way, we both were enjoying a gin. I had dressed in the slutty attire from Victoria's Secret along with heels and thigh-high hold-up stockings. Wrapped in a silk, but not really silk, dressing gown I waited on my couch while Zoe showered and prepared herself. As I flicked through the messages from today and all the teasing going on I couldn't help but get turned on. It wasn't long before I could feel my fingers making their way into my thong and gently sliding around my clit. I was so aroused I didn't even hear Zoe come in, dressed in the sexy bodysuit I tried to snatch off her in the store.
She joined me on the couch, running her hand up and down my inner thigh and just as we were about to do something, the doorbell sounded. For the first time since this all started, I was nervous. I gulped down the last of my gin before wrapping myself in the gown and making my way to the door. Checking the peephole to make sure I wasn't about to expose myself to some poor pizza delivery guy, there stood James. Not overly dressed but respectable and hand wrapped around the neck of a bottle of something I couldn't yet see. I let my gown fall open exposing my heaving bosoms and black corset, then opened the door.
