“Tight jeans” – Anonymous – FF

Jeans

Hi everybody! My name’s Wendy, and I want to share a story with you about an interesting experience I had last summer while shopping for a new pair of jeans.

Before I start, I’ll tell you a little about myself. I just turned 20 years old. I’m petite — 5’2″ and about 105 lbs. My measurements are 32A-22-34. I have naturally blonde hair (really) which I perm and wear just above my shoulders. People tell me I have a baby face, and I take that as a compliment. In the summer I try to keep a bit of a tan, but not too much. Being as small as I am, I’m what most people consider “cute” rather than “pretty.”

Last summer I was home from college. A guy that I hadn’t seen since high school called and asked me out. I was surprised and excited that he remembered me, and I gladly accepted. I was eager to look my best for him, so the day before the date I decided to go buy a new pair of designer jeans to wear. You know the type I’m talking about — so tight they look like they’re painted on. On my small frame, my bottom is the only part of my body that’s shapely, and I like to show it off as best I can.

I walked into a women’s clothing store and was greeted by a tall, slender saleswoman who appeared to be in her late twenties. “May I help you?” she asked politely. I told her what I was looking for. When I told her the size (which was obviously smaller than what I normally wear), she looked me over and grinned slightly before heading for the designer jeans section. I followed behind her as she walked. She was attractive, with long, flowing black hair and dark skin. She wore a very short, light gray dress and black stockings that accentuated her long, slim legs. The woman handed me a pair of jeans and said, “Here, you can try these on over in the dressing room.”

After entering the dressing room, I quickly kicked off my tennis shoes and removed my shorts. I sat down and proceeded to pull the jeans up my legs. For those of you who have never tried to put on a pair of tight — I mean really tight — jeans, I can tell you that there are few tasks in life that are more difficult. When I got them up to my hips, I pulled and pulled, trying desperately to get them over my butt. I was able to get them part of the way up, but no further.

Whenever I go out wearing tight jeans, I carry a pair of pliers in my purse to help me get the jeans on and off, like when I go to the bathroom. Unfortunately, I forgot to bring pliers with me that day. I figured that maybe the saleswoman could help me somehow. I opened the door of the dressing room slightly and peeked out. She was right outside. Not wanting any of the others in the store to hear, I whispered my predicament to her and asked if she could give me a hand. She smiled knowingly and replied, “Sure.”

She came into the dressing room and shut the door. “Oh my, you do have quite a problem here,” she quipped after examining my situation. “Turn around and hold your arms straight out in front of you. Lean forward with your hands against the wall.” I did as she asked, feeling like I was about to be frisked. Suddenly, realizing that my thong panties left my bottom exposed to the woman, I felt a little embarrassed.

She stepped up behind me, gripped the top of the jeans, and began tugging them up. I tried to help by holding my breath. The woman seemed to know what she was doing. She would pull one side up a little and then do the same on another side, and so on and so on. It felt kind of funny to have her touch my butt and hips. Her hands even grazed the crotch of my panties a couple of times. In less than a minute, she had inched the jeans all the way up. She gently grabbed me by the hips and turned me around so that I was facing her. She reached down and yanked the zipper up. Then she slipped her finger inside the front of the waist and fastened the snap. She backed up, as if to admire her work, and asked me, “Well, how do those feel? Too tight?”

God, they fit like a second skin. I was barely able to breathe. I tried to crouch down just a little, and I could hardly move. “They’re perfect,” I gasped.

“Turn around and let me see,” the saleswoman requested. Without saying a word, I did as she asked. “Mmmm, those look great on you,” she said. I looked at the reflection of my ass in the mirror. She was right. I looked pretty hot, if I do say so myself.

“I’ll take them,” I said excitedly.

“Great. Do you want to wear them out of here, or shall I help you take them off so I can wrap them up?” she inquired.

It was hot outside, so I told her I wanted to put my shorts back on.

“OK then. Sit down on the bench,” she told me. I did and leaned back on my elbows. She knelt in front of me and snaked her fingers down the front of the jeans and unfastened the snap. Then she quickly pulled the zipper back down.

“Raise up off the bench a little,” she directed me next. I had to hold my arms stiff and straight down so that I could grab the edge of the bench to lift my rear up. That position was not at all comfortable. I wondered why she wanted me to sit instead of stand. She reached underneath me and began tugging the jeans down over my bottom. Just as before, I felt the soft touches of her hands on my naked ass. Next, she pulled the front down a little, gently grazing my panty-covered pussy. Steadily, she worked the jeans down, using the same technique that she had used earlier to get them on me. Then, she grabbed the waist on both sides. All at once, she gave a mighty tug and pulled the jeans completely off my hips and down to my knees. The force surprised me, and I struggled to keep from losing my balance. I looked down and was horrified to see that not only were the jeans pulled down, but my panties had gone with them! There I was, with my pussy completely exposed in front of a woman I didn’t even know.

Before I could say anything, she spoke. “Oops. Sorry about that.” She was still on her knees on the floor in front of me. “I’ll take care of that,” she said. With that, she quickly grabbed the jeans and panties and pulled them both completely off!

“What are you doing?” I said to her in an alarmed tone, but quiet enough so no one else in the store could hear.

“Just enjoy it, cutie,” was all she said, and quick as a cat, she stood up between my legs and was on top of me. She shoved me backwards and pinned both my shoulders to the wall. I tried to push her off, but I couldn’t get any leverage. Then, she leaned forward and pressed her lips onto mine and began kissing me forcibly. I tried desperately to turn my face away, but she was too strong and persistent. She held me firmly and continued her assault on my mouth.

Needless to say, I was in a panic. There I was in a dressing room, half-naked, being kissed heatedly by another woman. I was afraid to scream because I didn’t really want to create an embarrassing scene. I continued to struggle against her, but I couldn’t escape her strong hold.

After several seconds with the woman’s lips locked to mine, I realized she wasn’t actually hurting me, so I relaxed a little and tried to gather my thoughts. She must have felt my resistance wane, because the next thing I knew her tongue was in my mouth. I couldn’t believe it. I wondered just how far she intended to go with me. She certainly showed no signs of stopping. Resigned to the situation, I opened my mouth slightly. She responded by hungrily probing her tongue deeper into my mouth. It almost felt like it was down my throat. My God, I had never been kissed like that before!

With our mouths still pressed together, I was shocked to hear her start moaning. Worried that someone might hear, I tried to find my voice to somehow tell her to be quiet. It was only then that I realized *I* was the one moaning! I was actually enjoying getting frenched by another woman. Surprised at myself, I then made a bold move (for me anyway) and drove *my* tongue into *her* hot, wet mouth! She, of course, responded enthusiastically. We proceeded to kiss each other lustily for several seconds.

Recognizing that I had become a willing participant, the woman removed one of her hands from my shoulder and began fondling my braless tits through the thin material of my tank top. Still kissing me, she then moved her other hand down and began caressing my naked thighs. She obviously knew exactly how to touch another woman. My stomach fluttered and my pussy was steaming. She then pulled her lips from mine and began to passionately nuzzle my neck. I put my hand behind her head and ran my fingers through her long, black hair. She was amazing. I felt like my entire body was covered by her soft hands and luscious mouth.

After a minute or so of this touching, she backed away and knelt in front of me between my open legs. I licked my lips nervously in anticipation of what I hoped was about to happen. She looked up at me inquisitively as if seeking my approval for her to proceed further. I found her sudden hesitance a little amusing, considering that only a little while earlier she had practically tried to rape me. I leaned forward, put my hand behind her neck and pulled her face towards my moist pussy.

That was all the encouragement she needed. She began swirling her talented tongue through my blonde bush. Teasingly, she grabbed a few of my pubes in her teeth and shook her head gently, pulling my cunt hairs ever so slightly. She then placed one hand above my mound and pushed the bottom of my tank top up, revealing my flat stomach. She began kissing and licking my tummy. She continued upward, finally pulling my top up far enough to expose my small boobs. Not surprisingly, my pink nipples were rock-hard. She seemed to like what she saw and began sucking my stiff nubs voraciously. I’m usually pretty loud during sex, so to keep quiet I had to pull my tank top up into my mouth and bite down on it to keep from screaming and moaning. She diligently sucked, licked, and bit my throbbing nipples while I massaged the back of her neck. Once, I looked down to see her pull away from one of my tits, and a string of saliva trailed between her mouth and my nipple. It was no wonder my boobs were as soaked as my pussy.

With both of us breathing heavily, she moved back down to my stomach, stopping briefly to insert her tongue in my belly button and give it a good lick. She continued down and positioned herself so that her face was only inches away from my glistening pussy. I watched her intently and marveled at the situation — a beautiful woman, impeccably- dressed, on her knees, about to go down on me.

First, she lifted my leg and draped it over her shoulder. I could see the tendons stick out in my slender thigh. My pubic hair is pretty sparse, so at that moment, my most private parts were completely exposed to that lovely women. She took her index finger and placed it at the top of my slit. I moaned softly through my impromptu gag. She ran her finger down the length of my pussy, gently stroking my swollen lips. I was in heaven. Her finger continued on, and she inserted the tip of it into my tiny asshole. I had never had anything in *that* hole before, and I gasped at how naughty it felt. She grinned at me wickedly and removed her finger.

Next, she slid her hand under my ass cheek and fondled my butt as best she could under the weight of my body. Her other hand quickly returned to my cunt. She inserted two fingers, and they quickly found my erect clitoris. I raised my hips, trying feverishly to hump her invading fingers. Meanwhile, she had moved her other hand from under my cheek and maneuvered it to my ass crack. Before I knew it, she had worked her entire thumb up my virgin butthole. It felt so fucking good to have that sexy woman screwing both of my holes at once. I was close to a powerful orgasm, and she knew it.

Still working her fingers in and out of my pussy and ass, she pressed her face into my sopping cunt. Instantly, her skilled tongue began to work the same incredible magic on my snatch that it had done earlier on my mouth and tits. She slowly and sensually licked my entire valley, up and down, up and down. I was delirious.

I started pinching my aching nipples, trying to speed up my impending climax. Just then, the woman found my clit with her tongue and began licking it vigorously. That pushed me over the edge. My entire body exploded with intense waves of sexual pleasure! I was blinded by flashes of white light and stars! It was, by far, the most incredible orgasm I had ever experienced in my life.

I just sat there with my eyes closed, unable to move. I was totally spent. The tank top fell from my mouth and rested above my tits. Somewhere far away, I felt the woman remove her fingers from my two holes. The smell of my juices wafted up to my nostrils. After a few seconds, I gathered enough strength to open my eyes. She was busily licking my juices off her fingers. She looked up at me lovingly and smiled. “Thank you,” I managed to whisper breathlessly.

“Oh. I’d better get back to work,” she said with a start. She quickly stood up, smoothed out her dress and hair, gave me a peck on the mouth, and vanished from the dressing room.

With my body still weak, I slowly pulled on my clothes and tried to make myself look presentable. I picked up the jeans and left the dressing room to pay for them. My saleswoman was at the register. She looked absolutely perfect — not a hair out of place. “Do you need anything else today?” she asked me, acting cool and professional. There were two other customers and another saleswoman within earshot. I just grinned and shook my head. She knew damn well I had already gotten much more than I had bargained for. As she handed me back my change, she smiled and said, “Thank you very much. Please come and see us again.” *Come* and see us again? That certainly sounded like a great idea.

Someday I’ll have to return to that store. When I do, I’ll be sure to tell you about it!


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Some days ago I read another lesbian sexy story set in a dressing room called “Dressing Down” by Mallory. Then I remembered that I had this little gem around here, on my bookshelf, and decided to publish it for your pleasure. “Tight jeans” was anonymously published in 1995 in the newsgroup called alt.sex.stories, the forum in which I firstly began to read short naughty stories. It is also published in Nifty Erotic Stories Archive.


"Room in Rome" - CoverSeducing a straight chick is a common fantasy in lesbian erotica. On my bookshelf, for instance, I have other hot sexy stories such as “Flying high” by Tiffany or “Breakdown” by Oliver Kiemschies. It has also been depicted in movies such as the softcore “Room in Rome” directed by Julio Medem, a really talented European guy. I love his films!

Do you want to read more awesome sexy stories? Proceed to my home page if you wish, be my guest!
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Photo: “Jeans buttonhole” by Muffet, published under a creative commons license.

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