Emily's Adventures : Volume 1

 Emily could see her panty line in the mirror as she buttoned up her
tight jeans and looked in the mirror. She new that she was supposed to
wear a thong with these jeans, but she detested them. She didn't like
flossing her teeth, so why should she floss her butt? Thongs didn't leave
anything to the imagination - there was no anticipation with a thong - it
left no package to unwrap. And so she had a thing for visible panty lines
and always found her self drawn to them when she came across them on other
women. "Bye mom! I'm going to work!" Emily shouted as she ran down the
stairs and flew out the front door. She climbed into her hand-me-down car
and drove off in the direction of the mall. Emily was 18 and had been
working at a popular clothing store in the local mall. She had recently
been promoted to manager of dressing rooms - which came with a small pay
raise, but more importantly to Emily, an increased amount of independence.
The dressing rooms were in a corner of the store away from the registers
and the office, so she could work without having the store manager
constantly breathing down her neck. She could run her area how she liked,
which made for a work day which was far easier to get through than it had
been.

The other reason she liked working in the fitting rooms is that it gave
her the opportunity to spend time with partially clothed women and girls.
Emily had only recently started to become aware of her attraction to those
of the same sex. Emily had never spent time fantasizing about boys like
most of her peers, and she had started to wonder why she was different in
this respect. She was not the most outgoing person in the world though, so
not being interested in boys hadn't really had a big effect on her or her
social life. She didn't have many friends, but the few she had she was
close with. She had always been smart and would just as soon spend an
evening reading a book or fiddling with her computer than go to a party.
Most of the kids her age she couldn't stand - they all just seemed so
immature.

Emily's lack of interest in boys however did not mean that boys were not
interested in her. At 5'4" she was considered petite, she had a slender
body with no sign of any leftover baby-fat. Her hair was shoulder length,
dyed black, and cut into something that resembled a bob. Her breasts were
small, B cup, but with a sufficiently padded bra she could appear as though
she had a moderate amount of cleavage. She hardly ever wore makeup, but
usually had her short fingernails painted black or dark purple. Emily
found herself in the position of having to refuse a fair number of suitors,
but the fact that she wasn't part of the popular crowd at school meant that
she was not overwhelmed with horny teenage boys.

But recently she had found herself not only not attracted to boys, but
actively attracted to girls! It was almost as if she woke up one morning
and found herself sexually awake. She was, for lack of a better term,
horny. She found herself filled with a desire that hitherto she had never
known. If she didn't masturbate to relieve the pressure, her panties would
quickly soak through with her wetness. Like a dog drooling at the sight of
a bone, her pussy drooled at the sight of form fitting jeans, low-cut
blouses, and those heavenly miniskirts.

It was this newfound lust that prompted Emily to go on-line and order a
spy-cam. In the dressing room area at work, the room in the far corner of
the store had next to it another room (a dressing room at one time) which
was used to store clothes that needed to be re-shelved. This is also where
Emily could hang her coat, do any paperwork that needed to be done, etc.
There was a shelf above the small desk where she would put her purse, and
this shelf was in such a location that if one were to sit on it, one could
see down, over the short walls that divided the dressing rooms, and into
the next dressing room.

And so, she had outfitted a purse of hers with the little camera and had
spent most of her last paycheck on the high capacity solid state drive to
which it would record. When she got in to work that day she put her purse
up on the shelf like usual, this time making sure it was positioned in just
the right way so that the camera had a perfect view of the room. She
flipped it on and went about her business.

Whenever a girl would come up to try something on and Emily found her
attractive she would lead her back to the corner fitting room. It was a
slow morning and a couple girls came back to try on blouses, but nothing
she anticipated that would produce that good of a show. She lead them to
the corner room nonetheless.

It wasn't until about 1:30 that the most beautiful girl Emily had ever
seen walked into the store. Emily was putting some blouses back on hangers
when she heard a soft voice say "excuse me". She looked up and fell
instantly in love. She was sure she was blushing and her mind reeled as
her mouth managed to form the word,

"Yes?"

"I'd like to try these on." said the girl, holding up the pile of
clothes she had in her hands.

"Oh, right." sputtered Emily, forcing herself to come back to earth.
"Right this way." She lead the girl back to the corner room and opened the
door for her. "My name is Emily - let me know if you need another size of
anything." she said with a smile. "What's your name?" Emily inquired.

"Sara" was the response which Emily wrote on the little chalkboard on
the fitting room door with a flourish.

"Okay Sara, take your time and don't be shy about asking me if you need
anything!"

"Okay. Thank you Emily." the girl responded with a shy smile before the
fitting room door closed between them. Emily quickly ducked back into the
little employee room to compose herself. Sara was almost the exact same
size as Emily - petite, but Emily was perhaps an inch taller. Sara however
was very pale, her skin was like cream - which went well with her long,
natural red hair. Her lips were thin and rosy while her eyes were large
and dark. Everything about her was perfect, from her beautiful hair to her
finely shaped nose, her small breasts and tight little butt. Emily was
truly awestruck. She had never felt like this before. Her heart pounded
in her chest and she could feel her crotch moisten as her pussy slipped
against the satin material of her panties.

Emily didn't have any experience flirting. The only things she knew
were what she saw in movies, and most of those things seemed way to brazen
to be plausible in real life. Sara seemed shy. She was by herself. Emily
estimated that she was about 14, close enough to her own age that they must
have things in common. She wondered if Sara had started high school yet.
She racked her brain trying to think of things with which to talk about.
She had been so flustered when they first met that Emily didn't see what
she had taken in the room to try on. She found herself hoping it was
something skimpy.

A few minutes passed and Emily had just shown another girl into a
dressing room when she heard Sara's melodic voice behind her. Her words
were timid but clear. "Emily, I'm sorry to bother you, but do you think
you could help me?" Emily beamed as she turned around and say her slender
face sticking out of the dressing room. "I'm not sure if this is the right
size." Emily walked over and Sara opened the door a little wider. She
stayed in the dressing room but the door was open enough that Emily could
see what she was wearing.

Sara looked absolutely radiant in a formal satin gown. It was burgundy
and the cut suited Sara's small frame wonderfully. It had cascading layers
that when down the whole length, but still hugged Sara's body tightly. The
back came down to the floor while the front of the dress came down to a few
inches above Sara's knees, revealing her perfectly shaped creamy white
thighs. It was not a low cut affair, but it was tight enough that it left
the most exquisite twin bumps over her chest and Emily thought she could
just make out the shape of her nipples through what must have been a thin
bra. Emily was also delighted that the dress was tight enough that she
could see the outlines of panties going over Sara's hips and down around
her tightly hugged rear. "You look absolutely amazing!" was all that Emily
could manage to say at first. Sara blushed, which Emily discovered was
adorable, and spun around so that Emily could see her from all sides.

"Is it supposed to be this tight?" Sara inquired.

"Yes," replied Emily, trying to shake off the feelings that were
threatening to overwhelm her, "it's supposed to be form-fitting. Of course
you're meant to wear it with a thong."

"Oh. I just can't stand thongs."

"Me neither," said Emily glad that they had something in common to serve
as an ice breaker. The dress is long enough that you could just go without
panties all together." Emily smiled as she saw that this suggestion made
Sara blush again. Emily went over and grabbed Sara by the hips, pinching
the dress in between her fingers. It had been a little twisted and with a
quick little pull Emily had straightened it out. Sara started a little at
Emily's touch but didn't recoil. Emily put her hand just under Sara's
breasts and slid it down over her tummy and crotch to smooth it out, all
the while enjoying the feel of the tight body through the thin fabric of
the dress. "There," she said as she did the same smoothing technique on
Sara's back, this time running her hand over the delicious ass (a little
too slowly Emily feared), "I think it looks great on you." Emily grabbed
Sara's hand and pulled her out into the main fitting room area where there
were several full length mirrors arranged in such a way as to allow you to
see yourself from several angles. There was a hesitancy on Sara's part but
it soon gave way and they found themselves both standing in front of the
mirror, hand in hand. Emily suddenly realized that she was still holding
Sara's hand, looking at their reflection thinking they made a beautiful
couple. She gave Sara's hand a little squeeze and let go, noting the
slight delay between when she opened her fingers and when Sara actually let
go of her hand.

Sara modeled the dress in front of the mirrors and Emily did the best
she could to convince her that she looked stunning. She could tell that
Sara was a bit shy and was nervous about how tight it was. Emily found out
that she needed a nice dress for her cousin's wedding. Eventually Sara
gave in and agreed that that was the dress she would wear. Then Emily
helped her pick out shoes to go with it. All this while Emily was
neglecting anyone else that came to the fitting rooms. She would tell
people as they came to just take any open room - she didn't want to loose
any time with Sara.

She found that they had a lot in common. In the fall, Sara would be
starting as a freshman at the same highchool that Emily went to. They
seemed to have the same temperament and the same sense of humor. Like
Emily, Sara preferred reading a good book to sports or parties, all the
things that girls their age were supposed to like. As Sara was putting her
clothes back on, Emily stood outside her dressing room, trying to figure
out a way to see her again. "Do you need anything else while you're here?"
She asked through the door.

"No," came the unwelcome reply, "I'm running late, I am supposed to meet
my mom at the coffee shop in a few minutes." Emily's heart sank. "But I do
need a bathing suit now that the weather is getting warm. Maybe I'll come
back tomorrow."

"I won't be at work tomorrow," said Emily, "how about the day after?"
Emily knew that there was absolutely no reason why Sara would need her
specifically in order to buy a swimsuit, but was relieved when Sara
replied,

"Okay, the day after tomorrow then. Same time?"

"I'll be here!" Emily said with a huge smile.

Another customer called Emily over, wanting to know if they had a skirt
in a different size. Sara came out and didn't want to interrupt so she
slipped over to the register, paid for her outfit, and left without saying
goodbye (much to Emily's disappointment). A little while later it came
time for Emily to take her lunch break. She walked across the mall to the
restrooms she knew were out of the way and likely to have the fewest people
in them. She slipped into a stall, locked the door, and immediately slid
her hand down the front of her jeans. After massaging her pussy for a
little bit like this, she finally undid them, pulled down her white silk
panties (which had a noticeable wet spot in the crotch), sat down on the
toilet and spread her legs as far as she could while her ankles were
trapped by her pant legs. She masturbated furiously, sticking her left
middle finger as deep as she could into her vagina as her right worked at
her clitoris.

She tried to remember everything she could about Sara as she
masturbated. Her smile, her skin, the whiteness of her thighs . . . she
thought about how she would watch the video when she got home and get to
see Sara change - she tried to imagine what color bra and panties she was
wearing. She imagined Sara's lips pressing firmly against hers. She came
in what was the most intense orgasm she had had up until that point. She
cleaned herself up and went back to work, glowing for the rest of the day.

When Emily got home that night she ran straight to her room and copied
the day's video onto her computer. The video looked pretty good, she only
wished that it wasn't looking down at people. If only she could find a way
to stick the camera in the wall, she though. She zipped through the
beginning of the video which had some nice footage of some large chested
teens. She had a one track mind right now though. Sara was all that she
cared about. She kept fast forwarding until she saw a head of read hair
enter the dressing room. She stopped it and watched with baited breath as
Sara began to take off the t-shirt she had been wearing. A white lace bra
covered her little breasts and Emily's hand moved to her own chest. She
started to massage her nipples with one hand. Sara was taking off her
jeans now and Emily could make out her matching silk panties, bikini cut,
hiding Sara's most delicious charms. Emily's left hand moved down to her
crotch and she started rubbing her pussy through her clothes. She was
about to slip her hand under her waistband when a knock at her bedroom door
shocked her back into reality.

"Time for dinner" her mother's voice called out from the other side of
her door.

"Okay, I'll be down in a minute," Emily tried to hide the excitement in
her voice. Turning her attention back to her screen she could now see
herself in the dressing room, adjusting Sara's dress. She pressed fast
forward again and zoomed past the footage of the empty room as she and Sara
were out by the mirror. Finally Sara came back into the dressing room and
Emily noticed something she didn't immediately pick up on. She had to
rewind and play it again to make sure. Sara walked into the dressing room
and turned around, saying something to the Emily who was off screen. The
dressing room door closed and Sara put her hand up to the door as if
reaching after Emily. Sara's lips pursed and she kissed the air, and her
shoulders rose and fell with a deep sigh. Was it possible Sara was
attracted to her too? It was hard to tell from the video but Emily's mind
raced with the possibilities. Butterflies filled her stomach and her
checks turned red.

Emily's little sister, Robin, stood in the door. Unable to see the
monitor from there, she looked at Emily's face and wondered why she had
such an odd expression on it.

"Emily!" she called out, snapping her sister back out of her head.
"It's time for dinner."

"Oh yeah. I'm coming." Emily told her computer to shut down and she
went with her sister down stairs to dinner.

The next day Emily found it difficult to concentrate on anything,
anticipating her next meeting with Sara.