The Lace We Tried on Her Naked Skin

It was getting close to closing time and the afternoon hadn’t amounted to much. Barely two customers, and neither of them spent enough to cover the shop’s electricity. Nobody goes into a haberdashery anymore, and even less into one as old and dark as mine, inherited from my mother along with her drawers full of threads nobody buys.

I swept the place with my eyes until I stopped at the back corner, where I take measurements for alterations. There was the velvet sofa, worn on the armrests. It was calling to me. Without realizing it, I started imagining myself stretched out on it, naked, playing with my nipples and my clit like so many other dead afternoons. A warm dampness surfaced between my thighs. It had been far too long since anyone had touched me.

The doorbell tinkled and yanked me out of the fantasy at once. A couple came in, younger than me, around thirty. He was tall, brown-haired, with a short beard and eyes whose color I couldn’t make out but that held my gaze a second too long. A tattoo wrapped around his forearm like a bracelet. She was blonde, with straight hair framing a doll’s face and huge, bright eyes that were smiling before her mouth did.

I liked both of them immediately. But I was at work, so I swallowed and forced myself to sound professional.

“Good afternoon, how can I help you?” I said, straightening my apron.

“Hi, hello,” she replied in a velvety voice that sent a shiver down my neck. “I’m looking for lace by the yard. They told me you sell the good stuff here.”

He smiled sideways, with a little impishness on his face. There was a look between them, a complicity far too charged to be about an ordinary purchase.

“Of course. What color do you want? I can show you the patterns I have,” I offered, opening the drawer with the fine fabrics.

“Black,” she answered without hesitation. “Just black.”

She looked into his eyes and he met them, lit up, as if they were sharing a secret they were about to let out.

“Look, I’ll explain,” he said, leaning on the counter. “My wife sews incredibly well. I’ve got this fantasy of having her make a whole lace jumpsuit, tight to the body, with nothing underneath. And going out walking with her at night wearing it, everyone watching her while I can’t stop touching her.”

Too much information to keep my composure.

“If it’s for that,” I said, and my own voice sounded rougher than I intended, “the best thing is to try how the fabric falls directly on the skin. Every body is different. But of course, she’d have to take her clothes off to see how it fits over the breasts and in the crotch.”

The heat had risen to my cheeks. I could feel my thong soaked just from imagining that blonde angel wrapped in black lace and nothing else.

“If you’ll allow me, I’m going to lock the door so no one interrupts us,” I added. “Make yourselves comfortable on that sofa.”

I slid the bolt, turned the sign to “closed,” and took a deep breath before heading back to the rear of the shop. What I found there stole my breath.

***

Bruno —that’s what she called him a moment later— was seated on the sofa, and in his lap Daniela was already completely naked, legs crossed. She had firm breasts and nipples that made me salivate. He was stroking her ass and kissing her shoulder, leaving tiny licks that made her arch. I tried to calm myself, but by then my wetness was already soaking through my pants and my nipples stood hard under my shirt.

“Let’s try this one first,” I said, spreading out a strip of openwork lace. “The pattern shows through without revealing everything. It’s perfect for what you want.”

Daniela stood up and came over.

“Here, put it over my skin,” she asked. “Look, baby! It only covers the tips of my nipples, not the areolas.”

Bruno stood and cupped her breasts over the fabric. She moaned at the feel of the lace, a low sound that ran all the way down my back.

“Can you pass the fabric between her legs to see how it looks underneath, while I hold it up here?” he said to me, staring straight at me.

I was melting. Even so, I obeyed. I placed my hands at her crotch, palms facing out, brushing her lips with the backs of my fingers. I tilted my head and saw him, completely hard, ready to burst through his pants. I started moving my hands, stroking Daniela’s thighs, letting the fabric slide between her lips and rub against her clit. She was soaked through in seconds.

When I looked up, her face was pure pleasure, and it wasn’t just because of me. Bruno was holding the lace only from the nipples, massaging her, making her tremble with the roughness of the openwork against the stiff little buttons.

“Easy,” he said with a half smile. “Whatever we stain, we’ll pay for.”

“Don’t worry,” I answered, my mouth dry from wanting so much. “In fact, if you’ll allow me, I can start cleaning it myself.”

Without waiting for an answer, I moved the fabric aside and buried my tongue between Daniela’s legs, seeking out that clit that was already starting to swell. She put a hand on my head and pulled me against her as she opened her legs wider. A warm thread reached my tongue and I started licking and sucking as if there were no tomorrow. She moaned louder and louder, rocking her hips to the rhythm of my mouth. Her breathing quickened, her legs trembled, and a torrent spilled onto my tongue and chin. The orgasm left her swaying.

“Well,” Bruno said, amused, “I didn’t know haberdasheries offered this service.”

***

He moved behind me and lifted me off the floor with a strength that surprised me. He slid his hands around to the front and started unbuttoning my shirt, button by button, until it was fully open and my breasts were out, swollen with pure arousal, straining the bra. I dropped one hand to his crotch. My eyes hadn’t deceived me: he was hard as a rock, with a huge bulge. I found the opening in his pants and freed that dripping cock, which slapped against my ass as it came out.

Daniela came closer and finished undressing me while Bruno kneaded my breasts and pinched my nipples. In a few seconds the three of us were naked at the back of my old shop. She was in front, stroking my dripping cunt while we kissed with tongue. He was behind, driving me crazy with his hands on my tits and his mouth biting my neck. And me, with one hand masturbating that cock I had wanted before I even saw it, and the other searching for the exact spot between Daniela’s legs. The three of us moaned as if we’d known each other all our lives.

They took me to the sofa and sat me down with my legs open. Daniela knelt and started sliding two fingers into me while sucking my clit. I came almost at once, soaking her mouth and chin. I have the damn luck of being hypersensitive: for me, the first orgasm is never the last.

Bruno climbed onto the sofa standing up, one leg on each side of my body, and pressed the tip of his cock to my lips. I stuck out my tongue to taste that salty flavor I had already tasted with my fingers. Without saying a word, he held my head with both hands and started moving, slowly at first, sinking in until he made me close my eyes. He kept fucking my mouth without stopping, only letting me breathe when Daniela tore another tremor out of me from below.

He sped up. His abdominal muscles tightened and I felt that unmistakable heat filling my mouth. I swallowed the same way she was swallowing, lost in her own orgasm between my legs.

***

The three of us were breathing hard, but he was still hard as at the start. Daniela turned around, placing her hands on the back of the sofa, and Bruno entered her in one thrust. A slow, deep rocking began, and from the shine on her thighs it was obvious she was completely soaked.

I didn’t think twice. I slipped between the two of them to collect with my mouth whatever fell from that crossing. I licked Daniela’s clit and her moans turned deeper, more guttural, chaining wave after wave that I gathered on my tongue while I kept touching myself with my other hand. The image of the two of them, that perfect union right above me, had me on the edge again.

Suddenly Daniela let out a scream that mixed with mine in an almost musical duet, while Bruno let out a rough sound and a “I’m coming” that put words to everything. Their combined release fell on me, and I swallowed without losing a drop. When he pulled back, the rest ran down my face and neck. They both came to me and kissed me, cleaning me with their tongues, laughing softly against my skin.

“The service in this haberdashery is outstanding,” Bruno said, collapsing beside me.

“Yes, baby,” Daniela replied, still breathless. “I think we should become regular customers.”

“It would be a true pleasure to have you as preferred clients,” I answered, and the three of us laughed.

The three of us stayed tangled together on the velvet sofa, stroking one another without hurry, already planning the next meeting. For the first time in a long time, I didn’t imagine myself alone in that corner.

But I’ll tell that story another day.