The next day, Jonathan told her at breakfast, that he’d be very occupied working during the day. She could go shopping and get to know the city, he offered. She was thrilled. During her time in the Facilitator Academy, they were not allowed to leave the premises alone. And the number of excursions to the ‘outside’ had been very limited. She agreed enthused.
He’d connected their IDs, allowing her to use his account. “Don’t hesitate, if you find something you like”, he had told her.
She had taken the free public transport to the promenade; she’d been visiting with him. On her last visit, she had seen some shops there, so it seemed to be a good starting point.
The sun was shining and the weather was warm. So, she sat down at a coffee shop to watch people going about their business. She ordered a cup of coffee and dreamed in the sun. Suddenly a young man came to her table and asked if he’d be intruding if he asked whether the other seat at her table were free. She answered in negative and offered him the seat next to her.
“I’m Timothy”, he introduced himself, “nice to meet you.”
“Sasha”, she offered, “likewise. How are you doing?”
They had a little chit chat about the weather and the people they saw. She noticed how easy it was, to get in contact – and she remembered her lessons about the time before the war. Today everybody was nice and easy. The pressure was taken from people. She could sit there and have a chat with someone of the other sex – and nobody cared, she knew, if Jonathan were to meet them by surprise, he wouldn’t waste a single thought about the situation. She liked the life they had. Smiling at the thought, she sat there. “You seem to be so happy. May I know more about it?”, he asked.
“Sure”, she replied, “I’m a Facilitator and I’ve been at the Academy for 22 years – I just had my Initiation and am now on Bonding with my adopter. I just mused about our society and how nice it is, to be able to sit here with you – and have a simple chat, no strings attached, no enviers distrusting us.”
“A Facilitator? Wow – I never met one. At least, that explains your divine beauty.”, he said. “Your adopter is a very lucky person.”
“But tell me – wasn’t it annoying to be such a long time at the Academy? I hear it’s a very strict training.”
“It can be trying”, she explained, “some don’t make it and drop out, but it’s also very awarding. Plus, I’ve been incredibly lucky – my adopter is such a nice person.”
“I see. Great that this has worked out so good for you. Unfortunately, I must excuse me now – I need to be back to work”, he said, putting his ID to the reader-pad integrated in the table. “Let me invite you – it’s been such a nice chat.”
She smiled at him and said “Thank you so much. And have a nice day.”
Shortly after him, she also left to check out the shops down the promenade.
After a while – she was just having a look at some pants in the third clothing store, when a familiar voice behind her said “I think they are a bit to well-behaved for your style”. Sasha swirled around and exclaimed “Naomi! What a coincidence!”, she threw her arms around her, hugging her.
“Nice to see you, too.”, Naomi replied. Again, she looked as if she had just been working out: dressed completely in white, she wore a tight sports-bra, topped with a light jacket and three-thirds sports pants with white running shoes. And again, Sasha could not help to notice, that Naomi was not wearing underwear. She felt a wave of heat crawling up her head, when it dawned to her, that Naomi had noticed she was staring at her beautiful camel toe, offering her an encouraging smile. “Want to give it a try?”, she asked.
Sasha was not sure how to react. “Don’t be shy, Jonathan will love it, if he hears about it”, she calmed her down. “Come on, let’s try those pants.”
Still not sure, Sasha though about Jonathan’s words: “Don’t hesitate, if you find something you like”. “I’m quite sure, he had something different in mind”, she mused.
Naomi took her hand and dragged her to one of the changing rooms.
She closed the door. Naomi pushed Sasha face first to the rear wall, pulling her pants and her string together down to her knees. She put her arms around her and took the left hand to grab her boob, sliding her right one with light pressure over her clit and massaging two fingers into her wet pussy. Sasha moaned and Naomi moved her fingers back to her clit to rub it with emphasis. After a few minutes of the relentless attack, Sasha came, gasping at the wall.
“If we were at home, I’d now make you come without removing your hot pants, but his could become a bit awkward here, when we are leaving.”, Sasha whispered in Naomi’s ear. She sat on the chair and pulled down the pants to expose Naomis perfect pussy, leaving her standing right in front of her. She turned her to the side, moving her right thigh in front of her and took her right hand to Naomi’s clit, grabbing it with two fingers, rubbing. She wet the middle finger of her left hand in her mouth and used thumb and pointing finger to spread her cheeks, shoving the middle finger into Naomi’s exposed backdoor. She uttered a little squeal and immediately started moaning. Sasha relentlessly worked her from both sides until she came intensely, barley avoiding a scream.
After she was done, Naomi sat with spread legs reversed on Sasha’s lap, kissing her deeply. They played around for a few further minutes, then arranged their cloths and left the shop.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11lq6zy/amaranth_the_future_of_sex_06_shopping_tour