She called it her trophy cabinet, a collection of panties, and a couple of boxer shorts, that she collected from her conquests, reminders of her sexual awakening since coming to university. It was only the start of her third, and final year at Manchester, but since meeting and falling in lust with her room-mate Belle, Amy had become a sexual bird of prey, seeking out her next fuck with all the casual abandon that only exists in youth. Her relationship with Belle was a curiously open one, but they were both insanely jealous of any partners the other took. Prize amongst the trophy knickers was a pair of M&S black lacy Brazilian shorts, that belonged to a Japanese exchange student called Kimiko, or Kim for short. Her and Amy shared a tutorial group early in Amys second year at Uni. Kim was a touch over five foot tall, slender with wide hips and a deceptive bosom. Her pretty face was framed with a neatly bobbed head of black hair whose fringe dropped down just above her almond eyes, the most luscious green eyes Amy had ever seen. They seemed to sparkle when she smiled, and captivated all who gazed into them. Kim had been the first of Amys conquests, from almost the minute she met Kim, Amy could think of nothing other than how she was going to get a taste of the orient. It had taken a couple of weeks of flirting around and meeting up for drinks before Amy felt confident in taking the steps she thought necessary to get Kim into bed. The spring days were getting warmer as summer approached and the term drew closer to finishing. Kim had agreed to meet Amy for a drink in a dive bar that Amy had found a few weeks earlier, the seedy surroundings seemed perfect for Amy to seduce Kim. After a quick shower, Amy threw on a comfy balconette bra, her pulling panties – a pair of low cut black see through knickers that she had carefully unpicked the gusset from, allowing a clear view of her cleanly waxed pussy. She pulled on a loose fitting flowery summer dress and her prized pair of converse, battered and worn but comfortable as hell. A quick spray of a light floral perfume she had picked up especially from Harvey Nicks and she was ready to go, bounding out the door with a spring in her step. Amy had been sat in the dingy bar for about twenty minutes, nervously sipping at her cider, her second pint. As the alcohol slowly starting to make her buzz, in walked Kim. Dressed in a lacy white dress, cut quite low to reveal an ample cleavage. The skirt was quite short, ending just midway down her upper thighs. White knee socks and a pair of pristine white pumps completed the outfit. Kim smiled at Amy as she skipped across the bar, her skirt flapping up with each bouncy step, threatening to reveal her knickers to anyone looking. Kim gave her a quick hug as she reached the bar, filling Amy’s nostrils with a most amazing scent. Rich in woody floral characters with the most intense aldehydic sweetness and a muskiness to the finish. “Oh my god, is that Chanel No 5?” Amy almost squealed at Kim. Kims blushes gave her the answer, “Is it too much?” she asked coyly, as her hand found Amys knee and gave it a gentle squeeze. They spent the next half hour talking perfumes, as they drank cider and giggled, recalling their favourite scents and lamenting the fact the best ones were the for the most part beyond their student budgets. As she sat on the stool next to Amy, Kim keep swinging her knees open, giving Amy a tantalising flash of her panties. Despite being dressed all in white, Kim was wearing a pair of black lacy panties, and seeing this was driving Amy wild with desire. She longed to know more about Kims body, was she shaved, trimmed or “au naturel”, what her pussy looked like, and more importantly what did it taste like? As they laughed and talked, Kim kept reaching over and touching Amy, a gentle pat on the arm, a light squeeze of her knee, all fuelling Amy’s lust and taking her closer to making her move. As they finished their last drops of cider, Amys fifth pint to Kims fourth, Kim suggested they hit the perfume counter at Harvey Nicks to see if they could blag any samples. Giggling like little school girls they skipped out of the bar arm in arm and headed to the centre of town to the glistening glass front of the store. The next hour passed in a haze almost, a sensory overload of various perfumes and make-up samples, until they sensed their luck was almost running out, and they moved on to the clothing department. Kim suggested they try on a few things, and so gathering a few items they headed off to the changing rooms. Once there, they went into separate cubicles to try on their selections. Amy had only just slipped the dress over her head when she felt the curtain move and Kim slipped into her cubicle. Kims finger quickly moved up to Amys lip signalling her to ssh! A cheeky smile crossing her face as she stood in front of Amy admiring what she saw. Her arm snaked up behind her back and lowered the small zip on her dress, allowing it to fall loosely off her body. Kim stepped out of the dress and stood in front of Amy in a pair of lacy black panties and no bra. Her pert breasts slightly upturned and ended in a dark brown nipple, poking out proudly. Amy brought her hand up to Kims right breast and cupped in, her thumb and finger finding the nipple and lightly pinching it eliciting a little yelp of delight from Kim. They bodies moved closer as they brought their lips together for a gentle kiss. Kims body was warm and supple, and Amy pulled her close as she arched her head a little to the right to passionately kiss. Kim seemed to be groaning slightly as the intensity with which they kissed each other increased, her tongue darting in and out of amy’s mouth, flickering across her teeth. Amy sucked Kims bottom lip into her mouth, giving a gentle nuzzle with her teeth, causing Kim to pull back. Kims hands reached behind Amy’s back loosening the clasp of her bra and pulling it forward exposing Amys own breasts. With one hand still on her back, Kim leaned down and flicked her tongue across the exposed pink bud of her nipple, sending a shiver of delight through Amys body. She greedily sucked at it, pulling at it with her mouth, the sensations divine, making amy wetter and wetter. As Kim suckled at her other breast, Amy snaked her hand into her panties, her middle finger seeking out her bud and rubbing at the wetness. She bought her hand out and offered her fingers to Kim, who breathed in the musk aromas of her sex before taking the fingers in her mouth, sucking all Amys essense from them. They kissed again deeply for a minute before Amy could stand it no more and dropped to her knees in front of Kim. Her hands slowly ran up the backs of Kims legs, gently digging her nails into the firm flesh of the thighs. As she reached the smooth lacy material of her panties, Amy yanked them down to Kims knees and buried her face in Kims crotch. A small wisp of black hair perched perfectly above a cleanly shaven quim, the full fleshy lips of Kims cunt already swelling with joy and glistening with fragrant cream. Amy flicked her tongue out at the space between kims legs, drawing it along the meeting of the two lips, applying just enough pressure to part them, to taste the inner pinkness. Her hands cupped at Kims buttocks as Kims hands came to rest on Amy head, her fingers lacing through her short bangs. Kim started a gentle moaning, intensifying as Amy sank her tongue deeper into Kims cunny, lapping at the flowing juices literally dripping out her. Amys nose pressed into Kims mons, applying pressure to the base of her clit, drawing its hood back slightly exposing the tingling, jangly minefield of nerve endings that send waves of bliss through kim radiating out from her pussy through her whole body. As Amys tongue circled the clit, the moans became louder and the pressure from Kims hands pushed her head deeper into her groin. Gradually the intensity gave way to a crashing orgasm and Kims whole body shook with the waves of pleasure coursing through her. She almost screamed something in Japanese and moments later the girls where almost caught when an attendant came down the little corridor asking if everything was alright. Kim assured she everything was great, she had just got her leg caught in something, and she slunk off back to her station, while the girls hunched giggling in the cubicle. Kim leaned over and licked her own juices off Amy’s chin as they both squatted there for a few moments, catching their breath. After a few moments, they decided they had chanced their arm enough and Kim quickly slid her dress on and snuck out back to her own cubible. There on the floor though, was her little pair of black lacy panties, a patch of glistening cum in the centre of the gusset staring up at her. Amy rolled them up and slipped them into her hand bag before quickly getting dressed and joining Kim out in the lobby. As they handed back the clothes they hadn’t even tried on, the attendant was giving them a funny look, so they quickly headed out of the store before bursting into fits of laughter in the street outside. Kim grabbed Amys hand and looked at her before smiling, “Come on, lets go back to my place, its your turn now. “
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