The Stinger
I always loved shopping trips with my step sister as more often than not she turned the shopping trip into some sort of crazy adventure. I will always remember the shopping trip we made together to TKMaxx to buy a new leather belt. We deliberately chose to go in the morning when the store was quite quiet and the fitting rooms weren't continually staffed. We had fun looking at the belts in the men's section of the store carefully feeling the leather between our fingers. I had goose bumps on my skin and butterflies in my stomach imagining how each belt would feel. We chose three of the widest belts and took them to the fitting rooms along with some random clothes we grabbed from the rails in the women's section of the store on the way to the fitting rooms.
The fitting rooms had a central entrance with the women's area on one side and the men's area on the other side. The cubicles were very simple with only a curtain to close each cubicle off from the central corridor. There was a large mirror on the wall at each end of the corridor - one at the women's side and one at the men's side.
Once in the cubicle my step sister pulled the curtain half over the opening to the corridor and told me to strip. I kicked off my shoes, pulled my tight red spaghetti strap vest top up over my head, unfastened my short denim skirt and slipped it off along with my little red panties. I have always loved my body and have never felt uncomfortable being totally naked. I still think I have a great body helped by running most days and swimming regularly. I love running round the area where I live and along the riverside wearing my tight black running shorts and black sports bra - the only time I wear a bra.
My step sister made me stand with my arms stretched above my head and my feet about a metre apart. She gently brushed one of the leather belts very slowly and very sensually over my body paying particular attention to my boobs and nipples and between my legs. She then held the belt in her hands - one hand in front of me and the other hand behind me - with the belt between my legs pressing hard against my pussy lips. She rubbed the belt over my pussy lips gradually increasing the force and the pace - pulling the belt backwards and forwards. Feeling the leather rubbing on my pussy lips and clit was amazing - all the more so with the curtain to the corridor half open and knowing that anyone might come along at any minute. The effect this was having on me was pretty obvious - the middle part of the belt was looking very wet !
As she so often did my step sister then stopped abruptly and fastened the belt tightly round my hips. She instructed me to go out into the corridor to look at myself in the mirror - not the mirror at the end of the women's half of the corridor but the mirror at the end of the men's half of the corridor. I walked slowly along the corridor getting even more turned on seeing myself in the mirror as I walked - my step sister watching me all the time. She so loved making me do things like that. There were voices in the men's half of the fitting rooms in Polish I think. As I turned round to walk back along the corridor a couple of guys came out from two of the cubicles. I smiled sweetly and without hurrying walked back past them to my cubicle where my step sister was in fits of laughter. The look on the guys faces was priceless !
My step sister told me to get dressed and we left the fitting rooms leaving the bundle of clothes and two of the leather belts - including the wet one - behind. We paid for the leather belt she had chosen to keep and on our way out of the store bumped into the two Polish guys who had been in the fitting rooms. Shopping trips with my step sister were crazy fun !
When we got home my step sister told me to sit down at the kitchen table and watch while she worked on the leather belt. She used a super sharp Stanley knife or box cutter to cut eight tails, each a little more than half a centimetre wide, for about half the length of the belt. She then, with some difficulty, tied a super tight knot around two to three centimetres from the end of each tail. She seemed totally pleased with the results of her work and told me the belt was to be named "The Stinger". I knew that I was going to get to know "The Stinger" very well. She then went off to her room leaving me imagining how "The Stinger" would feel on the skin of my back or bum or thighs when used with full force. I quickly disappeared to my room too where I lay on my bed - my fingers soon finding my pussy lips and clit - slipping into ever deeper thoughts of "The Stinger" - the leather, the tails, the knots - making contact with not only my back, my bum and my thighs but also my nipples, my pussy lips and my clit.
The fitting rooms had a central entrance with the women's area on one side and the men's area on the other side. The cubicles were very simple with only a curtain to close each cubicle off from the central corridor. There was a large mirror on the wall at each end of the corridor - one at the women's side and one at the men's side.
Once in the cubicle my step sister pulled the curtain half over the opening to the corridor and told me to strip. I kicked off my shoes, pulled my tight red spaghetti strap vest top up over my head, unfastened my short denim skirt and slipped it off along with my little red panties. I have always loved my body and have never felt uncomfortable being totally naked. I still think I have a great body helped by running most days and swimming regularly. I love running round the area where I live and along the riverside wearing my tight black running shorts and black sports bra - the only time I wear a bra.
My step sister made me stand with my arms stretched above my head and my feet about a metre apart. She gently brushed one of the leather belts very slowly and very sensually over my body paying particular attention to my boobs and nipples and between my legs. She then held the belt in her hands - one hand in front of me and the other hand behind me - with the belt between my legs pressing hard against my pussy lips. She rubbed the belt over my pussy lips gradually increasing the force and the pace - pulling the belt backwards and forwards. Feeling the leather rubbing on my pussy lips and clit was amazing - all the more so with the curtain to the corridor half open and knowing that anyone might come along at any minute. The effect this was having on me was pretty obvious - the middle part of the belt was looking very wet !
As she so often did my step sister then stopped abruptly and fastened the belt tightly round my hips. She instructed me to go out into the corridor to look at myself in the mirror - not the mirror at the end of the women's half of the corridor but the mirror at the end of the men's half of the corridor. I walked slowly along the corridor getting even more turned on seeing myself in the mirror as I walked - my step sister watching me all the time. She so loved making me do things like that. There were voices in the men's half of the fitting rooms in Polish I think. As I turned round to walk back along the corridor a couple of guys came out from two of the cubicles. I smiled sweetly and without hurrying walked back past them to my cubicle where my step sister was in fits of laughter. The look on the guys faces was priceless !
My step sister told me to get dressed and we left the fitting rooms leaving the bundle of clothes and two of the leather belts - including the wet one - behind. We paid for the leather belt she had chosen to keep and on our way out of the store bumped into the two Polish guys who had been in the fitting rooms. Shopping trips with my step sister were crazy fun !
When we got home my step sister told me to sit down at the kitchen table and watch while she worked on the leather belt. She used a super sharp Stanley knife or box cutter to cut eight tails, each a little more than half a centimetre wide, for about half the length of the belt. She then, with some difficulty, tied a super tight knot around two to three centimetres from the end of each tail. She seemed totally pleased with the results of her work and told me the belt was to be named "The Stinger". I knew that I was going to get to know "The Stinger" very well. She then went off to her room leaving me imagining how "The Stinger" would feel on the skin of my back or bum or thighs when used with full force. I quickly disappeared to my room too where I lay on my bed - my fingers soon finding my pussy lips and clit - slipping into ever deeper thoughts of "The Stinger" - the leather, the tails, the knots - making contact with not only my back, my bum and my thighs but also my nipples, my pussy lips and my clit.
4 years ago
