Posted by Tomb on March 27, 2000 at 00:01:25:
The young woman came into my shop on the perfect day. I have a small store that specializes in bathing suits. I don't get much business in March around here, so I was manning it by myself. In fact, it had been so slow I had recently closed up for a couple of days to make some subtle alterations to the changing room.
The young lady, who as it turned out was named Lisa, was strikingly beautiful, with raven hair, a curvacious body with a nice full round ass and tits to match, on a dainty frame with a slim waist and delicate, well formed limbs. Her bod looked great from any angle. Her skin was smooth and almost too pale, in contrast to her dark hair, but it somehow looked the better for that. Her face was pretty, serene, intelligent and had a hint of playfulness about the mouth and eyes. She moved with a definite self awareness that she was a babe.
I yearned to be intimate with her, and it was my good luck that I had prepared a way to do just that. I noticed that she had entered unobserved, and she remarked that she had come in on the spur of the moment, never having noticed the store here before. She said she wanted to get in the mood for summer, and I suggested that trying on a new bathing suit was a great way to do just that.
Lisa picked out a couple of skimpy bikinis, and made her way to the changing room. The alterations I had made were about to be put to the test.
The room was small, with hooks and hangars on the left, a bench in back, a door in front, and a full length mirror on the right. I had moved the mirror from the back of the door. It was now a two-way mirror, of course. And the door now fit into a front wall, instead of being the front of an open stall. There was a small vent under the bench, and another near the ceiling at the back, to air the room while the door was closed.
To air the room, I had installed the option of filling it exclusively with air, of course, or with some fraction thereof: nitrogen. Lisa was to get the N2.
I won't bore you with the plumbing. The upshot is, I turned some valves and flicked some switches, and settled in to my darkened nook to watch Lisa try on the bikinis.
She undressed alarmingly fast. I was worried the O2 wouldn't be flushed in time, at the rate she was going. But the sight of her naked was enough to take my mind off any worries I might have had. I decided to live for the moment, and just appreciate what I was seeing. She was drop dead gorgeous!
But I needn't have worried, for drop dead she did. She carefully put on the bra of a little yellow number, and then the bottom, which was nearly a thong. She slowed down considerably, carefully adjusting her round, firm breasts in the top, and smoothing the bottom over her ass cheeks, half turning to admire the effect. Then she took the top off, and admired herself topless. I admired too, in spades! I think the lack of oxygen was beginning to get her buzzed by then, 'cause she started caressing her boobs very sensuously, with a far away look in her eyes. Soon she was clearly intoxicated, and no doubt tingling all over, as she was breating heavily and running her fingers over her body like her own lover.
I'm afraid it all got to be too much for her, and she slumped down in the seat, obviously dizzy. This brought her up sharp (well, as sharp as she could be at that point) and a look of panic crossed her face. She raised an arm to rap at the door, and uttered an incoherent grunt, but I'm afraid she was slipping away by then, and no sooner did she lift her arm than it flopped down at her side, taking her down to the floor with it.
I watched her there for a few minutes, with her thong clad ass half caught on the bench, sticking in my face, and her head and arms, and her breasts, pressed against the floor. Her pale skin gathered a bluish hue, and her breathing came in sharp gasps that punctuated ever longer stillnesses. I had never watched a beautiful girl die before, and I felt supremely honored.
Finally, I couldn't take it any more. I had hung the CLOSED sign on the door, and locked it, when she had gone into the changing room. Now, I quickly flushed the changing room with real air, and opened the mirrored wall that was really a second door to my cubbyhole.