Dear Diary,

I hadn’t heard from Mia in ages, so I made a date with her for brunch and a day of shopping at Cabot Circus. I arrived early to get a table and order mimosas, and watched for her. It wasn’t long before I spotted her unmistakable ginger mane, a warm, burnt-orange tangle that made her stand out in the crowd.

We walked through the massive shopping centre window shopping. I pointed out Boux Avenue to Mia.

"I need something that makes me feel like a million bucks," Mia replied, her voice low and playful. "Or at least something that makes me look like trouble."

We went in to browse. I drifted towards a rail at the back. My fingers trailed over the cool silk of a robe before stopping on a particular set. It was a matching bra-and-knicker ensemble, crafted from a mesh so fine it looked like a mist clinging to a hanger. The fabric was practically nonexistent, a sheer tease that promised everything while revealing the shape of everything underneath.

"Mia," I called out, hooking a hanger with her finger. "You need to see this."

She appeared beside me, a smirk curling the corner of her lip as she eyed the lingerie.

"That is not leaving much to the imagination," she observed, reaching out to touch the delicate mesh. "I love it, Elle. It’s filthy."

"They have it in pink and blue," I said, pulling the two options from the rack. I held the pink set against her chest, the translucent fabric contrasting with her tanned skin. "I’m trying the pink. You’re doing the blue."

"Bossy," Mia teased, taking the blue hanger. "But I suppose I can be persuaded."

We went to the fitting room. The space was intimate, a small cubicle lined with mirrors on three sides and a plush bench seat. I locked the door when we were both inside.

We stripped, and I watched Mia in the mirror’s reflection as she stepped into the blue knickers, pulling them up over her hips. The sheer fabric clung to Mia’s ass, her smooth pussy clearly visible through the blue mesh.

I stepped into the pink panties, the high-cut leg openings exposing the curve of my hips. I fastened the pink bra behind my back, adjusting the straps so the underwire lifted my tits. The fabric was so sheer that my nipples were clearly defined, pressing against the mesh like pebbles.

“Turn around,” Mia commanded.

I turned to face the full-length mirror. Mia stepped up behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist and resting her chin on my shoulder.

"Look at you," Mia murmured, her hands sliding down my stomach to trace the waistband of the knickers. "Your cunt looks amazing in this."

I leaned back into her, her head tilting to expose her neck. "You think so?" I reached behind, grabbing her ass and pulling our hips tighter together. "I can see your pussy lips through the blue, Mia. You’re soaking the mesh already."

The fabric between her legs was darkening with a distinct wet patch. She pressed her hips forward, grinding her mound against the firm curve of my ass. The friction of the mesh against her clit sent a sharp jolt of pleasure up my spine.

"Fuck the shopping," she whispered against my ear. "I need to taste you."

I spun around in her arms, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss. Her lips were soft and demanding. Mia’s hands found my boobs, squeezing them through the sheer pink bra, thumbing my hardening nipples.

Mia broke the kiss, dropping to her knees in one fluid motion. She looked up at me, her eyes dark with hunger, and hooked her fingers into the waistband of the pink knickers. She pulled them down just enough to expose my pussy, the scent of arousal filling the small cubicle.

"Spread your legs," Mia ordered.

I planted my feet wider apart, bracing one hand against the mirror to steady myself. Mia leaned in; she didn't tease; she went straight for the clit, sucking the hard nub into her mouth and flicking it rapidly with her tongue.

"Your tongue feels so fucking good," I breathed, my fingers tangling in Mia’s hair, pulling her closer. "Eat that pussy. Make a mess of me."

Mia moaned, the vibration adding to the pleasure. She slid two fingers into my cunt, curling them upward to find my G-spot. She pumped them in and out, fucking me with a steady rhythm while her tongue continued to work my clit.

Mia doubled down, sucking harder and fucking me faster. The wet, squelching sounds of Mia’s fingers pumping into my pussy were obscenely loud in the quiet shop. I gripped the edge of the mirror, my knuckles turning white as the orgasm crashed over me. I cried out, my hips bucking against Mia’s face, riding out the waves of pleasure as my cunt clenched around Mia’s fingers.

When the aftershocks subsided, Mia pulled back, wiping her glistening mouth with the back of her hand. She stood up, a smug grin on her face, and pressed her sticky fingers to my lips. I tasted myself, sucking Mia’s fingers clean.

"My turn," Mia said, her voice husky.

I shook my head, pulling my knickers back up and adjusting the bra. "Not here. I’m taking you home."

Mia pouted but nodded, the excitement in her eyes betraying her. We dressed quickly, gathered the lingerie, holding the hangers high.

We bought the lingerie and walked out of the shop, the bags swinging at our sides. The ride to the lift was silent. As soon as the lift doors closed, taking us down to the parking level, I backed Mia against the metal wall, kissing her deeply, my hand sliding up Mia’s shirt, pinching her nipples through her bra.

"Get in the car," I said when the doors opened again.

We barely made it through the front door of the apartment before I was on Mia again. I kicked the door shut with my heel and pushed Mia against the hallway table, knocking keys and mail onto the floor.

"Bedroom. Now," I growled, stripping off her sweater.

We stumbled toward the bedroom, shedding clothes along the way, jeans kicked aside, tops pulled over heads. By the time we hit the mattress, we were down to lingerie.

I climbed on top of her, straddling Mia’s waist, looking down at her. Her bra stretched over her heaving chest, her nipples hard. I leaned down, ripping the fabric of her knickers aside to expose Mia’s dripping cunt.

"I’m going to fuck you all night," I said, reaching into the bedside drawer for a vibrator. "We’re not leaving this bed until you can’t walk."

Mia arched her back, her legs falling open in invitation. "Show me what you got, then."

I pushed the buzzing vibrator into her dripping cunt. “Mmm, you like that, slut?”

The buzzing rhythm that had been driving Mia toward the brink cut out abruptly, leaving a sudden, jarring silence in the room. Mia let out a frustrated whine, her hips bucking into the air, chasing a sensation that was no longer there. Her chest heaved, her eyes squeezed shut as she hovered in that agonizing limbo between almost-there and not-quite.

I didn’t miss a beat. I tossed the dead toy onto the mattress with a careless thud, my focus narrowing entirely on the writhing woman beneath me. The loss of the machine didn't break my momentum; it only shifted it. I lowered my head, my breath hot against the inside of Mia’s thigh, inhaling the musky, sweet scent of her arousal.

"Guess I have to do this the old-fashioned way," I murmured.

I didn't wait for a response. I dipped my head and ran the flat of my tongue firmly along Mia’s slit, lapping up the wetness that had pooled there. Mia gasped, her hands flying to my hair, fingers tangling in the strands and pulling hard. I groaned into the flesh, the pressure on my scalp spurring me on. I used my thumbs to spread Mia’s lips wide, exposing the slick, pink center and the hard, desperate nub of her clit.

I smirked. I slid two fingers into her mouth, soaking them, then lined them up with Mia’s entrance. I pushed in slowly, savoring the resistance before Mia’s body yielded, sucking her digits deep inside. Mia was tight, hot, and velvet-soft, her walls clamping down immediately.

"God, you're so wet," I whispered, watching my fingers disappear into Mia’s body.

I curled my fingers upward, searching for that rough patch of skin on the front wall. When I found it, Mia’s whole body jerked, a sharp intake of air hissing through her teeth. I didn't let up. I began to pump my hand, a steady, relentless rhythm, curling my fingers with every thrust to grind against that spot.

At the same time, I lowered my mouth again. I wrapped my lips around Mia’s clit, sucking hard, using the friction of my tongue to flick the sensitive bud rapidly. The dual sensation was overwhelming. The fullness of my fingers and the sharp, wet suction of my mouth sent Mia spiraling.

Mia squirmed, her hips moving uncontrollably. She tried to close her legs, the intensity too much, but my free hand held her thigh open, pinning her to the bed. "No running," I mumbled against her clit, the vibration sending another shockwave through Mia’s system.

"Elle, I can't— it's too much, I'm gonna—" Mia babbled, her head thrashing against the pillows. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps. She could feel the pressure building at the base of her spine, a tight coil ready to snap.

I doubled down. I fucked her harder, my wrist aching as I drove my fingers deeper, faster. I could feel Mia’s walls fluttering, the telltale sign that she was right there. I sucked Mia’s clit between my teeth, grazing it gently with the edges, before soothing the sting with the flat of my tongue.

"Scream for me, Mia," I demanded, pulling my head back for a split second to look into Mia’s glazed eyes. "I want to hear you scream my name."

The command broke something in Mia. With a guttural cry that tore from her throat, she came. Her back bowed into a severe arch, her feet planting into the mattress as she ground her pussy against my face. "Elle! Fuck, Elle!"

Her pussy convulsed around my fingers, rhythmic waves of muscle milking my hand as she gushed, soaking my chin and hand. I didn't stop, drawing out the orgasm as long as I could, my tongue lapping up the fresh flood of cum until Mia was sobbing from the overstimulation.

Finally, as Mia’s body began to slump back against the bed, her chest heaving with exhausted breaths, I slowed my movements. I gently withdrew my fingers, eliciting a final shudder from Mia, and crawled up the bed. I collapsed beside her, pulling the trembling woman into my arms.

Mia turned into my neck, burying her face as she tried to regain control of her breathing. I stroked her hair, pressing soft kisses to her forehead, tasting the salt of sweat on her skin. The room smelled of sex and heat, a heavy, intoxicating perfume that hung in the air.

"You okay?" I whispered.

Mia nodded weakly, a lazy, satisfied smile spreading across her lips. She lifted her head to look at me, her eyes heavy and dark. "That was... definitely worth the wait."

Love,

Elle