OvercomingtheNeed (5 page)

Mia cupped one hand around Naomie’s ass as they topped the
stairs, using her hold to guide Naomie to the swimsuit shop. The two men
appeared as though they might follow but kept going past the shop. The first
one glanced over his shoulder before saying something to his friend, causing
both to laugh.

“They weren’t your type anyway,” Mia said.

Naomie shrugged. Maybe not but she loved admirers.

“Welcome,” the clerk behind the counter said. “Can I help
you ladies find anything today?”

Naomie was about to tell him no when Mia asked, “Where are
your sheer swimsuits?”

The clerk pointed to the rear of the store. “Our sheer line
is along the back wall next to the dressing room. There are fine mesh swimsuits
and there are swimsuits that turn transparent when wet.”

“Perfect. Is the dressing room open or do we need a key?”

“The dressing room is open. If you have any other questions,
I’ll be right here.”

“Thanks. We should be fine.” Mia led Naomie to the back of
the small shop.

Naomie said, “Well, I’m glad
you
know what I want.”

“Trust me, mamí. I know you. If we get a normal one-piece,
you’ll be itching to get out of it before Dane starts the car.” Mia browsed
through the swimsuits hanging on the wall. “The same goes for a bikini, which I
know you don’t want.”

“No, I don’t.”

“That is why sheer is best.” Mia lifted a powder-blue
swimsuit from the hook. “If you start feeling confined, all you have to do is
get wet. And we both know how easily you get wet.”

Both women shared a soft giggle. Mia picked two other suits and
then ushered Naomie into the dressing room, crowding her so Mia could close
them both into the tight space.

Naomie said, “There isn’t much room to move in here.”

“Good. That means you can’t get away.” A wicked smiled
curved Mia’s lips.

Licking her own lips, Naomie pressed close to Mia. “What did
you have in mind? And remember the clerk is only a few feet away. He might be
right outside since we both disappeared into the only dressing room together.”

“Are you trying to get me hotter?”

“Is it working?”

Mia circled her arm around Naomie’s waist and pulled her
closer. Naomie stumbled and had to brace her hands on the wall behind Mia to
keep from falling on top of her. A soft moan left Mia’s lips as their breasts
pressed together.

The small sound brought Naomie’s attention to Mia’s lips.
She leaned forward while fitting her body more snugly against Mia’s.

Their tongues touched first, pressing, mingling their tastes
and guiding them to each other’s lips. Savoring kisses—Naomie could only enjoy
this with Mia. Dane went for deep, scorching possession. With Mia, Naomie could
take her time. She slid her tongue over Mia’s and then eased back so she could
draw lightly on Mia’s bottom lip.

Each kiss ended with a soft sigh before they returned for
another. Mia moved her hands to Naomie’s ass, below her dress. She dug her
spread fingers into Naomie’s round cheeks in a sensual massage. Naomie let out
a needy whimper as she arched her ass into Mia’s hands.

Mia whispered, “You need to try on the swimsuits I chose.”

“Mmmm.” Naomie leaned in for another kiss, determined to
distract Mia a little longer.

The sharp swat Mia delivered to Naomie’s ass startled her
into stiffening her spine, jerking away from Mia. Naomie pouted as she rubbed
the sting away. Spanking was only fun during sex. All other times it hurt and
Mia knew that.

Mia held out the first swimsuit. “Be a good girl and I’ll
kiss it better.”

And just like that, Naomie recovered. “Promise?”

“I’ll kiss you wherever you want once we get to a store
where I can take my time.”

Naomie’s pussy twitched.

Mia gave an offhand shrug. “I could be kissing you now in
the comfort of your home but you insisted on coming to the mall.”

“That’s not fair. You knew I wanted to shop for a new
swimsuit.”

“You have others. I saw them.”

Naomie stuck out her bottom lip and said in a small voice,
“But I wanted to play with you in the mall like we used to. We haven’t done it
in so long.”

In the beginning of Naomie and Mia’s friendship, after they
had graduated to physical intimacy, spending all day in the mall had been the
norm. They had hopped in the car for a window-shopping trip whenever the mood
struck them. They would spend hours teasing and stimulating each other until
the frenzied need for satisfaction drove them to find a hidden spot where they
could indulge in a quickie.

Every store had offered a new challenge to hide what they
were doing so they could enjoy it for as long as possible. Dressing rooms were
their favorites but they had a time limit. Sooner or later a clerk would always
come to find out what was taking them so long.

This time was no different. Naomie knew that but she still
wanted to keep going.

Mia said, “We haven’t done each other in a while. Ever since
the get-togethers started, we don’t make time to be alone as much as we used
to.” She smiled and crooked a finger, beckoning Naomie close.

Naomie shifted forward, eager to pick up where she’d left
off. They shared a brief kiss that Mia ended before Naomie could get too into
it.

Bringing the swimsuit between them, Mia said, “Maybe we need
to start ending the get-togethers with some alone time. What do you think?”

“That sounds nice.” Naomie lifted her dress over her head
and then took the swimsuit off the hanger so she could put it on.

“We could carpool when Arisa and Fred or Kristine are
hosting. On the way home we could stop at one of those parks we found back when
we were exploring.”

Naomie grinned as she stepped into the one piece. “Like we
used to.”

All those beautiful parks. Naomie and Mia had found at least
ten that afforded them a lovely backdrop while they enjoyed some car sex.

“Sí, mamí. And on the days you host or I host, we can bid
the ladies goodbye at the end and then start our own fun.”

“Which Dane or Quincy will no doubt wish to join once they
get home.”

“Truth.”

They laughed because they both knew neither Dane nor Quincy
would sit out in the living room, flipping channels on the TV, while Naomie and
Mia fucked in the bedroom. The twosome would become a threesome a few seconds
after either man realized what the ladies were doing. Not that that was a bad
thing. The whole scenario would be the perfect way to end a Tuesday.

“Here, mamí.” Mia held out a pantyliner.

Naomie placed it on the crotch of the swimsuit and then
wiggled her way into the stretchy fabric. She turned to the mirror. With her
lip curled, she said, “I don’t like it.”

“You just put it on.”

“The elastic is pinching. The straps are uncomfortable. And
my back feels suffocated. No.” Naomie stripped off the swimsuit before Mia
could argue with her.

Mia traded with the one she held and put the other back on
the hanger.

Naomie was in and out of the second as fast as the first.
The third one too. Mia exited the dressing room in a huff, taking the vetoed
swimsuits with her. When Mia came back a few minutes later, she tossed the
swimsuit she’d chosen over the top of the door.

“Try that one.”

Naomie held it up. “Nice.”

“Are you in it?”

“No, but it looks nice. Hold on.” Naomie put it on and then
marveled at her reflection.

The white one-piece—not normally her color—had an extra-high
cut that started at the bottom of her rib cage, leaving most of her sides
exposed. Two straps between the front and back halves of the suit crisscrossed
to hold the fabric so the swimsuit hugged her figure. A deep scoop back and a
neckline that framed the swells of her breasts completed the best swimsuit
Naomie had ever seen.

Mia asked, “Well?”

Naomie opened the door. “You tell me.”

“Oh, mamí. Yes. That’s the one.” Mia hung the other
swimsuits she’d chosen on the nearest rack and then turned her attention back
to Naomie. “Turn around.”

Presenting her back, Naomie looked over her shoulder to
catch Mia’s reaction. The clerk stood a few steps away. He nodded while
trailing his gaze over her body.

Mia traced one finger over the seam of the cloth framing
Naomie’s ass. “Are you okay with this? There’s a thong version.”

“No. I like this style for my swimsuits. Thongs are for the
skirts that are too short to wear without panties.”

The clerk coughed a little. His surprised expression made
Naomie laugh under her breath. She would bet he was wondering whether or not
she’d worn panties today. If he asked, she would show him once she changed
back. If he asked.

Mia asked, “So this is the one?”

Naomie looked down at herself. “Were there any other
colors?”

“Why? You look good in white.”

“Really? I never thought so.” She glanced at the mirror,
trying to see if Mia was right.

“I think so, and no there are no other colors.”

The clerk said, “There are other colors available. If you
want, I can order one for you and have it delivered to the store.”

Naomie smiled at the man. “Thanks, but no. I need this for
tonight.” She looked at the mirror again then nodded. “Yeah. I’ll get this
one.”

She reentered the dressing room, changed back to her dress
and then exited with the swimsuit draped over her arm. Before she could ask
which store was next, Mia held out a blue knit sarong with fringe around the
edge. Naomie took it. “What’s this?”

“A bit of color. There’s also green, brown and red. Which do
you want?”

“You know I like blue.” Naomie took the wrap and put it over
her arm. “Anything else?”

The clerk said, “We have tunics, board shorts, tights and
cover-up pants.”

Mia said, “The nights are pretty cool, mamí. You might want
more than that flimsy piece of cloth once the sun sets. Maybe a tunic?”

Naomie gestured to the racks. “I’m at your mercy.”

“No, that’s later.” Mia winked and then turned to search the
merchandise.

While Mia looked for more items, Naomie went to the front.
The clerk followed her and rounded the counter so he could start ringing up her
items. He asked, “Attending a pool party tonight?”

“Yes. Friends of my husband are having a housewarming.”

The clerk blinked at her. “Husband?”

“Yes, husband.”

Mia came up behind Naomie, pressing close, and placed a
tunic on the counter. “There you go. Nice and loose but thick enough to ward
off cold.” She placed a kiss on the back of Naomie’s neck while hugging her
waist.

The clerk frowned a little but didn’t say anything as he
resumed ringing up the items. Naomie handed him her debit card after he told
her the total. She knew the man had to be confused about Mia’s open affection
but he didn’t ask. He bagged the items and handed them to her with the usual
spiel to come again.

She and Mia left the store arm in arm. Naomie was about to
ask where to next when the pet store sign caught her eye. “Let’s go see if they
have any puppies.”

“Why?”

“Because they’re cute. Come on.” Naomie pulled Mia over to
the store. The woman behind the counter called a quick greeting before going
back to the customer she was helping.

Naomie headed for the large playpen set up in the middle of
the store, eager to see which small fuzzy creature was the center of attention
today. “Bunnies!”

“Cute,” Mia said as she moved close to the playpen so she
could reach inside.

“Excuse me, miss. We ask that you not touch the rabbits.” A
store employee came over, smiling but stern. He tapped the
Do Not Touch
sign hanging above the pen. “Sorry. They scare easily.”

“Sure. Sorry about that.” Mia withdrew her hand.

Naomie nudged Mia with her hip. “Learn to read.”

“I didn’t see it.”

The man said, “No harm done. Do you ladies have any
questions?”

Mia shook her head. “No, but thanks.”

“I’m Ted. If you have any questions, feel free to ask.”

Naomie and Mia nodded at him. Ted wandered off to another
part of the store. The bunnies didn’t hold Naomie’s interest for long. She
dragged Mia around the store, looking at the random products.

Mia asked, “Why are we in here? You don’t have a pet.”

“I know but sometimes I think I might want one.” Naomie ran
a hand over one of the tall kitty trees.

Mia snorted. “Like Dane would let that happen.”

“He likes animals. We always talked about getting a dog when
we moved into a house.”

“The last thing your neighbors need is you walking a dog.”

Naomie thought about it. Dane wanted a medium-to-big dog, if
they got one at all. Since Naomie would be home the majority of the time, she
would be the one walking it. That meant more time strolling around the
neighborhood in short-shorts and half-shirts. She nodded. “You’re right. My
neighbors would form a committee to run us out of the neighborhood.”

“Because putting on normal clothes isn’t an option, right?”

“My clothes are normal.”

“Sure. They’re just missing large chunks of fabric.”

“Exactly.”

“I love you, mamí.” Mia wrapped her arm around Naomie’s
waist, steering her toward the exit—a path that took them past the puppy
enclosure.

Ted was inside trying to wrangle a frisky little Corgi puppy
back into his cage. The puppy managed to elude all of Ted’s attempts to catch
him. Naomie wasn’t sure if they were playing for the growing crowd or if Ted
was really having an issue catching the little ball of fur.

She and Mia squeezed into the back corner to make room for
the others who wanted to watch. Ted managed to catch the puppy, who barked
happily, and put him back in his cage. The crowd clapped, which covered
Naomie’s surprised squeak. She shot Mia a look but Mia kept her attention on
the puppy cages. Meanwhile she had one finger stroking the top of Naomie’s
slit.