OvercomingtheNeed

by Zenobia Renquist

  Naomie didn’t know why Mia didn’t flaunt her Latina charms more often. Her husband Quincy sure wouldn’t mind. But Mia wasn’t the showy type. It surprised Naomie that Mia had opted for the skirt and blouse without having to be talked into it.

  The way Mia opened her thighs, flipped her skirt to her waist and passed two fingers over her clit as she watched Naomie undress might be part of the reason she hadn’t needed convincing. The display stopped Naomie for a moment.

  “If you want a pre-shower snack…” Mia spread her pussy lips.

  “You are so tempting.” Naomie shook her head. “No. We need to get to the mall.” She forced herself to walk to the bathroom instead of the bed and Mia’s inviting, glistening slit—pink and silky looking and begging for Naomie’s tongue. She nibbled her bottom lip instead. Poor substitute but it would hold her until playtime later.

  She stepped into the shower and then turned on the water, using the cold to help bring her libido under control.

  Mia stood in the bathroom doorway, watching. The shower door was clear glass that hid nothing and Mia’s gaze was making Naomie hot despite the water still being cool.

  Naomie said, “Stop staring and go pick out an outfit for me. A skirt or dress, please. Thanks.”

  Mia left the bathroom without a word. She called from the closet, “How does someone who wears as little as you take up so much closet space?”

  Naomie laughed. “Dane asks me the same thing. It takes a lot to look as good as I do. Plus I buy two colors—sometimes three colors—of every outfit I love since my style of clothing is hard to come by sometimes.” She finished her shower, shut off the water and stepped out while reaching for a towel.

  She was drying herself off as she entered the bedroom. “What did you find?”

  “You look good wet.” Mia looked over Naomie and licked her lips.

  “Down, girl. Heel. There’s plenty of time for that later.” Naomie winked. “And it’s more fun in public.”

  “So much more.” Mia held out the dress she’d chosen.

  The blue, fitted crochet dress with flared skirt had a deep V-neck with drawstring ties across the chest and short sleeves. Naomie had worn it once since buying it. The skirt brushed the tops of her thighs. It was a favorite but she wasn’t fond of the padded cups. She didn’t need padding. While it was true they kept the dress from snagging her nipple ring, she wished the makers of the dress had opted for a thin liner material. She couldn’t take the pad out either. It was a piece of dyed foam rather than foam wrapped in fabric, like with bras. Not that Naomie knew much about bras.

  Naomie nodded and smiled her approval. “Good choice. Let me find a thong to match.”

  “Why a thong? Go without.”

  “You are such an instigator.”

  “It’ll just get in the way.” Mia licked her lips again with a crooked smile.

  Naomie’s clit twitched and moisture that had nothing to do with her shower gathered in her pussy. “You’re right. The skirt is long enough that I should be able to get away with it. I’ll take an emergency thong along just in case.” She paused. “Actually I might already have one.”

  Mia opened Naomie’s purse. She pulled out the rose plug with a raised eyebrow and a questioning look.

  “No. I just had Dane switch it out. It’s too much of a hassle to wear shopping.” Naomie snatched it from Mia before the woman tried to talk Naomie into putting it back in.

  “There’s no thong in here.” Mia handed over the purse.

  Naomie searched it but the small bag was empty except for her wallet and keys. Then she remembered. “Shoot. Dane took it out and I must have forgotten to put it back in.” She shrugged. “Whatever. I’ll grab another.”

  “What about the one you left at Dane’s office?”

  “I’m sure he’ll do something perverted with it before bringing it home.” To be on the safe side, she grabbed her phone and fired off a quick text to Dane’s cell. She didn’t want one of his coworkers finding the thong. She especially didn’t want Bonnie to find it.

  Dane’s reply text was quick and short. In my pocket.

  “He’s got it,” Naomie said to Mia before tossing both her phone and purse on the bed. She went to the dresser for a replacement. She never left the house without a thong either on her person or in her purse. Preferably in her purse.

  That was the fun of wearing loose skirts and why Naomie had so many of them. The tight sheath skirts required she wear a thong because they might ride up while she walked. Public indecency fines were annoying. Thus Naomie opted for loose skirts that played peekaboo with anyone looking. The person would have to be looking hard to prove she wasn’t wearing any panties.

  She tossed a blue T-back thong toward the bed and then pulled her dress over her head. It slid down her body and hugged her curves. She twisted and snaked to get it to fall right. Smoothing her hand down the back made sure it was covering her ass. A little tug at the front drawstring laces to get that strained fabric effect finished her preparations. “Just let me grab my shoes and we’re out of here.”

  “Finally.”

  “Oh hush. I took less than fifteen minutes.”

  “That’s fifteen minutes we could have used to drive to the mall.”

  “And it was fifteen minutes well spent.”

  “True.” Mia held her hand out to Naomie. “Bring your sweet ass on.”

  Naomie rushed into her closet, grabbed a pair of black heels and then returned to Mia, who curved her hand around Naomie’s side. Letting Mia steady her, Naomie slipped on her shoes. “You think the mall will have what I want?”

  “Do you even know what you want?”

  “No. But do you think they’ll have it?”

  “There’s a swimsuit shop and the lingerie shop. Between the two, one of them will have something for you.”

  “Good.” Naomie steered Mia toward the bed so she could grab her purse and thong and then they left the bedroom. She stuffed the thong into the side pocket of her purse for easy retrieval. Thanks to years of practice, Naomie could put a thong on in under two seconds if the need arose. “My car or yours?”

  “Mine. I can drop you off at home on the way back and see what Dane thinks of the swimsuit we chose.”

  “I wish you were coming. Fred and Arisa will be there. And you haven’t seen Luke in forever.”

  “I wish I could be there too, but I can’t. Demon spawn number one has a game.”

  “What about demon spawn two?”

  “We’re forcing him to come with and cheer on his brother. He’s not happy about it, which means I get to put up with him pouting all night.” She squeezed Naomie’s waist. “I have to make do with this shopping trip.”

  “But this is the fun part. You get to help me test out bunches of swimsuits to see how well they work.”

  “Yes, we have to make sure everyone can fondle you without getting hung up on strings.” Mia shifted her hand lower so she brushed Naomie’s bare ass. “And I do so love helping you with that.”

  “I know you do. So let’s get going.” Naomie broke from Mia’s hold before her friend got her too excited to leave the house. They would have plenty of time to play at the mall.

  Mia snapped her fingers. “Almost had you.”

  “No, you didn’t. Now let’s go.” Naomie held the door so Mia could pass her. She had just locked it when Mia pressed close and cupped Naomie’s thighs.

  Mia laid a kiss on Naomie’s neck. After licking the tip of her tongue over Naomie’s earlobe, she asked, “You sure you don’t want to stay in?”

  Naomie shifted her ass over Mia’s crotch. She asked huskily, “You sure you don’t want to watch me squirm while you finger me in a crowd of people?”

  “To the mall.” Mia released Naomie and went to her car.

  Same old Mia. The woman loved watching Naomie fidget and fight with her need to give in to her building desire—public or private. So long as Naomie was moving, Mia wanted to watch.

  Mia’s gaze devoure
d Naomie as she rounded the front of the car on the way to the passenger door. Naomie decided to get in like a lady and put her ass in first. She found Mia’s hand waiting for her when she sat. Naomie squeaked at the unexpected—but not really unexpected—surprise and Mia wiggled her fingers against Naomie’s pussy lips.

  “Wet already, mamí?”

  “For you, always.”

  Mia freed her hand and brought her fingers to her lips. She licked each one in long, even strokes and smiled. “Don’t drench the seat.”

  “Too late.” Naomie waved her knees to help usher cool air toward her heated sex.

  “Stop that or we’ll never get there.”

  Laughing, Naomie closed her legs. “Sorry.”

  “No, you aren’t.”

  “No, I’m not. You got me all hot and bothered. Hurry up and get us to the mall so you can do something about it.”

  “I’m driving. I’m driving.” Mia backed out of the driveway and aimed the car for the highway.

  The mall was a short drive that the women spent talking about the party and what Naomie wanted in a swimsuit. While Naomie loved skimpy clothing, she was almost the opposite where swimsuits were concerned. She shied away from the thong style, preferring regular bottoms and bikini tops—if she didn’t go with a one-piece—featuring full coverage with thick straps.

  The one-piece suits she owned tended toward daring styles with open sides and no backs, but her ass and breasts were covered. Her logic was simple. She was wearing a swimsuit, not her normal attire. If all she was going to wear was a thong and string top, she would riffle through her underwear drawer and be done.

  Besides, the effect of covering herself for a day at the pool or beach tended to make her admirers hornier, as though seeing less of her skin was a turn-on. It sure worked for Dane. She needed to greet him wearing sweatpants and a loose cotton shirt one day to see how he would react. Her guess was her sweatpants would be around her thighs while Dane bent her over the nearest piece of furniture. He wouldn’t remove them completely because that would ruin the fun.

  Naomie said, “I need to stop by a regular clothing store and get some sweatpants.” She wanted to test reality against fantasy and see if the outcome would be the same.

  “If you want. I don’t know why.”

  “Just something for Dane.” Naomie grinned as she imagined him tearing a hole in the crotch of the pants and fucking her through it rather than pulling the pants down. “Two or three pairs should do it.”

  “I see that smile, mamí. What are you planning?”

  “Nothing. Nothing.”

  “Uh huh.” Mia parked in the first spot she saw and shut the car off. “Should I text Dane and warn him?”

  “If you want but it won’t do him any good. And you don’t even know what to warn him about.” Naomie wasn’t sharing until she’d seen the end result.

  Mia laughed as she opened her door. “You and your surprises.” She shook her head. “It’s a wonder that man doesn’t have a hard-on the second he comes home.”

  “What makes you think he doesn’t?”

  “True. True. This is Dane we’re talking about.”

  “Like Quincy is any better.” Naomie had firsthand knowledge of what Mia’s husband was like when he got home from work. Quincy had rubbed it against her ass when he caught her napping in his bed after a romp with the girls. The man was blessed, more than blessed. Almost unreal. Naomie couldn’t wait to take him for a test drive one day.

  Mia said, “Also true.”

  They laughed as they walked to the mall entrance hand in hand. Naomie gave a little shiver when the door swung open—thanks to a man exiting—and the cold air hit her skin. She would acclimate in a few minutes but that initial blast always caught her off guard.

  Mia asked, “Where to first?”

  “Swimsuit. I want to get that out of the way and then we can play until it’s time to head home.”

  “Sounds like a plan. Let’s go.” Mia guided Naomie through the crowd. She wore a mischievous grin when they bypassed the escalator for the stairs. The man a few steps below them whistled.

  Naomie glanced over her shoulder at him. Could he see she wasn’t wearing panties? Was her jewel-based anal plug visible from his vantage point? If his intent stare and the way he directed the friend beside him to take a look was any indication, the answer to at least one of the questions was yes. The friend met Naomie’s gaze and wiggled his eyebrows. She winked at him.

  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.