Helena walked out of the lingerie shop feeling like she had forgotten something. It was really weird, she didn’t even remember why she walked in, nor did she see her boyfriend anywhere, and he had walked in with her.

There was a weird taste on her mouth and… she felt amazing.

She ran her hands through her body, that day she had worn a simple t-shirt and her regular lace bra under, with jeans and sneakers…

But that wasn’t what she was wearing now.

Now she was wearing a pink corset that hugged her body so… well, it really made her tits pop-up. There were some semi-transparent, gooey droplets on the top of her cleavage. Without thinking, she reached for the dollops and brought them to her lips.

They tasted familiar, and really good. She knew that flavor but couldn’t quite place it, salty and a bit bitter but…

She walked through the mall and felt the stares of many men and women turn. Was there something on her face?

She reached for it, more dollops, the same familiar taste that made her whole body shiver. Still she walked to her car, getting a kick of all the heads turning.

She also noticed her sneakers were gone now, as well as her jeans, instead she was wearing heels and a pink, frilly, short skirt that really showed off her legs.

Somehow this wasn’t her, but… it felt better than her usual self. She felt pretty, she felt bubbly and happy and almost glowing.

A guy caught up to her and his hand landed on her shoulder.

“Hey, uhm, sorry, I just- That thing there, It was amazing, I would like to do it again some time, if you don’t mind, can I get your number?”

Helena felt a little confused, what was that thing there he was talking about? It didn’t matter, she simply said, “yeah! Sure!” And chirply pulled out a pen from her little pink bag…

Hadn’t she brought her backpack with her laptop and stuff? Where was all that? Maybe her boyfriend was carrying it.

Helena wrote her number on his hand and was about to leave before she realized, “uhm… I don’t know your name, and…” she looked up and down at the guy, he was kinda cute in a shaggy way, sure she had a boyfriend, but maybe she could convince him of having a bit of fun and having this guy fuck her mouth again.

Again?

“Paolo,” he said, “and sure.”

Helena handed him her pen and said, “I can’t find my phone, but you can write your name and number here, you know?”

The words and actions happened before Helena could even think them, she was pushing out her chest, presenting it for him to write his number over her cleavage.

“Sure,” he said, and wrote down the digits, taking his time to fondle as much as he could.

Helena moaned and bit her lip.

“Can’t wait for your call, Paolo.”

“Yeah, uhm, right, see you soon,” he said and rushed away.

Helena felt like her mind wasn’t her own, the corset felt a bit constricting now, making her feel a bit breathless, and yet… it also felt kinda good, like it was hugging her tightly.

She kept walking to her car, her boyfriend was nowhere to be seen. She wondered what happened to him.

Then another hand caught with hers, it held her “Sorry I took so long.”

Helena turned around and griped the hand that was holding her, there she was, lovely as always, with a few droplets in her face too, those pink and beautiful lips, her face shiny and her tits trapped in a matching blue corset.

“Were were you? I was getting worried.” Helena said.

“I… I don’t know? I was with you in that lingerie store and then after you left I had to finish off one guy.”

Helena pulled her girlfriend for a big kiss, she tasted Paolo’s essence on her. She couldn’t keep her hands away from her loving girlfriend, from her pretty tits, from her ass. Feeling her tongue dance with hers.

There were people around them, staring.

“I see you got a new guy’s number.” Helena’s girlfriend said as she pulled away, gasping after that passionate kiss.

Helena smiled, she tried to recall her girlfriends name… she was ashamed that all she could think about was some guy’s name, it didn’t feel right. Instead she shook her head and said “yeah…” and blushed, “you know I was thinking that maybe we could call him and have a threesome with him some day?”

Helena’s girlfriend blushed too, Maria, that was her name, “Yeah, I was thinking something like that.”

They found their way to their car, “You know, I really like these new corsets, where was it we got them?”

Helena tried to think back, but the memory was fuzzy, “I don’t know, but they look great on us.”