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“Who just leaves their shop unattended like this?” Crowley whispered to herself as she browsed the store, picking up an item that struck her fancy. Why were bras so expensive, again?
Crowley looked around. She picked up a couple other very out-of-her-budget lacy things in what she guessed was her size. Still nobody. The shop was silent save the classical music playing low over the speaker system.
She took the bras over to the till. She was trying to figure out how to get the security tags off when the door chime rang, and someone walked in.
Someone gorgeous. Someone holding a takeout container.
Crowley panicked but held still. Instinct and experience told her to calmly pretend nothing was amiss and slip away as soon as the other woman had her back turned. On the other hand, Crowley thought as the woman came closer, if she was as good a view from the back as she was from the front….
“Excuse me, do you work here?” the woman asked in a posh accent. Crowley startled from her reverie.
“Yes.” She cleared her throat and tried to nonchalantly slide the pile of bras to the side. “What can I do for you?”
“Well, I was hoping I could have a bra fitting. I haven’t made an appointment, though. Do you think you could fit me in?” She looked nervous.
Crowley grinned.
“As you can see, things are pretty slow today. I can fit you anywhere.”
The woman blushed lightly.
“Will that keep?” Crowley pointed to her takeout.
“Oh, yes. Would you keep it behind the counter for me?”
“Of course.” Crowley took the container.
“Excuse me for being blunt, but are you wearing such dark sunglasses for a reason?” Aziraphale looked embarrassed that she was unable to resist asking.
“Oh, just… light sensitivity.”
The woman nodded.
Time to test the waters, Crowley thought. If this was a no-go, she would go back to Plan A and skedaddle. She came out from behand the counter to face the woman.
“Now, about the bra fitting. Would you mind if I check how this bra you’re wearing fits now?” She held up her hands as if to touch the woman’s breasts but stopped short, waiting for permission.
“Not at all. That’s what I’m here for, after all.” The woman lifted her arms slightly and pushed her chest forward with a deep breath.
Crowley slid her hands along the sides of the woman’s breasts and around to her back. She could feel the bra under her clothes. Feel how it dug in a bit into her soft body. Crowley slid her hands back to the front and cupped them around the woman’s breasts, thumbs stroking, searching for her nipples.
The woman gasped when Crowley found them. She pressed harder with her thumbs and felt the nipples harden.
The woman closed her eyes and licked her lips.
“Oh, my,” she sighed.
Crowley let go and motioned to the changing room.
“Shall we? Just let me lock up. Wouldn’t want someone to sneak in and nip off with something while we were busy,” she winked and tried to keep the irony out of her voice. “Do you mind?”
“Go right ahead. I don’t mind.”
Crowley leapt to turn the bolt lock. It wouldn’t do much if the person who was supposed to be working here had their key but the noise of them opening the door would at least be a couple second’s warning.
Crowley hurried back to the changing room. The woman smiled at her.
“Now then!” Crowley stepped into the room and closed the curtain. She found the measuring tape hanging from a decorative hook on the wall. She took it and hung it over her shoulders.
“What’s your name?” Crowley asked.
“Aziraphale.”
“Aziraphale. Lovely name.”
“Thank you, my dear. What shall I call you? You’re not wearing a name tag.”
“Ah, right, I… left it at home. Please just call me Crowley.”
“Crowley. It’s a pleasure.”
Their eyes met.
“It is, indeed. Now, to business! Take off your top, please, and face the mirror.”
Aziraphale unhurriedly removed her blouse and the camisole she wore under it. She stood before the floor length mirror in her bra and trousers. Crowley stood close behind her. Aziraphale was tall. Crowley appreciated that, being even taller herself. She could bring her mouth close to Aziraphale’s ear, like this, watch her breath induce goosebumps along her neck and shoulder, like that, smell the delicate fading scent of her perfume, all without stooping. Then there was the lovely shape of her, the soft curves of her strong shoulders and arms, her straight back, her cushioned ribs, her round belly, her thick arse and thighs—not to mention her beautiful breasts. They were, after all, the center of attention right now.
Crowley touched the line of Aziraphale’s bra straps, from where they connected to the top of the cups, up to her shoulders, and down to the band. Then, with her hands open and flat, she pressed along the band and under Aziraphale’s arms to grab her breasts fully through the cups of her bra.
Aziraphale bit her lip, watching it all in the mirror in front of her.
Crowley touched the tops of her breasts, where they were soft and bulging.
“Oh, yes, it’s just as I thought. You need to go up at least one cup size.”
Crowley felt Aziraphale tremble as she spoke in her ear.
Crowley removed her hands and took up the measuring tape. Aziraphale lifted her arms. Crowley came close again, closer than necessary, and looped the tape around the band of Aziraphale’s bra in an imitation of a hug. Crowley held the loose ends together at the back and tugged Aziraphale closer but made no effort to check the number. Her hands came forward with the tape again, this time to measure around her bust. Crowley took extra care to tease Aziraphale’s nipples as she adjusted the placement of the measuring tape. A little sound escaped Aziraphale’s throat and Crowley grinned at her in the mirror.
“Next I’ll need you to remove your bra—”
“Oh?” Aziraphale turned her head. Their noses almost bumped.
“Just to get a better idea of the natural shape of your breasts, I assure you.”
“I see. Alright.”
Crowley unhooked the band and Aziraphale sighed.
“Oh, yes. Isn’t that better?” Crowley practically cooed. Aziraphale let her bra off completely and Crowley whimpered. The shape, the curve, the heft! The texture of the areolas, the direction of the nipples!
It wasn’t fair! Of all the shops, on all the streets of London, why did she step into this one? Who was this perfect creature, this angel, in her arms? Would she be able to keep her after this? She would! Crowley would prove herself now. Honesty could come later—and a good orgasm would soften the blow, she was sure.
Crowley grabbed Aziraphale’s breasts a little roughly and massaged them. Aziraphale sucked in a breath.
“Oh, my. Crowley.”
“Doesn’t this feel good, Aziraphale?” Crowley pleaded, “Aren’t my hands better than any bra?”
“Oh, my dear.” Aziraphale let her head fall back onto Crowley’s shoulder.
Crowley kissed her neck and tugged at her nipples.
Aziraphale shivered and cried out.
Crowley tugged her nipples harder. Scratched her teeth against her ear.
“Oh, good Lord.”
Crowley’s hands stroked appreciatively downwards and stopped at her trouser button.
“Aziraphale—”
“My dear,” she answered breathlessly. “Why don’t you measure me for bottoms. I may want a matching set for the new bra.”
“Yess,” Crowley hissed and knelt as Aziraphale turned to face her.
Aziraphale undid the flies of her trousers herself and pushed them down her thighs as Crowley watched, mesmerized. Aziraphale was wearing white cotton knickers, nothing special really, but Crowley felt more turned on than ever at the sight. Crowley helped her step out of her trousers. In the mirror, she could see Aziraphale’s buttocks and thighs lightly marbled with cellulite. Her mouth watered.
Crowley hurried to loop the measuring tape around Aziraphale’s legs and dragged it up her thighs until the tape met the base of her buttocks. She pulled, brought Aziraphale forward, and pressed her face to her abdomen. She licked the stretch marks near her hips. Aziraphale put her hand in Crowley’s hair, moaning and mumbling encouragements. Crowley dropped the measuring tape and grabbed hard and wantonly at Aziraphale’s buttocks.
“I think I can get better accuracy if I measure by the handful.” Crowley said.
She pressed her nose and mouth against Aziraphale’s plump mons pubis, feeling a prickle here and there where hair had woven itself though the thin fabric of the panties.
“Or the mouthful,” she continued, yanking Aziraphale’s underwear down and licking a line from her hood up through her pubic hair.
Aziraphale’s hand in her hair tightened. She staggered back to lean on the wall, pulling Crowley with her.
She directed Crowley’s mouth back between her legs.
Crowley lapped at the top of her vulva, barely stimulating her clit, yet it was more than enough to make Aziraphale cry out.
“Yes! That’s it, Crowley, yes! Finally!”
She spread her legs and bent her knees enough to give Crowley space to work.
Crowley slid her hands up the inside of Aziraphale’s thighs, thumbing the stretch marks there. She pulled apart her outer labia, exposing Aziraphale’s most sensitive place to her tongue. Crowley tentatively ran her tongue along Aziraphale’s vulva.
“You’re so wet.”
“Of course, I’m wet. You’ve been teasing me since I walked in.”
“Do you want my fingers?”
“Anything. Just keep your mouth on me until I come.”
“I’m expecting five stars on the customer satisfaction survey.”
“Cheeky little sl—Oh! Yes, that’s it, you demon.”
Crowley caressed the entrance of Aziraphale’s vagina with two fingers while her tongue slithered over her folds. She slipped one finger in and sucked lightly on Aziraphale’s clitoris.
Aziraphale grit her teeth and groaned.
“Oh, it’s not enough!”
Crowley pulled out her finger and held her labia apart as she lapped insistently at her, first keeping her tongue wide and flat, then pointing it and flicking it against her clit.
“Ah!”
Crowley sucked again and pushed two fingers inside. Aziraphale’s vagina was clamping around her fingers, wet and strong. Crowley crooked her fingers, pressing against the upper wall of her vagina, stimulating the sensitive nerves there.
Aziraphale was whimpering.
“I’m close,” she managed to say.
Crowley opened her mouth over Aziraphale’s clit, and while applying gentle suction, teased her clit with her tongue. She pushed her fingers in deep, thrusting. Alternated between flicking her clit with her finger and wide, soothing, licks.
Aziraphale gripped her hair hard and forced her face even closer. Crowley burned with the pleasure of being used.
“Fuck! I’m coming! Suck me, lick me!”
Crowley obeyed—thrusting her fingers, sucking viciously. Aziraphale’s vagina pulsed and rippled around her fingers. At Aziraphale’s scream of satisfaction, Crowley used her tongue to press hard and side to side on Aziraphale’s clitoris, dragging out her orgasm, making her body wrack with the power and length of it, only stopping when Aziraphale hissed in pain.
Crowley slowly slid her fingers free and wiped them on Aziraphale’s thigh.
“Aren’t you going to taste it?”
Crowley blushed.
Aziraphale was breathing hard, her face and chest pink. She stood up straight and leaned on the wall. She looked down at Crowley.
“Your glasses are a bit worse for wear.”
“Oh. Hah.” Crowley took them off and hung them from her collar.
“I thought you had sensitive eyes?” Aziraphale asked as Crowley passed over her clothes.
“Er, I lied. Actually, there’s something else you should know.”
“What’s that, my dear?”
“I don’t work here.”
“Oh, I knew that,” Aziraphale laughed.
“What? How?” Crowley boggled. Aziraphale pulled up her underwear and looked at her.
“Darling,” she smiled. “I own the place.”
Crowley fell back on her arse.
“What!”
Aziraphale laughed again. She put on her bra. It was a bit tight, wasn’t it? Oh, but she’d had it for so long and she loved the design too well to not wear it occasionally. She continued getting dressed silently, enjoying the way Crowley was trying hard to pretend she wasn’t panicking.
“Are you, uh, going to call the police or something?” Crowley finally asked.
Aziraphale buttoned her trousers and pulled on her camisole and blouse.
She offered a hand to Crowley and pulled her up.
“That depends.” Aziraphale said.
“Oh.”
“I have some questions for you. Will you answer honestly?”
“Yeah.” Crowley’s shoulders sagged and she hung her head.
“Were you going to steal those bras on the counter?”
“Yes.”
“Did you come in here planning to shoplift?”
“No. But the opportunity presented itself.”
“Was this your first time shoplifting?”
Crowley sighed, “No.”
“Do you always use seduction to escape getting caught?”
“No! This was the first time! And I didn’t do it to escape.”
“Oh?”
Crowley shifted nervously.
“I was sort of hoping to, you know, get your number. Take you out sometime.”
“Well, after that show of skill, how could I say no?”
“Hah! I knew it! I knew an orgasm would—uh, what are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?”
“It looks like you’re tying my wrists with the measuring tape.”
It wasn’t a tight knot, but the effect was all the same. Aziraphale took the loose ends in her fist and lead Crowley out of the changing room.
“There is still the issue of your punishment to discuss.”
Crowley froze. Aziraphale tugged her forward.
“Wait here, my dear.”
Aziraphale left her there standing in front of the till. She went to the door, put up the “closed” sign, and locked the door properly. She returned to the counter and switched off the lights.
“That will do for now.” She picked up her takeout box.
“Join me in the back room,” she said. Crowley followed her without a word.
"Stand right here, my dear. Very good," Aziraphale said, positioning Crowley to stand in front of a small coffee table. There was a used teacup there and an open book on the antique couch behind it.
Aziraphale sat in her desk chair and turned to face Crowley.
"I'm going to have my cake," she said matter-of-factly, and opened the takeout box to reveal a fluffy slice of pink cake. A plastic fork was lying next to it and Aziraphale took it in her hand.
"Now. Why don't you strip for me, nice and slow, while I enjoy this cake and decide what to do with you."
Crowley stared at her in disbelief. Aziraphale couldn't read Crowley's expression beyond that—someday, she promised herself, someday she would know each micro-expression, every nuance correlating to an unspoken thought! Until then, however, she must use words.
"Ah, if you truly don't like the idea, just say 'bubblegum'."
Crowley shook her head.
"I'll keep that in mind but I'm good. Just surprised is all. Can I—can I get rid of this?" She held up her hands still bound by the measuring tape.
"Oh yes, of course. Remember, nice and slow, please. Give me a bit of a show."
With that, Aziraphale took a bite of cake and moaned.
"I haven't even started yet."
"It's not you, it's the cake. It's just scrummy."
"I'll show you scrummy..." Crowley mumbled and toed off her shoes.
Aziraphale couldn't believe this was happening. It wasn't the first time she had been targeted by a shoplifter, but it was the first time she had been seduced by one! She took another bite of cake as Crowley unbuttoned her flies and pulled her jeans down just enough to show the waistband of her underwear.
Aziraphale moaned again. She tongued and chewed the cake in her mouth and wondered what the skin on Crowley's hips would taste like.
Crowley lifted her henley over her head. Aziraphale took another bite. Oh, this was a mistake, she thought. She wasn't tasting the cake at all. She was salivating to be sure—for Crowley. The woman was blushing hard after pulling off her shirt. Probably a mix of embarrassment at her own gracelessness and the excitement of being watched.
Aziraphale brought another forkful of cake to her mouth. Crowley turned around and bent, pushing her jeans over her knees.
Aziraphale groaned. Crowley looked over her shoulder at her and grinned. She turned and her balance wavered as she pulled her feet free, but Aziraphale barely noticed.
She put the half-eaten cake on the desk. Stood up and unbuttoned her trousers.
"Come here. I want your mouth again."
Crowley dove forward and yanked Aziraphale's trousers and underwear down, practically tearing them from her feet as she sat back down. Aziraphale was at the edge of her seat, legs spread, and cunt glistening before Crowley's eyes.
"Thank Satan, the silence was driving me mad," Crowley keened and opened her mouth as she leaned down—
"Wait."
"Hngk! What’s wrong?"
"Is that one of those built-in bra camisoles? With cups?"
Crowley looked down at herself.
"Er, yes?"
Aziraphale's face darkened.
"I absolutely cannot abide by those things. I need it gone."
"Yes, ma'am!" Crowley smiled wide and took the bottom hem in her hands, ready to pull it over her head.
"No, my dear." Aziraphale stopped her and took a pair of fabric shears from her desk drawer.
"I need it gone," she explained, and took the edge of the camisole in one hand, bringing the shears to it with the other.
"Holy shit, this is hot." Crowley was bright red, her chest heaving.
"Stay still, now." Aziraphale split the front layer of the camisole with one motion.
"Oh, fuck."
Then she placed the cold shears against Crowley's sternum and slid them up to catch the elastic of the shelf between the open blades. Aziraphale cut. The camisole fell open completely, the jersey material curling slightly.
"Fuck,” Crowley said with a breath.
Aziraphale put the shears down and spread the halves of the camisole apart and off Crowley's shoulders. She gazed at Crowley's chest.
"Oh, my dear, you really are doing yourself a disservice by putting these lovely little things in a built-in bra."
Crowley was biting her lip.
Aziraphale filled her hands with Crowley's warm breasts.
Crowley groaned and put her hands over Aziraphale's.
"Please do something, anything."
"I am doing something."
She thumbed Crowley's nipples.
Crowley let out a breathy cry.
"I thought you said you wanted my mouth? Let me taste your delicious cunt again."
"That is very tempting, but now I remember what I had planned for you."
"Waiting this long to come has been punishment enough."
"Has it, I wonder?"
"Ngk."
"Up. Hands on the desk."
Aziraphale stood as well and moved the chair out of the way. She stood next to Crowley and caressed her buttocks.
"Oh, no."
"Oh, yes. Spread your legs and bend as far as you can.”
Aziraphale could see where Crowley had soaked through her briefs. She touched the wet spot. Crowley made a sobbing noise.
It was the work of a moment for Aziraphale to pick up the shears and slice through one leg of the underwear. They slid down Crowley's other leg and fell to the floor.
"Oh-shit-oh-fuck—"
Aziraphale put the shears away. She stood next to Crowley and laid her hand gently on her backside.
"There were five bras on the counter, if I remember correctly?"
Crowley swallowed thickly and put her head on the desk.
"Yes," she admitted.
"One slap for every bra, then. Plus one more for that... thing you were wearing."
Crowley moaned long and slow.
Aziraphale lifted her hand and brought it down with loud smack. Crowley arched her back and cried out.
"Ah! Yes!"
Another smack.
"Yes, harder!" Crowley was enthusiastic.
"You like this."
"I love it. You can even go... lower." Crowley blushed.
Aziraphale's eyes widened. She aimed the third smack lower. Her hand landed directly over Crowley's cunt.
Crowley screamed and humped the air.
"Ah! Fuck! More, more please!"
Aziraphale was burning up. Crowley was writhing so wantonly, was such temptation incarnate—
Aziraphale grabbed her hair and pulled her face up.
"Have you been keeping track? How many left?"
"Three. Three. Land them all on my pussy. On my pussy, please. I need it. I want it.”
Crowley was begging with her body as well—her arse and pussy clenching, her thighs and hips flexing, the whole of her searching the empty air for friction, for stimulation.
Aziraphale let go of her hair and steadied her hips as she laid the last three smacks in hard and fast succession against her vulva.
Crowley screamed again.
"I'm coming, oh-fuck, I'm coming!" She reached down to rub her clit, clenching her teeth and breathing hard, moaning, sobbing. Aziraphale pet Crowley’s bottom, watching greedily.
When Crowley tried to lift herself up, Aziraphale pushed her back down.
"Oh, no.”
"Oh, yes." Aziraphale teased her entrance with three fingers.
"You're absolutely soaked. I don't think I've ever seen such a wet pussy." She thrust her fingers in at the word.
Crowley cried out in pleasure.
"Aziraphale, my angel, I can't. I can't come again so soon."
"You can and you will."
She pulled her fingers free to spread Crowley’s wetness to her clitoris, and then thrust them in again, deep.
"Your fingers are thicker than mine. This feels—this feels amazing. So, so hot. I can't believe this is happening."
"The feeling is mutual," Aziraphale said, and reached around to finger Crowley's clit.
"Oh—ah!"
"Come on, that's it, my sweet. My sweet little demon. What wonderful serendipity that the shoplifter I caught turned out to be such a sex fiend." Aziraphale kissed Crowley’s back.
Her fingers inside and out were insistent.
Crowley was panting and starting to sweat.
"I can't, I really can't—"
“You can. I know you can. Can't you tell how hard you're clenching around my fingers? You must be close. Oh, it really is a shame all my toys are at home. I would love to see you split open on one of the bigger ones."
"Holy shit, Aziraphale."
"Oh? Do you like that idea? Are my fingers not enough?" She twisted her fingers back and forth and Crowley keened. Aziraphale paused for a moment to lick her fingers and returned them to Crowley's clit.
"I think I might—I might come."
"Good, yes. Come on, darling. You know, I have a number of unique dildos I bought out of curiosity but have never used. I'd love to try them out on you. Maybe even strap them on and fuck you with them."
Crowley cried out and trust back onto Aziraphale's hand.
"That's it, my lovely. Do you feel how wet you are? You just keep getting wetter and wetter. Do you hear the squelch? It’s music to my ears."
"Oh, shit, I'm coming, I'm—!"
Aziraphale pinched and pressed Crowley's clit, rubbing it side to side as she had done for her, guessing that was what she liked. Crowley growled as her entire body seemed to seize up in Aziraphale’s arms and then just as suddenly, she went completely slack.
"Holy fuck. I have probably never come that hard the second time." Crowley said, catching her breath.
Aziraphale pulled out her fingers and helped Crowley back down to her knees.
"Not to be insensitive, darling, but I do need your mouth now."
"Wait, don't sit. Turn around."
Aziraphale turned around and bent low, resting her elbows on the seat of her desk chair.
"Oh, good Lord," she whispered.
Crowley grabbed and groped her full, round buttocks. Bit both cheeks lightly.
"Crowley, now!"
Crowley held her cheeks and thighs apart and pressed her face against Aziraphale's vulva.
"Talk about wet... Aziraphale you are absolutely dripping. Did I do this to you? You can't be real; this can't be real."
Crowley lapped at her pussy. Pointed her tongue and teased her entrance. Aziraphale massaged her clit herself. Crowley licked Aziraphale’s fingers. Put her tongue back in Aziraphale's hole and thrust with it the best she could—twisting it, twirling it.
Aziraphale could feel Crowley's nose near her arsehole, could feel her teeth scratching unintentionally. Crowley's fingers were digging into the soft fat of her bottom, and she was softly moaning, as she used her tongue and lips—so well—so eagerly—
"—Oh, Crowley, here I come! I'm coming, don't stop, don't stop!"
Aziraphale shook, shook, and her mind drifted. When she opened her eyes, she realized she her fingers were still on her clit, and Crowley was till lapping at her vulva.
"Crowley, ok. Ok, you can stop."
She lifted herself upright.
Crowley looked like a tired cat who got the cream.
Aziraphale helped her stand up.
“Can I kiss you?” Crowley asked.
“Yes.”
Neither of them moved. Why was this so awkward? After all they had just done?
Crowley huffed out a little laugh and bent her head. She pressed her lips sweetly to Aziraphale’s. Aziraphale sighed and tightened her arms around Crowley. Crowley took her face in her hands and deepened the kiss. She was trying to tell Aziraphale something. Aziraphale tried to communicate her response in the same way.
They broke apart and rested their foreheads together. Did they understand each other?
"So, uh, what do we do now?" Crowley asked.
"I suppose we get dressed."
"You cut up my underwear."
"Right... right. Hold on a moment."
Aziraphale jumped into her underwear and trousers and disappeared into the store
She came back a moment later with a bra and panty set.
"I believe this should fit."
She handed Crowley the bottoms and held her steady by the shoulder as the put them on. Then Aziraphale motioned for her to turn around so she could fasten the bra for her and adjust the straps.
She turned Crowley back around and tugged at the front of the straps, making Crowley's breasts jiggle a bit.
"There, now, isn't that much better than—"
"Yes, yes. I know." Crowley rolled her eyes.
"I'm just saying, it doesn't hurt to have standards."
Crowley shuffled her feet.
"Do I… do I meet your standards? I meant what I said before, you know. I—"
“My dear, allow me to interrupt. I meant it too, when I said this was serendipity. I know we've had quite an unconventional start, but—"
"At least we know we're sexually compatible."
"Indeed." Aziraphale smiled.
"So, I can have your number?"
"Yes. And, if you'll put on your clothes, I'll do you one better. I'll ask you to come up to my flat above the store."
"Really?" Crowley was already wiggling into her jeans.
"Darling, even if I had no intention of getting to know you better I could never in good conscience let you out of here looking like that." She pointed to Crowley's face.
Crowley touched her face and found it tacky. Her hair was a mess as well.
"Oh, right." She laughed.
"We'll have to go out and around the back to get to the entrance, however. Did you have a bag or anything?"
"Yeah, I left it by the till."
They entered the shop and Crowley took her bag with a sheepish smile to Aziraphale.
Before they reached the front door Aziraphale stopped again at a rack of very sheer nighties. She picked one and held it up in front of Crowley, assessing. She took it from the hanger, folded it neatly, and put it into Crowley's bag.
"For next time," she said with a wink.
"Won’t we set the alarm off?"
"Oh, I don’t put security tags on the fragile things," Aziraphale said as she opened the door.
"And anyway, the sensors here at the door aren't actually hooked up, to be completely honest.”