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I did not write this and you must be 18 or over to read it as it may
contain a great deal of adult explicit sexuality. If this is
offensive do not read - delete file. For those of us who enjoy ....
enjoy! Please do not ask for files by e-mail - I can barely keep up
with what I have now.
Makeup Counter
I walked up to the makeup counter. You had been walking slightly
behind me, but now you pushed ahead and turned to face me. You
smiled at me sweetly and then your smile twisted a little. I
could tell it made you a little uncomfortable but then your hand
went to your pussy and I knew you were enjoying yourself too.
You brought a lipstick out of your pocket and examined the name
on the bottom. As you opened it, your smile deepened. I gasped
as I saw what it was -- much too bright! You turned to the
mirror on the post near you and painted your own lips thickly and
carefully. Then you turned to kiss me.
No one was watching us, but I couldn't tell if that was good or
bad for you, I was too filled with terror and joy. You kissed me
lightly, smiling with your eyes. I could taste it was Estee
Lauder All Day formula you were wearing. It smeared a little and
I knew my lips were getting redder. You smeared a little more,
then turned again to the mirror. When you turned back to me you
kissed me again. Then you showed me to myself in the mirror. My
lips showed a distinct blush, but no red outline. Then you
brought the lipstick to my mouth. Chills went through my arms
and legs, and something moved in my brain. I thought I would
swoon. While I watched in the mirror you deftly but lightly
outlined my lips. A woman passing by stared at us and giggled.
You pressed a little harder. Oh God, there I was. It was obvi-
ous. I was wearing lipstick, right out in the middle of a de-
partment store, where anyone passing by could see, and I was
enjoying it. I heard more giggles. Waves of humiliation went
through me. Was it someone I knew from work? What would they
say?
As if you sensed the slight wandering of my attention, you
stepped lightly on my foot, then signaled me to follow you. We
walked up to the Estee Lauder display. One of the women came to
meet us. She had waited on me before, but I didn't know her
name. She had been very nice to me. At first she looked
straight at me. Her careful look took in my painted lips, but
her kind, professional expression never wavered. I thought of
what you'd said once, that these cosmetics saleswomen were a kind
of prostitute, and I agreed again. When you began to speak, she
turned to face you. Released from her smile, I started to trem-
ble. There was a slightly sick taste in my mouth, and the taste
and feel of the paint on my lips. I wished I could freeze this
moment in time, but then I shuddered from the weight of it.
Someone passed who knew me, but she didn't notice. I was sweat-
ing a little. I was starting to leave the room from the emotion.
You showed her the lipstick you were wearing, All Day Parallel
Red was the name, and then you turned clinically to me. "You
see, it's too dark for him," you said, putting it against my
mouth and pressing hard this time, "what he needs is what this
looks like when I use it lightly." You continued to outline my
mouth heavily. I knew it was now a very bright red. My cock
began to throb, bringing me back a little. Waves of emotion went
up and down my neck and into my head. My whole back let go at
once, with a popping of vertebrae, but there was a tightness in
my left temple like a vise clamping on. You smiled as you twist-
ed the lipstick back down -- I was now fully painted. My feel-
ings towards you wavered back and forth between admiration and
terror. I wasn't really sure what you'd do next.
The saleswoman smiled in acknowledgement. "I see what you mean,"
she said, "here, what do you think of this one?" The tester she
pulled out was called Perfect Knowing Red, a lighter red that I
already had a tube of. I started to say so, but a warning look
from you silenced me. I knew that if I spoke and took charge,
you would walk away and leave me desolate, my cock pointing
vainly at nothing. I reached down and touched it reassuringly.
You asked if there was a way you could try it on me. The sales-
woman nodded and took out a lipstick brush and handed me a tissue
to wipe off the bright red. Most of it came off easily, because
I had only been wearing it a short time. The saleswoman took the
brush to the tester and offered them to you. She too had your
secret smile now, aware a little of the stakes of this game.
"No," you said to her, "you do it."
Her smile deepened as she turned to face me. Deftly she outlined
my lips with the new color, using the brush. Then she turned to
the body of my lips, painting them thoroughly. "You see," she
said, fully in the game now, "it goes much better with his com-
plexion." It was much less bright, much better with my face and
my clothes, and all three of us smiled warmly to see it. "Yes,"
you said, "that's much better, we'll take one of those. But
don't you think he needs some cheek color to go with it." At
this, I'm sure I fainted a little, but I caught my toppling body
on the counter and came back to attention with a jolt.
The two of you started looking at blushers, discussing me clini-
cally as if I wasn't there. My cock was there, and so were my
lips, but I was in a daze by then, so that when one of you put
something on my cheeks with a brush, I was only half looking.
You were nodding your head, I think, I'm not sure. My glasses
came off and I felt something near my eyelids, mascara, I sup-
posed. I guessed I should be glad, but I was too overwhelmed. I
kept seeing my father's forbidding stare. I wished I could get
into the room because so much I wanted was happening, but it was
happening to me and I couldn't control it, and I was so humiliat-
ed that I wanted all of this so badly I could ache from it that I
could hardly breathe.
You took out some money and paid for the lipstick and the blush-
er. "Oh, don't put them in a bag," you said, "he'll wear them."
Waves of emotion were going into my head so fast that I almost
swooned again. You took the new lipstick out of its fancy box
and handed it to me, pointing to the mirror. I opened the new
tube and twisted it free. I stepped to the mirror with the brand
new lipstick and painted my lips very carefully. My eyes were
all made up, too, and there was a subtle but distinct blush on my
cheeks. I was wearing more makeup than the saleswoman! Both you
and she applauded quietly as I finished and put the lipstick
away. My heart pounded at me. I was in bliss.