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I came home the other day to find a brown paper envelope on my bed. Picking it up, I found that it had writing on it: "T thank you for the other day...I'm sorry Mrs. Jones had to spoil it for you...don't worry though, she treated me 'nicely'...Anyways, have fun with these...XXX Candy". I tore open the envelope and found a pair of lacy red panties inside. I put them to my nose and sniffed, taking in her hot scent.
Within minutes, I was naked and on top of my bed, alternating rubbing my hard cock with the panties and holding them up to my face as I thought about Candy's hot, young body and what we would do the next time I saw her. I was close to cumming when I heard a voice at the door to my room.
"Well well well. Look what we have here." It was Mrs. Jones, wearing her black suit again. She had her arms crossed, pushing her tits up. "Are you enjoying yourself?" She asked me.
"yes, ma'm" I told her, the panties at my side but my hand still lightly stroking my dick. I was hoping she would maybe come in and 'deal' with me, but it was not the case.
"Put 'em on and then get dressed. We're going out." She said, turning to leave. I wasn't sure I had heard her right.
"You want me to these on?" I asked, holding up the little piece of red silk.
"That's right. I'll meet you in the car." She answered.
A few minutes later I had put them on with jeans and a t-shirt was in the car next to her, enjoying the smooth, if slightly tight, feel of Candy's panties over my cock and ass. Mrs. Jones was driving, and the edge of her skirt had ridden up so I could see the top of her stocking and the garter attachment.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"You'll see" She said without talking her eyes off the road. She also put a hand in my lap and gently massaged the bulge I had packed in there.
Eventually we got to a strip mall with a movie rental place and a paint store. There was a sign that said "Vicky's" over one of the stores, but the windows were painted over black.
"Come on!" Mrs. Jones said, yelling at me from the door of Vicky's. I was still in the car, trying to adjust my hard on. By the time I got inside the store, I saw that Mrs. Jones was chatting to a woman behind the counter. Then I looked around and saw why the windows were painted black. It was a sex shop, one that seemed to specialize in vinyl and leather items. Under the reddish light, one entire wall was lined high-heeled boots of every variety. It didn't surprise me that this was where we had come.
"Come over here" Mrs. Jones yelled at me again. I looking at a pair of black fishnet stockings and picturing her legs in them. "I want you to meet my friend Vicky." So I walked over to the counter and almost counter and almost couldn't believe my luck. Vicky was about my height and had bright red hair, shoulder length and probably died. She was also wearing dark black eye makeup and pink lipstick that looked great with her hair. Barely keeping her huge tits in was a low cut halter top, also pink. The rest of her was hidden behind a glass display featuring erotic jewellery. We introduced each other, and she looked me up and down.
"Well, anyways, do you have that package for me?" Mrs. Jones asked her. Vicky nodded and handed her a taped-up black plastic bag big enough for something like a VCR.
"I'll just put it on your account." Vicky said.
"Thanks" Mrs Jones told her, and turned to leave.
"Wait," Vicky said. "You drove him all the way out her and didn't even let him look around?" Mrs. Jones looked over at me, then at her watch.
"Well...I guess we could stay for a few minutes" she said, smiling.
"If its okay with you..." I said, holding my arms wide. Some of the stuff in here looked hot, and I thought it would give me more of a chance to check out the rest of Vicky's body.
"No problem" she said, and the two of them went back to gossiping at the counter as I looked at all the clothes in the store. Like I said before, it was mostly leather and vinyl, but judging by the underwear section, those girls probably did a lot of their shopping here. I was examining a nice looking set of black pumps that got my cock even harder when Vicky called out to me.
"Hey...come over here...Mrs. Jones is trying something on that I think she would like you to see." I walked over to where Vicky was standing in front three change rooms. One of them was closed and I guessed from the doors on the others that it also contained a little tv that could probably play porno.
"Just a minute" I heard Mrs. Jones call from the closed door, her suit jacket draped over top. As I walked over and stood beside Vicky, I realized that the reason she seemed so tall was that the boots she was wearing (probably right off one of the racks) had probably 5 inch heels. They were white leather and tight, no laces, that went up to above her knee. Then there was a gap until the shortest of skirts just barely hid her ass. I put my left leg up on a little stool, hoping to hide my boner a little bit. She backed into my right hand, rubbing her ass against it.
"so what do you think of my store?" She asked, looking over her left shoulder at me.
"Its...uh...nice" I managed to say, taking her cue and starting to rub her ass through her skirt.
"Yeah, from what Mrs. Jones told me about you, I thought you'd like it..." She said, laughing a bit. This caused me to blush immensely as I thought about the last few days.
"um...what exactly did she say about me?" I asked
"Exactly what you think!" Called out Mrs. Jones from inside the change room. Vicky grinned at me and began grinding her ass harder against my hand. I blushed even more and started to stammer a bit, but before I could say anything, stood up on her tip toes, then lowered herself again so that my hand slipped under her skirt. The bare skin I felt told me I didn't need to answer.
"oh, this is going to be such a hot outfit!" Mrs. Jones said from inside the change room. "I hope you to are looking forward to it!"
"We are!" Replied Vicky as she grinned at me again. Still standing behind her, I had started to rub her pussy lips with two of my fingers. I could feel that she had probably been getting wet before I even touched her. She moaned, and spread her legs, lowering her body and making it easier for me to slide my two fingers inside her warm pussy.
That's when the door to the changeroom/viewing booth opened and Mrs. Jones came out. The way we were standing though, she probably couldn't have figured out what we were doing. Not that I was thinking about that when I saw what she was wearing:
The outfit was made entirely of leather. There were straps that went around the top of her thighs that connected garter style with a waist belt. From the front of the belt were two more straps that went up to her tits, where there where holes for them to stick through, and then attached to a neck collar.
"What do you think?" She asked us, spinning around as she came out of the room. I could see that the back too had a strap. Vicky stepped away from me, letting my fingers slide out of her.
"Its wonderful!" Vicky said, walking over to her. Mrs. Jones turned to face me and bent over, showing me just how bare her ass was. As she stood back up, she ran one hand up her leg and looked at me. Vicky stood behind her and tightened up the laces around Mrs. Jones tits, making them swell.
