"Now that you have some decent new lingerie, " said my friend Bridgette.
"Indecent lingerie is what I would call it," I interrupted,"I look like a hooker from a cheap porn film."
"Its time to invest in a new wardrobe." she continued unfazed, " You look like a lower middle class housewife with what you're wearing. Under it all, you look totally fuckable in your new lingerie. Wasn't that the reason we are doing this?"
I remained silent, remembering April's soft touch and my new found yearning for her. Does that mean I'm now fuckable? Did I want my pussy licked or would a hard cock would do as well?
"OK, you're right." I said,"now what." as we pulled into the parking lot of Milano, a high end women's boutique.
"We can start you off here," Bridgette said, "they even have an exclusive line of stilettos."
"Stiletto's?"
"Commonly known as fuck me heels," Bridgette replied, "we need to get you out of those army boot look a like loafers you always wear."
"But they are so comfy."
"Comfy doesn't get you laid." Bridgette said, "this discussion is closed. In we go."
It was a beautiful store with beautiful clothes reasonably priced. A perky young woman wearing a beautiful deep blue dress, sheer stockings and black 4 inch stilettos greeted us.
"Welcome to Milano. My name is Rose. How May I be of service?"
"We need to find some decent clothes for my friend," Bridgette replied, "let's start with some skirts and blouses."
"Anything in particular?" asked Rose.
"Something loose and comfy," I replied, hoping against hope.
"No way," countered Bridgette, "let's start with pencil skirts, above the knee, black and maybe dark gray. Maybe a nice flouncy pleated skirt. Do you have any satin blouses?"
"I think I can help you. Let's find a fitting room and I'll take some measurements."
In the dressing room I was asked to take off my blouse and skirt for measurements.
"For the proper fit for a pencil skirt, we need your actual measurements, not over clothing" Rose said.
I stripped off my blouse and dropped my skirt. The look of amazement on her face told me everything.
"Forgive me for saying, you are a very sexy woman. Let's see if we can bring some of that sexiness out." Rose said.
For the second time in a day I was groped by a woman. She measured my bust, giving my breasts a gentle squeeze. She brushed by my pussy, fondled my tushy, ran her hands down my legs while taking measurements. It was erotic, kindling desire started by April at Elle earlier today.
She excused herself, returning a few minutes later with an armful of clothes.
"Let's start with comfy yet very sexy outfit," Rose said holding out a dark gray flouncy pleated skirt and a beautiful dark gray shiny satin blouse. "These should look quite pretty on you."
I tried on the blouse, buttoning it right up. Then I slipped on the skirt. Rose reached out and unbuttoned the top three buttons.
"You have such beautiful breasts," she said, "let's show them off a bit."
I looked in the mirror. I looked both sexy and fun loving at the same time. The clothes fit perfectly and were very comfy.
Next came a black mid thigh pencil skirt. I stepped into it and manages to get it over my hips. It was matched with a stunning red satin blouse. A much more serious sexy look. The tight fit changed my walk to much shorter steps. The fit accentuated my tush when I walked.
"Can we try on a smaller size?" asked Bridgette.
"Why? It fits me perfectly." I said.
"Trust me." replied Bridgette.
Rose brought me the blouse and I tried it on. It was very tight across my breasts, straining to stay buttoned up.
"It doesn't fit properly." I said.
"It's perfect," Bridgette replied, "if you want to seduce a man, just wear that bra and blouse. When he's looking at you, take a deep breath, your blouse pops open, continue on as if nothing happened. One look and he can't keep his eyes off your boobs."
"Alright, alright, I'll take it anyway."
Rose was wonderful, helping me choose skirts, blouses, skirt suits, tops and sweaters, even a few dresses. All afternoon she helped smooth fabric, tug hem lines and button blouses. Subtle touching in the right places. It was very erotic and I could feel the tingling in my pussy.
"I'd like to wear the pleated skirt and gray blouse home." I said.
"Perfect. Burn those hideous clothes she wore when we came in," Bridgette said, "otherwise they need to go to a toxic landfill for proper disposal."
When we finally checked out, she too offered a personal appointment to help fill out my wardrobe.
"Where can I find some shoes?" I asked Rose.
"We have a shoe department on the next floor," Rose replied, "go up one floor and ask for Matis. He is our shoe expert."
Thanking her, we went up one floor looking for the perfect pair of shoes.
Matis turned out to be a very French late 20's young 30's.
"How may I be of assistance madame?" he asked as he looked me over, checking out my breasts, down my legs to my shoes. A look of dismay was on his face appeared when he saw my shoes.
"She is looking for some sexy stilettos to go with her outfit. Those loafers are a total disgrace to her and her outfit." Bridgette replied, "nothing under 4 inches, although what she really wants is a good 6 inches."
"Bridgette!"
"Oui madame. Any particular style."
"Closed pointy toe pumps, D'Orsay heels would be fine, ankle straps are OK but no T straps or Mary Jane's." Bridgette answered,"She dies need some bedroom slippers. Perhaps some Marabou mules with a 3 inch heel would do nicely."
"Mais oui, madame. We have a salle d'essayage or how you say en englais fitting room for you to use," he said as he led us into a beautiful room complete with arm chairs and a lounger, " first we must measure your foot for the correct size, non?"
