Samantha J. happened to be in France over the weekend. She had wanted to get away and had almost waltzed across one teeny border and into a new country in that effortless EU way. It was the sales period, and she was determined to buy herself some new, fancy underwear. Her new beau deserved something stylish, lacy and preferably with as little left to the imagination as possible. And what better place but France, the land of the gorgeous lingerie line, Audace?
She had found a charming little B&B in the beautiful city of Tours and was blessed with amazing weather. The morning after her arrival, she sauntered to the lingerie store, after stopping for a slow coffee in a bustling plaza, full of shoppers, families et al. This was the life. She took in a deep breath of the clean air, loving being where she was at that moment, crossing streets lined with history and people, slowly but with purpose.
To her left, she saw the boutique front appear and walked in, removing her sunglasses and reaching for their case in her shoulder bag. Inside, display upon display of gorgeous lingerie opened up to the eyes, in stunning colour combinations and lace. Her sunglasses packed, she looked further and saw a rather frazzled looking shop assistant standing at the payment counter in the centre of the boutique. The shop assistant looked up, pushed a lock of blonde hair behind her ear and smiled at the stylishly dressed lady who had just come in, announced by the ring of a rather melodious ringer.
"Bonjour, madame," she said politely.
"Bonjour," sang Samantha, her heart beating in excitement at all the possibilities those amazing lace numbers opened in her mind's eye.
"Can I help you?" the assistant enquired in French, looking questioningly at this client.
"No, thank you," Samantha J. responded in faultless French, with a smile, "I'll let you know if I need you."
Turning away from the rather petite shop assistant, she turned and scanned the display with an expert eye. Ah, the dark blue and green would look stunning against her sun-kissed skin. That red number is not bad though I already have red. Hmmm, but love what they have done with the half ribbing, so sexy! And that black one, you can never have enough of black, she thought. And that golden ring between the cups is gorg!
She looked for her size in all 3 and, gathering the hangars with the dangling underwear, turned to the shop assistant and asked for the whereabouts of the changing room. The shop assistant walked towards the end of the shop and pointed to where a heavy, dark red damask curtain was gathered to a side with a golden rope and tassel.
"Through here, madame," she said.
Madame walked in, in what seemed like a short corridor with dark, red damask curtained changing rooms to her left. A rather tall, nicely built man was standing in front of one of the drawn curtains. He looked embarrassed and rather out of place. He coughed; she heard sounds from the changing room he was standing in front of and assumed he had his partner in there.
Samantha J. walked into the empty room next to the one the man was standing in front of. She drew the curtain and lay the bits of Audace down on the deep red, velvet puff in a corner of the rather ample changing room. In front of her was a floor length mirror in a gorgeous gilt frame. With the golden light emanating from the small chandelier on the high ceiling, it set the mood to try the expensive bits of nothing she had chosen.
She hung her shoulder bag on one of the golden hooks set in a carved, gilt, wood piece, right above the little puff. On the wall in front of this was another mirror but half length, with the same gilt frame. So tastefully decorated, she thought. Then, she pulled her white sleeveless dress off in a smooth movement and hung it beside the bag.
Turning towards the full-length mirror, she looked critically at the body facing her. In front of her, she saw a rather slim, almost sporty body, dressed in a white, lacy bra and matching tanga. Her short, straight hair was cut in an expensive bob which favoured her heart-shaped face with its large hazel eyes, small nose and voluptuous lips. Going lower, she saw a generous bosom peeked out from the half cups; the nipples barely covered by the lace. She turned her body slightly to the side to inspect her bottom and heard a sharp breath.
Looking up slightly in confusion, she saw that the curtain she had carelessly pulled to enclose the changing room, was gaping from one of the sides. Oh my, someone can see me, she thought. And another thought raced in, It's that man standing outside!
Maybe it was the glow Samantha J. felt from the very satisfying fucking she'd had the previous day with her new lover; maybe it was the beautiful, sun shiny morning she had experienced or maybe it was simply the inherent satisfaction of her life and good health, but something sparked in Miss Jones.
Turning her body slightly more to afford the onlooker an even better look of her round bottom, she lifted her hands and cupped her lace covered breasts, pulling them upwards and together, making the channel between said breasts deeper and longer. She then pouted slightly for 5 seconds and then abandoning the pose, deliberately licked her lips, looking at the mirror; looking at the place where she was sure he could see her through the gap between the wall and the curtain.
She heard him clear his throat. She heard a feminine voice from the other side of the wall call out something enquiringly.
"I am fine, take your time," she heard a deep baritone voice say from where she knew the man was standing.
With a shiver of delight and smiling slightly to herself, Samantha J. took out her lipstick from the bag and started to veeeery slowly re-apply it, pouting at herself, doing the perfect duckface. Once satisfied and feeling the expectancy from behind the curtain, she put it back in the bag and turned towards the underwear piled on the puff. Facing the blank wall where her belongings were hanging so that just her profile was visible in the full-length mirror, she reached over and slowly unhooked her bra while looking at the mirror. The curtain seemed to tremble.
