As we walk into the store my wallet begins to ache.
This is a seriously upscale store. There are not even any price tags because if you have to ask how much it is, you cannot afford it.
Ah well, for some reason you have been wanting to come here. This morning when you woke me up I thought your goal was sexually oriented, as you woke me up by coming very loudly while lying next to me and stroking me.
I know it was not a ploy just to get me to shop. I already learned how fun shopping can be with you. But instead of heading out to the mall we came here.
I looked askance at the fur coats on the walls, but was immediately told they were all assuredly faux. The person telling me this was a very elegant woman in her mid 40s. She had a warm smile under short brown hair. Her hair was not a style I had seen outside of old TV shows. In fact the elegant black skirt, sensible heels, and tight fitting blouse with a black scarf at her neck all reminded me of June Cleaver getting ready to step out on the town with Ward. Even her hairstyle looked more like it would be on the cover of Vogue in 1955 rather than 2005. But she had the body and face of a pin up girl. Indeed she looked like she should be in a bikini and smiling at you from the side of an airplane.
Her smile was infectious. She had huge brown eyes and thick full lips. I noticed that the cast of her skin and the shape of her face made me think of the Mediterranean, and I wondered if she might be Italian or Greek.
As she turned to show me more of the store, the light caught her hair, showing me what I thought was brown was actually just a tasteful streak job (her apparently only concession to modern fashion) and that her hair was a deep jet black. Hmm, definitely Italian.
I also noticed that the "modest" skirt showed off the full swell of her hips. It ended just at her calves, but a careful cut in the fabric allowed them to peek through, showing what promised to be a killer pair of legs.
I tore my eyes off this incredible woman long enough to see a quick demo on how the "furs" were actually machine made fibers, but had the feel and look of fur, and were actually much more resilient, stain proof, waterproof, and longer lasting than fur. Plus there was the benefit of not having to deal with the fur industry and all that implied. It cut down the cost as well without hurting the luxury.
I was impressed. The furs were beautiful, showing off the true colors and beauty of a natural pelt without having hurt one single animal. I asked if the entire store was like this.
"Actually no,' she told me, to my surprise. "We still carry a lot of leather coats. The benefit to leather though is that we use those animals entirely. We only get our leather goods from companies that assure us that the animals are raised humanely, and that the products derived from them are used in their entirety. Much like the Native Americans used to do with the buffalo they hunted."
I was surprised by her matter of fact tact on this, but also by the logic of the industry.
The biggest surprise however was watching her run her hands over the leather coats. As she did so I could clearly see her nipples begin to push through the fabric of her blouse. I was stunned. You have puffy nipples, the entire areola gets hard along with your nipples when you are aroused. You also have very large dark nipples from your Latin heritage. But this woman was shocking. Even through what looked to be a heavy duty cross your heart bra and the thick black material of her blouse, her nipples stood at attention. They had to have been a four or five inches across, and they stood out like nothing I had ever seen outside of anime.
But the spell broke soon enough and she turned to ask you what you had come in for.
With a smile you told her that Jenny had sent you. You wanted to try on some coats, and that you needed two heavy coats, one for everyday use, one for going out. You also needed rainwear, and a light duty everyday jacket. You wanted to try these on, and you wanted hats to go with the rain and stepping out coats.
Ah well, I thought, maybe I should have brought my book. I settled in my mind that this was just going to be an ordinary shopping trip. (And I love it when I am wrong like that.)
She looked almost critically at you, then murmured Jenny's name. "So, Jenny sent you. I see," she said, almost distractedly. "Did she tell you about her shopping experience here?"
"Oh yes," you told her, "she did indeed. So I would like to begin at the same place she did."
With that the two of you strode off talking about raincoats and faux fur, and I settled down in front of the dressing room mirrors in a soft chair to read.
Eventually the two of you returned, laden down with coats and hatboxes. What happened next was something that would forever stay in my mind.
First I noticed the pile of coats seemed to be floating along behind you. You were talking animatedly with the lady in black, so I wondered idly who might be carrying the pile of faux fur and leather you had picked out.
As I tilted my head I noticed a pair of legs almost staggering under the pile. They were not very big legs, but exquisitely proportioned and wearing black cowboy boots.
The coats settled on a divan nearby and out from under them popped a very small woman. My first impression was that an elf had escaped into our world, or that Tinkerbell had dyed her hair jet black.
The woman was not more than 5'1" or 5'2" by my first reckoning (I later learned I was off a bit, she was 5'4") but perfectly proportioned. In fact, if she had been 5'11" and the same proportion her breasts would have been gigantic!
As it was she was small, but very cute. I normally do not care for thin women, but she was not the emaciated thin so popular on TV and runways, but merely just a slight woman. She still had curves in the right places, and was very feminine in every way, just very small. She had long shiny black hair, and compared to your Latin skin and the lady in black's Mediterranean cast she looked like Snow White. A dark plum lipstick made her face even more dramatic. She looked at me shyly, and then did a strange sort of curtsy to me before running off for more clothes. I judged her at about 25 or so, but her height and strange manners gave her the appearance of being much younger.
As she moved away, I noticed her perfect behind moving under her jean skirt. She had on a black western style shirt, and the top button was undone to show her cleavage.
