'That sounds like you need a partner in crime then,' her wicked grin evident from her tone of voice, 'but I doubt I'll blush, you know my past.' Josie sounded confident in her own ability to out shock Philippa. That would have been a fairly accurate assessment considering what they knew of each other as of that morning. Yet much had happened to Philippa since this morning, and she knew she had a story that would make Josie a deep shade of red.
"Oh, you wait, I finally have something to shock you.'
'You have intrigued me little miss Philly. Let's catch up when i finish up here. Shall we have a quick workout and sauna before we go out?'
'That sounds great, I'll see you at the gym in an hour?'
'Yep, talk soon, ciao.' 'Bye.' They both hung up.
Philippa put the phone back into her handbag. She looked around the store now on the lookout for some gym clothes and some clothes to go out on the town in. The shop assistant was lingering nearby, attentive in case Philippa needed anything, or felt the urge to expose herself. Looking down at her brown leather skirt, she quickly decided what sort of top she needed to go with it. She walked over to the formal wear near the front of the shop. Along the way she smiled at the other male shop assistant who smiled warmly back. His eyes followed her, as any male would when a stunning brunette walked past, but didn't linger impolitely as she didn't have anything on show.
It took Philippa a little while to find the top she was looking for, a cobalt blue drop neck top. She was holding it up against her to decide if it was what she wanted, when she was abruptly bumped from behind. She turned to look at the cause of such an impoliteness, and was met with a sour looking woman walking past.
'Excuse me.' The sour woman spoke with an equal measure of surliness that matched her outward demeanour. She had already pushed past and with her boyfriend in tow walked up to a rack of clothes and thrust a garment into her man's hand. 'Hold this.' She treated her boyfriend like a slave that did her personal bidding as she roved the store. Philippa could never understand why some men tolerated such bitchiness, and he was fairly cute too. She supposed that some men just liked a woman that took charge. She made brief eye contact with the boyfriend at one stage and smiled, as if to console him about his bitch girlfriend. He smiled meekly back, almost apologetically.
As Philippa progressed around the store towards the exercise gear, she realised that she had been watching the couple as they thundered around the store. So too, did the sour woman. Her face puckered up like pig with a lemon. She shot daggers in Philippa's direction and withering looks at her man. He responded as best he could by looking at his feet to avoid a confrontation that obviously only miss sourpuss could win. Philippa mused that women like that just gave the rest a bad name. She continued to browse through the exercise gear, and pulled a sports singlet with a shelf bra and some short loose legged shorts, both in black. Now complete with her shopping decisions, Philippa went towards the back of the store to the changing rooms. As she passed the accessories she spied a delightful pair of knee high boots, a lighter shade of brown that would really compliment her skirt and top. She also plucked a new pair of patterned thigh high stockings from the shelves.
The changing rooms had a bank of five booths with curtains that pulled over as cover. There was a full wall height mirror at the end of the booths opposite the entranceway. Philippa had her pick as they were all empty and entered the middle one, placed the boots down on the bench. There was also a mirror in the booth on one of the shared walls with the neighbouring booth, with some hooks on the opposite shared wall. Philippa then placed the clothes on the hooks. She then proceeded to undress, which wasn't very hard considering she wasn't wearing any underwear, and then removed her thigh high stockings. She stood naked before the mirror and saw the small tell-tale signs of her mischief. Her pussy was very wet, it glistened in the harsh store light, and there was a small amount of dried semen that had worked its way into her belly button. Her efforts to clean up after her acts of wanton sex had been largely successful, or had been brushed off by her tight fitting clothes. Her hand drifted down to brush against her breast, rubbing her palm in small circles over her erect nipple. The journey completed as her hand continued down to her pussy and a finger slid down over her mound, pressing firmly against the nerve above her clitoris. She slid it up and down the nerve a few times, bringing alternating sensations of light flutters in her chest and electric shocks through her pussy. When her finger finally drifted over her clitoris her pussy exploded and left her body shuddering, her knees threatening to buckle. Her sudden orgasm was intense and throbbed in slow but intense waves. Philippa slumped down on to the bench and eased out of her orgasm by sliding two fingers into her pussy. It was still so wet, she wondered if there was still cum inside her, it certainly felt like it. She brought her fingers up to her mouth and tasted the familiar taste of her sex and cum. Yes, she was still swimming in the cum of her multiple lovers, a thought that delivered a rush of horniness that immediately returned her mind and loins to sexual predator mode.
Sighing, Philippa stood and grabbed her blouse that she had worn during the day. She examined it and saw that it was very much encrusted with dried cum on the inside, but was alright externally. Some very minor marks were ever so slightly visible, passable as old stubborn stains that had seen numerous wash cycles for very near success. Her skirt was in a similar state, but the stains on the inside were very pronounced, yet externally it was better. Her thigh high stockings looked the worse for wear, with very large pronounced whitish stains from absorbing all of the cum that had leaked out of her pussy. The stains had actually stretched down a few inches to where the skirts hemline was. Philippa would throw all of them out when she got to the gym, they would just have to suffice for the short walk there. She used the cleanest part of the inside blouse to quickly tidy up the small remaining signs of her activities so that she could try on her new clothes without marring their newness.
The skirt wiggled on snugly around her waist and came to a rest several inches above her knees. It was tight and she tested that it could fulfil another function by bending over for the mirror. Her glance behind confirmed a subtle peak of her pussy, enough to be seen if someone was already looking and was seated while she was standing. Philippa stood, and then adjusted her skirt by rolling the waist band over once, thus bringing the length up her leg by a further inch. Repeating her bending over manoeuvre she was greeted by a much more ribald sight that would actually draw someone's attention if they were sitting, and deliver the subtle view if they were standing. A further roll of the waistband would make bending over impossible around any polite company. She smiled at the thought, but left it rolled over once. Next came the drop neck top. It fitted tightly across her taut stomach, but the drop neck hung loosely away, exposing her slender neck, her upper chest and cleavage. This was certainly a sexy combination, but knowing that flashing was an almost certainty, she tested her new addition by bending over toward the mirror. The top fell away easily, and by the time her torso was at a 45 degree angle, someone who was sitting across from her would have a very good view between her breasts and very nearly see her nipples. If she twisted in either direction one of her nipples came out for a peek. If she continued to bend over to 60 degrees, the top came away and exposed one of her breasts, visible to someone standing in front or slightly to the side of her. It was random which breast came in to view, nipple and all, and thus random which side the person could view from. She noticed that if she twisted her torso at this angle, one boob would completely pop out of her top, and then not return when she straightened her body. If she completely bent over, to 90 degrees, her breasts hung freely and visibly, both breasts clear for anyone standing in front of her and slightly to either side. From sexy to slut in no time at all. She was ready for her night out and she stood and admired her outfit.
Philippa's peaceful admiration was broken when she heard a familiar barking from sour pig lady. She had come to the changing rooms to try on her selection of clothes and was berating her man as she entered. Philippa stole a quick peek through the curtain at the couple. The woman was taking a pile of clothes from her weighed down boyfriend into the changing room booth beside her own. Philippa closed the curtain.
'You need to dress smarter, those polo shirts would actually make you handsome.' She oozed negatively. They wouldn't, Philippa thought, they would make him look geeky and like every other cookie cutter prep boy. His band t-shirt he wore already gave him a hip, rough look that confirmed her first impression of cute.
'And those Dockers would really make you look smart...better than your dirty jeans. You look like a hobo.' Her voice grated on as Philippa heard the curtain shut behind her. She actually shivered as she could feel the life being sucked out him. What a bitch.
Philippa pulled on her new boots and zipped them up. She walked out of the changing room to get a look at her outfit in the full wall height mirror and almost straight into the boyfriend. He stepped back politely and smiled, his eyes drifted across her from head to toe in a single motion as his eyes shyly returned to look at the ground and then away. She walked around him and stood in front of the wall mirror. In the reflection, Philippa could see him looking back in her direction while his sour girlfriend continued criticising his style through the curtain. Philippa made sure not to make eye contact through the mirror, as she didn't want to scare off this coy cutie.
Running her hands over her outfit, Philippa made a show of straightening her clothes and making them fit in their best possible way. In reality, she was making her body move in an enticing way; Her butt wiggled slightly, her breasts bounced a little, with both being thrust out in an attention grabbing charade. His eyes were glued to her body. She committed to her new found brashness as she bent over to 'check' her boot buckle adornment. This brought her tight leather skirt up the backs of her thighs, exposing a small amount of her bare pussy. Her torso was bent to 60 degrees which saw a single breast come into view in the mirror. Her pussy was her molten core, it was driving her very being, fuelled by raw exhibitionist desire. Philippa adjusted the buckle for a good length of time allowing the boyfriend a long leisurely look at her sex. She could see a swell start to grow in his pants, which he adjusted self-consciously. Philippa straightened up, thus removing her private areas from his wandering eye. She then walked right past him again as she returned to her booth. She brought the curtain back over for privacy, but failed to shut it all the way, leaving about six inches and a decent view into her booth.