This is my second submission to Literotica and I would really appreciate your comments and feedback.
I think this story may well lend itself to further instalments.
Saturday morning. I awoke early and had breakfast before getting ready to leave the house. All the time I felt the excitement and anticipation building inside me.
Today I was starting a part-time job at a local shoe shop in the town. Nothing exciting about that you might think but I was hoping that this job would give me the chance to fulfil some of my wildest fantasies.
I was 20 years old and a student at the local business school. I had recently completed my final exams in business studies and was waiting for the results which were due in about 8 weeks. I was still living at home with my parents but, if I passed my exams, a family friend had promised me a job in London. In the meantime I was working 4 nights a week waitressing at a local restaurant. This earned me enough money for nights out, etc. but when I saw the Saturday job advertised in the shoe shop I didn't hesitate – this wasn't about earning money, this was about acting out my fantasies.
I was about 5'9" in height (tall for a girl) with short, bobbed blonde hair. I had long legs and a good figure, courtesy of the dance lessons I had been taking since I was little. I was pleased with my body and knew that others found me attractive. The thought that boys (or girls!) were attracted to me was a real turn-on and had probably contributed to my pronounced exhibitionist tendency; in short, I got off on 'accidentally' exposing myself to others.
It had been like this for years. At school when the older girls played netball we generally attracted an audience of boys who would stand ogling us as we played. On these occasions I would always wear the shortest netball skirt I could get away with and would leap about energetically, seemingly lost in the game, but secretly aware that every time my skirt flipped up the spectators were getting a good look at my pants and bottom! I grew taller but kept the same skirt until the hem was practically level with my crotch and I was spending the whole game with my underwear on display until the sports teacher ordered me to wear a longer skirt. It was a huge turn-on and I could barely concentrate on the game knowing that all those eyes were feasting on the sight of my bottom. Often I would finish the game with damp panties and when I removed them in the changing rooms would find the crotch stained with my cum.
The shoe shop seemed to me to offer the perfect opportunity for a little flashing but this wasn't the only thing that attracted me to the job.
The manageress was a woman called Rachel Harper. She was a few years older than me, around 26 or 27 and her family was quite well known in the town. Her father owned 3 or 4 shoe shops in the area and he had placed Rachel in charge of this shop. In a small town like ours everyone knows everyone else's business and it was no secret that Rachel was a lesbian.
She was an attractive woman, about 5'4" with dark, bobbed hair, brown eyes and a fantastic figure that she didn't try to hide in her tight skirt and blouse. When I entered the shop and asked about the job I found myself staring at her cleavage. The edge of her lacy bra was peaking above her blouse and I couldn't stop myself from wondering whether she was wearing matching panties. I could sense that she found me attractive too and I was offered the job there and then.
For some time now I had found myself increasingly attracted to other women. What had started as bi-curiosity had moved towards full-on lesbianism. I was increasingly disinterested in boys and at college I had fantasised many times about some of the girls on my course. I lacked the courage to try anything on with them but surely this Saturday job would provide me with the opportunity to fulfil my desires?
I took a long shower and then dressed for work. The shop had a dress code which was fortunately the same as my waitressing job so I didn't need to buy any new clothes. The uniform was white blouse, black skirt or trousers and black shoes. My blouse was quite sheer which meant that my white bra would be completely visible through the thin material. I had deliberately chosen an unpadded bra to give just a tantalising hint of my dark nipples. The skirt was very tight and rather short the hem finishing a good 6" above my knees. Underneath I wore a sheer white thong. I am a natural size 10 but I had bought these deliberately a size smaller; the material was practically see through and, although there was a small triangle of cotton at the crotch which just preserved my modesty, my neatly trimmed bush was clearly visible. The back string was pulled deep into the cleft of my bottom; a tiny triangle of material peeking just above my buttocks, and the front panel was obscenely tight around my crotch, the elasticated sides digging into the flesh of my hips.
I wriggled into the skirt and closed the zipper at the side and then checked myself out in the mirror. The skirt was skin tight the black material stretched across my thighs and backside offering a great view of my round bottom. So tight was the skirt that the outline of my thong panties was just visible from behind. I practised moving in the skirt, bending down and then squatting down on my haunches, legs bent and knees together. I was pleased to note that the action of squatting caused the hem of my skirt to rise, exposing a little more of my thighs. I had shaved my legs to perfection; the weather was warm and I had no intention of wearing tights. A pair of black patent shoes with a short heel completed my outfit. Finally, a few dabs of my favourite perfume and I was ready to go.
Slinging my bag over my shoulder I left the house and set off for work. It was about a 15 minute walk to the town centre and although there was a regular bus service I decided the walk would do me good. I strode along taking short, quick steps, every step causing my ass to jiggle within the tight confines of my skirt. It must have been a wonderful sight for anyone following me!
I arrived at the shop at 08:45 and let myself in through the back door. I was the first to arrive except for Rachel who was in the rear of the shop. She was wearing a white blouse and a pair of extremely tight black trousers which showed off her round bottom. Her white bra was once again clearly visible through her sheer blouse. She greeted me as I entered looking pleased to see me.
"Good morning Heather" she smiled "nice to see you here bright and early and ready to go."
"Good morning Miss Harper" I replied "I wasn't sure how long it would take me to get here so I set off early."
"Please call me Rachel" she replied. Her eyes were sweeping over me taking in my sheer blouse and my tight black skirt. It was obvious that she liked what she saw.
"The other 2 girls will be here any time now but we have a little rule here. The new girl gets to make the first cup of coffee" she went on "the kitchen is just down the corridor and I'll have mine white with no sugar."
I went to make the coffee. The kitchen was a small room with a sink, a kettle and a fridge. I filled the kettle and started it to boil. As I prepared the drinks Rachel appeared in the doorway and stood looking at me. I decided to give her something to look at and I reached into the fridge for the milk. In doing so I bent at the waist giving her a great view of my bottom, the black material of my skirt stretched tight across my perfect ass.
I could feel her eyes scrutinising my rump and when I stood up and turned round I could swear that she was looking slightly flushed.
