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This is a scene I imagined as I was shopping for a new dress... I was wondering "what if...?"
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I suppose I like shopping as much as the average girl. I've always loved trying on pretty things. My mother reinforced that at an early age when she would take me out to let me try on what are now called "Princess Dresses". At the time, she let me shop for everything from communion dresses to flower girl dresses to pageant dresses. If it was cute, girly, and full of lace, I was in for as long as she would tolerate my obsession.
I think my obsession with clothing has declined somewhat. I go in for more classy things and not so much for the formals. I still have the figure for club wear and I have a selection of sexy dresses in my closet for such things, now sadly underused since most clubs have been shut down. We tried some Zoom meetings, but it just isn't the same thing when you can't rub against some random guy or girl and enjoy the excitement close contact brings. I miss the actual touch, the smell of perfumes and colognes and of honest sweat from people dancing their asses off.
I found another outlet for my needs shopping for a new dress. It was for a semi formal office event (strict social distancing and masks, of course) on the occasion of the retirement of our CEO, Mr. Martin. He'd been one of the founders of the company and was well-liked as much for his avuncular personality as his good sense and business wisdom. I wanted to look good for the event as he'd been one of my mentors ever since I joined the company.
I'd been to this boutique before. They are upscale, but not ridiculous. The clothes are very well designed and cut and of the best fabrics. I knew I could buy something there and likely be able to wear it in ten years and still look good in it.
I picked out three dresses to try on. The first a simple navy sheath that was perfectly made in wool. The second a comfortable dress with an Empire waist in forest green that flattered me nicely. The third was a more severely cut coat dress in charcoal gray that would suit me in the business setting for a long time. I liked that one in particular as the cut is simply classic and timeless and I could accessorize it a hundred ways and it would always look good on me.
Service in this particular boutique has always been very personal and professional. The sales girl was new to me and she said she'd only been there a month before I visited. She was really cute, a petite girl with short blonde hair in a pixie cut, blue eyes, wearing glasses that seemed to compliment the gamine shape of her face with round, dark tortoise shell frames.
I could tell how new she was by the way she averted her eyes when I took off my dress to hang it up. I was only clad in a pretty, lacy bra and panty set I wear when I want the extra power exquisite lingerie confers. That's my super power, I think. The realization that if the other parties could see me out of my dress they would melt at my feet added another level of assurance to whatever I had to say.
Bonnie, the sales girl, was blushing a bright red when I looked at her face, ready for the first dress. I reflected for a moment that a job as a sales girl in an upscale shop like this might be like a chocoholic's job in a candy factory if the girl had any interest in other women beyond ringing up a sale. It would surely be so tempting to try to taste the goods, so to speak.
The thought only flashed through my mind momentarily because I had to find a dress. Bonnie helped me into the sheath, settling it on my shoulders and turning me around to zip me up. I noticed in the mirror that she was definitely checking me out as she worked. A naughty thought tickled my consciousness. I took a turn and walked to the corner of the changing room as she watched. "What do you think?"
That gave her license to look me up and down more thoroughly. I sat down on the chair and pointedly crossed my legs. "Too short?"
Her blush was delightful. I made a point to uncross and recross them to the other side, slowly enough to give her a quick peek up my dress. I waited patiently for her answer.
"Is it too short? I'm not showing too much leg, am I?"
She stared at my legs and I recrossed them again for her. She looked nonplussed and visibly tore her gaze from my legs. "No, ma'am. It looks perfect to me. Is sitting in it comfortable? Would we need to take it in somewhere?"
I wriggled around a little to get the feel of it in different postures. Her gaze was glued to my thighs and that added a little fuel to the fire for me. I stood up and turned my back to her so she could unzip me. "I think it's a winner. I wouldn't alter it in any way."
She unzipped me and managed to touch my bare skin with the backs of her fingers as I did. That gave me a nice tingle along my back. She helped me step out of the dress and hung it up, zipping it and securing it to the hanger. Taking the next dress, she unzipped it as well and helped me pull it on. Her fingers brushed my breasts through my bra for a second as she settled the dress on. I tuned again to let her zip me up. She ran her hands over the back of the dress to the tops of my little bubble butt. She seemed to like that. So did I, actually.
