I wanted to go shopping for something special, So I visited a small boutique I won't say where , somewhere I've never been to before. I browsed the racks and other displays, and selected several appealing items. I found a very sexy matching sheer bra, thong, and suspender belt, black silk stockings, 4-inch black heels with ankle straps, a sexy light blouse that really displays my cleavage and a tight black skirt with a 5-inch rear slit. The skirt covers about 2 inches below the stocking lace when I'm standing but anyone can tell I'm wearing stockings from the rear when I walk and when I sit I feel very dangerous!
I was so excited and nervous as I shopped that I couldn't hide it from the sales girl. She assisted me with my selections and said to let her know if I needed any help. I went to the dressing room to try everything on, but it was occupied. She saw me standing impatiently and asked if I needed help. I told her that the dressing room was occupied...and that I had to use the ladies room and maybe I should go. She asked if I'd mind using the employee's dressing room/toilets in the back of the store. I had to go pretty bad so I agreed. The dressing room had an adjoining washroom and I felt much relieved after using it. Only one problem the dressing room didn't lock and the washroom was too cramped, so I hurried to undress and try on my things. There was a large triple-mirror where I could see how my things fit. I undressed, hanging my clothes on a hook and piling my lingerie on top. I tried on the thong and it fit a bit snug. It rode high on the hips and dipped low in the front and back. I turned to check the back strip and admired the way it separated my buttocks. Turning again to the front, I pulled up the side straps, looked at my pussy bulge and was so pleased that I had shaved.
Next I tried on the bra. It hooks in the front and the shoulder straps are attached wide and the sheer underwire cups lift and push my breasts together to accentuate their fullness and show off my cleavage. I looked in the mirror and was glad that it didn't fit too tight or create any unattractive bulges. My nipples were visible through the sheer material.
I wasn't sure what to try on next. I put on the stockings, sat on The bench and unrolled each stocking past my knees and up my thighs, enjoying the silky feeling. The lace tops stopped a couple inches below my panties. I put on the suspender belt and slipped on my heels, fastened the ankle straps, and stood in front of the mirror to make sure my stockings were straight. I took it all in...How the bra displayed my breasts, the Y of the thong, and how the heels and stockings made my legs look so sexy. I began to readjust the length of each garter and they were giving me so much trouble!
Just then the sales girl peeked in the door behind me and asked how I was doing! Here I was, half bent over fiddling with the garters, and on display for this young lady. Flustered and embarrassed, I asked if she would help me adjust the garters. She said she'd be more than happy to help and her name was Jenny. I watched her reflection in the mirrors as she walked over. She smiled as she told me her name and started making small talk as she began to help me. I fidgeted as she tried to adjust the straps, feeling a strange woman touching me. She told me to stand still and let her do the adjustments, and she smiled as I obeyed.
