Jenny walked past the shop, again, for the third time. As she did so her eyes glanced furtively at the display, again. Each time she had reached this point, she had been unable to turn and approach the door. She'd barely been able to pause and look into the shop window as you would when walking down street full of shop windows displaying there goods.
She started getting angry with herself, feeding it, letting it get stronger, why was I being such a silly girl, I am adult, I am a woman, ok, only just but I am 18, and I can prove it. They sell women's underwear and lingerie, and other girlie stuff, like nighties. However the little voice came back, but that's not only what they sell, and let's be honest, that was why you're here, isn't it? She continued down the street for a few more steps, and then stopped. She let her anger grow and allowed to suppress her natural shyness and hesitation.
Right, she told herself, this time or you just go home. She turned and walked back down the street. It was a very quaint and oldie world type street, many of the shops were timber framed and had overhangs. They were mostly ladies fashion boutiques, you know, the sort with one or two items in the window, and if you asking for the price, you can't afford it places. As she neared the shop, she looked into the window. It was quite tasteful and very feminine in style, which was very reassuring. Very different to the "other shop" on the out skirts of the shopping area, with its covered widows, and "Private Shop" and adults only on the window. To make matters worse, it looked seedy and dirty too, and the rumours that you heard about it, well probably made up, but you could just imagine the sort of men, in dirty raincoats, clutching little brown bags. She smiled inwardly, as this reminded her of some of more extreme fantasies.
She reached the door, and took a deep breath. Right, nothing to be embarrassed about, she reassured herself, but she was already blushing before she'd even entered the shop. The door clicked open and she continued forward, there as a little tinkle of a bell. Jenny looked around, God she thought; there were women in there already! OH God, she should have come in when she arrived at 9, instead of sulking up and down street. Part of her was screaming at her to get out, to run away, the other side of her, stronger, more needing, made her enter the shop fully. The shop assistant smiled at her and nodded in greeting. Jenny flashed a nervous smile and quickly turned away and started looking at display by the door.
For a while she was too nervous to register anything and it was a while before she started taking in what she was looking at. This tuned out to be, well pyjamas and nighties, quite normal, you know, lots of pink and teddies, although some were more suggestive. There were slippers, socks, and further along, stockings and tights. Feeling more at ease, Jenny began to explore and look around the shop. There was some music playing and the sound of quite conversation. She glanced around the shop. There appeared to be four people, in addition to Jenny, and all were older than her. One woman was having a quite conversation with the assistant at the counter.
Well this isn't too bad, she thought, and her confidence began to rally. She began to move around the shop. Ooohhh, she thought, yes, some of it was very sexy, in fact, she realised that it got sexier as you moved back from the front of the shop. As she looked at the panties, which stated off as the normal sort you might find in Marks and Spencer's, but then became increasingly more risqué as you moved along. Lacy see through French knickers to very brief G-strings, crouchless ones, and even these ones had a dozen varieties. Other had a variety of naughty statements on them, again ranging in tone from girlie naughty to nympho naughty.
She could feel herself getting both exited and embarrassed, again. As she continued to browse, she realised that the shop was surprisingly big. She continued covertly glance around and as she turned, she noticed that was a doorway, and next to it a sign, a warning sign. As she neared it, she could clearly read "warning, this section of the shop it's very adult in nature, please do not enter if you are easily shocked". So that is where they were, she'd wondered why she couldn't see them.
Again she become nervous and embarrassed, and felt herself begin to blush again. She quickly turned and began looking at a display of boots and shoes and it took a few minutes for her to calm down. Again she was impressed with the variety and scope of the display, and was particularly taken by a pair of heeled ankle boots. She picked one up and was surprised to see it in her size, mind, they were £90.00. Damn, they were so gorgeous, but she couldn't imagine spending that sort of money at the moment, and her birthday had been and gone. Hmmm, perhaps I should find myself a sugar Daddy, and smiled to her self.
Just then, she became aware of somebody standing near hear.
"Would like to try them on?" asked a quite, cool and very sexy voice.
Jenny turned, it was the woman, behind the till, she was taller than Jenny, and blonde, with small wire rimmed glasses perch on her nose.
"Emmhhh, sorry I was just looking at them..."replied Jenny in a very shy and nervous voice.
"Its ok, no need to be shy or sorry, you can look at them all you like, why don't you try them on?"
Before Jenny could reply, the woman reached for the other boot, and passed it to her.
"There you are dear, now try them on, and go on, you know you want too."
Jenny just nodded her head, and took the other ankle boot. There was a chair behind her and she sat down. She lent down to untie the laces on her Doc Martins, but as she did so the women took over.
"Let me."
Before Jenny could refuse her assistance the shop lady was kneeling in front of her, unfastening Jenny's boots. She remained silent as she watched Susan, according to the name tag, pull of the Doc Martins, and then lifting one foot began to slide the black heeled boots onto her stocking clad foot. Jenny was looking down, and began to realise just how sexy Susan was. She was wearing a slim pencil skirt that went to just below the knee, and what appeared to a white satin blouse and waist corset. But what really caught Jenny's eyes was the blouse, it fastened right up to the neck and there was a broach at the neck, but what was very clear to Jenny, was the that she was not wearing a bra. While not transparent, it clearly showed the shape of Susan's pert breast and dark of her nipples. Jenny could not take her eyes off them, and she wasn't even aware that the other boot had been placed on her foot and laced up.
So when Susan spoke, Jenny jumped and went even redder that she was already.
"There you are dear, now walk up and down, but carefully if you are not use to them. They take some time to adjust too." Susan offered Jenny a hand to steady herself as she stood.
Hesitantly at first, and then with more confidence she walked away from Susan, and then turned back.
"They look very nice on you dear, there's a full length mirror over here."
Jenny walked over to where Susan had indicated and, looked at herself in the mirror. Wow, they were fantastic, even if they didn't really go with the tartan kilt, black and red stockings and the vest top she was wearing at the moment. As she admired herself, Susan came stood behind her, and whispered huskily in her ear.
"They are definitely you my dear, very sexy."
A tingle ran though Jenny's body.
"How do they feel, not too tight?"
"No, they feel great, very comfortable."
"Let me just check" and Susan lowered herself back onto her knees, and squeezed around the heal of the boots.
"I must say you have lovely little feet, and exquisite ankles."
Jenny continued to blush shyly and whispered "thank you."
"And such shapely calves."
As they looked into each others eyes, Susan began to slide her hands slowly up and down Jenny's calves.
Jenny closed her eyes and breathed deeply and she was a little disappointed when Susan took her hands away. When Jenny opened them, Susan was already standing.
"Well dear, they are a perfect fit, would like to take them?"
Again Jenny embarrassment swept over her again.
