Paul and I hadn't talked for several days since he moved into the spare bedroom, and I saw no need to let him know I was going out Saturday morning as I watched him mow the lawn. The anticipation of attending my first private swinger's party with Jerry later that night spurred me on. I wanted to wear something sultry and was on a mission to purchase just that. I usually do my clothes shopping at either Target or Walmart, but I doubted those two places would carry what, in my mind, would fit the bill for the evening.
Arriving at the local mall just after ten would permit me to leisurely shop for just the right outfit. I knew that I wanted something slinky with a zipper on the back so that when the time arrived for me to slip out of my dress, I could do so with needing to yank it up over my head, and for tonight black was my color of choice. I found a swanky boutique that had what I was looking for displayed in their window and entered the shop. I was greeted by a youthful-looking girl who asked, "Can I help you today?"
"I'd like to look around a little, please," I replied.
She smiled at me and said, "Take all the time you need." then returned to her early morning duties.
I began looking through their assortment of short black evening dresses and found several I wanted to consider.
"Can you direct me to the changing rooms, please," I said to the young girl working the early shift.
She pointed me in the right direction but said, "We only allow two garments at a time in the changing rooms."
I hung my least favorite on the return rack and took the other two inside. Slipping off my clothes, I decided to try them without a bra. The first dress was a kind of glittery fabric that hugged my hips and legs very nicely, and the material felt sensual as it slipped over my naked breasts. Its length nearly reached my knees, and I turned to see how it looked from behind. I was happy with the way the dress accentuated my shapely ass. Never having attended one of these parties, I wondered if the glittery fabric might be a little overboard. Slipping out of the dress, I moved to my second choice, a clingy fabric that also hugged my hips, but this dress had a more profound plunge in front as well as behind. I could easily reach around and unzip it at the appropriate time. It was shorter than the first covering my legs to mid-thigh. Like the first dress, this one also showed off my ass quite nicely. It was a little pricey, but I figured, what the hell, I could wear it when I met a man for the first time, or to a hotel meet and greet sometime in the future.
As I exited the dressing room, the young salesgirl asked, "Find something you like?"
I held the dress up and said, "I'm going to take this one, but I also need some sexy lingerie to go with it."
She smiled and replied, "Follow me."
As we approached their lingerie selection, she turned, and as she walked backward, asked, "How sexy were you thinking of?"
I didn't know there were degrees of sexiness when it came to lingerie, so I replied, "I don't want to look like a slut."
She grinned and tried to explain, "With the dress, you're buying the length will allow the tops of thigh-high stockings to show, and depending on how you sit, I suspect your skin above will also show."
"Okay, so what do you suggest?" I asked.
She reached for a small package and handed it to me. "These are designed to go higher on your legs," she said.
I looked at the photo of the hosiery on the package. The stockings were longer, but unlike regular pantyhose, the part that usually covers your ass was missing. The model on the package was taller than me, and the picture featured her from behind with the straps pulled high on her hips.
"Sexy but elegant," I said.
The salesgirl smiled and then said, "If you match these up to a satin or lace thong you'll not only feel sexy all night, but when the time is right, and you let that slinky dress slide off you'll be able to make any man or woman's heart skip a beat.
"Okay, I'll take these also," I said, handing her the tiny package.
Her grin broadened a little before she said, "Do you want to look at thong and bra sets?"
"What the hell, I might as well go all in, this is for a special occasion," I said.
We walked a short distance to that section of their lingerie offerings, "Satin or lacy," she said.
"I think satin with some lace trim would be nice," I replied.
She thought for a moment then asked, "What cup size are you?"
I replied, "I'm a C cup."
"You're in luck," she said as she moved to the clearance section.
"I think this will fit you perfectly," she said as she pulled a black set from the rack.
I took it from her and looked it over, the thong and bra were both of black satin but featured tiny black lace trim along all the important edges.
"I love it!" I exclaimed.
"And it's fifty percent off," the young girl said.
"Sold," I answered.
As she rang up my purchases, she said, "You know this outfit screams for heels, the highest you can stand in."
"You don't sell shoes?" I asked.
She smiled and said, "No, but I think you can find exactly what you need at my friends shop across the mall."
"Thanks so much for your help today," I said.
"No problem, your total is one hundred seventy-nine dollars, how would you like to pay?" She said.
I handed her my credit card, and as she ran the card said, "Tell Mark that Julie sent you."
Thanks again, Julie," I said as I gathered my purchases and headed back into the mall.
I giggled as I walked across the mall, thinking I'd need to intercept that credit card statement when it arrives so I wouldn't need to explain my purchases to Paul.
It was easy enough to find Mark's shop since the displays in front featured some of the highest and sexiest stilettos I'd ever seen.
"Hi, are you Mark?" I asked the sole salesman in the place as I entered.
He looked at me with a "do I know you" expression on his face then said, "I am."
I smiled and replied, "Julie says you can help me with some sexy high heels."
He grinned happily, knowing that his friend was sending some business in his direction before, he said, "I sure can."
"Come on in and have a seat, let's check your size," Mark suggested.
As I sat down, he asked, "What's the highest heel you've ever worn?"
"Never measured them, but about the height of those over there," I replied, pointing toward a pair of white pumps on a display table across from where I sat.
Mark continued his questions, asking, "Will you be dancing or just looking hot and sexy?"
I doubted there is much dancing at a swinger party, so I answered, "I suspect I'll just be lookin' hot and sexy." Using his exact phrase to describe what I'll be doing.
As we talked, Mark had already slipped my pump off and measured my foot. "You're a perfect size five, did you think about the color?" He asked.
"Nothing sexier than black," I answered.
"Couldn't agree more," he said with a broad grin on his lips.
"Give me a minute," Mark said.
He rose from his fitting stool and scurried into the stock room. I thought to myself, what is it about ladies' shoe salesman that makes them so appealing. It has to have something to do with the position they are in while waiting on you.
Mark returned with a stack of shoeboxes, and as he sat down in front of me, he said, "We'll start with ultra-high and work our way down until you feel comfortable walking in them.
He opened the first box, which was wider than all the others, and I could instantly see why. It contained a pair of black leather stilettos that had at least a six-inch heel. I could see myself falling off these as I tried to walk, but knew they would provide the best fuck me handles of all the rest.
"These will take some practice to walk in," he said as he slipped the sexy shoes onto my feet.
I stood up and almost fell into him. "I think we'll need to drop down an inch or two," I said without even trying to walk to the angled mirror at the end of the row of chairs.
He removed the fuck me stilettos and slipped them back into the box. "Let's try these," he said as he flipped the lid off the second pair.
This box contained a very sexy pair of shoes with about a four-inch heel that featured an ankle strap. As he lifted them from the box, I noticed that the soles were a bright red color, a feature that I knew would attract lustful stares from all the men in attendance at the party.
He carefully sipped my feet into the heels and then slowly attached the strap around my ankle, his fingers lingering just a little longer than necessary.
I stood up and slowly walked to the mirror, twisting my feet so I could get a good look at them from both sides and behind. The red soles would undoubtedly entice the look when I sat down and crossed my shapely legs.
As I walked back toward him, Mark said, "I have the same style with a five-inch heel if you're feeling more adventurous."
I knew another inch would do little to enhance the shapely look of my legs, and besides, when I was viewing them in the mirror, I notice how this pair make my calf muscles appear sexier.
"How much," I asked.
