Elizabeth Benson stopped outside the store and looked up and down the street. It was a warm day but she had still dressed in a full length coat and wore a pair of old dark glasses. She was a little nervous but, as there was nobody on the street that she immediately recognised – or, more to the point, that recognised her – she relaxed a little and turned back towards the store window. Most of the large window had been blacked out but a few words advertising the products that could be purchased within were stencilled neatly in the bottom left hand corner. Elizabeth raised her eyes and read the facia sign at the top of the window: Private Shop. Adults Only. She felt a tingle of anticipation run up and down her spine and shivered involuntarily. She had never been an adult store before and, quite frankly, the though of going in now was a little daunting. But nobody seemed to be watching her, nobody seemed to care, and so, taking a deep breath, Elizabeth Benson pushed open the door and crossed the threshold.
Elizabeth hadn't really known what to expect, but she hadn't expected this. She had guessed that these types of store were likely to be seedy, dark and foreboding and frequented by old men that were just as seedy. But what she was now seeing was much different from these ideas. The interior of the store was light and airy and seemed rather welcoming. All manner of marital aids, video's and DVD's were stacked against the walls and in a corner, a small desk sat with a very pretty young female assistant sat behind it.
"Hi. I'm Julia. May I help you?" The young assistant threw a friendly and disarming smile at Elizabeth. "Were you looking for anything in particular?"
Elizabeth returned the younger woman's smile and walked to the front of the desk.
"I'm looking for some...er...clothes, I suppose. You know? To sort of help things along?"
Julia held her smile and brushed a lock of her blonde hair back from her forehead. She had seen this type of customer many times over the ten months that she had worked at the store; probably been married for about five years, she guessed, and the steam has run out of the relationship a little. She estimated the older woman to be around thirty or so. She was pretty, though, with long brown hair and, from the glimpses that Julia got through her open coat, she reckoned she had a tidy little figure. For the most part it helped that Julia was a lesbian working in an adult store – it meant she could easily keep the men (the vast majority of her customers) at bay. But the system kind of broke down a little when an attractive woman came in!
"I'm sure we can help you." Julia replied indicating a rail of slinky looking dresses and costumes, "did you have anything special in mind?"
Elizabeth had not expected to reveal the innermost workings of her marriage to a stranger, but Julia's manner had put her at her ease and she spoke without really thinking.
"I just want to spice up my marriage a little, you know?"
"Well, we have a full range here. Policewoman, nurse, waitress, maid, secretary ....."
"A maid's costume sounds interesting." Elizabeth interrupted.
"Sure, this is it." Julia held up a few scraps of material on a hanger for Elizabeth to inspect. "Its good quality but it is a little expensive."
She watched while Elizabeth ran approving fingers over the silky material and felt her toes curl. She couldn't help wondering what it would be like to feel those same fingers touching her, stroking her, caressing her...
"This is perfect." Elizabeth said breaking the younger woman's daydream, "I'll take it."
As Elizabeth paid for her purchase and left the store, Julia sighed with a mixture of emotions; whilst she hoped that the attractive woman was able to sort out her marriage difficulties, she also harboured a deep desire that she would come back to the store again. Julia sighed again and looked fondly at a sleek black vibrator that nestled inviting in her purse. Making an immediate decision she locked the door and hung the "closed" notice. Grabbing her purse she slipped out back to the store room and sat on a crate. Her panties were down in a second and the vibrator poised for entry. If she couldn't have the real thing, she thought, then this would have to do for now!
Elizabeth clutched her shopping bag to her chest as she slipped in through the door of her home. All seemed quiet. Her encounter with Julia had left her in a strange mood. She had never even though about other women like this before but there was something about the pretty younger woman, something about the way that she looked at her that had left Elizabeth a little breathless and feeling, frankly, very horny.
As Elizabeth started folding up laundry in the bedroom that she had shared with Ian for the last four and a half years, her eyes kept glancing down at the skimpy maid's costume that she had laid on the bed. It wouldn't hurt to try it on, would it? She wondered. After all, she seemed to be alone in the house. She giggled quietly to herself and put the folded laundry down. She stared at the outfit for a long time before deciding and then quickly unbuttoned her blouse and dropped her skirt to the floor. Standing in her underwear, she held the costume up to her. There was no way that she could get away with wearing panties and bra under this, she thought. They would have to go too!
Before Elizabeth realised what had happened she was standing in front of her mirror adorned in the slinky outfit. She looked at herself approvingly: flat tummy, pert breasts still – even if they were a little smaller than she would have liked – and long, slender legs. If only Ian could look at her the way that the young girl in the store had.
But there were still chores to do and Elizabeth sighed quietly. The laundry wouldn't put itself away. But she really liked the way the silky outfit felt against her skin – it seemed such a shame to take it off again and change into her boring house clothes. What if she kept it on for just a little longer? She wondered, It wouldn't really hurt, would it?
With another quiet giggle, Elizabeth slipped on a pair of sandals and picked up the laundry. She was inexplicably nervous; it seemed like such a simple thing to do, but the bathroom where the laundry was kept was on the next floor up and walking about the house in her current state of dress – or undress - felt like such a turn on and was making her feel so naughty.
As Elizabeth Walked quietly up to the next floor she could feel the thong of the outfit riding up between her buttocks. With every step she took the thin strip of material seemed to massage her anus and slide deliciously between the slick folds of her vaginal lips so that, by the time she reached the bathroom, she was as wet and excited as she had ever been. She was just thinking about the possibility of a nice little private masturbation session as she pushed the handle to the bathroom and the door slid silently open.
"What? I Thou ....."
"Jeez! Liz, I'm sorry. I was just washing up. I..er...we didn't think that anyone was in. Wow! You look great!"
Elizabeth suddenly realised that her husband's friend, James Reynolds was standing in front of her and staring at her with a look of wonderment on his face. She looked him over as well, swiftly, and quickly saw that wonderment wasn't the only thing he was feeling.
