It has been getting a little cold just lately, I guess winter is finally on its way. The best thing about it turning cold is it gives me an excuse to go shopping for new clothes. The shops have been full of new winter tops and jackets for ages anyway, I'm surprised it's taken me this long to finally go and splurge! Not that I'm not a sensible shopper, I always like to have a good look around before I splash out.
Last Wednesday was my day off, and I spent a couple of hours going around Chester looking for a few new outfits. I stopped at Starbucks for lunch, I love their Paninis, and also ordered a Mochachino. I like to sit in the window so I can watch people as they go by, people watching is one of my favourite pastimes.
There was one guy who caught me looking at him as he passed, I wasn't really checking him out, I just like to see what people are wearing...I'm just nosey. About five minutes later he passed again, and once again he looked directly at me as he walked by. He looked to be in his mid fifties, and had a tanned look as if he had just been on holiday.
Well another five minutes passed and I was thinking about hitting the shops when I saw the same guy again, only this time he walked in and ordered a drink. He stood by the counter waiting for his drink, and then wandered over to where I was sat.
There were other places he could have gone to sit, but he asked if I minded if he joined me at my table. He had a southern American accent which I found a little bit sexy, so I told him it was fine for him to join me.
"My names Gene," he told me.
"Hannah," I replied.
As we talked it turned out he was from Florida and was visiting the U.K. on holiday, just travelling around and decided to come to Chester to see the old Tudor buildings and the Roman walls. He was taking a day off from sight-seeing to buy a few presents for his daughter.
"Can you recommend a few shops where I could find something for her?" he asked.
"Well if it's clothing you want I can show you if you like?" I replied.
"Sure, that would be great," he said smiling at me.
As he reached into his pocket to leave some money for a tip, I couldn't help but notice the bulge in his jeans. Either he had an erection or he was very well endowed!
I led him out of the cafe and we walked left down to the main street. There are plenty of shops to choose from, and I took him around a couple of the more exclusive stores. In the second shop he saw a pair of combat pants he liked, but was unsure about U.K. sizes.
"She is probably about the same as you, he said, but a little taller."
"Well I've lost a bit of weight over the summer, so I take a size 10 in these," I told him.
I thought for a second...I could use opportunity this to have a bit of fun.
"I can try them on if you like, let you see what they look like on?"
"Cool."
We wandered around to the fitting rooms. They are around a corner which is out of sight of the sales counter, and only have a curtain, not a door. As I pulled the curtain closed I left a small gap, not so it was obvious but enough to let him peek through if he wanted. I slipped my jeans down with my back to the curtain so he knew I couldn't see him if he was watching me.
As I pulled the combat pants up I turned around and just caught him turning away from the curtain. I stepped out of the fitting room as I fastened up the zip.
"What do you think," I asked, turning around so he could see them from the back.
His eyes went up and down my legs.
"Very nice, he said smiling, I'll take them."
We wandered around and he picked out a few more things for me to try. There was a gorgeous red dress, an expensive cashmere shrug and a very short denim skirt.
Walking back to the fitting room I decided to tease him a little more. Again I left the curtain open slightly and I stripped off to my underwear. I was wearing a white thong and a black wonderbra. If I had known this morning I would be teasing a guy more than 30 years older than myself I would have worn matching underwear!
I put the dress on, but we both agreed it didn't look good with my bra straps showing, so I stepped back into the fitting room and slipped the dress down to my waist and unfastened my bra. This time I didn't bother to close the curtain at all, but I did turn my back to him. With the dress back on I turned around and gave him a twirl.
"You look great," he said.
"Thanks, but your supposed to be looking at the dress," I laughed.
His gaze ran up and down my body, and lingered on my boobs.
"Not as impressive without my bra?" I asked.
He looked up, a serious expression on his face.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to stare," he apologised.
"It's okay, I don't mind, in fact I'm quite flattered."
Once again I turned my back to him and went to take the dress off, but I pretended to struggle with the zip.
"Could you unzip me?" I asked.
"Sure."
He stepped into the room with me and took hold of the zip. I pushed back into him as he pulled it down. I could feel the bulge in his pants...it felt huge. I was pretty sure he was getting hard. I turned to face him, standing there in just my thong, my breasts bare, my nipples hard from the thrill of it.
"Do you want it?" I asked him.
"Whhhat....?" he croaked, his eyes on my throbbing nipples.
"The dress, do you want it?."
"Oh err...yes."
I held it out to him. Next I put my bra and t-shirt back on. You could see the look of disappointment in his face. I almost felt sorry for him, but my teasing was getting the better of me, so much so that I could feel my pussy getting moist.
I picked up the skirt and stepped into it. It fit perfectly, but was very short.
"The only problem with a skirt this short is if someone is following you up a flight of stairs it can show everything," I explained. "Come closer while I stand on the chair and tell me what you can see."
Standing on the chair I placed my hands against the wall with my back to him. I bent slightly forward to give him a better view, sticking my bottom out.
"Well, what can you see?" I asked.
Just then a sales assistant came towards the fitting rooms, asking if we needed any help. I climbed down before she could see me on the chair.
"No we're okay," he told her.
She gave us both a suspicious look before walking away. I put the shrug on over my top, it fit nicely over my boobs, showing them off well.
"So what do you think, what are you going to get her?"
"I will take everything, but I would like you to keep the skirt for all your help."
"No I couldn't accept it, I have enjoyed helping you."
"I insist, but there is one condition, you have to keep it on now."
"Did it look that good?" I asked with a grin.
"Perfect," he said.
He walked to the till with our goods, and after a moment I followed him and asked the sales assistant if I could keep the skirt on and put my jeans in a bag. When we got outside I told him there was somewhere else I wanted to show him, but not to worry as it wouldn't cost him any more money. He gave me a confused look but agreed.
The thing about Chester is it is a very old city, and because of that there are lots of old passageways leading to places most tourists never see. I led Gene down one which I often use on a night out to cut through to my favourite bar. It twists and turns so I don't use it on dark nights as you are out of sight of the main streets, but that is exactly why I chose it now.
Stopping I turned to him and said, "You never answered my question Gene."
