I had always enjoyed boot fairs, looking out for the bargains you hear about on TV the old cracked pot bought for a pound but worth millions. It never happens though but I did find nice bits and pieces for my own shop selling a huge assortment of interesting items, from collectables to bric a brac, if I thought it would make money I would buy it.
I had found a small assortment of old lunch boxes, comic heroes mainly they always sold well, while I was looking them over I saw a small box down below the lunch boxes, it looked to be handmade, about 6 inches long 4 inches wide and one inch thick. What caught my attention was the material it was made from, I had been doing this for years but I didn't recognise the metal, it was light like aluminium but had a pale golden shine, maybe a coating of some kind I thought, as I turned it in my hand I could find no seam so maybe not a box, there were faintly etched patterns on one side radiating out from a small circle.
I had no clue what it was but I asked the old man behind the stall how much for the whole thing, six lunch boxes and the metal whatever it was, we agreed on a figure that I was more than happy with and I walked away with the small assortment looking for my next bargain.
Over the next few weeks I was out a lot, boot fairs being a summer thing I didn't want to miss any of the large ones as I needed enough stock to carry me through the winter, most of what I bought was stored in the back rooms of my shop waiting to be cleaned up, valued and put out on the shelves.
One day a few months later I re discovered the small metal box, after cleaning up the lunch boxes I picked up the metal object. I still couldn't see any way it opened nor could I work out what it could be, my fingers were gently tracing the patterns when I heard a faint click and a small button rose up from the centre of the design. Again I turned the object over in my hand, nothing else had changed just the small circular button now sticking up I marvelled at the precision as there was no apparent seam between the button and its surrounding.
Deciding that there was only one use for a button I pushed it, nothing happened it just stayed in flat once again appearing as just a part of the etched design. I heard the bell above the shop door ring so went out to see if I could be of any help, there were two girls maybe in their early 20's walking up and down the aisles. I offered my assistance but they responded that they were only looking. I told them to just call if they needed anything and sat down in my chair behind the counter.
I watched the two girls one wearing black leggings and a cropped top, the other one was wearing a very short skirt and blouse, from my vantage point I watched as she squatted to look at something on the bottom shelf, I had a fantastic view up her skirt and could see the pale yellow of her panties clearly.
With her knees parted I silently cursed wishing that she had not worn such sensible panties that day, the box in my hand throbbed and was suddenly warm, I glanced down to see a dull glow from the intricate etched pattern, within a fraction of a second the warmth and glow had gone and the box returned to how it was before. I shook my head wondering if I had imagined it. I looked back up towards the girls, the one squatting had picked up some old post cards, black and white Victorian seaside pictures and she was leafing through the box looking at each one, as she twisted back to her previous position I saw that her very sensible panties had been replaced by a tiny thong of the same pale yellow colour, the thin string parting her fleshy pussy lips and leaving very little to the imagination.
My mind was a whirl, when had she changed her panties, I only looked away for a second and she hadn't appeared to have moved. Maybe she was one of those exhibitionists I had read about, maybe she would take off all of her clothes, maybe she would come over to me with her friend and show me just how dirty she could be, all these thoughts flew through my whirling mind in a split second as I tried to understand what was happening. I again felt the throb and warmth from the small metal object, I looked down to see the intricate patterns were again glowing, brighter this time before again fading to nothing.
