Sheila circled the racks of purses, touching each one she found interesting. There were a few she liked, but she still hadn't found that special one she knew was here.
Somewhere.
She only needed to discover it. Everything seemed so bright and alive. The black handbag she carried began to vibrate in her hands.
"Hello," she said, holding the sleek little phone to her ear.
"Find a couple of sexy items and take them into the first dressing room. Be creative Rosa," Joshua said.
The line went dead.
Sheila made a few turns through the clothing racks nearby. She picked up a couple of sexy little bright-colored tops. They were the type of things she ordinarily wouldn't wear. He did say be creative.
She headed toward the dressing rooms. Just as she was passing the last rack, she impulsively snatched up a tiny black mini skirt as well.
What the hell. It's not like I have to buy them.
"Number four is open," a sexy blonde clerk said as Sheila approached. Her name tag read, CANDY. She smiled, looking at Sheila's choices of clothing.
"Thank you," Sheila Said, averting her eyes. Her cheeks felt hot.
Once inside the dressing room, she stood topless wearing only her panties and looked at herself in the dressing room mirror. She pulled the thin, red, strapped, tube-styled top over her head. After a few adjustments, the top was hugging her breasts snugly. Her hard nipples were clearly visible through the stretchy thin cloth.
Could I really wear such a thing in public?
The thought excited her.
Next, she took the tiny, short skirt from the clipped hanger and stepped through the waist. The skirt hugged her hips and bottom as she pulled it on.
She couldn't' t help but notice how sexy her belly button looked exposed between the two small garments. Her heart raced as she considered wearing this outfit outside of the dressing room.
She felt naked.
The phone vibrated in the purse, which was lying on the tiny wooden bench. She picked it up and said nothing.
"Very nice," Joshua's voice said.
"There' s not enough of it." Sheila released a stressed laugh.
Her breathing was heavy and came quick.
"Just enough," he challenged.
Sheila began entertaining thoughts of wearing the outfit in public. People would notice her then.
"I feel exposed." Sheila laughed nervously. "Naked. "
"You look sexy. "
"Thank you." Sheila couldn't help but smile at her reflection. Her heart beat heavily, quickly. "I don 't normally dress like this."
"Rosa Does. Take off your underwear."
"Okay."
Sheila didn't know what else to say, but she felt alive, excited. She was enjoying the attention. She craved it. The voice on the phone was giving her what she needed. She slipped her panties from beneath the tight skirt.
"I want you to reach under the bench. There you will find a small package. Get it please." Joshua waited.
Sheila dragged her hand along the bottom of the bench until her hand struck something. It was soft, wrapped in paper.
"I have it."
"Put them on."
Sheila carefully unwrapped the brown paper wrapper. Inside she found a pair of small black thong panties. The kind with only a string that went between her buns. She had always thought they would be uncomfortable, but this one had a bit more material and a small triangular front. The cloth that made up the front of the thong had something small stitched into them. It was a small, soft silicone ring.
"What are these?" she asked.
"A gift." Joshua waited briefly before he added, "Put them on."
Without responding, Sheila stepped into the new underwear and pulled them on. The strap slid up between her butt cheeks but wasn't as uncomfortable as she had expected.
"I have them on," she said in a timid voice.
"I know."
She was starting to get wet, excited. She had no idea how he could see her. She decided he must be watching her through the mirror or a hidden camera.
"There is a ring on the front. This is for your very abundant clit," Joshua said. He added no other explanation.
Sheila pulled the front of the black skirt up above the tiny underwear. The small ring was right over where her bud was located. The center was open. She didn't know if he meant for her to pull it through the ring, but her heart galloped, hoping so. She reached into her panties with shaking hands.
"Put your clit through it," Joshua directed.
Hearing him call her bud her clit, using a word she would never use for her part, was exciting to her, though she didn't know why.
Her fingers gripped her swelling bud and stroked it until it was engorged with blood and sticking out. She slid her hood back off the tiny head and pushed it through the ring. Her shiny round, little bud extended more than half an inch through the soft round opening. The panties fit snugly against Sheila's peach, holding her bud firmly.
She liked the sensation of the ring around her large bud. She looked at it in the mirror, holding her skirt up, turning slightly.
"Do I have it on right?" she asked.
"Yes," Joshua said quietly.
The ring around her bud suddenly tightened, gripping her snugly.
She sucked in a startled breath and looked down at her captive part. She reached for it instinctively. She inhaled a slow shuddering breath.
After several moments of silence, Joshua asked, "Are you going to buy the skirt and top you are wearing?"
"I haven't decided," she said nearly gasping.
Sheila stepped closer to the mirror, looking at her bud protruding from the panties. She felt sexy, alive, desired. The shiny head of her bud tingled in the cool air. For once, she liked her large bud.
"Buy them. Wear them out of the store. " Joshua said firmly.
"Okay."
No sooner had her answer left her lips and the ring encircling her bud began to vibrate, filling her with sensations that took Sheila's breath.
She inhaled sharply; shocks filled the nerve endings throughout her most intimate parts and radiated deep into her core. She reflexively reached for her swollen bud, squeezing it between her fingers.
In moments, Joshua had her so hot she was about to melt without even needing to be there. She fell back against the wall, Legs spread, bud erect, red, pulsing. She braced herself and dropped the phone onto the bench.
She shuddered.
"Cum for me, "Joshua ordered.
She tried to retrieve the phone to speak but the vibration increased in speed, causing a small groan to escape her lips instead.
His words caused a deep building wave to form inside of her, coming from a place that hadn't been touched or explored for far too long. A tsunami was building from some mysterious place where massive orgasms originate.
She would cum for Joshua. She couldn't stop if she wanted to. She gripped the bench with her free hand.
She stroked her vibrating bud and pushed the snug tank top up, exposing her breasts. She pulled her bud and nipples, stretching them and releasing them in turn. The fact that her nipples were sore didn't matter to her right now. She pulled them aggressively. A growl climbed from some primal and instinctive place buried in her animal side of humanity, and she came in a gripping frozen seizure.
She soaked the new panties in her wetness as she twisted in ecstasy.
Her nipples ached, the pain somehow stimulating her to higher plateaus. Her body bucked and thrashed in the trembling grips of orgasm. She didn't breathe for many moments. Her face twisted into unladylike expressions as she released what had been held captive for years. She rode wave after wave of pleasure.
The vibrating stopped.
Slowly, her breathing became less ragged, and she sat spent on the bench until finally she could speak.
She picked the smooth phone up and said in a near whisper, "I have to buy it now." She smiled and pulled the skirt down to cover her exposed and still swollen bud. "Some got on the skirt. A lot."
"I'll call again. Be ready. I have sent six more pairs of those to your house. Always wear them. There's a young clerk in line one who needs a friend."
The line went dead.
It wasn't a request, she noticed. It was more of an order from Joshua. She didn't care. He could order her to do whatever he wanted. Whomever her secret watcher was, it was more than she thought she had.
Everything had changed.
Sheila composed herself, pulled the tags from the items she wore and draped her drab conservative outfit over her arm. She could donate the old grey mare's clothing to goodwill or something. She needed an entirely new wardrobe. A new life. She wanted to become Rosa.
She needed it.
Once she had picked out more sexy clothes she entered the checkout line, tossed the tags for the top and skirt onto the counter, added the other items then smiled at the clerk in line one, a Goth looking redheaded young man with bright green eyes.
His eyes followed each movement of Sheila' s nipples against the thin cloth of her new top. Her nipples were far more visible through the sheer cloth than she had initially realized. Too late to do anything now; they were out. He seemed to like them. Yes, he clearly needed a friend.
I'm Rosa now.
What would Rosa do?
She pushed her round breasts out so he could appreciate them as much as he liked. She clearly had his attention. It was nice for a change.
His cheeks flushed red, more obvious due to his fair skin.
She could tell by his discomfort that he wasn't particularly handy with the ladies.
He cleared his throat, looked away, and began to scan the items.
"I don't mind, "Sheila said, trying to put him at ease.
"Mind what, Miss?"
Wow! He called me Miss!
Sheila usually got a Ma'am. She felt like a Miss, Miss Rosa.
"I don' t mind if you look." Sheila smiled. She couldn't stop herself. His discomfort was delicious. She was Rosa, Rosa wanted him to look.
The young man' s face turned dark red. He looked around. "The clothes look nice on you," he stammered awkwardly. He held the tags between his fingers and nodded to her to indicate what she was wearing.
"Thank you, Sweetie." Sheila placed her hand on her hip, turning slightly. She was having fun.
Take a nice long look.
Now, Jeremy 's eyes--According to his name tag--took in her firm breasts fully. His thin dress slacks were ill equipped to handle the erection beginning to stir inside them.
She could see by his blank stare that he was creating some fantasy for later jerk off sessions. Rosa would help him. Maybe he was alone, too.
"Would you mind helping me carry my things to my car?" Sheila fluttered her eyes, and shifted her hips, causing her breasts to sway from side to side, just a little.
"Yeah, no problem." Jeremy's eager voice cracked slightly.
Sheila could now clearly see the outline of an erection pressing the front of Jeremy's dress slacks while he was finishing her checkout. The material offered very little cover. He tried awkwardly to conceal it but was unable.
"Thank you, Jeremy."
Jeremy seemed stunned she knew his name.
She pointed to his name tag and smiled.
"My pleasure..." He awaited her name.
