Going Public Ch. 2
Keywords: Going, Public, Ch., 2,
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Exhilarated. Abashed. Aroused. Lordy, yes, aroused. I hardly knew what I was putting on. Completely forgot my bra and panties.
Taking a deep breath, which did nothing to calm my thumping heart, I stepped out of the dressing room, moving in front of the mirrors under the saleslady"s appraising eye.
The skirt was a dark, almost black, maroon with a satin lining more lightly shaded which whispered with my legs as I walked. The waistband was high, crossing at my navel so the material hugged the full curve of my hips and lay smooth across the flat of my tummy before being drawn into a slight flare by the slit than ran off-center all the way down to the hem, just inches above my knees. The top she had given was a modest, long-sleeved blouse with tapering side panels made of a light, creamy green silk that set my black hair to glowing. I had to admit that the outfit was beautiful.
The silk blouse was not in the least transparent, though, and the skirt covered my thighs entirely. "Helen must have a prudish idea of sexy clothing," I thought. Then I twisted my torso at the waist to get half a side view, and the silk blouse pulled close, conforming to every slope and uplift of my breast.
It was an amazing effect. You couldn"t see my tits at all, not like through a sheer fabric; but I felt naked - only more so because the silk caught the light wonderfully to create scintillating highlights that accentuated the finest detail of my breasts - the slight lift of flesh where my aureoles began, the dimple at the very tip of my nipples.
The material glided over my skin with a feathery touch as I twisted one way and the other. Need I say how excited it made me? Each caress of the fabric was a shivering thrill that tightened the skin around my nipples as they came erect. Warmth was spreading in my groin as well. God, I should have wiped myself while I was in the dressing room. I felt a dribble escape onto my inner thigh.
"I think it is beautiful on you," smiled the saleslady... Helen, I remembered. She stepped up behind me and began adjusting the fall of the blouse with precise tugs at the shoulders. Tiny cascades of shimmering fabric rippled across my breasts, titillating my nipples. There was no hope of disguising their hardness. They stood out like the round doorbell ringers you find on old houses, plump bulbs with their protruding button in the center.
"And still sexy, don"t you think?" she continued. "See how the slit allows just a glimpse of your leg when you move, while the flash of satin lining is enticing, almost like getting a peek of underwear."
"Uh, well..." I took a few steps in front of the mirrors. A bit of skin did show when I walked, but it didn"t seem very revealing. "It"s a bit too long, I think."
"Too long for what?"
What was I supposed to say? I suspected she knew perfectly well what for. She had paused in her fine adjustments at my clothes to gaze up at me with calm, expectant confidence. Well, being shy wasn"t exactly getting off in the right direction if I was going to do this.
"Too long for showing myself," I said finally, holding my breath as I tried to avoid her eyes, which wasn"t easy as I was several inches taller even without shoes on.
"If want to show off your pussy to strangers, this skirt with the slit is perfect," she said smoothly, the perfect salesperson. "My dress is much longer than that skirt and I"d have no trouble at all exposing myself."
I must have looked dubious. Or maybe I looked eager. I know I looked at her - well, stared - at her hips and the folds of fabric between her legs, suddenly acutely aware of what was hidden beneath.
"See, you can hold your skirt at the hips like this," she said, pinching just a bit of the fabric between her fingertips. "That way, you can guide your hemline over your knees or thighs. Then squat down like you"re taking a pee in the woods. Slowly, though, so the back of your skirt falls behind your heels. It"ll ruin the view if it gets trapped between your thighs and calves."
She demonstrated the maneuver, moving with exaggerated slowness as I watched. Her dress fell away just like she"d promised. Even standing, I could see right up her skirt, her creamy inner thighs and the triangle of satin-white where her panties stretched over her mound. There was a little furrow in her panties at her vulva, mesmerizing me. I blinked as she stood up.
"Show me again..." I looked at her hesitantly. "I mean, how do you do that?" I added, backtracking.
She smiled and dipped down again. This time she stayed in her exposed position much longer, and I was eating it up.
"And with your hands at the bend in your hips, you can also pull at your panties." As she spoke, her leg parted a bit more and the edge of her underwear was pulled back to reveal soft pubic hair curling over a puffy fold of white skin. "See?" The edge of her panties slipped further over and bit down into her slit where I could see her pink inner flesh.
"I... I don't have any underwear on."
"Mmmm," she murmured as she stood up. "That isn't exactly a problem now is it? Let"s see you try it."
I took a bit of fabric between my fingertips as she had instructed, and with eyes glued on my crotch in the mirror, I squatted with my knees well apart. The slit in my skirt fell away to the sides, baring the top of my thighs while the inside of my legs drew a line straight to my pussy, a glorious display of glistening flesh - petalled vulva unfolding around rippling red skin at my hole, crowned by my popping clit.
My heels dug into my ass cheeks as I sank down, tugging the skin around my rectum tight as I wobbled on their unsteady support, intensifying the feeling of exposed vulnerability. I would need practice to learn balancing myself in this position.
That low to the ground, I could see beneath the racks of clothes behind me. Shoes. A pair of navy pumps with slender ankles and shins climbing out of them. Helen wasn"t my only audience, I realized with a flush of excitement. I opened my legs further to widen the view - or tried to. The shift in position tumbled me back onto the floor where I laid knees up, resting on my elbows. I let the weight of my legs drag them apart, wanting to ask the hidden woman if she could see me now, see my pussy stretched and hungry.
"Sweetie," whispered Helen, "you are absolutely gushing."
And I was. Wet like a drowning eel. In the mounting heat of arousal, I always cooked up an abundant overflow; and when I came, I"d boil over with an even bigger flood, leaving large wet spots on the bed after I masturbated. I hadn"t touched myself, but oh, yes, I was terribly excited. I peered into the mirrors between my spread knees. Drops were collecting in the folds of my labia, dripping onto the carpet.
"It"s big, isn"t it?" I commented, to myself as much as to Helen.
"It's luscious," she replied. "I can see now why you want to show it off."
There was a long moment of silence. Her gazing at my pussy, me watching her - until her hand trailed down my inner thigh to gently trace her finger across my vulva. That just lit up my clit. My breath caught sharply, and there was an echoing gasp from the rack behind me.
Helen"s glance went to the rack behind me and stuck there a moment. Obviously, she had discovered our not-so-quiet observer. I pleaded with her silently to look back at me, locked my eyes on her face with an intense craving for her attention. Her finger flicked lightly over my clit as she returned to me with a pleased expression.
"How big is it?"
I grinned. "Huge."
"Big enough for this finger to go in?" Helen held up her index finger, her long, polished nail catching the fluorescent light before she slipped it into my pussy. "Or two?" she added, inserting a second finger.
"Big enough for all of them..." I pulled my knees back to my shoulders, lifting my ass off the floor and giving her full access to my pussy.
Helen wasted no time taking advantage of my position. Now with four fingers in me to the second knuckle, she scooped her fingers around the rim of my hole, pulling down against my perineum and to each side. Round and round, slathering the juices around my cunt and coating her fingers. My crotch was a gaping hole of pink and swollen flesh, drenched and sounding sloppy as she opened me up.
"Fuck me with your hand," I rasped. I tugged harder on my legs to pull them further apart. "Shove your fist up my cunt."
God, I almost screamed with that mounting, aching desire. I rocked my hips forward, trying to push myself onto her hand.
She brought all her fingers together at a point with her thumb tucked under her palm, making her hand into arrowhead shape. She rubbed the end of her fingers around my hole before pressing into me. Tentatively at first, she plunged her fingers in and out slowly, always stopping when her top knuckles began pressing against the sides of my hole. Just where her hand bulged widest, just when my cunt was getting stretched, she pulled back.
I hooked my elbows behind my knees, holding myself up and forward to see into the mirrors better. With each thrust of her hand, my vulva would tighten and dive in after her fingers. Under the rack, the shoes had become two bare knees and one hand splayed out in front. "Where was the other hand?" I wondered, spurring my hunger.
"Deeper," I growled. "Fill my pussy."
She eased her fingers in, met increasing resistance, and then pressed her knuckles hard against my opening. With a rush of fullness, her hand plunged past the constricting muscles of my vagina. I winced as her long fingers pushed deeper into me, a small yelp escaping my lips.
"Does it hurt?" she asked.
I shook my head. "Just your nails... poking me..."
She balled her hand into a fist to sheath the nails, forcing her knuckles even harder against the walls of my vagina. It drew a hissing intake of breath from me as her tightening fist grew inside me.
"I think I see something," she said.
"Really?"
"Yes. I'm sure. The curtains in room......"She glanced over at the room plan on the night table.
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Keywords: Going, Public, Ch., 2,