Samantha J. happened to be in France over the weekend. She had wanted to get away and had almost waltzed across one teeny border and into a new country in that effortless EU way. It was the sales period, and she was determined to buy herself some new, fancy underwear. Her new beau deserved something stylish, lacy and preferably with as little left to the imagination as possible. And what better place but France, the land of the gorgeous lingerie line, Audace?
She had found a charming little B she heard sounds from the changing room he was standing in front of and assumed he had his partner in there.
Samantha J. walked into the empty room next to the one the man was standing in front of. She drew the curtain and lay the bits of Audace down on the deep red, velvet puff in a corner of the rather ample changing room. In front of her was a floor length mirror in a gorgeous gilt frame. With the golden light emanating from the small chandelier on the high ceiling, it set the mood to try the expensive bits of nothing she had chosen.
She hung her shoulder bag on one of the golden hooks set in a carved, gilt, wood piece, right above the little puff. On the wall in front of this was another mirror but half length, with the same gilt frame. So tastefully decorated, she thought. Then, she pulled her white sleeveless dress off in a smooth movement and hung it beside the bag.
Turning towards the full-length mirror, she looked critically at the body facing her. In front of her, she saw a rather slim, almost sporty body, dressed in a white, lacy bra and matching tanga. Her short, straight hair was cut in an expensive bob which favoured her heart-shaped face with its large hazel eyes, small nose and voluptuous lips. Going lower, she saw a generous bosom peeked out from the half cups; the nipples barely covered by the lace. She turned her body slightly to the side to inspect her bottom and heard a sharp breath.
Looking up slightly in Adana Yabancı Escort confusion, she saw that the curtain she had carelessly pulled to enclose the changing room, was gaping from one of the sides. Oh my, someone can see me, she thought. And another thought raced in, It’s that man standing outside!
Maybe it was the glow Samantha J. felt from the very satisfying fucking she’d had the previous day with her new lover; maybe it was the beautiful, sun shiny morning she had experienced or maybe it was simply the inherent satisfaction of her life and good health, but something sparked in Miss Jones.
Turning her body slightly more to afford the onlooker an even better look of her round bottom, she lifted her hands and cupped her lace covered breasts, pulling them upwards and together, making the channel between said breasts deeper and longer. She then pouted slightly for 5 seconds and then abandoning the pose, deliberately licked her lips, looking at the mirror; looking at the place where she was sure he could see her through the gap between the wall and the curtain.
She heard him clear his throat. She heard a feminine voice from the other side of the wall call out something enquiringly.
“I am fine, take your time,” she heard a deep baritone voice say from where she knew the man was standing.
With a shiver of delight and smiling slightly to herself, Samantha J. took out her lipstick from the bag and started to veeeery slowly re-apply it, pouting at herself, doing the perfect duckface. Once satisfied and feeling the expectancy from behind the curtain, she put it back in the bag and turned towards the underwear piled on the puff. Facing the blank wall where her belongings were hanging so that just her profile was visible in the full-length mirror, she reached over and slowly unhooked her bra while looking at the mirror. The curtain seemed to tremble.
She pouted slightly and ankara vip escort took her bra off, almost facing the curtain now, knowing he would just be able to see her back and almost bare butt in the mirror. Seemed she was covered in treacle for her movements were slow, oh so slow. She hung her bra on a hook next to the bag and turning towards the puff, bent down and looked at the mirror again. There was no sound, the air was still. Her breasts dangled tantalisingly, bare, the nipples erect in the cool air of the dressing room. I’m so naughty, she thought.
Smiling coquettishly, she reached out for a bra on the puff. It was the blue and green lace confection with small lotus flowers embroidered in gold thread. Facing the mirror and pretending total concentration, she fitted the cups around her breasts. Holding on to the wings, after a slight pause, and then looking at the mirror, she raised her eyebrows and backed into the gap in the curtain. Another sharp breath and panting, as a pair of hands reached out and hooked her bra. Very quickly, before anything else could happen, she moved forward and away.
The lady from the changing room next to hers said something. She heard the man respond and heard him move along the corridor and call out to the shop assistant. The shop assistant said something, there was silence and then she heard her.
“Here you go, monsieur,” the shop assistant said.
“Merci,” said the man, moving back along the corridor.
“Here, chérie,” he said, “here is next size.”
Samantha J. heard the movement of the curtain and a “Merci.”
She started to lower her tanga while staring at the mirror. With her thumb and forefinger on the waistband on either side, she slowly lowered the tanga. The white lace slid down her hips and went down the smooth skin of her mound of Venus, slowly revealing a neatly trimmed triangle of hair.
She heard him clearing his throat.
She adıyaman evi olan escort slid the tanga down her legs and, picking it up, flung it at the gap in the curtains and saw the flash of hands grabbing it. The tanga disappeared and she heard a deep breath. And smiled seductively and then winked her eyes at the mirror. Her left hand slid down her waist and hovered over her mound. It then slid up and down it, suggestively. she heard a strangled sound.
with hooded eyes and a small smile on her lips, she reached into the pile of lingerie, took the tanga matching the bra and just as slowly, slid it on and looked at herself. She looked good! As she had known, the dark blue and green set of her honey-toasted skin to perfection while the golden embroidery set off matching golden sparks in her eyes — sparks enhanced by the excitement she was feeling at having a total stranger look at her almost naked body in the dressing room of a lingerie shop.
She heard movement from the shop, then another outside the curtain and in the next instant, heard the shop assistant call through the curtain, “Madame, are you ok? Does the lingerie fit?”
The man must have moved back, for the shop assistant was right in front of the gap and yet unaware of it.
Samantha turned to the curtain and pulled it back, enough to see the assistant and give anyone standing behind her, a good look at the lacy confection barely covering her breasts.
“What do you think?” she asked coyly, müre to him than to her. She then let go of the damask and pirouetted to face the mirror.
“Ah, Madame, that looks beautiful on you,” the shop assistant, who had followed her in, said, admiration flooding her eyes. “But let me adjust those straps a bit,” she said, proceeding to do so, pulling Samantha’s breasts a bit higher in the process.
“Merci,” Samantha said, “I’m definitely buying this set.”
The assistant smiled and backed off, leaving Samantha alone in the curtained dressing room.
From the other side, she heard movement and the lady coming out while talking to her companion. She heard them move down the corridor.
Miss Samantha Jones smiled again and proceeded to try on the rest of the lingerie. She had lost a tanga but had had a delicious time.