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 ï>¿My Dress Shop incident. by Deine Freundin



   I once went to a local dress shop to have them custom make an evening
clubbing dress for me. Jennifer, the proprietor and I went way back.  We
were members at the local tennis/fitness club. She agreed to make/design me
a "Little Black Dress" that would make men's head's turn (both of their
heads she joked).

   She told me to come by late one afternoon, as the store would be closed
and we would have some privacy. I wasn't sure why we needed
"privacy"...until she showed me her design. This was the skimpiest, tiniest
little dress I had ever seen.  I wasn't allowed to see the finished product
until the day I showed up.  She had the preliminary design sewn.  The
fabric was very stretchy, "a spandex-cotton blend that clung to your figure
like body paint", she informed me.

   After I arrived, Jan told me to go ahead and get undressed and meet her
in the back of the shop near the mirrors.  I proceeded to one of the
changing booths and disrobed to my bra and panties.  I had on one of the
sets that my husband had bought for me from a sexy catalog.  It was a
quarter cup push-up bra that squeezed my average sized boobs together to
give me more cleavage and left my boobs and nipples completely open...very
sexy!  The panties were the very high cut type that left half of your butt
cheeks hanging out.  They come up pretty high in the front so I had to be
clean shaven in order to wear them.

   As I exited the booth, Jen met me.  "Wowwie girlfriend, that is super
hot.  Bet hubby likes to see you in that, huh?"

   Even though we had seen each other without clothes on, on numerous
occasions while in the club, this was not a club setting.  I lightly
blushed, "Well, it used to, but it hasn't in quite some time", I responded
sadly.

   She told me to stand on the podium which was surrounded by several
mirrors at various angles.  Once I was on it, Jan brought out the dress. 
When she held it up and I looked at it a little closer, I was shocked.  It
looked like it was made for a young teen, not a full grown woman.  She saw
the concern on my face, "Don't you worry none Anna dear, this is not one of
those 95/5 % blends...this is a 60/40.  It will stretch quite a bit...and
then some.  But first, since I don't have the stitching completely tight
just yet, I need you to take those sexy undergarments off."

   "What!!...Right here?...In the middle of the store?!?", I questioned.

   "Oh come on Anna!  You're over exaggerating.  We're in the back of the
store!  Which happens to be closed up.  I took down the open sign just
after you came in.  Not to mention, I've seen you in your birthday suit so
many times, that I can point you out of a naked line-up by your pussy lips
and over sized nipples alone!", she said with laughter.

   Now I really felt my skin redden...not only on my cheeks, but almost all
over.  I knew she was right, so I unclasped my bra and freed my little
puppies.  I have always hated to keep them confined so.  I massaged them
gingerly and my nipples responded in kind.  When I lowered my panties, I
had to pull them out from between my protruding vaginal lips.  All my tight
fitting clothes tend to give me one helluffa camel toe.  Guess Jen was
right, she wouldn't have any trouble at all picking me out.

   Jennifer picked up my underwear and carried them to the booth where my
street clothes where located.  She told me, "To wait right there, I'll be
right back."

   Like, where was I going to go in my current state of undress?  I was
admiring my body in the mirror..."Not bad for a woman that has had two kids
(at that time)...My breasts had bounced back to their natural state, even
after nourishing two young babies.  I only had a few minor stretch marks on
my lower abdomen...hardly visible." Turning around to see how my backside
looked, I caught a glimpse of two young lads walking past the shop
window...I FROZE!  They just happened to look in after I stopped moving. 
Putting their faces up on the glass and placing their hands on the sides of
their eyes to shield the light, they were looking right at me.  The window
above the front door was open, so I was able to hear some of what they were
saying.

   "Holy shit!  Doesn't that mannequin look real?" "Yeah, but you can tell
it's not real, there is no hair on her pussy.  Everybody knows that they
don't have a hole down there." "I know that!  You jerk", one of them
punched the other on the arm.  Luckily, I had my leg nearer to them, raised
on my toes and by knee was bent a tad, blocking the view of my vaginal
opening.

   Just then Jennifer returned.  "So let's get this dress on you.  We have
to be very careful not to loosen the stitches.  If there doesn't need to be
any alterations, then I will double stitch everything."

   Whispering, I tried to let her know, "Shhh!  Jen....there are a couple
of guys looking through your store window at me."

   "I often wonder why they always make the mannequins have erect
nipples?", stated one lad. duffus!", the other one returned his friends
punch in the arm. They were laughing at their own comments, when they
spotted the store employee, my friend Jen, holding a tiny dress in her
arms. "Damn she's going to dress the store dummy in that little dress.

   I had not moved since I spotted them.  I was turned to my side.  My
right hand on the top of my backside.  My left hand flat against my
stomach.

   Jennifer laughed and whistled the tune from 'Snow White'...'Whistle
while we work'...."Oh my God girl, this is going to be so much fun!"

   "Jen...you can't do this!", I pleaded.  "Can't you just shoo them away,
or go over and close the blinds?...Please?!?!"

   "Oh, come on sweet cheeks.  Tell me you don't like this.  Hell, I can
smell your musk from here.  I'm even getting a little turned on myself."

   I'm still talking very quietly and not moving an inch, "Jennifer!  This
is wrong.  What if I run into those two out on the street and they
recognize me?"

   "Well then, I just have to do something about that, won't I?" She
grabbed a dark wig off a nearby mannequin and put it on my head.  After she
got that squared away, she proceeded to turn my around, with my backside to
the window.  Raising my hands into the air, she stood on the podium in
front of me.  Her cloth covered breasts rubbing up against my exposed
nipples.  Sending an electric shock through me, clear down to my ever
growing clit.  I could feel my lips begin to swell.  I guess my friend was
right, I was enjoying this.  I couldn't believe this was happening to me.

   With my arms raised, Jen slowly lifted the skimpy little dress and
placed it above my arms.  After opening it, she started to carefully pull
it down the length of my arms, down to my sensitive breasts.  When she
reached my nipples, she gently pinched them.  "You're such a bitch!", I
whispered to her..."and remember, 'Paybacks a Bitch!'"

   She just laughed and waved to the two voyeurs.  The two ducked down,
laughing.  Then stood again and continued watching, knowing they had been
spotted.  I guess they figured, there is nothing wrong with watching
someone put clothes on a "doll".  She continued to pull and tuck the
stretchy material down towards my ass.  Jennifer was now kneeling down and
had her face eye level to my crotch.  She started to blow on my exposed
lips.  The gentle breeze felt like little needles upon my outer petals.  My
clitoris twitched to and fro.  It took all my will power to not reach down
and frig myself to oblivion.  This was torture to the next level.  Damn I'm
going to get her back...one way or the other.

   After she fitted me with the dress, she lowered my arms, putting them at
my sides.  She turned me around, so I could now see the eyes glued on my
every curve.  The dress barely covered my crotch and ass cheeks.  On the
top, there was only two small spaghetti straps keeping the stretchy
material from rolling off my chest.  Jen, from behind, reached over my
shoulders and first grabbed one handful of my boobs and then the other. 
Pushing them into the proper position.  I watched the expression of the two
peeping toms change from amusement, to total bewilderment.  They were not
certain if they had just seen what they saw.  That store employee had just
readjusted the breasts of a plastic mannequin...But those tits moved!?!?

   One asked, "Did you just see that??...Is that a real person?...or are
they making mannequins life-like?" "Nah...No store would have love dolls as
mannequins....that woman is 'Real'!!!" "But she's not moving!" Then one of
the guys called out through the window.  "Hey lady!  Is that a mannequin or
a real woman?"

   Jennifer looked at the boys and slowly raised my arms.  I could feel the
material slide up on my thighs, exposing my sopping wet pussy.  I was
uncertain if they were able to see my protruding lips or not?...but with
what happened next, made the last question irrelevant.  After my arms were
pointing up to the ceiling, Jen carefully, slowly peeled off the skintight
dress.  With me facing the window, Jennifer finally got the dress
completely off of me.  Here I was completely nude, facing two strangers,
when she suddenly smacked my behind open handed really hard.  The force was
so strong it made me yelp and jump off the podium.  I reached around
rubbing my stinging behind.  Jumping up and down.  I could feel my tits
bounce with every jump.  Remembering that the two voyeurs now new that I
was indeed a 'real" woman.  I screamed some unpleasantries toward my friend
and the two pervs and ran into the changing booth.  I could still hear
Jennifer and the two guys laughing for some time after i entered my booth.

   After closing the curtain, I did, however, not get dressed right away. I
had some unfinished business to attend to first.