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Skirt
by Lord Malinov (malinov@mindless.com)
***
Buying clothes can be fun with the right people around.
What would you do if you heard nefarious sounds coming
from the next changing room over? (MF)
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"I'm so tired of winter," Laura said to herself, rubbing
a red fleece jacket between thumb and finger. A wry
smile tickled her face as she let a warm spring thought
pass by. Laura turned slightly and pushed her way
between two overstuffed racks of blouses to reach a
thick ring of hanging slacks. Pushing hard on the loops
of stiff wire, Laura opened a short space and began
flipping the thin strips of black, grey, blue and tan
past her hand, continuing her constant hunt for
something.
She lifted a pair of pants, royal blue cotton size
eight, and then held it beside her hips. Laura hooked
the hanger over her finger and resumed flipping
dexterously through the garments. Another pair made the
transition to her finger, and then another. Laura
sighed, wondering if she shouldn't have gone to look at
furniture instead. "I don't really need pants," she
thought.
A flip of brown tweed revealed a black skirt, out of
place. Laura pulled back the fabric to check the size
and then lifted the skirt. "Isn't that cute," she
thought and then frowned. "Where could I wear it?" She
held it to her waist. "Short," she smiled, "with my blue
silk blouse and some dark stockings." Laura's face grew
serious and she looked around. "About five years ago,
maybe."
She imagined feeling the heat of Tom's glare as he
ridiculed her for trying to act younger than she was and
started to put the skirt back. "Honestly, Laura," she
said to herself, "he's never done that." She hooked the
skirt's hanger onto her finger and looked around the
clothed walls to find the fitting room.
Weaving her way between overstuffed racks, Laura finally
reached the back corner of the department and looked
around for some guidance. Walking past a large mound of
unfolded clothes and a box overflowing with clear
plastic hangers, she pulled the knob of a white slatted
door. Laura stepped into the empty square space and
tossed her purse and shopping bag on a upholstered box
bench. Hanging up her goods, she closed the door.
A large mirror filled the wall. Laura smiled at her
reflection as she took off her coat and hung it beside
the pants and black skirt. "I still look good," she
thought, turning her hips slightly to study the feminine
curves of her body.
Watching herself, Laura unbuckled the small brass buckle
and unclasped her pants. The beige fabric slid down her
thighs and fell into folds at her feet. Lifting up the
slacks with her toe, Laura folded and then laid them
over her purse. She took another glance at herself in
the mirror as she loosened the hug of her cream lace
panties. Laura smiled, shyly.
"Come here," she heard a younger woman say in a
deliberate but hushed voice. Laura looked back at the
still closed door. "C'mon," the girl said, slightly
exasperated. Laura looked up to realize the walls ended
at about eight feet, leaving four more between the
cubicle top and the ceiling. Laura reached for the royal
blue pants and began to step into them. Another door
clicked shut.
"Sit down," the girl said. Laura closed the waist of the
pants and turned to see her bottom in the mirror.
"C'mon," said the voice from behind the glass. Laura
stroked the fabric down the back of her thigh. The pants
hung shapelessly.
"Am I going to get in trouble?" a deeper voice asked.
Laura opened her mouth, astonished.
"She's got a guy in there," Laura thought, smiling at
her reflection in the mirror.
"Yes, you are," teased the girl. "Now sit down. I've got
to pick out something for Jack's party. This is easier
and they don't care."
Laura slipped off the royal blues and tossed them toward
the corner. Pulling a grey pair from the hanger, she
leaned over to step into them.
"This is sexy," the man said. Laura grinned as she
pulled on the pants. "You look great."
"You like?" the girl asked. "Let me put on a dress now."
Laura turned to look at the pants in the mirror,
grinning. "These look pretty good," she thought. She
turned and stood on her toes, pressing the fabric over
her bottom. "Nice," she thought.
"What do you think?" the girl asked.
"That's great," the deeper voice replied.
Laura turned again, trying to decide. "The sweater
clashes," she thought and pulled the brown wool over her
head. She shook slightly with a sudden chill, jiggling
the creamy flesh of her full breasts in their lace
encasement.
"I like that a lot," he said. The girl squealed softly.
"Sit down and let me try another one," she ordered.
Laura nodded to herself and took off the grey pants. "If
you don't sit down, I'm going to scream for help."
"I'll tell them you dragged me in here."
"Who do you think they'll believe?" she asked gaily.
"The big brute or the naked girl?"
"Depends on the jury," he said, his voice low, almost
threatening.
Laura took down the skirt and stepped into it. The
fabric squeezed her hips tightly as she shimmied the
black cylinder up toward her waist. She wiggled as she
worked into the snug hold. "I can't," Laura thought,
grinning lewdly. "They're indecent."
"Wow," the man said. "You look great."
"You like?" she asked.
"Wow," he repeated.
Laura turned to look at herself from behind. "Naughty,"
she thought.
She bent a little at the waist and caught a glimpse of
her panties.
"Tom would just die."
"Scott," the girl said, the words emphatic and muffled.
"What are you...?"
Raising a curious eyebrow, Laura paused. She stood still
and stared breathlessly at her own smiling reflection,
waiting as the sound of restless motion behind the
mirror grew serious. Listening attentively, Laura
watched as her nipples tightened beneath the cream lace
of her bra.
"Wait," the girl said. "Let me get...." Her words were
interrupted by another jostling and the clang of a
hanger.
"There," he said. "Now just...." The girl moaned
sharply. Laura watched herself as she unconsciously
lifted the hem of the black skirt and gently touched the
crotch of her panties.
"Damn, Scott," the girl said between breaths, "your dick
is so fucking big." Laura whimpered and pushed her
fingers underneath the cream lace.
"You like that, don't you" he growled. "You like my big
dick?"
"Yes," the girl said, emphatically. "Give it to me."
Laura rubbed herself furiously, watching herself in the
mirror, listening as flesh began to slap flesh in a
steady rhythm. Laura opened her mouth as the electric
shocks of excitement rippled through her and she felt
her knees go weak.
"Damn," the girl said, "fuck."
Laura pulled the black skirt up to her waist and pushed
her panties down her thighs. Turning, she leaned back
against the mirror, pushing her bare ass against the
glass. The wall shuddered slightly with each fleshy
smack from beyond. Feeling their fuck bouncing steadily
against her, excitement poured from Laura's pussy,
drenching her diddling fingers.
"Oh God," the girl moaned, "give me that cock."
"Give me that cock," Laura whispered.
"Aargh," bellowed the man and the rhythm of his blows
intensified and then broke. Laura breathed deeply, on
fire with her excitement. The other room quieted with
gentle murmurs and kisses and lightly squealed 'oohs'.
Laura closed her eyes and finally pushed herself
forward. Hiking up her panties, she smiled to see the
half-moon imprint of her bottom on the glass. A shudder
coursed her body, leaving Laura smiling wickedly.
She watched her reflection as she danced a few
provocative turns in the tight, short skirt. "Too
naughty," Laura said softly and peeling off the skirt,
she quickly dressed and left, leaving the navy blues and
fashionable greys in a heap in the corner of the room.
The clerk at the register, a young dark haired woman,
stood behind the counter folding sweaters. Laura plopped
the black skirt down with a delighted smile.
"I am so tired of winter," the clerk said, pushing aside
the pile of thick knitted wool.
"I think spring will be here soon," said Laura,
dreamily.
"Did you find everything you need?" asked the clerk.
"Absolutely not," said Laura, almost laughing, "but I
have a good start."
"We have some new blazers on sale." The clerk folded the
black skirt and found the price tag.
"Nope," said Laura. "I've got more casual shopping in
mind."
"Can I put this on your Hechts card?"
"Sure," said Laura, suddenly distracted as a couple
walked past the register. Her eyes fixed on the bulging
crotch of the young man's jeans. "I'll take one of
those," Laura said, almost to herself. The clerk
smirked.
"I think we're out, but I can order one for you," the
clerk said, her voice low. They laughed.
"What I really need is some new lingerie," said Laura.
"Ours is upstairs, to the right. If you want something,
you know, spicy, go up to Rudolph's on the top floor
over by Lechters. They have great stuff." The clerk
winked.
"Yes," said Laura. "I think spring is on the way." She
signed the draft and took her package. "Upstairs?"
"By Lechters and The Movie House."
"Thanks," said Laura. Walking saucily down the wide
aisle, she stopped to feel the fabric of a low cut black
blouse. "Maybe I should try this on," Laura said,
laughing to herself.
END
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