Secret Pleasures, Good Girl

I've owned this lingerie shop for years; no one ever shops past eight at night. It is now eight-thirty and, I really need to change the hours of the shop. Tomorrow I will make a new sign showing the altered hours from closing at 10 PM to the new closing time at 8 PM. As I start the motions for closing the shop early I walk around the store picking up things people left behind. it disgusts me that people can actually leave garbage behind for others to clean up. As I stop to fix one of the items on display I look around the store one last time. It's my playground, my fantasy world. I have outfits and lingerie for every fantasy.

My passion in life was to design lingerie for every woman, every fantasy. As I pull the vacuum out I continue reminiscing. The store became my project when I realized I just couldn’t cut it with a sewing machine and had even a harder time finding the right buyers and the rest of the mumbo jumbo of the fashion world. Now I was in control, I bought private collections from designers, brought in only what appealed to me, and in turn what would appeal to my customers. I didn't want piles of lace and leather trash. I wanted specific outfits that screamed out a fantasy of their own. I refused to designate areas of my shop as all leather or all teddies. Everything was sporadic in design....making the customer look through every piece to see what her fantasy truly was. I felt most women who bought lingerie, picked out what they would wear by what was their favorite color or more important his favorite color. Men on the other hand if they felt comfortable found exactly what they wanted, to bring their fantasy to life.

Wrapping the cord of the vacuum around my arm I noticed that I could use some more pieces and outfits on the floor. The days sales had been great and the floor reflected the need for more merchandise. Storing the vacuum in the cleaning closet I walked through the stores small break room to my office. Grabbing up a file I continued through another door to a stock room. Sitting on a nearby stool I kicked off my shoes and opened the file. I had six shipments that had come in so far this week. Checking off the first one I went to the cartons that should hold apparel from one of my regular designers. I slid off the stool feeling my skirt slide up my bare thighs. Stretching slowly I rolled my shoulders forward trying to work a few of the tension kinks out of my neck.

Sighing I reached up to take down the carton I wanted. Pulling back folds of tissue I saw black shiny material right away. I smiled mischievously. I knew right away one specific client of mine would die if she saw this. Pulling the outfit out I found a patent leather cat suit.. Unlike your normal cat suit it had a hidden black zipper along the right hand side that ran from neck to toe. The suit had a buttery soft feel to it and along the sides ran small shiny silver spikes around a half inch in size. The front of the outfit had a suspicious looking loop built into it, turning the outfit I found that the bottom was missing. I realized that the thin piece of leather that was there would fall nicely between the curves of the models bare bottom. This outfit would look great on one of my models at one of the private shows we entertained once a month. I debated what to do. I decided to put the line up in my office, in the box and contact a model to preview the new design. I would invite my special client over to check out the outfit at the party. Pulling down the next carton I found average material thongs that would actually become transparent when gotten wet. The concept was ideal but I was not sure if I liked the material yet. I decided to test the material. Walking through the hall I went to the bathroom and wet the material. Sure enough I could see my fingers clearly through the material. Nice. I would try a few of these out on my floor, the fabric felt wonderful now that it was wet. Walking back to the back room I grabbed the third carton. Pulling out the tissue paper on top I found a variety of colors of lace underneath. "Not Great Packing job, that’s for sure” This carton was coming from a bulk distributor. I grabbed the first color that appealed to me, a deep blue that made you think of darkening skies and thunder. The material felt wonderful along my hand as I pulled out the piece. It was a simple teddy with nothing special to catch my attention. Looking deeper into the carton for garters or extras I found a smaller box that contained matching garters. Pulling one of the small packages out I tore into it. The garters were made of simple ribbons and lace with elastic. The only difference I could find was the small little fake gems that screamed out tacky. "Waste of great fabric" I tossed the blue teddy and the box of garter into the box. This shipment would never be in my store. I closed the box with tape and marked return to sender on the box. Picking up my file I made note of the shipment needing to be sent back. Using a stepladder I took down the fourth carton. As I opened it I realized it was a special order. All white made by a wonderfully talented man who was local. It was his latest bridal collection. I had to stock some things that made for wedding gifts, even if I felt like basic white did nothing for the mind but make you think of innocence at a not so innocent time. Pulling out the line I walked towards the sales floor. I knew this dealer, he had sent me a preview of this line and it would go directly out onto the floor. Sitting the box on the countertop nearest the cash register I walked back towards the back room to grab another file with the original preview and also the thongs. Looking up at the clock I saw the hour closing in on nine. I went to the electrical box and hit a few switches turning off most of the main lights while leaving a few of the secondary lights on for me to still work. Walking back to the store I pulled out the bridal line piece by piece. As i paired the pieces together to form the original outfits I danced slowly around the store. Grabbing a mannequin I started to put the first outfit on her. This outfit was made for a real woman, someone who had curves and generous areas. That was why I loved this dealer, he made clothing not only for fantasy and play, but for real women. I had mannequins in every size and started to pull the beautiful white penoir set onto its lifeless form. "Wow," as I looked around at the four previously lifeless mannequins I shuddered softly. This was perfect, absolutely great. I looked down at the remaining items on the counter. I couldn't figure out where they fit into. there was a corset, like the one pictured in one sketch, along with the sheerest white stockings I had ever seen. The tops had some kind of controlling fabric on them, and yet they did not have that thick ugly banding of material that most control top stockings have. The snaps on the corset were actually pearls, not dainty little pearls that fell off easy, as I had found out when one caught on the counter. But there was not any shoes or even the pair of beautifully decorated bikini panties shown in the picture. That was an oddity, I would have to call and find out if something wasn't shipped on accident. As I looked down at the picture, I couldn’t help but wonder what the corset would look like on a body form. Glancing around I noticed that I had used up most of my mannequins and only had partial mannequins leftover, with either just an upper body or leg mannequin I could never see the full effect. Then again without the panties and shoes I would not really know anyways. Biting my lip softly I thought about it...if this was a mistake and not a full outfit I could most likely just order another one of this outfit, I guess I could put it on just to see Max's latest creation.

Although I had yet to meet Max, he was an understanding kind of guy, he always would ship me whatever I needed as fast as he could get it to me, and sometimes he had them delivered by his own staff. It was great to do business with him. That made my mind up, as I stood towards one corner of the store I had the best mirrors in front of me, no one could see me outside and this way I could get a full body preview in almost 360 degree view. I slid my skirt down, tugging at the material as it stuck on my hips. It looked like I had gained some more hippage since I started that morning. Laughing at myself, I smiled knowing I would never be that slim perfect model my mother had wanted. I had curves and way too many.

Pushing the skirt to the side I looked at my underwear. You would think that the owner of a lingerie shop would throw away her older underwear. I was wearing bright pink panties that wouldn’t go with this outfit at all, glancing on the counter I saw white underwear that would do okay to improvise for the proper panties. I couldn't wait to see the real panties that the sketch showed. I pulled the white thong up my legs, noting that I had a tiny little scratch from the hook I had gotten caught on. Oh well, all in a days work I mustered as I pulled my blouse over my head. My breasts felt heavy and full to my aching shoulders. "Sometimes men just have all the luck," I thought. I stared at my pink bra as I unhooked the back, the satin cups stuck to my breasts for a moment before falling from my chest. throwing the bra on top of the skirt I looked into the mirror, wearing just panties I looked somewhat like a bad girl waiting for a good time. This thought made me smile, I told you white doesn’t ever work in my book. I picked up the corset and felt the bone along the sides. So confining, but yet it always drove me nuts. I loved the pressure of a good corset, the way it cups and holds your body so tight. Pressing in just right to keep you safely tucked in. I loved how this corset laced up, not with flimsy ribbons but with a tight white leather strap.

As I held my left breast up to place it into the corsets satin lined interior, I rubbed my fingertip along the underside of my nipple. Seeing my nipple harden, I could swear it went from being a light bubblegum pink to a deeper soaked in color, almost red and begging to be touched, licked, and tasted. My thighs quivered as my mind went on autopilot to a fantasy. Rubbing my other nipple I stared in the mirror as my nipples poked out, waiting for another touch. I caressed both my breasts softly before picking up the corset I had carelessly dropped. I needed sex; I knew it, my body begged for it.

Pulling the corset around my body I tried to tied it loosely. I new from experience if I wanted to bend to get the stockings on I would need it to be a little looser then I would normally wear a corset. Picking up the stockings I rolled them up and leaned over. I could hear the sounds of the street, the life outside the shop and on the main street. I pulled up the first stocking and then rolled the second. I loved the feeling of the first stocking already, like the corset it really felt like my second skin, holding me in just tight enough to feel wonderful pressure along my slim ankle, curving around my calf muscles and up to my thighs, where I admit I was softer then I would have liked to be. As I stretched the material over my second leg I continued to listen to the sounds of outside, a car door slamming. I could hear the noises from the bar down the street, faint music. I stood up and saw myself in the mirror; I looked so different from the woman a moment ago. I quickly ran over to the wall where I had shoes stocked behind one of the counters. Looking up and down the boxes I found the exact pair I wanted. pulling the box down I grabbed its contents and ran back to the mirror. Noting people walking in the street outside the shop, I smiled to myself. They wouldn’t notice me, even the man walking from the parking lot behind the bank would not have seen me with the lights so dim. If anything they would have just saw a movement. I placed each of the shoes on the ground. As I teetered on one foot while I slide my foot down into the first show I smiled. These shoes also fit me well. At 6 inches high they made me feel wonderful. I was an average five foot five, with these babies on I could reach the sky, or a tall mans lips just perfectly. licking my lips at the thought I pushed my other foot into the second shoe.

Wow, the world up here is so much nicer. I turned slightly in the mirror feeling myself change as I conjured up different fantasies for this outfit. Leaning my head back I imagined the feel of a mans arms around my waist, pulling me back against his body. Feeling his body hard and unforgiving against my back. Reaching back to slide my hand along his crotch. Cupping his hardness in my hand and knowing that my body, turns him on this much. Sighing softly I opened my eyes to try and tighten the corset a bit more, I could feel the fantasy developing in my mind, and see the effects it had on my body. My erect nipples pushed against the corset, my skin was flush with a tiny sheen of sweat along my neck. Pulling the corset up and shifting it a bit I started the hard work of tightening the corset. I heard the stores bells chime out as a customer entered. "I will be right there to help you, look around and see if you find anything you like," I automatically spit out. "Holy Shit," I cursed as I realized that I was standing almost naked in my shop and someone had just come in, glancing at the clock I noticed that it was Nine-thirty. Who the hell could be shopping at Nine-Thirty? It was rare anyone even came in the shop after seven let alone nine. "I'm Sorry we are closed I said as I felt more then saw the presence behind me." "You’re closed?" He said.

"Yes, I well I must have forgotten to lock the door," I replied. Great just my luck caught in my shop without my clothes in the night, when I should be open and even better its a man. A good-looking man. Geez I thought.

"Oh, well the sign outside said you would be open until Ten, it is Friday right?" he asked

"Well yes, it is Friday, its just I am changing the hours of the shop, no one ever shops this late." I informed him

"I shop this late, in fact I think I see something Id like to have, do you normally wear the clothing your selling, or is this like a special occasion?"

"Well I don't, yes this was a special occasion. I was trying on this new design to see how it would look, since I had nothing else to put it on."

"Well if that’s something your not sure of, I can see why I liked everything else I've seen in the shop, how much is it?"

"Its not for sale really, its just a prototype kind of" I could see his eyes traveling up and down my body, I felt the rush of liquid heat straight down to my toes, but my body only soaked in one area, between my thighs. I continued,.” I am so sorry to have caused you any inconvenience, if you uhm want something I guess I could get it for you but your welcome to come back at another day if you would rather. While you look around I think I will change."

"Well don’t change on my account, men would shop here all the time if they knew the help walked around in the product."

"I am not the help, I own the store and we don't dress up normally..."

"Maybe you should, dressing up can be a lot of fun" He smiled as he looked over her body, she was a mans fantasy. All white a vision, dark black hair floating down her back, she looked like a woman who could make you beg to touch her and yet she would beg for every inch of your cock as you slipped into her body. He could feel his cock shifting slowly. Watching her was turning him on more then anything he had ever seen. He wasn't a pervert and he rarely looked at naked women outside of his bedroom, but this woman, this fantasy was totally blowing his mind. He thought of her with sweet little pig tails or even a braid down her back.... then he realized her hair flowing would be even better. Something he could drive his hands into as he plunged deeper and harder into his body. His breathing changing pulled him out of his fantasy. She was staring hard at his crotch. Looking down he could see his erection clearly outline by the dark fabric of his slacks. Coughing he looked to her face.

Pulling her gaze away from his crotch she wondered what was going through his mind, her body was on fire with the ideas. Her nipples were on fire and they ached so much it hurt. Biting her lip she walked across the room. She noted his gaze followed her. Walking behind the counter she tried to look as professional as possible as she pushed the cartons and empty tissue paper under the storage counter. "Well what could I help you with, since your already here," she smiled and tried to get her mind out of the fantasies playing in her head. Seeing him struggle to find words she giggled softly.

Raising an eyebrow at her giggle, "You must know that you evoke all kinds of ideas with statements like, How can I help you or do you see anything you like?" I think we have already both noticed that I like what I see, walking over to her he leaned against the counter" I like what I see a lot. Reaching across the counter he took her hand in his and pulled her slowly from around the counter. Her expression showed slight concern but interest. He pushed forward and placed her palm on his crotch. "Do you like what you feel?" he rasped as her hand partially cupped his erection. His cock was throbbing now, if he didnt unzip his pants soon he was afraid he would be damaged forever.

"Let me lock the door," reaching under the cash register she pulled out a key attached to a ribbon, walking slowly on the heels without tripping she locked the door with a click of the key. Oh my god, what am I doing, I just locked myself inside my shop with a man whom I don't know except that he has the largest erection I've ever felt, which doesn’t say much, but oh my am I wet. Geez girl if your thinking about screwing around in your shop with a stranger who you might never see ....her mind stopped as she thought of the possibilities, her shop with all its fantasy wear, a stranger who wouldn't judge her. Her body shivered as she glanced back to the counter, he was watching her walk back to him, his pants unzipped already, although nothing else was removed. His eyes questioned her.

She was rethinking the whole situations. She is nervous, he thought. Looking down her body he shook his head as he almost came in his pants. Her panties, they ....they changed. She wasn’t wearing the white panties she had on when he entered, that was impossible he thought. Although in front of him he could see that her panties indeed had changed, they showed every pink inch of flesh to his gaze. He could tell her pussy was shaved close and extremely wet as she glanced down at herself.

"Oh," she gasped as she noted the fact that her panties had gotten so soaked that they had disappeared. Groaning she looked at the carton behind the counter, "They are a new item, they uhm disappear when you soak them in water or get them wet"

"Well since I don’t see a pool around here, you must have gotten them wet on your own" he smiled as he pulled her close to him and leaned down to touch his lips against her mouth. She tasted of spiciness, her body quivered as he pulled her closer sliding his tongue inside her mouth he groaned softly. Her body pressed against his tightly. "Baby, you need to tell me now, if this isn't what you want, cause I gotta be honest, my body does," he emphasized his point by pressing his erection against her thigh. Running his fingers through her hair he let his hands get loss in the thickness of her hair. It fell past her shoulders and halfway down her back, a curl was running over her shoulder against her neck and he leaned down to kiss her neck while brushing it aside with his lips.

"Its what I want, with conditions." she gasped as his tongue flicked out against her neck. "I want it more then once, more then just normal sex...I want to try things..." she cried out as his body jerked and turned and she found herself sitting on the counter with his body between her legs as he ground himself against herself. "Yess....please...I its been so long...I need to feel....." she reached down between their bodies and grabbed at his slacks...pulling the material down she heard him intake his breath and try to calm himself. Smiling she shivered in sheer feminine power, this man felt he needed to control himself because of her, as his erection came into view, she realized how much he desired her. Taking her hand she slid it beneath the elastic band of his briefs...looking up she watched his eyes darken as her fingers found him. His cock was hard and smooth against her palm. She could see his desire in his eyes and feel its power beneath her fingers. As she allowed her fingers to encircle his cock she leaned her head back and closed her eyes, imagining the possibilities.