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She walked past the shop again, the one she often browsed the vintage clothes through the window of but never went in because it never seemed open and had never displayed its hours. She stopped again. That dress. It was perfect. If only she could try it on but looking at the door…she almost gasped. The sign turned to open. At long last.She pushed the door open to the jangle of bells above her head and stepped timidly inside letting the door go and jumping as it closed more heavily than she had expected and then very quiet except the muffled sounds of the cars on the street outside. There was something strange about the shop. Almost a timeless quality. No, not timeless. As though it had closed its door in 1950 and stayed closed for 70 years, opening especially for her today. Racks of frocks along walls, fancy hats and fascinators displayed higher and almost out of reach, in one part stood rows of paired heels waiting for attention and, in lines through the middle, blouses and skirts and tops and accessories in myriad colours, all waiting to be gazed on and touched and oohed and ahhed over.”I may help you.” The voice had the slightest accent she couldn’t place. European, maybe French or Italian. What a peculiar thing to say. Not ‘May I help you?’ Not a question or offer but a statement and implying she may well not.”Oh yes, yes please…” Scanning the attractive woman who she could not place an age on for a name badge.”You may call me Madame. This is my shop.” That way of talking again. Giving permission.”Tha…thank you, Madame. It is a beautiful shop. I was wondering about the dress in the window. The black one with the white and red polka?”The shop owner nodded and looked over her customer for a moment. “Yes. I approve. It would almanbahis şikayet look well on you. Go back to the changing room and take off these.” A gesture at the skirt and blazer and blouse she wore to work. “I will get the dress. Quick quick. We don’t have all day.”She went back and found a slightly confined area of three walls and a curtain on a rail making the fourth, slipping past and noting a long ornate mirror on one wall and a chair in the corner reducing the space still further. Taking off her clothes one by one and carefully folding and placing on the chair, seeing her reflection in the mirror. By simple luck her black stockings and red suspender belt and black panties and red bra were perfect for the dress in the window. She closed her eyes for a moment and dreamed of wearing these and the dress and meeting someone and being taken to a glamorous hotel where people looked at her while they walked through the reception to the elevators and reaching the room and turning to have the fastenings undone and letting the dress fall to the floor and stunning whoever she was with by her beauty framed in red and black. Then she opened her eyes and sighed at her reflection in the mirror. She was dreaming. Running her hands over the fold of flesh which spilled over the garter belt, looking at the insides of her thighs and hating how they pressed together, turning a foot and feeling her legs swelled upwards rather than tapered down like the pictures of those perfect women she saw on her websites, turning more so she was almost facing away from the mirror and looking over her shoulder at her behind – too large. She felt like a pig… who would want to take her to a lavish hotel ever? It was at this moment that the shop owner almanbahis canlı casino drew the curtain back fully and she turned quickly, feeling examined which, indeed she was by an appraising eye.”Very beautiful.””Excuse me…I don’t understand.” She was already trying to breathe in and tensing muscles to draw in her stomach as much as she could, backing away so the stretched panties over her bottom would be less reflected in the mirror, hands and arms protectively over her body.”Very beautiful. Your lingerie.” The woman understood now – the underwear she chose so carefully for herself in anticipation of being seen but not her; of course not her.”Thank you.””And underneath. Of course underneath. That body. Such a beautiful body for such a beautiful lingerie. And now a beautiful dress. To cover the true beauty and slowly reveal to someone who deserves and will adore such sights.”The woman could not believe her ears. She felt that surely this elegant woman of indeterminate age, maybe in her forties or fifties but still with scarcely a flaw on her face or on her body from what could be noted. She tried to make an awkward joke, “I wish everyone felt that way! I could certainly lose a few poun…”The older woman leaned forward and placed a finger on her customer’s mouth, putting a stop to the self-deprecation. “You may not agree but you may not disagree with me. Do you not see it as I do? You are a beautiful woman and dressed as you should be. Like a gift. You should be unwrapped and stroked and explored and pinched and caressed and slapped. Your boyfriend should feel lucky to have such a bountiful treasure in his hands and in his bed.”She could only blush as she listened and that became deeper at the mention of a boyfriend, almanbahis casino her eyes looking anywhere but at the woman gently lecturing her with a finger on her lips. The shop owner noticed immediately.”So. No boyfriend. No man. Then that will be their loss, will it not?” Her voice becoming a little sterner, taking her finger away and a step back. “These though. These are ugly. These are not suitable at all for the dress or you. Take them off.” The woman looked down at the flats she always wore to work and slipped them off her feet one of which she used to shove them under the chair. “Good. Now these are the shoes for a dress like this and here is the dress. Put them on.”She waited a moment for the woman to draw the curtain and give her back her privacy but soon realised in the way the woman stood with a hand on one hip and stared at her that it was not to be which was confirmed by a “Quick. We do not have all day.” So she stepped into the dress and pulled it over her head and let it slip down over her body providing much wanted concealment and, even before she turned for the shop owner to do up the zip and brush aside her hair to fasten at the top, she knew it was a perfect fit as were the shoes. She felt for a brief moment like Cinderella as she looked at herself in the mirror before a hand clasped hers and led her out to a more open space in the shop itself.”Stand here. Stay still. Let me look at you. Yes. Very good. Almost perfect. Now lift the hem. More. Let us see your legs. Perfect. The way those heels accentuate those legs. Strong yet soft legs, the kind a lover will adore when they fuck you and you wrap around in your excitement. You have a body for…” lowering that accented voice as the woman stood with the hem of the dress at her knees, “…for fucking. Higher. Don’t make me wait. I must see to the tops of those stockings, the flesh, the red strips of the belt, the knickers and you know it. We must make sure everything is just so including you and your body.”

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