When Andy last saw her he was on a business trip to New York and she managed a exclusive lingerie store on Madison Avenue, one that sold ninety dollar panties and custom made merrywidows to the stars. He got a tip from a mutual friend that she worked there and stopped by after a particularly trying meeting with a potential investor from Canada. Still in his suit, his aftershave still tingling on his skin, he made it to the shop at 5 p.m.
The "closed" sign was already up. He took a quick look at the window display, which featured a very classy lace corset on a see-through torso mannequin against a backdrop of white silk. He peeked in the window and got a glimpse of her shapely ass in a plain wool skirt as she reached up to pull some camisoles off a shelf.
He had never seen Vicki wearing her day job clothes and toiling like a common shopkeep. Andy had never thought of her that way and it felt a little creepy to see such a beautiful, sexual creature reduced to teetering on the edge of a footstool folding lingerie meant for other people. Her curly brunette hair fell down to her shoulders, her curvaceous legs strained as she reached to a top shelf to put a camisole away.
He tapped on the glass, bending down to get a better view of her between the closed sign and the black drape that obscured the bottom half of the door.
"We're closed," she mouthed, her lips forming a scowl. When he knocked again, she jumped off the footstool and walked angrily to the door, her low-heeled pumps clacking so loudly on the floor, he heard the cadence outside. As she grabbed the keys from her blazer pocket, she saw him smile at her and wave. Her face relaxed and her sea blue eyes glistened with surprise.
"C'mon in, sweetie! I'm the only one here," she whispered." What a pleasant surprise! What brings you to New York?"
"Trying to get money for that horror film Todd wrote. Had to met with some potential assholes- I mean, investors." Andy was dressed no differently than the rich bastards who frequented her shop to buy lingerie for their 20-year-old mistresses. But the similarities ended with his stylish dark blue suit. His dark blonde hair, which normally hung halfway down his back, was tied tightly in a ponytail. His handsome, square-jawed face had taken in little too much sun and the tan accentuated the lines on his forehead and the cleft in his chin. "You look good. A little overdressed, though." He said before wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her. They indulged in a long, smooth French kiss that seemed to last forever. She broke away first, remembering that she had not locked the door after letting him in. "Wait! I gotta lock the door again. Don't want some customer to come barging in and get an eyeful."
"Umm. I should have guessed you'd work at a lingerie store. You get a lot of stuff for free?" Andy asked, fingering a silky bra on one of the mannequins.
"Well, every now and then. The store mannequins are my size so the owner lets me take the display garments home."
"That corset in the window would look hot on you."
"Want me to try it on?" she asked.
"I'd like that." He rubbed her shoulder. "Cause you are way overdressed now."
Vicki walked up to the display and unbuttoned the corset, so excited by the prospect of wearing it for Andy her hands trembled.
"I'll go to the dressing room."
"No, no. I'll help you put it on. You don't have to go into the dressing room. Do it here. It's New York. Who's gonna notice? You could run stark naked on the street and no one would bat an eyelash. It's rush hour."
Vicki glanced out the window. The display and the door drapery obstructed most of their bodies so Vicki relented. Most passers-by would get was a quick glimpse of breast. She could barely keep her mind on business. Andy moaned squeezing her butt, unzipping her skirt and moaning in delight as it dropped to the floor. She threw her blazer behind the counter, her blouse and bra followed, dangling on the edge of the counter til they fell into the wastebasket with all the day's packing peanuts and unneeded register tape.
"These stockings are beautiful," Andy murmured, "I love the color."
He rubbed his cheek against her sheer-stockinged legs. The sheer pink silk stockings were held up by velvet garters and rosebud shaped clips that smelled faintly of perfume Andy knelt and rubbed his face against her legs, going up, up til he arrived at her pink g string.
"Don't do that yet, naughty boy or I'll never get my corset on. You want to see me in my corset, right?"
"Yes m'am."
