I sat with my coffee, gazing out of the window at nothing; my thoughts were filled with my upcoming fortieth birthday. My thoughts seem to be fixated on what I had missed in those years, places not visited, offers not taken up, and chances not taken. Life had become lacking in excitement. Now on my second husband and with the current one not giving me enough of what I craved. Forty seemed to be near the end of my road.
Cheer up, I thought to myself. Shopping therapy will help. I leapt to my feet with renewed energy at the thought of a new outfit for my birthday party. I headed for the shower, the hot water and scented soap lifted my spirit as I washed myself. My fingers teasing my nipples and twisting the piercing on the right breast until they were both erect, with a hand drifting down her stomach, into the shaven area of my pussy. Starting with a circular movement of my fingers on my clitoris, and with one hand on the wall to support myself, I worked my fingers until my orgasm was reached, with the help of the showerhead.
"God! I need more sex!" I said aloud to myself.
I walked naked to the bedroom and stared at myself in the mirror, pretty good, I thought, still got the curves, not too much droop for a 36D and many have said I have a great ass. I was tempted to lie down and give myself some more relief but I wanted to get the right outfit for that day, today, and not have to think about it for the rest of the week. I got dressed in a skirt and blouse and headed off into town still undecided on exactly what I wanted. A new store had recently opened with more up market clothes than my regular stores so that would be my first stop.
"Good morning, feel free to look around." Said the young man, as soon as I entered the door.
"Thank you." I replied.
"Is there anything particular you are looking for, is it for an event?' He asked.
"Yes!"
I explained what the event was and he rushed off gathering various outfits from the racks, while I watched him. He look like he was mid twenties probably, a pretty boy, probably gay, but with an ass, that just made you want to take a bite out of it. His nametag said his name was Colin. He came back with about eight dresses.
"Let's start with these, are we looking for demure, elegant or hot?" he asked.
"Hot elegant." I replied, and we both laughed.
"Try these two first, I have another in mind, let me get that one." He said
I tried the first two but neither of them grabbed me, Colin agreed as he watched me move around wearing each one. He gave me another two to try on, one was close to being suitable but the color was wrong. He then gave me the one he had in mind and I went into the changing room to try it on, I liked it straightaway, black and sexy, but would Colin? I stepped out.
"Oh my, you look fabulous, it needs some attention but this is you."
"What does it need?" I asked.
"Your bra is making your breast look lumpy and you have VPL (visible panty line.) It's such a clingy material."
He suggested I take off my underwear and let him take another look I went back into the changing room and thinking this is some salesperson, he has me wanting to get his approval, then thinking to myself, well he is a pretty boy, and I do want his approval. I removed my underwear and stepped back out, doing a twirl for Colin. He came up behind me and stroked my ass.
"Much better, no visible, or line to feel." He said
I just stood there, not really believing he just did that, but at the same time my heart was pounding with excitement. I was still in a dream as he came around in front of me, and started to run his hand over my breasts and rub my nipples with his fingertips.
"Um! They do stick out when erect, and they are sizeable, you will need some more support. Let me find you a nice matching black underwear set. It's 36D, correct?"
"Yes." I stammered.
He returned after a few minutes and passed me some items telling me to put them on. I went back in the changing room and put on the smooth-line bra, the lacy boy short panties and the holdup stockings he included, all in black of course. I looked in the full-length mirror and thought I do look damn hot. I put the dress back on and stepped out for Collins inspection.
"Wow! What a winner, Do a twirl for me, lift the dress, and let me see how the panties and stockings look."
I lifted the dress without hesitation, keen to show him. I knew he could see my pussy through the virtually sheer panties, which excited me even more. He came towards me and put the flat of his hand on my stomach, fingers facing down, slid down under my new panties until his fingertips curled inside of me, I was trembling as he rubbed my clit.
"So soft and smooth, are you enjoying this, you are so wet?"
"Yes!" I said, hardly making a sound.
'Time to get sorted out, I will get a box for your purchases."
His fingers left my warmth and I dropped the front of the dress and walked back into the changing room, I removed the dress and the stockings and just sat there in my bra and panties, still shaking, not knowing what to make of it all it. A few moments later Colin came into the dressing room.
"Not ready yet, let me help you."
He reached around me unclipped the bra and carefully folded it and put it in a bag. He carefully inspected my nipple piercing and gave his approval. Then kneeling down in front of me he pulled my panties down my legs carefully removed them, folded them and put them on the side, Leaning forward his tongue started working its way into my pussy, I opened my legs to give him more room, grabbing his head I pulled him into me. I was savoring every lick, until I needed more.
"For God sake fuck me." I called out.