It had been a terribly long and tiresome day of shopping at the mall, trying to take care of all of the Christmas presents that I had left 'til the last minute. Having just hauled all the packages out to my car, I decided impetuously that I too deserved a present for myself, so I headed back into the mall with only a half hour to go until closing time. As I walked from the car to the shopper's entrance, a few light snowflakes dusted my jacket and tickled my nose... it was the first snow of the year, just in time for the big day. Anyway, I decided to head straight for the Victoria's Secret shop, where I knew I'd find some seductive and slinky lingerie and nightgowns that would keep me warm in bed at night, one way or another (if you know what I mean).
With only a couple of days to go until the big event, the mall had been jam-packed with crazed consumers. But now, as the minutes ticked away toward the end of the day, the stores were emptying, and I had to fight my way against the stream of traffic funneling through the doors to the parking lot. When I made it to Victoria's, the last customers were paying for their purchases, and I headed straight for the silk nighties. I grabbed a bright red one and headed for the dressing room. As I stripped down out of my work-a-day clothes and pulled on the oily-smooth teddy, I felt the tension flow out of my body, and my libidinous side came out of hiding. I hadn't felt even a tiny tendril of sexiness all day, but suddenly, I was enveloped with a powerful rush of excitement, tingling through my skin. My hands took on a life of their own, rising up my flanks and massaging my breast through the slippery silk. My nipples instantly hardened into gumdrops, and I twisted them. I guess that I started daydreaming, since I sort of lost track of time as I got totally into the luxurious and sultry feeling of the sheer fabric on my flushed skin.
"Ma'am, I heard you moan in there. Is everything OK? I just wanted you to know that we are closing in five minutes, so if I can help you with anything, please let me know soon." That snapped me out of my reveries. So I told the anonymous voice that I was fine, and that if she would bring me a velvet body suit to try on, it would save me the time of changing into my clothes again. She said not to worry, that there was no one else in the store except her and another sales woman, so I could feel free to come on out to choose what I wanted to try. When I did come out into the display area, I felt somewhat embarrassed and self-conscious, for the teddy was really a size or two too small for me, and it was stretched across my breasts, showing my jutting nipples. When I walked over to the rack with the bodysuits, I could feel the strip of red silk pulling up into my crotch. Even though there were only two employees in the store, I felt exposed.
My embarrassment was tinged with a bit of exhibitionism, and quickly, my bashfulness transformed itself into brashness. Despite the fact that I knew that the teddy was way too small, I asked the women at the counter if they would tell me if it looked good on me. They both came over and made a great show of examining me. They complimented my figure and how the texture of the silk corresponded to my skin and long blond hair. They mentioned how the teddy "colored me beautiful," which is tired old sales jargon in women's clothing stores. One of the women asked me to turn around, and she stood behind me and adjusted the spaghetti straps on my shoulders (which momentarily pulled the crotch up higher!). The other smaller woman circled in front of me and kneeled down, saying that it did appear that the teddy might be too tight in the crotch. Then she reached forwards. With her dainty fingertips, boldly grasped with her dainty fingertips the lace edging right near cunt and pulled the fabric down, literally pulling it out from the damp folds of my labia. Something was cooking, both in these young ladies' minds, and also in the hot cauldron of my libido... I could actually smell the bittersweet scent arising from my crotch.
The woman behind me said "You know, I think you look great in this, and I'd bet anything that you wear this kind of thing a lot, don't you?"
"Yes, I do. It makes me feel different, more free and sensuous," I replied.
"We both overheard you moaning and sighing while you were in the dressing room, and we know that you were beginning to enjoy yourself more that our average customer, if you know what I mean! So, we were wondering... I mean if we aren't being too forward.... would you be interested in joining us for a little after-closing party here in the store. We've already invited a special guest who deserves a special holiday treat. In fact, he should be here any minute, as soon as he gets off duty. You could be our present to him." And they both kind of giggled and winked at each other.
Well, what the hell, I thought.... all these Christmas obligations and the grinding effort of shopping had kind of worn me out. And after all, I did come back into the mall to treat myself to a little self-indulgence. Now I was going to get more than I bargained for.
No sooner than I had nodded my assent to their invitation than I heard a deep throated voice from the hallway outside the store. "HO, HO, HO. Are there some folks in there who wish to receive their presents?"
One of the women grabbed something from one of the racks and shoved it into my hands, whispering to me to put it on in the dressing room and come on out when they called. I dashed back into the back rooms while hearing them invite the gentleman into the back portion of the store. I could hear the metal grate being pulled over the front entry to the store. I quickly skinned the teddy off of me, and looked myself over in the mirror. My skin was still rosy pink, and my nipples were still hard. My sparse golden pubic hair was tangled, and around my cunt, the moisture had matted the hair flat. I reached down and combed my fingertips through that hair to sort of fluff it up a bit, and I couldn't help but take a moment to tease my clitoris for just a couple of strokes. Then I picked up the package that I had been given. It was one of those almost-transparent body stockings that Victoria's is always advertising. I suppose that I had been tempted to buy it on occasion, but it seemed too frivolous. Now I made haste to get it on. Actually, it took a few minutes, for I had to bunch the whole thing up like an accordion, and gradually spread it up my legs, then over my hips, and finally up to my shoulders. When I stood up to check it out, I was amazed by the effect. It really didn't look very much like a piece of clothing-more like I had been painted with translucent paint, and tattooed with black floral designs. My areolae and nipples could be seen plainly, with the pink color and all the tiny bumps telegraphing though the nylon fabric. The bulge of my mons rose from the juncture at the top of my thighs, and the patch of hair was clearly visible, creating a crinkly texture on the surface. When I let my knees separate a little, I could see a brighter pink groove form in the material. The total effect was to make me appear (to my own subjective eyes) taller, more svelte, more mysterious, more wanton.... I felt like a vixen, a cunning libertine.
I was ready. I began to reenact the caresses that I had given myself when I tried on the teddy, and was not surprised to find my nipples still as big and rubbery as before. I dragged my fingernails over the nylon sheathing, and the texture of the material created a barely-discernible vibration in the flesh of my breasts. Looking down, I could see my chest heaving with the anticipation of what was to come. My fat nipples were encircled by the embroidered lace floral patterns.
When I let one hand slide down the slippery and insubstantial fabric, my fingers homed in automatically on my cunt, and I could feel the heat and moisture exuding into the dark nylon. If the two women hadn't called for me at that moment, I might have lost all self-restraint and started to masturbate right there in the dressing room.... but I responded to their beckoning and walked back into the display floor. There in the room that was dedicated to bras, panties, bustiers, and so on, was a scene that I won't soon forget.
Next to an elaborately decorated Christmas tree, a Victorian-style armless side chair had been placed in an open area of the floor, and seated in it was the mall's Santa Claus impersonator. He still had on all of his regalia: hat, beard, bright red outfit, black belt, and black boots. Beside him was a canvas sack, bulging with box- like shapes. And he was still playing the part to the hilt, with a twinkling smile and deep-throated voice. You'd think he would have been sick of it after a long day of kids, whining and begging for all the latest expensive toys. But he seemed quite happy to continue his role playing for a while longer.
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