Chapter 22: The Ladies Clothes Shop – In the back room!

2014 January to August

His hands moved steadily and slowly from button to button until he reached my waist where he tugged the blouse from my skirt and unfastened the last button. As he slipped the blouse from my shoulders there was the sound of (I hope) appreciative muttering from the men. He carefully folded the blouse and handed it to on of the men who held it to his nose and inhaled before placing it somewhere behind him.

He was looking at my breasts – although the blouse was not see-through, the same could not be said of my bra. He collected his thoughts after a prod from the side and he walked behind me and I felt his fingers undoing the button and sliding the zip down. He held the skirt up, rotating it around as he moved around to my front. He then lowered it slowly over my hips and sank slowly down until his fingers reached the floor and I raised my feet, one at a time so he could take it clear.

He rose to his full height again, surreptitiously trailing his fingers up my leg and body, folded the skirt carefully and handed it to the same man as before. He then walked behind me and unhooked my bra, he again left it in place while returning to face me, then slid it from my shoulders, deliberately sliding his hands down the outside curve of my breasts. He past the bra back without taking his eyes from mine The muttering from the men sounding a little more of a rumble and the testosterone was almost palpable as they closed around me.

His eyes gleamed and sparkled as he gazed into my face, his hands rested weightlessly on my hips for so log he was prodded hard by several of the men. He slipped his thumbs into the waistband of my panties and pulled them slowly down, again sinking to his knees. Keeping his eyes on the descending silk until they reached my upper thighs, my mound exposed.

He stared for a moment. “Christ! She’s a real blonde!” I glanced around and wondered whether that was an acceptable expression in Muslim circles and why my little rectangle aroused such reactions. A circle of heads descended to about my waist level as they gazed in apparent awe. He regathered his wits and swiftly lowered my panties to the the floor so I could step out of them. He looked up my body at me, grinned and raised my panties to his nose and inhaled deeply to a ripple of chuckles from the men.

I was standing there naked apart from my shoes, sheer white hold-ups, my watch and my hat!