I sent a text to Giselle Saturday morning after a sleepless night regarding a follow-up appointment. After feeding and changing Char, Daniel and I went about our usual Saturday routine of chores and grocery shopping. During our errands, I kept wondering when and if Giselle would text back. It wasn't until late Monday morning that I received a text asking me to call.
I returned her call during my lunch break; we talked the entire time discussing in more detail what I wanted as far as lingerie. I enjoyed hearing her voice as I pictured her softly stroking my skin, teasing and arousing me. I imagined us together in luxurious outfits which hid enough to create a desire to see more. I told her I hadn't given Daniel his gift since his birthday wasn't for another week. Time enough for me to shop a bit more with her. She was delighted that I enjoyed my experience at her shop and she wanted an update as to Daniel's reaction to his gifts. She suggested I bring a couple of pairs of heels to see how they would look with the various outfits she was going to suggest I try on. I described a couple of pairs of shoes I wanted to bring to make it easier to match the outfits.
I didn't tell her how much I enjoyed it. I still wasn't sure about how I felt about her playing with me. Whether it was intentional or not she did something to me. However, the curious kitten in me wanted satisfaction one way or another.
We set another appointment for Friday afternoon. I'd be her last visitor of the day, so we'd have the afternoon to chit chat and not be rushed trying on lingerie. I said my goodbyes and made a note on my calendar. The rest of the day I spent daydreaming about my return and how I'd react to her groping.
Wednesday, my friend Debbie called to see how my shopping experience with Giselle went. I was as vague as I could be not wanting to start rumors. Since the #Metoo campaign I've seen lots of men accused of groping and inappropriate touching but not a single woman. I have a very vivid imagination, and since Debbie is just as good looking as Giselle, I wondered if she got the same treatment I had. I told her I was going back for another fitting so Giselle could match my favorite heels with something. Debbie paused longer than usual after hearing that. I swore I heard an envious sigh during the brief interlude. She was glad her recommendation worked out and that I'd have to let her know what I bought. I sensed she wasn't telling me something, but I let it drop. We made plans for lunch the following week then said our goodbyes.
Friday finally rolled around. I was nervous most of the morning anticipating my encounter with Giselle. I thought of all the different ways to approach her regarding my suspicions without being confrontational. Little did I know that none of my preplanning would prepare me for our afternoon.
When I knocked on the large ornate door to her shop, she greeted me with something I hadn't expected. She wore a magenta silk kimono; its hem stopped just above her knees about mid-thigh. On her feet were black five-inch stilettos which combined with the kimono looked a bit odd but sexy. Around her neck was a black leather choker with gold accents. Her hair was done up in a bun, two chopsticks holding it in place. My mind wandered into all sorts of images as to what was under the kimono. The look suited her, a bit exotic and mysterious.
She brought me back to reality when she greeted me opening her arms for a hug. I dropped the shoes and my purse before accepting her hug. She again smelled amazing. I took a deep breath as we embraced enjoying her aroma as we hugged. She softly bussed my cheeks with her lips then held my hands as she looked into my eyes.
“It's nice to see you again, Cynthia. I'm so glad you enjoyed your experience with me. Your husband should be delighted with your purchases so far. I think matching your heels will send him over the edge, sweet girl. Once I get to know a couple, it's easier to select items they'll like rather than waste time trying everything on. I love the heels you brought, very sexy young lady. I believe we're going to have an enjoyable afternoon."
I smiled, "I think so too, knowing someone's taste is a definite benefit."
I picked up my purse along with my shoes as Giselle guided me into the shop. Giselle's smile coupled with her hand on my lower back seemed to guarantee we would have a lovely time despite my confused state of mind. Closing and locking the door behind us, she escorted me to the minibar where she had two wine glasses ready to be filled.
I set my things down as she poured a glass for each of us. I thanked her as we saluted each other with the clinking of our small goblets. We sat and talked as we drank not rushing the process of trying on skimpy garments. I told her I'd spoken to Debbie which evoked a sly smile on her face. She asked how Debbie was; I mentioned we had a lunch date the following week. I'd find out more then since we'd just chatted briefly.
When our talk reached an uncomfortable silence, Giselle excused herself. She picked up several boxes containing four different lingerie selections for me to try. I polished off the remains of my wine and went to look at her suggestions.
The four outfits went from a cute babydoll to nothing more than three pieces of satin with ties to hold them in place. We started with the babydoll. I disrobed while Giselle placed my clothes in a neat pile on one of the chairs. We went through the familiar routine of her caressing me as she adjusted the fit, whispering her comments in my ear while I tried to maintain my composure.
I know she could feel my heart racing as she gently stroked my breasts lingering longer with each outfit. Her hands on me felt naughty as they adjusted straps or made sure each piece of satin and lace hugged my body.
She offered another glass of wine as I looked at myself in the mirror modeling the third outfit. I accepted remembering I had to drive home and it would be the last one. Her comments as she handed the small goblet to me, confirmed she was seducing me. I smiled as she softly mentioned that if she were Daniel, she'd make love to me nightly. I laughed and told I appreciated the compliment but, we had Char wearing us out. She smiled, mentioning she'd wait until Char was asleep and then ravage me. The little ‘Grr’ she made after that comment made me blush and giggle along with a tingle between my legs.
The fourth outfit was the one I liked the most. It was white satin with thigh high hose with a red ribbon accentuating my thighs, tummy, and waist. It looked somewhat innocent yet naughty at the same time. I thought it would look perfect with the pumps I brought with me.
Giselle helped slip my feet into the white stilettos kneeling at my feet, this time placing them on each foot. Her delicate touch on my ankles and calves sent familiar shock waves through me. When she stood, she adjusted each of my breasts in the top, the backs of her fingers stroking each nipple in turn. My goosebumps and stiff nipples confirmed my arousal. I was afraid I was going to soak the sheer garment with my juices then have to buy it along with embarrassing myself.
It was at that moment Giselle made her move. Facing me, she slipped her arms around my waist, pulling me to her and placing her lips as close as she could to mine without actually touching them.
Looking into my eyes, Giselle whispered, "I can't stand it anymore."