Just One of Those Days

I entered the shop and browsed for a while checking out
what staff there was at the same time. There was a young
male assistant and a slightly older female, who appeared
to be in charge. I picked out a pair of very high-heeled
patent leather laced boots and asked the male assistant
to get me a pair to fit.

I had deliberately given him a size below my own so that
he would have to help me on with them. When he returned I
sat on one of the fitting chairs and he sat before me to
assist with the boots. He took my sandal off and started
to put the boot on my right foot, lifting my leg to do
so, with the result that my skirt fell open on that side.

He had a clear view above my stockings, though as yet he
could not see as far as my pussy. I pulled the skirt back
into place as though embarrassed by the exposure. He
struggled for a while to fit the shoe and then decided to
go and get a larger size.

When he returned I let my skirt fall open even further
than it had before, by moving my other leg apart while he
was lifting my foot to fit the boot. With my foot up on
the fitting stool he could see everything, my naked
pussy, the gold clit ring and the tattoo invitation. He
started to break out into a sweat, so I again covered my
legs, but leaned forward saying "its so hot in hear, is
there somewhere I could cool off?" As I had leant forward
he had the perfect view inside my blouse and could see at
least one nipple with its gold ring quite clearly.

Clearly flushed he suggested that the stock room was
cooler and led me through into it. I leant back against a
set of shelves putting my foot up on a pile of boxes and
swept my skirt open, at the same time unbuttoning the
single fastening on my blouse, letting it fall open. I
asked him if he liked what he saw and he stammered "yes"
in response. I squatted down in front of him with my legs
well spread and unzipped and unfastened his trousers,
pulling them down.