Boutique Encounter

Mandy and Jerri met at a small boutique shop to look for spring outfits. It was a favorite with beautiful window displays and a cozy sitting area with treats.

"I'm freezing," Mandy said with a shiver. My coat makes my shoulders ache. I can’t wait until it is warm outside.

“And where’s your coat?”

“It’s so heavy, I hate wearing it. Layers are better, but I was in a hurry to get here. Stop picking on me!”

The girls hurried into the store, and the chime announced their presence.

"Hello, Ladies, may I help you find something? The sale racks are at the back near the shoes. Oh, I love your toenail polish. So vibrant against the white snow outside." That's right, lady, I didn't wear socks with my Birkenstocks even though it is freezing outside. The clerk paused behind the counter, looking down at Mandy's feet, her appearance striking with glossy auburn hair that shimmered in the sunlight streaming through the window. Mandy and Jerri eyed each other in shock. "Let me know if I can start a dressing room for you."

"We'll find the dressing rooms, thanks!" Jerri said. "Mandy, I'm heading to my size." Jerri hurried to the back, and both girls started selecting blouses to try on.

“Here, let me start a dressing room.” Both girls jumped, startled by the clerk’s sudden appearance at their side. Her sleek, bare arm glided outward as she took the blouses from their hands. “I will set these in adjoining rooms and hang one on the door, so you will know which room is yours.” Her high heels clicked on the tile floor, and her footsteps made her waist-length hair bounce as she walked. Jerri couldn’t help noticing her own head bobbing in rhythm to the woman’s buttocks, as she admired the shapely calves.

As they continued shopping, Mandy said, “She walks like a model, hips swaying left and right.” Right on cue, the clerk turned on the ball of her foot, smiling at the girls and giving a beauty contestant wave toward the blouses hanging on the dressing room doors. Jerri and Mandy couldn’t help but stare, both fascinated by her model-like movements. Then the shop door opened, and a male customer entered.

“Hello, Melinda.”

"Afternoon, Mr. Randell. How's Daisy? I have some things she'd love."

"Fine, Melinda. I'll take them, I suppose...please ring the items up and gift box them."

“Don’t you want to see them first? Silk-seamed stockings, and a lilac garter and bustier.”

"No. Daisy likes everything you pick. She says you're inspiring. Throw in some dinner-party clothes, too. She's practicing in stilettos in front of mirrors at home. She isn't as supple as you—still wears panties and a bra under her robe. A month ago, she was practicing in a ballet leotard. She made me cover a full wall with mirrors for her practice."

“Oh, Mr. Randell, you are so funny. A ballet leotard. I would love to see that.” They laughed together. As their laughter faded, he noticed the two girls at the back of the store choosing pants and jeans from the racks.

"Did you hear what he said about his wife?" Mandy whispered. Jerri nodded, keeping her eyes down.

“That guy, Mandy, is the bank loan officer. I went with my dad when he was signing papers for his business loan. The guy had a photo of his wife on his desk, and she was in a leotard!” She remembered it vividly. Dark shiny desk, super cold office, and the strange photo of a woman in a leotard propped on the corner. As if he wanted people to ask about the woman in the photo. A shiver went up her spine at the memory, a faint warning of something, but what, she couldn't figure out.

Melinda pranced toward the girls on her way to get the Daisy Randell items. “How are you girls doing? Finding some treasures? I can show you how to style the clothes on your gorgeous figures.” She spun, hair flaring, then planted her exceptionally long legs, feet further apart than in a normal stance. She tightened her thigh muscles, then jiggled her buttocks and leaned sideways toward the girls. “If you like an exotic look, I can help.” Her naked breasts peeked out from her long strands of hair, pointing at the girls.

“Thanks. We are just going to try on these things now.”

“Yes, thanks for helping us.”

“You come out in each outfit, you hear? I want to see how those things fit you!”

The girls nodded and closed the dressing room doors. Quiet rustling noises could be heard as they changed their clothes. “Let’s hurry up and show her one outfit so she doesn’t barge in here,” Jerri hissed softly to Mandy. While they changed, Melinda wrapped the items she had selected for Mrs. Randell. “Come on out, girls. Let’s see your first outfit. Mr. Randell is waiting, too.”

Jerri had put on black flared jeans with a ruby V-neck blouse. Mandy had chosen white capris and a navy-and-white striped tank that showed off her shoulders and biceps. Both came out barefoot and stood before the mirror. Melinda tied an emerald scarf around Mandy’s neck. The attention and touch made Mandy blush, but the scarf's softness felt lovely against her skin and had a calming effect. Melinda hooked a pendant of black onyx around Jerri’s neck. As she fiddled with the clasp, Jerri stared at the woman’s bare feet in her gold stilettos. “There, you two just look perfect.”

Melinda strolled lithely back to the front, near Mr. Randell, and hopped up onto the sales counter. She crossed her nude legs and arranged strands of her hair over her bare breasts, the ends dipping into the groin of each leg. Mandy expelled an uncomfortable breath and laid her hand on her belly to stop its churning. She couldn’t decide whether to turn away or keep watching, but ended up staring at Melinda's sculpted body. Next to her, Jerri was swaying from foot to foot, a blush burnishing her cheeks. Melinda’s lithe symmetry was mesmerizing: her hair aligned perfectly, barely covering her nipples and falling into her lap on either side. For a moment, the girls stood frozen, not quite knowing where to look or how to act under Melinda's unfiltered gaze.

“Melinda, I have meetings. I really must get going.”

For the briefest moment, Melinda's eyes narrowed, cracking her practiced facade. She turned to him, stretching her bare legs, her naked hip hitched up in order to reach the package. With a small, practiced toss of her hair, she pasted her smile back on, handing the package to him with an arched brow and wink. She moved slightly as he reached for it, exposing a breast, but he grabbed the package and left. Melinda hopped down and seemed to float in those stilettos back behind the counter.

“Well, girls, let’s wrap up this shopping trip, shall we? What did you want to purchase?” she said, her breasts now cradled in her hair, lying on the counter. Her hands were out toward the girls, motioning for them to bring their purchases forward, fingers wriggling.

“Uh, I’m not ready to purchase. Thanks for your help and ideas, but we have a few other shops to check out.

They left the store in a hurry, leaving the items for Melinda to put back.

“Who recommended this store to us?” Jerri asked, and they both burst into giggles.

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