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It was a shopping date of a lifetime, one that I will NEVER
forget, one that was filled with excitement, wonderment, discovery,
and pure feminine Bliss. It was a trip that was planned for a few
months and ever detail worked out perfectly, and the result was a
beautiful February day that found me on the arm of a dear friend that
posed as my "boyfriend" and we shopped at three shops, and two of them
were formal bridal outlets!.
Rita, a dear friend that near the beginning of October 1993,
posed as my professional photographer and took me on a trip to a
public flower garden to be photographed, in a number of my formal
dresses. Well the day went so well and Rita and I had so much fun
together, that I actually ended up leaving the flower gardens in a
very short leather miniskirt, and Rita in kind made sure that I was
photographed by a very busy road, posing by her very sexy car, and we
both loved the attention. So when I told Rita about my thoughts on how
much fun she had posing as my male escort and that we would have even
more fun if we played up the part of boyfriend and girlfriend on a
formal date, well it was like a snowball starting down a hill, and the
events of February 18th, are about half way down that Hill.
Rita expressed an interest in taking me on that very formal date,
and offered herself in a very sophisticated "male" form, and offered
to take me dancing and dining in an elegant restaurant. This has
always been a dear dream of mine, and here is a very welcome and
extremely generous person to offer me that. Thus the thoughts and
ideas started to flow, almost like a domino effect, at first the
formal date was just Rita "dating" me with a dress that was from my
wardPaule, but one of the things that Rita really enjoyed from the
photo shoot at the flower gardens was the attention that was paid to
us because of the short skirt and high heels, and mentioned that maybe
I should consider a sexier dress for the occasion, just to make the
evening more exciting.
Well, that lead to the next thing, and that was that there was a
bridal "factory outlet" in the mall that I pickup my mail from my P.O.
box and I pass by this shop every day, and saw some girls trying on
some very sexy off the shoulder velvet dresses, and I knew then and
there that I had to have one, or at least try one on. So, after
talking with Rita, we agreed that a shopping trip was in order, so
that she could see the dresses and how they looked on me.
Thus the next domino fell, so now we had a shopping date, well
why just go to one bridal shop?, and I thought that it would be great
to have Rita take me to another bridal shop, one much more intimate,
and one that would be a wonderful experience that most "men" never get
to see, and that is the inside of one of these bridal shops.
Then Christmas came along and Rita wanted to get me a Christmas
present, and asked me for suggestions, and one of them was possibly
helping me with buying a formal dress at one of the bridal shops that
I knew had formals marked down as low as $30, or maybe during the
boxing day sales she could find me a cheap lavender leather skirt.
Well one thing lead to another, and another stop was added to the
shopping trip, and that was a trip over to a nearby town, and a visit
to a leather "factory outlet".
During the October '93 trip out to the flower gardens time ran a
little late for us, there was no time for a lunch together, well the
plan was to make time for one during this trip.
Rita and I talked about the date that was planned for the 18th of
February and then as we talked, started looking further to the formal
date that we were also planning. We talked about were we would be
possibly going, i.e., dining and dancing, and thought about how we
might look, and then decided together that we should play the part of
a boy and a girl on a romantic formal date. This scenario would make
the date and evening more enjoyable, after all why would I be getting
all dressed to the "nines", and then going out with a guy if we were
not dating as male and female. Soooo, we decided that in order to
"play" the role of boyfriend and girlfriend on a formal date, we
should practice being boyfriend and girlfriend on a more casual date
first, and thus the final mood, or stage was about to be set.
Therefore, Rita was going to be "Paul" for the casual and formal
date, and at the first bridal shop, he was going to play my boyfriend.
The scenario was as such, one that he was accompanying me to a very
formal awards event in a month. He was going to pose a boyfriend that
saw what Jennifer had in her formal wardPaule and found all of her
dresses to be "prudish" and "didn't show any leg at all". Because Paul
saw nothing he liked in Jennifer's formal wardPaule, and Jennifer was
not in any mood to buy a new dress, she basically stated, "fine, you
buy me a new one, and I will model anything that you want!". So with
that set, we had the roles set and were going to play off the
salesgirls/ladies when we got to the first shop. The leather shop and
the lunch date were going to be played as boyfriend and girlfriend,
and Paul promised to be the perfect gentleman.
The second bridal shop we were going to be attending was a
different scenario, and one that was a bit more complex. About two
weeks before the 18th of February I was walking by the first bridal
shop and noticed a bride and her bridesmaid getting fitted for
dresses, the bride under all of the spotlights and having the
salesgirl help her adjust her dress. Well the thoughts of my own
bridal shopping experience raced through my mind and I began to think,
"well what if I posed as a bride at the second intimate bridal shop?",
and thus the seed and thought was set. So Paul was going to pose as a
friend that was going to help me find a formal at the second bridal
shop and then watch me try on bridal dresses and be pampered by the
salesgirl, and then the ultimate, with a pre-arranged script, he would
take pictures of me changing in and out of bridal gowns!!.
Whew!, with all of that background information setup, the date
approached and as we talked and planned, we got more and more excited.
I was planning on what exactly I was going to greet Paul in when he
came to the door to pick me up, and I pretty well went through so many
different parts of my wardPaule, and planned on basically two
different outfits, one with a more conservative look, and the other
with a shorter skirt. I finally decided to let the weather decide on
what exactly the final look would be, knowing full well that Paul
would want to be escorting a woman in high heels and a short skirt,
rather than a longer skirt and boots!.
In order to play the part of a bride for the second bridal shop,
I had the pleasure of going through all of my old bridal magazines and
sorting through the different styles of dresses, so that when the
sales girl/lady asked me exactly I was looking for, I could show her,
and this was something that is recommended for most brides. So there I
was, going through all of my old bridal magazines, looking at the
different fashions, and deciding on what style to try on, and it
reminded me so much of the first time that I went out to shop for
real, for own wedding.
Well, finally February 18th came, and the weather was perfect for
February in this area, the temperature turned out to be in the low
50's, and the sun was shining. So when I woke up on the morning of the
18th, and saw the temperature, I knew exactly what I was going to be
wearing, and it was going to be short and sexy.
So with the clothing decision made, I waited for the rest of the
family to leave and then I went into my bedroom and started to get
ready for a date that was already very exciting. To start, I knew that
I would be trying on wedding dresses and formal gowns that were of the
off-the-shoulder variety and therefore I slipped on my uncomfortable,
yet necessary strapless bra. I continued and picked out a pair of my
favorite purple panties, and slipped into my a pair of "nearly-black"
pantyhose that are considered "ultra-sheer", and boy they were, but
did they ever feel nice and silky on my legs. Finally I slipped into a
blush colored camisole and then finally my pink silky dressing gown. I
then started my makeup application by applying my usual favorite
makeup colors to my eyes, purple and pink, and making sure that my
eyes were dark and seductive as I applied my eyeliner. My blush was
light, yet making my cheeks look fresh and alive, and my lipstick was
the only thing that I really altered. I decided that with my usual
light pink that I would add a bit of a brighter pink to make my lips
even more sexy.
When my makeup was complete, I left the washroom and went to the
bedroom and stripped off my dressing gown and started to get into the
rest of my outfit for the day. I started by slipping on a short suede
black skirt that I hiked up even more than just letting it sit on my
hips, and with that I had a skirt that was about 4 inches above my
knees, not quite a mini, but very, very close. The top I chose for the
outfit was a wool knit top that was part of a skirt and top
combination, but the top is perfect all on its own. The top has a wide
open collar, not "V" neck, but scooped necked, and with the shoulder
pads and the tightness of the sweater it is very complementary. The
green and black stripes on the sweater make it very attractive with
the short black suede skirt.
With the clothes on, I started to go through and add the
accessories for the day. The first a single strand of pearls, ones
that would look good when I was trying on off the shoulder fashions,
and very geed with the sweater I had chosen. The next was my gold
anklet, and with the colour of the hose, the gold was set off
perfectly, and made my feet look even sexier and dainty. Finally, my
gold watch, short dangly earrings, and I decided on a healthy spritz
of Obsession perfume. I moved in front of the mirror and slipped my
feet into 3 inch black pumps and admired the look that I had achieved,
and knew that Paul would as well.
About 30 seconds after viewing myself in the mirror, the phone
rang, and it was Paul, only a few blocks away calling to say that he
was going to be only a few minutes. I used the time before Paul came
to make sure my purse was all packed, including the cutouts of my
favorite bridal dress styles, and then I picked out my nail colour
for the day, I decided on my favorite light pink colour. I greeted
Paul at the door, like any boyfriend and girlfriend would, and that is
with a light friendly kiss. I knew once I made the first friendly
move, that things would be allot more like boyfriend and girlfriend on
this date. Paul was the perfect gentleman, by giving me a bouquet of
flowers and contained in them was pretty red roses.
After the initial greetings, Paul and I retired to the living
room of our house and we chatted about we were going to be doing, as I
applied my nail polish. I learned the hard way when I got up from the
couch after doing my nails, about how fussy ultra silky sheer
pantyhose are!. As I got up from the couch, I slightly tripped and one
of my heels slightly brushed up against my leg and viola!, a run. So
with that delay, I rush upstairs and slipped into another pair of my
ultra sheer pantyhose and but a regular lycra beige pair in my purse
just in case. When we were finally set, Paul played the perfect
gentleman and offered to hold my long winter coat as I slipped into
it.
The ride over to the first bridal shop was short, as it is only a
few minutes away from my house. The first bridal shop, labels itself
as one that is considered a "factory outlet", and thus does not have
the same romantic nature about it like other bridal outlets, it was
more like a large "mall" store and basically has two rows of dresses
on either side, one side has wedding gowns and the other, formal
evening dresses. The back of the store has the change areas, several
change rooms and two lighted mirror's with pedestals lighted by
spotlights.
When Paul and I walked in hand in hand, we were greeted by the
sight of a girl trying on wedding dresses with what looked like her
mother and possibly her bridesmaid giving her compliments. At first
Paul and I scanned a few of the racks, concentrating on the velvet
formals, with the more off-the-shoulder look to them. At first, the
lone saleslady was paying attention to the young bride to be and we
were basically left to our own devices for the first little while.
Paul made a comment about interrupting the sales lady to get some
service, but I assured Paul that she would be with us in due time. Of
course, as I had two or three dresses in my hands, she came up to me
and asked if I wanted to try on the dressed, and what I was really
looking for. After explaining what I wanted, she directed me to a
dressing room stall and instructed me to feel comfortable and come out
when I was ready. The first dress that I tried on was a dark green
velvet formal, one that was totally off the shoulder and had a
sweetheart neckline. Unfortunately, the dress was a size 15/16, and
fit very loosely on me, but as pulled back the curtain and moved
towards the large mirrored area and started to pose for Paul and
myself in the mirror. Paul loved the look of the dress and made all
sorts of comments, and so did the saleslady, and she scurried off to
try and find that style of the dress in my size 13/14, my size. I also
noted that the girls that were trying on bridal dresses when I came
in, well now it was the bridesmaid's turn, and the other girl that was
with the bride to be, was modeling dresses, her in one mirror and me
in the other, it was quite the thrill.
I then went back into the change room and slipped into another
dress that we had chosen, and this was a dark red velvet almost off
the shoulder dress, one that also featured a sweetheart neckline. This
dress was my perfect size and as I zipped up the back, I knew even
before I looked in the mirror that the dress was a dream. I stepped
out of the change room and knew that the dress was a hit, I went to
the mirror and stood there, and the saleslady came up behind me and
did up the last part of the zipper and hook. As I looked in the
mirror, I could see the look of the other girls sitting there waiting
for their parties to come out and I could see them eyeing me in a
pleasing fashion. Paul and the saleslady agreed the dress was
flattering to my figure and they really enjoyed how it looked. One of
the things that the saleslady commented made the dress "elegant", and
I had to agree was the fact that the skirt was knee length and had a
slit off to the side and to the front, about 4 inches up from the hem,
very, very pretty and sexy. The pearls that I wore for the day looked
great, and they really looked good with this dress. I made the comment
to the saleslady that the other style that I tried on was very sexy
and pretty and made my way to the other velvet formals and started
thumbing through them, and started talking to the saleslady about the
velvet dress style and how they were and how they make velvet dresses
fit a little tighter, so the larger sizes are pPaulably the best way
to go.
The final trip to the change room, found me trying on a form
fitting velvet dark green dress, and it was a style that featured
spaghetti straps and long below the knee skirt and a slit that pretty
well came up to my mid-thigh. As I left the change room, I noted that
the other girls had wrapped up their affairs and Paul and the
saleslady were talking about what I was getting the dress for, and how
he opened his big mouth and now has to buy the dress. I was smiling
from ear to ear as I modeled the dress in front of the mirror, but
even though the dress was pretty and sexy, but I did not really think
the style was for me.
So with that, I told Paul and the saleslady that I wanted to try
on the red velvet formal again, and as I entered the change room, I
knew that Paul would love another chance to talk about the dress in
front of the saleslady and such. Just like I thought, as I left the
change room and started to model the dress, Paul started with his
comments on how pretty I would look and how much I would make a great
impression in front of all his friends. The saleslady started to make
comments about how elegant the dress was and that I would definitely
make a great impression, and with that, we decided this was the dress.
After I changed back into my clothes, and brought the dress out
for the saleslady, I went to Paul's side and held his hand as we
walked to the front desk of the salon, were Paul bought the dress just
like the plan we had talked about. As we left the bridal shop, we left
hand in hand, and was really flattered as I looked in the mirror in
the mall on the way out, only to see me walking hand in hand, with
Paul carrying my dress over his shoulders. Then it was onto the next
stop in our lovely date out, as boyfriend and girlfriend.
I slid myself into the passenger seat of Paul's car, he very
"gentlemanly" held the door open for me and as I sat down, made sure
that my already short suede skirt did the natural thing it does when
you sit down wearing it, and that is ride high up my thigh, only
falling just below the crotch, exposing maximum leg.
The route that we were using to go to the next stop on our date
was a very busy highway here in Southern Ontario, and is a major
artery, and would be very busy even at the time that we were going to
be traveling on it, and our destination was a leather factory outlet
about 15 miles away. As we got onto the highway, I could tell by
Paul's expression that he like the fact that I was showing allot of
leg and we both hoped that we would have some fun watching the
truckers jockey for position to see the "babe in the hot car with the
short skirt almost up to her panties", and I was really excited about
being noticed like this. The truckers were not the only ones
interested in my legs, Paul was warned that the pantyhose were very
silky and sheer and would make my legs irresistible, and I kind of
liked teasing him, but as I found, when you tease, sometimes you have
to accept the consequences. So when I looked over at Paul, and he was
eyeing my legs, I motioned that it was OK to touch and see just how
silky my legs felt. Well the result was that Paul did enjoy my legs
and he kept his hand on my thigh caressing my silky left leg all the
way to the leather shop, and I found that the inner, upper thigh, is
an erogenous zone...... Paul was not the only one that found my legs
exciting, as was expected, Paul and I watched as trucks passed on the
passenger side of us, slowing to get a look at me, and I could not
have been any more thrilled!.
Before we got to the actual leather shop, I mentioned to Paul
that I needed to lose the ladies room, and informed him that there was
a doughnut shop nearby that I could slip into and use the facilities,
so Paul headed there and parked and waited for me to return. I swung
my legs out of the car, once again noting how hard it was to get in
and out of a car in a short and tight skirt, and made my way through
the store to the ladies room in the rear, and in doing that passed two
sets of younger ladies that made sure to check out what I was wearing,
and with coat open they could see exactly how much leg I was daring to
show!. The trip into the ladies room was the first of two trips, and
one that brought back memories of all of the other trips that I have
taken and I was thrilled once again. Once I finished my business I
went to the mirror and adjusted my lipstick and then headed out the
door of the ladies room and through the shop to Paul waiting for me at
the car, who was the perfect gentleman, and opened the door of the car
for me, as I slid back into my seat and we headed for the leather
shop.
Once at the leather shop, Paul and I held hands as we entered and
were greeted by a saleslady, and were asked what we were looking for.
I informed her that I was looking for a suede or leather skirt in a
light purple or mauve colour, and she indicated that she may not have
that colour, but invited us to look at the skirts that they did have.
Well Paul and I looked at the skirts and were disappointed at the
price and selection, but I decided that should not waste the
opportunity to possibly find another colour of leather skirt that
would look good on me, and selected a red leather skirt and headed for
the change rooms. I slipped into the skirt and did not really like the
look or feel of the skirt and proceeded to leave the change room were
I was greeted by Paul and the saleslady, and I nodded "no" to Paul and
he made some negative comments, and then I went back into the change
room and slipped my black suede skirt on. As I came out of the change
room, I noticed that there were some leather pants and made a note to
Paul that I would not mind trying some on.
As we look further at the skirts, the saleslady came back over
and informed us that they had another store in a city nearby that
might have the colour we were looking for, and we thanked her and kept
on looking. Paul and I were about to leave and then Paul mentioned
right in front of the saleslady, "Jennifer, I thought you were
interested in the leather pants", I thanked Paul and went through the
racks and found a size 13, and went to the change room to try them on.
Well!, I don't know if they were the wrong size or what, but they were
snug around the waist and were so baggy and unflattering that I did
not even bother to wear them out of the change room, and once again
proceeded to slip into my black suede skirt, and then it happened
again!, I slightly tripped and put another run in my ultra sheer
pantyhose!, but this one was not that bad, and I thought I could get
away with it, but I found out that the other thing ultra sheer
pantyhose do is get worse very, very fast!. After I left the change
room, Paul made a comment about going to the next store and thanks for
all of the help.
When we left the store we found ourselves on the way to the place
that we had chosen for lunch, and this place was one we were
considering for our formal evening out together dinner establishment.
As I exited the car, I found the temperature was very nice and it was
very comfortable to walk to the restaurant from the parking lot
without a coat, thus I loved walking hand in hand with Paul to the
entrance of the restaurant knowing full well how my skirt rode up as I
walked.
Once in the restaurant, Paul asked for a quiet out of the way
place to be seated and they located us in a part of the restaurant
that was empty and we were seated in a booth by the window, nice and
quiet and romantic, even for daylight hours. I noted the run in my
pantyhose and made plans in my head to go to the ladies room to change
into the emergency pair that I had brought, but first I waited for the
waitress. When the waitress came, I asked in a feminine way were the
"ladies room" was. Paul and I had discussed exactly what I wanted and
he was the perfect gentleman, ordering for me, exclaiming, "and the
lady will have". I was touched and very moved that Paul, was wanting
to play the part of my boyfriend to that degree, and I just smiled
back at him, and knew that things were changing for the both of us, as
far as how we were playing boyfriend and girlfriend.
I waited for my beer that Paul had ordered to arrive, and when it
arrived and I poured the beer into the glass, I started staring at
Paul, and felt that as he looked back at me, we were changing our
roles ever so slightly. I decided to make the best of the situation,
and make the first move in letting Paul know that I was loving all of
the feminine attention he was giving me, and decided to show some
appreciation. I then looked directly at Paul and brought my glass up
to my lips and instead of drinking, let the tip of my tongue slip out
to the outer rim of the glass, and I moved it back and forth slowly
and erotically..... Paul simply smiled and I noticed that he shifted a
little in his seat......
I then grabbed my purse and headed for the washroom and loved the
feel of my skirt riding almost up to my crotch as I walked up the
steep stairs to the ladies room. I entered the ladies room and was
thrilled at being there, the looks and the sights were as always,
wonderful. I found my way to a stall and stripped out of my silky
sheer pantyhose, and got my emergency pair out of my purse, and
slipped them on, they were not silky and sheer like the first pair,
but rather they were lycra and nude and durable. I slipped the silky
sheer pair into my purse and made my way to the makeup mirror and
started adjusting my hair and makeup. I was in the middle of freshing
up my perfume with a spritz to the neck when I got the naughty idea
about the pantyhose that I just removed. I then took the pantyhose
from my purse and sprayed them with a healthy dose of Obsession
perfume, and stuffed them tightly in my right fist.
I left the ladies room and made my way downstairs and came up on
the booth that Paul and I were sitting at, and walked right up to
Paul, and leaned over him and kissed him right on the lips, and I
slipped the perfumed pantyhose into his hands, and as he broke of our
embrace he looked at the pantyhose and stuffed them into in his jacket
pocket. Smiling and looking at my reaction, and his reaction was very
simple, keep up the tease. So when I sat back down, I slipped my foot
out of my right heel and raised it up under the table and decided that
I would caress the bottom of his leg and watched the reaction of Paul,
and enjoyed it, as I went about eating my salad and sipping on my
beer, as if nothing happened. Paul was enjoying the attention and as
he ate and I looked him right in the eye and allowed my stockinged
foot to ride higher up Paul's leg to a place that only made Paul smile
even more..............
As Paul and I finished lunch, we decided that it was time to
leave for the second bridal shop and the next part of our experience.
I allowed Paul to help me slip into the car, by taking advantage
of his chivalry during the day, and this was no exception, and as he
opened the door, I decided that I should repay some of that attention,
by giving Paul a firm, yet thankful kiss, and by Paul's reciprocation,
I knew that things were going very well between us.
As Paul and I once again entered the highway, I made sure that my
skirt was riding nice and high up my thigh, resting just below my
vaginal area. Once again, the truck drivers were jockeying for
position to look at my legs, and once again, I found that Paul had
moved his hands to my thigh and began to caress, and after the
experience that we shared at the lunch restaurant, I began to wonder
as I felt my body reacting to his male caresses.
The date Paul and I set out to be on in the planning stages was
for he and I to "play" the part of boyfriend and girlfriend, and that
was the way things were supposed to go. But as I sat there reflecting
on things, and stared out the window of the car as Paul drove, and
feeling Paul's gentle male advances, I knew that when I slipped on the
suede miniskirt and high heels, and made sure that I was made up
perfectly, that this is the result that deep down, I always was hoping
would happen. I also thought at that time that the formal date Paul
and I were planning for the fall would pPaulably be much different
than originally planned.....
Paul and I discussed the morning's activities and I wondered what
he thought about the last bridal salon, and I told him at that time
that is was going to be an experience that he would never forget, and
as for myself, I was tingling with anticipation. Well, after what
seemed like an hour of driving, actually only 15 minutes, we arrived
at the bridal salon, and as I entered the door, with Paul right behind
me, I was thrilled and very excited and we were immediately greeted by
the saleslady who inquired on the nature of my visit.
I told her exactly what we had planned, that A, I was there to
find a formal gown, and the other purpose was to look for a bridal
gown for a fall wedding date, and that my friend (Paul), was kind
enough to drive me. I informed her that firstly I was going to look
for a formal, then when that was done, I was going to be ready for
trying on wedding dresses, to which she just smiled and showed Paul
and I the way upstairs to find the discount formal area. I made a
teasing comment to Paul, "come on Paul, don't be scared, I need a
hand", and then we retired to upstairs to a small room that featured
three or four large racks full of discounted dresses. I whispered to
Paul to find the dresses that are the cheapest and don't worry about
the style or colour, but look for my size, 13/14. Paul and I started
pulling out one dress after the other and hanging them off to the
side. I could see by the look on Paul's face that he was enjoying
himself looking through all of the formal and feminine gowns, and that
he was enjoying himself.
Once we had a bunch of dresses, Paul once again played the
gentleman and carried them downstairs for me. The change area was
slightly different than any other bridal stores that I have been in,
and one of the main differences was that the area or pedestal to stand
and model your dress in the mirror was near the main door and was not
as well lighted, but it was special and feminine in all the ways I
needed it to be. I asked Paul to hang them up in an open stall, and I
started to undress and change into the gowns, one by one. Well, as
expected, most of the dresses that Paul and I found were size 11/12,
and like I thought, would not even do up as I slipped them on. I did
manage to slip into a few dresses, and the ones that might have been
able to be done up, with a little work, I left the stall and the
saleswoman immediately came over and helped my do them up, most of
them with no success. I came across one dress, a very pretty and
feminine fuchsia formal, definitely a bridesmaid's dress, and even
though it was a size 11, it fit perfectly, with no fighting to get the
zipper up, and when the saleslady saw my look in the mirror as I
stared in approval, I saw her look over to Paul and quietly saying "I
think she likes it", at that instant I looked over at her and said,
"definitely". I had a couple more dresses to try on and as I entered
the change room, and drew the curtain across, I motioned for Paul to
come and see me. When Paul came over I whispered for him to go
upstairs and see if he could find anything else. I tried on a few more
dresses in the change room, with no success.
Right in the middle of changing out of one of these dresses, Paul
opened the curtain slightly to hand me another dress, and my reaction,
which came out 100% by surprise to me was "Sweetie, please, I'm
naked", and later Paul told me that when he looked back at the
saleslady that she had a smile on her face, it was a special moment
that was a highlight of the day. After trying to squeeze into the
dress that Paul handed me, I decided that the fuchsia bridesmaid's
formal was the dress I wanted, and I slipped back into that. As I came
back out of the change room, and made my way to the mirrored area of
the store, I knew this was my dress. The saleslady was good, and as
she zipped me up, said, "I knew you chose this dress the first time,
just by the look in your eyes", and she was right. After looking at
myself again in the dress, I stated that this was the dress that I
wanted and after the saleslady made a comment about fixing something
up on the dress, I said, "great, then let's look at bridal gowns".
The saleslady then took charge, something that I was really happy
about, and said, "now my dear, do you have a style of dress in mind?",
to which I answered, "oh yes, I most certainly do", and proceeded to
pull out the clip outs of the bridal magazines, to which she informed
me how organized I was compared to other girls shopping for their
wedding dresses, and I just told her that I wanted the perfect dress
for the very special occasion of my life. After looking at the
pictures for a few seconds, she said "I'll be right back", and she
went into another room of the store and returned with about 3 gowns,
and proceeded to hang them up in the stall next to the one I was using
for trying on the formal bridesmaid's gowns, and invited me to slip
into the first one, informing me that this was not my size and that
things would be a little tight. As I walked into the stall she then
asked me, "by the way dear, what is your name", and I was thrilled by
the comment and of course answered her.
I was thrilled as I slipped into the first gown, and had a tough
time squeezing my wrists through the cuffs of the dress, but I
managed. As I left the change room for the first time, I was not
wearing my heels as I made my way to the podium, but I was thrilled
once again to be walking in a wedding dress, and the feeling of the
fabric against my body was fantastic!. As I stood on the podium, I
felt the saleslady start to do up as many buttons as she could, and
for the first dress, decided to squeeze the back of the dress fabric,
and I looked on. I was admiring the dress and just as planned, looked
over at Paul, and said, "my this dress looks so pretty, I only wish my
mother and sister could see this one", to which Paul inquired about
taking pictures and then things worked out perfectly, and before I
knew it, Paul was snapping away, for a permanent memory of the day.
Just after the first dress, the saleslady came up to me and touched me
on the arm and spoke softly, and said, "what is your budget dear?",
and I replied, as planned, "my parents have told me that they are
paying for the gown, and whatever I find, as long as it is under $1500
is alright". She looked at me in the eyes and said, "fine, I know
exactly what to get for you".
The next several minutes were like a whirlwind, with the
saleslady having slip in and out of dress after dress, and I was
loving every minute of it. I paused her at one point and asked if the
shop had any gowns in the style that I was looking for with an Organza
skirt, and she left me and came back in a few minutes and passed me a
beautiful dress to me in the change room. Even though the dress was
two sizes larger than my size, she said that I would be "floating" in
the dress, but not to worry about it, and that we would get the
general idea of how the dress would look. Slipping into the dress was
wonderful and the organza train and full skirt was wonderful, and was
a dream to wear, and she was right, it was like a tent on my body and
I listen to what the saleslady had to say and just admired the beauty
of the dress. I loved modeling this dress in particular in front of
the large mirror, the train was all organza and looked so wonderful as
the saleslady flared out the skirt and made it land all over the
floor, oh so feminine and pretty, I looked over at Paul about that
time and I knew that he could tell I was in feminine heaven. The
Organza gown had a very, very low back on it, even lower than the bra
that I was wearing and she told me, "if you decide on this dress, I
have a solution for your bra". I smiled and said thank you and was
tickled pink at the comment and the fact that I was really, really
being accepted as a bride and more importantly as a woman.
Eventually, I found myself deciding on one dress, just like I was
buying a wedding dress for real, and the one I decided on was $800,
and was a dream to wear and to look at myself in the mirror in. So the
last thing wedding gown that I tried on was a dress that was just like
the wedding dress that I had fallen in love with in the bridal
magazine, and I don't think I can do it justice with words, but it was
a dress much like the wedding gown I wore when I was married, except
the material around the breast was more see-through, and the skirt had
more lace trim around the edges. I found myself on the podium saying
that this was the dress that I loved and that I wanted to stay with
this one. The saleslady was the same way with the wedding dress as the
bridesmaids dress and said that she could see by the look in my eye
that this was the perfect dress for me, and the one I had wanted from
the beginning. Finally I said, "well now I have decided on the dress,
can I try on headpieces?", to which the saleslady reacted, "what would
you like in the way of a headpiece".
I then went on to describe a headpiece that would be long at the
back, and most importantly I stressed that I wanted to have a veil for
the wedding, just to make my look more intriguing and exciting for my
groom to be. The saleslady then went on to say that the veil was
something that would be considered after I got the headpiece as it was
a separate item that is added to the headpiece. Well she disappeared
once again and then returned with a few headpieces.
As I stood there, the saleslady slipped the headpiece on my head,
making sure to press the comb into my hair. I stood there patiently,
as she approached me and put the headpiece into my hair. staring all
the time at my image in the beautiful wedding gown as she went about
her business. Once the headpiece was on my head, she fluffed it out
the back and got a mirror and stood behind me to let me see exactly
how I looked, and I must admit, I was once again in awe at myself, and
how the wedding ensemble looked. When the second headpiece was being
lowered onto my head, the saleslady commented, "what lovely thick hair
my dear, I am sure that you will have no pPaullem on your wedding day
keeping the headpiece in place". I was thrilled at the comments, yet I
hoped that she would not tug too much at my hair, but that was not the
case and everything worked out well.
Just before I was to leave the podium, two girls walked in the
front door and started to inquire about seeing the owner for an
appointment to try on wedding dresses. Both of them were only a few
feet away from me, and one of them looked at me and said, "wow, how
pretty", and I mouthed back, "thank-you". Shortly after that I had one
last look at the dress and the headpiece, and asked the saleslady to
unbutton me and after that I returned to the stall and slipped out of
the dress and into my short black skirt, sweater and heels.
After leaving the stall, I went to the front desk and completed
the motions like any other bride would, and made sure that the
saleslady had recorded the dress and headpiece number just in case I
was going to return, so that my "mother and sister" could see how
beautiful the dress was. Once all of that was complete, I left the
store with Paul, and we got back into the car and headed for my house.
I was thrilled with the day and loved every minute of it, and
held Paul's hand all the way home. Once at home, Paul helped me into
the house with my purchases, both the bridesmaid's dress and the
velvet formal. Paul helped me slip into the formal velvet dress and
proceeded to snap a ton of pictures of the dress as I posed around the
basement in it. I felt so wonderful in the dress, and I even slipped
on the heels that I was going to wear during the date, a black 4"
patent heels, and with that, I got the idea that Paul and I should
practice dancing, just so I could get used to dancing with him, and
make sure the heels were manageable. Well the dancing was very
"proper" for the first little while, but then a seductive slow song
came on the radio and Paul dimmed the lights and we were dancing for
real, very slow and very close, and I got to experience what a woman
that is turning on her man does when hugged close to his
body..........
That is about it were the day was left, Paul said good-bye and we
kissed and smiled at each other knowing that the date ahead was going
to be very special, and that the time we had spent together during the
18th of February was a major turning point in our Male-Female
relationship, and the formal date in March was going to be much
different than originally planned.
forget, one that was filled with excitement, wonderment, discovery,
and pure feminine Bliss. It was a trip that was planned for a few
months and ever detail worked out perfectly, and the result was a
beautiful February day that found me on the arm of a dear friend that
posed as my "boyfriend" and we shopped at three shops, and two of them
were formal bridal outlets!.
Rita, a dear friend that near the beginning of October 1993,
posed as my professional photographer and took me on a trip to a
public flower garden to be photographed, in a number of my formal
dresses. Well the day went so well and Rita and I had so much fun
together, that I actually ended up leaving the flower gardens in a
very short leather miniskirt, and Rita in kind made sure that I was
photographed by a very busy road, posing by her very sexy car, and we
both loved the attention. So when I told Rita about my thoughts on how
much fun she had posing as my male escort and that we would have even
more fun if we played up the part of boyfriend and girlfriend on a
formal date, well it was like a snowball starting down a hill, and the
events of February 18th, are about half way down that Hill.
Rita expressed an interest in taking me on that very formal date,
and offered herself in a very sophisticated "male" form, and offered
to take me dancing and dining in an elegant restaurant. This has
always been a dear dream of mine, and here is a very welcome and
extremely generous person to offer me that. Thus the thoughts and
ideas started to flow, almost like a domino effect, at first the
formal date was just Rita "dating" me with a dress that was from my
wardPaule, but one of the things that Rita really enjoyed from the
photo shoot at the flower gardens was the attention that was paid to
us because of the short skirt and high heels, and mentioned that maybe
I should consider a sexier dress for the occasion, just to make the
evening more exciting.
Well, that lead to the next thing, and that was that there was a
bridal "factory outlet" in the mall that I pickup my mail from my P.O.
box and I pass by this shop every day, and saw some girls trying on
some very sexy off the shoulder velvet dresses, and I knew then and
there that I had to have one, or at least try one on. So, after
talking with Rita, we agreed that a shopping trip was in order, so
that she could see the dresses and how they looked on me.
Thus the next domino fell, so now we had a shopping date, well
why just go to one bridal shop?, and I thought that it would be great
to have Rita take me to another bridal shop, one much more intimate,
and one that would be a wonderful experience that most "men" never get
to see, and that is the inside of one of these bridal shops.
Then Christmas came along and Rita wanted to get me a Christmas
present, and asked me for suggestions, and one of them was possibly
helping me with buying a formal dress at one of the bridal shops that
I knew had formals marked down as low as $30, or maybe during the
boxing day sales she could find me a cheap lavender leather skirt.
Well one thing lead to another, and another stop was added to the
shopping trip, and that was a trip over to a nearby town, and a visit
to a leather "factory outlet".
During the October '93 trip out to the flower gardens time ran a
little late for us, there was no time for a lunch together, well the
plan was to make time for one during this trip.
Rita and I talked about the date that was planned for the 18th of
February and then as we talked, started looking further to the formal
date that we were also planning. We talked about were we would be
possibly going, i.e., dining and dancing, and thought about how we
might look, and then decided together that we should play the part of
a boy and a girl on a romantic formal date. This scenario would make
the date and evening more enjoyable, after all why would I be getting
all dressed to the "nines", and then going out with a guy if we were
not dating as male and female. Soooo, we decided that in order to
"play" the role of boyfriend and girlfriend on a formal date, we
should practice being boyfriend and girlfriend on a more casual date
first, and thus the final mood, or stage was about to be set.
Therefore, Rita was going to be "Paul" for the casual and formal
date, and at the first bridal shop, he was going to play my boyfriend.
The scenario was as such, one that he was accompanying me to a very
formal awards event in a month. He was going to pose a boyfriend that
saw what Jennifer had in her formal wardPaule and found all of her
dresses to be "prudish" and "didn't show any leg at all". Because Paul
saw nothing he liked in Jennifer's formal wardPaule, and Jennifer was
not in any mood to buy a new dress, she basically stated, "fine, you
buy me a new one, and I will model anything that you want!". So with
that set, we had the roles set and were going to play off the
salesgirls/ladies when we got to the first shop. The leather shop and
the lunch date were going to be played as boyfriend and girlfriend,
and Paul promised to be the perfect gentleman.
The second bridal shop we were going to be attending was a
different scenario, and one that was a bit more complex. About two
weeks before the 18th of February I was walking by the first bridal
shop and noticed a bride and her bridesmaid getting fitted for
dresses, the bride under all of the spotlights and having the
salesgirl help her adjust her dress. Well the thoughts of my own
bridal shopping experience raced through my mind and I began to think,
"well what if I posed as a bride at the second intimate bridal shop?",
and thus the seed and thought was set. So Paul was going to pose as a
friend that was going to help me find a formal at the second bridal
shop and then watch me try on bridal dresses and be pampered by the
salesgirl, and then the ultimate, with a pre-arranged script, he would
take pictures of me changing in and out of bridal gowns!!.
Whew!, with all of that background information setup, the date
approached and as we talked and planned, we got more and more excited.
I was planning on what exactly I was going to greet Paul in when he
came to the door to pick me up, and I pretty well went through so many
different parts of my wardPaule, and planned on basically two
different outfits, one with a more conservative look, and the other
with a shorter skirt. I finally decided to let the weather decide on
what exactly the final look would be, knowing full well that Paul
would want to be escorting a woman in high heels and a short skirt,
rather than a longer skirt and boots!.
In order to play the part of a bride for the second bridal shop,
I had the pleasure of going through all of my old bridal magazines and
sorting through the different styles of dresses, so that when the
sales girl/lady asked me exactly I was looking for, I could show her,
and this was something that is recommended for most brides. So there I
was, going through all of my old bridal magazines, looking at the
different fashions, and deciding on what style to try on, and it
reminded me so much of the first time that I went out to shop for
real, for own wedding.
Well, finally February 18th came, and the weather was perfect for
February in this area, the temperature turned out to be in the low
50's, and the sun was shining. So when I woke up on the morning of the
18th, and saw the temperature, I knew exactly what I was going to be
wearing, and it was going to be short and sexy.
So with the clothing decision made, I waited for the rest of the
family to leave and then I went into my bedroom and started to get
ready for a date that was already very exciting. To start, I knew that
I would be trying on wedding dresses and formal gowns that were of the
off-the-shoulder variety and therefore I slipped on my uncomfortable,
yet necessary strapless bra. I continued and picked out a pair of my
favorite purple panties, and slipped into my a pair of "nearly-black"
pantyhose that are considered "ultra-sheer", and boy they were, but
did they ever feel nice and silky on my legs. Finally I slipped into a
blush colored camisole and then finally my pink silky dressing gown. I
then started my makeup application by applying my usual favorite
makeup colors to my eyes, purple and pink, and making sure that my
eyes were dark and seductive as I applied my eyeliner. My blush was
light, yet making my cheeks look fresh and alive, and my lipstick was
the only thing that I really altered. I decided that with my usual
light pink that I would add a bit of a brighter pink to make my lips
even more sexy.
When my makeup was complete, I left the washroom and went to the
bedroom and stripped off my dressing gown and started to get into the
rest of my outfit for the day. I started by slipping on a short suede
black skirt that I hiked up even more than just letting it sit on my
hips, and with that I had a skirt that was about 4 inches above my
knees, not quite a mini, but very, very close. The top I chose for the
outfit was a wool knit top that was part of a skirt and top
combination, but the top is perfect all on its own. The top has a wide
open collar, not "V" neck, but scooped necked, and with the shoulder
pads and the tightness of the sweater it is very complementary. The
green and black stripes on the sweater make it very attractive with
the short black suede skirt.
With the clothes on, I started to go through and add the
accessories for the day. The first a single strand of pearls, ones
that would look good when I was trying on off the shoulder fashions,
and very geed with the sweater I had chosen. The next was my gold
anklet, and with the colour of the hose, the gold was set off
perfectly, and made my feet look even sexier and dainty. Finally, my
gold watch, short dangly earrings, and I decided on a healthy spritz
of Obsession perfume. I moved in front of the mirror and slipped my
feet into 3 inch black pumps and admired the look that I had achieved,
and knew that Paul would as well.
About 30 seconds after viewing myself in the mirror, the phone
rang, and it was Paul, only a few blocks away calling to say that he
was going to be only a few minutes. I used the time before Paul came
to make sure my purse was all packed, including the cutouts of my
favorite bridal dress styles, and then I picked out my nail colour
for the day, I decided on my favorite light pink colour. I greeted
Paul at the door, like any boyfriend and girlfriend would, and that is
with a light friendly kiss. I knew once I made the first friendly
move, that things would be allot more like boyfriend and girlfriend on
this date. Paul was the perfect gentleman, by giving me a bouquet of
flowers and contained in them was pretty red roses.
After the initial greetings, Paul and I retired to the living
room of our house and we chatted about we were going to be doing, as I
applied my nail polish. I learned the hard way when I got up from the
couch after doing my nails, about how fussy ultra silky sheer
pantyhose are!. As I got up from the couch, I slightly tripped and one
of my heels slightly brushed up against my leg and viola!, a run. So
with that delay, I rush upstairs and slipped into another pair of my
ultra sheer pantyhose and but a regular lycra beige pair in my purse
just in case. When we were finally set, Paul played the perfect
gentleman and offered to hold my long winter coat as I slipped into
it.
The ride over to the first bridal shop was short, as it is only a
few minutes away from my house. The first bridal shop, labels itself
as one that is considered a "factory outlet", and thus does not have
the same romantic nature about it like other bridal outlets, it was
more like a large "mall" store and basically has two rows of dresses
on either side, one side has wedding gowns and the other, formal
evening dresses. The back of the store has the change areas, several
change rooms and two lighted mirror's with pedestals lighted by
spotlights.
When Paul and I walked in hand in hand, we were greeted by the
sight of a girl trying on wedding dresses with what looked like her
mother and possibly her bridesmaid giving her compliments. At first
Paul and I scanned a few of the racks, concentrating on the velvet
formals, with the more off-the-shoulder look to them. At first, the
lone saleslady was paying attention to the young bride to be and we
were basically left to our own devices for the first little while.
Paul made a comment about interrupting the sales lady to get some
service, but I assured Paul that she would be with us in due time. Of
course, as I had two or three dresses in my hands, she came up to me
and asked if I wanted to try on the dressed, and what I was really
looking for. After explaining what I wanted, she directed me to a
dressing room stall and instructed me to feel comfortable and come out
when I was ready. The first dress that I tried on was a dark green
velvet formal, one that was totally off the shoulder and had a
sweetheart neckline. Unfortunately, the dress was a size 15/16, and
fit very loosely on me, but as pulled back the curtain and moved
towards the large mirrored area and started to pose for Paul and
myself in the mirror. Paul loved the look of the dress and made all
sorts of comments, and so did the saleslady, and she scurried off to
try and find that style of the dress in my size 13/14, my size. I also
noted that the girls that were trying on bridal dresses when I came
in, well now it was the bridesmaid's turn, and the other girl that was
with the bride to be, was modeling dresses, her in one mirror and me
in the other, it was quite the thrill.
I then went back into the change room and slipped into another
dress that we had chosen, and this was a dark red velvet almost off
the shoulder dress, one that also featured a sweetheart neckline. This
dress was my perfect size and as I zipped up the back, I knew even
before I looked in the mirror that the dress was a dream. I stepped
out of the change room and knew that the dress was a hit, I went to
the mirror and stood there, and the saleslady came up behind me and
did up the last part of the zipper and hook. As I looked in the
mirror, I could see the look of the other girls sitting there waiting
for their parties to come out and I could see them eyeing me in a
pleasing fashion. Paul and the saleslady agreed the dress was
flattering to my figure and they really enjoyed how it looked. One of
the things that the saleslady commented made the dress "elegant", and
I had to agree was the fact that the skirt was knee length and had a
slit off to the side and to the front, about 4 inches up from the hem,
very, very pretty and sexy. The pearls that I wore for the day looked
great, and they really looked good with this dress. I made the comment
to the saleslady that the other style that I tried on was very sexy
and pretty and made my way to the other velvet formals and started
thumbing through them, and started talking to the saleslady about the
velvet dress style and how they were and how they make velvet dresses
fit a little tighter, so the larger sizes are pPaulably the best way
to go.
The final trip to the change room, found me trying on a form
fitting velvet dark green dress, and it was a style that featured
spaghetti straps and long below the knee skirt and a slit that pretty
well came up to my mid-thigh. As I left the change room, I noted that
the other girls had wrapped up their affairs and Paul and the
saleslady were talking about what I was getting the dress for, and how
he opened his big mouth and now has to buy the dress. I was smiling
from ear to ear as I modeled the dress in front of the mirror, but
even though the dress was pretty and sexy, but I did not really think
the style was for me.
So with that, I told Paul and the saleslady that I wanted to try
on the red velvet formal again, and as I entered the change room, I
knew that Paul would love another chance to talk about the dress in
front of the saleslady and such. Just like I thought, as I left the
change room and started to model the dress, Paul started with his
comments on how pretty I would look and how much I would make a great
impression in front of all his friends. The saleslady started to make
comments about how elegant the dress was and that I would definitely
make a great impression, and with that, we decided this was the dress.
After I changed back into my clothes, and brought the dress out
for the saleslady, I went to Paul's side and held his hand as we
walked to the front desk of the salon, were Paul bought the dress just
like the plan we had talked about. As we left the bridal shop, we left
hand in hand, and was really flattered as I looked in the mirror in
the mall on the way out, only to see me walking hand in hand, with
Paul carrying my dress over his shoulders. Then it was onto the next
stop in our lovely date out, as boyfriend and girlfriend.
I slid myself into the passenger seat of Paul's car, he very
"gentlemanly" held the door open for me and as I sat down, made sure
that my already short suede skirt did the natural thing it does when
you sit down wearing it, and that is ride high up my thigh, only
falling just below the crotch, exposing maximum leg.
The route that we were using to go to the next stop on our date
was a very busy highway here in Southern Ontario, and is a major
artery, and would be very busy even at the time that we were going to
be traveling on it, and our destination was a leather factory outlet
about 15 miles away. As we got onto the highway, I could tell by
Paul's expression that he like the fact that I was showing allot of
leg and we both hoped that we would have some fun watching the
truckers jockey for position to see the "babe in the hot car with the
short skirt almost up to her panties", and I was really excited about
being noticed like this. The truckers were not the only ones
interested in my legs, Paul was warned that the pantyhose were very
silky and sheer and would make my legs irresistible, and I kind of
liked teasing him, but as I found, when you tease, sometimes you have
to accept the consequences. So when I looked over at Paul, and he was
eyeing my legs, I motioned that it was OK to touch and see just how
silky my legs felt. Well the result was that Paul did enjoy my legs
and he kept his hand on my thigh caressing my silky left leg all the
way to the leather shop, and I found that the inner, upper thigh, is
an erogenous zone...... Paul was not the only one that found my legs
exciting, as was expected, Paul and I watched as trucks passed on the
passenger side of us, slowing to get a look at me, and I could not
have been any more thrilled!.
Before we got to the actual leather shop, I mentioned to Paul
that I needed to lose the ladies room, and informed him that there was
a doughnut shop nearby that I could slip into and use the facilities,
so Paul headed there and parked and waited for me to return. I swung
my legs out of the car, once again noting how hard it was to get in
and out of a car in a short and tight skirt, and made my way through
the store to the ladies room in the rear, and in doing that passed two
sets of younger ladies that made sure to check out what I was wearing,
and with coat open they could see exactly how much leg I was daring to
show!. The trip into the ladies room was the first of two trips, and
one that brought back memories of all of the other trips that I have
taken and I was thrilled once again. Once I finished my business I
went to the mirror and adjusted my lipstick and then headed out the
door of the ladies room and through the shop to Paul waiting for me at
the car, who was the perfect gentleman, and opened the door of the car
for me, as I slid back into my seat and we headed for the leather
shop.
Once at the leather shop, Paul and I held hands as we entered and
were greeted by a saleslady, and were asked what we were looking for.
I informed her that I was looking for a suede or leather skirt in a
light purple or mauve colour, and she indicated that she may not have
that colour, but invited us to look at the skirts that they did have.
Well Paul and I looked at the skirts and were disappointed at the
price and selection, but I decided that should not waste the
opportunity to possibly find another colour of leather skirt that
would look good on me, and selected a red leather skirt and headed for
the change rooms. I slipped into the skirt and did not really like the
look or feel of the skirt and proceeded to leave the change room were
I was greeted by Paul and the saleslady, and I nodded "no" to Paul and
he made some negative comments, and then I went back into the change
room and slipped my black suede skirt on. As I came out of the change
room, I noticed that there were some leather pants and made a note to
Paul that I would not mind trying some on.
As we look further at the skirts, the saleslady came back over
and informed us that they had another store in a city nearby that
might have the colour we were looking for, and we thanked her and kept
on looking. Paul and I were about to leave and then Paul mentioned
right in front of the saleslady, "Jennifer, I thought you were
interested in the leather pants", I thanked Paul and went through the
racks and found a size 13, and went to the change room to try them on.
Well!, I don't know if they were the wrong size or what, but they were
snug around the waist and were so baggy and unflattering that I did
not even bother to wear them out of the change room, and once again
proceeded to slip into my black suede skirt, and then it happened
again!, I slightly tripped and put another run in my ultra sheer
pantyhose!, but this one was not that bad, and I thought I could get
away with it, but I found out that the other thing ultra sheer
pantyhose do is get worse very, very fast!. After I left the change
room, Paul made a comment about going to the next store and thanks for
all of the help.
When we left the store we found ourselves on the way to the place
that we had chosen for lunch, and this place was one we were
considering for our formal evening out together dinner establishment.
As I exited the car, I found the temperature was very nice and it was
very comfortable to walk to the restaurant from the parking lot
without a coat, thus I loved walking hand in hand with Paul to the
entrance of the restaurant knowing full well how my skirt rode up as I
walked.
Once in the restaurant, Paul asked for a quiet out of the way
place to be seated and they located us in a part of the restaurant
that was empty and we were seated in a booth by the window, nice and
quiet and romantic, even for daylight hours. I noted the run in my
pantyhose and made plans in my head to go to the ladies room to change
into the emergency pair that I had brought, but first I waited for the
waitress. When the waitress came, I asked in a feminine way were the
"ladies room" was. Paul and I had discussed exactly what I wanted and
he was the perfect gentleman, ordering for me, exclaiming, "and the
lady will have". I was touched and very moved that Paul, was wanting
to play the part of my boyfriend to that degree, and I just smiled
back at him, and knew that things were changing for the both of us, as
far as how we were playing boyfriend and girlfriend.
I waited for my beer that Paul had ordered to arrive, and when it
arrived and I poured the beer into the glass, I started staring at
Paul, and felt that as he looked back at me, we were changing our
roles ever so slightly. I decided to make the best of the situation,
and make the first move in letting Paul know that I was loving all of
the feminine attention he was giving me, and decided to show some
appreciation. I then looked directly at Paul and brought my glass up
to my lips and instead of drinking, let the tip of my tongue slip out
to the outer rim of the glass, and I moved it back and forth slowly
and erotically..... Paul simply smiled and I noticed that he shifted a
little in his seat......
I then grabbed my purse and headed for the washroom and loved the
feel of my skirt riding almost up to my crotch as I walked up the
steep stairs to the ladies room. I entered the ladies room and was
thrilled at being there, the looks and the sights were as always,
wonderful. I found my way to a stall and stripped out of my silky
sheer pantyhose, and got my emergency pair out of my purse, and
slipped them on, they were not silky and sheer like the first pair,
but rather they were lycra and nude and durable. I slipped the silky
sheer pair into my purse and made my way to the makeup mirror and
started adjusting my hair and makeup. I was in the middle of freshing
up my perfume with a spritz to the neck when I got the naughty idea
about the pantyhose that I just removed. I then took the pantyhose
from my purse and sprayed them with a healthy dose of Obsession
perfume, and stuffed them tightly in my right fist.
I left the ladies room and made my way downstairs and came up on
the booth that Paul and I were sitting at, and walked right up to
Paul, and leaned over him and kissed him right on the lips, and I
slipped the perfumed pantyhose into his hands, and as he broke of our
embrace he looked at the pantyhose and stuffed them into in his jacket
pocket. Smiling and looking at my reaction, and his reaction was very
simple, keep up the tease. So when I sat back down, I slipped my foot
out of my right heel and raised it up under the table and decided that
I would caress the bottom of his leg and watched the reaction of Paul,
and enjoyed it, as I went about eating my salad and sipping on my
beer, as if nothing happened. Paul was enjoying the attention and as
he ate and I looked him right in the eye and allowed my stockinged
foot to ride higher up Paul's leg to a place that only made Paul smile
even more..............
As Paul and I finished lunch, we decided that it was time to
leave for the second bridal shop and the next part of our experience.
I allowed Paul to help me slip into the car, by taking advantage
of his chivalry during the day, and this was no exception, and as he
opened the door, I decided that I should repay some of that attention,
by giving Paul a firm, yet thankful kiss, and by Paul's reciprocation,
I knew that things were going very well between us.
As Paul and I once again entered the highway, I made sure that my
skirt was riding nice and high up my thigh, resting just below my
vaginal area. Once again, the truck drivers were jockeying for
position to look at my legs, and once again, I found that Paul had
moved his hands to my thigh and began to caress, and after the
experience that we shared at the lunch restaurant, I began to wonder
as I felt my body reacting to his male caresses.
The date Paul and I set out to be on in the planning stages was
for he and I to "play" the part of boyfriend and girlfriend, and that
was the way things were supposed to go. But as I sat there reflecting
on things, and stared out the window of the car as Paul drove, and
feeling Paul's gentle male advances, I knew that when I slipped on the
suede miniskirt and high heels, and made sure that I was made up
perfectly, that this is the result that deep down, I always was hoping
would happen. I also thought at that time that the formal date Paul
and I were planning for the fall would pPaulably be much different
than originally planned.....
Paul and I discussed the morning's activities and I wondered what
he thought about the last bridal salon, and I told him at that time
that is was going to be an experience that he would never forget, and
as for myself, I was tingling with anticipation. Well, after what
seemed like an hour of driving, actually only 15 minutes, we arrived
at the bridal salon, and as I entered the door, with Paul right behind
me, I was thrilled and very excited and we were immediately greeted by
the saleslady who inquired on the nature of my visit.
I told her exactly what we had planned, that A, I was there to
find a formal gown, and the other purpose was to look for a bridal
gown for a fall wedding date, and that my friend (Paul), was kind
enough to drive me. I informed her that firstly I was going to look
for a formal, then when that was done, I was going to be ready for
trying on wedding dresses, to which she just smiled and showed Paul
and I the way upstairs to find the discount formal area. I made a
teasing comment to Paul, "come on Paul, don't be scared, I need a
hand", and then we retired to upstairs to a small room that featured
three or four large racks full of discounted dresses. I whispered to
Paul to find the dresses that are the cheapest and don't worry about
the style or colour, but look for my size, 13/14. Paul and I started
pulling out one dress after the other and hanging them off to the
side. I could see by the look on Paul's face that he was enjoying
himself looking through all of the formal and feminine gowns, and that
he was enjoying himself.
Once we had a bunch of dresses, Paul once again played the
gentleman and carried them downstairs for me. The change area was
slightly different than any other bridal stores that I have been in,
and one of the main differences was that the area or pedestal to stand
and model your dress in the mirror was near the main door and was not
as well lighted, but it was special and feminine in all the ways I
needed it to be. I asked Paul to hang them up in an open stall, and I
started to undress and change into the gowns, one by one. Well, as
expected, most of the dresses that Paul and I found were size 11/12,
and like I thought, would not even do up as I slipped them on. I did
manage to slip into a few dresses, and the ones that might have been
able to be done up, with a little work, I left the stall and the
saleswoman immediately came over and helped my do them up, most of
them with no success. I came across one dress, a very pretty and
feminine fuchsia formal, definitely a bridesmaid's dress, and even
though it was a size 11, it fit perfectly, with no fighting to get the
zipper up, and when the saleslady saw my look in the mirror as I
stared in approval, I saw her look over to Paul and quietly saying "I
think she likes it", at that instant I looked over at her and said,
"definitely". I had a couple more dresses to try on and as I entered
the change room, and drew the curtain across, I motioned for Paul to
come and see me. When Paul came over I whispered for him to go
upstairs and see if he could find anything else. I tried on a few more
dresses in the change room, with no success.
Right in the middle of changing out of one of these dresses, Paul
opened the curtain slightly to hand me another dress, and my reaction,
which came out 100% by surprise to me was "Sweetie, please, I'm
naked", and later Paul told me that when he looked back at the
saleslady that she had a smile on her face, it was a special moment
that was a highlight of the day. After trying to squeeze into the
dress that Paul handed me, I decided that the fuchsia bridesmaid's
formal was the dress I wanted, and I slipped back into that. As I came
back out of the change room, and made my way to the mirrored area of
the store, I knew this was my dress. The saleslady was good, and as
she zipped me up, said, "I knew you chose this dress the first time,
just by the look in your eyes", and she was right. After looking at
myself again in the dress, I stated that this was the dress that I
wanted and after the saleslady made a comment about fixing something
up on the dress, I said, "great, then let's look at bridal gowns".
The saleslady then took charge, something that I was really happy
about, and said, "now my dear, do you have a style of dress in mind?",
to which I answered, "oh yes, I most certainly do", and proceeded to
pull out the clip outs of the bridal magazines, to which she informed
me how organized I was compared to other girls shopping for their
wedding dresses, and I just told her that I wanted the perfect dress
for the very special occasion of my life. After looking at the
pictures for a few seconds, she said "I'll be right back", and she
went into another room of the store and returned with about 3 gowns,
and proceeded to hang them up in the stall next to the one I was using
for trying on the formal bridesmaid's gowns, and invited me to slip
into the first one, informing me that this was not my size and that
things would be a little tight. As I walked into the stall she then
asked me, "by the way dear, what is your name", and I was thrilled by
the comment and of course answered her.
I was thrilled as I slipped into the first gown, and had a tough
time squeezing my wrists through the cuffs of the dress, but I
managed. As I left the change room for the first time, I was not
wearing my heels as I made my way to the podium, but I was thrilled
once again to be walking in a wedding dress, and the feeling of the
fabric against my body was fantastic!. As I stood on the podium, I
felt the saleslady start to do up as many buttons as she could, and
for the first dress, decided to squeeze the back of the dress fabric,
and I looked on. I was admiring the dress and just as planned, looked
over at Paul, and said, "my this dress looks so pretty, I only wish my
mother and sister could see this one", to which Paul inquired about
taking pictures and then things worked out perfectly, and before I
knew it, Paul was snapping away, for a permanent memory of the day.
Just after the first dress, the saleslady came up to me and touched me
on the arm and spoke softly, and said, "what is your budget dear?",
and I replied, as planned, "my parents have told me that they are
paying for the gown, and whatever I find, as long as it is under $1500
is alright". She looked at me in the eyes and said, "fine, I know
exactly what to get for you".
The next several minutes were like a whirlwind, with the
saleslady having slip in and out of dress after dress, and I was
loving every minute of it. I paused her at one point and asked if the
shop had any gowns in the style that I was looking for with an Organza
skirt, and she left me and came back in a few minutes and passed me a
beautiful dress to me in the change room. Even though the dress was
two sizes larger than my size, she said that I would be "floating" in
the dress, but not to worry about it, and that we would get the
general idea of how the dress would look. Slipping into the dress was
wonderful and the organza train and full skirt was wonderful, and was
a dream to wear, and she was right, it was like a tent on my body and
I listen to what the saleslady had to say and just admired the beauty
of the dress. I loved modeling this dress in particular in front of
the large mirror, the train was all organza and looked so wonderful as
the saleslady flared out the skirt and made it land all over the
floor, oh so feminine and pretty, I looked over at Paul about that
time and I knew that he could tell I was in feminine heaven. The
Organza gown had a very, very low back on it, even lower than the bra
that I was wearing and she told me, "if you decide on this dress, I
have a solution for your bra". I smiled and said thank you and was
tickled pink at the comment and the fact that I was really, really
being accepted as a bride and more importantly as a woman.
Eventually, I found myself deciding on one dress, just like I was
buying a wedding dress for real, and the one I decided on was $800,
and was a dream to wear and to look at myself in the mirror in. So the
last thing wedding gown that I tried on was a dress that was just like
the wedding dress that I had fallen in love with in the bridal
magazine, and I don't think I can do it justice with words, but it was
a dress much like the wedding gown I wore when I was married, except
the material around the breast was more see-through, and the skirt had
more lace trim around the edges. I found myself on the podium saying
that this was the dress that I loved and that I wanted to stay with
this one. The saleslady was the same way with the wedding dress as the
bridesmaids dress and said that she could see by the look in my eye
that this was the perfect dress for me, and the one I had wanted from
the beginning. Finally I said, "well now I have decided on the dress,
can I try on headpieces?", to which the saleslady reacted, "what would
you like in the way of a headpiece".
I then went on to describe a headpiece that would be long at the
back, and most importantly I stressed that I wanted to have a veil for
the wedding, just to make my look more intriguing and exciting for my
groom to be. The saleslady then went on to say that the veil was
something that would be considered after I got the headpiece as it was
a separate item that is added to the headpiece. Well she disappeared
once again and then returned with a few headpieces.
As I stood there, the saleslady slipped the headpiece on my head,
making sure to press the comb into my hair. I stood there patiently,
as she approached me and put the headpiece into my hair. staring all
the time at my image in the beautiful wedding gown as she went about
her business. Once the headpiece was on my head, she fluffed it out
the back and got a mirror and stood behind me to let me see exactly
how I looked, and I must admit, I was once again in awe at myself, and
how the wedding ensemble looked. When the second headpiece was being
lowered onto my head, the saleslady commented, "what lovely thick hair
my dear, I am sure that you will have no pPaullem on your wedding day
keeping the headpiece in place". I was thrilled at the comments, yet I
hoped that she would not tug too much at my hair, but that was not the
case and everything worked out well.
Just before I was to leave the podium, two girls walked in the
front door and started to inquire about seeing the owner for an
appointment to try on wedding dresses. Both of them were only a few
feet away from me, and one of them looked at me and said, "wow, how
pretty", and I mouthed back, "thank-you". Shortly after that I had one
last look at the dress and the headpiece, and asked the saleslady to
unbutton me and after that I returned to the stall and slipped out of
the dress and into my short black skirt, sweater and heels.
After leaving the stall, I went to the front desk and completed
the motions like any other bride would, and made sure that the
saleslady had recorded the dress and headpiece number just in case I
was going to return, so that my "mother and sister" could see how
beautiful the dress was. Once all of that was complete, I left the
store with Paul, and we got back into the car and headed for my house.
I was thrilled with the day and loved every minute of it, and
held Paul's hand all the way home. Once at home, Paul helped me into
the house with my purchases, both the bridesmaid's dress and the
velvet formal. Paul helped me slip into the formal velvet dress and
proceeded to snap a ton of pictures of the dress as I posed around the
basement in it. I felt so wonderful in the dress, and I even slipped
on the heels that I was going to wear during the date, a black 4"
patent heels, and with that, I got the idea that Paul and I should
practice dancing, just so I could get used to dancing with him, and
make sure the heels were manageable. Well the dancing was very
"proper" for the first little while, but then a seductive slow song
came on the radio and Paul dimmed the lights and we were dancing for
real, very slow and very close, and I got to experience what a woman
that is turning on her man does when hugged close to his
body..........
That is about it were the day was left, Paul said good-bye and we
kissed and smiled at each other knowing that the date ahead was going
to be very special, and that the time we had spent together during the
18th of February was a major turning point in our Male-Female
relationship, and the formal date in March was going to be much
different than originally planned.
