chloecashmere
09-17-2020, 07:26 PM
Last year I was so heavily dosed with a fuschia fog that every Saturday morning I would slide the same lace-trimmed satin thong up my legs, trap them snuggly against me with black, high-waist skinny jeans (three button fastening), and floated on a short white female cut tee and short black crew-neck button up cashmere cardigan on top, over no bra. My feet would be zipped into black leather ankle booties with a two and half inch heel.
I would drive to mall parking lots and daringly leave my car when the most immediate passers-by appeared to my prejudices to be the more open-kind . I would walk up and down and around and back and forth, just feeling the temperature of being so exposed and outed to these strangers.
?Cuuute outfit? said one lady with long finger nails that she rolled at me cat-like as she spoke.
?I love your outfit!? Shouted one young lady across rows of parked cars. That was on my denim-skirt day.
Other ladies smiled broadly, some smirked at each other. Some men watched and watched and watched from their cars. Intently. Discreetly. Curiously
The finest culmination came on one Saturday morning, early, as the doors opened. I clicked into Nordstrom, my heels loud. This time I was in the jeans and cardigan outfit. The store already fill of pretty ladies examining the gorgeous folds of materials on the racks.
I had called ahead. The fog was deep.
?Hi. I?m looking for the TopShop leather mini skirt. It has like these jewels on the front?
?Oh yeah. You called, right??
?I did, yes?
? I think we have one left in the sales section over here? She led me at a pace to the sales racks. She was so stylish and cool. ?It?s a size 8, but TopShop usually fits a little small?
? I?m an 8. Fingers crossed. I don?t mind if it?s snug. Can I try it on?? I ask. My heart starts to thump heavily in my neck.
She hesitates. I guess that She?s wondering if it?s ok for me to go to the ladies. ?Sure. Just over here?
I follow her confident pace once more through the maze of rich fabrics.
I?m only in the fitting room for a couple of minutes before she asks how I?m doing. The skirt feel very snug, very high and is scandalously sexy. Underneath are the stockings I brought with me, adding to the picture.
I?m about to step out and talk to this beautiful stylish woman about the leather mini skirt I?m wearing. She?ll see my full ensemble, the girly cashmere cardigan, the stockings and heels.
I take a breath and open the door before I can then too much about it. I?m out in front of her and the mirrors.
?Oh wow. It fits beautifully? she inspects me up and down keenly and expertly.
?Am I wearing it too high?? I ask, going to pull it down a little but its too tight.
?Oh no. It looks great. You can wear it with that cardigan too?
The pink fog hits me hard and pushes me further into the abyss.
?Can... can I wear it out the store??
?Absolutely?
I follow her to the register and she rings up the purchase. We small talk. Where am I going later? Would I like a bag for my jeans.
Then I walk to the exit.
On the way I do three laps of the gorgeous clothes and so many pretty women.
The beam huge grins at me. They love seeing me like this.
My heels click. My cardigan gently moves, flapping open. My leather skirt feels thick and soft and daring. I?m Submissive and vulnerable, yet powerful at the same time. Is this how a woman feels when she wears it? Every eye is on me.
When I get home, my excitement is evident.
I would drive to mall parking lots and daringly leave my car when the most immediate passers-by appeared to my prejudices to be the more open-kind . I would walk up and down and around and back and forth, just feeling the temperature of being so exposed and outed to these strangers.
?Cuuute outfit? said one lady with long finger nails that she rolled at me cat-like as she spoke.
?I love your outfit!? Shouted one young lady across rows of parked cars. That was on my denim-skirt day.
Other ladies smiled broadly, some smirked at each other. Some men watched and watched and watched from their cars. Intently. Discreetly. Curiously
The finest culmination came on one Saturday morning, early, as the doors opened. I clicked into Nordstrom, my heels loud. This time I was in the jeans and cardigan outfit. The store already fill of pretty ladies examining the gorgeous folds of materials on the racks.
I had called ahead. The fog was deep.
?Hi. I?m looking for the TopShop leather mini skirt. It has like these jewels on the front?
?Oh yeah. You called, right??
?I did, yes?
? I think we have one left in the sales section over here? She led me at a pace to the sales racks. She was so stylish and cool. ?It?s a size 8, but TopShop usually fits a little small?
? I?m an 8. Fingers crossed. I don?t mind if it?s snug. Can I try it on?? I ask. My heart starts to thump heavily in my neck.
She hesitates. I guess that She?s wondering if it?s ok for me to go to the ladies. ?Sure. Just over here?
I follow her confident pace once more through the maze of rich fabrics.
I?m only in the fitting room for a couple of minutes before she asks how I?m doing. The skirt feel very snug, very high and is scandalously sexy. Underneath are the stockings I brought with me, adding to the picture.
I?m about to step out and talk to this beautiful stylish woman about the leather mini skirt I?m wearing. She?ll see my full ensemble, the girly cashmere cardigan, the stockings and heels.
I take a breath and open the door before I can then too much about it. I?m out in front of her and the mirrors.
?Oh wow. It fits beautifully? she inspects me up and down keenly and expertly.
?Am I wearing it too high?? I ask, going to pull it down a little but its too tight.
?Oh no. It looks great. You can wear it with that cardigan too?
The pink fog hits me hard and pushes me further into the abyss.
?Can... can I wear it out the store??
?Absolutely?
I follow her to the register and she rings up the purchase. We small talk. Where am I going later? Would I like a bag for my jeans.
Then I walk to the exit.
On the way I do three laps of the gorgeous clothes and so many pretty women.
The beam huge grins at me. They love seeing me like this.
My heels click. My cardigan gently moves, flapping open. My leather skirt feels thick and soft and daring. I?m Submissive and vulnerable, yet powerful at the same time. Is this how a woman feels when she wears it? Every eye is on me.
When I get home, my excitement is evident.