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Karen, My School Teacher - Part 15
By HosieryQueen
Part 15
I saw that we’d went to the mall. We parked the car and walked inside.
“Where are we going?”
There weren't a lot of people because it was still early.
“You Victoria, are going to a hairdresser, to get your hair done. It's at the other end of the mall!”
We kept walking. And I saw men looking at me and Karen. Even men with their wives and baby’s were checking us out. Mmmm, I’d never been out in daylight like this before - only late nights - but this just felt so right. I love everything about being a woman. And I was so meant to be a pretty, long-legged, pantyhose girl.
We arrived, and Karen just spoke up. “Morning! I'd like to see if you could find a nice haircut for my daughter here!? She is looking for something new!”
I liked when Karen called me her daughter. I don't know why she did it, but I didn't mind at all.
A young lady stood behind the desk; blonde hair, big breasts, and a short tight black dress. She looked very nice, but she couldn't have been much older than me - around 19.
“Yeah, I’ve got time now. Not much going on anyway on a Monday like this. What did you had mind?” She looked at me, but my face turned red because I was looking at her breasts, and she definitely saw that.
“Ehmm. I haven't really thought about it!”
She smiled and giggled a little. “I'm sure we can find something that suits you! Though it needs a little work I see!”
“I have to go visit the farm and horses. There are some things I need taking care first, then we can drive to our new home. But when you’re done here, I want you text me, because I need you to go to the tailor, and you need to go see a friend of mine also. And I’m not really sure when I’m done...maybe I have to stay there a couple of nights. But I’ll let you know! You just use my card. Save your money for something for yourself. Love you, sweetie!” She kissed me on the cheek and went off.
I felt so confident when she was here, but now I became a little shy.
* * *
“So if you follow me to the sink...we’ll start washing your hair!”
I followed her, and as I came around the corner, I could see she had black sheer pantyhose on, with like a net pattern on them. She even wore sandals and had black nail polish on her toes and fingers. The pantyhose had a shine to them, and they looked like a decent pair of pantyhose. No runs, no little holes - just amazing looking pantyhose legs. And her feet were so cute and small.
I was only 1.70m high, and she was half a head shorter than me. I sat down by the sink and put my head back, and she gently started washing my hair.
“Is the water good?”
“Yes, it is!”
She soaped my hair up and gave me a head rub. Mmmm, it felt so nice and relaxing. I closed my eyes, and I don't know why, but there came a little gently moan out of me. “Mmm.”
Her hands stopped for a second, but she kept on going. “You ever had your hair washed before like this? Seems like you like it! He-he!”
I blushed and didn't know what to say. “No, never. I must say you’re really good at washing hair!” It sounded stupid when I said it.
“He-he...thanks!”
She rinsed my hair of soap and put a towel on my head, then guided me over to a chair.
“Would you like a cup of coffee or water?”
“Water, please!”
“Coming right up!” She went out back and came back with a bottle of water and an apron. She put the water down on the mirror table in front of me. She removed the towel, dried my hair and put the apron on me.
“So what kinda hairstyle are you after? Modern or old school. Flashy or more discrete?”
I looked at myself in the mirror and she looked at me also. “I must confess that I usually wear a wig because I hate my hair. So any suggestions would be very much appreciated!”
She pulled a little on my hair. “Why would you wear a wig when you got this thick fluffy hair with natural curls in it? If you just took more care of it, then you would have beautiful hair! So let's do something about it! I’ve got something in mind!”
I was a bit scared, but also excited. She started to cut the edges of my long black hair.
“I envy people with your kinda hair. I’ve got very thin hair and need extensions. Trust me, that’s no fun!”
I smiled at her. “But your hair is very pretty! I like it!”
She giggled. And she was just the cutest little girl. “Thanks, he-he!”
As she cut my hair, she sat on a little hairdresser’s stool with small wheels on it for her to move around while seated. I looked down at her pantyhose feet - they looked so amazing and sexy - the cutest small pantyhose feet. And her small height meant that she stood on her tippy toes to slide around with the chair - and I couldn't stop looking at them! Stunning feet on tippy toes, with black nail polish in black sheer pantyhose with a net pattern and sandals. Oh my god, was she sexy! It was getting a little hot, so I drank some of my water.
“So have you worked here for a long time?”
“He-he...yeah, I have! This is my mother’s shop! So I’ve been here since I was 12, I think. So, for 4 years I have been here!”
I was very surprised. “What? You are only 16? Don’t you go to school?”
“He-he. I can see how you would think that, but no. I was homeschooled because my father was very strict about what I should learn, and always said that normal school wasn't good enough for their little girl. What a load of crap! Anyway. My parents weren't really around. But my mom wanted me to learn about business, so took me under her wing. Though my mom is away a lot on like hair conventions, etc., I even saw my dad less than my mom. He is always at his law firm and has got an apartment in another city, and only visits once a month! I'm sorry, I just keep babbling about my life! So, what do you do?”
‘Ehmm, yeah, what did I do?’
“Good question! I am in bit of weird spot. A lot is happening right now, but I think I wanna open a business of some sort. What exactly, I don't know yet!”
She rolled her stool in front of me, and as she did, her legs spread apart and she tapped my thigh. “Please move your leg a little...that sounds cool! So you wanna be a businesswoman? Just don't be like my mom!”
I moved it and one of my legs was now between her pantyhose thighs. She cut my hair and her hosed leg rubbed against my white opaque pantyhose. She went even closer and I could see down her cleavage. Oh my god, this girl was sexy and cute - and I could smell her lovely perfume. Again, I think she saw me, because her eyes wandered off and I saw a little smile on her pretty face.
Now she was done cutting my hair. “I really like your outfit...a bit rockabilly style. So I think that I’m gonna make your hair a dark pink colour. So when your dark hair grows, it will still look stylish! What you say...wanna give it a shot?”
I’d never thought about getting a colour like that. I looked in the mirror and imagined how it would look on me.
Yess, pink hair! “Oh my god, yes. What a great idea!”
“Well it is kinda my job to know what looks good and not...but thanks! Though I’m not really allowed to colour people’s hair yet...from my mom...but I’ve done it a lot on my friends, so don’t worry. We are not even allowed to have those colours in the shop...but I hide them back in the shop. Shhh...don’t tell my mom!” and she laughed out loud, as she went to get the colours. She came back with the colour. “It needs to be in your hair for an hour, so I’ve set the dryer on for it to go a bit faster!” She mixed the dark pink colour in my hair. “I must say I love your outfit! A little vintage style over it...and your shoes are totally adorable!”
I blushed a little, and I said “Thanks. I really like your dress, and your pantyhose!”
She smiled to me in the mirror. “Thanks! Yeah, I’ve had thing for pantyhose since I was little. So I wear them almost all of the time!”
Just a girl after my own heart! This was so good! And without even thinking about it, I said “You are not gonna believe it, but I also have a thing for pantyhose!”
We looked at each other in the mirror - for like 5 seconds - then we both burst out in laughter. She was done putting colour on my hair, and put the dryer over my head.
“It makes some noise, but it only takes 30 minutes instead of an hour. I'm just gonna go to ‘Starbucks’ to get a coffee...it’s not the best in here. Want anything?”
“Maybe a cafe latte with a caramel shot!?”
She smiled. “Sure I can! I think I’m gonna try that too. If anyone comes, just say I’ll be back in 10 minutes. Ok?”
I smiled back “Ok! Sorry, I didn't catch your name?”
“My name is Megan! And yours?”
“I’m Victoria. Thanks for getting me a coffee too, Megan!”
She giggled. “You’re welcome, Victoria!” and she left.
Oh, I really liked that girl. She wasn't very tall, but with nice big breasts and damn hot ass. And then those cute little pantyhose feet! But I really just liked talking with her. Mmmm. I picked out my phone from my purse and texted Karen.
‘Hi Karen. The hairdresser that is doing my hair is just the cutest thing on 2 pretty pantyhosed legs and has adorable little nylon feet. If anything happens between us, may I please be with her? Love from Victoria. Kiss Kiss’
A woman came inside the hair salon. She walked up to me and just looked at me with this empty stare, and said “Oh my god. Not again!” She then continued out back, but came back in like a second. “Have you seen my daughter?”
Yeah, I was right, it was her mother - and did not seem nice at all! Leather pants and a white shirt and dark red sneakers. Not my style for sure. “Yes, she is getting some coffee, and doing my hair!”
She almost started shouting at me. “But we don't do hair colours like that! This is not some fucking new-age hairdresser salon! This is my salon!”
I stayed calm, but really wanted to shout right back at her. “You should give your daughter a chance! You may be surprised!”
And right there, Megan came around the corner with 2 coffees in each hand. “I’ve got your latte right...” She saw her mom, and I could see it in her eyes. She was scared, and looked down at the ground and placed the coffees by the mirror table by me.
“I need a moment with you, Megan, in the back. Now!”
They both walked out back to their little break room, but it didn't help a lot, because I heard every word that was said...
“How many times have I told you not to do this in my shop? We are a classy hairdresser salon! I don't need these hipsters in with their disgusting hair in my salon! This is your last warning...or else your savings are gone from your account! Get that?” She walked out past me and was about to walk out of the salon.
Megan came out and started shouting at her. “Well if you take my savings, I’ll just find another job!”
Her mom walked back over to her. “If you ever think about finding another job, then you move out of the house too! We made you what you are today! Without us, you are nothing!”
They were standing face to face. I could see that this was about to go wrong, so I slowly stepped out of my chair. Then Megan told her mom...
“You guys are never fucking there!”
I saw her mom raise her hand and was about to hit her own daughter. But just before she did, I grabbed her arm and stopped her. I was fucking furious, that the anger made me feel strong for a second. I pushed her up against the wall, still holding firmly around her arm.
“You let your 16 year old daughter work here all alone! She needs her mom...Not a fucking boss! I think you better leave before I call the cops for hitting your daughter!”
She was so caught off-guard and looked very surprised. “Let go right now!”
I slowly loosened my grip. “If you ever threaten Megan again, then I will show you what a threat really is! Got that?” Her mother shook her head. “Go!” And she ran out of the store pretty quickly. Megan just stood and didn't really know what she’d just seen. “I'm so sorry, Megan, but she just made me so fucking mad...your mom, I mean!”
“Please sit down and let me finish your hair!” I sat down and she put the dryer over my head again. “Here is your coffee!”
She was still figuring out how she was feeling. She seemed a little lost. We drank our coffee and smiled a bit awkwardly to each other for 2 minutes. Then she walked out back. Then the alarm on the dryer went off, and she came out and removed it.
“Now let’s wash the rest of colour out and let’s see how it looks!” She sat me down by the sink and started washing my hair again. “Thank you! I mean, for helping me out with my mom! I should have stood up against them a long time ago, but I’m just too scared of losing everything! You heard my mom!”
I felt pretty sad for her. “Don't mention it! I can understand why you’re scared! Heard the saying, ‘From something bad, always comes something good’? Think I heard it in some movie once!”
We both started laughing again. “He-he. What I mean is, sometimes it's true!”
“Ha-ha! Yeah, I know what you mean! Like things happens for a reason...and tends to work out anyway somehow!” She put a towel on my head and we walked back to our seat.
“Yeah, exactly what I meant!”
We both smiled and drank some of our latte.
“So are you ready to see your new hair colour?”
I felt my phone vibrate - must be Karen answering my message. I pressed the icon, and up popped a picture of Karen's yellow opaque pantyhose legs and feet. Then like 10 seconds after, a message with it...
‘Yes you may, sweety. Love Karen’
I looked in the mirror and her eyes shifted away from my phone - she had seen the picture of Karen's pretty pantyhose legs. I quickly wrote a message back...
‘I miss you already. But don't make me horny now. Bye’
2 seconds later a return message...
‘Ha-ha Bye Sweety. Enjoy’
I put the phone away. She had not taken off the towel yet. She must have watched what I’d wrote to Karen. Our eyes met. We smiled, and kinda both snapped out of it.
“Ehmm. yeah...Let's take a look!” She pulled the towel off.
Oh my god, I loved the new colour of my hair! Such a nice rich dark pink colour. I looked so different. It threw away all the doubt that it reminded me of my guy self. This was so much me. It just made me complete.
“My god, I love it, Megan! It is so pretty!”
Her smile grew from ear to ear. “Thanks! I knew it would look perfect for you. Kinda rockabilly hair style I was going for. With your modern vintage-style look, it will be fantastic!”
“I absolutely love it, Megan. You really did an amazing job!”
Then she took out a hair dryer and started to dry it. “Thanks. Not many compliment me!”
The colour became even more gorgeous to look at when it dried, and she kept on combing my hair.
“Well I think you’re maybe working at the wrong place!”
“Yeah, I know...but I can't really do anything about it! Anyway, enough about me. I think I might curl your hair even more!” She picked up a curling iron, and set off to do my hair. I still felt sad for her, but it's wasn’t good for her to be here. As I wondered how I best was going to help her, I heard a little cough and she said “Sooo...Is that normal that your mom...Ehmm...does that?”
Oh no. What was I gonna say to her? Maybe the truth!?
“What you mean?”
“That she sends you a picture of her legs in pantyhose!? Just seems weird to me!”
I blushed. “It is not really my mom. It’s kinda complicated!”
My hair looked so fucking good, and my big fluffy curls lit up. So beautiful.
“She is your lover, isn't she?”
I thought for a second. “Well maybe not that complicated anyway. Yes, she is!”
She took the apron off me and I stood up and looked myself in the mirror. She was so right. I would never ever wear a wig again! My hair fit my style and I was so happy for it. “You’re really
lucky that you’ve got someone who loves you! Very pretty woman you’ve got. So let me just see how much you owe me!”
“Thanks. I really love her too! Well if you get kicked out of your parent’s house; give me a call...since I sorta came between you and mom! So if anything happens, give me a call!” I took a piece of paper from the desk and wrote my phone number down for her. She took the number and put it in her purse she had stashed under the desk.
“Thanks! But she gets that way from time to time. It will be fine. Don’t worry your pretty head about it! Well the total cost of the hair, with colour and work time, Is 112 dollars!”
I pulled out a stack of money from my purse and handed her 200 dollars. She opened the register and was about to give me change.
“No no. I can't tell how much I love my new hair. Please keep the change, or keep it all...I don't care!”
We both laughed.
“Thanks a lot. Here, take this...it keeps those pretty curls fluffy!” She took some foam hair spray and gave it to me.
“Thanks. Well nice meeting you, Megan!”
She smiled “Very nice to meet you too. Bye!” She gave me a little flirty smile.
“Bye!” Damn, so cute.
I walked out of the salon and found a bench in the mall I could sit at. I picked up my phone and rang Karen. She picked up...
“Hi Victoria! You are such a good girl asking for permission. I really think that spanking worked. But if you’re with a girl, you don't need my permission. With guys on the other hand, you do! Ok?”
I was a bit surprised. “Ok. Thanks. You made me pretty horny with your pretty yellow pantyhose-encased legs and feet. I miss you already!”
“I miss you too, hun. But actually I need to stay till next week. So be nice girl and behave yourself!”
“I will, Karen. Hope nothing is wrong?”
“Nah, not really. I just need to wait for the veterinarian to come by and check the horses and fill out some forms. And I get to spend some time with my daughter! I'll be home again before you know it!”
“Ok Karen. I'll see you soon then. Bye!”
“Wait a minute. You are not done in the mall. Go to the tailor and pick up your uniforms I had made for you. After that, I need you to go to the tattoo shop and ask for Flora!”
I was in a bit of a shock when she told me that. “Sorry Karen, but I can't get a tattoo! I'm scared of needles!”
She started laughing. “It is going to be fine. She is really good and gentle with people. And besides, you don't want a spanking when I get home? Do you, sweety?”
I have never seen a tattoo on Karen, so pretty odd she knows one. But I did not want a spanking from her. “Ok, I’ll do it. Please stop with the spanking threat. Don't worry, I do it!”
“Good girl. Send me a picture of the tattoo when it's done! Now, I gotta go. Talk to you soon. Bye!”
“Bye, Karen!”
I put my phone back in my purse and went off.
* * *
I found a map over the mall and located the tailor’s and tattoo shops. I continued walking and noticed guys turning their heads after me. I felt a bit embarrassed. I was all by myself in the mall at around 10 o'clock in the morning. I walked past a group of young men - there were 4 of them.
“Wow, baby! Great legs!”
I snuck my shoulders to my head and held around my purse and was trying to walk past them, but they got in my way and stood in front of me. “Excuse me. Can you please move?”
They did not at all. I saw other people look over here, but no one did anything. They gathered around me - and one smacked my bottom.
“HEY! What the fuck you doin’?”
They laughed.
“Mmm...look at those tits! You can see through her shirt!” one of the others pulled at my leather jacket. “Take it off so we can see those tits! I like your pink hair. So cute! Bet you look really cute when you feel my cock inside your pussy!?”
There came a security guard running. They heard him coming and ran away. He came up to me - A very fit, middle-aged man. He looked cute in his uniform. “Hi. Are you ok? Did they harm you?”
“No, I’m fine thanks to you! I don't know why they did that!”
“I can tell you why! Those young boys have got no manners, and think they can take and grope anything. And of course, because you’re the prettiest woman here! Well stay safe, ma’am!”
I needed to thank him. “Hold on Mr. Can I take a selfie with you? After all, you saved me from those bad boys!?”
He smiled. “Never been asked that before! But sure, why not?” I squeezed together and took a selfie with him. “There you go. Have a nice day!” and he walked away.
I saved the picture I’d just taken and sent it to Karen with the text...
‘He just saved me from 4 boys trying to grope me. Can I thank him with a BJ?’
I followed him from a distance, and then I got a text back...
‘What? That pink colour is fabulous on you, my love. Kiss. If he really saved my princess, then I think it's your duty to serve his cock a BJ, hunny. Enjoy’
I kept on following him.
‘Thank you, Karen. Kisses, Victoria’
He went down the aisle where the toilets were and he went into the big handicapped toilet to check it. As soon as he went inside that, I went in behind him. I pressed the switch and the doors slid closed. He turned around, surprised at seeing me there.
“Hi, you again. What you doing in here?”
I gave him a flirty smile. And then a bulb light up and he knew it now!
“Hey, I’m a happily married man!”
I moved in close. So close that he bumped down on the toilet. “But you saved me Mr. No one needs to know!”
“Please stop. You are really cute! No...I mean damn fucking cute! But I really can't cheat on my wife!”
My hands found the zipper in his pants. I unzipped him and reached inside. I felt all over it. “Uhhh...no boxers or anything. You bad bad boy!”
Mmmm, it was already semi-erect and yet still had trouble getting it out of his zipper hole. Then I got his cock out, and I pulled back his foreskin and out emerged was a beautiful shaped cock head. His body twitched.
And heard him whisper stuff, “Oh my god, she is irresistible! Please forgive me Jill!”
He looked down at me, and as I looked at him, I gently started stroking his cock. I licked from his balls and up his shaft to his dick head. As I did, his cock was fully erect and was rock-solid. He was pretty big.
“I see why your wife likes you!”
“Fuck, I can’t take this! You’re the hottest women I’ve ever seen! But please, I’m begging you, stop. The only person who’s sucked my cock is my wife! My cock belongs to her!”
Then I glided my mouth over his cock and did like 5 blows. His head just tilted back and he closed his eyes. “Now Jill is not the only woman who sucked you!” And I kept sucking his cock.
“I am sorry, Jill, but she is so much better than you. AHH. Man, that feels amazing!”
He slowly thrust up and down. And I felt his big pretty cock deeper and deeper inside my mouth. He was about to take a hold of my head, but as soon as I felt it, I smacked his hand away, and mumbled. “Don’t touch my hair!”
He went on faster and faster. “Sorry ma’am. My god, I’m gonna cum!” I heard him start on those manly moaning.
“Fuck Yeah! Mmmm!” He tensed up and he tried to push me away, but I sucked his cock and pushed his throbbing cock all the way in my throat. “No no no no. I can’t cum inside...AARRHHH!”
He shot his load down my throat and he filled me up with his warm tasty cum. I let go as he was done cumming. He cummed so much that I spilt some on my breasts.
I stood up. I adjusted my skirt, washed my hands and wiped my mouth. “You better get your sloppy cock in your pants. Bye, and thanks for the treat!”
He jumped up as I opened the door and continued my journey to the tailor shop.
* * *
I arrived by this old style, fancy tailor place and saw a woman behind the counter. I walked up to her. “Hi, I’m here to pick up something for Victoria!”
She looked like a snob and stuck her head down and searched for my name, in like a big book. “Victoria Ellwood. Yes, follow me please!” She walked further out back where there were 4 little rooms that were used for trying on their tailor-made clothes. “Come on in. I won't bite! Take off your clothes and I’ll be right back!”
Shit! I did not even have panties on underneath! I wasn't really expecting to try on clothes. I took my leather jacket off and my see-thru shirt and put it on the chair. I left my black lace bra and my pink skirt on. She came back with 3 little l****a maid dresses - 2 black and one pink. They were absolutely stunning. She shut the door and looked at me.
“I really don't have time for this. Take off your clothes...you can leave your pantyhose on. Chop chop!”
She unpacked one of the black dressed from its protecting plastic. I slowly reached up and undid my bra strap. She put the dress down and came over and pulled my pink skirt down. At first she did not see.
“Lift your feet!”
I did, and she took of my heels and pulled away my skirt. I stood now with my tits out, only in my white opaque pantyhose looking at myself in 3 full-body mirrors in front of me. She picked up the dress from the chair, came over 2 me and was about to give me it on when she kinda saw my ‘surprise’ between my legs.
“Wooow!” She got closer she stood behind me and I could see in the mirror she was full-on looking at my tiny dick. “Ehmmm...That is a dick! Is it real?”
I got very embarrassed about it. “Yes, Miss!”
“Let's pretend that I didn't see that! So Victoria, let’s try on the dress to see if I made the measurements right!” She had changed her tone somewhat. I mean, she didn't seem as much of a snob. Pretty elderly woman in like a business suit style with shiny suntan pantyhose. Brown hair with glasses. A very classy woman. Her perfume was so exotic, it smelled so nice. She moved closer to me, and helped me on with the dress. “Put up your arms please!”
I did, and she slid the dress over my body. The dress was made from satin, so it didn't stretch very much, but it felt so nice against my skin, and fit me snugly. Then she put her hand down my dress and lifted my tits up, and to my surprise I saw there was nothing from the dress covering my tits. Her hands were a bit cold. “Uhhh!” My nipples got very perky and hard. I even felt my tiny dick come to life. Her eyes looked at my nipples and I saw a smirky smile from her.
“Sorry for my cold hands!”
My face turned red, and I smiled shyly back. “It’s ok, Miss!” I tried to think of something else. “You smell very lovely! What is the name of it?”
She then pulled out a white fluffy underskirt. “Thanks! This is ‘Prada’, ‘La Femme Intense’. One of my favourites! Please lift your feet and step in the underskirt!”
I did, and she pulled it up under the dress. I could feel her hands touching my pantyhose bum, to set the fluffy skirt right. That did not help my tiny dick. Luckily she did not see my semi-erect dick. “I need to get myself that perfume!”
She stood up and looked at me in the mirror, to see if everything fit as it should. “To be honest, I don’t think it’s you! My daughter uses one...Oh, what's it called again...?” She walked over to the table towards 3 boxes. She opened the first one, and put it aside. Then she opened the next one and took out a black corset in silk, with laces in the back. At first it just looked plain black. “That's it! It’s from ‘Burberry’, and the scent is called ‘My Burberry Blush’. That would suit you so nicely!”
She put her hands around me and put on the black corset. As the light hit it, I saw like a flowery pattern in it. And the corset was the part that covered my breasts. She slowly started to lace the corset.
“Sooo...have you been a girl a long time?”
As she tightened the corset, it gave me more and more like an hourglass figure shape. My breasts got pressed nicely in the cups of the corset and gave me like a nice cleavage. It felt amazing being dressed like this.
“Yeah, inside I have, since I was like 7 or 8 I think. But just in the recent year, I really turned into a girl!”
“I see! I was sure you were a girl. Sorry, of course you are a girl! But I mean, down there too!”
I smiled. She was about done tying my corset. She put my high heels on my feet and looked me over to see if it fit me just right. I felt so amazingly pretty - I liked everything about it.
There was like a lace turtleneck in black and it went into black lace sleeves to my elbows. There was a hole from the top of my chest and around my breasts and fully exposed if I didn’t wear the corset. The lower part of the dress was full of layers of beautiful lace patterns, going down to over my knees. And with my puffy white underskirt, it made just the right umbrella form. Not too short or too long. Mmmm, just perfect.
She went down on her knees and pulled up my dress to set the underskirt properly. But I felt her freeze and she just stared at my tiny dick. I didn't know what to say, and it got kinda awkward. Luckily the phone rang. She got up and went to pickup her mobile...
“Yes, Sandra speaking! How can I help you?” She turned around and I saw her eyes in the mirror dwell on my crotch area and just stared as she talked on the phone. “Oh hi, hun...” you could hear mumble from the phone. “What do you mean, you can't make it home to dinner?” That didn't sound good. She sound upset. “We are never together anymore! If you are seeing someone else, then fucking tell me!” He mumbled some last words and the phone was hung up.
She fell back into the chair and put her hands to her face. I think she was about to cry. “I can't take it anymore...” and yes, she started crying.
I walked over to her and sat down on my knees. The pretty dress just encased me so nicely when I sat in front of her. I laid a hand on her suntan pantyhosed knee. The sunlight from the window shone up her pantyhose and looked like there was glitter in them. Her legs were warm and felt so soft. Mmmm, I was not the kind suited to suntan pantyhose, but her legs were stunning in them as I touched her.
She looked at me “I’m sorry!”
“Don’t think about it! How are you holding up?” I kept on caressing her knee.
“I can't take it anymore. He’s never home! He never touches me anymore!” she cried again.
I lifted up one of her legs and placed it on my lap with her heel on. I started gliding my hands on her lower legs and gave her a massage.
She looked somewhat surprised - our eyes locked. I smiled and she smiled back.
“I bet if you loosen a bit up, you find a new man in no time. You are a very attractive lady!”
She laughed “Thank you. You are gorgeous, hun! I can't wrap my head around it, that you really used to be a guy! I wouldn't believe it if I hadn't seen it! Mmmm...feels nice when you touch my leg!”
I could feel myself getting aroused by this. I blushed and smiled. “Thank you, Miss. What are you gonna do about your husband?”
“I'm done with him! He cheated on me once before...and it started like this too. But this time, I’m gone!”
I slowly took her heel off very discretely, and started massaging those nylon feet. The reinforced pantyhose encased her pretty French pedicured toes. Her foot felt damp and warm. The foot must have been in these heels until now. The damp scent went right in to my nose; I could smell her sweaty feet and that perfume she wore. Wow, what a pair of stunning looking legs and feet in her suntan pantyhose.
“I think that sounds like a good idea!” Her head tilted back as she enjoyed her foot massage. “Mmmm...that feels so good. Been ages since I had a good foot rub!”
I quickly pulled her other heel off and had both her feet on my lap. I kept on massaging both of her nylon feet. I could smell them in the air. I couldn't hold back anymore, the scent of her feet was too intoxicating that I had to inhale every scent of those pretty pantyhose feet. I grabbed her foot that I just pulled the heel off from and stuck my nose in-between her toes and sniffed away.
“Ohh my!”
My dick got instantly erect. Oh, they smelled fantastic.
“You shouldn't be doing that! They are dirty! I’ve used my pantyhose for the 4th day in a row now...” She gently tried pulling her legs back, but I held her foot by the ankle.
“Don't say that. Makes me want them even more! MMmmm. Your pantyhose feet are so fucking hot. And they smell divine! Mmmm, Yes!”
Her legs started spreading automatically, just enough so I could see her white panties underneath the suntan pantyhose. It turned me on like crazy. I wanted to taste her nylon toes so bad. I stuck her big toe in my mouth and started sucking like crazy.
“Wooww! That is dirty...Mmmm, and naughty. I haven't gotten attention like this for years now!”
She tasted delicious and I sucked her pantyhose feet all over - both of them. I kept on for several minutes. She gently started making little moaning noises. Mmmm, she sounded so sexy. “Mmmm, Miss. You are so beautiful! And your pretty suntan pantyhose feet taste so fucking hot!” Her body twitched. I looked in between her legs as she pulled them even further apart. I saw her pantyhose wet.
“Ohhh, I can’t believe I’m letting you do this! Just feels so nice. AHH Mmm!”
I saw a little box on the table with different tools for the tailors, and I found scissors. “Mmmm, Miss, you’re so fine...I wish I could see you without your skirt on. To see those long luscious pantyhose legs!” Without hesitation, she just dropped the pencil skirt. “Oh yess. I knew they were some stunning legs under there. Mmmmm! And look at those pantyhose glitter in the sunlight! Go and put that sexy pantyhose ass on the table!” I stood up and locked the door.
“You look so stunning in your maid’s dress!”
I turned around and made a sexy walk over to her, sawing my ass from side to side. I smiled and went over to her and leaned behind to take the scissors. I sat down on the chair. I took her hosed feet and placed them on each of the armrests of the chair.
“Lean back, Sandra!”
She did, but looked a bit worried. “What you going to do?”
“Shhh...just relax!”
Her wet spot got bigger. Then I cut the gusset away, and underneath were her white panties. She looked down at me. I put a finger through the gusset hole and under her panties and pulled the panties out of the hole and cut the white panties over. I got up, pulled her pantyhose down a little just enough to get a hold of her panties on each side of her hips. I cut both sides over. I put the scissors back. I got a hold of the front and back of the panties and pulled them out of her pantyhose.
She let out moan. “UHH! Mmmm. Are you sure about this?”
I threw both halves of the panties on the floor. Then I grabbed her pantyhose waistband and pulled her pantyhose up her stomach. My hands glided from her pantyhose stomach, down her legs and thighs as I seated myself on the chair again. I pushed against her lovely thighs to spread her legs further. I looked down at her vagina, seeing it almost sticking out of the gusset hole. She had not a single hair down there. I touched it and felt her twitch.
“Wow...that’s the softest pussy I have felt. So smooth to the touch. Such an attractive elderly woman with a pussy of a 25 year old. Mmmm...so hot!”
I pushed her pussy flaps open to see her pink insides, and as I did, it was dripping with her lovely juices. Oh my god, it looked so delicious!
Her head tilted back, “I can't grasp that I’m being fumbled by a hot girl as yourself. Ohh, Mmmm. I'm sorry if I’m too wet!”
I gently snuck a finger inside her pussy. As I did, her pretty French pedicure pantyhose feet curled on each armrest. That turned me on so fucking much. She looked up at me, and I at her. I pulled my wet finger out of her pussy, stuck it in my mouth, and sucked it. She bit her lip, and slowly closed my eyes in pleasure.
“MMMmmm...You taste so amazing!”
I opened my eyes - she looked at me with a bit of a surprised expression on her pretty face. I gave her a smirky smile and put my head in-between her legs to smell that lovely scent from her dripping pussy.
“Ahhh Yes...You smell fantastic!”
I could feel her body shaking a bit. I stuck my tongue out and gently sucked her lovely clitoris. Her hosed feet curled up even more. Mmmm, I loved sucking pussy, but then again, I really like sucking cock too. And I’d just done both! What an exceptional day! I kept on sucking her fine pussy, and she started moaning louder and louder. Her pretty pantyhose feet were now pointed in the air.
“Oh my god...I’ve never...MMMM...gotten my pussy sucked! AAH! Yess...” She looked at me intensely as I kept on swirling my tongue around her clitoris. “YES! Feels so fucking Amazing! Mmmm you are such a sexy bitch...Aren't you?”
I instantly nodded my head.
“You’re gonna make me cum...”
I sucked my mouth over her clitoris and sucked it like drinking a soda from a straw. Her legs started to shake violently and it looked so fucking good. I guess her moaning was pretty loud, because there was a hard knock on the door.
“Hey! What is going on in there...?”
I was about to stop, but her pretty legs wrapped around my head while they still were shaking. She did exactly the same as Karen did. We locked eyes together and I kept on going.
“Please make me cum...Uuuhhh Mmmm. Yess, suck me...God! Yes!”
The knock came again. “You can’t have sex in there. Open right now!”
Right there her pussy started cumming. “AAAHHH FUCK! Mmmmm!”
She tightened her grip with her pantyhose legs as she cummed in my mouth - and I couldn't get enough - I sipped her golden drops in me. Mmmmm, what a woman! Her juices were still running down my face. All of a sudden we both heard a key turn in the door. I turned my head around still in her pantyhose leg grip. And then the door opened. It was a mature man in a very nice suit. His jaw dropped when he saw us.
“But Sandra...” I could see he was confused as hell.
“What the fuck are you doing, Christof? Get the fuck out here! Close and lock the door behind you!”
He nodded and just stared at me. I put my hand on one of her hosed foot and put her feet in my mouth and started sucking as I stared at him.
Sandra started giggling “He-he! Stop...it tickles. OUT! NOW!”
His jaw dropped even more when he saw me do that to Sandra. But he slowly closed the door shot. And he even locked it.
Sandra and I both started laughing.
“Who was that?”
She unwrapped her beautiful pantyhose leg and stood up and went to put her skirt on again. “That's my boss. Ha-ha! It felt kinda hot, him just standing there baffled over what he saw!”
“He-he...it was! I hope that you don’t get in any kind of trouble!?”
“Nah...he is Mr. Nice Guy. If you know what I mean?!”
“Yeah, I know! Well I better get changed too!”
She walked over and untied my corset.
“What was that perfume called again? The one you think would suit me?”
She smiled “It is called ‘My Burberry Blush’. Would be so you! You know what? Stay here and change, I’ll be right back!” She went out of the room.
I took off my maid’s dress and put it back under the plastic. Then I put my black bra on with my white see-thru shirt, and lastly I pulled my light pink skirt on. The door got opened and back she was, with a little pink bag. She smiled from ear to ear and handed it to me. The more I looked at her, the more amazing she looked.
“From me 2 you!”
I took the little bag. “Why did you do that for? I don't deserve this!” Out of the bag I pulled out that exact perfume she had recommended to me, ‘My Burberry Blush’. “You shouldn't have! That’s too kind of you. Thank you so much!”
“After what you just done for me?! You have given me more than you know!”
I walked over to her very closely and whispered in her ear. “I would do it again. Just say where and when, Miss. I love your juicy cunt!” and I gave her a little smack on her bum. She blushed a bit.
“I might take your word for it. Let's go out and see what you owe us for the dresses!” She picked up the dress and picked up the boxes with the corset in them, and we both walked out to the counter. Behind the counter was an office behind and I could see Christof sitting behind glass walls looking at me. Sandra hit the prices in the machine. “So it is 2500 for the dresses, 1000 for the 3 corsets, and 1500 for the time spent making them. So the total is 5000!”
I pulled out my card from my purse and paid for everything.
“So come back in a week, then I’ll have the white and the red one ready for you. So I hope to see you here again!”
She was flirting with me. And I liked it. I gave her a little kiss on her cheek.
“Yeah, I’ll see you in a week. Later, beautiful!” and I walked out of the store.
By HosieryQueen
Part 15
I saw that we’d went to the mall. We parked the car and walked inside.
“Where are we going?”
There weren't a lot of people because it was still early.
“You Victoria, are going to a hairdresser, to get your hair done. It's at the other end of the mall!”
We kept walking. And I saw men looking at me and Karen. Even men with their wives and baby’s were checking us out. Mmmm, I’d never been out in daylight like this before - only late nights - but this just felt so right. I love everything about being a woman. And I was so meant to be a pretty, long-legged, pantyhose girl.
We arrived, and Karen just spoke up. “Morning! I'd like to see if you could find a nice haircut for my daughter here!? She is looking for something new!”
I liked when Karen called me her daughter. I don't know why she did it, but I didn't mind at all.
A young lady stood behind the desk; blonde hair, big breasts, and a short tight black dress. She looked very nice, but she couldn't have been much older than me - around 19.
“Yeah, I’ve got time now. Not much going on anyway on a Monday like this. What did you had mind?” She looked at me, but my face turned red because I was looking at her breasts, and she definitely saw that.
“Ehmm. I haven't really thought about it!”
She smiled and giggled a little. “I'm sure we can find something that suits you! Though it needs a little work I see!”
“I have to go visit the farm and horses. There are some things I need taking care first, then we can drive to our new home. But when you’re done here, I want you text me, because I need you to go to the tailor, and you need to go see a friend of mine also. And I’m not really sure when I’m done...maybe I have to stay there a couple of nights. But I’ll let you know! You just use my card. Save your money for something for yourself. Love you, sweetie!” She kissed me on the cheek and went off.
I felt so confident when she was here, but now I became a little shy.
* * *
“So if you follow me to the sink...we’ll start washing your hair!”
I followed her, and as I came around the corner, I could see she had black sheer pantyhose on, with like a net pattern on them. She even wore sandals and had black nail polish on her toes and fingers. The pantyhose had a shine to them, and they looked like a decent pair of pantyhose. No runs, no little holes - just amazing looking pantyhose legs. And her feet were so cute and small.
I was only 1.70m high, and she was half a head shorter than me. I sat down by the sink and put my head back, and she gently started washing my hair.
“Is the water good?”
“Yes, it is!”
She soaped my hair up and gave me a head rub. Mmmm, it felt so nice and relaxing. I closed my eyes, and I don't know why, but there came a little gently moan out of me. “Mmm.”
Her hands stopped for a second, but she kept on going. “You ever had your hair washed before like this? Seems like you like it! He-he!”
I blushed and didn't know what to say. “No, never. I must say you’re really good at washing hair!” It sounded stupid when I said it.
“He-he...thanks!”
She rinsed my hair of soap and put a towel on my head, then guided me over to a chair.
“Would you like a cup of coffee or water?”
“Water, please!”
“Coming right up!” She went out back and came back with a bottle of water and an apron. She put the water down on the mirror table in front of me. She removed the towel, dried my hair and put the apron on me.
“So what kinda hairstyle are you after? Modern or old school. Flashy or more discrete?”
I looked at myself in the mirror and she looked at me also. “I must confess that I usually wear a wig because I hate my hair. So any suggestions would be very much appreciated!”
She pulled a little on my hair. “Why would you wear a wig when you got this thick fluffy hair with natural curls in it? If you just took more care of it, then you would have beautiful hair! So let's do something about it! I’ve got something in mind!”
I was a bit scared, but also excited. She started to cut the edges of my long black hair.
“I envy people with your kinda hair. I’ve got very thin hair and need extensions. Trust me, that’s no fun!”
I smiled at her. “But your hair is very pretty! I like it!”
She giggled. And she was just the cutest little girl. “Thanks, he-he!”
As she cut my hair, she sat on a little hairdresser’s stool with small wheels on it for her to move around while seated. I looked down at her pantyhose feet - they looked so amazing and sexy - the cutest small pantyhose feet. And her small height meant that she stood on her tippy toes to slide around with the chair - and I couldn't stop looking at them! Stunning feet on tippy toes, with black nail polish in black sheer pantyhose with a net pattern and sandals. Oh my god, was she sexy! It was getting a little hot, so I drank some of my water.
“So have you worked here for a long time?”
“He-he...yeah, I have! This is my mother’s shop! So I’ve been here since I was 12, I think. So, for 4 years I have been here!”
I was very surprised. “What? You are only 16? Don’t you go to school?”
“He-he. I can see how you would think that, but no. I was homeschooled because my father was very strict about what I should learn, and always said that normal school wasn't good enough for their little girl. What a load of crap! Anyway. My parents weren't really around. But my mom wanted me to learn about business, so took me under her wing. Though my mom is away a lot on like hair conventions, etc., I even saw my dad less than my mom. He is always at his law firm and has got an apartment in another city, and only visits once a month! I'm sorry, I just keep babbling about my life! So, what do you do?”
‘Ehmm, yeah, what did I do?’
“Good question! I am in bit of weird spot. A lot is happening right now, but I think I wanna open a business of some sort. What exactly, I don't know yet!”
She rolled her stool in front of me, and as she did, her legs spread apart and she tapped my thigh. “Please move your leg a little...that sounds cool! So you wanna be a businesswoman? Just don't be like my mom!”
I moved it and one of my legs was now between her pantyhose thighs. She cut my hair and her hosed leg rubbed against my white opaque pantyhose. She went even closer and I could see down her cleavage. Oh my god, this girl was sexy and cute - and I could smell her lovely perfume. Again, I think she saw me, because her eyes wandered off and I saw a little smile on her pretty face.
Now she was done cutting my hair. “I really like your outfit...a bit rockabilly style. So I think that I’m gonna make your hair a dark pink colour. So when your dark hair grows, it will still look stylish! What you say...wanna give it a shot?”
I’d never thought about getting a colour like that. I looked in the mirror and imagined how it would look on me.
Yess, pink hair! “Oh my god, yes. What a great idea!”
“Well it is kinda my job to know what looks good and not...but thanks! Though I’m not really allowed to colour people’s hair yet...from my mom...but I’ve done it a lot on my friends, so don’t worry. We are not even allowed to have those colours in the shop...but I hide them back in the shop. Shhh...don’t tell my mom!” and she laughed out loud, as she went to get the colours. She came back with the colour. “It needs to be in your hair for an hour, so I’ve set the dryer on for it to go a bit faster!” She mixed the dark pink colour in my hair. “I must say I love your outfit! A little vintage style over it...and your shoes are totally adorable!”
I blushed a little, and I said “Thanks. I really like your dress, and your pantyhose!”
She smiled to me in the mirror. “Thanks! Yeah, I’ve had thing for pantyhose since I was little. So I wear them almost all of the time!”
Just a girl after my own heart! This was so good! And without even thinking about it, I said “You are not gonna believe it, but I also have a thing for pantyhose!”
We looked at each other in the mirror - for like 5 seconds - then we both burst out in laughter. She was done putting colour on my hair, and put the dryer over my head.
“It makes some noise, but it only takes 30 minutes instead of an hour. I'm just gonna go to ‘Starbucks’ to get a coffee...it’s not the best in here. Want anything?”
“Maybe a cafe latte with a caramel shot!?”
She smiled. “Sure I can! I think I’m gonna try that too. If anyone comes, just say I’ll be back in 10 minutes. Ok?”
I smiled back “Ok! Sorry, I didn't catch your name?”
“My name is Megan! And yours?”
“I’m Victoria. Thanks for getting me a coffee too, Megan!”
She giggled. “You’re welcome, Victoria!” and she left.
Oh, I really liked that girl. She wasn't very tall, but with nice big breasts and damn hot ass. And then those cute little pantyhose feet! But I really just liked talking with her. Mmmm. I picked out my phone from my purse and texted Karen.
‘Hi Karen. The hairdresser that is doing my hair is just the cutest thing on 2 pretty pantyhosed legs and has adorable little nylon feet. If anything happens between us, may I please be with her? Love from Victoria. Kiss Kiss’
A woman came inside the hair salon. She walked up to me and just looked at me with this empty stare, and said “Oh my god. Not again!” She then continued out back, but came back in like a second. “Have you seen my daughter?”
Yeah, I was right, it was her mother - and did not seem nice at all! Leather pants and a white shirt and dark red sneakers. Not my style for sure. “Yes, she is getting some coffee, and doing my hair!”
She almost started shouting at me. “But we don't do hair colours like that! This is not some fucking new-age hairdresser salon! This is my salon!”
I stayed calm, but really wanted to shout right back at her. “You should give your daughter a chance! You may be surprised!”
And right there, Megan came around the corner with 2 coffees in each hand. “I’ve got your latte right...” She saw her mom, and I could see it in her eyes. She was scared, and looked down at the ground and placed the coffees by the mirror table by me.
“I need a moment with you, Megan, in the back. Now!”
They both walked out back to their little break room, but it didn't help a lot, because I heard every word that was said...
“How many times have I told you not to do this in my shop? We are a classy hairdresser salon! I don't need these hipsters in with their disgusting hair in my salon! This is your last warning...or else your savings are gone from your account! Get that?” She walked out past me and was about to walk out of the salon.
Megan came out and started shouting at her. “Well if you take my savings, I’ll just find another job!”
Her mom walked back over to her. “If you ever think about finding another job, then you move out of the house too! We made you what you are today! Without us, you are nothing!”
They were standing face to face. I could see that this was about to go wrong, so I slowly stepped out of my chair. Then Megan told her mom...
“You guys are never fucking there!”
I saw her mom raise her hand and was about to hit her own daughter. But just before she did, I grabbed her arm and stopped her. I was fucking furious, that the anger made me feel strong for a second. I pushed her up against the wall, still holding firmly around her arm.
“You let your 16 year old daughter work here all alone! She needs her mom...Not a fucking boss! I think you better leave before I call the cops for hitting your daughter!”
She was so caught off-guard and looked very surprised. “Let go right now!”
I slowly loosened my grip. “If you ever threaten Megan again, then I will show you what a threat really is! Got that?” Her mother shook her head. “Go!” And she ran out of the store pretty quickly. Megan just stood and didn't really know what she’d just seen. “I'm so sorry, Megan, but she just made me so fucking mad...your mom, I mean!”
“Please sit down and let me finish your hair!” I sat down and she put the dryer over my head again. “Here is your coffee!”
She was still figuring out how she was feeling. She seemed a little lost. We drank our coffee and smiled a bit awkwardly to each other for 2 minutes. Then she walked out back. Then the alarm on the dryer went off, and she came out and removed it.
“Now let’s wash the rest of colour out and let’s see how it looks!” She sat me down by the sink and started washing my hair again. “Thank you! I mean, for helping me out with my mom! I should have stood up against them a long time ago, but I’m just too scared of losing everything! You heard my mom!”
I felt pretty sad for her. “Don't mention it! I can understand why you’re scared! Heard the saying, ‘From something bad, always comes something good’? Think I heard it in some movie once!”
We both started laughing again. “He-he. What I mean is, sometimes it's true!”
“Ha-ha! Yeah, I know what you mean! Like things happens for a reason...and tends to work out anyway somehow!” She put a towel on my head and we walked back to our seat.
“Yeah, exactly what I meant!”
We both smiled and drank some of our latte.
“So are you ready to see your new hair colour?”
I felt my phone vibrate - must be Karen answering my message. I pressed the icon, and up popped a picture of Karen's yellow opaque pantyhose legs and feet. Then like 10 seconds after, a message with it...
‘Yes you may, sweety. Love Karen’
I looked in the mirror and her eyes shifted away from my phone - she had seen the picture of Karen's pretty pantyhose legs. I quickly wrote a message back...
‘I miss you already. But don't make me horny now. Bye’
2 seconds later a return message...
‘Ha-ha Bye Sweety. Enjoy’
I put the phone away. She had not taken off the towel yet. She must have watched what I’d wrote to Karen. Our eyes met. We smiled, and kinda both snapped out of it.
“Ehmm. yeah...Let's take a look!” She pulled the towel off.
Oh my god, I loved the new colour of my hair! Such a nice rich dark pink colour. I looked so different. It threw away all the doubt that it reminded me of my guy self. This was so much me. It just made me complete.
“My god, I love it, Megan! It is so pretty!”
Her smile grew from ear to ear. “Thanks! I knew it would look perfect for you. Kinda rockabilly hair style I was going for. With your modern vintage-style look, it will be fantastic!”
“I absolutely love it, Megan. You really did an amazing job!”
Then she took out a hair dryer and started to dry it. “Thanks. Not many compliment me!”
The colour became even more gorgeous to look at when it dried, and she kept on combing my hair.
“Well I think you’re maybe working at the wrong place!”
“Yeah, I know...but I can't really do anything about it! Anyway, enough about me. I think I might curl your hair even more!” She picked up a curling iron, and set off to do my hair. I still felt sad for her, but it's wasn’t good for her to be here. As I wondered how I best was going to help her, I heard a little cough and she said “Sooo...Is that normal that your mom...Ehmm...does that?”
Oh no. What was I gonna say to her? Maybe the truth!?
“What you mean?”
“That she sends you a picture of her legs in pantyhose!? Just seems weird to me!”
I blushed. “It is not really my mom. It’s kinda complicated!”
My hair looked so fucking good, and my big fluffy curls lit up. So beautiful.
“She is your lover, isn't she?”
I thought for a second. “Well maybe not that complicated anyway. Yes, she is!”
She took the apron off me and I stood up and looked myself in the mirror. She was so right. I would never ever wear a wig again! My hair fit my style and I was so happy for it. “You’re really
lucky that you’ve got someone who loves you! Very pretty woman you’ve got. So let me just see how much you owe me!”
“Thanks. I really love her too! Well if you get kicked out of your parent’s house; give me a call...since I sorta came between you and mom! So if anything happens, give me a call!” I took a piece of paper from the desk and wrote my phone number down for her. She took the number and put it in her purse she had stashed under the desk.
“Thanks! But she gets that way from time to time. It will be fine. Don’t worry your pretty head about it! Well the total cost of the hair, with colour and work time, Is 112 dollars!”
I pulled out a stack of money from my purse and handed her 200 dollars. She opened the register and was about to give me change.
“No no. I can't tell how much I love my new hair. Please keep the change, or keep it all...I don't care!”
We both laughed.
“Thanks a lot. Here, take this...it keeps those pretty curls fluffy!” She took some foam hair spray and gave it to me.
“Thanks. Well nice meeting you, Megan!”
She smiled “Very nice to meet you too. Bye!” She gave me a little flirty smile.
“Bye!” Damn, so cute.
I walked out of the salon and found a bench in the mall I could sit at. I picked up my phone and rang Karen. She picked up...
“Hi Victoria! You are such a good girl asking for permission. I really think that spanking worked. But if you’re with a girl, you don't need my permission. With guys on the other hand, you do! Ok?”
I was a bit surprised. “Ok. Thanks. You made me pretty horny with your pretty yellow pantyhose-encased legs and feet. I miss you already!”
“I miss you too, hun. But actually I need to stay till next week. So be nice girl and behave yourself!”
“I will, Karen. Hope nothing is wrong?”
“Nah, not really. I just need to wait for the veterinarian to come by and check the horses and fill out some forms. And I get to spend some time with my daughter! I'll be home again before you know it!”
“Ok Karen. I'll see you soon then. Bye!”
“Wait a minute. You are not done in the mall. Go to the tailor and pick up your uniforms I had made for you. After that, I need you to go to the tattoo shop and ask for Flora!”
I was in a bit of a shock when she told me that. “Sorry Karen, but I can't get a tattoo! I'm scared of needles!”
She started laughing. “It is going to be fine. She is really good and gentle with people. And besides, you don't want a spanking when I get home? Do you, sweety?”
I have never seen a tattoo on Karen, so pretty odd she knows one. But I did not want a spanking from her. “Ok, I’ll do it. Please stop with the spanking threat. Don't worry, I do it!”
“Good girl. Send me a picture of the tattoo when it's done! Now, I gotta go. Talk to you soon. Bye!”
“Bye, Karen!”
I put my phone back in my purse and went off.
* * *
I found a map over the mall and located the tailor’s and tattoo shops. I continued walking and noticed guys turning their heads after me. I felt a bit embarrassed. I was all by myself in the mall at around 10 o'clock in the morning. I walked past a group of young men - there were 4 of them.
“Wow, baby! Great legs!”
I snuck my shoulders to my head and held around my purse and was trying to walk past them, but they got in my way and stood in front of me. “Excuse me. Can you please move?”
They did not at all. I saw other people look over here, but no one did anything. They gathered around me - and one smacked my bottom.
“HEY! What the fuck you doin’?”
They laughed.
“Mmm...look at those tits! You can see through her shirt!” one of the others pulled at my leather jacket. “Take it off so we can see those tits! I like your pink hair. So cute! Bet you look really cute when you feel my cock inside your pussy!?”
There came a security guard running. They heard him coming and ran away. He came up to me - A very fit, middle-aged man. He looked cute in his uniform. “Hi. Are you ok? Did they harm you?”
“No, I’m fine thanks to you! I don't know why they did that!”
“I can tell you why! Those young boys have got no manners, and think they can take and grope anything. And of course, because you’re the prettiest woman here! Well stay safe, ma’am!”
I needed to thank him. “Hold on Mr. Can I take a selfie with you? After all, you saved me from those bad boys!?”
He smiled. “Never been asked that before! But sure, why not?” I squeezed together and took a selfie with him. “There you go. Have a nice day!” and he walked away.
I saved the picture I’d just taken and sent it to Karen with the text...
‘He just saved me from 4 boys trying to grope me. Can I thank him with a BJ?’
I followed him from a distance, and then I got a text back...
‘What? That pink colour is fabulous on you, my love. Kiss. If he really saved my princess, then I think it's your duty to serve his cock a BJ, hunny. Enjoy’
I kept on following him.
‘Thank you, Karen. Kisses, Victoria’
He went down the aisle where the toilets were and he went into the big handicapped toilet to check it. As soon as he went inside that, I went in behind him. I pressed the switch and the doors slid closed. He turned around, surprised at seeing me there.
“Hi, you again. What you doing in here?”
I gave him a flirty smile. And then a bulb light up and he knew it now!
“Hey, I’m a happily married man!”
I moved in close. So close that he bumped down on the toilet. “But you saved me Mr. No one needs to know!”
“Please stop. You are really cute! No...I mean damn fucking cute! But I really can't cheat on my wife!”
My hands found the zipper in his pants. I unzipped him and reached inside. I felt all over it. “Uhhh...no boxers or anything. You bad bad boy!”
Mmmm, it was already semi-erect and yet still had trouble getting it out of his zipper hole. Then I got his cock out, and I pulled back his foreskin and out emerged was a beautiful shaped cock head. His body twitched.
And heard him whisper stuff, “Oh my god, she is irresistible! Please forgive me Jill!”
He looked down at me, and as I looked at him, I gently started stroking his cock. I licked from his balls and up his shaft to his dick head. As I did, his cock was fully erect and was rock-solid. He was pretty big.
“I see why your wife likes you!”
“Fuck, I can’t take this! You’re the hottest women I’ve ever seen! But please, I’m begging you, stop. The only person who’s sucked my cock is my wife! My cock belongs to her!”
Then I glided my mouth over his cock and did like 5 blows. His head just tilted back and he closed his eyes. “Now Jill is not the only woman who sucked you!” And I kept sucking his cock.
“I am sorry, Jill, but she is so much better than you. AHH. Man, that feels amazing!”
He slowly thrust up and down. And I felt his big pretty cock deeper and deeper inside my mouth. He was about to take a hold of my head, but as soon as I felt it, I smacked his hand away, and mumbled. “Don’t touch my hair!”
He went on faster and faster. “Sorry ma’am. My god, I’m gonna cum!” I heard him start on those manly moaning.
“Fuck Yeah! Mmmm!” He tensed up and he tried to push me away, but I sucked his cock and pushed his throbbing cock all the way in my throat. “No no no no. I can’t cum inside...AARRHHH!”
He shot his load down my throat and he filled me up with his warm tasty cum. I let go as he was done cumming. He cummed so much that I spilt some on my breasts.
I stood up. I adjusted my skirt, washed my hands and wiped my mouth. “You better get your sloppy cock in your pants. Bye, and thanks for the treat!”
He jumped up as I opened the door and continued my journey to the tailor shop.
* * *
I arrived by this old style, fancy tailor place and saw a woman behind the counter. I walked up to her. “Hi, I’m here to pick up something for Victoria!”
She looked like a snob and stuck her head down and searched for my name, in like a big book. “Victoria Ellwood. Yes, follow me please!” She walked further out back where there were 4 little rooms that were used for trying on their tailor-made clothes. “Come on in. I won't bite! Take off your clothes and I’ll be right back!”
Shit! I did not even have panties on underneath! I wasn't really expecting to try on clothes. I took my leather jacket off and my see-thru shirt and put it on the chair. I left my black lace bra and my pink skirt on. She came back with 3 little l****a maid dresses - 2 black and one pink. They were absolutely stunning. She shut the door and looked at me.
“I really don't have time for this. Take off your clothes...you can leave your pantyhose on. Chop chop!”
She unpacked one of the black dressed from its protecting plastic. I slowly reached up and undid my bra strap. She put the dress down and came over and pulled my pink skirt down. At first she did not see.
“Lift your feet!”
I did, and she took of my heels and pulled away my skirt. I stood now with my tits out, only in my white opaque pantyhose looking at myself in 3 full-body mirrors in front of me. She picked up the dress from the chair, came over 2 me and was about to give me it on when she kinda saw my ‘surprise’ between my legs.
“Wooow!” She got closer she stood behind me and I could see in the mirror she was full-on looking at my tiny dick. “Ehmmm...That is a dick! Is it real?”
I got very embarrassed about it. “Yes, Miss!”
“Let's pretend that I didn't see that! So Victoria, let’s try on the dress to see if I made the measurements right!” She had changed her tone somewhat. I mean, she didn't seem as much of a snob. Pretty elderly woman in like a business suit style with shiny suntan pantyhose. Brown hair with glasses. A very classy woman. Her perfume was so exotic, it smelled so nice. She moved closer to me, and helped me on with the dress. “Put up your arms please!”
I did, and she slid the dress over my body. The dress was made from satin, so it didn't stretch very much, but it felt so nice against my skin, and fit me snugly. Then she put her hand down my dress and lifted my tits up, and to my surprise I saw there was nothing from the dress covering my tits. Her hands were a bit cold. “Uhhh!” My nipples got very perky and hard. I even felt my tiny dick come to life. Her eyes looked at my nipples and I saw a smirky smile from her.
“Sorry for my cold hands!”
My face turned red, and I smiled shyly back. “It’s ok, Miss!” I tried to think of something else. “You smell very lovely! What is the name of it?”
She then pulled out a white fluffy underskirt. “Thanks! This is ‘Prada’, ‘La Femme Intense’. One of my favourites! Please lift your feet and step in the underskirt!”
I did, and she pulled it up under the dress. I could feel her hands touching my pantyhose bum, to set the fluffy skirt right. That did not help my tiny dick. Luckily she did not see my semi-erect dick. “I need to get myself that perfume!”
She stood up and looked at me in the mirror, to see if everything fit as it should. “To be honest, I don’t think it’s you! My daughter uses one...Oh, what's it called again...?” She walked over to the table towards 3 boxes. She opened the first one, and put it aside. Then she opened the next one and took out a black corset in silk, with laces in the back. At first it just looked plain black. “That's it! It’s from ‘Burberry’, and the scent is called ‘My Burberry Blush’. That would suit you so nicely!”
She put her hands around me and put on the black corset. As the light hit it, I saw like a flowery pattern in it. And the corset was the part that covered my breasts. She slowly started to lace the corset.
“Sooo...have you been a girl a long time?”
As she tightened the corset, it gave me more and more like an hourglass figure shape. My breasts got pressed nicely in the cups of the corset and gave me like a nice cleavage. It felt amazing being dressed like this.
“Yeah, inside I have, since I was like 7 or 8 I think. But just in the recent year, I really turned into a girl!”
“I see! I was sure you were a girl. Sorry, of course you are a girl! But I mean, down there too!”
I smiled. She was about done tying my corset. She put my high heels on my feet and looked me over to see if it fit me just right. I felt so amazingly pretty - I liked everything about it.
There was like a lace turtleneck in black and it went into black lace sleeves to my elbows. There was a hole from the top of my chest and around my breasts and fully exposed if I didn’t wear the corset. The lower part of the dress was full of layers of beautiful lace patterns, going down to over my knees. And with my puffy white underskirt, it made just the right umbrella form. Not too short or too long. Mmmm, just perfect.
She went down on her knees and pulled up my dress to set the underskirt properly. But I felt her freeze and she just stared at my tiny dick. I didn't know what to say, and it got kinda awkward. Luckily the phone rang. She got up and went to pickup her mobile...
“Yes, Sandra speaking! How can I help you?” She turned around and I saw her eyes in the mirror dwell on my crotch area and just stared as she talked on the phone. “Oh hi, hun...” you could hear mumble from the phone. “What do you mean, you can't make it home to dinner?” That didn't sound good. She sound upset. “We are never together anymore! If you are seeing someone else, then fucking tell me!” He mumbled some last words and the phone was hung up.
She fell back into the chair and put her hands to her face. I think she was about to cry. “I can't take it anymore...” and yes, she started crying.
I walked over to her and sat down on my knees. The pretty dress just encased me so nicely when I sat in front of her. I laid a hand on her suntan pantyhosed knee. The sunlight from the window shone up her pantyhose and looked like there was glitter in them. Her legs were warm and felt so soft. Mmmm, I was not the kind suited to suntan pantyhose, but her legs were stunning in them as I touched her.
She looked at me “I’m sorry!”
“Don’t think about it! How are you holding up?” I kept on caressing her knee.
“I can't take it anymore. He’s never home! He never touches me anymore!” she cried again.
I lifted up one of her legs and placed it on my lap with her heel on. I started gliding my hands on her lower legs and gave her a massage.
She looked somewhat surprised - our eyes locked. I smiled and she smiled back.
“I bet if you loosen a bit up, you find a new man in no time. You are a very attractive lady!”
She laughed “Thank you. You are gorgeous, hun! I can't wrap my head around it, that you really used to be a guy! I wouldn't believe it if I hadn't seen it! Mmmm...feels nice when you touch my leg!”
I could feel myself getting aroused by this. I blushed and smiled. “Thank you, Miss. What are you gonna do about your husband?”
“I'm done with him! He cheated on me once before...and it started like this too. But this time, I’m gone!”
I slowly took her heel off very discretely, and started massaging those nylon feet. The reinforced pantyhose encased her pretty French pedicured toes. Her foot felt damp and warm. The foot must have been in these heels until now. The damp scent went right in to my nose; I could smell her sweaty feet and that perfume she wore. Wow, what a pair of stunning looking legs and feet in her suntan pantyhose.
“I think that sounds like a good idea!” Her head tilted back as she enjoyed her foot massage. “Mmmm...that feels so good. Been ages since I had a good foot rub!”
I quickly pulled her other heel off and had both her feet on my lap. I kept on massaging both of her nylon feet. I could smell them in the air. I couldn't hold back anymore, the scent of her feet was too intoxicating that I had to inhale every scent of those pretty pantyhose feet. I grabbed her foot that I just pulled the heel off from and stuck my nose in-between her toes and sniffed away.
“Ohh my!”
My dick got instantly erect. Oh, they smelled fantastic.
“You shouldn't be doing that! They are dirty! I’ve used my pantyhose for the 4th day in a row now...” She gently tried pulling her legs back, but I held her foot by the ankle.
“Don't say that. Makes me want them even more! MMmmm. Your pantyhose feet are so fucking hot. And they smell divine! Mmmm, Yes!”
Her legs started spreading automatically, just enough so I could see her white panties underneath the suntan pantyhose. It turned me on like crazy. I wanted to taste her nylon toes so bad. I stuck her big toe in my mouth and started sucking like crazy.
“Wooww! That is dirty...Mmmm, and naughty. I haven't gotten attention like this for years now!”
She tasted delicious and I sucked her pantyhose feet all over - both of them. I kept on for several minutes. She gently started making little moaning noises. Mmmm, she sounded so sexy. “Mmmm, Miss. You are so beautiful! And your pretty suntan pantyhose feet taste so fucking hot!” Her body twitched. I looked in between her legs as she pulled them even further apart. I saw her pantyhose wet.
“Ohhh, I can’t believe I’m letting you do this! Just feels so nice. AHH Mmm!”
I saw a little box on the table with different tools for the tailors, and I found scissors. “Mmmm, Miss, you’re so fine...I wish I could see you without your skirt on. To see those long luscious pantyhose legs!” Without hesitation, she just dropped the pencil skirt. “Oh yess. I knew they were some stunning legs under there. Mmmmm! And look at those pantyhose glitter in the sunlight! Go and put that sexy pantyhose ass on the table!” I stood up and locked the door.
“You look so stunning in your maid’s dress!”
I turned around and made a sexy walk over to her, sawing my ass from side to side. I smiled and went over to her and leaned behind to take the scissors. I sat down on the chair. I took her hosed feet and placed them on each of the armrests of the chair.
“Lean back, Sandra!”
She did, but looked a bit worried. “What you going to do?”
“Shhh...just relax!”
Her wet spot got bigger. Then I cut the gusset away, and underneath were her white panties. She looked down at me. I put a finger through the gusset hole and under her panties and pulled the panties out of the hole and cut the white panties over. I got up, pulled her pantyhose down a little just enough to get a hold of her panties on each side of her hips. I cut both sides over. I put the scissors back. I got a hold of the front and back of the panties and pulled them out of her pantyhose.
She let out moan. “UHH! Mmmm. Are you sure about this?”
I threw both halves of the panties on the floor. Then I grabbed her pantyhose waistband and pulled her pantyhose up her stomach. My hands glided from her pantyhose stomach, down her legs and thighs as I seated myself on the chair again. I pushed against her lovely thighs to spread her legs further. I looked down at her vagina, seeing it almost sticking out of the gusset hole. She had not a single hair down there. I touched it and felt her twitch.
“Wow...that’s the softest pussy I have felt. So smooth to the touch. Such an attractive elderly woman with a pussy of a 25 year old. Mmmm...so hot!”
I pushed her pussy flaps open to see her pink insides, and as I did, it was dripping with her lovely juices. Oh my god, it looked so delicious!
Her head tilted back, “I can't grasp that I’m being fumbled by a hot girl as yourself. Ohh, Mmmm. I'm sorry if I’m too wet!”
I gently snuck a finger inside her pussy. As I did, her pretty French pedicure pantyhose feet curled on each armrest. That turned me on so fucking much. She looked up at me, and I at her. I pulled my wet finger out of her pussy, stuck it in my mouth, and sucked it. She bit her lip, and slowly closed my eyes in pleasure.
“MMMmmm...You taste so amazing!”
I opened my eyes - she looked at me with a bit of a surprised expression on her pretty face. I gave her a smirky smile and put my head in-between her legs to smell that lovely scent from her dripping pussy.
“Ahhh Yes...You smell fantastic!”
I could feel her body shaking a bit. I stuck my tongue out and gently sucked her lovely clitoris. Her hosed feet curled up even more. Mmmm, I loved sucking pussy, but then again, I really like sucking cock too. And I’d just done both! What an exceptional day! I kept on sucking her fine pussy, and she started moaning louder and louder. Her pretty pantyhose feet were now pointed in the air.
“Oh my god...I’ve never...MMMM...gotten my pussy sucked! AAH! Yess...” She looked at me intensely as I kept on swirling my tongue around her clitoris. “YES! Feels so fucking Amazing! Mmmm you are such a sexy bitch...Aren't you?”
I instantly nodded my head.
“You’re gonna make me cum...”
I sucked my mouth over her clitoris and sucked it like drinking a soda from a straw. Her legs started to shake violently and it looked so fucking good. I guess her moaning was pretty loud, because there was a hard knock on the door.
“Hey! What is going on in there...?”
I was about to stop, but her pretty legs wrapped around my head while they still were shaking. She did exactly the same as Karen did. We locked eyes together and I kept on going.
“Please make me cum...Uuuhhh Mmmm. Yess, suck me...God! Yes!”
The knock came again. “You can’t have sex in there. Open right now!”
Right there her pussy started cumming. “AAAHHH FUCK! Mmmmm!”
She tightened her grip with her pantyhose legs as she cummed in my mouth - and I couldn't get enough - I sipped her golden drops in me. Mmmmm, what a woman! Her juices were still running down my face. All of a sudden we both heard a key turn in the door. I turned my head around still in her pantyhose leg grip. And then the door opened. It was a mature man in a very nice suit. His jaw dropped when he saw us.
“But Sandra...” I could see he was confused as hell.
“What the fuck are you doing, Christof? Get the fuck out here! Close and lock the door behind you!”
He nodded and just stared at me. I put my hand on one of her hosed foot and put her feet in my mouth and started sucking as I stared at him.
Sandra started giggling “He-he! Stop...it tickles. OUT! NOW!”
His jaw dropped even more when he saw me do that to Sandra. But he slowly closed the door shot. And he even locked it.
Sandra and I both started laughing.
“Who was that?”
She unwrapped her beautiful pantyhose leg and stood up and went to put her skirt on again. “That's my boss. Ha-ha! It felt kinda hot, him just standing there baffled over what he saw!”
“He-he...it was! I hope that you don’t get in any kind of trouble!?”
“Nah...he is Mr. Nice Guy. If you know what I mean?!”
“Yeah, I know! Well I better get changed too!”
She walked over and untied my corset.
“What was that perfume called again? The one you think would suit me?”
She smiled “It is called ‘My Burberry Blush’. Would be so you! You know what? Stay here and change, I’ll be right back!” She went out of the room.
I took off my maid’s dress and put it back under the plastic. Then I put my black bra on with my white see-thru shirt, and lastly I pulled my light pink skirt on. The door got opened and back she was, with a little pink bag. She smiled from ear to ear and handed it to me. The more I looked at her, the more amazing she looked.
“From me 2 you!”
I took the little bag. “Why did you do that for? I don't deserve this!” Out of the bag I pulled out that exact perfume she had recommended to me, ‘My Burberry Blush’. “You shouldn't have! That’s too kind of you. Thank you so much!”
“After what you just done for me?! You have given me more than you know!”
I walked over to her very closely and whispered in her ear. “I would do it again. Just say where and when, Miss. I love your juicy cunt!” and I gave her a little smack on her bum. She blushed a bit.
“I might take your word for it. Let's go out and see what you owe us for the dresses!” She picked up the dress and picked up the boxes with the corset in them, and we both walked out to the counter. Behind the counter was an office behind and I could see Christof sitting behind glass walls looking at me. Sandra hit the prices in the machine. “So it is 2500 for the dresses, 1000 for the 3 corsets, and 1500 for the time spent making them. So the total is 5000!”
I pulled out my card from my purse and paid for everything.
“So come back in a week, then I’ll have the white and the red one ready for you. So I hope to see you here again!”
She was flirting with me. And I liked it. I gave her a little kiss on her cheek.
“Yeah, I’ll see you in a week. Later, beautiful!” and I walked out of the store.
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