The Fitting Room

Her glossy black high heels clicked loud as the church bell rang that lazy Sunday morning. Her personalized, $6,500 Roberto Cavalli dress wrapped around her body like the skin of a black snake. It was rare for Jayne Hollnem to walk down town from her Cherry street mansion and her neighbor, old George Corbin, loved it when she did.

George always watched her behind from his front porch until she got far enough away to use his binoculars. He would say the same thing every time, "Man….. that is one sweet ass!"
Thirty seven year old Jayne had been a widow for nearly eight years. Her late husband, Alex left her spoiled with millions.

She was on her way to the newly opened Bellefonet Boutique. The boutique specialized in very expensive ladies undergarments. It was located in the old Flesh & Barnes building that was constructed in 1901.

A slight breeze followed her through the large copper clad double doors. She had just stepped in the doorway as a young female clerk approached her. The clerk happily asked, "Can I be of service?" Jayne flipped her sunglasses up to the top of her head... pulling her black straight bangs back, with a tight smile....saying, "Just point me to petite."

The young clerk pointed to the left of the large room and Jayne strutted past her. Jayne didn't care about anything but price. She wanted the most expensive panties and bras that were available. She began sorting...flipping through and rolling her eyes at the price boards hidden under the panties.

Then...she spotted it...a glass shelf rack with a crystal lamp above it. She quickly moved towards the rack. Jayne picked up a pair of the red lace panties and it was the softest material she'd ever felt. She looked but there was no price board beneath the perfectly stacked panties.

She looked around and saw the clerk...made eye contact and motioned for her to come. As the clerk walked up...Jayne said, "I can't seem to find the price board....not that I really care...but....quality does relate to price."
The clerk smiled slightly and said," These are Piere Desaunt...they are our most expensive pantie and bra....once you."

Jayne cut her off and grumbled , "What is the fucking price...I don't care who made them...I felt them...I want them." The clerk looked at her wide eyed and nervously said, "The panties are eighty dollars....the bras are just under two hundred."

Jayne cocked her head to the right side and laughed out, "Does that include a well-endowed gentleman to take them off of me?" The clerk smiled and said, "No...but if you buy two sets...a free pair of matching lace gloves are included. Jayne chuckled as she picked out a pair of panties and bra that was her size. The clerk then...directed her to the fitting room at the end of a long hallway.

Jayne clicked her high heels on the Roman tile floor and opened a large mahogany door that was inlaid with diamond shapes in mother of pearl. She walked in and was actually impressed by the large fitting room. A gigantic brass framed Victorian mirror was standing at one end of the room. It was covered with vines, cherubs and snakes. On the opposite wall was a very long, high back davenport made of brass and upholstered with dark pink silk.

A spiral stained glass sky light gave the white walled room brilliant shades of gold and blue. Jayne locked the door and began squirming out of her tight black dress. She pulled her high heels off and noticed how the rug felt so soft on her feet. She dug her toes in the soft golden wool and thought, "I want this rug...I wonder if they would sell it?"

Jayne tossed her dress on the davenport arm....took her panties and bra off....tossing them on her dress. She took the new bra down from a hook she had hung it on and giggled about the price as she put it on. She then stepped into the panties and pulled them up. She thought to herself, "Wow...this is so soft...it's like I'm not wearing anything."

She turned to the side to look at her breasts and then around to look at her behind. She began to play like a model. She pulled her shoulder length black hair up with her hands and spun around...making sexy poses. Suddenly...Jayne saw something startling in the mirror behind her! She whipped around and saw nothing!

She thought she'd seen a man....a barber holding a razor and an old shaving mug. She took a deep breath and stood still....turning back to the mirror. She saw another man...maybe two...or more! This time...she turned quick enough to see them fade away. Jayne was a bit frightened but her spoiled attitude took over as she said, "OK....I know I am not crazy....either quit being a coward and show yourselves or leave me the fuck alone!"

Jayne felt a kiss on her neck...she jumped back and then felt another kiss...just under her naval. She felt cold breath on the side of her face and a voice whisper, "Lay down my love...lay down." Jayne made three quick steps towards the door and then felt a hard spank on her bottom! Jayne growled, "Ouch dammit...that hurt!" She heard him whisper again...the same words.

Jayne's heart was beating fast and she found herself losing a little control. She nervously asked, "Who are you?" She heard the voice softly say, "I am your servant...I wish to give you the most erotic experience you have ever known....come to me...stand on the fleece of fantasy." Jayne eased forward and stepped on the edge of the plush rug. She heard him whisper again, "Lay down my love....lay down."

Jayne went to her knees....laid on her stomach and then rolled over on her back. She whispered to herself," This is insane." Jayne began to feel her toes and feet being touched and kissed. It was cool but soft kisses. She felt hands pushing her legs apart as the entity kissed inside her thighs. She looked down and saw the waist band of her panties lift...slit and begin to tear.

She could feel his hands and mouth on her mound...but she could also feel a nibbling at her breasts. She moaned, "How can you be down there and up here too?" He whispered, "I am three." She moaned, "There's three of you?" She heard three voices say, "Yes our love." Jayne began to feel kisses, licking and touching all over her body. She felt her panties rip away and her bra...the same.

She felt a warm wetness on her mound and then as if she was being gently shaved. She could see her erect nipples being sucked up into lips that weren't there. Jayne dug her fingernails into the soft rug and enjoyed. She could feel and invisible, hot towel...dabbing at her mound. Then...the tongue...the cool wet tongue began to slowly spiral around the lips of her vagina. Over and over...starting at the outer part and circling her shaven bare flesh between the spiraled pubic hair...ending to suckle her clitoris.

Jayne began moaning and humping slowly. She would gyrate with his circling tongue. She felt tingles and vibrations all over her body. She heard sexy whispers, "You are beautiful...I love your breasts....Your mound of Venus is delicious." Every muscle in Jayne's body was quivering as she begged in passionate whispers to be mounted.

Suddenly she felt hands roll her over....her hips raised and her legs spread wide. She could feel the head...it parted her lips and the shaft began to slowly enter. Her warm juices welcomed the thick member into her. Further and further it came until she felt the head reach a depth where no man had ever been.

Jayne pulled a little forward and moaned, "I want it...I want it all!" She buried her face in her hands as the entity pushed forward. She could feel her nipples being sucked hard as she felt the large hardened member thrust deep insider her. Jayne let out screams of pleasure in her hands as her stomach felt like a million butterflies were released inside.

She was feeling tender bites on her breasts and neck. She could hear his panting. She felt her toes pop as she began to writhe and quake. She buried her face in the carpet and moaned as the gushing came like a release of soaking wet ecstasy! She felt him blast as he pulled her hard against him. She felt his softening member slide out as she collapsed on her stomach.
She made little moans as she turned over on her back.

Tears of pleasure rolled down the sides of her face. She could feel the tears being kissed away and she smiled. She whispered, "What is your name?" Three voices said, "We are the storms of your desire." Then...one voice said, "Meet us here every Sunday at this time so we may love you."

Jayne slowly sat up...smiled and said, "Oh...I will be back...I will." She felt three kisses on her lips and the entities were gone. Jayne stood up...looked in the mirror and saw that her pubic area had indeed been shaven. She stepped closer to the mirror...slightly spread her legs and saw her still soaked pubic area was shaved and trimmed in a spiral that centered on her clitoris.

She looked up at the spiraled stained glass sky light and smiled. She wiped the wetness away with her two pair of panties.....then Jayne put her dress on...picked up the panties, bras and her high heels. She opened the door and turned with a sweet sigh. She walked out and down the hallway to find the clerk who was folding night gowns by the front window.

The clerk could see that Jayne had the panties and bras wadded in her arm. Before the clerk could open her mouth...Jayne said, "I want to buy a pair of Piere Desaunt panties and bra every Sunday and I want to have the fitting room at the end of the hall for an hour." Jayne went on, "You can reserve it for me between 10:00 and 11:00.... I will pay a thousand dollars extra...cash if you wish?"

The clerk happily agreed when Jane had her set up an account through her bank. The clerk offered Jayne a bag to carry her undergarments in but Jayne smiled and said, "No thank you...I'll just carry them.

Jayne walked out the door of the boutique with a smile she hadn't worn in years. She didn't even put her high heels on...she walked barefoot on the way home. As she was walking down Cherry street....she saw old George peeking from around a bush by his porch. She crossed the street and walked straight towards him.

George saw her coming and quickly shuffled to the porch swing....he sat down. Jayne smiled as she slowly stepped up on his porch. George nervously said, "Well hello Mrs. Hollnem...beautiful day isn't it." Jayne smiled and said, "Yes it is Mr. Corbin...you know...I see you watching me all the time...I thought I might share a little something with you today."

Jayne put her right foot up on the swing by George's leg...pulled her dress hem up and said, "Just wanted to show you my new hair sculpture....do you like it?" George stared at her mound and could only say, "Lord...lord...lord." Jane bent over and gave him a kiss on the cheek...then whispered, "Imagination is wonderful for the heart." She then dropped her undies and high heels in his lap.

As Jayne walked off the porch...old George's eyes were glued to her perfect rounded behind. When Jayne disappeared into her doorway...old George looked down...felt the still moist, warm panties and saw a raising in his pants. He was chuckling like a school boy as he rushed through the door and closed his blinds!

It wasn't long until Jayne bought the Flesh & Barnes building along with the Bellefonet Boutique. Rumor has it...Jayne Hollnem spends quite a lot of her time in that old fitting room. People have even heard...very strange...moaning screams. Probably…..just the winds.