Showing my charms........

Showing my charms

I suppose I’ve always been a bit of a tease in a way, but then aren’t most women! It’s one thing doing handstands in the playground, showing the boys your knickers, but giving someone a flash of your charms is somewhat different.

Something just reminded me of an incident that happened back in the 90s. I would have been in my late 30s and was between teaching placements. I was having the time of my life sex-wise. Two or three good lovers, a party every few weeks and lots of opportunity to have fun.

I was out one day shopping for a pair of shoes for a function hubby and I had been invited to. The shops in Cambridge were quite spread out ant I had already been around most of them that morning before stopping for coffee. I’d noticed an assistant in one of the shops that I was sure was paying more than casual attention to my legs as she assisted me with shoes. She was probably in her mid to late 20s, educated and extremely pretty in a sort of plane Jane way. Her white blouse clung to her ample breasts and her rather plain bra showed through the cotton fabric. Her short black pencil skirt wasn’t really suitable for crouching down and I caught several glimpses of her white knickers under sheer tights as she assisted me.

I sat and had a cup of coffee with a scone, thinking about this particular girl and wondered if she was deliberately looking up my skirt. There was still time before lunch to pop back, but before I did, I popped into the ladies and removed my knickers. If she had been looking, she may get more than she bargained for this time! I felt myself and wasn’t surprised to find I was wet. After a pee, I slipped my knickers into my handbag and made my way to the shop. After being confined in knickers, it’s a great feeling of liberation when you take them off. The feel of the cool air around your sex, the occasional blast of cool or warm air, the knowledge that a few inches above your hemline is your naked sex, visible to anyone should you make an awkward move.

I walked into the shoe shop and was disappointed not to see the girl there. I asked for her and within a minute she emerged from what must have been the storeroom. I asked for the shoes I’d tried on earlier; luckily they were still on a shelf waiting to be put away. I know it was more my imagination, but the girl seemed pleased to see me again. I watched her as she walked over to where the shoes were. Her slim legs looked as if she looked after her figure; a swimmer perhaps, aerobics even. She pulled one of the footstalls over and placed it in front of me whilst I kicked off my shoes. I watched as the girl took out the first pair of shoes and undid the strap for me. This was where I would get my suspicions confirmed. I placed my right foot on the floor on one side of the footstall and slowly, deliberately, lifted my left foot up toward her. My knee was now higher than my waist and there was no doubt that she would be able to see up my skirt if I parted my legs just a fraction. As she held the shoe up and placed it on the slope of the footstall I moved my foot towards the shoe and slipped it in. Just at the point where she brought her eyes up towards me to ask if I wanted to try the other one too, I parted my knees a little.

This was one of those moments where time felt like it was standing still. My heart was racing and I couldn’t speak. The girl was squatting on her haunches with her breasts almost pressing into her knees. One hand was on the footstall and the other clasping the shoe. The look on the girl’s face was exquisite. One of disbelief, shock even. It was no more than three seconds, but it felt like an hour. Her eyes for most of that time were fixed between my legs. There was a blink and then she looked down at the floor before looking back up to me. As her eyes passed by my parted legs, there was a brief pause, a millisecond, no more. She said something like ‘And the other’? I nodded and said ‘Please’.

I did it. It was a deliberate flash. Not to a chap as I’d sometimes done, but to a female. My suspicions were confirmed. The other shoe was prepared for me with a great deal of unnecessary time spent on undoing the buckle, spreading the straps and so on, before being placed on the footstall. Was she aware that I deliberately flashed my charms, did she think it was an accident, had she wondered why I was now knickerless, when an hour earlier I had been wearing a pair of white cottons?

I slowly brought my right foot up towards the shoe and felt her free hand cup the back of my ankle, guiding my foot towards the shoe. Her gaze came up towards my face and I felt us look each other in the face. This was it! Several things happened in one seamless action. As my foot entered the shoe, my legs parted and I saw her eyes drop to under my skirt. I felt her warm breath on my thigh and the butterflies in my stomach take flight. Our eyes met. I was confused. A mature female and a younger woman, locked in a moment in time that neither were probably likely not to forget. There was movement in the shop. Customers and a couple of assistance began to move around. The door opened and someone left, but I was still there with my foot in the shoe as the buckle on the strap was being fastened. My legs remained parted and my gaze was elsewhere in the shop, ignoring the actions of the girl.

I bought the shoes and left the shop. The girl had been most helpful and we exchanged polite conversation until I was making for the door. It had occurred to me that i should give her my telephone number or ask is she would like to meet for coffee during her break, but I didn’t. I regretted it. In the sanctuary of the ladies toilet in the department store along the way from the shoe shop I attended to my needs.