Her Sunday Best

This is my second try to add to the community. English is still not my primary language so I expect some gramatical errors and such, Please tell me what you think if it and enjoy the story.

-Kev

 

Her Sunday best

She needed something to wear for a release party one of her friends was throwing for a new record his company was putting out and she was late. Being forced to work later than planed she didn't have time to go home and change so she found a mall that hadn't closed yet and hurried toward the fashion plaza hoping that some shops were still open. She surveyed the stores and found a chic store named Roses she liked. It was one of those small ones that imported all of their clothed themselves. It looked expensive, which in Kate's world meant better service, so she opened the trendy little door and entered the intimate shop. It was as empty as the rest of the mall so she started to look around for something suitable to wear.

It seemed that the boutique had quite an extensive line of party wear from imported lingerie to cocktail dresses and Kate got lost in the world of satin and lace as she let her hands caress the garments around her. Since childhood she had been in love with the silky fabric, the feeling of safety as she hid in her mother's closet and the sense of protection from bad dreams she felt as she crept under the satin sheets beside her in the middle of the night. Being almost thirty one years old Kate still felt insecure about herself. She was always very critic about her own work and how she looked. She hated being small and petite with a very pretty face and she hated the constant china doll comments even more. She didn't want to be small and doll like. She had always wanted to be bigger and sometimes she envied the secretaries at work with their strawberry blonde hair and their tight shirts flaunting their rather large charms.

“Wonderful material don't you agree?” The kind voice behind her made her jump and she spun around. The woman behind her was quite tall and wore a classy blue dress all in satin. She looked exactly like a glamorous housewife from the fifties and sixties with her fiery red hair neatly done.

“What can I help you with young miss?” She looked down on Kate who collected her thoughts.

“I'm no young miss…Miss” She realized that it sounded stupid saying that but it was all she could think of.

“I'm soo sorry. It wasn't my intention to insult you but with your stature it was an easy mistake to make, don't you agree Miss?” Her kind but firm voice had an intimidating effect on Kate. She what angry for being treated like a child but also felt very small in front of the sales woman who immediately had taken control.

“So what can I help you with today?” She asked almost sounding like she was talking to a child.

“Ehh, I'm going to a party and I need some clothes to wear” she cursed herself silently for again sounding like an idiot. She had no idea why she felt nervous but the familiar butterflies fluttered in her stomach just like when she was young and had done something wrong.

“Well then you have come to the right place. We have everything a young Miss like yourself need for a party” She ushered Kate into a spacious changing room.

“Just undress and I'll find you something nice to wear, ok?” There it was again. The voice only used for speaking to minors. Kate felt furious and when the sales lady had left she stomped the ground to let the frustration out. Why was she being treated like a kid? She was a grown woman with a responsible job. No child would wear a fashionable dress suit like the one she was wearing now. Suddenly her cell phone started to ring and she dug into her handbag to retrieve it.

“Yes, Kate speaking?”

“Where are you Kate?” It was Peter's voice. Peter was the one throwing the party.

“I'm just buying something nice to wear. I didn't have anything at home that looked good enough.” She lied.

“I swear sometimes you're like a teenager Kate” He said jokingly.

“See you in just a few then” He hung up before Kate had time to respond. The Teenager comment wasn't out of place for Peter but in her current situation it stung. She really acted like teenager sometimes she thought. Her thoughts where shattered as the woman entered the changing room without knocking first.

“I found some lovely things for you to wear Miss” She said and then stopped in her tracks as she saw Kate standing there still dressed.

“Why are you still dressed? Here I am helping you even though I should be closing the store right now and go home. I thought you were different from all the other spoiled brats that come in here to shop” She sounded angry and Kate felt ashamed for not trying to cooperate. She was there to help her and Kate had just ignored her like the spoiled brats she had mentioned.

“I'm soo sorry Miss” she said almost crying. She started to undress and in under a minute she stood in just her underwear hoping the mature woman in front of her would forgive her trespasses.

“Well, that is much better Miss. I thought we needed to start from the ground up so to speak and now see that my intuition was right. Those simple undergarments will certainly not do for a fancy party. We need to look pretty on the inside to be pretty on the outside my mother always used to say. Don't you agree?” Kate felt the woman looking down on her pinning her with her piercing gaze.

“Ehh, I guess so Miss” she said uncertainly.

“Well I know so” The sales woman said matter of factly belitteling Kate's comment.

“Well don't just stand there, take those things off young Miss. I swear I have to wash your ears soon if you don't start listening.” Her scolding sent Kate working and soon she stood there nude covering herself. She felt woundable and almost scared as the butterflies had started to spread to other parts of her body making her feeling weak. She looked down at her feet too scared to face the woman standing in the door way.

“Stand straight and stop covering yourself. There is nothing I haven't seen before.” Kate straightened her back forcing herself to meet the other woman's eyes.

“This will not do. Haven't your mother taught anything about hygiene? That filthy bush I see between your legs have to go before we do anything more.” Kate looked at her in disbelief. The woman was insane she had to end this now.

“Time out! I'm not doing anything like that. I came here to shop for some clothes not being treated like a child” She felt the control come back to her and she turned around to pick up her underwear. She was getting out of here.

“If you behave like a child I have to treat you like one. I thought we could settle this as adults but apparently I was wrong about you age. Not a day over thirteen” Kate felt furious over that comment and with all the frustration and stress she had endured all week she just snapped. There in the store she threw a tantrum stomping her feet in the ground and screaming.

“I'm not thirteen Lady, I'm thirty one and stop treating me like a baby” She felt tears stream down her face and she fell on her knees hiding the face in her hands. She felt and arm around her and an intoxicating smell of perfume as she hid her face in the woman's bosom staining the satin with her tears. The sales lady stroke her hair slowly, comforting her gently.

“Shh, it's all right Miss. We all feel the pressure to be grown ups sometimes. Just let it all out” She let Kate cry for a few minutes before she poke again.

“There you go Miss. Lets get you fixed up for that party. What do you say? No more tantrums and immaturities?” She helped a weakened Kate to her feet towering over the little woman. She led Kate by the hand to the private bathroom. It was quite large with a shower stall and a big make up mirror. She sat Kate down by the mirror.

“Lets get you cleaned up.” She cleaned away the smeared make up and Kate just closed her eyes feeling safe as the woman gently stroked her. She heard the woman rummage though some drawers and then ran the water.

“Now lets make you presentable. There is no way the lingerie is going to look nice on you with all this hair still in place. Don't worry, just relax and let me take care of you.” Kate tensed but all the fighting spirit had drained from her during her tantrum earlier. She leaned against the wall as she felt cool cream being applied to her legs.

The woman smiled at Kate when she saw the confused look on her face. She let her hands caress the more than beautiful legs while she applied the cream and started to shave. She continued upward slowly nudging the small woman's thighs apart exposing the jewel. It was sparsely furrowed so she didn't have to use a clipper she noticed.

Kate had slipped into a light trance as she felt safe and protected. The butterflies had spread to her whole body making it tingle. She felt the gentle caressed advance up her legs and didn't resist when her legs were spread. The expert touch had reminded her of something she had denied herself for a long time. She sucked in air as she felt the hand gently start to lather up her genitals. Soon the warmth had spread to her breasts as well making them ache with a familiar sense of arousal. It all felt wrong somehow but now her mind was clouded and her will to resist was drained. She gave into the feelings and started to breathe heavily as the fingers played her like a flute. She felt an orgasm rising when the ministrations ended leaving her horny and frustrated.

“There! You're presentable again Miss” the woman exclaimed as she ushered the slightly dazed girl out of the restroom and into the shop again. Once again in front of the mirror Kate studied herself. She could not take her eyes of the sight between her legs. The now completely nude sex screamed of adolescence. It was red and puffy and she could feel it pulsate with her every heartbeat. Slowly her hand crept closer almost as if on it's own accord. Her legs almost buckled as she touched the most private of places. The image of herself as the little girl fused it self with the waves of arousal that swept over her and she leaned against the mirror for support.

“Stop that this instant child!” The stern voice shook her back to reality and she blushed furiously when it hit her. She had been caught masturbating in public, she felt like she would die and tears of humiliation formed in her eyes again.

“Shh, no crying girl. Here let me help you.” The woman approached Kate and used a lacy handkerchief to wipe away the small tear that had escaped. Slowly she put her hands on Kate's shoulders and turned her toward the mirror again.

“Raise your arms now like a good girl and let me help you with the corset. It will give you a nice womanly figure. You want to look like a woman don't you?” It was a rhetorical question and she paid Kate no attention as the girl nodded slowly. Kate could se a pink satin corset be wrapped around her. She had only seen corsets in magazines and she had always thought they looked slutty. But the shiny satin wrapped around her didn't look slutty at all. With white lacy details and decorative roses it looked adorable like in a romance novel. The fit was a different story though. As she stood admiring the garment she felt it being tightened gripping her like a vice. When it reached a point where she could only take shallow breaths the woman tied it off. Kate met her eyes in the mirror looking down on her with a smile on her lips.

“There you go. Look, you have got some womanly figures now dear” She put her hands on Kate's hips to emphasize the change. Kate couldn't believe the difference; she had curves. The corset helped lifting her small breasts pushing the together creating a décolletage. But it only lifted the bosom not covered it. Her rather large nipples were not covered and pointed straight out like small fingers pointing right at her from the mirror. Her eyes traveled further down to her hips which now had a womanly curve. The image was bizarre to say the least. Kate looked like a young girl wearing a glossy, pink corset giving her a serious Lolita look. The erect nipples and nude and swollen sex stood in stark contrast to her girlish look. Again could she feel the warm hands caress her sides slowly traveling upwards tickling her ribs as they went. She dared not watch in fear that the feeling would go away so she closed her eyes concentrating on the feather light caress that painted her skin with goose bumps as they traveled over her sensitive body. For several minutes the fingers lightly danced around her breasts stopping short of the nipples every time. The need for release grew with every second and soon Kate was moaning loudly not caring about anything anymore. The only thing that mattered was the fingers and her over heated body.

But just as she was climbing the peak the fingers stopped and again left her cold and needy.

“Please don't stop” she begged quietly as her own hands started to massage the aching breasts.

“Stop it this instant young lady!” She felt a sharp sting on her butt when the woman sternly scolded her. She could see the red imprint of a hand start to form on her milky white skin as the woman turned around again to pick up the next item in the pile she had brought with her earlier. It was a pair of white silk stockings. She crouched in front of Kate and motioned for the now very horny girl to raise a foot at a time. Now that Kate was out of the erotic fog again she felt a deep blush as the woman sitting below her could see the now glistening crotch; wet from her needs. What was happening to her? She was used to being in control both over herself and over her surroundings. But here she was, almost naked in front of a stranger that played with her as if she was a doll she could play dress up with. Yet she could not resist her commands. She felt powerless to the whims of this beautiful enchantress. The m ind wasn't the only thing she had lost control over. Her body also seemed to have a life of its own torturing her with the need of sexual gratification. A single tear fell down her cheek as the whole scenario played before her minds eye; and the worst part was she secretly loved it. No, she craved it.

She could feel the silky stockings slowly caress her now smooth legs sending shivers down her spine. Everything about her was highly charged with arousal so the simple act of putting on the stockings felt like a lovers touch. The tugging of the garters as the redheaded woman attached the stockings to the corset made her open her eyes again. She sight in the mirror did nothing to calm her though. She looked like a horny slut; a classy looking slut none the less. Finished with her work the woman stood up again but stopped for a brief second before the wet snatch and took a deep breath before she rose.

“You smell as lovely as you look dear.” She smiled down at Kate who felt the satin dress tickle her now stocking clad legs. The woman disappeared behind her again but only for a brief moment before she once again stood behind the trembling girl. She gently wrapped what looked like a lacy satin sash around Kate's hip and slowly let it caress first the hips and then rose slowly taking what felt like a life time for Kate to reach her aching breasts. The anticipation was torture for poor Kate who stood hypnotized by the simple sash's journey up her body. When it finally touched her breasts she moaned and her legs almost buckled as the lace tickled her diamond hard nipples on it continuing journey upwards. She was frozen as the sash traveled first past her trembling lips and then settled over her eyes and stayed there. The darkness charged her body even further making it even more sensitive to her surroundings. The hot breath on her neck gave her goose bumps.

“Don't be afraid little one. I want the final result to be a surprise. I know all small girls love surprises” She kissed Kate on the cheek and then withdrew leaving the poor girl shaking with arousal and anticipation.

She could hear the woman rummaging around the store and the familiar sound of rustling silk and petticoats. She pressed her legs together enjoying the exquisite feelings that shot from her crotch to her nipples. The sound approached again and the door to the changing room opened letting a sudden gust of cool air caress Kate's most secret of places. She felt a skirt tickle her hips. It felt like crinolines and the hot flowery breath returned whispering in her ear.

“Raise your arms little one” She raised them in the air and felt a dress being pulled over her. The cool satin caressed her nipples as it fell around her settling on her hips.

“Please” she whispered in desperate need. She felt her lips tremble as her arousal almost made her cry. She needed that orgasm desperately and she knew it.

“In a second love” the voice whispered to her. She felt her skirts being raised and something being guided up her legs. It felt tickly and lacy as it hugged her hips. The air played with her dripping snatch as the skirts where raised. She felt the woman reach between her legs and adjust something. The she felt the cool contact of something that snuggly settled between her legs gently embedding within folds of her heated sex. The erotic fog in her mind thickened as the skirts once again settled around her and the woman positioned behind her.

“Are you ready little one?” She said as she removed the blindfold.

Kate blinked a few times to get used to the light. Then she caught her reflection and felt a rush of warmth first spread on her cheeks but then travel to all parts of her body giving her shivers as if she had a fewer. She looked her Sunday best with a pale pink dress that flared slightly at her hips due to the petticoats. The dress had small lacy details all sewn into the bodice making it look adorable. She felt the comforting tugging on her hair as the woman behind her gently braided it, tying the two braids off with pink bows. The sales lady gently took her hand and guided her out of the changing rooms. This sent poor Kate over the edge screaming. The pears nested in her secret place rubbed her clit in rhythm with her hips and massages the whole sex. She felt an arm around her waist as she almost blacked out from what was the most powerful orgasm she had ever felt in her thirty one year long life.

She awoke on a divan in a secluded part of the little boutique. She felt blissful and at peace. She could hear the woman sing quietly to herself in another part of the shop but she felt too weak to move and just closed her eyes. Her body felt so light that it almost floated above the cushion. After a few minutes she gathered her strength and slowly tried to stand. Again the pears rubbed her labia and she almost fell on her face as the body responded to the stimulation. She steadied herself against a rack of silk blouses. She caught her reflection in a mirror and again saw her dress. She really looked like a little girl going to church. Only the heat emanating from her crotch and the stiff nipples making tents in the satin dress told another story. She could hear the woman approaching and Kate smiled weakly.

“I see that you have returned from the dead Miss” The beautiful woman said smiling back. Kate couldn't find the words and just stood there silently and then hugged the woman letting her head rest on the motherly bosom.

“There child” she said gently stroking Kate's hair.

“Everyone need to let go sometimes. It's never too late to let the inner child out” She put her hand under Kate's chin gently tipping it. The kiss was warm and tasted of strawberry. Kate closed her eyes letting the moment last forever. The woman took her hand again and led her to a backdoor. Kate mastered her body and the constant stimulation of the pearls tied between her legs settled into a horny glow instead of the overwhelming stimulation it had been earlier.

The warm summer evening caressed Kates face as they exited the mall. Then she remembered she still had the dress on and turned around facing the redheaded beauty again. But before she could open her mouth the woman put a well manicured finger over her lips.

“The dress is a gift from me to you Katie. A birthday gift for my beautiful little girl” Then she turned around and closed the door behind her. Kate stood for a long time outside the mall trying to collect her thoughts. Then the cell phone rang bringing her back to reality.

“Yes im on my way Peter. See you in a short while” She started her car and headed into the night wearing her Sunday best.