My teenage daughter got a Saturday job in a shop which specialised in secondhand designer stuff. One Tuesday morning I was in town and decided to check the place out having heard so many tales about it. My first reaction was that is was actually pretty dingy and a lot of the stuff on sale looked well worn. A lot of handbags and accessories but some dresses. There was a couple in their early 20s. The guy (rather dishy actually) sat behind the counter and the young woman came over and asked if there was anything I was interested in. I said I was just looking. She lifted a black cocktail dress (a classic LBD) and said where else would I get something like that for £20. It looked new and she was right about the price! She suggested I try it on. There was no harm so I agreed. She opened a door which led to a corridor with another door at the far end. In the middle of the corridor was a chair, full length mirror and some wall pegs. I closed the door and slide a little bolt to lock it. I stripped to bra and panties and tried the dress. Great. I bought it and left.
That evening I didn't want to admit to my daughter that I had been to her Saturday workplace. I did suggest maybe I should go along. Then she dropped a bombshell! She told me that if someone asked to try something on they let them use a corridor to the back door. This I knew. She went on to tell me that no one realised there was a CCTV security camera pointing along the corridor and a screen behind the counter. The couple who owned the shop didn't hide the fact from my daughter that they watched women trying clothes on. She said she would leave as soon as another job came up.
My immediate reaction to this was shock. I realised I had been set up when given the dress and invited to try it on. However, the more I thought about it, the more I felt flattered that these young people wanted to watch me. Also thinking about it was exhilerating and the idea of doing it again, this time knowing I was being watched, felt irresistible. So I decided upon a return visit. I thought long and hard about what I would want to be seen undressing out off, and what they might want to see an older woman wearing. I settled on my dark grey business suit with skirt just above the knee, red silk blouse and high heels. Underneath I put on my special occassion underwear.
I walked into the shop two days after my first visit. They remembered me and asked how they could help. I told them the LBD was such a success that I was looking for some more bargains. I got the impression they liked the way I was dressed. Which please me. I chose half a dozen dresses from a rail and asked if I could try them on. I entered the changing corridor and locked the door. I glanced around and sure enough, above the door I had just locked was a shelf of boxes and in among them was a small camera with red light. I was on TV! The last time was matter of fact trying on clothes, this time I had to perform. For a split second I did think of chickening out but the thrill I knew it would give me was too tempting. I took of shoes, jacket, blouse and skirt trying to make it look natural and not an intentional show. I stood there in black lacy front Thong, matching lacy bra, matching suspenders and black sheer stockings. It felt good knowing I was being watched!
I tried on three of the dresses. They looked awful but I was enjoying the thrill of undressing each time. The fourth dress was strapless so I decided to take things a stage further and take off my bra. Flashing my boobs felt great. I sometimes go topless on beaches but putting on that little show was a real turn on. I tried the last 2 dresses and got dressed again. When I left the changing room I was greeted from behind the counter by two broad grins asking if the dresses were any good. They didn't actually fit well or look good but I decided to buy one anyway.
I never went back to the shop but have to admit I really enjoyed my antics that day. Am I a tease or wot?
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