Chelsie Mall Bowler Hat: Some formal shoes.

From Create Your Own Story

It's sexy, the voice admitted But I think a pair of heels would make the outfit really pop.

"I'm not sure if you can define an outfit as a hat and tie." Chelsie muttered to herself. Still, she had to admit that the idea of slipping out unnoticed held some appeal. Seeing herself naked in the changing room mirror was making her a little frisky, and more than a little reckless.

Chelsie slowly eased the lock out of position, careful not to make a sound, and then eased the door open ever so slightly. Through the crack in the door she could see Jeeves standing behind the counter at the front of the shop. He was distracted with a folder of some sort, and alternated between keying numbers into a calculator and writing things down in the folder. Inventory of some kind, Chelsie rationalised.

The key was slow movement. If she threw the door open and ran into the store then Jeeves would probably see something on his periphery vision and come to investigate. As much as it pained her, Chelsie knew she was going to have to do this slowly. The door was the worst part; she eased it open fully, exposing herself to the empty store (and, she realised with some small panic, and security cameras they had). She used both hands to open the door, meaning she had none left to cover herself. Once it was safely open, she looked back to make sure Jeeves was distracted. She lowered herself to her knees and, wearing nothing but her tie and hat, crawled out into the open. She was painfully aware of her ass swaying with every movement, and her breasts jiggling freely between her lowered arms. As she reached the shelter of a rack of shirts, she pulled herself into a crouch and squatted there for a few moments recovering her breath. Her knees were wide apart, giving anyone who was looking a clear view of her most intimate of areas, while her bare heels pushed into the flesh of her behind. She sat that way for a few moments, even after she'd recovered her breath, savouring the feeling of total exposure.

You could just stand up and walk out right now. the voice suggested teasingly.

Chelsie ignored it, and instead forced herself to crouch-walk over to the shoe section, ducking between the racks of shirts and waistcoats to cover her movement. She picked up a black pair in her size, and crouched walked back towards the changing rooms. She peeked over the last rack to make sure Jeeves hadn't moved, then she slipped into the changing room and closed the door shut behind her.

She felt a jolt of elation as she realised what she'd just done! Her heart was beating loudly in her chest. She lowered herself onto the bench, closed her eyes and rested her head against the wall. She smiled to herself.

After a few moments she placed the heels onto the floor and stepped into them. She stood up and admired herself in the mirror; hat, heels and tie, the outfit was incredibly sexy, possibly more so because it looked so deliberate. Completely naked, somebody seeing her might assume it was an accident. Anyone seeing her wearing this would be in no doubt that it was intentional.

Chelsie gave a quick spin, admiring how the heels accentuated her behind, and pulled a few poses. She found herself becoming uncontrollably aroused. She raised one heeled foot onto the bench so that her sex was on full display. Then she reached under the raised leg and eased her fingers into her moist pussy.

Good girl. the voice purred.

Ignoring it, Chelsie slowly began to massage her womanhood. She reached up with her free hand and massaged her breasts while her fingers hurriedly began to turn her arousal into sexual ecstasy.

That was until somebody knocked on the door. Chelsie froze in place as her sexual desire was suddenly replaced with cold, hard fright. Had somebody seen her?

"Y-yes?" she called out.

"It's me, madam." Jeeves called in through the door. "I was wondering if everything was okay?"

"Y-yes! Fine thank you!"

"Oh. Um, this is a little awkward madam, but... might I enquire why you left your changing room?"

Chelsie felt her blood ran cold. He HAD seen her! She lowered her leg, and began rubbing her arms in embarrassment.

"You saw that?"

"No madam, not at all. I just went to see how you were doing and found the changing room empty but for your towel and purse. That you are now in this changing room merely indicates that you left your original one...?"

Wide eyed, Chelsie scanned the tiny changing room. It was, indeed, bereft of a towel or purse - or indeed anything that might be classed as coverage. Jeeves might not have seen her, but she suddenly felt very exposed.

"I went to grab a pair of shoes." Chelsie admitted.

"Ah, yes. Well, would you like me to pass you your things over the top of the door, madam? Or shall I keep hold of them behind the counter while you shop unhindered?"

Chelsie Mall Bowler Hat: Chelsie gets her things back and leaves.

Chelsie Mall Bowler Hat: Chelsie asks him to keep her towel and purse behind the counter.

Chelsie Mall Bowler Hat: Chelsie steps out of the changing room right now.