I was a pretty pair of panties on a hanger, hanging neatly with the others of its kind. And, best of all, not only was I conscious, but I was fully aware of everything around me. It was like my eyes were all over the fabric, giving me a view of everything, 360 degrees around me. It was better than I had expected.
I hung for a while at crotch level, watching the girls go by. There were very powerful women in business suits, looking for something for their husbands while on their lunch breaks. There were chattering teenagers in groups, giggling at the racier garments, enjoying a day off from school.
Then there was her. A woman in her late teens, early twenties, wearing a miniskirt and a white button shirt. She had to be about 5’10", with long brown hair and blue eyes. She was hotter than any girl I’d seen in a long time. And, to my great pleasure, she began to look through the rack I was on. As she did so, I heard her ask the service representative, "Do you have anything with a 24 waist?"
Instantly, I altered myself to be so.
Then, that beautiful woman picked me up with her soft, silky hands. "This is perfect! Can I try it on?"
The representative motioned to one of the dressing rooms. Happily pressing me against her breasts, she brought me to the room. She tossed me onto the changing bench and began to strip off her skirt, top, and stockings. My glimpses of her from out in the store could not prepare me for this. Her body was perfectly tanned and toned. She had muscles visible that models had to have airbrushed on. Then, to my great happiness, she took off her white cotton panties, exposing a well trimmed bush and a pierced clitoris. She placed a finger inside of herself for a moment, then grabbed me and opened me with her other hand. She then kicked one of her high heel encased feet into one of my leg holes, followed by the other. I quivered in delight as I was brought up her legs before being pressed snugly against her pelvis.
"Ungh…a little tight…"
With that, I expanded my waist a tiny bit.
"No wait…that’s perfect."
As she strutted in front of the mirror I drunk in her highly intoxicating smell. It was greater than any experience I had had with any other girl back in Wisconsin. I was beginning to love my decision to move to Virginia.
Finally, she slipped me off and got dressed again. She grabbed me in her hand and brought me to the cash register, where she paid for me and placed me in a shopping bag. It was probably about 5 PM, and I guessed correctly that this woman was going home. She owned me and I still didn’t know her name.
She got on the subway under the mall and rode it to whatever station she got off at. Then she drove to her house and went to her bedroom. She took me out of the bag and placed me on her bed. Looking around, I decided I had guessed a little high of her age, looking at the N’Sync and Brittany Spears posters on her walls. My guess was she was about 17, probably in the summer after her junior year. Her bed was soft, covered with a pink down comforter. She looked at me with a smile.
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