Bored One Saturday Afternoon - Part 2

….. Continued from Part1

“The skirt looks perfect,” I said as she did a twirl.

“Turn around and bend over. Let’s see what shows and when.”

As she bent over, I saw her panties come into view. I looked over at Francine, who shrugged back at me.

“Okay,” I said with a smile in my voice, “turn around and face me. Bend over and let’s see what the blouse reveals.”

She bent over slowly, and, as we were trying to have happen, the blouse gaped away from her chest, revealing her bra.

With an exasperated grin, I said, “Jess, we’re supposed to be exposing our naked bodies to people not flashing our underwear. Are you going to be part of this or not?”

“Well,” she stammered, “I don’t know. I don’t feel comfortable. What if we get caught?”

“Look,” I said. “How does what I have on look?”

“It’s a nice shift dress,” she replied tentatively. “It looks fine.”

“Well,” I said, “watch what happens when I bend over.”

I bent over from the waist until I saw, from the shocked look on her face, that she could see my naked boobs. I then turned around and bent over from the waist to show her my naked crotch.

“That’s what we’re talking about. Francine’s outfit allows the same exposure. The outfit you’ve got on is perfect, but you’ve got to lose the underwear if you're going to be part of this.”

“Are you in or are you out?”

As I stared at her, I saw her eyes dart back and forth between Francine and me.

After several seconds, she shrugged with a resigned look on her face as she said, “I’m in.”

Reaching under the skirt, she lowered her panties before reaching under the blouse and extracting her bra.

Holding out my hand, I said, “I’ll hold onto those for you.”

When she said, with a questioning, what do you mean look, I replied, “I don’t want you chickening out and slipping them back on when you get changed for show time. I’ll keep them in my purse until we’re ready to quit.”

Looking at Francine, I said, “Let’s get changed back into our stuff and pay for these. Then we can start having some fun.”

“But,” Jessica started to say, “I don’t have any underwear to wear under my shorts and tank top. People will know I don’t have any underwear on.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Francine said. “Think about it. They’ll only think that you don’t with those clothes. With the new stuff, they’ll know for sure.”

Francine paid for all our outfits as she had said she would. It came to a grand total of sixteen dollars.

We went into the washroom just down the mall to get changed into our outfits. Francine and I came out together and stood in the mall waiting for Jessica.

After five minutes, unable to stand still because of my nervous excitement, I said, “What’s taking her so long?”

I was just about to go in and see what the problem was when she emerged from the washroom.

She nervously looked around the mall before whispering, “Everyone’s looking at me. They know I’m nude under this. This is so embarrassing.”

“It’ll be okay, Jessica,” Francine said. “I was nervous the first time too. The rush you feel when you’ve done it far outweighs the nervousness. Believe me.”

Jessica’s doubting face questioned what Francine said.

In response, Francine said, “Give me your street clothes, girls. Jane, can you put them in her car? We don’t need to carry them around with us while we’re doing this.”

Francine handed me her bag and grabbed Jessica’s from her as Jessica exclaimed, “What! You’re going to take my clothes away? Why?”

“We need to keep our hands free,” said Francine. “It’s a lot easier to do this when you are unencumbered.”

I headed off to put the stuff in my car.

The trip to the car wasn’t too bad because the bags I was carrying at my sides held my dress down.

The trip back, however, was a bit exciting as the breeze kept threatening to lift my skirt.

At one point, about three-quarters of the way back to the mall entrance, I was about twenty feet ahead of two teenagers when I missed a gust, and the back of my dress lifted to expose my ass to them.

I didn’t know if they’d seen anything though until, as I opened the door, I looked back and saw them talking excitedly while staring at me.

Getting back to Francine and Jessica, and finding them still engrossed in conversation, I said, “Nice show, Jessica.”

In response to her surprised look, I continued, “The way you’re sitting meant I could catch a glimpse of the top of your pubic hair as I walked up to you.”

She clamped her legs together and stared at me with an I am not having fun look.

Looking at Francine, I said, “I think that we need a group showing as a warm-up. What do you think, Francine?”

“Sure,” she said. “One of the safest flashes I’ve done is in a shoe store. In my experience, the servers all try and look up your skirt anyway, so they never make a fuss when you flash them. The last time I did a shoe store, I got a discount on the shoes I bought from the manager, who, it turned out, was the man I flashed.”

“There’s a great shoe store in the mall for flashing. It’s got a bunch of semi-private alcoves so that people can try on shoes in relative privacy. I can try on some shoes while you girls sit on either side of me. After I’ve flashed him, you girls can too.”

We followed Francine to Uptown Shoes. Coming into the store, we were greeted by a man in his early twenties who said, with a big smile as he looked each of us in the eye, “Good morning, ladies. I’m Jeff. Is there anything I can help you with?”

“Yes, Jeff,” said Francine. “I’m looking for a pair of black dress shoes. As they’re for dancing, I think that I’ll need a strap.”

“Right this way,” he replied as he turned to walk into the store. “Strap on women’s dress shoes are back in, so we have quite a good selection.”

As we came to a section of the wall, Jeff stopped and pointed to about twenty different shoes as he said, “All of these models come in black, blue, and white. Some of them come in other colours as well.”

Francine made a show of looking before, as Jeff looked on, she bent forward towards a shoe about two feet off the floor. I could tell from the way his eyes moved that Jeff had seen her tit through the armhole.

Turning to him, Francine said, “How about this one? I think that I’m a size eight.”

“If you like that one,” he replied with a smile as he reached for other shoes, “this one is similar but slightly better made, as is this one.”

“Okay,” she said, “let’s try all three.”

“Great,” he said. “Let me confirm your size over here.”

He turned and led us to one of the alcoves at the back of the store.

Once we got there, Jeff said, “Please take off your shoes, step onto this machine, and stand normally with your feet about a foot apart. It will measure your size as well as the pressure points of your feet.”

“I’ll be right back. I’ll take a reading at the computer,” he said as he turned away and went over to the cash.

Watching him at the computer, I saw his eyes widen just before he looked over at Francine with a smile. He hit a few keys before leaving the computer and returning to us.

“You're right,” he said as he returned a moment later. “You are a size eight. Did you know that rather than having an even pressure on the bottom of your feet, you tend to put weight on the outside? Do the soles of your shoes tend to wear on the outside before the inside?”

“Yes,” Francine said. “That’s true. The outside edge of my shoes tends to wear faster on all my shoes.”

“You also have calluses there that could, if they’re not treated properly, lead to problems later. If you wish, I can recommend a podiatrist who can help treat your calluses and give you some exercises to change the way you stand.”

Seeing Francine look at him questioningly, he continued, “The machine has a camera that takes a picture of your feet. I see the whole foot or zoom in on a specific part.”

“I can also put new, harder soles on the shoes so that the uneven pressure won’t prematurely wear the outside.”

“Women’s dress shoes tend to have rather flimsy soles.”

“With normal wear, they’ll last about forty to fifty wear days. With your pressure points, I’d predict they’d only give you about twenty wear days. With the harder soles, you’d get at least eighty wear days and most likely more. If you see the podiatrist, I think that number would be up around two hundred.”

“Really,” said Francine. “Let’s see how they fit first.”

“I’ll be right back,” he said. “According to the computer, we have your size in all three shoes.”

As he left, we sat down, and Francine said, “Wow. This is quite the shoe store. I’ve never experienced anything like that before.”

“Yeah,” I replied with a smile. “I hope you don’t mind having a picture taken of your pussy.”

Seeing her shocked look, I continued, “When he was looking at the computer, I saw him smile as he looked over at you. He knows that you don’t have any panties on. I think the camera in the machine can take pictures of more than feet.”

“Really,” she said with a grin. “Well, then we’ll just have to give him a real show and get something out of this. I wasn’t going to buy any shoes here, but I think that I’m about to get a really good deal.”

“At one point I’m going to want him distracted, so I’m going to ask one of you to try on a pair of shoes too.”

Looking at both Jessica and me, she said, “Who wants to try on shoes?”

“Well, Jessica,” I said. "Do you want to or what?”

“Well,” she stammered, “do you think the camera takes really clear pictures?”

I looked at her with a what does it matter expression. As I saw Jeff returning, I said, “I’ll do it, Francine.”

“Here we are,” he said as he sat on the stool in front of Francine.

“Let’s try this shoe first,” he continued as he opened one of the boxes. He pulled out a shoe and held it up to show Francine.

She uncrossed her legs to give him her right foot. I noticed that she hadn’t adjusted her skirt, so it had fallen in a way that hid her crotch from his view.

‘She’s teasing him,’ I thought. ‘She knows that he knows that she doesn’t have panties on, and she’s teasing him.’

He put the shoe on her right foot. He then took out and put on the left one. As he finished tying the strap, Francine stood up and took a few steps. Still standing, she said, “They feel good. The right strap seems a bit tight though. Is there a way to loosen it?”

She presented her right foot to him, and he loosened the strap one stop. She took a few steps back and forth before she said, “They feel good. Girls, how do they look to you?”

“Great,” I said, and Jessica echoed.

“Let’s try the other ones,” the salesperson said.

As Francine sat down, I noticed that she had tucked the skirt under her bottom so that it was now pulled tight across her thighs. She’d also moved forward in the seat.

As Jeff took her foot to remove the shoes she had on, I saw his eyes widen and thought, ‘He’s seen her naked crotch.’

He was good. The whole time he was taking off the first shoes and putting on the second pair, he kept up a conversation while his eyes were glued to her crotch. When he’d finished doing up the straps, Francine rose to try walking in the new pair.

“These feel much better,” she said.

“Well,” he said, “these shoes are the low-end model from a much better manufacturer. They’re the same price as the other pair but a much better value.”

The third pair is their mid-line shoe. It’s a little more but, in my opinion, worth the extra dollars.”

Francine, as she stood looking down at the shoes, turned to me and said, “Francine. You should try a pair of these on. They’re fantastic.”

Remembering that she wanted to distract the salesperson, I said, “You think so? Okay. I’ll try a pair after you’re finished.”

“I’m sure,” Francine said, “that Jeff can get you a pair now. I want to leave these on for a few minutes to see how my feet react. Is that okay, Jeff?”

Jeff looked up at her and said, “Certainly. No problem at all. Please step on the machine, miss, and I’ll analyze your feet.”

I stepped onto the machine and waited while he went over to the computer. After a few moments, he came back and said, “You’re a nine-and-a-half miss. From what the machine says, your stance is fantastic, and you don’t have any pressure points. What colour do you want to try on?”

“Do they come in red?” I asked.

“Unfortunately not,” he replied. “In addition to black, white, and blue, I have them in green, yellow, and tan.”

"Tan, please,” I said.

As Jeff disappeared into the back, I said, “Could you bring out the other model too, please?”

As soon as he disappeared, Francine sat down and pulled a long, red cylindrical object out of her purse.

Seeing our startled looks, she said, “I always have my friend with me.”

Spreading her legs apart, she stuck it under her skirt. A second or so later, her empty hands emerged from under her skirt.

“Jeff is about to get a shock,” she said. Watch his face as he puts on the third pair of shoes.”

“I’ll get him warmed up for you,” I said. “I’ll give him a peek at me.”

Just after Francine stood up, Jeff came through the stockroom door, saying, “Here’s the tan pair. The other model does come in red, so I brought them out. Do those still feel good, miss?”

“Yup,” Francine replied with a smile. Jeff wouldn’t notice, but I know her so well that I could tell her voice was strained as she responded.

‘She’s tense trying to hold the vibrator in,’ I thought.

As I presented him with my left foot, I saw Jeff’s eyes, which had darted down to my crotch, widen and thought, ‘Now he’s seen my naked crotch too.’

Thinking about him staring at my crotch, I felt a tingling in my stomach and thought, ‘This is such a turn-on.’

As Jeff finished doing up the second strap, Francine sat down next to me.

Standing up, I walked around for a bit before saying, “Wow. You’re right, Francine. These are comfortable. I don’t think that I’ve ever had a pair of dress shoes that felt this good.”

Continued in Part 3......