Fancy Wears

Jen Jones was now a successful 43 year old entrepreneur. Five years ago she'd quit her job as a nurse and went back to what she started out as. She'd bummed about a bit after finishing her design degree working in a couple of fashion houses but she didn't really have the flair to design. However having come back to it she found a niche in the market, high quality fancy dress.

"Jen's Fancy Wears" was not you're run of the mill rubbish but bespoke outfits for 'special occasions' and at a good price. They weren't off the shelf outfits either, sometimes Jen had to do a lot of researching to get the right stuff. Her design craft skills came useful when she had to make things she couldn't get hold of or were too expensive. Jen would immerse herself in the role to ensure she fulfilled the customers required and today would be no exception however with a very surprising and unexpected outcome.

Tuesday's were always quiet and Jen was about to shut up early. Generally nobody came in to her boutique after 4pm especially in winter. She only stayed open until 4.30pm in case any Suppliers got back to her. She'd turned the sign to closed and was about to flick the latch when a gentleman in his mid-fifties appeared at the door smiling at her. Jen smiled back and opened the door.

'Hi! Are you closed? Sorry.' Jen didn't know which part of his sentence to answer first so replied in the same order.

'Hi! No, I was going to shut early but it's ok. Come in.' Jen opened the door and let the man in, closing it behind him and inviting him over to a desk at the back of the boutique and offering a seat.

'So how can I be of service to you Mr....' The man held out his hand.

'Rogers, Mark Rogers. I'm wanting a very special outfit for a present but it's a little, how can I put it....?' He paused just enough for Jen to complete his sentence.

'Naughty?' The man blushed and gave Jen a weak smile.

'Yes, a little. It's my wife's birthday and it's a surprise!' For who Jen wondered.

'That's nice Mr Rogers. What is it you require?' She was used to that sort of request and had two outfits in mind for him already based on first impressions, Secretary or Teacher.

'1950/60 St. Trinians schoolgirl!' He replied and Jen was pleased that she was close with her suspicions.

'That's fine, any particular 'novelties' you require?' This would see how kinky they or he was. As he openly and he very causally described in intricate details what he required, Jen made notes but also took the opportunity to give him the once over. He'd looked just under average height and slightly over average weight but she never judged on the latter. He had short cropped hair and a tidy goatee beard, both of which were salt and pepper coloured. She thought he was very attractive.

His two best feature were his deep, dark brown eyes and his voice. Deep, northern, a little rough but smooth in content. It sounded like the actor Sean Bean. Yorkshire. By the time he'd finished explaining his requirements Jen realised she'd been listening to him for almost half an hour.

'I have some questions but I need to lock up first.' She stood up and walked over to the door. He watched as she passed him and his eyes stared at her long legs in her heels and her arse. On her returned he smiled at her breasts as she sat back down.

'I have enough details on the outfit I just need a few more details on your wife, namely her measurements. How tall is she?' He thought a second and replied.

'Oh about 5' 4", leggy though, especially in heels! Unlike me!' He laughed and Jen smiled.

'Now her vitals?' He looked at her slightly puzzled at Jen.

'Her what?' Jen didn't know what to think, she thought everyone knew what that meant.

'Her sizes! Her bust! What size?' It then dawned on him and her felt slightly embarrassed.

'Oh god! I have no idea! I completely forgot to ask!' Jen looked at him in amazement.

'You don't know your wife's size? Are they big, small? Ok! Compared to mine! Smaller, bigger?' The man looked sheepishly at Jen.

'About the same! Yes the same!' Jen made a note smiling, 30F. Although Jen was quiet petite her boobs were more than ample, a handful at least.

'What about the waist? Is she slim? Average or fat!' The man looked at her and gave her a prompt response.

'She's not fat! She's cuddly, curvy! Maybe a little belly!' Jen laughed.

'Like me then! So what about her hips?' He looked confused again.

'Her bum!' The man smiled.

'Ah! Very nice bum! Curvy!' Jen stood up.

'Curvy isn't a size! Mine's curvy! She turned around showing off her bottom.

'The same indeed! Curvy!' Jen sat down a little frustrated but also in slight disbelief at what she had done. Was it him that urged her to do it?

'Ok so we've established she's probably 30F-26-34. Good at last. Now she's quite short. Is she more legs or torso?' He smiled back and replied.

'Sorry for the inconvenience. Legs definitely!' His apology made her feel a little guilty and she smiled back.

'It's not a problem Mr Rogers, Mark. I have everything I need now. When do you require it for?' He explained and Jen replied.

'Ok come back next Tuesday about the same time and it should be sorted. Oh one final thing, do you have a budget?' He laughed and said confidently.

'Definitely not! Whatever it costs it costs.' That made Jen pleased. Not because she would make more but because she could get quality merchandise and she loved that. The man stood up, their current business concluded and discretely adjusted himself. Jen however did notice and as he offered his hand to her in gratitude for her patience, her eyes spotted his adjustment, a rather long, thick bulge running from his mid-groin to his right thigh. Christ this bloke was hung and currently hard. As she shook his hand she couldn't take her eyes off it.

'Out of curiosity Mark how old is you wife?' He smiled and Jen saw his cock twitch as he replied.

'46.' Jen looked him in the eye and replied.

'Oh! Same age as me then!' She led him to the door, opened it saying goodbye and Mark Rogers left.

That evening Jen sat curled up of her sofa with her laptop watching 'The Belles of St Trinian's' and couldn't believe how they got away with some of the stuff that was on display. Clearly the older girls being portrayed in the film were women, very glamorous ones. In the scenes where they were half naked Mark Rogers's description of the uniform was perfect. Retro or vintage underwear was big and therefore expensive. Corsets and girdles made to the way they used to be were rear.

The black seamed, RHT stockings made from silk that darkened when creased and that had three or four darker welts were even more difficult to get hold of. The one thing that differed from what Jen could see were the knickers.

The girls on the film wore black frilly knickers to look sexy but he wanted big blue ones, the sort girls wore in the 70's and early 80's, belly warmers as she called them. A white blouse, tie and the familiar pinny or gym slip. She then watched 'Murder at St Trinian's and the girls were exactly the same, sexy, leggy and curvaceous. She could see why he liked them and then she thought it was coincidental that his wife and she were almost identical in every facet.

She finished watching the film with lots of things running through her head and went to bed. She woke and it was still dark, her dream still fresh in her mind. She had be a St Trinian's schoolgirl dressed in their sexy uniform and Mr Rogers was the headmaster. She'd been caught flashing her stocking top off to one of the male teacher and had been called to the headmaster's office.

She'd been spanked for her misdemeanour but couldn't remember if she'd dreamt she felt his erection beneath her or if now awake she was just imagining it. Either way she felt turned on and allowed her hand to run over her belly to the soft mound of hair above her labia. Her lips were swollen and wet and she pushed two fingers easily inside herself. She gasped at the feeling not quite knowing why she felt the way she did but the pleasure was beyond belief.

She stroked herself slowly at first allowing the pleasure to build, thinking of her dream and the bulge of Rogers she had seen. God she was being turned on by another man's fantasy and she was loving it. It didn't take Jen long to orgasm, a long, hard orgasm the likes of which she had not experienced for some time. The pleasure felt so good she made herself cum twice more before falling asleep again.

Jen was up late on Wednesday morning due to her late night indulgence and forgot Mary Scott was due round at 9am. Mary was a supplier of nostalgia and nostalgic garments so it was a lucky coincidence she was visiting today as she may have been able to help Jen in acquiring some if not all of Rogers's requirements. Jen still dressed in her dressing gown asked the door to Mary at 9am and apologised for her attire due to a late night with a client.

Mary laughed and dismissed it saying she had been guilty of doing the same thing many times in her past. Mary was always well dressed and today was no exception in a beautiful blue dress, matching nylons and heels. She was very attractive and must have been in her mid-forties.

Jen was viewing some samples for another customer that morning and before they started she offered Mary a drink. She made them both a cup of tea and brought it through. As she placed the cup down for Mary her gown opened slightly and unknown to Jen she got a view of sizeable breasts. Mary thanked Jen for the tea and the view and showed her the samples, eyeing Jen up at every opportunity, especially her bare legs and cleavage knowing she was probably naked underneath her gown. When Mary had finished showing the samples she asked her a very open question.

'Is there anything else you want me to look for you?' Jen thought before replying.

'No I don't think so Mary. Oh wait, yes maybe? Do you know much about vintage underwear?' Mary looked at Jen quizzically.

'A little, my dear, why?' Jen explained about Rogers requirements and that she'd watched a few films to get more of an idea of what would be suitable for him.

'So I wondered if you had the corset, seamed stockings and big blue knickers?' Mary smiled at Jen at corrected her mistake.

'They wore girdles then not corsets those sexy young girls. That uniform is one of my particular favourites! In fact I'm wearing one now!' Jen looked at her in surprise.

'Really? What's the difference?' Mary stood up to pass on her knowledge.

'The control! Here let me show you.' Without hesitation Mary unzipped her dress and it dropped to the floor revealing her stunning underwear. Jen was slightly embarrassed as she gazed at Mary in her girdle, stockings and big blue knickers.

'What do you think?' Mary asked as she stood there bold as brass semi naked in her stunning vintage outfit.

'Wow Mary you look amazing! Beautiful!' Mary nodded and beamed at Jen.

'Thank you! See how it pulls in at the hips. I've got a big bum hence the girdle and big blue knickers!' She spun around and bent over slightly showing it off to Jen who felt a little strange staring at another woman's bottom.

'Your bum's not big Mary! I've got a big bum!' Exclaimed Jen from nowhere.

'I think we are probably a similar size Jen! Fancy trying this on? Get a feel for it and what your customer wants?' Jen blushed.

'No it's ok Mary.' However it was too late as Mary took no notice and had already started undoing her suspenders from her stocking tops and was rolling them down. As Mary started to unclip her girdle, Jen panicked.

'Mary its ok honest!' Mary just laughed as she continued her sexy strip in front of the blushing and flustered Jen.

'Don't be shy my dear, we both know what's underneath!' After undoing three clips Mary's breasts sprung forth and bounced, her large brown nipples fully erect. She removed the girdle and pulled down her big blue knickers and faced Jen naked.

'Don't be shy Jen! Try them on!' Jen didn't know what to do as she looked at Mary's naked body which for a woman her age was in great shape. She also noticed she shaved and her cunt was completely smooth which meant her labia were quite prominent, just like her nipples. Then in a bold move that shocked Jen, Mary grabbed the belt of her gown and pulled it undone.

'There now you're as naked as me, try it on Jen!' Reluctantly Jen removed her gown and Mary gazed upon her magnificent breasts. She noticed a small tuft of blonde hair at the top of her lips which Mary thought was cute.

'Now come here and put this on!' Mary ordered passing Jen the girdle. Jen took it off her, embarrassed beyond belief but felt somewhat comfortable with Mary having got over the initial shock. Jen started to put the girdle on but struggled with the clips, her breasts were a cup size bigger than Mary's.

'Here let me help you!' Mary said and stood behind Jen trying to fasten up the girdle.

'I think your young boobs are a bit bigger than mine but we'll get there!' Mary moved closer to really pull the girdle tight in to Jen to fasten the clips. Jen felt Mary's hard nipples brush and her back and arms several times and then a leg against her buttocks. Neither action felt accidental but more staged for effect. Jen was beginning to enjoy the attention and the effect it was having on her.

'Turn around the Jen. Let's see what it looks like.' Jen turned around, her breasts almost bursting out of the girdle.

'My Jen I didn't realise your breasts were so full, don't bend over or they will pop out! Here let me help you with the stockings.' She expertly rolled up the first stocking and slipped it over Jen's foot. As she rolled it over her calf and up her thigh, two thighs happened.

Mary's hands were rubbing their way up thigh and her face was level with Jen's cunt, just inches away. Mary fastened the suspender clips gently again touching the warm flesh of her thigh and repeated it with Jen's second stocking. By now Jen felt increasingly horny and as Mary told her to step in to her big blue knickers.

'Mary do you get an excited feeling wearing these clothes?' As Mary stood behind Jen, pulling up the knickers, nipples once again brushing against Jen.

'All of the time! I'm in a permanent state of excitement and even more so dressing you up in them!' As Mary pulled the knickers up and over Jen's bum she grabbed them and drew the tight ensuring the gusset rode slightly between her cunt lips.

'Oh Mary that's high enough I think!' Jen gasped as Mary ran her hand over Jen's arse.

'They fit like a glove. Now turn around again Jen!' She did as requested and Mary gasped.

'Oh Jen you look stunning! I think the fact your boobs don't quite fit in and it make them bugle out is amazing! And those knickers look divine!' She was looking down at the groove her lips had made in them. Then Jen did something even she found unexpected and pulled the cups down an inch allowing her erect nipples to poke out over the top.

'And what about this look?' Mary smiled and placed her middle finger against the groove and gently rubbed it.

'Perfect!' The two women embraced and kissed each other deeply, their tongues exploring each other's mouths. Mary pushed her finger harder against Jen's lips making her moan with pleasure and Jen lowered her hand and slipped two fingers easily inside Mary's cunt. She was hot and wet and had obviously been turned on by what she had been doing to Jen.

Mary's blue knickers were getting deeper and wetter as they disappeared further in to Jen's cunt and it became a race to see who could make the other cum first. With her free arm she pulled Jen in to her so the breasts touched and nipples rubbed against each other. Her legs buckled as her orgasm consumed her and she screamed out loud.

'Oh my god Jen! Yes!' As she came she mustered the strength to push her fingers deeper in to Jen's cunt and made her cum too.

'Yes Mary! Oh yes I'm cumming!' Mary felt her knickers get wetter and wetter as Jen came in them.

Mary left Jen several things after she left. The first was a feeling of satisfaction. The second was the girdle and final the name of the stocking supplier and the best place to go for big knickers and gymslip. Jen did a little more research on the tunic and by 1pm she was ready to go and get all the articles she required to complete the outfit.

At 2pm she arrived at Antonio's Silk Emporium, small boutique hidden away in the far side of town. She walked in to a paradise of silken products, from scarves to purses, dresses to stockings. Antonio walked out of the back room to greet Jen and they introduced each other, Jen mentioning Mary. After asking what Jen was enquiring about she replied.

'A pair of navy blue and a pair of black silk, RHT, Cuban heeled, seamed stockings.' The man smiled at her and said in a strong, French accent.

'Ah, a verry gud choice Madame! Un moment!' He disappeared in to the back of the shop and came back a few minutes later.

'I zink you will find zeeze verry gud!' He opened one packet and pulled out a pair of fine black stockings and passed her them.

'Pleeze!' Jen took them from him and could not believe how fine and light they were as they lay across her palms.

'Women love ze feeling up zeere full leg, men enjoy ze thighz! But zhay also enjoy ze silk handz!' Jen look at him puzzled.

'What are the silk hands?' He gestured her to follow him in to the back and Jen followed him in to a small room full of boxes and a full length vanity mirror.

'Place ze stockingz over ur handz and pull zhem up az high az you can.' Jen did as he said and when she had done it turned to face him. Antonio was stood in front of the mirror, his trousers and pants around his ankles, his semi erect cock bouncing in front of him.

'You understand what ze silk handz meanz Jen?' She smiled at him and her eyes lit up and she felt a tingle between her thighs.

'Yes!' Jen took hold of his cock in her silky hand and began to squeeze and stroke it to a full and impressive erection, much to Antonio's delight judging by his moans of pleasure. Jen slid her hand harder up and down his shaft, ensuring his exposed head got its silken pleasure.

He'd obviously had many a silken hand job and loved it when her palm glided over his sensitive head making him shake however Jen did wonder why she had both hands covered so she took it in to her own hands to put it to use. She was now stood behind Antonio, both looking in to the mirror as Jen's silken slid up and down his shaft.

She forced her free hand between his thighs and grabbed his balls much to the surprise of Antonio and she began to rub and squeeze them between her palm and his own arse. His moans got louder and towards to groans as Jen gave the term 'silk hands' new meaning. Antonio was almost on his tip toes and the two sensations were getting too much for him but it's what Jen did next that sent him over the edge.

She sensed he was nearing his orgasm by his breathing and moaning so she let go of his balls and ran her fingers between the cheeks of his arse and locate his tight hole and after rubbing it with her silk covered middle finger she inserted it. This came as a massive shock to Antonio and was the catalyst to his orgasm. Almost instantaneously he came.

As Jen pulled back his skin, cum exploded from his cock so hard it splattered against the mirror. Jen continued to stroke him and bury her finger inside him even against his protests and cries as she knew by the volume of cum shooting from his balls he was indeed enjoying her impromptu fingering. Finally his cum ran dry and he was let breathing fast and deep. Jen let go of his cock and pulled out her finger from his asshole which had gone in well over her knuckle.

'I hope you enjoyed my silk hands Antonio?' She asked as she carefully removed the silk stockings. He nodded still breathless and muttered still breathless.