The Ascent of a Woman Pt. 03

"Now that you have some decent new lingerie, " said my friend Bridgette.

"Indecent lingerie is what I would call it," I interrupted,"I look like a hooker from a cheap porn film."

"Its time to invest in a new wardrobe." she continued unfazed, " You look like a lower middle class housewife with what you're wearing. Under it all, you look totally fuckable in your new lingerie. Wasn't that the reason we are doing this?"

I remained silent, remembering April's soft touch and my new found yearning for her. Does that mean I'm now fuckable? Did I want my pussy licked or would a hard cock would do as well?

"OK, you're right." I said,"now what." as we pulled into the parking lot of Milano, a high end women's boutique.

"We can start you off here," Bridgette said, "they even have an exclusive line of stilettos."

"Stiletto's?"

"Commonly known as fuck me heels," Bridgette replied, "we need to get you out of those army boot look a like loafers you always wear."

"But they are so comfy."

"Comfy doesn't get you laid." Bridgette said, "this discussion is closed. In we go."

It was a beautiful store with beautiful clothes reasonably priced. A perky young woman wearing a beautiful deep blue dress, sheer stockings and black 4 inch stilettos greeted us.

"Welcome to Milano. My name is Rose. How May I be of service?"

"We need to find some decent clothes for my friend," Bridgette replied, "let's start with some skirts and blouses."

"Anything in particular?" asked Rose.

"Something loose and comfy," I replied, hoping against hope.

"No way," countered Bridgette, "let's start with pencil skirts, above the knee, black and maybe dark gray. Maybe a nice flouncy pleated skirt. Do you have any satin blouses?"

"I think I can help you. Let's find a fitting room and I'll take some measurements."

In the dressing room I was asked to take off my blouse and skirt for measurements.

"For the proper fit for a pencil skirt, we need your actual measurements, not over clothing" Rose said.

I stripped off my blouse and dropped my skirt. The look of amazement on her face told me everything.

"Forgive me for saying, you are a very sexy woman. Let's see if we can bring some of that sexiness out." Rose said.

For the second time in a day I was groped by a woman. She measured my bust, giving my breasts a gentle squeeze. She brushed by my pussy, fondled my tushy, ran her hands down my legs while taking measurements. It was erotic, kindling desire started by April at Elle earlier today.

She excused herself, returning a few minutes later with an armful of clothes.

"Let's start with comfy yet very sexy outfit," Rose said holding out a dark gray flouncy pleated skirt and a beautiful dark gray shiny satin blouse. "These should look quite pretty on you."

I tried on the blouse, buttoning it right up. Then I slipped on the skirt. Rose reached out and unbuttoned the top three buttons.

"You have such beautiful breasts," she said, "let's show them off a bit."

I looked in the mirror. I looked both sexy and fun loving at the same time. The clothes fit perfectly and were very comfy.

Next came a black mid thigh pencil skirt. I stepped into it and manages to get it over my hips. It was matched with a stunning red satin blouse. A much more serious sexy look. The tight fit changed my walk to much shorter steps. The fit accentuated my tush when I walked.

"Can we try on a smaller size?" asked Bridgette.

"Why? It fits me perfectly." I said.

"Trust me." replied Bridgette.

Rose brought me the blouse and I tried it on. It was very tight across my breasts, straining to stay buttoned up.

"It doesn't fit properly." I said.

"It's perfect," Bridgette replied, "if you want to seduce a man, just wear that bra and blouse. When he's looking at you, take a deep breath, your blouse pops open, continue on as if nothing happened. One look and he can't keep his eyes off your boobs."

"Alright, alright, I'll take it anyway."

Rose was wonderful, helping me choose skirts, blouses, skirt suits, tops and sweaters, even a few dresses. All afternoon she helped smooth fabric, tug hem lines and button blouses. Subtle touching in the right places. It was very erotic and I could feel the tingling in my pussy.

"I'd like to wear the pleated skirt and gray blouse home." I said.

"Perfect. Burn those hideous clothes she wore when we came in," Bridgette said, "otherwise they need to go to a toxic landfill for proper disposal."

When we finally checked out, she too offered a personal appointment to help fill out my wardrobe.

"Where can I find some shoes?" I asked Rose.

"We have a shoe department on the next floor," Rose replied, "go up one floor and ask for Matis. He is our shoe expert."

Thanking her, we went up one floor looking for the perfect pair of shoes.

Matis turned out to be a very French late 20's young 30's.

"How may I be of assistance madame?" he asked as he looked me over, checking out my breasts, down my legs to my shoes. A look of dismay was on his face appeared when he saw my shoes.

"She is looking for some sexy stilettos to go with her outfit. Those loafers are a total disgrace to her and her outfit." Bridgette replied, "nothing under 4 inches, although what she really wants is a good 6 inches."

"Bridgette!"

"Oui madame. Any particular style."

"Closed pointy toe pumps, D'Orsay heels would be fine, ankle straps are OK but no T straps or Mary Jane's." Bridgette answered,"She dies need some bedroom slippers. Perhaps some Marabou mules with a 3 inch heel would do nicely."

"Mais oui, madame. We have a salle d'essayage or how you say en englais fitting room for you to use," he said as he led us into a beautiful room complete with arm chairs and a lounger, " first we must measure your foot for the correct size, non?"

He motioned me into an arm chair, as he sat on a shoe fitting stool. I stuck my right foot out and accidentally put it on his groin. I could feel his cock react. He gingerly removed my foot and started to gently massage my foot.

"It is tres important to have a relaxed foot before we measure," he explained as he continued to massage, moving up to my calf, then up my thigh to the bottom of my skirt, then slowly back down again ending my massaging my foot. It felt wonderful.

"Bien," he said, "now, the other one."

He did exactly the same except his hands crept up under my skirt to my stocking top before starting back down. I found April, Rose and now Matis' hands wandering on my body very stimulating. My pussy was beginning to tingle.

I put my foot on the measuring device. Matis carefully measured both feet, massaging them as he measured them. It felt so good.

"Bien," he said, "you are an 8. I will go and bring les chaussures à talon aiguille. I mean the stiletto shoes for you. Quelle colour? I mean the colour you want?"

"Black, black patent, pink perhaps nude as well." Bridgette replied for me before I could say anything.

Matis bowed and left. Suddenly Bridgette's phone signalled an incoming text.

"Damn," she exclaimed reading it, "I'm needed at work ASAP. I've got to go. Can I trust you to do the right thing? I'll drop your things off later. Can you can get home?"

"Yes, I can cab home. Thank you for all your help and support today. Love you." I said as

I hugged her.

After Bridgette left I just had this feeling as to what might happen next. I got out my phone. Looking around I found the best place to discreetly place it, set up the video recording and pushed record.

A few minutes later I heard a discrete knock on the door and Matis was back, arms loaded with shoe boxes.

"Madam," he said, "your friend, she is not here."

"No," I replied, "she was called away. It's just me,"

"Bien," he said, "madam is tres elegant but les chaussures, non, we must fix."

He sat on the shoe fitting stool, a shoe box in his hands. He opened the box and took out a black patent, 4 inch, pointy toed stiletto. He put the shoe and box down. He took my foot, placed it in his lap and started to massage my foot.

"Your outfit is tres elegant. To complete you must wear les chaussures à talon aiguille." he said as he slipped the stiletto on. He took my other foot, gave it a bit of a massage then slipped the other stiletto on. My feet were still in his lap. I could see his cock growing!

"C'est tres sexy! See how more beautiful your legs are wearing les chaussures à talon aiguille." he said, running his hands up my leg, savouring the smooth nylon. Slipping under the hem of my skirt, he didn't stop until he felt my stocking top. He held his hands there, massaging my thighs, then slowly brought them down. This was getting me horny.

I admit my legs did look wonderful. The stilettos added a whole new level of sexiness.

"I would like to show you," Matis said gently removing the shoes, "please stand up."

He helped me up and knelt at my feet.

"You see how everything is, how you say, flat," he said," now please let me help you put on les chaussures à talon aiguille. you steady yourself on me,"

I steadied myself by holding his shoulder as I slipped into the stilettos. Immediately I saw my calves change shape to a much sexier profile.

"Yes, you see the difference. It makes the derrière much more sexy." he said as his hands moved up my legs and under my skirt, "please take off your skirt to see."

"Matis, I am not taking off my skirt in front of you. All I have on is my panties." I replied.

"Mais non," he replied, "Do you go to la plage, the beach? Do you wear the bikini?"

"Well yes," I replied.

"Your bikini culottes, I mean panties, is smaller that the panty you are wearing, non?" he asked as his hands were dangerously close to my panties.

"We'll, yes." I replied, feeling his hands caressing my tushy, outlining my panties

"So you have more clothes on without your skirt than you wear a la plage, I mean the beach. In fact you are even wearing bas femme I mean stockings also." he argued, "this is much more than you wear at the beach."

My pussy was tingling. I think if he touched it I would cum immediately. I needed to divert his attention and hands.

"OK Matis. You can take my skirt off but no hands below the waist."

Caressing my legs, he slowly brought his hands down to the stilettos. He reached up, undid my skirt and slowly lowered it to the floor, slowly exposing my garter belt, straps holding up my stockings. As it went lower my translucent panties were exposed, a damp spot forming, pussy lips outlined in the delicate material. He slid it down to my stocking tops until it fluttered to the floor. I stepped out of it,

There I stood, looking at my self in the mirror, garter belt, stockings and stilettos on full display. I still had on my blouse.

"I am sorry," he said, "I will now stand."

"Please step out of les chaussures à talon aiguille to see the difference. I will hold you so you don't fall."

He stepped very close to me and put his hands on my waist, I slipped out of my shoes and went backwards into him.

" Ah, you regard voter jambes, I mean see your legs and derrière."

"Yes."

"Put on voter chaussures à talon aiguille, I mean shoes to see the difference." he said holding me close while I slipped the shoes back on.

I could see the difference.

"Voila!" he said reaching down to my thigh and bringing his hand up as he spoke, "you see how your legs look so much longer and sexier."

"Your derrière is lofted, rounder, more sexy," he continued as he caressed my tushy.

I was starting to breath a little heavier.

"It also helps to make voter seins, your breasts, they are now more better to look at." he stammered, "you can see if your blouse you take off."

"Take off my blouse?"

"Mais oui. Are you not wearing une soutien-gorge? I mean a bra?" he asked.

"Of course I am." I answered, "I don't want to stand here exposed in my lingerie."

"Cherrie, you wear the bikini to the beach, non? You are as covered perhaps more than a la plage, I mean at the beach." he said.

As he spoke I could feel his cock getting hard as I leaned back into him. My pussy was getting very wet.

"OK, but watch where you put your hands," I warned.

He reached around me, pulling me even closer. I could feel his hard cock pushing into my back. He started to undo my blouse. A wicked idea entered my mind.

"Your belt buckle is digging into me," I said, "you need to take it off before you continue."

"But I have lost weigh. My pants, they will fall down." he complained

"Are you not wearing culottes?" I asked.

"Mais non. Culottes are for the women. I am wearing sous-vêtements masculins. Culottes for men"

"Smaller than what you wear to the beach?"

"Non."

"Well then you can take your pants off and you will still be wearing what did you call them, bas femme."

"Non, bas femme are the stockings for women but I wear the socks."

"Drop the belt or pull up my skirt." I demanded.

He stepped back. He unfastened his belt, dropped his pants and stepped out of them. I could see his cock straining in his briefs. He came up behind me, put his arms around me, grinding his cock into my tush and continued to unbutton my blouse.

"Oh Cherie, votre soutiens-gorge, sexy bra, beau breasts, your beautiful long legs et les chaussures à talon aiguille, stilettos, baise-moi, baise-moi, baise-moi." he whispered as he nuzzled and kissed my neck, "baise-moi, Blaise-moi."

I lost complete control of myself I was so aroused. I spun around, grabbed the bottom of his shirt and ripped it open, buttons flying in every direction. He shrugged off his suit coat and shirt. I grabbed his head, kissing him, driving my tongue into his mouth, while walking backwards until I bumped into the lounger. I reached down and tore his shorts off. His hard 6 inch cock sprang out. I sat down, pulling my panties off, then leaned back and spread my legs. He knelt on the floor, ran his cock along my pussy lips, then slowly entered my pussy, deeper and deeper until he was fully engulfed.

The wave of pleasure as he entered me and gradually filled my pussy was indescribable. I wrapped my legs around his butt and dug my heels into him to keep him inside me. I savored the feeling of his cock inside me. He tried to pull out. I dug my heels in deeper. He groaned with pleasure.

I eased up gradually letting him slowly pull out. His cock head was almost out when I drove my heels into his butt driving him deep inside me, a wave of pleasure building as he completely fill my pussy. I let him start to pump.

"Deeper, harder,"I cried out, the waves of pleasure building.

The pleasure was so intense, building with every stroke, his cock sliding in and out. I lost all sense of where I was, my entire being was focused on the building pleasure. Again and again he pumped, faster and faster, the intensity of the waves of pleasure increasing with every stroke until suddenly my brain exploded. I vaguely sensed him cuming once, then a second time, then a third time filling my pussy.

He collapsed on top of me. His cock still deep inside me. Our breathing gradually coming back to normal, he pulled his shrinking cock out of my pussy.

I felt so fulfilled and relaxed. The tensions were gone, replaced by the sweet after glow of a hot, sweaty romp of sex. An empty void had been filled with a hard cock. I knew I would have a lingering memory as his cum started to slowly ooze out of me. I dipped a finger into it and brought it to my lips. I thought his eyes would pop out of his head when he saw pop my finger into my mouth.

"Hum, delicious," I said as I dipped my finger and had a second taste, "perhaps next time, if there is a next time, I need to drink from the fountain."

I swear his cock twitched when he heard me. I saw a final drip forming on the tip of his cock.

"Come here," I ordered, "walk slowly and don't make a mess."

As he slowly walked on his knees toward me, the drip got longer. Standing beside me, I captured that big juicy drip, now a blob, on my finger.

"Lick my finger. Taste your man milk. Taste the seed you filled my pussy with. Savor it."

He obediently licked my finger, then started to suck it.

"Could you give me my purse please." I asked him.

"Certainment." he replied standing up.

He handed it to me. I took out a Tampon, spread my legs and inserted it. I didn't want to be leaking his cum all day.

"Oh cherrie," he whispered, watching me insert the tampon, "that was manifique! You are manifique! You are beautiful. When you tried on les chaussures à talon aiguille, I lost control. I apologize. Any man would lose control."

"Les chaussures à talon aiguille?" I asked, "what exactly does that mean?"

He glanced down, not looking at me, "En anglais, in English, it means Les fuck me heels. No man can resist."

"And what about Blaise-moi. You kept whispering baise-moi."

"'En anglais, is very crude but en francais..."

"Matis, what does it mean."

He knelt before me, "It means.."

"Yes."

"It means fuck me but en francais more like make love to me."

"We definitely fucked but making love? I don't know about that," I replied, "Get the other stilettos so I can try them on."

"Oui madam." he replied meekly.

I tried on the other stilettos Matis brought me. He knelt before, caressing and massaging my feet every time I tried on a new pair. Beautiful stilettos in black, pink, white, nude and he even brought a cute pair of mules with a 3 inch heel. It was as if he was my servant, kneeling before me, helping me. I realized he was worshiping my feet and stilettos.

Once I had tried them all on, I decided it was time to get dressed. Matis helped me with my blouse, carefully buttoning it up. I stepped back into my skirt and he pulled it up, tucked my blouse in and zipped it up for me, arranging so it looked just right.

Then I let him get dressed.

I needed a ride home. Matis agreed to give me a ride. I paid for my new shoes and while he loaded the car, I retrieved my phone.

When I opened the door I could see Bridgette had been there and and dropped of my new lingerie and clothes. Matis carried my purchases up to my apartment. When he saw the packages, his eyes lit up.

"May I aide toi? I mean help you."

I looked at him and could see his cock straining against his pants.

It took longer than I thought. He didn't leave until the next morning.

Baise-moi