Saturday 27th October – changing room experience

Found some quite nice trousers and took a pair in to the changing room. I slipped my skirt off and was now just wearing my little knickers (I’d taken my stockings off) and a fairly revealing top (need I say that I wasn’t wearing a bra) and tried the trousers on. Not too bad but just a little too tight. So rather than getting dressed again, I asked the assistant if she could help me by getting the next size. She had no problem with this and went off to find them.

While I was waiting I remained standing in the cubicle but with the curtain about half way open full in the knowledge that I could be seen from the shop area. I was hugely pleased to see that I was noticed by two men who were hanging round outside waiting for their wives/girlfriends.

The assistant came back with the trousers. Making a pathetic attempt to close the curtain and leaving it open about 6 inches I tried the new trousers on. Leaving the changing room I went over to one of the full length mirrors and stood quite close to one of the men who I’d caught looking at me. The trousers were perfect.

Back in the cubicle, with the curtain still open a few inches, I took the trousers off and pulled my stockings back on. As I was wrapping my skirt around my waist I thought that as I’d finished trying clothes on for the day I’d take my knickers off because, even though I like the feel of them, I really wouldn’t be needing them anymore and would spend the rest of the day without underwear. I have no idea if the bloke noticed me slipping my knickers off; I really hope he did, I just love the idea that he knew I was commando because I ended up just in front of him and his wife in the queue for the till.

As I popped my knickers into my hand bag it was nice to see there was a small wet patch between the legs on the gusset had they had one!