Feeling So Pretty
A vast mall: the perfect place to find anything that one's heart could desire. And, in certain cases, it was even more, depending on the situation in which on was in the first place.
Pierre was in a clothing store, walking between the isles, holding a bag in his hand. He was seeking the perfect outfit, the perfect ensemble, one that would help accentuate his feline grace the most. A cat needed to feel pretty from time to time, after all...
Although there were a lot of sections, the one that contained the objects of his desire was not near him. If he wanted to find anything, he had to move before the selection would thin out, leaving him empty-handed.
At a brisk pace, he reached the other side of the store. This was where place he needed to be. With dresses, skirts and multiples other items of the sort surrounding him everywhere he looked, this was his destination indeed.
Although he wasn't sure which one would fit him the best, he decided to grab a few pieces and head toward a changing room, so it would be easier to for him to determine which one would suit him.
It was a shame that there were no mirror in the booth, which would force him to find one somewhere else. It was a strange architectural design for a store to put the mirrors away from where the customer needed them, but maybe he was just at a bad time, when they had to replace them due to some incident. Whatever the reason could be, he wasn't going to let it get to him...
But before this would happen, he would have to decide on what he was going to buy, or at least try on, today. The potential that was lying in front of him was infinite and he had to restrain himself a bit, for he couldn't spend his entire day doing this. For the moment, he could just rely on the comfort that he was feeling; even though it seemed a bit vague, it would have suffice until he would reach a mirror. Perhaps it would even be enough to whittle down some of the choices that presented themselves to him.
He searched in the bag for a moment. If he wanted to try on these clothes, he had to make sure that it would be done the best way possible. In it was a bra and a pair of fine laced panties, which he put on before testing his possible acquisitions.
It wasn't the first time he thought of going shopping in such a place, but it would be the first time that he did more than just form thoughts about it. Sometime he wondered if there was more to it, a question that always left him puzzled. He was the only one that could ever find the answer, but he had the impression that it was still far away from him...
Having made his choice, a knee high skirt, a t-shirt and few other items that wouldn't be seen if he would wear them, he left the changing room with his folded clothes in a bag. It didn't matter that people would see him in this attire. All that mattered at the moment was how great it was making him feel.
It didn't take long for him to find one, although he expected it to be closer to the changing area. However, he had other things in mind than to mind the layout of the store. And the breeze that he could feel now was a welcomed boon...
The reflection in the mirror was a pleasant sight to behold. He was pretty, prettier than when he entered store, or at least he had that impression and that was what was the most important at the moment. His own good taste surprised him, for there were few visual cues to help him, but it seemed that he was lucky enough in this situation.
He could feel some of the customers watching him. On other days, he would have gone on his way without paying any attention to it, but today was different. This was an opportunity that he couldn't let slip away from him, he thought, as he decided to shake his assets in a discrete way and let the wind do the rest.
In a way, he could feel that his teasing was effective, but it was a shame that he would never know to which extend it was. However, there would be other times and other places for such a thing, for him to feel the result.
With a light step, he entered the changing room that he had used a moment ago. Although he could have stayed in these clothes all day, he had to remove them so that he could pay and leave without making a fuss.
As he was about to change, he decided to take a moment to pause and look at the door, before turning his head away while arranging his new outfit, still enjoying the sensations that it was providing. He had the feeling that someone was near the booth, which left him with a choice to either ignore and run, or to take another path. The decision was his and his alone to take...
''No need to wait around here or try to peek, you can come in'' he said, wondering if his invitation would be well received on one part, while excitement was rising in his mind, making wish that it would happen faster.
The door opened, as the one that one that was near the booth entered. Even though he could have turned his head to see who it was, he decided not to do it, for not knowing made the thing even more exciting.
As he felt the hands caressing his body, the bumps of the invading shaft still trapped in clothing pushing against him, he closed his eyes as the words his partner whispered to him echoed in his mind, filling him with glee. ''You're the prettiest girl I ever seen...''