Samantha's Awakening

I froze.

Here I was, in only a thong and stockings, while a man (a complete stranger) was standing less than four feet from me.

My first instinct was to duck and hide, but he'd already seen me. Besides, with these sorry excuses for doors, there was nowhere to hide any way.

He looked over at me, smiled and said "Hi."

I couldn't say a word. My mind went blank with panic. I just stood there, smiled and put my hands over my breasts. I don't think he could see anything, but it was just my natural instinct.

My stomach was doing back flips now. I was scared to death, but at the same time, I felt a funny tingling deep down in my gut. What was that? Fear? Excitement? There's no way I was getting excited being nearly naked, standing this close to a complete stranger. Was there?

As his piercing blue eyes locked on mine, I could feel a dampness begin to spread between my legs. Damn, I was getting excited! How was that possible when I was scared senseless? I felt like he could see straight into my soul and that he knew exactly what I was feeling. I couldn't look away.

As scared as I was, I couldn't help but wonder what he'd think if he did see me like this. Would he be disgusted? Embarrassed? Turned on even? What would a guy do if I turned him on? What would I do? The thought of turning him on got me even wetter. I lowered one hand to check out how wet I was and as a finger brushed across my clit, it sent a chill up and down my spine.

Did he see me quiver just then? God I hope not. What was I doing?

While my head was in turmoil and my body was aflutter, all I could do is stand there and return his gaze with a stupid smile on my face.

Just then, Carol said, "Maybe your wife would like this one." Holding up a sheer black teddy.

That broke the spell.

As the stranger turned to look at what Carol was handing him, I shrunk down as low as I could without making it look too awkward. I quickly put my bra and blouse back on. Then put my skirt on before removing the thong and stockings, replacing them with my panties and pantyhose.

As I was putting my suit jacket back on, I saw the man at the register paying for his items.

I waited until he left the store before I came out.

"How could you guys let him in with me in the dressing room like that?" I nearly yelled at them.

"Well I couldn't very well have kept him out. He was already in before I realized he was there. Then I figured the best I could do was help him find something fast and get him out of here." Carol retorted.

"Besides, I don't think he could see anything." Kelley piped in.

"You don't THINK!?! I was practically naked and standing less than four feet away from a complete stranger!"

"Relax. He's gone. This store has been like this for years and no one's complained." Carol said. "Besides, even if he did see something, wasn't it kind of exciting. Being that close to someone and having total control over what he sees and doesn't see? It's like your new cloths. You have control over what anyone sees."

That was what had me so upset. Not that a stranger almost saw me naked, but that I actually got excited by being nearly caught naked.

There was no way that I was going to admit this, especially to these two right now. "Control or no control, I can't handle that kind of excitement. I need to go."

"Wait!" Kelley said. "We need to pay for your new cloths before we go."

I wasn't buying any cloths. I just needed to get out of here. Though I might have to buy this damn thong since I got it kind of wet. Maybe I could just slip it out in my purse.

"I don't want the cloths. They're not right for me."

"Just hang on a second. Carol, ring us up while I try to calm Samantha down."

"I don't need calming down! I am calm!" I exclaimed, still breathing hard.

"Let's just get our cloths and go get a drink."

Figuring that this was the quickest way to get out of here, I went up to the register with Kelley.

"For the stress you went through today, I gave you 50% off everything." Carol said.

"You don't need to do that." I replied. "It's not your fault I'm such a prude."

"You're not a prude. You were just caught off balance while trying something new and you panicked a little. And while I don't NEED to do it, I WANT to do it. I want to make sure that you come back again after you realize how much you love your new cloths."

I was starting to calm down a little. "Thank you, I do appreciate it. And I'm not sure if I'll like these or not, they're a little more provocative than I'm used to."

"Just try them with an open mind, I'm sure you'll end up loving them."

"Thank you, we'll see. And it was lovely meeting you Carol."

"It was wonderful meeting you too and I hope to see you again real soon".

While Kelley and I were sitting at the bar, enjoying our drinks, she handed be a small bag that I didn't notice her carrying before.

"Here, this is for you. If you're going to be wearing new cloths, you're going to need some more . . . under things that work with your new outfits."

Peering into the bag, I said. "Kelley, you didn't need to . . ." As I looked, I saw a couple more pairs of bra/panty sets with matching stockings. "Kelley, I can't wear these! I mean, I don't need these. I have plenty of underwear at home, I don't need more."

"But you do. In order to make your new outfits work on the outside, you need to feel right on the inside (I mean underside). Looking sexy isn't a look as much as it's an attitude."

"But that's the point, I don't WANT to look sexy."

"Samantha, you're already hot, whether you want to admit it or not. Now I'd like to see you take that next step to sexy. These cloths will help you change the way you think about yourself. Once you start liking the way you look, your whole attitude will change and you'll have taken that step from hot to sexy."

"Why would I even want to be sexy?"

"Because, when you're sexy, life gets easier. Everyone (guys and girls) will want to do things for you and get you things. You'll probably never have to buy your own drink again. And knowing the guys in our office, you'll get bigger raises twice as often."

"Well that all sounds fine and dandy, but it's still not me. It's not the way I was raised."

"But that doesn't mean that it's not the way you can be. Tell me, why were you so upset today when that man walked into the store when you were changing? I think I saw something in the way you looked that tells me that you weren't as angry as you wanted us to believe."

"I really was upset. But it wasn't for the reason I led you to believe." I confided. "Though I nearly went into shock when he was standing so close to me and I was upset and angered by him even being there. It was the fact that I was actually TURNED ON by the experience that got me so bent out of shape. While I was standing there looking him in the eye, I got all tingly inside. I even got my panties damp. How was that possible?"

"Hmmm, I think you're a closet exhibitionist! You like the idea of strangers seeing you naked. Do you like teasing too?"

"Of course not! At least, not that I'm aware of. I've never teased anyone before."

"Maybe you should try it. You now have the cloths to start experimenting a little. Believe me when I say that you'll be getting lots of attention. Watch this." Kelley said with a devious smile.

With that, she rolled the top of her skirt down low on her hips (showing off a taught midriff) while pulling her skirt up so it sat a good 6" above her knees. Unbuttoning another button on her blouse, she headed off in the direction of a group of guys sitting at a high top by the bathrooms.

As she strutted up to the table, she dropped her purse, spilling the contents all over the floor. When she knelt down to pick up her things (letting her skirt ride up higher on her thigh) all four guys jumped off their stools to help her out. At first, I thought to myself that chivalry wasn't dead after all, but then I noticed that one of the guys was trying to look down her blouse. While at the same time, a second was transfixed by a tattoo Kelley had on her lower back (how had I not noticed that before). These guys were just perverts! All they wanted was to get a better look at this damsel in distress with her short skirt and low cut blouse.

As she put the last of her things in her purse, she looked over at me with that devious grin still on her face. When she stood up, she swung her legs around in my direction showing me that her skirt had ridden all the way up her legs. Were those her panties I could see between her legs? From all the way across the bar? She must have given those guys quite an eyeful.

Standing back up, she stayed to talk with the guys for a while. I couldn't hear what she was saying, but she seemed quite animated in her conversation. She was waving her arms and at one point, she even pointed my way. One of the guys brought a round of shots to their table and they all raised their glasses in a toast. Kelley slammed hers down as a waitress brought out a second round of drinks. She chatted and laughed with one guy in particular before she scribbled something down on a napkin and handed it to him. She then grabbed two drinks and walked back over to our table.

She was laughing and smiling all the way back.

'See how easy it is?" She said. "All you need to do is flash a little skin and maybe some panty and you can get pretty much anything you want. I had those guys wrapped around my little finger."

"Did you really flash those guys your panties? You don't even know them . . . do you?"

"No, but that's my point. A little skin and you can get freebies from total strangers."

Kelley continued to drone on, but I was lost in my own thoughts.

I couldn't believe what Kelley had just done. Showing herself off to complete strangers in such a public place like that. And while Kelley seemed to revel in the control she had over these guys, it didn't appear to get her sexually turned on at all. How is that possible? I was turned on just watching her flash her bra and panties. All those guys wanted her and were practically bending over backwards just to get a peek at her under things. What would they be doing if she hadn't been wearing panties?

What was I thinking?!? Why was I so excited by the thought of Kelley flashing those guys her pussy? What would she be feeling if she did flash her pussy? What would I be feeling? There's no way I could do that, but what if I did . . .

This line of thinking was getting me all hot and bothered and I could feel my panties getting damp again. Maybe Kelley was right, maybe I was a closet exhibitionist and didn't even know it, but I was starting to realize it now. But how could I ever even try something like that? Well, now that I have the cloths for it, I was getting excited just thinking about wearing them.

I Interrupted Kelley, "It's getting late, I think I need to get going home."

"Late? It's only 10:30. Stay and have another drink with me."

"I can't, but maybe another night. I need to get up early tomorrow and I don't want to be up too late tonight. I'll see you tomorrow morning."

The first thing I did when I got home was to take my new things out of the bag and lay everything out on my bed. I loved the look of my new skirts and blouses, but I couldn't take my eyes off the bras, panties and stockings. They were beautiful, but oh so small. I couldn't wait to try them on again.

Stripping off all my cloths, I picked up the panties and help them up before my eyes. How could these even be called panties? These were so small, they were more like body art than anything practical. Wearing these would be sooo naughty, I couldn't wait any longer. As I stepped into them, slowly pulling them up my long legs, I could feel myself getting excited all over again. But as soon as I pulled them over my hips, I was hit with disappointment. Looking at myself in the mirror, Carol's words ran through my head again. "With the exception of a little trimming you'll need to do . . ." And sure enough, I could see my bushy pubic hair peeking out both sides of my thong. Feeling disappointed, I ran off to the bathroom to draw a bath.

Stepping into the steaming tub, I delightfully sunk below the sea of bubbles. Grabbing a new razor, I decided to start with my legs. With my legs nice and smooth, I looked down at my pussy to see what needed trimming. I'd always kept myself trimmed along my bikini line, but these new thongs were waaay smaller than any bikini I'd ever had. As a matter of fact, I'd probably have to shave off all the hair on either side my lips. As the lips of my pussy protrude just a little, I was extra careful while shaving myself. Moving gingerly, I slowly removed all the hair on either side of my pussy without incident. Now what should I do with the hair above my pussy. I thought I'd get cute and shave it into a little heart shape, but I quickly realized that that was easier said than done. Looking at my lopsided result, I continued shaving until I was left with what looked like Hitler's moustache. That would never do. While I didn't want to totally shave my pussy, that was pretty much the only option I had left. So off it all came. I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed by my work. I looked like I was pre-pubescent again. I know that a lot of women liked this look, but it made me feel even more naked than being naked. Well, there was no going back now.

Laying back to enjoy the rest of my bath, my hand kept moving down to check out my new handy work. Mmmm, it sure does feel soft and smooth now. As I ran a finger up and down between my pussy lips, my mind went back to the dressing room from this afternoon. Just the memory of being nearly naked and only four feet from a total stranger was getting me excited. My finger rubbed harder and faster as I thought about the eye contact we made. I know that he knew I was practically naked behind those small swinging doors, and that if I had just opened one of those doors a crack, he would have had a complete view of me. With that, I slid a finger between the lips of my pussy and picked up the pace even more. Mmmm, the building pressure felt wonderful as a second finger joined the first in my pussy. What would he have done if I had allowed him to see me standing there nearly naked? As I worked my fingers further and further up and in, they found my g-spot while I worked over my clit with my thumb.

Oh God! It felt like an electric shock running up and down my pussy and straight through my clit. What would he have done had I left the door open a crack while I turned and bent over while I removed my thong? I could just imagine the bulge in his pants growing even bigger. As my left hand moved up to massage my right breast (pinching my nipple between a finger and thumb), the fingers and thumb of my right hand simultaneously worked over my clit and g-spot even faster and harder. Oh my God!!! I was so close to cumming!!! I could see his eyes looking straight into mine. He knew and he was trying to will me to open the doors a crack. What if I had . . .

I clenched my toes and tensed my legs as hard as I could while the rest of my body started to shake. Oh God, here I cum!!!!!! My pussy exploded as an electric sensation zinged throughout my entire body. It was an incredible combination of intense tingling from head to toe while at the same time there was the most satisfying release of tension my pussy has ever felt. As my clit became too sensitive, I had to stop rubbing it, but my g-spot continued to hum as my fingers kept stroking away deep inside myself. Shit! My body's never felt this good. And it wasn't over yet! As I continued massaging my g-spot, my pussy kept on pulsating while my still clenched legs were starting to quiver and shake. My body felt like it was totally out of my control as I unclenched my legs. But oh God, my pussy was still pulsing and it felt oh so good. I've never had an orgasm this intense or last this long! Even though I relaxed my leg muscles, they continued to quiver as wave after wave of intense pleasure rocked my pussy and lower stomach. It was like one continuous orgasm that wouldn't end! I keep working on my g-spot, like I never wanted it to stop. Are these multiple orgasms or is it just one continuous one? I didn't know and didn't care, I just wanted it to keep going.

After what felt like hours (though I'm sure it wasn't more than five or ten minutes), my climax climbed to such an incredible height that I didn't know if I could take much more. My legs clenched themselves again of their own accord and I suddenly felt as if I had just peed myself! Oooooh Goooood! The most incredible feeling in my life washed over and through me as my entire body tensed up and then went limp. I felt completely drained and used up. What had just happened? I felt as if I had just experienced the most intense pleasure of my life while at the same time I felt like I was just beat up. All I could do is lay back in the tub and concentrate on breathing while my head continued spinning. Oh my God! My insides were still tingling, but I couldn't move a muscle. I just lay there, enjoying the moment, while all I could think about were those eyes. His eyes. His wanting eyes. Willing me to open the door a crack and give him a glimpse of my naked body.

After what felt like a lifetime, I finally climbed out of the tub. I wasn't sure I could even stand, but leaning on the vanity, I managed to stabilize myself. After drying and running a comb through my hair, I walked back to my bedroom completely naked.

There were my new things, still lying spread out on my bed. Looking at that tiny thong, my hand drifted down to check out my newly shaved pussy. It still felt so smooth and soft, but it just seemed too revealing. My pussy lips were so out there and exposed to the entire world (if the entire world had been there in my bedroom with me). I ran one finger between my pussy lips before I realized what I was doing and quickly pulled my hand away. I wasn't sure that I could handle another episode like the one I just experienced quite yet.

I grabbed the thong and stepped into it. As I pulled it up over my hips, the first thing I noticed was how different it felt. With no pubic hair, they sat tight up against my pussy. The lips of my pussy were still a little hyper sensitive and I could actually feel the material rubbing against them. As I walked around the room, it felt like my pussy was getting a very light sensual massage. I like it!

Walking up to the mirror, I noticed that my thong fit visibly different as well. Gone was the mound of pubic hair that usually made my panties puff out a little. Now it just sat flat against me. And while I couldn't see my pussy lips through the thong, if I looked real close, I could see their outline where they stood out proud. I ran a finger along the ridge of my lips and even through the material of my thong I could feel myself reacting to my own touch. This was such a different look compared to what I was used too. It made me feel sexy and naughty. I like it!

I turned around to see what it looked like from behind and I was amazed to see that I was naked. Obviously, I wasn't really naked, but the near string of the thong rode right up my butt crack so that I couldn't see it. With the exception of the strings of the thong running from the top of my butt crack up to and over my hips, I WAS naked from behind. I bent slightly forward at the waist so that my butt cheeks spread themselves a little and there was the back of the thong. But there still wasn't much to see. The barely there string ran right up my butt crack and didn't leave much of anything to the imagination. Looking closer, I could see the pucker of my little butt hole on either side of the string. No wonder this thong didn't make me feel like I had a wedgie, there wasn't enough material to make it feel uncomfortable. Straightening back up, the string up my butt disappeared again. I felt naughty and dirty. I like it!