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From: "Robin Curious" <robincurious@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Shopping {Robin Curious} (exhib FF implied) 
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Date: Wed,  5 May 2004 16:10:05 -0400
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I've been writing for my own personal gratification for many years while 
taking from ASSTR (also for personal gratification) ... so I've decided to 
begin giving back.  Feedback is welcome, send comments to [despammed] 
robincurious at hotmail dot com.

The characters and events depicted in this story are fictional (that's my 
story, sticking to it), but the feelings, desires and actions are mostly 
drawn from my own experiences.  If you detect any resemblance to anyone you 
know in real life it might mean that I know them too.  If any of the 
characters sound like you, maybe they are.  If you think you recognize me in 
this story, you might.  And the next time you're with a lover, friend or 
coworker (or any combination thereof), you can wonder if they are Robin 
Curious.

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Shopping by Robin Curious
(exhib, FF implied)

I'm not sure what made me do it.  Maybe it was because I was in a
strange town, surrounded by young, attractive people who seemed
so carefree and uninhibited.  Not that I was a careworn old
prude, but I had been feeling decidedly un-sexy lately.  It
didn't help that I had turned 40 a few months before.  And that I
hadn't had a steady boyfriend in over two years.  Oh, I had gone
out with some guys and on one snowy weekend a few months earlier
I had stayed in with a gorgeous man who definitely had the tools
to satisfy.  Unfortunately he had the brains of a mushroom.

But now, sitting in a hotel bar, alone on a business trip I was
feeling like I needed to recapture .... something.  Add some
spice.  I caught my reflection in one of the mirrored panels
strategically placed around the bar.  I had stopped at the bar on
my way back from the client site and was a model of
respectability   slacks, silk blouse, suit coat.  I had let my
hair out, but beyond that I was the epitomy of corporate
androgeny.  I scrawled my room number and signature on the bill,
slipped off the stool and walked out of the bar, looking
enviously at the many students and young professionals that
filled the bar   young women in short tight dresses with skinny
straps, men in baggy pants and snug shirts.  I took the elevator
up to my room, scowling at my reflection in the mirrored walls. 


Once inside my room, I kicked off my heels and shrugged off my
jacket.  I went straight to the over-mirrored bathroom and looked
again.  Yuk.  I took off the pants and blouse and tried again. 
Better this time.  Tummy still reasonably flat, nice satin
underwire bra, matching sensible panties.  I sighed and filled
the tub, getting my things together on the edge of the tub.

While I soaked, I examined my stubbly legs.  Long and a bit
skinny, but they looked good in heels.  I reached for my razor
and slowly shaved them.  When I had gotten as far as I could in
the tub, I stood up and dried off a bit, then sat on the edge of
the tub to do the upper thighs.  As I parted my legs to shave all
the way up, I felt a tremor.  I looked at my furry patch,
hesitated a moment and then began to carefully shave away the
edges of the triangle.  I stood and reviewed my work in the
mirror.  Mohawk.  I ran my fingers over the smooth skin on either
side of the dark patch of soft curls, then sat back down and
spread my legs wide.  Very gently I shaved along my lips, working
slowly until they were smooth as well.  I stood again to see my
work.  The same Mohawk faced me.  I tilted my hips and could just
see the bottom edge of my fur.  "Hmmmmmm."  Back to the edge of
the tub, legs spread wide, the cool air hitting the sensitive
exposed skin.  A few more gentle strokes and I stood again.  The
Mohawk now came to a vee at the bottom.  The effect was
arrow-like, pointing at my folds the top of which could now be
seen while I was standing   like a sign saying "enter here."  The
line of my clit was clearly visible.  

I ran my fingers through the small patch remaining, then dipped
my fingers down between my legs, running them over the smooth
skin.  I ran my eyes up and down my reflection   smooth perky
breasts (perky being my favorite euphemism for small), smooth
flat tummy, FUR, smooth folds, smooth legs.  I frowned at my
reflection.  I sat back down on the edge of the tub and moments
later for the first time I was entirely bare.  When I looked at
my reflection I shivered.  The effect was extremely erotic.  My
folds were now visible.  My tummy curved slightly outward from my
ribcage, then sloped into my pelvis.  In the center of the flat
plain of my pelvis was a gentle rise cleft in the middle.  I was
surprised that it was so visible, my mound, looking like a ripe
peach, thrust out, exposed, inviting.

That's when I got the idea.  I felt like part of my body had been
hiding.  It had been shy and embarrassed.  But now, here she was,
bold and beautiful, saying "look at me!"  And I realized that I
wanted someone to look.  I dried off the rest of the way and went
back into the bedroom.  Rummaging through my suitcase I found my
black thigh-highs and slid them onto my freshly shaved legs, then
slipped into my black pumps.  Pausing to glance in the mirror,
the effect of the stockings and heels was more erotic than
complete nudity had been.  I put on my long overcoat, tying the
belt tightly at my waist, feeling wicked.  Making sure I had my
room key and my purse, I slipped out of the room and went
shopping.

The air on my bare skin under the coat me shiver with
anticipation.  The scratch of the wool of my coat on my bottom
and breasts was a constant reminder of what I was doing.  After
looking in several stores, I found one that was perfect and
slipped inside.  There were two clerks in the store, a young man
and a young woman, both very attractive and well-dressed and only
one other customer.  I selected a short fuschia dress with skinny
straps that had caught my eye in the window.  I browsed, waiting
until the woman was ringing up the other customer, and then asked
the man if I could try the dress on.  As he led me to the
dressing room I loosened the belt on my coat.  "I need a man's
opinion too," I said as he led me back.  "Would you mind waiting
so I can show you?"

"Sure," he said.  The belt was undone now and only my arm held
the coat closed.  He unlocked the door and opened it for me
turning.  With a glance over my shoulder to make sure I couldn't
be seen from the register, I "accidentally" slid the top of the
coat open on one side, exposing a breast.  I smiled sweetly at
the man and turned to face him before entering the dressing room.
 "Wait right here, I'll be right out."  

As I closed the door I realized I was trembling and flushed.  I
had just flashed a stranger!  I looked in the mirror and saw
myself, cheeks rosy, nipples erect.  I slipped off the coat and
slid into the dress.  The size was perfect, but turning I saw a
pucker in the back.  The lacy tops of the thigh highs peeked out
from the bottom of the dress.  I opened the door and my clerk was
waiting.  "What do you think?" I asked with a twirl.  "Very
nice," he managed to reply.  "It puckers in back though," I said
with a frown.  "Help me find something else.  We walked through
the store selecting three other dresses and I tried each on for
him.  I finally selected one   basic black, form fitting and as
short as the first one, with spaghetti string straps.  By this
time I was so aroused I could feel the moistness between my legs.
 I could see my nipples clearly through the fabric where it
hugged the curve of my breasts.  

I opened the door again.  "I think this is it.  Do you agree?" 
My poor sales clerk was having a hard time retaining his
composure.  "Very nice," he managed to say.  "You don't think
it's too short?" I asked, trying to sound innocent.  He shook his
head.  "Well, I'm afraid if I had to bend over it might ride up."
 Glancing around to make sure no one else was looking, I bent at
the knees and then stood and it did ride up, revealing my skin
over the tops of my stockings.  I looked over my shoulder in the
mirror and saw the curve of my bottom clearly visible.  I turned
around.  "See?"  I turned back to face him and smiled.  I moved
my hands to the hem of the dress, sliding it down slightly and
then lifting it up slowly, exposing more and more, until I was
standing in front of a strange man, my freshly shaved pussy,
moist and throbbing, fully exposed to his view.  

He flushed.  He stared.  As I slowly lowered the dress and
smoothed it over my hips, he cleared his throat and asked, "Would
you like to wear that home?"  I caught his slight gesture into
the changing room where only my coat hung on a hook.  

"Yes, please," I replied with a smile.  I retrieved my coat and
followed him to the register, feeling deliciously wicked.  He
snipped the tags off for me and I handed him my credit card. 
While he was ringing it up I wrote my first name and cell number
on a slip of paper.  After I signed the receipt, I placed my
number on top and handed it to him, making sure my fingertips
pressed his palm.  "Call me when you get off," I purred.

I turned and walked towards the door, my heart beating wildly. 
Before I could make my escape, though, the saleswoman stepped in
front of me and seized me by my arm.  "The next time you flash in
public make sure it's not in front of a mirror," she hissed into
my ear.  Instantly I was seized with panic.  She had seen!  My
knees went weak and suddenly I felt sick.  I pulled to get away,
to escape the scene of my humiliation, but she held firm.  

"He won't call," she said softly, her eyes drilling into my
furiously flushed face.  "He's gay."  I stopped pulling and stood
there, busted, humiliated.  I silently cursed myself.  I was an
old pervert, and the stickiness I still felt between my legs
sickened me.  I looked into the face of the saleswoman, a slender
gorgeous twenty-something and felt tears starting to form.

She had released my arm and now had taken both of my hands in
hers.  Her eyes never left my face.  "I saw you were shaved," she
said softly.  "I think you want to be licked."

I blushed redder and pulled my hands from hers.  She slipped a
piece of paper into one of them.  "Call me at 9:00," she said. 
"That's when I get off."  I looked at her again, afraid she was
mocking me, but her eyes smoldered.  "That is, if you want to be
licked tonight."  She kissed me quickly on the lips and then
turned and walked back to the register.  I followed her with my
eyes as if seeing her for the first time, her mane of shiny brown
hair, slim figure, slender shapely legs.  She reached the
register station and turned, smiling warmly at me.  "Please come
any time," she said perkily.  I smiled weakly and envied her
youthful beauty.  I stumbled out the door on unsteady legs and
made my way back to the hotel bar, desperately needing a drink.

Now I sat at the bar in my too-short dress, legs demurely
crossed, contemplating the piece of paper and cell phone laying
on the table in front of me next to my drink.  My heart was
pounding and I was oblivious to all of the young women in their
skimpy dresses and the young men eagerly trying to pick them up.
The time on my cell read 8:59.  And I had decided that I wanted
to be licked.



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