So, having clocked the guy, I said to T “that bloke, over there – he’s definitely giving you the eye you know”. “Behave”, she retorted “concentrate on helping me decide what to try on”
After some time, I encouraged her “choice” to be a sexy basque, matching thong & new stockings i.e.: something for which she would have to strip naked to try on! Again, as we made our way to the changing rooms, I noticed the same lone chap and he had clearly clocked what T was carrying to the cubicles - and it as obvious what he was thinking!
T gave me her big smile as she closed the cubicle door, sexy undies in hand….”no peeping” she laughed. The door clicked behind her and then to my obvious delight I saw the peep-hole cover open from the inside. A quick look through and there she was, grinning and waving, she blew me a kiss. I stood back momentarily, looked back into the shop and saw that our “stalker” was still around – looking furtively towards the changing rooms. I caught his eye and he immediately looked away, pretending he wasn’t looking my way. Then something got the better of him…..and I got this rush of blood to the head and the most amazing adrenalin kick – his gaze caught mine – I gave him a nod and then flicked my head backwards – beckoning him over. He looked surprised, a bit shocked and unsure. I again beckoned him with my hand – he walked over…I gave him a wink “well, mate, I don’t know why I am doing this, but it’s your lucky day…that peephole is all yours my friend”. “You really mean it”? the stranger says…”b.b.but why me?”. “I can’t explain it” I replied – “but, just take the chance before I change my mind…go on, go on – feast your eyes on my wife”. “OK, wow, thanks, so much” he said and with that pushed his eyes against the peephole for the show.
I stood a few yards away, I got that amazing adrenalin rush again as I imagined what this guy, unknown to either of us was watching. Of course, T was none-the-wiser and I just found it so powerfully erotic. The guy was clearly loving what he was seeing – a noticeable bulge appeared in his trousers, so it was clear that the show was good!
This must have gone on for ten minutes, the chap was positively drooling...then something must have got the better of him, he turned, blurted out to me “that was fantastic…thanks so much” and just dashed off through the shop…and out through the door…I think the staff must have thought he was a shop-lifter!
"Right" I thought, "I need to play this straight for a little while yet". I had a quick look through the peephole and could see that T was just pulling her boots back on. With seconds she re-appeared. “Well, just looking at your eyes through that peephole it was obvious that enjoyed that…and approved of the basque too?!” I kept a straight face – “yep, you looked gorgeous” I replied….”lets’ go and pay then shall we”? We stood at the checkout waiting to pay – my heart was pounding, what an experience, it was a real job just containing myself. “Have to tell her at some stage” I thought – “but not now – wait until later” I decided – wait for the right moment.
(meantime, a few pic's of T in a basque
