[Brt38]

One weekend during the Christmas period, I had a job at a department store, where I had to man a stall, handing out small snacks and drinks for the customers. The stall was in the women's clothing department, next to the changing rooms, so most of my customers were men waiting for their missuz trying on new clothes.

The booths were all in a corridor on my left, but one was right in front of me, though it wasn't used that much, probably because a lot of people were passing by, but when anyone went inside it, I could see it.

Not a lot was to be seen, though. Even if the curtain rails were high and the curtain was hard to close, most of the women made sure there were no gaps because of the guys hanging around. Only one time a man opened it too soon, while his wife had just taken off her sweater. I got a glimpse of a blonde woman in a red bra quickly pulling the curtain back where it belonged.

But then there was this woman, about 1m60 tall, black curly hair and glasses, she was not really skinny, but looked nice in her own way. I guess she must have been working in the neigbourhood, because she wore a uniform: a white shirt, dark blue blazer with a name tag (which I couldn't read from where I was standing), a skirt in the same dark blue above the knees, and black boots below the knees. Her buttocks were quite thick, and you could see some panty line through her skirt.

The little lady wanted to try on a pair of jeans. She went inside the booth in front of me and pulled the curtain closed, but because of her small size, she couldn't pull at the top, and a gap of some 10-15 cm opened on the left.
She didn't seem to care, though, and started taking off her boots.
From my point of view, the woman was hidden behind the curtain, but her reflection in the mirror she was facing was clearly visible for me.

I felt a little uncomfortable, but it was very exciting to see her take her skirt down, and find out she was wearing skin-toned stockings, as the black stocking tops came into view. I could also catch a glimpse of light blue underwear at the top of her thick legs when she was upright again.

She put on the jeans, turned around a few times, and took it of again. While she was bent over, I got the impression she was looking at me in the mirror, but she carried on. She now turned around to get her skirt from the stool on the right, and her behind came into view. She was wearing a light blue pair of fullback panties that covered most of her butt. She pulled the back of her panties straight, before putting her skirt back on, and left the dressroom, leaving me excited with what I'd just seen.

But after a while, she came back, carrying another pair of grey jeans and something like a dress with a floral print.
She pulled the curtain closed again, this time even more careless, and left a gap about 1/3 of the width of the cubicle wide!

The show started again, and I was at the first row: off went the boots, then the skirt, and again I could see her standing there in her light blue undies when she got upright to pull the jeans up.

One man passing by must have noticed it too, because he stood still for a while as she took her blazer and her shirt off as well. It was almost like she was undressing in public, she didn't bother to hide behind the curtain, but instead stretched out for the hanger with the floral dress, standing in front of the large gap in her high waist jeans and her white bra with lace straps. She was a bit chubby, you could see the jeans stretch at her stomach.
She now put on the dress, turned around a few times making selfies in the mirror. She then turned away from the curtain gap, facing the side with the stool, and while she bent over taking the jeans off, a light blue gusset came into view under her "dress", which must either have been a little too short, either it was just a long kind of shirt.

Now this shirt went off as well, and everyone passing by could easily take a look at the smart lady in her white bra and her high-waist panties with a little bow right under her belly button, behind the partially opened curtain... She had beautiful legs and thick thighs, which I could effortlessly enjoy, before she pulled the skirt back over it, as well as the rest of the uniform, before she left the area.

I had something to dream of that night...


Two days later, same place!

The same lady passes by again in the store, exactly the same attire, accompanied by a man, probably her husband. They look around a bit in the store, and she goes into the same booth, carrying a tartan skirt and a pair of blue jeans.

Again, she pulls the curtain closed, and a large gap appears at the side, but hubby is taller than her, and manages to close it all the way.

This time, no peep show, and as I hand her husband a glass of mulled wine, I can see her pulling her uniform skirt down under the curtain, and she steps into the other skirt without having taken off the boots.
She then pulls the curtain partially open, comes out and poses in the tartan skirt, which seems a bit tight and doesn't really match her uniform. She gives the man an instruction in a language I don't understand, and he walks away.

She then goes back into the cubicle to sit down on the stool, where she seems to wait for a few minutes, then her patience seems to have run out, and suddenly she starts taking off the skirt, the curtain still being partially open!

While the now skirtless lady is taking off her boots, I can see a hint of black underwear under her white uniform shirt and her smart blazer.
She has now put on the jeans, apparently not managing to get the zipper up, and then her husband is back with another pair of pants, which he hands her.

As a good husband, he then closes the curtain properly, and it takes her a few minutes for her to change into the other pants, as I can see under the curtain at the bottom of her legs, but she then takes them off again without showing what she just tried on.

After having taken the pants off, she suddenly pulls open the curtain, and stands there, calling for her husband, wearing only the top half of her neat uniform on, for all to see, in black panties and blue striped socks (no stockings today). She hands the man both pairs of jeans and the tartan skirt, and gives him another instruction.

The curtain is almost half open again, most men around eyeing the view of the lady, while she's now apparently calling someone with her mobile phone, seemingly having forgotten about the condition she's in. She's turned her back to the audience now, so it's for all see she's wearing a rather large pair of panties under her smart uniform again, plain black ones today, or in fact they're some kind of very dark grey. The nice lady is now facing the wall, playing with her hair, and she doesn't seem to know (or care) almost every man in the waiting area is taking his time to study her round cotton-covered butt.

Then all of a sudden, she ends her call, and still skirtless, she leaves her cubicle and walks into the store firmly. She stands right next to me for a while, looking around the store searching for her husband. I can smell her perfume, see every seam of her panties, the narrow brim of black lace around the leg holes, a dimple in her thick thighs, her nice round under legs, her feet in the striped socks, until she finds him en continues his way yelling all kinds of words I don't understand at him.

She now has the attention of everyone present on this floor. Most people react with utter surprise when they see that at first sight well-dressed yelling lady, apparently a saleswoman, coming from behind the clothes racks, while missing a few essential items of clothing...

After she got to her husband, discussing a few minutes, everyone having taken a good look at her round panty-clad behind, she heads back for the changing rooms, leaving the man red headed.
She then pulls on her skirt and boots, takes her purse, and they leave.

It was my last day at the stall. I didn't see her again.