[Voyeur] Vintage Clothing Store

[cerebral]

About twenty years ago my wife and I ran a vintage clothing store near a big college campus. One of the benefits of running the store was the high res video camera we set up in the changing room. It was completely legal. We even had a little placard telling customers they may be monitored on cc camera. I was clever about hiding the camera though, so I think a lot of customers thought we were bluffing. We even set up a freestanding mirror so they would know there wasn't a camera behind it.

My wife was in on it. We even had a little signal to let me know which ladies were "suspicious". (I'll let you guess what that really meant.) If I was working in the back, she would cue me by saying that telling the customer where the "changing room" was. If she said "fitting room", I know that the customer was male, homely, or looked under 18. (I'm a perv, but not a sex offender...)

The store attracted a lot of hippie chicks who didn't wear bras. I can't tell you how many college girl boobs I saw over the years. Once on a blue moon I saw pubes, either because the girl didn't wear panties or they were too small for her unshaved mons.

My wife enjoyed it too. Sometimes some really buff young guys would come in, and she would ask me to cover the register. We got a lot of hot sex out of it.

Sorry, we didn't make any tapes.

[towfish]

I was about to raise a suspicious hand about the phrases 'Twenty years ago' and 'high res video camera', until I realized that 20 years ago now is 1990, not 1970 like I'm used to thinking...

Man, I'm getting old.

Great story, and good on you (and the Mrs!) for your shrewd adherence to legal business practices. I grew up in a college town with a lot of hippie chicks, and am envious of the exposure you enjoyed.

Thanks for sharing.

[Pervy Hubby]

The best experience I had at the store involved a young lady we nicknamed Red. She had red hair (duh), a slim figure, and was a stone cold fox. I watched her change every chance I could, but she never even took her bra off. (Not that see her perfect little panty-clad ass was boring or anything...) One night I confessed to my wife that I was dying to see whether Red shaved her pussy. My wife asked what I would give her if she could get Red to show her pussy in the changing room. I finally agreed to take my wife to Hawaii. This would be a big expense, but I figured, what were the odds that she would actually pull it off? Red had always worn panties before, so why would she suddenly "go commando", as we say nowadays?

Nothing happened for months, but then one spring morning I overheard my wife tell someone that we had just gotten a shipment of bathing suits. This got my attention, because we never carried bathing suits before and we never got "shipments" of anything, but bought everything ourselves at Goodwill (and then added a huge markup, haha). I knew it had to be Red, and saw what my wife was up to. Red poked around in the box of brand-new bathing suits (as I found out later) for a while, then picked one out and asked if she could try it on. My wife casually replied, "Sure, we can wash it." Genius! She was basically telling Red that it was OK to take her panties off.

Sure enough, Red came into the dressing room and got completely undressed. I am happy to report that she had pointy nipples and a full red bush. She bought the bathing suit at a huge discount (little did she know). I had to max out my credit card, but I kept my promise to take the old lady to Hawaii. It tooks years to pay off. Whenever I complained, wifey pulled down the front of her pants a little bit and reminded me where my trouble came from.

[Pervy Hubby]

OK, one more story. There was a young lady we called the Class President, or just the Prez, because she always dressed like a preppy who had escaped from the 1950's. Long skirts, high-necked shirts, basically no flesh to be seen. If my mother saw her, she would say she "looks like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth". Yet she was sexy enough, because she was beautiful, had long brown hair, and her blouse was always just tight enough that you could tell she was really stacked. Unfortunately, her underwear was usually as conservative as her outerwear: granny panties, thick bras, even a girdle! (You youngsters can Google that...)

One she came in with a friend, and I overheard her say, "I'm meeting Matthew tonight." Somehow, those five words really jumped out at me. I got the idea that she planned to make this Matthew a happy fellow indeed... Of course I watched her in the dressing room. Instead of her usually ugly underclothes, she was wearing an old fashioned boustier, only the bra area was transparent. She had freakin' pierced nipples! Her panties panties were sheer, too, and I could make out dark bush. Yum!

My only question was, what did this sunuvab*tch Matthew do to deserve this?

[Gnome72141]

At a local fair, there is a booth of hippie-type clothes that is constantly busy. Their changing area is just a part of the booth with a shower curtain type thing on a rod covering the corner. Often you can see women changing if they don't close the curtain all the way.

One year, I was standing there while my wife looked at clothes. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew open the changing curtain, exposing the female who was totally topless. She cared more about getting the curtain down than covering herself up, so she exposed her breasts to about 50 people for a good 20 seconds or more, instead of trying to cover them.

There is a fancy dress store at the mall near where I live. They have changing rooms that are so horribly though-out, but they have been that way for 15 years. While the women change, they have guy-type stuff set up near by to keep the husbands and boyfriends from getting bored--car magazines, a few guy clothes like belts, etc.

Well, the changing rooms have walls that only go up about 5 feet, so you see the heads and necks of every woman changing, and there are mirrors on the opposite side of the rooms. Now, I guess for most people, it doesn't matter, but I am 6'4", so when I am looking at the guy-stuff, I can see the mirrors and see everything that goes on in the changing room! I could never figure out why I never noticed other guys looking, but then I realized it's because I am so tall. I also have to be careful so that the women don't see me looking in their mirrors.

I am not a total perv about it, and most sightings I get are completely accidents, but I have tried to see a few people like my own wife, my female friends, and other friends. Since it's for fancy dresses, almost everyone tries the dresses on braless or change bras to try them on. I haven't ever seen anything below the waist, but I basically have seen every female friend topless, and a bunch of other random women's breasts (that isn't as fun though).