As I finished telling you the story of how I met my life partner, I also has strong urge to share with you how we had our first honeymoon. Only after marriage we realized, we both are equal in flirting. Our honeymoon was really a contrast. We chose a hill station to spend few days there. We booked a suite in a resort in the hill station, and travelled there by public transport. First couple of days went really well, as we enjoyed so much, though it was heavily raining. I was wearing short dresses as usual, with nothing inside, and often used to get drenched in the rain, only to get my top transparent. Ravi captured several photos of me. Unfortunately my slippers were not designed for such rainy situation, and it got broke. I badly needed a replacement. Considering this we travelled by bus down the hill station to town down the hill. We searched for a footwear shop. As usual I was wearing a short skirt, but had proper underwear beneath. I need to be safe while travelling in public transport.
Finally we got a footwear shop. Ravi was standing outside busy in a phone call. I went inside enquiring for proper footwear. Shopper boy is already excited to see me with short skirt and a tank top, with boob popping out. As sat by the side of my leg to take the measurement, I widen my leg. He was mesmerized by the look of my round shaped thighs. He lifted my leg and put it on measurement pad. With legs lifted, my panties was clearly in his view. We tried a few pair of footwear. Ravi knew the time I take while shopping, so he drowned himself in a phone call. I was happy to keep lifting my legs, which was also lifting my skirt and showing everything inside. I cursed, I should have come without undie today, so that I could make a show of my clean shaven pussy. But the shopper boy is happy to see my thighs, and never showed tiredness, even if I tried every piece of footwear in his shop.
But then I asked him do you have stocking. He brought a pair of them, and from my foot, he started caressing me up to my knee while making trials with those stocking. He was feeling my nice well shaven, round legs, and extended his hand to touch my thighs too. Now an idea flashed to my mind. Do you have full length stocking. He said yes and brought a few of them. Suddenly I objected him, they do not fit well, and slip off. It slipped as my usual complaints, as I was never interested in wearing stocking as they cover my thighs. Actually I was not interested in buying them. But an unexpected reply came. Madam, you should not wear these full stockings over your panties. You need to remove your panties. Oh, I didn’t know, I was excited to hear a stranger asking me to remove my panties. Even before I could ask him anything, he sat in front of my legs, put his hands on my lap, inserted his hands straight inside my skirt, right up to my panties. I had a feel of embarrassment, and quickly checked, whether Ravi is anywhere around. Good that he is out of sight.
Soon the boy started pulling my panties. I helped him by lifting my butts. He pulled my panties out. Then he lifted my legs to push the stockings. As I desired, my clean shaven pussy is completely exposed to him. As he started pushing the stocking well above my knee, with every inch he was scratching, rubbing, caressing my thighs. As he reached up, he moved his hand all over my pussy and lifted the stocking up. I stood up to allow him to fix it. He pressed my butts enough to finally put the stocking in its place. It looked fine. At that time Ravi walked in too. He appreciated my foot wear and stocking. Good that he don’t know how the shopper boy push the stocking after removing my panties. With no shame, I asked him do you have more. As though he was expecting this, he pushed his hands inside again, and pulled the stocking down. His hands again scratched my butts, pussy and thighs enough so that my pussy was already getting wet. With no tiredness he tried 4-5 full length stocking, one by one. At one point, I was standing in front of him, lifting my skirt fully up.
As he pulled down the lost stocking, since I hold my skirt up showing him my pussy, he bent forward and kissed my pussy. I was completely embarrassed, but neither protested, nor shouted at him. I never buy stocking, so I bought those footwear and walked out of shop. A few steps out, the boy called me again. I was wondering, and went inside the shop again. He could have simply told me what I missed and left in the shop. Instead he lifted my skirt, touched my pussy, and later with confirmation told that you missed your panties here. I pulled it from his hand, putting it in my bag, walked out of the shop, with my face getting red.
Mini skirt and foot wear shopping is always an embarrassment. Guys sit below our legs, lift our legs and put it on measurement pad. If you were the shopper, would you enjoy watching my thighs, lifting my skirt so many times Knowingly or not, each time I went to foot wear shop, I went in wearing mini skirt, just to return embarrassed each time.