Holiday Shopping Lessons: Revisted

I still remain busier than expected with work, necessary travel to visit my father who continues his decline, plus staying on top of my day-to-day life; has all left me without the fair amount of time I want to dedicate to creating quality posts here. I know I should lower my standards and just post more often without regard to quality; but that that doesn't feel right. Yet, perhaps you who frequent here often would be okay with those tidbit posts?  

Since the holidays are here I have decided to re-post a holiday season themed story from years back. Yes, literally years! So hopefully it is new to you or has been so long since you read it originally it will be a happy reread. I did make minor edits for character and visual clarity.

I hope you enjoy it and gets you in the mood.

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"Ma'am! Ma'am! We are closing in 30 minutes!" the high-pitched voice of the young sales associate broke through the white noise of the boutique.

Brought out of her momentary trance by the loud knocking on the dressing room door and the irritated voice of the young sales clerk, she snapped back her reply. 

"OK, OK! No need to rush the Customer!"  And 'Ma'am'. Really. For fucks-sake, she thought to herself, the sales-girl was probably not much younger than she was. Granted Molly knew motherhood had worn on her, but was it that obvious? Was it? Did she really look so much older...

She snapped herself out of the negative thoughts before falling into the abyss and went back to admiring herself in the full length mirror. She had to give herself some credit, dammit! Just look at yourself, she thought; amazed by the fit of the bikini; hugging and accentuating her curves at all the right places while simultaneously drawing attention away from all the self-critiqued imperfections. 

She smiled at herself, happy to have listened to the advise of her other mom friends. There experience was seemingly priceless in this situation. She was happy with her decision to do as they had advised and forgo other chores and errands and instead go holiday therapy shopping. It had been a success after-all. A success based on her definition of what entailed a successful holiday shopping trip.

Had she found gifts for anyone on her list?
No.

Had she found a designer brand bikini for herself to wear next summer?
Score.

Was it on sale?
Yes, double score. 

She had also found herself a gorgeous designer dress for Christmas Eve.
Half-score....sort of.

It wasn't on sale; far from it in fact. She didn't need it. In fact, it was full price due to the height of the holiday season. On the positive side, she rationalized to herself, the dress would go perfectly with the high heels she had just purchased. Of course those shoes were also out of her price range, but she'd be able to wear them year long and if you broke down the cost monthly....

"Ma'am! Ma'am! We are closing in 30 minutes!"

"Yes, thank you I heard you the first time. No need to restate the obvious" she answered switching to her recently mastered mother-like tone. 

"Can I bring you something else to try on; a bigger size perhaps?"

She could not see the sale's girl's face, but could clearly make out the passive aggressiveness of the question topped with the tone of disdain.

"No; thank you. I. Am. Fine." she couldn't believe the attitude.

"OK, Just remember prices are as marked and no further discounts apply. Oh and remember we close in thirty minutes!"

"Oh. M. G.!" she balked at the obvious comment this time as she decided to pack up, but not before taking one more look in the mirror. 

"Not perfect, but he will think so." She smiled and then her smile slowly faded.

Thirty minutes 'till closing she thought to herself, that's not possible! She suddenly realized the time equation. She had been here twice as long as she thought and entirely longer than she had ever planned to be. She frantically fumbled through the mess of the clothes she had tried on searching for her cellphone. 

"Damn it! Where is it?"

She found her oversize purse and ransacked the contents anxiously throwing makeup, keys, hand sanitizers, baby wipes, toys, straws, pacifiers, skin creams and all plethora of accouterments out onto the floor in the process. She breathed a sign of relief feeling the cold metal of the phone and then her heart sank again as she realized it was powered off.

"Oh crap!" she mumbled, "What if he's been trying to reach me?!"

She powered up the phone and waited, her heart pacing as the she logged in and maneuvered her way to the chat screen. Before she could read the waiting texts, her phone buzzed the "missed call" alert and as she attempted to scroll over, it buzzed again; voicemails and texts, again and again.

"Oh no!" she pressed the answer icon and took a deep breath.

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"I have been trying to reach you for hours. Where are you? Where are the kids?" his voice, loud and stern coming from the other side of the cell phone.

"I just stepped out to grab a quick drink. The kids are with Aunt Gee. Just waiting for my latte and then I am on my way home," she fumbled through a hasty reply.

"First of all, don't lie,..."

"I am not lying! I am just waiting for my eggnog latte!" she interrupted him raising her voice anxiously.

"Excuse me? Your what?....You aren't lying? Really?" 

"Yes really!" she yelled back at him irritated, yet knowing fully well it was he who had every right to be.

"Fine. I just thought something had happened to you."

"I am fine! I told you. What is your problem?" her attitude began kicking into a higher gear.

She heard him take a deep breath and then let out a sigh. She knew this was the precursor to his temper eruption.

"So be it. You want to play games Young Lady; if you are at Starbucks then prove it" he challenged.

"No...Why? I'll just meet you at home" her heart raced trying to talk herself out of the predicament.

"I am giving you one last chance Doll; where are you?" he offered.

She contemplated telling him the truth, but then thought there was no possible way he wouldn't be angry about the entire situation. He was obviously already irritated. She couldn't possibly tell him that in essence she had neglected all her responsibilities rather than preparing for their going out of town for the holidays, spent money far above her budget; and worse of all, spent all that extra money all on herself.

"I...I ...I am at the Starbucks on Oa..." she blurted out.

"Ok then, turn on your video cam, I want to see your surroundings right now."

She looked around the dressing room, looked down at herself in the form fitting bikini and prayed for the suit to serve its purpose as she nervously clicked on her camera phone.

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"So what do you think?" she asked hesitantly speaking seductively into the phone.

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

She stared at herself in the mirror, her phone strategically angled to capture her front and rear views simultaneously thanks to the full length walled mirrors.

She heard him clear his throat and her lip trembled as she nervously waited for him to say something.

"Nice cleavage" he seemingly teased.

She released her held breath and and began to relax, "So do you like it? It was on sale! it was only $140...."

"I said nice cleavage. I didn't say anything about the bikini" he resumed to his scolding tone,
"and there is no way in hell you are buying a bikini for 140 dollars." 

"Okay. Okay" she hung her head down, still holding the phone up. "I'll meet you at home."

"No. Take that suit off right now. I don't want you 'accidentally' ruining it and then having to buy it," he demanded. "And keep your phone on I want to see you do it."

"Nooo! Hon, I'll meet you at home. They are closing soon..."

"What was I not clear on? Do what I told you to do. NOW!" he ordered again.

Realizing it was best, she hesitantly unsnapped the back of her bikini top and arched her shoulders forward to release the top while still holding the phone upright. Her ample breasts tumbled out into the cool artificial air of the boutique. She hurried to cross her arms across her chest instinctualy even though he saw her topless nearly every day. She fumbled the maneuver and managed to give him quite the closeup shot of her cold nipples at full attention.

"And now the bottoms" the instructions came over the phone.

"No! Not the bottoms. I'll take them off after I hang up, Hon; please"

"Take them off right now."

She hesitated for a brief moment and then gave in. She awkwardly released the side ties of the bikini bottom in hopes they would come off quicker, but the undone side tie simply flapped the material down diagonally resulting in a flag which highlighted attention to her unkept patch. She switched the phone to the other hand, still keeping the camera on, as she undid the other tie. The small bikini bottoms dropped to the carpeted floor. Within seconds she was digitally fully naked in front of him. The full length mirrors still offering him the 360 degree view as he focused in on her ripe bottom. Quickly she walked to the pile of clothes and began searching for something to conceal her known secrets.

"Oh no you don't. You stay put. You stay there as is. As is until..."

"I can't stay here like this, what if...." she stammered to no avail.

"You can and you will. End of story. You are in a whole mess of trouble, Young Lady. Not packing for our trip, shopping for yourself... I'm so disappointed. You just don't seem to ever learn your lessons, do you? I'm going to teach you a firm lesson you won't soon forget" he scolded and then to her surprise the phone clicked off.

She looked at herself in the mirror and couldn't believe her situation. Here she was naked in a dressing room and not knowing what to do. Wait for him to call back or head home and face the unknown. Undoubtedly, and in the least, she was in for a serious scolding. His tone had changed, she could tell he was upset and disappointed. The worse part of it was that he had every right to be disappointed in her. Dammit, she thought to herself, 'disappointed'. She hated when he used that word and its connotation and he undoubtedly would be directing that word and all its repercussions at her at some point today. 

She stomped her bare foot and rather than releasing any angst ended up stubbing her bubbly toe in the process. Leaping forward in pain she nearly toppled over as she reached down to grab her aching foot. Then immediately leaned backwards to avoid falling over only to bump into the wall. She relented and let her her bare bottomed self slide down against the wall and onto the pile of clothes scattered throughout, including on the odd small wooden triangular seat of the dressing room.  

Crossing her arms in frustration she began what she was admittingly not very good at; waiting patiently. A moment later, feeling defeated, she instead began shuffling through the pile of clothes; tossing them about haphazardly. She eventually stopped upon coming across a black swatch of rayon. She held it up with a smile; a dainty pair of modesty she had intended to buy and wear for him as a treat during the holiday trip.

She glanced at her watch calculating closing time as her eyes darted around the private closet sized dressing room. She picked up the soft cool lingerie and ran it down her neck and across her bare chest. She let her mind wander to the scene she had imagined of him seeing her in these panties; his reaction and immediate action. The cool soft cloth made its way down her stomach, circled her navel just before rushing towards, but stopping short of between her legs. She imagined him thrusting into her without hesitation.

As a mother she had learned how much alone time was a rarity; her mom friends had taught her to never waste that precious gift whenever or wherever it came up. She headed their advise and wasn't about to waste a precious second. She lay the heal of her palm down between her legs and pressed down against her engorged clit as she tensed her muscles. Her long lean finger disappearing into herself, pushing the soft rayon deep between her moistening lips, only to be joined by another finger as she closed her eyes tightly, squeezed her legs and immediately began a rhythmic bounce to a silent beat against the hard wooden seat. 
 

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Well there you have it, so what did you all think? 
I hope you enjoyed it and, as always, your comments are golden. if not at least take the time to vote anonymously.