Awakening Angela
Part 1 - Awakening Angela
Angela finishes applying her lipstick and stands up to look at herself in the
full length mirror. A day off work at last and an opportunity to relax and not
do a lot. She smiles to herself as she looks at the curvy figure in front of
her. The white long, flowing skirt with blue print pattern hugs her hips, the
split just off centre showing her calves off nicely. The thin cotton blouse she
brought the previous weeked goes perfectly with the skirt even if it is a little
lose in the top. "Not too bad at all" she thinks as she turns and goes
downstairs into the hall, picking up the post along the way and heading into the
kitchen. She turns the kettle on and leans against the cupboard as she browses
through the mail, a couple of bank statements, postcard and a leaflet from a
clothes mail order company looking for agents, nothing of interest really.
After a breakfast of tea and toast Angela tidy's the house before popping to the
local shop to pick up the paper. She steps into the shop, surprised at how quiet
it is and then realises that normally she's here at 7:30 in the morning when
everyone is rushing in before going work, rather than 11:00 as it is now. No one
seems to be in the shop, so she picks up her paper and then browses the
magazines, blushing slightly as she glances at the top shelf, bulging with
pictures of naked slutty women. She looks down seeing her favourite magazines on
the floor in front of her. Not sure which one she wants she crouches down, her
skirt tightening against her full arse, the split of her skirt falling over her
knee.
Absorbed in the magazines, a sudden noise causes her to turn, only to see Mrs
Dilton standing watching her from the counter as she smokes a cigarette. Mrs
Dilton works part time at the shop, is 35 and is wearing a trashy short loose
skirt and plunging blouse. She is heavily made up and is wearing bright red
lipstick. Angela blushes as she realises her skirt has fallen apart revealing
her legs and a little of her dark panties. Mrs Dilton smiles "Don't worry my
dear its nothing I haven't seen before" she says laughing loudly "You go on and
take your time picking what you want, I don't mind one bit". Angela feels a
nervous tremor go through her as she pulls her skirt back into place and quickly
picks a magazine before going to the counter. "I would have thought you'd have
gone for one of those top shelf ones my dear" cackles Mrs Dilton. "Oh no not at
all" Angela stutters trying to laugh it off, but she can't help thinking about
those magazines and Mrs Dilton watching her. "Not like your husband then" says
Mrs Dilton before taking the money . "I dont know what you mean Mrs Dilton,
goodbye" Angela replies before taking her change and retreating to the door
aware all of the time that Mrs Dilton is watching her arse as she leaves the
shop.
Angela returns home shivering nervously, aware that despite being repulsed by
Mrs Dilton's comments she'd often wondered what was in those magazines and Mrs
Dilton had spotted it. Angela feels warm, her bra feels tight, uncomfortable and
she is aware that her nipples are hard. She rubs her breasts with her hands
feeling her nipples harden more, her panties are pulled tight against her pussy,
she squimrs, uncomfortable with these feeling, inevitably her disgust overtakes
her and she forces herself to sit down and read the magazine. After half an hour
she gives up and decides to make some lunch.
Feeling more contented after some lunch, Angela sits back, her legs stretched
out on the sofa and begins to watch TV. The doorbell rings and wondering who it
might be she goes into the hall. Opening the door she sees a woman in her late
20's, dressed smartly in a black two piece suit, split skirt just above her
kneest and cream blouse underneath the jacket. "Hello how can I help you?" asks
Angela "Hi I'm Fiona. I put a note through your door this morning to say I would
be in the area this afternoon. I represent Clothes Direct and we can offer
amazing discounts on top quality clothes. Would you mind if I took a little of
your time explaining what I can do for you?". Angela is put out having been
quite happy watching TV "Erm well its not really great...." she begins to say
before Fiona interupts "Oh now we have some lovely clothes which I know will
look great on you" she says before stepping into the house, level with Angela,
almost touching.
Uncomfortable with the proximity of Fiona she steps back into the house "Well
okay if its only five minutes.........would you like a drink" she says before
retreating to the kitchen. "Oh yes please! I'll just get my things from the
car........and perhaps I can set-up in the lounge then".
By the time Angela returns with the drinks Fiona is sitting in the lounge with
two medium sized cases beside her. As Angela hands Fiona the drink she cant help
but notice how short her skirt is, suddenly realising the centre split is
gapping and she can quite clearly see that Fiona is wearing stockings. Taking a
small gasp and shaking a little she steps back before sitting in the other chair
with her drink. "Mmmmm I'm glad you noticed my skirt Angela. This suit is one of
our top sellers. Everything I'm wearing is from our catalogue let me show you it
properly." Fiona stands, her legs slightly apart, hands on hips, gazing directly
at Angela she slowly turns, her hands sliding up and down her skirt until her
tight arse faces Angela "As you can see the skirt hugs the figure....and
stretches with your body" Fi explains as she slowly leans forward, her skirt
rising revealing the tops of her stockings, she smiles as she looks behind her
and sees Angela's shocked face. Before Angela can reacts she stands up straight
swinging back to face her, unbuttoning the jacket, slipping it off to show her
cream, thin blouse which does nothing to hide the black half cup bra underneath.
"As you can see the jacket is also very good quality" throwing it Angela who has
to catch it and is forced to breath in Fiona's heady perfume. "Erm yes" stutters
Angela as she holds it and tries to concentrate on the jacket...feeling strange,
excited, scared and nervous at the same time. "Why dont you try the suit on
Angela I'm sure it would look great on you" says Fiona.
Desperate to get control of the situation Angela says "Erm well okay but I'm not
sure it will suit me". "Oh of course it will" Fi opens her case and retrieves a
jacket and skirt. "Here you go. Oh no I've not got another blouse you can try
on. I tell you what why dont you try mine I'm sure it would fit!" before Angela
can complain Fi begins to unbutton the blouse. Angela can't tear her eyes away
as Fiona slowly pulls it open, revealing a half cup black, opaque mesh bra.
Breathing heavily she takes the blouse wordlessly from Fiona. "O..O..Ok I'll try
these on upstairs!" says Angela. "No problems dear take your time I've got lots
to show you..." Fiona replies smiling a wicked smile and moving to the smaller
of her cases which she opens, retrieving a small phial of liquid which she drops
into Angela's drink, checking that everything else is in the case ready to
demonstrate to Angela.
