Erotic Story/Edymaniac: Busty Ngozi’s night with the bridal shop owner (Part 2)

Besides she was feeling in one of her wicked moods again. Maybe a bit of teasing could be fun, she thought. “Where is the dress Oge has picked out for me?” Busty Ngozi’s night with the bridal shop owner

They introduced themselves and Ngozi set about admiring all the beautiful wedding dresses on display.

She could tell that Femi was watching her intently as she walked around the small shop. Every time she looked over at him his eyes seem to flick upwards to meet her gaze. Usually this sort of behaviour annoyed Ngozi, but she was grateful to Femi for letting her in when he could have said no.

Besides she was feeling in one of her wicked moods again. Maybe a bit of teasing could be fun, she thought.

“Where is the dress Oge has picked out for me?”

“Oh yes! Sorry, It’s in the back, I’ll just fetch it for you.” Femi had momentarily forgotten why this incredible lady was in shop, his mind was clouded with lust.

When he came back, Ngozi noticed he looked a bit different. She had to stifle a giggle when she realised he had put water in his face to try and look more presentable. He will have to do a bit more than that to impress me, Ngozi thought to herself. Femi wasn’t very attractive, he was only slightly taller than she was, a bit fat and had an unkempt look about him. The water in his face did little to combat it’s obviously wild nature, except now it just looked a bit greasy too. She guessed he must be at least twice her age.

The naughty part of her brain told her that age had never been a problem before. She already new he was hot and bothered around her and the temptation to mercilessly tease this poor old man was growing inside her. She subtly popped open the top button of her blouse and leaned over the counter to admire the dress Femi had just removed from it’s protective jacket.

She knew straight away it had worked. Men always think they can get away with staring at a woman’s chest but 9 times out of 10, they aren’t subtle enough. Femi certainly wasn’t, he let out a gulp and moved his hands to cover the front of his trousers.

“It’s absolutely beautiful!” Ngozi exclaimed, as she smoothed the soft silk purplish fabric of the Bridesmaids dress. “Simple, yet elegant!”

Femi nodded in agreement, but no words came to him as he stared wonder struck at the ample portion of cleavage which Ngozi was displaying to him. He could just about make out the lace lining of her bra, peeking out above her open blouse. It was too much for him, he could feel himself beginning to sweat, and his once semi hard dick was now going fully erect.

“Can I try it on?”

“Yes, yes absolutely, the changing rooms are just there.” Femi pointed a visibly shaking finger in their direction. “I just need to do some calculations, so take your time” he mumbled.

Ngozi gathered up the long flowing silk gown and marched towards the changing area. She smiled to herself, loving the effect she was having on this pathetic man.

The horny devil inside her was stirring though, she wondered what else she could do to tease the poor bastard, then it came to her, but that was far too wicked! Or was it?

She looked behind and saw Femi sat behind the table, shuffling through some paperwork. There were 4 changing cubicles in total, she intentionally picked the only changing cubicle in direct line of sight to his desk. They didn’t have doors, just a plain black curtain. Inside was a low bench, a few hanging hooks and a full length mirror. Her plan would definitely work.

She pulled the curtain across, intentionally leaving a good few inches of gap along the side. She had a quick look in the mirror and could see the back of Femi’s head, meaning if he leaned back slightly he would be able to see right into the cubicle. Perfect.

Ngozi began slowly peeling off her work wear, until she was standing there in just her underwear, a sexy white lace half bra, with matching panties. She admired herself in the mirror for a while, running her hands across her flat stomach, hoping she was putting on quite the show. Movement out of the corner of her eye told her she just might be.

Femi couldn’t believe what he was seeing, did she know she left the curtain open that much? She can’t have done, there is no way she would want him to spy on her surely. He had yawned and stretched backwards when he had first noticed the gap and it had nearly caused him to fall off of his chair.

Now he sat there looking in amazement at the half naked reflection of this beautiful girl, in her sexy undies, he couldn’t believe his luck as he wiped the spit from his chin. His sex starved dick was now painfully hard, he doubted he had ever been this turned on in all his life.

Ngozi saw his reflection, she now knew she had his full attention and was enjoying it. She too was feeling horny as hell, it had only been 2 weeks since she had sex, but to her, that felt like 2 years.

It was only after Ngozi pulled the dress up that she realised how open the back of it was, it had a plunging back line, which would make wearing a bra impossible. Rather than worry Ngozi, this excited her more than anything. She didn’t need to wear a bra as it was, even though her breasts were large, they were incredibly firm and pointy. She was sure she would cause a commotion at the wedding in this silky gown.

She unhooked her bra and placed it atop her pile of clothes, pulling the straps of the dress up over her shoulders. It was very tight across her chest, so she had to shuffle her breasts into place. The excitement of the situation rippled through her like electricity. Fortunately the silk material of the dress was double at the front, so only a faint outline of her hardening nipples was visible as she took a step back and took in her full reflection for the first time. She delighted in how sexy she looked.

The striking purple gown, perfectly hugged her every curve, flowing out from below her fleshy butt, down to her ankles.

Femi was on the verge of having a heart attack. When Ngozi had taken off her bra, he had glimpsed a good portion of the exposed side of her naked breast. All manner of thoughts raced through his head, he pictured what it would be like to take the weight of those magnificent breasts in his hands, just once.

Then suddenly the curtain was drawn back. Femi was immediately snapped out of his daydream by the sudden motion, this time however he couldn’t recover his balance in time and he fell with a humiliating crash onto the floor, sending papers and naira notes flying in all directions. Ngozi laughed hoping in all the commotion that Femi wouldn’t notice.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes fine, just a stupid chair leg, don’t worry!” He stumbled to his feet, quickly realizing he still had a blatantly visible erection, he hurried to his chair and quickly pulled it under the desk.