NB no idea how my story got linked to someone elses – I clicked to start a Series and part 1 but something happened – but never mind now.

So, I was in Debenhams standing in the hosiery aisle when I just stopped and stood still. What the hell was I doing?

I thought for a few moments. I’d got up at 7am, after a pretty restless night.

I’d had a nice warm shower, shaved my legs while I was in there and without even thinking made sure my pussy was smooth. OK so I shaved a couple of times a week, but this just felt strange somehow.

I’d grabbed 2 slices of toast and stood in front of my wardrobe, actually deciding what to wear in order to impress a man I knew absolutely nothing about.

My head was spinning with what I should do and then I thought of Jade.

Does this Pete make her dress in sexy clothes, does she actually like it. She looked amazing but was it her choice. God, she did look hot though and when she cheekily she lifted her skirt it didn’t sound like someone put under pressure.

OK so what is the worst that could happen. This Pete gets a hard cock for 15 minutes and a serious knee in the groin if he tries anything on. I actually enjoy the idea of lads coming on to me, so I reasoned why not just go for it.

I didn’t exactly have a lot in my wardrobe to choose from if Im honest. I settled on a white blouse similar to the one I wore on the Monday. The black skirt wasn’t as tight as Mondays, though it wasn’t quite as long either but at least it was easy to walk in. I had a nice black bra that made my boobs look amazing, a matching thong, barely black tights and my best patent black heels finished the look.

A bit of make-up, quick spray of perfume, purse and light jacket and all of a sudden, I was late for the bus. Thankfully just a little out of breath, I made it in time.

It took me over an hour on the bus to get into Taunton and here I was at Debenhams, just standing there with my thoughts.

Are you OK? Suddenly bought me round, Do you need any help?

I’m looking for some stockings. It just came out of my mouth lol

Your boyfriend is in for a treat then the middle-aged saleswoman said, as she slowly looked at me from my feet to my eyes. She explained that it was nice to see a young lady make an effort these days.

I smiled awkwardly as she led me to the rows of stockings, suspender tights and hold-ups. She explained that hold-ups were more practical than standard stockings and would be a great choice for everyday wear and shouldn’t be restricted to the bedroom.

I thanked her, rather embarrassed and she got the hint to leave.

It wasn’t the thought of wearing hold-ups that I found embarrassing, more the thought that she somehow knew why I would be wearing them. I still hadn’t worked out that answer myself.

I seemed to spend a while feeling, pulling, and caressing the samples on display; and reasoned they were no different to tights really so why the big fuss. I did wonder if the wide elastic band would keep them up, but the 3 strips of rubber would hopefully be OK.

I picked out 2 pairs of glossy black hold-ups, mainly as they were the cheapest they had. There were some priced at £20 or more but they were way beyond my budget.

I wandered around the store for a little while, browsing the expensive clothes I couldn’t afford.

Stockings paid for; I left Debenhams just after 10.15 and headed to Wetherspoon for a cheap coffee. Being summer, it had warmed up already, so I removed my jacket to carry.

As I walked, I noticed guys looking at me, not just lads my age but grown men old enough to be my dad, and many with their wives. This was somehow new to me until I realised it was 10.30 in the morning and I was practically dressed to go clubbing.

It felt amazing and gave me a huge buzz.

Entering Wetherspoon, I got to the bar and without thinking ordered a Chardonnay. Large or regular came the reply and I realised the time again so ordered a regular lol

I found a table, placed my jacket over the chair and held the small bag in my hand, remembering why I was there.

I decided no time like the present so took the obligatory ½ mile trek to the ladies. Pee sorted, I removed my tights, scrunched them into a ball and popped them in the bag. I unwrapped the hold-ups and then slid one onto my foot before pulling it up my leg and onto my thigh. I slid the other on and then did what would have looked like a stupid dance to check if they stayed in place.

Pulling my skirt back from around my waist I realised how short it was. I pulled the stockings another 2 inches higher and was confident all was now good.

Shoes back on, hands washed and back to my table and that glass of wine. I do love wine but aren’t very ladylike when it comes to slowly savouring it lol.

Chardonnay I believe, the voice announced as a hand appeared over my shoulder.

A face and body appeared and apologised for being forward, but he had heard me order at the bar and hoped I wouldn’t mind. At which point he sat down anyway.

Graham must have been in his 60s, but introduced himself with confidence. Erm, Alison I replied smiling nervously.

I noticed Graham looking at my boobs and realised a button had come undone. Like a cat in headlights I couldn’t decide whether to quickly cover myself but figured he’d already seen me now so the damage was done. He did buy the wine after all lol.

He started a conversation asking about me, what I did, boyfriends etc just the normal trying to get into my knickers type conversation, though a bit weird from a pensioner. The wine was enjoyable which was probably why I was getting horny.

Sitting at an angle to each other, I turned and crossed my leg to get more comfortable. His eyes nearly fell out as the top of my hold-up came into view. I offered a fake apology as I went to cover it but he asked me not to and gave a sweet compliment, so I left it as it was.

Graham suggested he get us another drink at which point I looked at my phone and suddenly panicked as it was now 11.30 and I had an hour bus journey to get to the hotel by 1pm.

I stood up, grabbing my coat and bag whilst apologising that I was late. I don’t know why but I leant in and gave his cheek a kiss before virtually running toward the bus station.

For the second time that day I only just made it on time.

I couldn’t be late for my interview.