I work as a personal shopper in a large department store and specialise in the clothing departments although I have a reasonable knowledge of the whole store.
I was walking around looking to see if anyone needed help when I spotted a very beautiful woman walking around and decided to approach her. She was taller than many and had a curvy figure which she held well in her heels. Her long honey blonde hair curled softly over her jumper as she carried her coat over one arm.
"Can I be of assistance? Is there anything you're looking for in particular?"
She turned to me and seemed happy to be asked. "Yes, as a matter of fact. I'm looking for a white summer dress."
"Certainly. Any particular style?"
"If possible sleeveless with a sweetheart neckline, tight bodice and a full knee length skirt."
"That should be possible." and I set off towards the mass of designers areas but she stopped me with her next request.
"I also need three identical dresses."
Now it's not my place to question the customer but I did ask, "All in the same size?"
"Yes. They're all for me. I take a size 12 normally but let's see what you find."
Intrigued but too polite to ask I wandered across to the first rail and had a look through but found nothing suitable. The second designer also had nothing but the third seemed perfect. I produced a dress that seemed to fit her brief and she agreed and took it to the fitting room. When she came out she looked fantastic as it fitted like it was made to measure and I couldn't help but notice her breasts slightly raised which was just enough to be attractive.
The customer too seemed happy and then asked the question as to whether they had got three. I looked on the rail and found no more in her size but on asking the assistant she told me they could get two more in a couple of days and on that basis the customer bought the three with the designer outlet promising free delivery.
However she wasn't finished and now wanted some matching underwear. As the store had a vast range I asked what sort she wanted and she was very specific. It had to be a matching set of bra, bikini style knickers and suspender belt. It had to white and lacy and she needed three sets just like the dress.
I was intrigued but kept quiet about the quantity but pointed out that it wasn't fashionable to wear white under white and would she prefer flesh coloured underwear. The customer then explained some of the mystery when she said it was for a specific film and the underwear showing through the dress would be fine. On that basis we then hunted through the vast wealth of underwear although requiring a suspender belt reduced the choices as not many sets came with the belt.
Eventually we found a beautiful set with an underwired bra and there were actually three sets in her size on display which was fantastic.
Still there was more as we now moved to shoes. Here the choice was more limiting as she wanted a good heel on a white shoe but with at least one ankle strap. In fact we found a shoe with a high spike heel and two ankle straps. However there was only one in her size and the assistant spent fifteen minutes on the phone ringing other branches before she could promise three identical pairs.
Adding three pairs of white lace top stockings to her basket she paid for everything and thanked me for my help. At this point my inquisitiveness got the better of me and I asked what sort of film she was shooting.
She didn't bat an eyelid and said, "It's a slapstick film. You know where the posh woman gets messed up."
"So all these clothes are going to get messy?"
"Yes." and she walked on but then stopped and looked back. "I don't suppose you want to help do you?"
"Doing what?"
"Getting me messy. It has to be done by someone."
Wow. That was not what I was expecting when I came to work this morning and my first thought was, "Would I be seen on film?"
"You could wear a mask which would suit the plot as well."
"When?"
"How about a week on Saturday. I'll give you my address and then seeing my obvious concerns added, "Bring a female friend if you want some security. I'll give you my card." and she rooted through her handbag and produced a card with her name, address and phone number and then she was gone.
I purposely don't check the cost of customers shopping as that is their business but in this case I reckon each outfit was getting on for £200 each and I wondered how easy it would to get the clothes clean. Mind you she looked like she wore fashion well so I guessed she probably wasn't going to get too messy.
The next day I realised I hadn't asked what I should wear and would I need three sets of clothes. My mind was made up when I saw three pairs of white jeans and tried them on. They were a bit tight but otherwise looked good and with my contacts I got them dirt cheap as they were end of line. I had decided to get some cheap t-shirts but when I saw some white frilly blouses I bought them even though they were full price. I sent a text to Elizabeth telling her I'd found some clothes and waited for Saturday to come around.
I'd be lying if I didn't say how nervous I was when I got to her house but I felt more reassured when I rang the bell and a smiling Elizabeth opened the door. She was wearing a full length dressing gown and welcomed me in and suggested a coffee.
We sat in the lounge to drink the coffee and as Elizabeth explained what she wanted me to do I realised the clothes were never destined to survive. The first thing to do was to put on a set of my clothes. Elizabeth commented on the look but asked, "Have you got three sets of undies?""No. I didn't think I would be getting more than the odd spot on me so I could just swap the jeans and blouse."
"Do you mind not wearing your bra as if it gets dirty for any reason you won't have one for the other shoots."
I didn't see any reason why I would get my underwear dirty but I stripped off and put the jeans and blouse back leaving off the knickers as well. I must admit tight jeans rubbing are nice as is the blouse on the nipples but it wasn't me this was about.
I already knew this was to take place in the kitchen so I was surprised when she led me up the stairs which were covered in plastic sheeting and into the bedroom. There was one camera on a tripod. I was positioned behind the camera and then she started the camera and removed her dressing gown before sitting at the dressing table. She was already wearing amazingly good make-up which she pretended to finish before swinging round and starting to dress. As she put on the clothes I admired her body which was beautifully curvaceous and with a slight tan all over suggesting a sunbed or sunbathing au natural.
Once dressed she ran a brush through her long hair before walking out of shot. She removed her heels to ensure she didn't slip on the plastic sheeting and we went into the kitchen where there was one chair with immaculate white units all around. Elizabeth set the four cameras recording and sat in the chair with her hands in her lap and it was now my turn.
Out of shot were a wealth of containers with all the food I would need. I selected the ketchup jug and as directed poured the whole lot down her cleavage making sure to keep to one side for the cameras. Next came a huge jug of brown sauce which I used to pour over the front of the dress which was already turning red from the ketchup. I then left the sauce to drip onto the floor for a few minutes before lifting her dress to reveal her underwear, stockings and shoes still clean but not for long. A large jug of tomato soup took care of that and it formed a large puddle meaning I was now paddling in it. Once her underwear was soaked I pulled the dress back into place and moved on to her hair. I couldn't believe she was going to let me do this to her hair but she had been very specific. Picking up a large tub of margarine I scooped it out onto her head before massaging it into her hair. Once it was piled on her head I added golden syrup and a whole bag of flour which I was certain would take ages to clean.
Then lots of treacle went all over her face and down her dress. Standing up I turned her around and to make sure the back of her dress was equally soaked before sitting her back down and coating her in custard, blackcurrant jam and rice pudding. I then left her to drip as requested before the final phase and for this I had to kneel in the pool of food to start with.
Taking a wicked pair of scissors I slowly cut off her shoes and removed the uppers from the soles before discarding them. I then cut up the skirt and underskirt and on up through the bodice letting the dress open like a coat. Ripping holes in her stockings I then cut the suspender straps before cutting the belt off followed by the knickers. Finally the bra straps were cut before I cut between the cups and her firm breasts were free.
I then stood back and left the next bit to her as she scooped up handfuls of slops and squashed them into her pussy, filled her mouth and rubbed it over her face smearing the last remnants of her make-up.
More and more slops went into her pussy and her movements became more frantic until she collapsed with a scream.
She waited some time before getting to her feet and turning off the cameras. She then wiped off as much of the food as she could before heading off to the bathroom. I looked at myself and could see I had got a lot dirtier than I expected including my blouse which would have got to my bra if I'd not removed it. Keeping my clothes on I set about starting the mammoth task of cleaning up by first scooping the mess into buckets using a dustpan before wiping down the units. Elizabeth joined me quite soon afterwards and had rinsed off quite a lot of food but her hair was still thick with sludge.
We worked for some time until the kitchen was almost back to normal before Elizabeth asked for my help with her hair.
We stood in the shower and with cool water and fine tooth combs we gradually removed the flour from her hair. I then hadn't much option but to strip off my wet clothes and we both returned naked to the kitchen to finish the cleaning until everywhere was sparkling.
We the stopped for lunch which was taken in the garden still naked but enjoying the warm sunshine. Elizabeth then went to carry the four buckets of mud into the kitchen before heading upstairs to get ready whilst I stayed in the garden and put on the two items of clothing required.
It was almost half an hour later before she returned and looked just as good as the first time with her hair lightly curled and her make up flawless. After a quick recap on what was required from me we went into the kitchen, turned on the cameras and we were ready.
This time was going to be a bit more hands on as the mud was too thick to pour or throw effectively. Placing a bucket at her feet I scooped out two large handfuls and wiped them over her shoes making sure every little piece of white leather was covered. She then pulled her dress up to her waist allowing me to start to coat the stockings, then the little piece of exposed skin and finally those beautiful knickers. It felt strange massaging her pussy as it was not something I'd ever done but I was actually enjoying myself and Elizabeth certainly was as she let out little moans.
As I stepped back she pulled the dress down over her legs hiding the mess before I started to coat the skirt which took ages as there was a lot of material. Again I stood back to let the cameras get a good view and Elizabeth took the opportunity to rub between her legs.
Then it was on over the bodice and finally over the top of her exposed breasts making sure plenty of mud went down between her breasts.
Standing up she turned round to show the almost spotless back to the dress and she lifted her skirt to let me coat the back of her stockings and the back of her knickers which again brought little moans.
The back of the skirt took as long as the front but the the bodice was the last vestige of white to disappear before she turned back to face the camera. As she sat down I went behind her and ladled lots of mud onto her head. At first I massaged her long hair in until it was a uniform colour before smearing the mud all over that perfectly made up face.
I left her to rub more mud in her self before I repeated my moves with the scissors. Once the shoes and the dress had been cut away it revealed a lot of clean skin and a largely clean bra so I made sure everything was coated before cutting off the underwear. Elizabeth then went to town with handfuls of mud rubbed into her pussy and over her breasts and face before climaxing as loudly as before.
After a few minutes Elizabeth stirred and I turned off the cameras and helped her scrape as much mud as possible off before heading upstairs for a shower. I then started the cleanup which was actually easier than before. With the aid of a dustpan I soon had all the mud back in buckets and was soon well into wiping the splashes off the units when Elizabeth arrived. Not totally clean but not too bad she joined in the cleaning. As we neared the end she suggested I shower and I went to remove my muddy clothes when I was taken by the urge to use the scissors which I did. Nothing elaborate. I just cut up the front of the blouse alongside the buttons then through the waistband of the jeans and down one leg then discarded the clothes and went for a shower.
As I stood under the warm water I was in for a surprise as Elizabeth appeared and stepped in beside me. She took the sponge and started to wash my back which is difficult to reach at the best of times although I suspect it was still fairly clean. However, she then moved round to the front and slowly soaped and sponged all of me and I would be lying if I didn't get turned on as this was something I'd never experienced.
Of course I returned the favour as Elizabeth had still got a fair amount of mud on her back. This too was something I'd never experienced but didn't shy away from the task and judging by the way Elizabeth squirmed she enjoyed the experience as well.
Once washed and dried Elizabeth stated the obvious. "There's no way I have got the energy to film the third part and it's getting late. Why don't you stop the night and we'll finish in the morning."
I tried to think of a reason but in fact the idea appealed for some reason so I agreed. "Sounds fine but I haven't brought any night things with me."
"Don't worry, I've got plenty of spares." and so it was settled.
We went into her bedroom and she rooted around in a drawer before producing a camisole and shorts in purple silk. "Here you are. No sense in dressing again as we'll be in bed once we've eaten."
I agreed and slipped on the shorts and loved the feeling of the cool silk against me. The camisole felt just as good as it brushed my nipples causing them to harden.
From the wardrobe came a big white fluffy dressing gown which she handed to me. "Here, put this on and go downstairs. I'll be down in a minute and we'll order pizza. Save doing any cooking"
That sounded fine and I went down and sprawled out on the settee very conscious I could fall asleep at any moment.
Elizabeth appeared a few minutes later in a similar dressing gown and was carrying a pizza menu.
We chose our food and Elizabeth phone through the order and announced it would be about fifteen minutes then produced a bottle of wine which was most welcome.
Sitting there in silk attire chatting to Elizabeth seemed the most natural thing in the world and I felt so comfortable given I hardly knew her. I certainly knew her body intimately now and I suppose she was the same about my body.
We chatted a bit and drank the wine then the doorbell went. Now I was to see another aspect of Elizabeth as she stood and removed her dressing gown to reveal she was wearing a similar short camisole in deep red silk but instead of the shorts she had a matching thong which hid nothing at all.
Opening the door revealed a young lad who wasn't shy about eyeing Elizabeth from head to toe before handing over the boxes, smiling and leaving.
As she shut the door she said, "It save having to give a tip." which made me smile.
"In the summer I very rarely wear clothes around the house and so I just answered the door like that without thinking and now I get priority deliveries."
"I bet. Not sure I could do that."
"You stripped off in front of me."
"That's not the same."
"Isn't it?"
I thought about it for a moment and knew she was right but it didn't make me want to strip off next time the postman called.
We ate the pizzas as if it were our last meal and washed it down with more wine before resting for ten minutes. With both of us nodding off we made the move for bed and only then did I think about where I was sleeping. I was left in no doubt as Elizabeth took my hand and led me into her bedroom. Nervously I slipped off the dressing gown and climbed in. When Elizabeth took hers off I noticed the thong had been replaced with shorts like mine and she climbed in behind me. Putting the lights out she snuggled up and before I could wonder what was coming sleep overtook me.
When I woke in the morning Elizabeth was already up. I slipped on the dressing gown and went downstairs where I found Elizabeth, stark naked, making some toast.
"Morning. Sleep well?"
I did and told her so while admiring her stunning body. Not a tan line in sight nor any bits drooping even with her large breasts.
"Fancy some toast?"
I nodded and she placed a plateful of toast on the table alongside the butter, jam, marmalade and a pot of coffee. I tucked in heartily as the pizza seemed a long time ago.
"Ready for the final session?"
"Yes, I think so. Are you sure you want the mess?"
"Customers paying."
"Yes but the customers not cleaning up afterwards."
She laughed. "No, that's your job."
We ate the breakfast, cleared up, washed up and made sure the kitchen was spotless then set up for the session before heading off to dress. I was ready first as I only had jeans, blouse and mask to put on but Elizabeth took longer but it was worth it when she appeared. She was immaculate as always and I wondered how she felt combing and styling her hair and applying the perfect make up knowing it was all going to get ruined.
This session was poster paint and she had bought three large soaker water pistols that each held over two litres each. There was one black, one blue and one yellow. Setting the cameras going Elizabeth posed for a moment then it was time. She lifted her skirts up to reveal her underwear and I blasted it with the blue gun. The paint exploded as it hit her knickers with paint flying everywhere. Dropping the skirts I then hit the front of the dress with black spraying it up and down. She turned and I coated the back in yellow all the while of being aware that the paint was going all over the units, the floor, the walls and the windows.
Once the paint was literally running off her with not a spot clean on her clothes I moved in with the scissors and cut the clothes off. The final indignity was when I went behind and used a fresh pot of blue paint to massage her hair and face until every spot was painted.
Moving out of shot I waited for her to rub herself like before but she didn't. instead she turned off the cameras and pointed to the chair.
"Your turn."
I was actually fairly clean but it appeared that this was not going to be the case for much longer. Now I could have said no but something made me want to play.
The first thing she did was unbutton my jeans and fill them with black paint before fastening them again and I could fell the creamy paint filling me up which only got better as she rubbed the front of my jeans.
She then squeezed a pot of blue paint into my blouse coating my breasts which she then massaged and I had to say I was now more than aroused.
She used the rest of those pots to make sure my clothes were trashed before sitting me down and cutting my clothes off from the feet up. Holding a full pot of yellow she then swung her legs astride me and slowly poured paint into my hair. As it ran down my face she leant forward and kissed me. I didn't resist and in fact opened my mouth to receive her tongue along with a mouthful of paint which actually felt good. Her free hand was now between my legs and the paint was a great lubricant as her fingers explored me. She stood and opened a paint covered drawer and removed a vibrator which she turned on and slid inside me. Well, that was all it took and a huge orgasm shot through me. She pulled the vibrator out and replaced it with her fingers whilst the vibrator went inside her. As my second orgasm hit she screamed out and we collapsed in each others arms.
After a few minutes to recover Elizabeth led me out to the garden where there was a very powerful outdoor shower. Perfect for cleaning off the paint but unfortunately just cold water. There was no embarrassment as we helped clean each other of the majority of the paint although soap and hot water would be required eventually.
Then it was time to clean the kitchen and whilst the paint came off quite easily it had got everywhere so the inside of drawers and cupboards had to be washed.
Eventually by late afternoon we were happy with the clean up and we spent an hour in a hot soapy bath together making sure every little bit was clean.
As we got dried she asked, "Are you up for more?"
"Yes, but not today!" which brought the expected laugh.