More Short Skirts

More Short Skirts -- this time tweed kilts.

We had arranged to go back 'up country' to collect the tartan tweed suit Bob had ordered for me and I hoped we might meet up with our young friend James who had pleasured me in 'Whisky Galore'.

I was a looking forward to seeing if a very traditional tweed/kiltmaking shop had been able to follow Bob's instructions for a short fitted jacket and a skirt "As tight as possible and about 15" long."

The early 50s guy with a rather superior air and 'cut glass' accent in the shop had initially appeared a little disparaging about being asked for this non traditional order. But then a little embarrassed too, as he measured me up for the jacket working round my large unbraed boobs and when given his instructions on the skirt flushed and said " Kilts are usually worn a bit longer and looser."

He flushed even more when Bob had said "I appreciate that but I love Babs showing off her big ripe rear and thighs." He very carefully took my waist and hip measurements and taking a deposit told us it would be ready in about three weeks. He had called to say it was ready and we booked the same hotel as we had before for an overnight.

A couple of days before we were to go Bob got a call for a golfing journalistic assignment in Spain as the journalist who had been booked had taken ill. He suggested I go with him and cancel the collection of the suit but thinking I might enjoy one on one with James I suggested since it was only six days I would take up our booking in the hotel and wear the suite for him when he got back.

Imagine my annoyance when I called to speak to James and heard he had moved on. I was tempted to call Peter, a friend's son who had been rather plaguing me for a date since I bought off his attentions with a blow job at the golf club dinner. But I was still a little worried that this was too close to home and could backfire on me so I decided to go solo and see what happened.

I left to go north early on a Friday morning after dropping Bob off at the airport and was at the shop just after 11.00. I was wearing what I would describe as a sexy /casual outfit with a black fitted shirt which showed a bit of cleavage, a short black A-line Karen Millen skirt (for easy changing), black hold up stockings and a short black leather jacket.

I had thought the shop owner Calum had previously looked disapprovingly at how I was dressed previously, and certainly our order. But this time whether it was the fact that Bob wasn't there, or he was looking forward to a handsome balancing payment but he not only greeted me quite effusively but I thought I caught a glint of desire in his eyes.

He smiled and said "Your order was quite unusual for the shop but the girls have done a good job on it and I hope you'll be pleased." He went into the back of the shop and produced what looked like a beautifully made tweed suit.

He suggested I try the jacket on first and as he helped me off with my leather jacket I saw his eyes were glued to my heavy unbraed breasts. As I looked in the mirror as helped me on with the jacket which was nicely fitted to my waist he smiled and said "It is a good it , it looks really well on you."

To tease him a bit. I pulled the two front edges tighter under my boobs which shoved them up a bit and said "I was just wondering how it would look with a bra on -- what do you think?"

He flushed a little but managed to get out "I think it would look good on madam with or without a bra."

I dropped the two edges and stuck my chest out and murmured "Mmm I think it probably looks better without a bra."

I suggested I try on the skirt and he showed me into an old fashioned wood panelled fitting room.

The skirt wasn't a bad fit, It could have been a little tighter but it was fairly well sculpted to my prominent rear and as it sort of lifted my mature buttocks I thought Bob would be pleased with it. At 15" long it was a little bit longer than some of my skirts as again Bob really likes my mini skirts to just about skim my stocking tops and I usually purchase them at 14". However overall it looked smart and sexy.

When I came out I could see he thought so too. He smiled and said "I think it looks absolutely superb on you Ms Walker. As you probably realised we tend not to make more modern clothing but your husband was insistent and I think the girls have done you proud."

I smiled "Call me Babs. Bob does like me to wear clothes to show off my figure. Although I'm probably a little old to wear short skirts Bob says if you've got it why not flaunt it. And its certainly good for my ego when I see young guys checking me out "

And as I admired the front and then back view in the mirror, I caught his eye as I saw him too admiring my rear in the tight skirt. Pushing a leg back I murmured "I wonder would Bob prefer it a little shorter and tighter?"

I could see him looking at my rear with a mixture of desire and admiration and he just about got out "I think it kurtköy escort looks really well on you and I think its not far off perfect in terms of fit and length. I think it shows off your figure really well and your husband should be pleased with it."

Looking back and running my hand down below my buttock I smiled and teasingly said "Do you really think I look well in it? Might it look a bit better if the skirt was slightly tighter to my thighs here?"

He mumbled "Possibly."

Then stretching my leg out back towards him I ran my hand down the back of the skirt and smiling said "And what about length? Do you think if it was taken up about half an inch it would be too short and show off my stocking tops?"

He was really getting quite flustered and in a way I felt a bit sorry for him but he had been a bit of a pompous prat when we had first ordered the suit and I thought since he was fairly obviously lusting after me, that I would tease him some more.

He mumbled "We could make a few more alterations if you wish but it would be later today."

I said that would be Ok as I was staying overnight in the hotel up the town.

I think he thought I would take the skirt off but I was enjoying flirting with him and teasing him so I said "Why not pin it in a bit tighter under my bum and pin the hem up about half an inch to see how it looks."

He really did get flushed when he had to run his hand over my ample rear to tighten the material round my thighs and I put my hand over his and rubbed it against my thigh and murmured "I think that really does look good. I am sure Bob will love it when he gets back."

When he pinned that in place and lifted the skirt up to pin the hem up as he must have seen I was wearing lace top holdups. I murmured "I think it looks better that little bit shorter -- what do you think? Do you think its maybe a bit much if I am wearing stocking?"

His face was a picture as his professional tailoring instincts clashed with his obvious desire for me. He managed to get out a rather strangled "Mrs Walker it's down to personal taste but I think you can carry off a shorter skirt."

Turning round I put my hand on his arm, smiled and said "Please call me Babs. Would it be possible to get the alterations done to the skirt and drop it up to me this evening?"

He smiled and said "Yes , I'll do them myself and please call me Callum."

I smiled and said "If you can get it done why don't you come and join me for a drink and I'll model it for you."

I knew I had him hooked if I wanted him when he said smiled and said "That would be lovely." I suggested he bring his measuring tape in case I decided to get him to make me something else!

That night I dressed carefully in a white sheerish fitted shirt which showed off a bit of cleavage and my unbraed boobs and nipples off to perfection, and teamed the new short suit jacket with a pair of tight black leather trousers.

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