Ben watched the rusty Volkswagon disappear around the corner, then turned and headed back to the place with the vendor carts. The woman he was looking for was the only female besides Carol that he had actually met who wore the kind of clothes he liked so much. The night before he had watched more than a dozen passing by, but they were all out on dates, and he knew that you didn't just walk up to a girl and make a pass at her in that situation.
The fresh memory of so much nylon on so many good looking young ladies brought with it a new flood of pleasure as his cock rubbed against his mother's peddi pants.
A few minutes after the incident in the elevator Saturday night he had been walking through the crowded alley filled with little carts when he had spotted a woman wearing a beautiful long white gown. He had approached her slowly, and deduced that she was not shopping there, but in fact was one of the vendors. He thought it very strange that she should be so dressed up.
When he got closer he could see that his guess had been right. Her gown was indeed made of the soft, smooth, shiny nylon that he lusted after. The area around her shoulders was done in cut-work lace, with the white fabric of the dress forming a leaf pattern. The skirt was rather slim, with a slit up the right side that went well past her knee.
She was very small, petit but with a very nice figure. Her hair was up, and she had on tiny platform slippers with the highest spike heels he had ever seen.
He stopped at the cart next to hers and pretended to be looking at the merchandise there, mostly hideous ashtrays done in fake lava rock. He did chuckle at one, a hula dancer with her ti leaf skirt swirling up to expose her ass. He wondered if any of the men who bought it found it erotic to smash their cigarette out against her bare ass. He didn't smoke, but the thought turned him on.
He watched her for a long time, entranced by the way the dress flowed over her body, wishing that she was naked underneath so that it felt as good to her as it did to him when he wore Carol's yellow dress. Gradually he got the urge to go and talk to her, but the thought of actually doing it scared him silly. He stood there, watching her, trying to think of what to say. Each time he decided to do it his hands got all sweaty and his mind blanked out. Then he got angry at himself, and told himself that he would just have to do it even if he was scared. If he struck out he would be no worse off than before, and if he didn't try he would never know if he had a chance.
Finally he did it. He started by looking at her wares, jewelry, mostly gold chains and rings. She didn't bother him at first, then asked if he needed any help.
"Not really. You have some very nice necklaces here."
"Yes, very pretty, and such a good price."
"Say, but you're dressed up tonight. Any special occasion?"
"Well, not really. My boyfriend bought me this, and he like to see me wear it."
"Oh, that's great. Does he work around here?"
"He a cab driver. Sometime he drive by and honk horn, you know, wave hello."
"Your dress is beautiful. Where did you get it?"
"At one store over at the mall, small store that sell a lot like this. He always take me there, have me try on. This one real expensive, but he save up and buy for me."
Ben was sure that she was talking about Carol's store. The idea of her shopping there excited him.
"Gee, you're lucky to have a boyfriend like that. It looks like it should feel really good."
"Oh yeah. He loves to touch. He like buy more but so expensive."
"How about you? Do you like the way it feels?"
She giggled, covering her face with her hand.
"Yeah, it really nice. Sometime kind'a hard to take, but."
"Oh? Why is that?"
"My boyfriend, he tell me no wear nothing underneath. It feel real good, you know, and to wear so long, cannot stand it sometime."
"If it were me I'd have said the same thing. Is it really so bad?"
"No, not bad. Good! Too good, sometime, that's why. Feel too sexy. You like this kind too?"
"Oh yeah, I like it a lot."
She laughed again, her eyes twinkling.
"Maybe you got girlfriend, you can buy for her. But watch out, she going want you real bad. But that no bother you, yeah?"
"I could dig it. But no, I don't have anyone like that. I wish I did, though. Hey, I think I'll get something to drink. Can I get you anything?"
"Oh, no, that's OK."
"Really. A soda? Coffee? I bet you don't get too many breaks. It's on me."
"Well, OK, coffee would be nice."
When he returned with the coffee she was waiting on a customer. As soon as she was finished they stood and talked. Occasionally she had to stop and wait on someone, but this gave him a good opportunity to drink in the way she looked.
An hour later he had said goodnight and headed home. Laying in bed, still in his leotard, he replayed the evening's adventures over and over, going over each sighting, remembering how good it had felt to watch these lovely woman while enjoying the stimulation the leotard provided.
Turning his attention to the woman in the white jersey evening gown, he kept trying to recall how she had looked in as much detail as possible. Her comments about how good it felt to wear echoed in his mind.
As he reminisced he got a huge erection. He worked one hand in through a leg opening in the leotard and managed to slide his cock around so that it came up towards his belly. Then he stroked it lightly with his fingernails through the tight fabric, which tickled with the sort of erotic feeling that he wanted those women to experience.
As he stroked his cock he dreamed of his new acquaintance. He combined her image with Carol's prom fantasy, imagining her tied up for his pleasure after a night out on the town. In the past he would have imagined himself squeezing her tits and spanking her ass, but this time he thought only of tickling her, torturing her to be sure but in a much less violent way. She howled with laughter, but whenever he eased off she begged for more.
Then he imagined that they traded places. Following the approach Carol had used, she managed to get the dress on him, then proceeded to tickle him in it. The thought of this really excited him, and he imagined that as she was tickling him his cock got really hard and started to brush against the dress, which felt wonderful. Then she dragged the dress over his cock, just as Carol had done, driving him into the same wild frenzy. He came imagining that it was the dress sliding over his cock that he was feeling, and fell asleep in an instant.
Now, a bit less than twenty-four hours later, he still couldn't find her. In fact, there hadn't been anything more to see.
His thoughts turned to the girl in the black bathing suit, and he concocted a vision of her that set him on fire. She was standing, but bent over, with her wrists tied to her ankles. A rope hung from the ceiling ran down between the cheeks of her ass and up to a wide leather belt. She wanted him to spank her until the rope tugging up her cunt made her come. The image was hot, but he felt uncomfortable with the pain of it.
An hour later Ben decided that this was not going to be a repeat of Saturday night, and gave up. As he stood waiting for a bus, he wondered if anyone was doing anything especially erotic that night, or if in fact the whole city had gone to bed early.