You must have been in the same situation. You have a special function to attend, but the underwear is all wrong. The bra has had it and you need fresh undies. Such was my predicament as I slipped into Pussy Willow, my local lingerie shop. just before closing three nights ago. I’d popped in just before seven. The assistant smiled and said ‘Don’t worry, it’s okay’ so I browsed, as you do.

I’m not sure when, I was lost in nickers, as it were, but I got the feeling, we all get it, of someone looking at us. So I turned and there she was...staring at me. ‘Yes’, I said. ‘Sorry,’ she blustered and walked off. But is was one of those encounters that made me stop and consider. She was really quite, well, sexy. My mind kept returning to her cleavage and I flicked through a rack of bras in increasing desperation.

‘I’m sorry,’ I said. ‘ I just can’t seem to find what I’m looking for. Could you help?’

She smiled.

‘Of course. That’s why I here. Want to want?’

‘Well, I need a new bra and some nickers, preferably matching.’

‘Oh, I think I can help. What’s your size...cup size?’

‘I’m a 34 B,’ I said.

‘I don’t think so,” she said. ‘I think you might find you’d be more comfortable in a C or perhaps even a D.’

‘I don’t think so. Really?’

‘One way to find out. I’ll measure you. This way please,” she said, striding off to the change rooms.

I don’t think I’ve ever been properly fitted for a bra before, I told her. She said women should get fitted every couple of years. Our bodies change.
“Slip off you blouse and take off that excuse for a bra,” she commanded.

‘Yes ma’am,” I said, trying to hide my embarrassment.

I could feel her eyes on me as first U unbuttoned my blouse and hung on a look and the slipped out of my bar. My tits sagged. God I wish they were more pert, I said to her.

‘They’re not bad. You nipple sits up and doesn’t point down so ladies’ do.”

She stood behind me. I could feel her breath on my neck. My nipples were like headlights on full beam. She held my left breast and then she felt it. Oh. I caught my breath. She pinched the nipple. Oh. My heart was pounding.

‘You have lovely breasts.’

And them she kissed my neck. My knees shook. An dibbled my ear. Fuck, what is happening? I know what’s happening, a shop assistant is fondling my tits! I turned to protest and she pinned me to the back wall of the booth. I hadn’t realised it but she too had shed her shirt and bra.

She looked me in the and moved closer. Our nipples grazed against each other. I was speechless and loving it. She moved closer and put her arm behind me and pulled me closer. Our noses nearly touched when she kissed me. And what a kiss, I remember her tongue exploring the interval between my lips and teeth, and her hungrily sucking my tongue. We held each other in a clench. I didn’t want to let go, but she pushed me back.

‘Take off your skirt,’ she ordered. There was a slight edge to her command.

I obeyed. Panties as well, and give them to me, she said. I did and she looked at me as she smelled the crouch.

‘You always this wet?’

What does a girl say to a question like that.

‘Give me your right hand.’ I did and she tied my write to a hook on the wall. The she did the same with my left. She took a step back to look at me. ‘You’ll do nicely.’

I tried to protest, but she cupped my pussy in he hand and started to massage me. Soon I was moaning and not long later I would be begging her to fuck me. She sucked my nipples till I whimpered in pleasure/pain and then she applied nipple clamps, joined together by a chain, to them. She tugged the chain; I nearly cam there and then.

All the while she was getting me wet with her hand. I could feel a trickle of my pussy juice begin to form and begin its slide down my inside thigh. She was on her knees now and the first thing she did was like the line of cum all the way up to its source and stick her tongue in my cunt. I say cunt at this stage because that’s the way it felt. She lifted my left leg and put it over her shoulder, better to expose my swollen slit. She like to take long licks. Occasionally she would stop and spread my labia and suck my hood and little bullet, but mostly she treated my cunt like a lolly pop. Lick. Lick. Lick. I was going wild. Moving my ass from side to side, girating my hips, and moaning like a moo cow. Fuck I get wet now just thinking about the way she ate me out.

About this time she also got to work on my ass. She occasionally licked my bum hole -- simply divine -- but mostly she finger me. She had her thumb in my cunt and her index finger up my bum. I was about the cum. She drew them in and out, in and out, together...then she slipped another finger in my bum, the middle finger as well as the index. I squealed. Unfuckingbelievable. She increased her pace in and out...I came in a star spangled banner rush, bucking like a bronko on her hand. I nearly fainted.

‘Now it’s my turn.’

There was a small table in the fitting room, She sat on the edge. I came towards her - that was fantastic, I said - and kissed her hard of the mouth. I grabbed her left tit and squeezed it. Her nipple was rock hard. I sucked hard on her tongue and tasted my pussy in her mouth. I fell to my knees. I was insatiable for the taste of sex. I spread her legs...her pussy was almost manicured. Not a hair out of place. A neat landing strip on her mound and hairless dripping lips below. I parted her slit with my tongue and tasted her. MMMMM And wow, what a lovely clit. It protruded like a little dick from under her hood. I fixed my lips around it and suck while caressing it with my tongue.

‘Don’t stop,’ I think I heard her say.

I fingered her pussy and her juices flowed. Then she stood and turned around.

‘Everything okay,’ she smiled and pointed to her ass. I knew what she wanted. I parted her cheeks and began to rim the hole. She moaned. With the point of my tongue I jabbed her hole and under me attention it began to open. I stopped jabbing and just pushed my tongue up her as far as I could. I’d never done this before but I was overtaken with desire. She moaned louder. Use your hand he said.

I inserted a finger and she took it easily. I added to more fingers before she came with scream of delight and fell to her knees. I asked if she wanted me to fuck her pussy some more. She just smiled and kissed me.

‘I have to get home to my husband’, she said.

‘Of course.’

We dressed and left. I called in the next day. There were quite a few ladies there. I bought a bra and nickers.