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I am a busy PA to the CEO of an international import/export company and struggle even to find time to go shopping for clothes as often as I would like. So I began shopping online, recognizing the benefits of the far wider choices available and the freedom to browse any time of the day or night. I also liked being able to try on what I had ordered, seeing what colors and styles went with what I already had in my wardrobe, what suited me best and all in my own home rather than in the cramped changing rooms in the fashion stores. Although I also liked to order several different colors, designs and sizes, knowing I could send back what I didn’t want to keep for a refund, I was growing increasingly tired of having to repack and return my unwanted items, often requiring a special trip to the mail office. So when I saw an ad for a fashion site that offered “Free returns – we collect from your office or home address at a time to suit you and we’ll even repack your unwanted items.” It sounded ideal. Browsing their site, I was particularly attracted to their wide range of imported European lingerie, soon finding myself ordering several different beautifully sexy bra and panty sets in two or three sizes, unsure quite how the sizing compared to my usual, rather conventional brands. As I clicked the ‘Order Now’ button I pondered whether I had chosen these rather exotic and sensual things to please my girlfriend, or if in fact I was anticipating the thrill of wearing them simply for my own pleasure. “Guaranteed next day delivery”, the site had said, and I’d checked the box ‘Between 2 and 4 pm’. Ordering on a Friday meant I could be home when they arrived on Saturday afternoon, but my girlfriend would be out at yet another tedious day at college giving me plenty of quality free time to unpack and try my new purchases in private. I paced the kitchen, frequently looking at the clock, and found that I quite enjoyed the anticipation of the call at the door. When the bell bahis siteleri did ring, I jumped, and then calmly opened the door. It was just before 3 pm. I was impressed. But not as impressed when I saw that the delivery boy was in fact a rather attractive female, maybe ten years older than my twenty eight years, and looking very smart in her maroon skirt and jacket. “Hi, I have a delivery for you. Could you sign here please?” I scribbled my name on the form and took the box. The driver then explained about the free returns collection process, but added: “Well, actually, you could do me a huge favor. This is my last drop of the day and, well, it would help me so much if you could possibly decide now if there’s anything you plan to return. I could then take away what you don’t need; save me coming back another time?” I was not expecting such an unusual request, but was planning to try on my new stuff straight away so I smiled at Julia (her name was on her badge) and invited her to step inside. I made her a coffee and we chatted for a moment. Julia was very friendly, with a bright, pleasant personality, long wavy hair and a slim figure. Knowing I did not keep any valuables downstairs, I left my unexpected guest and climbed the wide carpeted spiral staircase to my large bedroom, sensing that a pair of clear blue eyes was watching the backs of my legs, all the way to the top. Soon I was rummaging through mountains of scented tissue paper and pulling out beautiful lingerie from its stylish packaging and laying out the different items on my soft wide bed. I smiled when I saw how well made they all were and felt a warm feeling begin to grow inside me as I ran her fingers over the exotic lace, smooth satin and neatly stitched straps of my purchases. Knowing the only way I could select what I would keep was to try them all on, I unbuttoned my dress and shrugged it onto the floor then unclipped my rather dull sensible white bra. My 34c breasts dropped only slightly canlı bahis siteleri but I soon nested them into the softly padded cups of a fabulous black bra with deep blue appliqué butterflies on the spaghetti-thin double shoulder straps. I reached behind my back and clipped it on its middle setting and admired myself in the full-length mirrors. It felt so right against my skin and made my breasts look firm, full and rounded. I turned side on and posed in various positions, liking how I looked and getting more than a small thrill from seeing myself looking sexy in my own bedroom. Well that was a success; now I needed to try some other designs and sizes. Systematically I tried each item. I decided to keep the navy blue deep-plunge bra in two sizes. The larger one was more comfortable and I thought she could walk and dance all day and night in that, but the smaller one gave me a cleavage like I’d never achieved before and made me feel daring and confident. The sophisticated deep cherry red balcony uplift bra looked great and I knew it was just what I needed under the long sleek cocktail dress I’d recently bought and the middle of three sizes fitted me perfectly. Then I picked up the bra I’d ordered on a wild whim, knowing it was far away from anything I’d normally have bought. In my hands it was a maze of black straps and small panels of semi-sheer fabric. It took me a moment to work out how to put it on but soon I had her arms though all the right places and clipped the front-fastening clasp between my breasts. I gasped as I admired myself in the mirror. The bra hardly covered my boobs at all but somehow it managed to lift and shape them, just about concealing my nipples but very little else. Narrow straps dived under my arms and over my shoulders to meet in a cluster between my shoulder blades. I felt my nipples hardening and when I stood side on to the mirror I could see them protruding invitingly from the fronts of my boobs, the thin material canlı bahis stretched tight over their pointed profile. I had never felt this aroused just from looking in the mirror, and I felt a rush in my pussy when I picked up the matching black strappy thong. Running my fingers over the multiple strands of glossy material, I glanced at the label reminding me that once I had put it on I would be unable to return it for refund. I knew I would want to keep it and soon I had slipped out of my serious cotton panties and was sliding the wildly exotic thong panties up my smooth legs. I stood facing the mirror and arranged the myriad straps on and over my hips. I was acutely aware of how wet my pussy was as the tiny triangle of semi-sheer material contacted my swollen lips. However, I was not aware of the blond woman in the maroon uniform standing in the entrance to my bedroom, nonchalantly leaning against the doorframe and admiring the show. I did not notice her hand slide inside her skirt and start to gently rub her own crotch. Only the sound of the light moan clued me into the fact she was there. “Wha. Why are you standing there? I asked you to wait downstairs.” Before I could say anything else she was standing in front of me. She smiled wickedly as she placed a finger against my lips. I could smell the pungent fumes of her pussy as she smiled at me. “Be quiet my little one, I know how wet you are, and I can see in your eyes that you need this as much as I want it.” I was in no place to argue. My mind raced, I know I wanted whatever she was going to do to me, but I could not seem to be so easy. I struggled; this seemed to spur her on. She leaned forward and kissed me, her lips were soft, and I could feel her tongue sliding into my mouth. As she kissed me, she pulled on my panties, making the sheer material go into the crack of my pussy. I whimpered deeply into her mouth as her hand slowly played with my crotch. She pulled me to the bed and pushed me down onto the various loose pieces of underwear. I could feel them on my back as I watched Julia start to undress in front of me. She took off her maroon jacket revealing a white blouse; I could clearly see her black bra underneath.

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