The Fitting Room

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Oh hello, I didn’t see you there. Well, come in. Excuse the untidiness; I’m just sorting my underwear draws out. I have a bit of a problem you see. Hello! I’m over here, stop looking at my underwear and pay attention. I’m trying to tell you about my problem. Okay, let me just sit on my bed and get comfortable, puff these pillows out a bit. That’s better, now, you may as well make yourself comfortable; this isn’t one of my hundred-word stories. I’m not sure where I should start, actually, the beginning may be a good place I suppose.About a year ago, what am I saying, who am I trying to kid? Okay, exactly one year ago to this very day it all started. How could I forget that day? It all really began because I was getting a bit bored at home all day. I wanted to do something creative and a lady friend told me about a cookery course she had attended at the local college. I love to cook, so enrolled, it was great fun. I learned so much but I also ate a bit more than I should have. Over the three-month course, I managed to put on two pounds.Having a slim body, two pounds could easily be hidden. Unfortunately, these particular two pounds didn’t want to spread themselves evenly about my person. No, these two pounds decided to attach themselves to my boobs, only my boobs. Yes, an extra pound per boob. You’re doing it again, I’m up here, pay attention or I won’t tell you the rest. Pardon? Yes, there are naughty bits but I need to explain how it got to be naughty in the first place. I’m not just going to say I got my boobies out, the end. Just sit there quietly and stop distracting me or we’ll be here all day.Now, where was I? Oh yes, my boobs. I am just like a lot of women; I like to wear a well-formed shapely bra. Those extra two pounds meant that my cup runneth over if you know what I mean. Not a good look when you like to wear body-hugging dresses and blouses as I do. I certainly didn’t want to look like a medieval wench or hooker. I like nice clean lines. I was left with no choice but to hammer my husband’s credit card and purchase some new ones. As luck would have it, a new shop had opened in our local town. They also provide a fitting service, so off bahis siteleri I went.My husband hates lady shopping but kindly offered to run me into town. He didn’t mind as the shop I wanted to visit was next door to a pub. Life would be so much easier if all lady shops were located next to or close by a pub. Our men would be taking us shopping every day. If you are ever thinking about opening a pub, get one near the lady shops. The men would be in there for hours, trust me, hours. So off we went.  After finding a parking space, hubby went into the pub while I went to the shop next door. It all started there.A brief glance at the window display told me I was in the right place. They had bras of every kind, from household names to the more esoteric boutique brands, fabulous. Once inside I was spoilt for choice, they had so many. I could see that it would be me driving home as after I had finished, he would have had more than one pint. But then, everything just faded into the background. One of the salesladies caught my eye. She was gorgeous. I don’t say that lightly, she was just amazing. I have always considered myself a straight woman.Like most women, I can admire the female form, not in a sexual way you understand. But this lady, oh my, she stirred something in me that I’d never felt before. Every fibre of her body oozed sexuality.I wanted her to be the one who served me. I tried not to stare; I was looking at a bra and rolling the cup between my finger and thumb to test for softness. It was then I could hear the most beautiful voice, “Can I help you, madam?” I turned, it was her. She was standing right next to me. I felt my heart miss a beat.“Thank you, I’m looking for some new bras.” Of course I’m looking for some new bras; this is a bloody bra shop. My first words and she probably thinks I’m simple or stupid or something. “I see, Miss, my name is Penelope, perhaps I can assist.” Reprieve, she didn’t walk off. I started to explain about my friend, the cookery course and the two pounds. I felt like a silly little schoolgirl talking to a pop star. “Well, Miss?” I was chatting so much I forgot to mention my name, “It’s Rambles, Verity Rambles.”“Well, canlı bahis siteleri Miss Verity, we have quite an extensive range here, I’m sure we can find something suitable for you. Do you know what size you are?” I explained that the last bra I bought was a 34C but I now felt I may need a D cup. She looked closely at my boobs; I was hoping she didn’t notice my nipples. It wasn’t a cold day so I couldn’t use that old excuse. I was becoming a little too self-conscious and needed to relax. I tried to take my mind off her and concentrate on the bras instead.“Are you looking for something pretty or perhaps more supportive for sport?” I wanted to say sport, I really did. I needed to clear my mind of anything pretty as it was arousing me too much. But you guessed it, I said pretty. “Okay, Miss Verity, I’ll pick a couple out and we can go and try them on.”  Again, my heart missed a beat. Penelope was going to come into the changing room with me. She would see my naked breasts. I was praying that my nipples would start to behave themselves. I started thinking about housework and by the time we reached the changing room they were indeed behaving, just.Unlike the changing booths, the fitting room was quite a bit bigger, plenty of room for two people. There was a full-length mirror on one wall and a pink cushioned chair in one corner. Several hangers and hooks adorned the other wall and a shelf upon which I could see several well-used tape measures. As we entered, Penelope slid the locking bolt saying, “There, we don’t want to be disturbed.” I’m a little ashamed to say, but watching Penelope lock the door and saying that we didn’t want to be disturbed quite aroused me.Penelope carefully placed her recommended bras on the shelf. I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my posture in order to get a better picture of myself, and my nipples. I could hear the faint sound of music coming through the wall. Penelope apologised saying, “I’m sorry about the music. We are next to a public house you see. We have asked them to keep the volume down.”  I assured her that I didn’t mind. With that, she stood behind me. “Here, let me help you.” She said canlı bahis as she reached around and started to unbutton my blouse.I was already turned on enough. Now I was watching her slender fingers undoing my buttons. As her hands moved down, undoing button by button, her palms brushed over my breasts. All my thoughts of housework were now wasted; my nipples were rock hard again. My heightened state of arousal must have been embarrassingly obvious.As Penelope undid the last button she carefully pulled my blouse from my skirt, slid it from my arms, and placed it neatly on a hanger. Once again, standing behind me and looking in the mirror. She placed her lovely warm hands on my now bare tummy, just below my bra. Her fingertips were tracing the outline of the underwire. “This bra can’t be very comfortable, Miss Verity,” she said as she pushed a finger under the wire. “It’s pinching way too much.”I agreed, it was pinching a bit. I would have said anything at this point to try and tame my nipples. Penelope explained that I could still have a bra that looked as good, but would be a better fit. “May I?” she said, as she undid my bra strap. Lifting it from me with total ease and hanging it next to my blouse before cupping my breasts in her hands. As she did she gave them a little lift. “You see, Miss Verity; the red mark outline is not doing you any good.” With that, she started to gently rub the red marks with her fingers.This was where I let myself down. I let out a few involuntary gasps of pleasure. I honestly never meant to. But there I was, naked from the waist up, having my bare breasts felt by a gorgeous woman. I immediately apologised of course. I explained that it had been a long day. I was perhaps a little tired and over relaxed, and that I wasn’t used to another woman holding my breasts. I had allowed myself to overreact.In a very calm and relaxed voice, Penelope said, “Please don’t worry, Miss Verity. No need to apologise, it’s perfectly natural to react that way.” I explained that I felt a little embarrassed for reacting so, but once again, Penelope reassured me that everything was fine as she took a bra of her choice from its little box. It was a lovely-looking bra. Black with red ribbon piping around the cups. “Let’s try this one,” she said, as she placed my arms through the loops, carefully fitting it over my breasts before closing the clasp and adjusting the straps.

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