"May I help you, sir?" the attractive young salesgirl asks while you scan the display of night gowns that are marked at twenty percent off.
"Uh, yes, maybe," you reply while feeling the material on one of the gowns.
"Is it a present for your wife?" the lady asks.
"Yes," you reply, "it's our anniversary and I just thought that maybe she might like something like this."
The saleslady, who introduces herself as Chloe, answers quickly, "These might be a little on the old side for someone her age. Follow me and I'll show you something a little more appropriate."
Just grateful that you don't have to say anymore, you follow Chloe to the rear portion of the store where she stops before a large selection of short night gowns.
I think that these might be a little more to her liking, "Chloe offers. "Can you tell me what size she wears?"
Now growing a little flummoxed, you turn a little red and replied, "Well, uh, I think she's about your size, but her, you know, her breasts are maybe a little bigger..."
Leaning closer to you so that no one else can hear her, Chloe asks in a husky voice, "Does she like getting them sucked? I absolutely love it!"
Your ears actually burn at the sound of such an intimate question, but incredibly you hear yourself reply softly, "She loves having them sucked, and she has big pink nipples."
As you are the only ones in the rear of the store and are pretty much hidden from anyone in front, Chloe, after checking to see if anyone is watching, quickly unbuttons her blouse and says in a raspy voice, "Do you like my bra, I think my breasts look beautiful in it, don't you?"
"Holy smokes," you think to yourself as you stare at one of the most perfect set of boobs you have ever seen. What is she trying to do to you?
"I feel hurt," she says in a small voice. "You don't like them, do you?"
Regaining a little courage, you offer, "Oh, no, they're very nice, I was just a little stunned that's all, after all I don't even know you."
"Do you mean to say that women other that your wife, that you know, expose their breasts to you?" she asks playfully.
"Of course not," you whisper loudly, "I just meant that this is a pretty strange situation."
She slides her hands up and casually unhooks the front clasp which allows her boobs to bounce free in front of you, causing you to almost have a heart attack.
"My, my," she coos softly, "I think my customer likes my big boobs!"