My lovely wife Sam is very much a big beautiful woman, she has gg cup breasts and she doesn't like to wear underwear, except on special occasions. We were on holiday at the coast and we had already been quite adventurous with our love making out in the open. The town we were staying in was quite well known for its small shops, tattoo parlours, pubs, cafes and restaurants and we decided that we would explore some of these one afternoon.
We had slept naked as we usually do, we got up and showered and Sam put on one of her flower skirts and a soft cotton top along with her sandals, she looked gorgeous. We headed down for some breakfast and then we set off for our tour of the shops. There were all sorts of shops including some clothes boutiques which Sam found quite interesting.
One of them had the sorts of dresses that Sam liked so she said, "I am going to investigate this one, don't come in, I want to surprise you, it has a good range of plus sizes clothes and underwear. Go and wait in that cafe over there, I may be a little while. I have got my money with me."
I said, "okay, I am looking forward to this."
I went to the cafe, ordered a latte and waited for Sam to come back. She has never really indulged in buying what might be called 'fashionable clothes' instead she prefers loose fitting clothes that suit her body. As for underwear, well, she saves that for special occasions because she has never felt all that comfortable wearing it. She did wear her white matching set on the way to our holiday and she has a black one which she left at home but that was it really it, she definitely does not like wearing anything like stockings or tights, I had not seen her in these in a long time.
About an hour later Sam came out of the shop and joined me at the cafe, she had a carrier bag with her. I bought her a latte and I noticed that she had some red stockings on.
I asked her "They are new, they look nice," I said, "is that all you bought?"
Sam smiled at me and said, "No, the lady in the shop said she had a good range of plus size lingerie and clothes, she helped me try on a few things, you know, bras,camisole knickers, suspender belts, stockings all made of silk, and, well you can see for yourself when we get back to the hotel. I have got some new clothes as well, skirts, tops and dresses. The shop was having an end of range sale so I got all of this for £120. I have put on some of it under my clothes. The lady gave me some help by measuring me and then adjusting the lingerie. She said I needed to take off my skirt and top so she could measure me properly, I told her that was all I had on so I would be naked. She laughed and told me that I was quite brave and she could tell when I came into the shop that I did not have a bra and knickers on. We went into the changing room and I took off my skirt and top and the lady measured me up. She handled my breasts, hips and tummy, she had warm hands, no one but you and the midwife have ever handled my breasts, you don't mind do you?"
I said, "Why do you ask me? You needed to get a good fit so I am fine with it. How did it feel while you were being handled?
Sam blushed and said very quietly, "It felt a bit strange, when she was fitting the bra I put it on, it is front fastening, then she closed it for me, when she did that she held my breasts and said that it seemed to be a good fit. Then she gave me the camisole knickers, I put them on and she asked me to turn round, she ran her hand down my bottom and she said it fitted well. After that she asked me if I had ever put on a suspender belt, when I said no she showed how it went on and she adjusted it so it fit properly. Then I put on the stockings and she showed me how they clipped onto the suspender belt. When she did that she brushed the inside of my legs. It did feel sort of nice to have someone do that for me."
