At lunch time I nipped into Contessa on the High Street. The low cut black dress I was to wear to that evening's party tucked in my hand bag. The dress was a lovely fit, but all my bras peaked out the top of it, so it called for something new.
In Contessa I grabbed a couple of likely looking bras and headed into the fitting room. Anticipating the fun to be had later, I absently ran my finger tips over my breasts as I unbuttoned my tight white shirt - shrugging it off and dropping it on the chair provided. Reaching round I unhooked the white sheer chiffon bra I was wearing and dropped it on top of my shirt. I pushed my short skirt over my hips and kicked it away. The air on my skin felt soothing. In a playful mood I pinched my nipples till they hardened.
Turning, I checked myself in the full-length mirror. I like the look of stockings and suspenders. I adjusted my thong on my hips, then reached for the first bra. When I slid the dress on, it showed. So did the next one. The last of my selection did not show, but pinched a bit at my back.
Sighing, I pulled the store's blue silky robe on and stuck my head out of the curtain. There did not seem to be anyone around, except a guy in a suit by the counter.
''Excuse me, are you staff? I need some help in here,'' I said. Trying to keep the robe closed with one hand and the curtain tight to me with the other, I missed the slow smile that spread over his face, as he said, ''Yes. Yes, I'm staff. My name's Kie, how may I help you?''
As he walked over to the curtain, I whispered, ''Well, Kie, I need some help - is there a female assistant available?''
Kie laughed, and said, ''These days, Madam, guys are allowed equal opportunities.''
''Oh,...ok.'' I pulled the curtain aside to let him into the fitting room, and totally missed the assistant, as she walked back into the shop from the stock room. Quite a bit taller than me, Kie smiled down, ''How may I help?''
''Um, the bra I'm trying pinches and I need you to, er, I need the straps adjusting,'' I stammered, blushing.
''Ok. Just slip the robe off, turn around, and I'll see what I can do.''
I turned to face the mirror, let the robe fall and closed my eyes. My blush spread over my chest. The bra was a quarter cup in black satin. The cups hugged the sides and bottom of my breasts, acting as a platform. It left the rest of the breast naked, including my still hard nipples.
Kie's fingers eased the adjustment buckle up a short way. Lifting the straps from my shoulders he yanked them up a few times, making my breasts bounce on the satin platform. He repeated this process three more times.
In spite of my embarrassment, I felt a tension in my stomach, that began to creep down to my sex. Kie's mouth was close to my ear. I could hear him breathing, and it did nothing to stop my arousal. ''Arms up over your head, please, and I'll check the fit,'' he whispered.
I tried to say ''yes,'' as his hands slipped around my sides, but when I opened my mouth the word became a light moan. Kie ran his palms over the material of the bra cups. I parted my legs - I wanted him to see the dark, wet fabric of my thong.
A low noise of approval at my ear told me all I wanted to know. Then his hands squeezed the underside of my breasts, massaging through the satin. As I felt his thumbs graze my nipples, I moaned out loud, lowered my arms and placed my hands over his. Bending slightly, I pushed back to rub my ass into his crotch; a huge erection nestled between my ass cheeks.
Kie was breathing deeply at my ear, his fingers pulling at my nipples. When I felt confident to talk, I whispered, ''Will you fuck me?''
