June 2010
Cassie was a quiet girl, although "girl" isn't quite the word to describe her. But at 23 years old, she still acted the part of a girl. She had graduated from college, true enough, Boston University in fact. Her degree was in finance which made it nearly impossible to get a job. With the way the market had been crashing the past few years, there was little hope for any great jobs anytime soon. Somehow she found her way to a floor job at Victoria's Secret. For the shy brunette, this was somehow a job that didn't seem like it would suit her. Yet somehow it did. Women felt comfortable around her and she made a lot of sales. She usually helped women in the dressing rooms although she also rang up customers when they were busy. Plus, much of her time was spent reorganizing the racks and hanging up clothes which meant she didn't have to deal with people. That was the part she liked the best.
Even with her store discount, she still didn't buy anything at the store that wasn't appropriate for her mother to see. She wasn't a virgin, but she had only had sex with one guy and it had been quite a few years ago. That was when she was back in high school. Her freshmen year she had started dating a guy who was two years older than she was. He was more experienced sexually and it showed. Within a few weeks he had pressured her into having sex with him which she regretted every day since. In fact, it had pretty much kept her from dating. She did try once in college but as soon as the guy tried to touch her supple breasts, she ran away and never looked back.
On this particular June day, a beautiful woman walked into the store. She moved so gracefully that Cassie could only imagine that she must be a dancer. She was shorter than Cassie by a good four inches. She was also very petite, particularly in comparison to Cassie's large frame. Even though she had been losing weight, she was still fairly heavy. But with her 40 DD breasts, her body was well proportioned.
Cassie steeled herself for the contact she knew was coming. "Hi, can I help you?" She smiled.
"Um, yes, I suppose. I'm looking for something, um, well, my husband and Iā" She was having trouble completing her thought. "I'm sorry. I've never bought lingerie before."
"That's okay. I can help you find something or you can just look around. Lingerie is in the back of the store."
"Thanks." The woman walked off toward the direction Cassie had indicated. She wasn't sure that help would even be helpful at this point since she had no idea what she wanted. She browsed for about ten minutes on her own, looking at different outfits. She didn't even know what size she would wear. Small? Medium? Large? Did they have petite? Was a size 6 jeans the same as a size 6 piece of lingerie? She had no idea. So she decided to go back to the sales girl. "Can you help me?"
"Sure! Absolutely. Do you have any ideas of what you are looking for?"
"No, I really don't. My husband and I have been married a long time and I just wanted to spice things up a bit. Next week we will have been together for 10 years."
"That's great!" Cassie said. "If you are really looking to spice things up, I would look at something in red. I think it would really go well with your skin tone." She picked an outfit up off a rack. It was red and completely see-through. It came with a pair of actual underwear, not a thong, and it was adjustable. "Let's try this on." The woman nodded. Cassie led her back to the dressing area and opened a door for her using a key she had strapped to her wrist. "Just go right in here. Let me know if you need any help."
"Thanks." The woman went into the dressing room and stripped down to next to nothing. She kept on her cotton underwear. It was white and it just covered her ass. But the more she thought about spicing up her relationship with her husband, the wetter she became. It was obvious on her white underwear, too. Unfortunately the mirror in the dressing room was just one flat mirror and it didn't really tell her what she looked like from all sides. She had noticed that at the end of the little hall, there was a little alcove of mirrors that would show her what she looked like from the back. They always had those in dressing rooms for "normal" stores. She wasn't sure what the etiquette here was. Her nipples were clearly defined in the sheer, knee length gown. Should she go out? "Um, excuse me?"