A few days ago, I was in a local department store. I'm not going to tell you the name of the place, because I don't want to embarrass them, but it wasn't part of a national chain. I had just left the men's rest room which, for some reason, was located in the women's wear department, when I encountered Debbie, who had been one of my favorite lady friends for over a year.
"Hey, George," she greeted me. "You are just the guy I'm looking for."
"Yeah, sure. Where else would I be but in the women's section of a department store?" I was being sarcastic, because everybody who knows me knows how much I hate shopping, especially in the women's clothing department.
Debbie ignored my riposte and continued. "I mean, I want your opinion on some panties and bras I've been thinking of buying."
"They'll look good on you. Any kind of underwear looks good on you. And you look even better after you take it off."
She called me a flatterer, and she was partly right, but Debbie really does have a figure that makes bras and panties look good, and she definitely looks even better naked. She is tall and might be called slender or willowy, with firm and very shapely medium sized breasts, and her hips and ass are curvy, but not even close to being voluptuous. When her figure is viewed in combination with her short brown hair, green eyes and creamy complexion, she is a very good looking woman.
"George, I really do need your opinion. I trust your judgment and I know you'll be honest." Even as she spoke, Debbie was pulling me in the direction of the fitting rooms.
It is a well known fact that I will do anything within reason for one of my lady friends, and looking at Debbie in the kind of skimpy bras and panties that she prefers is certainly within reason. The department was not very busy, and I looked around to see if anybody was watching us. Seeing nobody, I allowed Debbie to pull me into the fitting room she had been using, and I closed and locked the door behind us.
The room was about five feet square with pale green sides, which looked as if they were made of nothing more than thin plywood, and a carpeted floor. A full length mirror occupied most of one side, and there was a wooden bench that took up the full length of the partition opposite the mirror. On one end of the bench were several bra-and-panty sets that had apparently interested Debbie. She hung her purse on a hook that protruded from one wall, picked up a pair of sheer aqua panties and held it in front of her crotch.
"What do you think of these, George?"
"I think they would look really hot and sexy on you, but I can't actually tell much in front of your jeans and sweater."
Debbie turned and faced the mirror and looked at the wispy garment being held in front of herself. "You're right," she said, and turned her head to look at me. "Close your eyes," she ordered.
Well, of course I didn't. With my eyes wide open, I saw Debbie strip out of her blue jeans and hang them on another of the available hooks before holding the panties in front of her crotch again. That wasn't good enough, so she peeled off her pink jersey and hung that up too. Once again, she looked critically at the panties which, as far as I could see, were a different color but otherwise not much different from the ones that were barely covering her tight, curvy ass. My earlier evaluation was correct; they definitely looked good against Debbie's smooth, creamy skin.
"Are your eyes still closed?"
"Yes," I lied.
"Well open them and hand me the bra that matches these panties."
I did as she asked, which was easy, because there was only one in that shade.
"Okay, now close your eyes again."
Once again I continued gazing at Debbie's body and saw her reach behind her back, unhook her bra and hang it with her other clothing. She was standing between me and the mirror, so I slid down to the vacant end of the bench where I could get a reflected look at her bare breasts before she encased them in the bra that interested her. After scuffing out of her canvas shoes, she slid her panties down past her knees and stepped out of them, so she was wearing nothing but her cotton ankle sox and the bra being tried on. In the bright fluorescent light over us, Debbie's succulent white ass looked even better than it had in her sheer panties. Once again, she held the store's merchandise in front of the part of her body they would be covering.
Perhaps having made up her mind, or perhaps having seen me in the mirror and noting my eyes were open, Debbie turned around to face me, still holding the new panties in place. "Were you looking at me?" she accused.
"Of course." I saw no harm in telling the truth, because I didn't think Debbie would have believed a lie. I don't think she believed me in the first place. What heterosexual man would have closed his eyes and not gazed on the display of pulchritude she had just given me?