She escorted him to the other side of the store and now that he was relaxed enough to take note of the woman who was helping him, he determined that they were both about the same size. She was pretty, much prettier than his wife. He felt better knowing that she could help him pick out the correct sizes he needed without making her think that the clothes were for him. Maybe, she'd even try the clothes on to model them for him.
Nah, she'd never do that. It's probably against store policy. Besides, this wasn't Rodeo Drive. This wasn't a high end store where they had models to model the clothes while you lounged in a chair sipping champagne and comfortably waited for your wife or girlfriend or significant other to make her fashion selection and she wasn't Pretty Woman.
"I can try it on for you, if you'd like and model it so that you can see how it would look on your wife."
"Really?" He couldn't believe his ears. Suddenly, he imagined her whipping off her dress and putting on this one right in front of him while he stood behind her with his cock planted between her ass checks helping to hold her big bra covered tits up and out of the way for her to fit in the dress. "You can really do that?"
"Sure, it's part of our personal service and what makes our store better than the competition. We pride ourselves on our customer service."
"You won't get in trouble? I mean it's not against store policy to model the clothes for me, is it? That would be great if you could do that."
"Well, if it is against store policy, it's my policy to break. I own the store," she smiled. "It's one of the benefits of being the boss."
"Oh, okay, sure. Yeah, I'd like to see the dress on you, that way I can tell how it would look on my wife."
"Follow me," she said and headed for the dressing room. "What's your name," she said turning to look at him.
"Bob."
"Pleased to meet you, Bob. I'm Gloria, but everyone calls me Glory," she said turning and stopping to shake hands with him.
"Glory? Why Glory?"
"Glory is the name of my store."
"Oh." Bob was so nervous walking in the women's clothing store that he didn't even notice the name on the store.
He stopped short as he neared the dressing room.
"It's okay, you can come inside. There's a sofa across from the three full sized mirrors where you can sit and wait for me to change."
Bob impatiently sat on the sofa while Gloria went in the dressing room to the right and pulled closed the curtain. Only, she didn't pull the curtain all the way closed and when Bob looked in the first mirror that was conveniently angled to the right and pointed at where she was changing, he could clearly see Gloria's reflection while she unzipped her dress.
She removed it from her shoulders and shimmied it down past her bust, wiggled it past her waist, and pulled it over her hips before stepping out of it and hanging it on a hanger. She stood in the dressing room in her white, full sized panty and big white bra with her back to him. She had a big, full, round and shapely ass. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Immediately with the sight of her, he started developing an erection. He couldn't believe he was seeing Glory in her bra and panty. She was giving him an unbelievable strip tease show.
When she turned a little to the left, he could see the entire side of her bra and part of the front of her bra covered tits. Her tits were huge and she was wearing the biggest bra he had ever seen. He could only imagine what her tits looked like. Her bra cups were so round and so full with the tops of her breasts squished a bit together to form a long cleavage line. He imagined his cock fitting nicely in there and in between her breasts as she lowered her head down and licked the top of his penis before shooting load of cum in her mouth and all over her big tits. All she needed was a yellow caution sign, as her big, white bra looked like painted white scaffolding to support those big breasts.
He wished she wasn't wearing a bra. He wished he could see her tits, her areolas, and her nipples. He could only imagine what they looked like. No, he couldn't imagine what they looked like because, surely, he had never seen tits this big before. Only, as soon as he thought it, she did it. He couldn't believe his eyes when she reached around behind her, unhooked her bra, pushed the straps from her shoulders, removed her bra, and hung it on the hook. Oh, baby, there they were and they were magnificent.
Are you kidding me? Clearly, he had a good view of the entire side of her boob. If only she would turn a bit to the left, there, he saw her left breast, all of it. She had the biggest tits he had ever seen. For tits that were as big as hers, they didn't sag as much as he thought they would. They were spectacular. He imagined touching them, feeling them, caressing them, fondling them, sucking them, and fucking them before shooting a load of cum all over them.
Her areolas were as big around as saucers and she had these giant nipples that made his lips reflexively move in the shape of a goldfish's mouth when begging for food. Finally, she emerged from the dressing room wearing the dark green dress with the gold buttons. The dress looked a little like a uniform, but he liked it.
"What do you think," she said. She stood up on the platform that they have where the seamstress pins the hem of the dress to hem it. With a wide smile while holding up and out the hem of the dress, she twirled in front of him. From the low angle of the couch and in the relaxed vantage point of how he slouched down while sitting, he was treated to a complete up skirt view of her panty from camel toe to waistband. Was she purposely teasing him or did she just not know what she was doing? Whichever, she was driving him nuts.
"It looks good on you," he said barely able to speak after her sexy show. Unable to remove the vision of her up skirt and of her in her panties and bra and only removing that image to remember her giant naked breasts, he suddenly saw this saleswoman in a whole new light. He imagined calling home while spending the night at Gloria's house.
"Honey, I'm going to spend the night here," he'd say to his wife while Gloria sucked his cock and he felt her enormous tits and fingered her giant sized nipples. "They're having another truck show tomorrow, too, and Willie Nelson is giving a free concert and you know how much I love Wet Willie."
"I just love how this dress fits and falls. It's a real bargain for the money. She'll get years of use out of it." She laughed and a flash of red brightened her cheeks. "I had to remove my bra otherwise I'd never fit myself in the dress. Besides, the way this dress is cut, it squishes my tits so tight that I almost don't need any more support."
"I'll take it," he said. He just wanted to watch her change again. He hoped that she'd forget to close the curtain all the way, again. From where he was sitting, unless she looked at his reflection in the mirror, she couldn't see him.
"Great," she smiled. "Just give me a minute to change." She walked in the dressing room shouldering past the curtain without closing it at all this time. It was nearly halfway open and no matter where she stood in that tiny dressing room, he could clearly see all of her.
This time she took her time undressing and dressing giving him more of a prolonged show. With the curtain open a good two feet, how could she not know the curtain was open? How could she not know he could see her? Intently, he watched as she unzipped her dress. This time, instead of wiggling herself out of it, she lifted it from the hem and up and over her head.
With her dress covering her face, she turned to face him, her tits lifted high up and proud as she struggled to free herself from her dress. As if in slow motion, he watched her big boobs sway and bounce with the movement of her trying to free herself from the tight confines of the dress. It took all the self-control he possessed not to get up and offer to help her.
"Here, let me hold your tits out of the way," he imagined saying to her as he touched, caressed, and felt her tits before falling to his knees and taking them in his mouth.
