My wife and I have been happy together for decades, but now the kids are out of the house, I'm hoping things can go back to how they were when we were younger. Obviously we're not as young as we once were, and gravity has taken hold a bit, and there's more for gravity to take hold of. We hadn't had sex in a while, and I thought maybe if I got her some sexy underthings, she'd remember what it was like and we could rekindle things in the bedroom. A man can dream, anyway.
I ended up in a lingerie store, browsing around. The staff looked at me like I was some sort of old pervert, as I was in there by myself. It seemed like they were actively working on ignoring me, so I went and asked a younger woman who was browsing if she could help me. She was a pretty little redhead, wearing an outdoor coat, sweats and sneakers, without tons of makeup and a wedding ring. I'd hoped it wouldn't come off as me trying to chat her up or anything untoward, and she seemed friendly enough. I'd introduced myself, and explained I wanted to get something slinky for my lady.
"Maybe we can help each other," Sue, as she'd introduced herself, said. "What do you want to get her?"
I'd wanted to get her a bra and panty set. But I didn't know what size she was.
"The trouble is different stores have different ways of measuring sizes," she told me. "In different places I'm a different size. If you don't know what size she is here, you run the risk of getting her something that doesn't fit, and that'll end in tears."
"Tears?" I said. "Surely it wouldn't be that bad?"
"It would. Say you get her something too small. She tries it on and it makes her look fat."
"Tears."
"Or you get her something too big. Then she thinks you think she's fat."
"Tears. You're right. Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi, you're my only hope."
I think she got the Star Wars reference, even though she wouldn't have been born in time for the first trilogy. Actually, looking at her, probably too young for the prequels too, but people watched those with their parents later, didn't they? Anyway, she smiled at me. I'm going to say she got it.
"I say you get her a baby doll nightie... they're just small / medium and large / extra large. Which is she?"
"Uh, she's about your size?"
I know it sounds like a line, but Linda was about Sue's size, probably a larger waist, but bust and hips would probably be about the same.
"OK," Sue said, "so probably a medium?"
She led the way to a rack of gauzy nighties. I browsed through, looking at them. I wasn't sure I could imagine Linda in any of these.
"I'm not sure how one of these would fit her."
"Do you want me to try it on for you? Is that what you're saying?"
"Would you? That'd be great."
This was better than I could ever have hoped for!
"Fine," she said. "Let me pick a few sets that I'm interested in, and we can go and try stuff on."
I went through the rack, picking out several nighties I'd like to see Linda, and even Sue, in. All were medium sized, and Sue approached me with a basket full of underthings. They looked slinky to me, but I didn't want to stare too hard and come across as creepy. She added my items to her basket, then pointed out the changing rooms, and we headed over that way.
"Sit," she said as we passed the chairs by the changing rooms.
She went and found an empty changing room, and I just sat and hummed to myself, tunelessly.
After a few minutes, she came out with the white nightie on. And her sneakers, which looked funny to me. She had a much nicer figure under there than I'd thought when she was in her sweats. She had pretty legs and I noticed how big her boobs were in her bra. I could also see the straps, under the thin nightie's straps. Linda's boobs are pretty big, too, but they hang down further, what with getting old and everything.
She posed, hands on my hips.
"What do you think?"
"I kinda like it," I said. "Would she be wearing a bra underneath it though?"
I hoped I hadn't creeped her out, and after a second, I knew I hadn't.
"Fine," she said, and walked back to the changing room.
She came out a minute later, obviously not wearing her bra by the way her boobs moved.