Lorna was working the closing shift at the store. Her mother owns this little boutique lingerie store here in town. It had been owned by Lorna's grandmother, opened in 1950! The town's demographics had shifted quite a bit in the last ten years, and the store really had few customers. Lorna knew the store wasn't going to last long, and instead of committing to the store, she attended the local community college for accounting. But at nights, she closed the store.
Tonight, she had two customers. In a six hour shift. One was there just as she walked in, an older lady maybe the age of her mother, who had been shopping there since her own mother brought her there in the 70s. She tried on a few teddies, and did buy one of them, a cute blue one that Lorna herself had tried a few months ago when it arrived in the store. The second customer, though, was a little more difficult.
After Lorna's mother left her alone in the store for the night, at 5, this girl came in. She was maybe 25, just 2 years older than Lorna. She was cute, tall and curvy, and had long long black hair, tied up in a ponytail. Lorna greeted her, and they introduced themselves. Jackie, she was just back home from college and was going to be marrying next month, she wanted a special lingerie set for her wedding night.
Lorna took Jackie directly to the white outfits, and showed her a bustier with garters and stockings. Jackie called it too basic, and asked what else there was. Lorna agreed, that it was an old standard of an age that was very much over.
Lorna told her to wait, and went into the store room for something special. In the store room were items that, for one reason or another, were not displayed in the show room, or were old items that never sold. There was an outfit that Lorna had seen once at a ballet ten years ago, and when she saw it in the store room, she had taken it from the usual racks and placed it on her own personal one. She often tried it on, but never had a customer ask for such a thing, and never had occasion to recommend it to anyone.
This outfit was a one-piece, like a leotard, but was lace on the top half and sheer on the bottom half. It was all white, the lace on the top had flowers in the design, and each was a different color. The lace on the bottom half was the same, but there were no flowers at all. The back was a thong, really the thinnest she'd seen that wasn't just a string. When she saw it ten years ago at the ballet, of course the bottom half was covered by the ballerina's skirt and the girl was also wearing nylons to hide her nudity. When Lorna saw it in a catalogue, she was surprised that it wasn't only cute as she remembered, but it was much much more naughty.
For the bride in her show room, this was perfect. Lorna hated to let it go, but this would be a great match for Jackie, and a great sale as well. She took the item off the rack, and put the crotch to her nose. She had worn this item many times, and most of the time she wore it nude, and at least half the time she had gotten very wet. She even came a few times in it. She thought she had washed it after the last try on, but as she sniffed, she knew she hadn't. She tried to remember when it was, and she recalled it was after an especially hot date she had that turned out with no sex, and she was closing the store. She wore the outfit and frigged herself silly, cumming while looking at herself exposed in the fitting room mirror.
She could take this outfit out to Jackie, let her try it on, then make up some excuse why she would need to tailor it or something before Jackie could take it home. Then Lorna would have a chance to launder it properly. She carried the one piece, on the hanger, to the show room. As soon as she appeared, Jackie's eyes lit up. Lorna was indeed right that this would be perfect.
