The next day, Melissa announced that they'd spent enough time at the house, they needed a break and would go into the nearest town to have lunch and do some shopping.
"It will be a chance to wear some of your new clothes, Suzy! Won't that be nice!"
Susan had been naked except for her high heels for a week. She'd never fully got used to it, especially when Melissa was fully dressed and she was naked. She would catch sight of herself in the mirror sometimes and would think she looked very, well...very ...sexy. At which point she would feel embarrassed and would quickly look away. So, the thought of wearing clothes again was very appealing. Melissa had laid out a little short, flared skirt and a spaghetti strap top. She guessed that she couldn't wear a bra with the top, but what about panties?
"Melissa, what about panties? I can't find any here."
"I don't want you wearing any, today, Suzy. I don't want lose all the progress we've been making with your body-consciousness. Anyway, you always went home after your sessions with me in a dress without panties, so what's the difference?"
Well, Suzy
had
gone home without panties, but the dresses that Melissa gave her were almost down to the knees. This skirt was much, much shorter. Not only that, but she only had to walk a little way through a quiet residential area, not through busy shopping streets. Even just walking home felt so daring, so scary, so frightening, but also so, so exciting! In that little, short skirt...if the wind blew, it might flip up and everyone might see her pussy, which would probably be very wet and shiny by then. Just the thought of it sent a blush to her face and a pulse of arousal to her pussy.
As they left the house, Susan was acutely aware of every errant draft and breeze across her naked pussy. The feelings went straight to her nipples, which hardened into stiff nubs that were clearly evident under her thin top, and they were kept hard by being caressed by the lacy material as her breasts bounced and swayed as she walked.
"God, I hope I don't come in the middle of a busy street, that would be so embarrassing!"
Once they had arrived, they parked the car and started walking down the main shopping street. Melissa was watching carefully, and although Susan wasn't really aware of it, she was being checked out by virtually every man from teens to octogenarians, and not a few women, too. She did notice one - a very nice young man who gave a huge smile while saying, "Good morning, Gorgeous!" Suzy had looked back and had given a shy smile in return.
Susan's heart was beating fast and furious, and a flush of arousal had flooded her pussy and made her nipples ache. He was so handsome! And he'd smiled at her! God, she had to get somewhere where she could mop up her pussy before it ran down her legs. Fortunately, Melissa had steered her into a restaurant.
"Go and wash your hands while I find us a table, Suzy."
Melissa knew that Suzy was ripe for the picking; fortunately, her owns plans were coming to fruition.
After lunch, Melissa guided Susan to a small, discrete shop that seemed to sell underwear, though it didn't seem to be a normal lingerie shop. When they entered, the proprietor, a woman of middle years greeted Melissa warmly; clearly, they knew each other.
"Suzy, I'd like to introduce you to a friend of mine, Madam Beauvier. She specialises in haute couture underwear, mostly things from Milan and Paris, not your normal run-of-the-mill stuff."
"Ah, so this is the little beauty you've told me so much about - she is truly a treasure!"
Susan blushed with embarrassment.
"I see she is not wearing a bra" and with that she cupped Susan's breasts, lifted them and gave them a couple of squeezes, much to Susan's mortification. "They are very firm, and although she doesn't need a bra at the moment, if they are going to stay that way, she will need some support as time goes on."
"I always have her wear a sports bra during her exercise routines," said Melissa.
"Of course, you of all people, Melissa, would know all about that. However, a sports bra will not flatter these beauties, nor display these perky nipples to their best advantage", said Madam, pinching the girl's nipples to extra hardness.
"Let's get this top off and I'll measure you properly."
After some moments, during which Madam Beauvier seemed to drag the tape measure across Susan's sensitive nipples at every opportunity, much to the girl's unwilling arousal.
"34 C, almost 34 D", M. Beauvier pronounced. "I'll just go and get a selection of some bras that might suit."
She came back with several bras, all confections of silk and lace, though there was something about them that was very different from Susan's usual bras. Madam Beauvier helped her on with the first one. Susan looked at herself in the mirror, a look of shock on her face.
"This is a quarter-cup underwired bra, it offers some support, but allows a generous décolletage and leaves the nipples nicely exposed."
Susan saw her breasts lifted, pushed together and thrust forward, as if offered to the world, showcased for the viewer's pleasure. Her rosy nipples, hard and erect, nestled on top of the fluffy silk and lace trim.
Melissa clapped her hands in delight, "Perfect, we'll have half a dozen in a similar style, a couple in black, of course, but include some pastel colours, pink and peach for example."
"I can also offer matching suspender belts and panties to go with the bras," said Beauvier.
"We'll definitely take the suspender belts, but we won't be needing the panties, will we Suzy?" said Melissa.
Susan hung her head in shame and embarrassment, and muttered, "No Melissa."
"Come on Suzy, try on the pink set, and some nude stockings to go with them."
"Let's get this skirt off, Suzy, and I'll help you put the stockings on," said Beauvier, "You probably aren't used to these, are you dear?"
