Amy had got back from university and desperately needed to find a summer job. Her mum's best friend Jean Potter owned a ladies shop and she asked whether she might have a job for her for a few weeks. Jean Potter had known Amy ever since she was a baby and asked her to pop into see her and they would have a chat.
Jean suggested she called in after the shop had closed the following evening. It was a nice summers evening and Amy was dressed in a t shirt, short skirt and sandals when she tapped on the door of the shop. Jean opened the door and let her in before locking it up again.
Amy held out her hand and said, 'Hello, Mrs Potter, it's good of you to see me.'
Amy had been bought up to call adults by their title, Mr or Mrs and had always called Jean, Mrs Potter.
She replied, 'It's good to see you Amy, how are you?'
Jean said, 'As you know I have a fairly exclusive ladies underwear shop. My ladies are 'ladies' and like to be addressed and treated like ladies, and that's why they come here. I'm afraid the clothes you're wearing now are not at all suitable. I also need to see what sort of underwear you have, would you mind taking your top off please?'
Amy lifted her arms and took off her t shirt. Jean was surprised by what she saw. Amy was wearing a half cup red lacy bra which only just covered her nipples.
Jean said, 'Oh Amy, what a lovely bra, however, it's not at all suitable for wearing here and the colour is rather slutty. I insist that all my staff wear the sort of underwear that my ladies are likely to buy and to tell you the truth I don't think any of my ladies are likely to buy a red lacy bra like that.'
Amy replied, 'Oh that's fine Mrs Potter, I'm happy to wear whatever you think is suitable. To tell you the truth, my boyfriend bought it for me, he likes me to wear it, he likes me showing my tits off and when my nipples get hard they show through the bra and my t shirt which really arouses him. To tell you the truth I like acting like a slut.'
Jean was shocked at this confession, but at the same time sort of aroused too, she liked hearing Amy telling her this intimate information.
Amy reached behind her and took her bra off. Jean loved the look of Amy's young breasts and the slight hardening of her nipples.
Jean said, 'I think you're probably a 36 C or maybe even a D. I think I'd better measure you.'
Jean found her tape measure and held the tape against her. She found herself brushing her hand against Amy's nipples as she made sure the tape was in the right place. It was a while since she had felt a young pair of breasts, in fact it might even have been when she too was at university and had been in a very intimate relationship with another young female. Nowadays she was measuring much more mature ladies. Jean's mind was suddenly racing back all those years and she felt herself getting aroused.
She said, 'Yes, you're a 36 but I'm unsure whether you're a C or D cup.'
She put her hands on Amy's young breasts and loved the feel as her palms brushed against her nipples, she wanted to reach down and suck but knew she absolutely couldn't do that.
Amy said, 'Normally I'm a D cup.'
Jean took her hands off and said, 'Yes, my dear, I think you're right.'
She went away and found a large white bra, 36D and helped Amy put it on. It was a full cup that covered her whole breast. Jean couldn't resist checking it. She reached up and caressed both Amy's breasts, she squeezed them and rubbing her nipples, all the time saying, 'Yes, I think that's a perfect fit, what do you think Amy, dear?'
Amy replied, 'Well it's not something I've ever worn before but, yes I think it fits perfectly.'
'That's good, now let's take your skirt off and look at your panties, Jean said.
Amy unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor and stepped out of it.
'Oh my goodness, whatever are you wearing?' Jean asked.
'That's my thong,' Amy replied.
'But it's not even covering your, you know, your, your mound,' Jean said.
'Oh Mrs Potter, don't be so prudish, lots of young girls wear thongs,' Amy replied.