I went into the shop, attracted by the bohemian dΓ©cor and the gauzy drapery styles on the mannequins.
The tinkle of the bell blended into the silence. After a moment, a woman came from the back room, arms full of lace.
"Oh! You startled me," she said, "I didn't hear the bell."
"That's okay," I said, "Looks like you were busy." I studied her covertly. Her startling green eyes were surrounded by lush black lashes, long and dramatic. Her skin was a perfect bronze with a hint of peach undertones...beautiful. Tawny curls brushed her shoulders and teased her ample bosom, catching in her cleavage. Prominent nipples stood out under the thin fabric of her blouse.
My mouth felt dry; my pussy not so much.
As a lesbian, I am attracted to pretty women...no butches for me. And this beauty was turning me on without even a finger stroke.
When she turned around to put her burden down, I was done in. That ass. High and plump, I could imagine my mouth sliding over it to her perfect bung hole, to tease and taste...
"'scuse me?" I said. She shook her head and laughed, showing her white teeth and deep dimples.
"I said you were really out there, you know, on another planet," she smiled and held her hand out. "I'm Dani, owner and manager and chief bottle washer."
I shook her hand, warm and light. I didn't want to let go.
"Can I help you find something? We have some really nice vintage wear." She looked at me interestedly, "You look like that might be your style."
I grabbed desperately onto the idea. "Yes, yes...I'm looking for a new outfit, top to bottom."
"Perfect! I know where to start," she said, bending over the pile of lace she had placed on the bench. "We just got these in."
The lace turned out to be matching pieces - a scrap of lace for underwear and matching bra.
"Shall we start here? What size do you think?" I just looked at her..."uh...It's been a while since I bought a bra..."
"Well, we should measure, just to be sure."