I hurried down the street, wrapping my cardigan a little tighter against the wind that had been tunneled through the large buildings on either side of me. I cursed under my breath, wondering why I always thought I'd be fine without my layers before leaving my apartment. It was the beginning of February, and although the sun was bright in a cloudless sky, the wind was unforgiving against the thin layer of wool that surrounded me. Just one more block, and I'd escape the cold.
I neared the store front and quickly peered through the paned windows at the rows of small hangers, draped with lace and silk. It felt counter-intuitive to shop for lingerie on such a cold day. The last thing on my mind should have been skimping down to my undies, but Valentine's Day was quickly approaching, and the only thing that would convince me to go on the third blind date in a month was a layer of confidence underneath what the eye could see. The cotton and mismatched panty set I wore on my last date couldn't have been what caused me to not want to go on a second date with the guy I had been set up with, but I figured that confidence was sexy, and I was lacking in that area. If I wanted this next date to be a success, I was going to have to fake it or find some confidence in this small shop.
I turned the nob to the door, and a small bell that hung over my head chimed, alerting the woman at the counter of her new patron. The woman glanced up at me to acknowledge me entering, and a look of brief disdain flashed across her tan features. She drew her gaze from me to the sign behind me, quietly alerting me that I may have been at the tail end of their opening hours.
"Hi there," I choked out as I realized I was one of THOSE customers. "Are you still open?"
The woman briefly sighed before saying, "yes, technically we're open for another 10 minutes." She straightened her back and ran her fingers through her hair, her features softening. "Can I help you find anything?"
"I was hoping to find some lingerie, but I'm not quite sure my size. Do you have a dressing room I could use to try pieces on? I promise to be quick"
The woman smiled, and I started relaxing as she visibly seemed less annoyed now. "Sure, I can start a dressing room for you, and I'm happy to measure you before you start browsing, so that your search is a little easier." She hopped off the stool she had been sitting on and came around the counter. "I will probably go ahead and lock the door behind you though, as we are closing soon."
"I can come back another day if that's better," I quickly responded, hoping that my effort to be accommodating would be noticed, and she wouldn't promptly kick me out before I had a chance to find what I came her for.
"No, no. It's totally fine," she responded as she eased around me to lock the door. "I'm usually here for a while after close, so you're more than welcome to take your time. Here," she gently brushed my arm, steering me to the back of the store, "Let's get you measured." As we walked, I noticed her perfume, wafting off of her neck. She smelled of peonies, and it sparked a curiosity in me that I didn't know how to place.
As we neared the back room, she patted a chair in which to set my things down. "Let me find my measuring tape," she said as she once again passed me, the hint of perfume kicking up again. I followed my gaze after her, noticing her long legs, peeking out of her knee-length dress. She was tan and toned, probably the result of standing in the heels she was wearing from day to day. Her dress hugged her figure, showing off her rear end and clung to her breasts, the pair peeking out of the neckline. She was beautiful, I supposed, although I never really gave much though to women around me. Honestly, I wasn't quite sure why I was even thinking about it now. I pushed the thoughts out of my head as she came back with the tape.
"Here, let's have you take off your cardigan so I can measure your bust." She helped me take off my sweater and draped it over the chair in which my other belongings were stored. Underneath, I wore a plain tank top and jeans. She reach around me to grab the measuring tape from the other end and had me put my arms to each side so she could get an accurate estimate. "It looks like you're a 34 D," she mentioned, but I was distracted at the way her fingers were touching my back.
"Uhm... a.. 34? C?" I managed to ask.
She laughed quietly. "D," she responded. "Here let me show you where you can find the right size lingerie." She dropped the measuring tape and once again led me out to the sales floor.
"Each bra and panty is displayed up top, and you can find your size in the corresponding drawer underneath." She bent over to show me the drawer, her dress hugging her ass even tighter. I found myself getting warm. "34D is this drawer here," she straightened and added "Feel free to grab as many items as you want to try on. Once you're ready you can go back to the dressing room, and I'll come in to make sure the fit is right." She held eye contact until I nodded.
As I looked around the room for lingerie that didn't seem too risqué, I watched her sashay back to her stool and sit, smiling at me as she picked up her phone. My throat was dry, and I had no idea what was wrong with me. I continued to browse while telling myself to calm down.
I picked one set that was black and lacy, but with moderate coverage. It would make me feel sexy without making me wonder if one of my breasts had completed popped out of the cup. As I looked at another set, the saleswoman came up behind me. "I personally think you'd look amazing in red." I glanced at her as she continued and pointed towards an incredibly racy number that had a red lace-lined bra with cups that were almost see-through. The matching bottoms was a thin laced thong that had a upside down triangle cut out in the front.
I swallowed. "I don't quite know if I'm adventurous enough," I managed to get out.
She smirked at me, "Can't hurt to try," she responded. She bent down to the drawer, picked up my size, and handed it to me. I could have sworn she winked as she turned around. "Let's get you a dressing room," she called back to me. I followed her.
She led me into a dressing room that was much bigger than I anticipated. It had a floor length gold mirror resting against the wall and a chaise lounge on the opposite wall. She handed me the red number, and said "when you're done changing into the first set, give me a call, and I'll come make sure it's the correct fit. You can just call out 'Elena', and I'll come help."
She started walking out the door, pulling it behind her, as I said "My name is Viv, by the way."
She paused and gave me a sultry smile, "It's a pleasure, Viv."
As Elena pulled the door shut, I took a deep breath. I had no idea why my body was responding this way to her. I had never even looked twice at a woman before. But something about her had me so curious to know more, and see more.
I pulled off my jeans, tshirt, and underwear, and changed into the first black number. I looked at myself in the mirror and was pleased with what I saw. My porcelain skin was shining against the black lace, and although the fabric hid most of my assets, it emphasized the size of my breasts without showing too much.
It seemed to fit well, but I called out for Elena to come double check my sizing. As she entered the fitting room, she paused and gave me a slow once over. Her gaze lingered at my breast before saying, "I do think we got your size right, but let me just double check."
She first checked that the straps were tight over my shoulders without digging in. She used her index finger to separate the strap from my skin, testing the elasticity. She then moved to the back of the band, using the same finger on the band to check that it wasn't too tight. My breath was shallow as she tested it.
Finally she came to my front and slowly lifted both hands to the cups, gently stroking the top of my breast to measure if the cup gaped at all. She made eye contact with me, and said "The top fits perfectly. Great choice."
I dipped my head and blushed.
She smiled again. "How do the bottoms feel?" she asked as she used her index finger once again to measure where the lace hit my skin. My breathing hitched.
"They're great," I barely managed to say.
She kept her hand at the top of my panties as she made her way to the back of me. She then felt the lace as it trailed down my ass, only stopping her touch when she met where my cheek and thigh connected.
"I definitely think this one is a keeper. It fits great, and you look incredibly sexy." She came to my front again, and made eye contact. "Want to go ahead and try the other one on, and I'll wait just outside until you're ready?"
Ready? I wasn't sure what I was ready for, but I nodded and she walked out the door, softly shutting it behind her.
My heart was racing as I looked at the red number she had pulled for me. Plenty other woman had seen me change before, and I had never thought much of it, but now my palms were sweaty at the thought of her seeing me even more bare than I was.
