I stood up on the dais, almost completely naked and completely cold. I shifted my weight from foot to foot as I shivered uncontrollably and fought the urge to cover my body with my hands.
I glanced down at my lacy pink push up bra, you know that one they claim performs miracles, and well for me, it kind of did. They stayed up there and it gave me some serious cleavage.
I thanked god that I remembered to wear the matching undies.
I was here for a fitting. My best friend was getting married and had decided to forgo tradition and was having all her brides maids dress in tuxedos. The best men were also wearing them, the big difference, theirs were the traditional black while ours, well, let say just that "peach" and "tuxedo" should never, ever be used in the same sentence.
I cringed as the sales lady approached me; a long tape wrapped around one hand as she circled the dais and appraised my cold body.
"We have to take the measurements for your alterations," she spoke to me as she moved closer, her head hovering around my hips as I looked down and met her eyes. "Please hold your hands out to the sides and we can start there."
I did as she asked and she hopped up beside me on the platform. Her hands were cold as she ran the tape along my arms. I sucked in my breath as she slid it around my neck, stopping every so often to write a few numbers down in the small book that was in the front pocket of her mid length skirt.
Around my waist, just above at the bottom of my rib cage. She moved very close to me as she slung the tape around my back. Her scent filled my space, something sweet and flowery. She glanced at me and caught me sniffing, her face only inches from my own.
"Sorry," I felt a fluttering of heat on my cheeks, "What is that smell? Its lovely."
Her fingers looped the tape around my chest, "Thank you, It's called Mambo by Liz Claiborne."
She slid the tape tight over my large breasts, her thumbs brushing over my nipples a few times as she positioned it again and again.
I sucked in my breath, trying hard to ignore on the sensations of her warm fingers fleetingly touching my cool skin, her hot breath danced over the nape of my neck as she moved behind me.
She was making my nipples even harder!
I stiffened as I realized she was, in fact, turning me on with her small touches. Trying to hide my embarrassment as I bit my lips, trying to cover a low moan as her hands settled briefly over my tight nips.
I had never been with a woman before, never really thought about it much, but to my surprise, I found myself getting aroused by her small touches
She moved the tape lower, adjusting it just below my breasts, the backs of her hands lingering as she stopped for a moment and wrote something down. Then returned them to measure again, her hands pressing into me.
I couldn't help it, I arched out a bit against the warm skin. My nipples smooshed briefly against the warmth of her palms. I could feel her breasts press against the warm skin of my back, I smiled as I realized I was not the only one broadcasting the cold in here.
She didn't seem to notice, but her hands stayed for a moment.
Then it was back to business. She moved from the dais onto the floor.
"Feet together please."
She spoke quietly as she started at my ankles, wrapping the tape around them and writing, then my calves, then my thighs.
She stood directly in front of me as she looped the tape around my hips, her nose just inches from my pussy as she leaned in and reached around me to grab the end of the tape.
I looked down at her, her brown hair piled high on her head, her small glasses slipping down her nose. I was definitely getting turned on! And to my shock it was by another woman! Impossible, I thought to myself, I was heterosexual! I love a nice big hard cock and the man attached to it. But looking down at her with her head so close to my sex, I knew that was exactly what was happening.