Author note: Special thanks to Antimatter42 for editing.
Now in her late 20's, Tracy while slim and athletic had some ongoing fashion problems. She struggled with finding comfortable bras; being small-breasted (and at a very particular size at that) made it challenging for her to find a proper fit at pretty much all of the big box stores. And most bras she bought either lost their shape after only a few washings, or shortly came apart at the seams. Making matters worse was the constant discomfort whenever she inadvertently purchased a poor-fitting one, and this made her dread wearing them. The thought of spending more money and time frustrated her enough to go braless.
"No one seems to notice my boobs anyway, so why bother?" she thought as she stood in front of the bedroom mirror brushing her long blond hair.
At her monthly women's club meeting, the topic of the evening was "Finding the correct bra". While Tracy listened intently, it was by this point where she lost hope to finally discovering a solution to her problems. The speaker from the lingerie boutique talked about the importance of a proper fit and how a custom-made bra could improve one's comfort and confidence. She expounded the virtues of a well-made bra over an inexpensive K-Mart special.
"In the long term, a better bra will fit properly and last longer than a generic-sized one from one of the big box stores," explained Noelle, the store associate from François Boutique.
Tracy thought as she listened to Noelle, "I'll bet she doesn't have problems finding a good fit. She has the perfect body, medium sized boobs and shapely for an older woman"
After the presentation, Tracy approached Noelle and asked about the free sizing that her company offered for their custom-made bras. Tracy was skeptical at first, thinking it would be another expensive option, but Noelle assured her that the boutique had options for various budgets. And so, Tracy decided to give it a try in the hopes that this might be the solution she had been searching for, as she followed Noelle to the screened off area.
As Tracy removed her blouse for the fitting, she couldn't help but feel a bit self-conscious about her small, now-fully-exposed bosom. Noelle seemed startled at first, seeing her naked breasts.
She cleared her throat and paused for a few moments before commenting, "Usually we measure over your bra. However, we can get precise measurements without one."
Noelle's professional demeanor quickly put Tracy at ease. During the measurement, Tracy noticed that Noelle's touch was gentle and precise. Much to her surprise, as Noelle took her measurements, Tracy experienced a peculiar sensation--a tingling that seemed to send tiny electric shocks through her body as the measuring tape moved over her nipples. Noelle's hand moved the tape over several parts of her breast, sometimes stopping, leaving her hand in place as if she could feel the heat building inside. She couldn't quite understand the nature of this sensation, but found it delightful. She found herself relishing it to the extent that she couldn't help but ponder if this fitting went beyond a purely professional endeavor.
Noelle presented her with pages of pictures showcasing the variety of custom bra styles available. And yet, after carefully reviewing the prices, Tracy decided to postpone her purchase. Although the designs failed to enthrall her, there was still an elusive element she couldn't put her finger on.
I'm certain they'll offer great comfort, she reflected. Maybe I can consider them as a potential gift to myself later?
Later during that week, after thinking -- fixating -- on Noelle's measuring session, she realized that she more-so wanted to experience the unique sensation again than anything else. She began visiting various high-end stores for bra fittings. She didn't think of herself as someone with same-sex attraction, but the sensation of another person's hand on her naked breasts gave her an unexpected and enjoyable thrill, no matter how brief the encounter. She also relished the occasionally surprised look on the sales associates' faces when they saw her bare breasts while they measured her.
One day, she visited Victoria's Secret and met Cara, a young, but seemingly knowledgeable saleswoman. She wondered if she would elicit the same shocked reaction as Noelle. Cara was perhaps in her early 20's, slender build with short brown hair, from afar she had boyish look.
Tracy was surprised when she removed her top that Cara, didn't seem bothered that she was braless. As Cara measured her, she repeated the same gentle, precise movements that Tracy came to enjoy. Cara drew the cloth measuring tape over Tracy's nipples a few times, causing Tracy to shudder in response each time.
"I'm sorry, miss, but this is a critical measurement. I have to get it right to the millimeter," Cara cautioned.
Tracy marveled at her good fortune. It appeared that her quest for the ideal bra had unexpectedly led her to unforeseen sensations and thrills. Back in the showroom Cara showed her some styles; however, she was constantly interrupted by other patrons, leaving Tracy on her own to find a style that aroused her interest. By the time Cara managed to return to her, Tracy's initial enthusiasm had waned. On her way out of the store that day, she couldn't help but think about Cara's warm hand on her breasts.
Tracy enjoyed the ruse of searching for the perfect bra for weeks now and it seemed like her exciting quest was never-ending. And yet, the others didn't generate the same feelings; they measured and acted shocked, albeit in a sterile fashion. Something was missing from the experience.
