My high school girl friend and I decided to ditch 7th period and go shopping. We headed over to the mall and ended up in a lingerie store. We both looked over the selection wishing we could have some of the wonderful silky skimpy underwear they had. I was getting very excited. I love the feel of silk on my skin and I love how sexy it makes me feel to have lacy panties and bras.
The older sales woman came up to us. She looked us up and down – since we still had our school uniforms on I’m sure she realized we were still in high school. “You girls looking for something in particular. Maybe something for your boyfriends?” We smiled and said we were just looking and that it really wasn’t for our boyfriends anyway.
“Is your mom here?” she asked looking around the store.
“Nope, just out of school and on our way home,” I said getting a little nervous.
“You’re looking in the wrong section honey. The bras that you need are back over here. You’re a 36 C right?”
“I usually get 34 C,” I replied as a followed her to the other side of the store. Amanda stayed where she was looking over the teddies.
“Well my dear, looks like you are wearing the wrong bra. You are, I’m sure, a 36. How about we measure.” She stopped and pulled a tape from her back pocket. “Turn around dear and I’ll see.” I did as she said – not thinking anything of it. Then the next thing I knew she was lifting my shirt above my head. Oh my god, I thought. What is this chick doing? I spun around facing her with my hands wrapped around me.
“Don’t be shy, girlie, I’ve seen many women. Now let’s get that terrible bra off you.” She reached around me before I could move and unhooked my bra. She tore my hands away from my breasts and spun me around again. Instantly my nipples were fully erect and aching. She reached around me with the tape and laid it across my nipples. Gently she raped it around me. “Yup, 36 C, my dear. Just as I thought.” She let the tape go and took me by the hand to the wall rack straight in front of us.
“Let’s see,” she said as she reached out her hands and cupped my breasts. She began to lift them and push them together. She felt the weight of them and slide her hands to the underside of my breasts and cupped them. She started to explain the different types of bra that I should be wearing – but I wasn’t listening to anything she was saying. I couldn’t believe that she was feeling me up. Although it seemed that she was just doing her job – I was getting completely horny. My breasts are so sensitive that just having the cold wind on them was making me wet. I was getting wetter by the second. Just then I was snapped into reality.