Laura kissed her husband on the lips and watched as he turned, picked up his carry-on bag and headed down the tunnel to the waiting plane. She still couldn't believe that he was going to Florida and leaving her in Minne-fucking-apolis -- in January! In prior years she'd gone with him to his partners meetings. But not this year. In the interest of cost savings and efficiency, this year spouses weren't permitted.
She watched as he disappeared from sight, then she turned and headed back to the main concourse. It wasn't fair, she thought. The spouses had to put up with the long hours, had to entertain the clients, and had to be the perfect company wives. And then they get left behind, in January, in Minne-fucking-apolis! It just wasn't fair!
Laura Sanderson was a 34 year old homemaker. She'd given up a promising career of her own to follow her husband from Phoenix to Minneapolis. Where once her life had been full of meetings and deadlines, now it was full of empty time; empty time she tried to fill while she waited for her husband.
And she'd been so looking forward to this trip. She'd even bought a new bikini especially for the occasion. And what a bikini it was, what there was of it. Not many women her age could wear such a skimpy garment. But she could. Her blonde hair, 5'9"frame and 36C, 25, 36 measurements still looked awesome in a bikini. To bad she wouldn't get to flaunt it for her husband, she thought wistfully.
Oh well, she thought. When things look their bleakest, it's time to shop! And being only 2:00 PM on Saturday, she still had plenty of time.
* * *
'That was sure a waste of time,' she thought as she pulled out of the mall parking lot. Over two hours of shopping and nothing to show for it. Could it be that she was losing her touch? Oh, well. If she hurried, she could still make it to Beverly's before they closed.
Beverly's was a small women's boutique in a strip mall on the way home. It was very pricy, and naturally, one of her favorite shops. It was quarter to six when she pulled into the parking lot. She knew it was almost closing time, but she was such a good customer that Bev never hesitated to stick around to see that she was satisfied.
"Can I help you?" a young woman asked as she entered the store.
"No thanks," she said. "I usually deal with Beverly."
"I'm sorry," the lady responded. "Bev's not in today. My name's Candy. Is there anything I can help you with?"
Laura hesitated, looking over the young lady. She was in her early 20's, probably 22 or 23, and about 5'7" with strawberry blonde hair. Her slightly small breasts were more than offset by her long, slender legs and firm buttocks. And she was exquisitely dressed.
"Maybe," Laura replied. "Let me browse a bit. I haven't seen you before. Are you new?"
"Yep," she answered. "I started a couple weeks ago. I'm in my last semester at the university, so I only work a couple of days a week."
"I see. Well, let me look around a bit. I'll call you if I have any questions."
"We close in a few minutes," Candy said, "but I'm in no hurry to be anywhere, so take all the time you need."
"Thanks," Laura said as the young woman walked away. She seemed nice enough, but there was something about her. Something she couldn't quite put a finger on. Oh well, she thought, and she refocused her attention on shopping.
* * *
Laura was looking at sweaters when Candy returned. "The store's all locked up," she smiled. "I'm completely at your disposal. Is there anything in particular you're looking for?"
"Well," Laura began. "What I'm really looking for is something sexy, something a little risqué."
"Okay," Candy smiled. "Just how sexy do you want to get? You have the looks and body for almost anything we have."
Laura blushed at the unexpected compliment. "I don't know," she confessed. "Why don't we start out with something not overly risqué and go from there."
Candy started by showing her a silky black dress with spaghetti straps that hung to just above her knees and showed just a trace of cleavage. "How about this one?" Candy asked.
"It looks kind of plain, don't you think?" Laura responded.
"I don't know," Candy replied. "Sometimes the simplest things are the sexiest."
"Okay. I'll try it." Laura took the dress and headed to the changing room.
Once inside Laura hung the dress on a hook and quickly removed her blouse and pants, laying them neatly on the bench. Then she looked down at her bra and shrugged. 'I sure can't wear a bra with that dress,' she thought. So she removed the bra, set it next to the rest of her clothes and slipped into the dress.
She took a few moments to check out her reflection in the mirror. Candy was right, it seemed. The dress looked good on her. Very good in fact. Then she nodded her head approvingly and stepped out of the changing room.
"What do you think?" she asked the sales girl.
"Step over here in the light," the young woman responded.
After she'd done as directed, Candy looked her over closely, then moved around behind her. She reached out and touched each hip with her hands, running her hands gently downward to smooth out the fabric. She repeated the motion with one hand on the woman's ass, then returned to her front.
Once in front, she reached out to smooth the fabric along the sides, inadvertently brushing the side of Laura's breasts. "It's perfect," she announced finally. "And your breasts fill it out beautifully even without a bra."
Laura blushed again, even though she knew the compliment was deserved. The way the garment clung to her figure was quite sexy, indeed. And besides, Laura always liked getting compliments on how she looked. Even from other women.
"I like it," Laura said. "What else do you have?"
"Well, there's one over here that's really risqué," she replied, walking to another rack. "You certainly have the body for it, but it's certainly not something you'd wear just any place." She pulled a light brown patterned dress off the rack and held it up. Laura's eyes were immediately drawn to the deep vee in the front.
"I don't know," she responded hesitantly. "That might be just a little bit too much."
"Try it anyway," Candy smiled. "You never know. It might be just the thing for one of those special, intimate encounters with your lover." It seemed to Laura that Candy was talking softer now, in an almost sensual tone. And she began to wonder if the young woman was coming on to her. Maybe this wasn't such a hot idea, she thought.
But in spite of herself, she saw her hand reaching for the dress, and felt herself moving back to the changing room.
Once inside, she hesitated and took a deep breath. Surely she was imagining things. She was just letting her imagination get carried away because she already missed her husband.
She took another deep breath and changed from one dress to the other, then looked herself over in the mirror. The dress was sleeveless, with two one-inch wide straps coming over her shoulders, widening on the sides as it wrapped under her arms, while plunging way down to just above her belly button before joining the material coming from the other shoulder. The downward plunge left a very large portion of her cleavage exposed. It was nearly as bad as her bikini, she thought. There was no way she could wear this dress in public.
She stepped out of the changing room and over to Candy. "I could never wear this," she said.
But Candy was silent as she looked her over slowly, diligently.
Laura began feeling funny again, exposed, as the younger woman examined her. She liked dressing sexy, and she liked people admiring her, but somehow, this was different. She felt a certain helplessness before this young woman. It was a feeling she wasn't used to, one she didn't know how to deal with. So she didn't deal with it. Instead she just stood there and let Candy examine her.
Candy walked around behind her and ran her hands down the sides of the dress like before, only slower this time, and softer. She then ran her hands over Laura's buttocks, and Laura felt her body shiver at the tender touch. "If hugs your sides beautifully," Candy said at last, "and your ass. It really shows off your curves." While she spoke, she ran her hands gently over Laura's sides and buttocks for emphasis.