I had been everywhere, got all I wanted but still needed a bra. I had the dress, the shoes and even the hold ups with the lacy top!! The department store was the last option as their bras didn’t rate highly on the sexy ratings but as it had gone 5 o'clock, beggars could not be choosers.
I went straight to the lingerie section and walked through the isles not really looking at the bras wanting someone to chose one for me. “Can I help?”
I looked up startled to see a nice young assistant with a nametag on a thin white blouse that you could see her bra through. “I'm um looking for a bra!!” (Obvious really!)
“Anything in particular?”
“Satin, 34C, White or cream, something that won't show through a figure hugging dress.” I replied a little clinically. I felt a bit guilty and as I hurried after her thought I would cheer up her day and make polite conversation.
“I'm going to that new night-club this evening and I decided to spoil myself and get kited out.”
“Here we go”, she said, “Wild Side? I think I might go there tomorrow evening! You'll have to pop in and tell me what its like tomorrow. Changing rooms this way.”
She led me round the corner, gave me a ticket and showed me to a lovely large changing room. I was quite taken back by her kind nature, you don't often see young people in the lingerie section of stores. Not that I had lesbian thoughts, but I thought see was ever so sexy, small shapely and with small but round breasts. I imagined for a split second what it was like for a man to hold her, kiss her, make love to her...
I slipped of my top, took of my bra and let my breasts hang free. I took the bra and tried it on, carefully placing each breast in to the cup. I looked at myself in the mirror, something was not right. I wondered if I needed a different size and if by telepathy a voice asked if I was all right.
“I think I might need the next size up.” I answered.
Everything went quiet and she returned a couple of seconds with the bra. She handed it to me from behind the curtain and I thanked her. I could hear her out side and in a sheepish voice she reminded me of the fact that she was in fact trained as sizing bras for me and if she needed to be sized correctly she would be glad to help.
“What do you think?” I said then.
“Let’s see.” She came in to the changing room and looked at me. She showed me how to lift each breast into the cup and how to adjust the straps. Her little hands were warm and I began to feel quite strange over the feelings I had for her. As she touched me my skin I gave a little shiver.
She knew how I felt as she apologised and blushed.
“No it’s all right, felt nice.” What was I saying, admitting that I liked to be touched by a woman.