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.