I was in a clothing store, trying on lingerie. The sales girl, Karen, a petite brunette 20-something with an athletic build and round, full breasts, was helping me decide which items would look best on me. I slipped out of the dressing room wearing a black demi-cup bra and matching thong.
"That one's my favorite," she said seductively. "You should position the bra differently, though. It'll give you more cleavage."
"Could you show me?" I asked.
Karen moved closer. I could smell the scent of her shampoo coming off her long, thick hair. Her cool hands touched the skin on the sides of my breasts. A soft moan escaped from my lips causing Karen to smile, just a bit. As she adjusted the bra, her thumbs stroked the front of the material, stimulating my nipples. I felt my knees weaken at her touch.
Karen looked into my eyes and suggested we duck back into the dressing room. Once there, Karen closed the door and locked it. She settled me on the bench and positioned herself between my knees. She lowered my bra and began stroking my breasts with lazy fingers, circling my nipples only to pluck at them lightly, making them harden and tingle. Leaning forward, she took one nipple between her lips, sucking it gently, sliding her tongue across its raised edge.