This story contains characters from other stories but is intended as stand alone.
All comments and feedback are gratefully received I'm hoping the feedback will encourage improvements in my work. This is a work of fiction from the deep dank recesses of my mind and any resemblance to real people is purely accidental.
This story depicts lesbian sex, if this not to your liking, please visit some of my other submissions, otherwise I hope you enjoy.
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Vivian was feeling the pressure. She had to find a dress for her nieces wedding and with it being on her husband's side of the family there would be surreptitious comments if her attire wasn't up to scratch. She didn't have excessive funds like many of her in-laws and time was of the essence -- hence the pressure.
A friend had recommended this particular boutique as they specialised in pre-owned couture which meant she would be getting quality at a vastly reduced price; her issue was her size which ruled out a good chunk of what was available. It wasn't that she was large, it was just that she wasn't a catwalk model -- she preferred to call herself homely. She carried a little more body fat than she had before her two children were born but she could still attract glances from the opposite sex whenever her ego needed boosting.
The two young ladies out front of the shop were really friendly and it was the older of the two, she introduced herself as Rachel, who had taken the most interest in helping Vivian find something. It wasn't too busy in the shop that day which meant Rachel could devote a goodly amount of time on their latest visitor. Rachel listened intently while Vivian described the type of design she normally went for, the preferred lengths and colours and then started leafing through the stock pulling out a selection of five dresses for Viv to try on. Rachel led the way to the nearest changing room with Viv following in her wake -- the boutique was so small that they only had two changing rooms at either end of the store.
The first item she tried on just wasn't comfortable and was discarded straight away. The second Viv tried wasn't bad and was put to one side for further consideration but the third she tried on was proving difficult to get right before pulling it over her head. In a bit of a rush, Viv pulled the garment over her head and then tried to let it slide down her upturned arms but found that once some of the garment covered her head, the rest just wouldn't follow. A bit of furtive wriggling failed to dislodge the dress and she was beginning to curse the choice of this dress. Stood outside the room, Rachel could make out the sound of Viv struggling, and she tapped on the door and asked, "Can I be of any assistance?"
The answer came back slightly muffled "Yes if you could. I appear to be stuck."
Rachel smiled and popped the lock from her side and stepped inside the space and quickly re-locked the door. She stood still for a few seconds to assess the situation and work out what was wrong saying "Okay, let me see. I think a bit of the lace is caught fast. Please bear with me."
Viv gave a mirthless laugh replying, "I can't say as I'm going anywhere right now." Rachel was distracted by the customers chest which jiggled and undulated as Viv wriggled about. With her arms held aloft, the hem of the dress fell as far as her collar bone and left the full, round, bra-encased breasts open for inspection. The bra was a plain mocha brown colour and matched the panties but the contrast with her creamy white breast flesh as the silky looking flesh overflowed at the top. Although it had been sometime since she had indulged in another woman's body, Rachel had always classed herself as bi-curious. She would never have done anything with a customer especially at the boutique itself but there was something about the sight before that had her raising her hand to cup to full round flesh. Rachel's palm was millimetres away from its prize, she could feel the heat coming of it, when she snapped out of her trance and instead reach both hands to lift the dress slightly, locate the catch and then ease the garment down over the customers shoulders.
Viv popped her head clear of the neckline and breathed a heavy sigh of relief that she was free even though her hair was bedraggled. Rachel stayed where she stood and help move the shoulders and material on the hips slightly to get the dress sitting correctly. It seemed a little strange to the customer at first but once she saw in the mirror that the dress was sitting better it made sense. Little did she know it was all a pretence for Rachel to get touchy feely with the mom beside her "Mmmm, yes. Now you look the real deal in that."
"You think so?" Viv asked as she twirled one way and then the other, inspecting herself in the mirror. She did look good but decided to try the remaining two on just the same. "Would you mind helping me off with this as I don't want to get caught up again."
Rachel was more than happy to help as she had a plan forming in her head. The dress was lifted over the customers head and as the hem came up to chest level, Rachel's hands surreptitiously brushed against the large, curved breasts but in such a way that the customer would put it down to an accident. The dress was lifted clear, and Rachel helped put it back on its hanger. Viv turned and said, "I'll try the other two on just to be safe." She had said it so as her intention was for Rachel to step back outside even though the changing room wasn't that small, but she just assumed she'd try the other on her own but Rachel, instead of leaving the room, turned and picked the next dress from its hanger and held it above Viv's head to help.