21-01-2019, 12:57 PM
Twelve months ago, I walked into an interesting-looking lingerie boutique in an upscale part of the city. Someone had told me it specialized in bras and swimwear for women. I wear a 34B size bra. I wasn’t exactly buxom but still finding a good sexy bra wasn’t easy. So it was a thrill to finally find a shop like, ‘Curves.’ This incidentally was the same place the readers would be familiar with where my husband and gleefully watched while I had inadvertently exposed myself to a few very interested onlookers.
It was a Sunday when I decided to pay a visit to the shop! It appeared to be true to the advertisements. There were dozens of pretty-looking bras in my size, in lovely colours and fabrics. I had three bra and panty sets in hand and was looking around for the change rooms when all of a sudden I heard a lovely feminine voice.
‘Why hello!,’ said a woman.
I turned to find a very beautiful, somewhat familiar looking, woman smiling at me.
‘I beg your pardon,’ I replied, sounding slightly puzzled, not sure where I'd seen her before.
‘I'm sorry, I don't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. It's just that we're neighbours ... We bought the house at the top of the street a few months ago,’ she said.
Suddenly it clicked; the reason why she looked vaguely familiar. I had seen her on a number of occasions getting into her car and driving away while I tended to my roses.
We shook hands and she introduced herself as Sunita.
‘I'm Anita,’ I countered, smiling. ‘It's a pleasure to meet you.’
She was about my age, possibly slightly older, with gorgeous black hair, flawless white skin and a lovely, curvaceous figure. For some reason, I could not say why, I liked her immediately. Perhaps it was her easy charm, or the warmth of her smile, or her attentive, black eyes. Either way, we stood there for what seemed like a half an hour chatting and getting acquainted. I knew early on that I'd made a new friend, and it gave me a nice feeling.
She said that she was married. Her husband was much older than her and that they had recently moved into our neighbourhood. This must have been the case otherwise Amit is not likely to miss the presence of any good looking lady.
It was uncanny how many interests we shared: flowers, books, fashion and fabrics, silver ethnic jewellery, anklets and, well, similar sounding names!
By the time we finally stopped talking long enough to realize what time it was, it was closing time. They closed early on Sundays. I apologized and started to put the bra sets back on the rack, saying I could come back another time.
‘Don't be silly,’ she said. ‘It's my store and we're the only ones here. Just let me lock up and I'll let you try on whatever you like.’
‘Are you sure?’ I asked.
I was so excited about finding such a selection; I really did want to try on a few things. The sets I had picked out were quite skimpy and feminine. I really wanted to surprise Amit with a nice change and was determined to treat myself to a major lingerie (and perhaps even a swimwear) shopping splurge!
Sunita quickly locked the doors, took me by the hand, and led me to the change rooms. She was wearing a sleeveless kurta with thin strings over her shoulders,( something that is seen only in films) a tight churidar pyjama and cute anklets on shapely feet and I couldn't help but notice that she had the kind of lovely walk, that men adore.
The change room was spacious, with a big wall-size mirror - and for once, appropriate lighting. I stripped off my clothes and slipped on a semi-sheer, stretch mesh bra and panty set in a pretty shade of peach. It was embroidered with a lovely flower motif, and as sheer and skimpy as it was, the bra lifted and supported my breasts quite well.
‘Let's have a look,’ said Sunita from outside.
I felt a bit shy about stepping out in front of a woman I'd only just met in a set of skimpy underwear, but she made me feel so at ease. I opened the door and emerged, naked except for a few bits of delicate fabric.
‘What size is the bra?’ she asked.
‘34B,’ I answered.
She took me back in the change room and stood behind me while I faced the mirror. She reached under my arms and began adjusting the bra; her hands brushing against my breasts.
I felt her fingers touch underneath, where some of my breasts were left exposed.
‘You see, this shouldn't be happening,’ she said. ‘Let me grab a tape measure.’
She came back a moment later and measured me around the ribcage.
’27 inches - so add five," she declared. "Just as I thought, you're not a 34. And I'm guessing you're a larger cup size than an 'B', too, judging by the amount of cleavage that's peeping out.’ She left and came back with a lacy purple bra and thong.
‘Try these on, Anita,’ she said.
There was an awkward moment while I waited for her to leave so I could change.
‘Oh, don't be silly!’ she said smiling. ‘You don't expect me to keep coming and going, do you? We have too many pretty things to try on!’
With that I somewhat sheepishly undid the clasp and removed the bra. It did feel kind of strange especially because my nipples have a habit of getting erect at the slightest excitement. Slowly I peeled off the panties. There I was, standing fully naked, in front of a woman I'd only just met. Don't ask me why, but it felt strangely liberating, and, even more strangely, a bit exciting. There was something about Sunita's gaze. She had a playful twinkle in her eye that was so sexy and engaging. I'd been with a woman before and there was definitely some sexual energy in that change room that day. I had to admit - for the first time in my life, I found myself sexually aroused in the presence of a woman. I found her very attractive.
‘My store was definitely made for your body,’ said Sunita. ‘ It is so nice to see the cute shape that you have given your pussy. Lovely! Your husband must be one lucky guy! You have such lovely breasts, well knit nipples- and such a nice chocolatish areola not to mention the lovely ass. I know it is embarrassing for you but you are prettier sans clothes than with them.’
I was blushing as I stepped into the thong before trying on the bra. It felt very comfortable, and looked incredibly sexy. Sunita again stepped behind me and adjusted the fit. This time, however, she gently cupped my full bosom in her small hands.
‘You see,’ she said, her penetrating eyes looking directly into mine through the mirror's reflection. ‘Size 34 underneath and 36 inches across the bust: you're a 34 C, my dear.’
It was a Sunday when I decided to pay a visit to the shop! It appeared to be true to the advertisements. There were dozens of pretty-looking bras in my size, in lovely colours and fabrics. I had three bra and panty sets in hand and was looking around for the change rooms when all of a sudden I heard a lovely feminine voice.
‘Why hello!,’ said a woman.
I turned to find a very beautiful, somewhat familiar looking, woman smiling at me.
‘I beg your pardon,’ I replied, sounding slightly puzzled, not sure where I'd seen her before.
‘I'm sorry, I don't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. It's just that we're neighbours ... We bought the house at the top of the street a few months ago,’ she said.
Suddenly it clicked; the reason why she looked vaguely familiar. I had seen her on a number of occasions getting into her car and driving away while I tended to my roses.
We shook hands and she introduced herself as Sunita.
‘I'm Anita,’ I countered, smiling. ‘It's a pleasure to meet you.’
She was about my age, possibly slightly older, with gorgeous black hair, flawless white skin and a lovely, curvaceous figure. For some reason, I could not say why, I liked her immediately. Perhaps it was her easy charm, or the warmth of her smile, or her attentive, black eyes. Either way, we stood there for what seemed like a half an hour chatting and getting acquainted. I knew early on that I'd made a new friend, and it gave me a nice feeling.
She said that she was married. Her husband was much older than her and that they had recently moved into our neighbourhood. This must have been the case otherwise Amit is not likely to miss the presence of any good looking lady.
It was uncanny how many interests we shared: flowers, books, fashion and fabrics, silver ethnic jewellery, anklets and, well, similar sounding names!
By the time we finally stopped talking long enough to realize what time it was, it was closing time. They closed early on Sundays. I apologized and started to put the bra sets back on the rack, saying I could come back another time.
‘Don't be silly,’ she said. ‘It's my store and we're the only ones here. Just let me lock up and I'll let you try on whatever you like.’
‘Are you sure?’ I asked.
I was so excited about finding such a selection; I really did want to try on a few things. The sets I had picked out were quite skimpy and feminine. I really wanted to surprise Amit with a nice change and was determined to treat myself to a major lingerie (and perhaps even a swimwear) shopping splurge!
Sunita quickly locked the doors, took me by the hand, and led me to the change rooms. She was wearing a sleeveless kurta with thin strings over her shoulders,( something that is seen only in films) a tight churidar pyjama and cute anklets on shapely feet and I couldn't help but notice that she had the kind of lovely walk, that men adore.
The change room was spacious, with a big wall-size mirror - and for once, appropriate lighting. I stripped off my clothes and slipped on a semi-sheer, stretch mesh bra and panty set in a pretty shade of peach. It was embroidered with a lovely flower motif, and as sheer and skimpy as it was, the bra lifted and supported my breasts quite well.
‘Let's have a look,’ said Sunita from outside.
I felt a bit shy about stepping out in front of a woman I'd only just met in a set of skimpy underwear, but she made me feel so at ease. I opened the door and emerged, naked except for a few bits of delicate fabric.
‘What size is the bra?’ she asked.
‘34B,’ I answered.
She took me back in the change room and stood behind me while I faced the mirror. She reached under my arms and began adjusting the bra; her hands brushing against my breasts.
I felt her fingers touch underneath, where some of my breasts were left exposed.
‘You see, this shouldn't be happening,’ she said. ‘Let me grab a tape measure.’
She came back a moment later and measured me around the ribcage.
’27 inches - so add five," she declared. "Just as I thought, you're not a 34. And I'm guessing you're a larger cup size than an 'B', too, judging by the amount of cleavage that's peeping out.’ She left and came back with a lacy purple bra and thong.
‘Try these on, Anita,’ she said.
There was an awkward moment while I waited for her to leave so I could change.
‘Oh, don't be silly!’ she said smiling. ‘You don't expect me to keep coming and going, do you? We have too many pretty things to try on!’
With that I somewhat sheepishly undid the clasp and removed the bra. It did feel kind of strange especially because my nipples have a habit of getting erect at the slightest excitement. Slowly I peeled off the panties. There I was, standing fully naked, in front of a woman I'd only just met. Don't ask me why, but it felt strangely liberating, and, even more strangely, a bit exciting. There was something about Sunita's gaze. She had a playful twinkle in her eye that was so sexy and engaging. I'd been with a woman before and there was definitely some sexual energy in that change room that day. I had to admit - for the first time in my life, I found myself sexually aroused in the presence of a woman. I found her very attractive.
‘My store was definitely made for your body,’ said Sunita. ‘ It is so nice to see the cute shape that you have given your pussy. Lovely! Your husband must be one lucky guy! You have such lovely breasts, well knit nipples- and such a nice chocolatish areola not to mention the lovely ass. I know it is embarrassing for you but you are prettier sans clothes than with them.’
I was blushing as I stepped into the thong before trying on the bra. It felt very comfortable, and looked incredibly sexy. Sunita again stepped behind me and adjusted the fit. This time, however, she gently cupped my full bosom in her small hands.
‘You see,’ she said, her penetrating eyes looking directly into mine through the mirror's reflection. ‘Size 34 underneath and 36 inches across the bust: you're a 34 C, my dear.’
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