Once upon a time in the west

It was 4.20 and the store was all but empty. Monday evenings were quiet at this time of year. Summer hadn't really arrived and late fall was hardly the time to splash out on new lingerie. Well not in this isolated section of the mid-west. I sat swiveling on the high chair behind the counter. My black shoes were somewhat scuffed. I'd need to clean them before tomorrow?s shift. My brown work skirt was riding up my legs, just briefly exposing the white panties I had worn for two days straight. Pretty rank really. My phone buzzed again. James wanted Pizza tonight, not sushi. ?By the way,*Mom's at Jane's tonight we can watch Twilight,? he said. ?Cool,? I replied, as a tall blonde lady in a black and white dress smiled and found her way to my department racks. I had only been in lingerie for three weeks, though having spent six months in sports and swimwear I was enjoying it. There was much more range in intimates, and at least women (or men for that matter) became excited when shopping for their favorite underwear. At*sixteen, bahçesehir escort being my first year out of school, I was luckier than most James' Mom had reminded me.*?I was lucky to have a job,? she had said. The bell rang and I met the tall blond lady in between the change room and our overseas collection. She was trawling through the Italian ?La Perla? range, where the darker colors she said weren?t as suited to her color. "I'm more of a pink and red girl," she laughed, as the UK 'Gossard' range of intimates met her fingertips. ?Have you ever heard of the Triumph range?? I suggested. ?They have a new 'Amourette Collection' that has some pretty pink and red pieces,? I said. ?Let?s have a look,? she replied, smiling as we made our way toward the far right hand corner of the store. Her eyes lit up. ?Stunning,? she said, she quickly pulling two bras, both pink and red from the rack. ?I'm hopeless. I'm all out of whack. Up top I'm a 34C and downstairs I'm practically a small to medium,? beylikdüzü bayan escort she added, confused as to where she could find the right sized panties. ?If you take the bras into the change room I shall find the matching panties and bring them over to you, if that?s okay,? I suggested, keen to make a sale. Then as I spoke she quickly grabbed a third bra, more of a crimson color from the clothes hanger, and clutching onto the three bras proceeded toward the change room. ?I like to mix and match,? she said, arching her long neck back in my direction as I turned, catching a glimpse of her taut ankles, white sandals and pink toenail polish, as she disappeared around the end of aisle seven. Within two minutes I had located the matching Triumph panties. Well the matching colors as it were. The panties the lady had requested were at least two sizes smaller than the bra size she had collected from my racks. Taking time to gently draw back the change room curtain, I slid the panties escort beylikdüzü onto the change room lounge seat. I could see her turning toward me. As she strapped the pink bra up from bend her back, then began pulling it up higher above her breasts, her head lowered to perfect bra placement. Her breasts were large, though firm and her nipples a beautiful rich dark pink, pointing in large circles toward my clumsy stance. ?There just on the couch seat,? I said, in a shy voice, as I drew the curtain to the change room closed, before sitting behind the change room counter. Within seconds she appeared. She was wearing a pink multistrand necklace and matching wristlet. A Boho Chic look that I hadn?t noticed before. 'Kind of cool,' I thought, for a middle aged Mom. 'That is if she was a Mom,' I mused. Walking slowly toward me, with her white sandals still on, I noticed she had chosen the pink bra and the red panties. 'They look gorgeous on her,' I thought to myself. Simply stunning. The panties I had chosen were perfect. They clung to her thighs, though not tightly enough to place pressure upon her crotch, whilst her bum cheeks were covered, and in no way protruding from the pretty red briefs. She threw her head forward, as her long blond hair whisked its way down over her taut torso toward the beautiful red briefs.