Her unconventional customer service (FF)

I walk into the lingerie store nervously. It has been a long time since I entered a place like this, but after losing some weight and building my confidence, it’s about time I get myself new underwear. I see the clerk working down the back of the store, and walk up to her.

“Uh…excuse me?” I say quietly to her back. She turns to look at me and I am struck by her beauty. My breath catches in my throat as I take her in, slim but with curves in all the right places, perfect sized breasts, stunning blueeyes and dark hair. Her skin is smooth and looks incredibly soft. ‘Stop checking her out! You don’t even like women, remember?’ I scold myself.

Her face brightens into a beautiful smile that lights up her whole face, and I see her eyes quickly dart up and down my body, a little spark ignighting in them. I ignore the look she is giving me, thinking surely she is just sizing me up as she works in a lingerie store, and knows I don’t look like the other women that come in here.

“How can I help you darl?” She says, her voice friendly.

“I, um, need to get a fitting? I have lost a bit of weight, and I don’t know what bra size to get now…I need underwear too…the works”

“Of course lovely!” She looks at me again, this time more in depth, sizing me up. “I’m just guessing your size for now, and we will grab a couple of pieces to take in with us, then head into the change room for a more, um, in depth fitting.” She pulls me around the store, grabbing a few different bras and underwear sets, then takes me into the change rooms. “Just hang here for a moment, I need to go get my measuring tape. Strip down for me, so we can measure properly.”

She rushes out the change room and I quickly strip down to my underwear, heart pumping wildly. I am nervous and self conscious, I hate doing this stuff. I wait for her to come back, looking at myself in the mirror, my back to the change room door.

She opens the door and steps into the room with me. I watch her reflection in the mirror, her eyes roaming my body, with what looks like appreciation. I get goosebumps under her gaze. Her eyes flick up and catch mine in the mirror, and we both stand still staring for a moment. She eventually breaks the contact, and steps closer to me.

“So, just before we start, I do things a li+le differently here when I measure. I just find it to be a more, uh, accurate way of telling what size you’ll need. I want to make sure you are comfortable and feeling sexy, and the way I run my measurements will hopefully reflect that. I just need you to relax and enjoy.” She says with a big smile, and a glint in her eye that I can’t quite decipher. I just nod in response, standing waiting for her.

She comes up close behind me, I can feel her breath on my bare shoulder and neck. Chills run through my body, and a jolt of heat pulses down in between my legs, surprising me. She reaches around me, placing her measuring tape under my breasts, and measures. She catches my eye in the mirror again before I feel her fingers brush my back, then unclasp my bra. I quickly put my hands up,to catch it falling, keeping myself covered, looking at her quizzically in the mirror.

“Just relax…it’s part of the process. I told you I do things a little differently. I promise it will be worth it. “ She says to me, reassuringly.

I drop my arms, letting my bra fall to the floor, leaving me standing in only my panties. I keep watching her in the mirror, and see her sharp but silent intake of breath when I am exposed to her, her eyes locked on my chest.

She stands close behind me, looking over my shoulder at my reflection in the mirror, she slides her hands under my arms and around, gently cupping my breasts. My nipples harden immediately under her touch, and my face flushes in embarrassment.

“Oh” I gasp softly, as her hands begin to gently move around, touching my breasts all over, getting a feel of their shape, feeling the weight in the palms of her hands. She spreads her fingers then closes them again, gently clasping my nipples in between her fingers. She has done it in a way where it could have easily been an accident. I barely suppress a moan at the sensation, and feel my pussy flood, immediately wet.

She nods, and gives me one more gentle squeeze before removing her hands. I surprise myself by lettig out a little sound of disappointment. She smiles knowingly to herself.

“Okay darl” she says, her voice slightly more husky than before. “I need you to remove your panties now. Our sizes are a little different to standard sizing, so I need to measure there too.”

I blindly follow her instruction, finding myself in a haze of lust, I’ve never felt like this before, not even for my boyfriend. My panties drop to the floor and her hands are immediately on me again. She feels my hips, then moves down and around to my ass, slightly kneading and cupping my cheeks in her soft hands. She then rests one hand back on my hip while the other snakes it’s way around the front of my body, and down between my legs.

I jolt in surprise. “It’s okay. I just need to get a measurement in here. We don’t want your new panties digging in.” she says softly in my ear. Her hand continues to move down until her hand is sitting right over my pussy lips. I am struggling to keep my moan contained, and bite my lip in an effort to keep quiet. As soon as I do I feel her reaction, her hand presses harder against my pussy lips, and my hand reaches out to brace myself against the wall.

“Oh sorry, was that too firm?” I shake my head, not trusting myself to speak. “Okay, I think I have what I need” she says. Her hand starts to slide from between my legs, but as it does, her middle finger slips between my pussy lips, and trails through my wetness as she slowly removes her hand. I am looking at her in the mirror, eyes wide, barely believing what is happening. “I’ll be right back, okay hun? Just wait right here, I am going to get some more stuff for you to try” I nod and watch her leave the change room. Before she is out of my view I watch her lift her middle finger to her nose, breathe in and then lower it, sucking it into her mouth. ‘Did she just…taste me??’

The thought is too much for me, and my hands take over from my brain, one squeezing and pulling at a nipple, while the other dips down in between and starts playing with my clit and fingering my pussy that is suddenly filled with need. I slump back against the wall and slide down so I am sitting on the little bench in the change room, one hand roaming my body while the other works on my clit. I let out a soft moan, then hear a noise outside the door. My eyes fly open and I see her standing there, eyes locked on my hand between my legs.

I clamp my legs closed and cover my breasts. “I’m sorry! Oh god, I’m so embarrassed. I don’t know what came over me. I am not usually…” I am rambling while she walks into the changeroom with me again. My words trail off as she kneels between my legs, placing her hands lightly on my knees.

“Don’t be. This is exactly what I hoped you’d be doing when I came back.” She gently spreads my legs, exposing me to her again. I watch her, eyes wide with surprise. “Let me help”. She slowly slides her hands down the inside of my thighs, giving me every opportunity to stop her. She pauses right has her fingers reach my dripping pussy, and meets me eye, silently giving me an out if I want it. Instead I surprise myself by opening my legs a lite more, and moving my hands away, fully exposing my pussy and baring my breasts for her again.

She wastes no time, her fingers immediately sliding through my slick folds. She immediately slips a finger deep inside me, and her thumbs works my clit. I don’t suppress the moan this time, letting it out as I watch this beautiful woman touching me in my most private of places. She grins and sits up a bit higher so her face is level with my breasts, and captures my nipple in her mouth. My back arches, pressing myself harder into her. I look down at her through hooded eyes.

“Is this your normal way of measuring?” I ask her. She releases my nipple from her mouth and speaks, her breath on my now wet nipple causing it to harden more.

“Not at all, but I saw you and couldn’t help myself, I had to touch you” She grins. I reach down and grab her face, gently pulling her up so she’s level with me. I pause, looking into her eyes. I see the playfulness in her eyes quickly turn to fire, and her lips are on mine. Without hesitation I kiss her back, opening my mouth to her, our tongues dancing together. She slips another finger inside me and I moan into her mouth, hands scrambling to rid her of her shirt. She removes her fingers from my dripping pussy, and I pout a little at the loss.

She grins at me again, before pulling her shirt over her head, and quickly slipping out of her bra. My eyes nearly fall out of my head, her breasts are perfect. I reach out and tenderly touch her, finger tracing over her nipple. My face obviously betrays the sense of wonder I am feeling.

“Your first time with a woman?” I nod in response, not trusting myself to speak. She grabs my hands and places them on her chest. “Get in there girl. You’ve got about a minute before my mouth is drinking in your delicious juices, so make the most of it.”

I caress her breast, marvelling at how soft and supple they feel under my hands. Her nipples are hard, and I gently tug on them both, eliciting the sexiest mews of pleasure from her. I lean forward and capture one in my mouth, my tongue flicking across the hard bud. She moans softly, cradling my head in her hands.

True to her word, a minute later she is pulling my head away from her chest and drops to her knees. She hooks her arms underneath my legs, and pulls me slightly forward on the bench seat. She glances up at me again, then quickly leans forward and runs her flat tongue up the entire length of my pussy.

“Oh God” I cry out, my hips bucking involuntarily. She presses her hands down on my hips, keeping me still, before shoving her face into my pussy, for tongue feeling like it’s everywhere. She alternates from fast to slow, tonguing my hole and flicking my clit. I am moaning loudly, my hands cupping her head, not wanting her tongue to ever leave my pussy.

I feel my orgasm rising quickly, and before I have a chance to acknowledge it, I feel it crashing over me. I cry out in pleasure, my hips bucking against her. She slows her tongue slightly, allowing me to come down a little from my orgasm. I try to pull her up to me but she refuses, shaking her head.

“I’m not done” she says, her voice muffled as she didn’t even lift her face to speak. Her eyes meet mine and I can see nothing but passion radiating from her. She’s enjoying this as much as I am. She holds my gaze as she turns her attention to my sensitive clit, flicking it with her tongue and gently sucking.

“Ohhh fuck your mouth is magic” I moan. She chooses that moment to slide two fingers inside me, now she’s massaging me from the inside while working my clit with her tongue. “Jesus fuck!” I cry out in pleasured surprise. I orgasm a second time, almost as soon as her fingers entered me. This time she doesn’t let up, instead picking up her pace, drawing my orgasm out, causing my entire body to convulse in pleasure. It feels like I’ve had about five orgasms rolled into one, and my body is like jelly.

She slows her pace and eventually stops. I slide off the bench onto the floor beside her. Propped up against the wall I muster everything I have to pull her to me, kissing her with an intensity I’ve never known before. I can taste myself on her mouth and it is devine. My hands roam her body, fondling her beautiful breasts. I reach down and tug at her pants, letting her know what I want.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. Tasting you was enough for me” She says, breaking the kiss. I don’t say a word, instead pushing her down so she is laying on her back, before quickly ridding her of the rest of her clothing. She’s propped herself up on her elbows watching me. Her body is stunning, curves in all the right places. I spread her legs, her bare pussy open wide right there. I can see she is as excited as me, her juices are glistening. “Really, you don’t have to. I know you’re straight” She says. I meet her eyes.

“I really don’t think I am. There is nothing in this world I want more right now than to taste you.” I shove my nerves away, and the last bit of resistance I have to the fact that I’ve been denying my attraction for women to years, lean down and run my tongue across her pussy lips, getting my first taste. It’s like something snaps inside me, and I dive in, eating her witb abandon, like she is the last thing I will ever taste. I hear her crying out and moaning in pleasure, which spurs me on to work harder, my tongue all over her, inside her hole, flicking her clit, everywhere. There is no part of her pussy that my tongue doesn’t explore.

I feel her muscles clench, and I know she is close. I keep up with my movements, and soon feel her hips start to buck and her pussy flood with juice as she orgasms. She moans as she cums, then pulls me up and kisses me deeply.

Our hands never stop exploring each other’s bodies, and soon we both have fingers in each other’s pussy, rubbing and fingering. We manage to work each other up, and we are both moaning into the others mouth. We soon push each other over the edge, cumming together and never breaking our kiss.

The kisses slow down then, and eventually stop. I look around, remembering where we are, laying on the floor of the changing room. I giggle a little. “Well, that’s the best bra fitting I’ve ever had. How did no one walk in?”

“I locked the door while you were stripping” she said with a wink. She saw the look I gave her and laughed. “I was hoping I’d get to play with your tits a little. The rest, well, that was an unexpected bonus”

“For me too. I need more.” I straddle her perfect body and lead down to kiss her again. My mouth makes its way to her breasts, giving them attention I wanted to earlier. They are incredible.

Just then the store phone rings, a mobile that is in her pants. I ignore the sound as she scrambles to get it. She answers the phone while I’m sucking her nipples into my mouth, I can hear she’s struggling to get her words out. I nip gently at her nipple and she falters in her speech. I slide my fingers back into her still wet pussy and start playing with her. She’s really struggling to talk now. I tune into the end of the conversation and hear her telling the person she’s just on a break and the store will be back open in a few minutes.

She hangs up the phone and moans, the orgasm she’d been barely keeping at bay on the phone crashing over her now.

“Fuck, you almost got me in so much trouble, and I fucking loved it. I’m not finished with you, but I need to open back up.” I had withdrawn my fingers while she was talking, and started licking them clean. Her eyes darkened and she pulled me to her, kissing me deeply. “Meet me tonight?”

“Time and place, I’m there” I say without even thinking about it. She grins and quickly gets up and dressed. “Take your time coming out, I’ll see you out there” She winks at me as she heads back out to the front of the store.

I sit back against the wall of the change room running over what had just happened, a huge grin on my face.

This is going to be fun

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