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The Bra Fitting

“Excuse me,” Imogen snapped out of her fantasy just as she was about to slide a hand under her skirt. The woman at the counter was pretty and petite, “I was wondering if you could help me with a bra,”

“Of course,” Imogen said brightly, “do you know what you’re looking for?”

“Well,” she seemed a little embarrassed as she cupped her breasts, “I’d like to make a bit more of them,”

“Of course madam,” Imogen came from behind the desk, “we have some excellent wonderbras and balcons or shapewear and even padded bras,” she faced the woman, who looked pleased to have found someone helpful, and made no attempt to disguise inspection of her bosom. Imogen reached out two slender hands and with her fingertips she gently lifted the breasts, a tiny sound escaped the woman and their eyes met, “have you ever been properly measured?”

Imogen led the woman to the fitting rooms and chose one of the smaller spaces, as Imogen pulled the heavy velvet curtain the woman turned her back to her,
“Could you unzip me?” Imogen pulled the top of the dress gently up as she slowly drew the zip down revealing the woman’s pale skin, her pink bra, the waistband of her matching knickers. The woman crossed her arms over her breasts to push the straps of the dress onto her arms and let it fall forward then she stepped daintily out of it hung it over the back of a chair and faced Imogen,
“If you’d like to remove your bra please madam,” the petite woman made a tiny laugh and hugged herself with folded arms,
“I’m a bit shy, they’re not much to look at,” Imogen found the gesture endearing and the woman attractive. She was pretty and slim, with her hair cut short and her small breasts she was androgynous but the curve of her belly left her feminine, Imogen wanted her nipples,

“Well, we’re here to measure you, not the bra you wearing,”

“Of course,” the woman said, “yes, OK,” she reached back and a moment later she was naked but for her knickers and heels. Imogen went through her routine drawing the tape around the woman’s rib cage, when her hands met at the back she was close enough to lick a nipple and she tingled, she noted the measurement,

“Arms up again,” she drew the tape around the woman’s body again, this time exactly at the height of her nipples,

“And down,” she pulled the tape and brushed the back of her fingers against the woman’s left nipple, the same trick with the right,

“OK,” she let go one end of the tape and as the woman slightly lifted her arms she brushed her right hand again,

“Oh,” the woman said and Imogen panicked that she’d been caught, there was a pause then the woman spoke, “you touched me,” she sounded more surprised than cross,

“I’m sorry madam,” Imogen said as she noted the numbers, “occupational hazard,” she glanced up at the woman, her mouth was open, her eyes were wide and her nipples were like bullets. Their eyes met and something unspoken passed between them. Time stood still and they simply stood, close together, their eyes locked. Eventually the woman whispered,

“I liked it,” Imogen’s eyes widened and she couldn’t form words,

“I…, erm,” she looked down at the woman’s breasts, she was breathing deeply, her breasts rising and falling, her nipples engorged and erect, the woman whispered,

“Touch me again,” Imogen felt a cyclone of excitement sweep through her. Vicky had been forward, bold, demanding, this woman was shy and demure but she too was playing into her fantasy of girl sex in the fitting room.

Never leaving the woman’s eyes Imogen tentatively reached for the woman’s left breast with her right hand and made scissors of her first two fingers. She gently clamped onto, then rolled the nipple, the woman closed her eyes,

“Oh yes,” she whispered and Imogen was suddenly very warm between her legs. When she’d brushed women before their nipples had hardened but none had said anything and Imogen was too nervous to go further, this was very different.

“Oh yes,” came again and emboldened, Imogen leaned and brought her mouth to the woman’s right breast. As her tongue made contact she felt the woman quiver but she stayed standing upright like a guardsman. Imogen took the nipple and the whole areola under her lips and when she flicked her tongue over the nipple, the woman quivered again. Imogen’s right hand released the nipple and smoothed onto the woman’s belly, sucking the right nipple now her hand stroked over the woman’s abdomen at the waistband of her lacy underwear. The woman was breathing hard as Imogen released the nipple and brought thier faces together,

“What’s your name?” She whispered but the woman said nothing, Imogen placed a soft kiss on the woman’s lips and repeated, “what’s your name?” And again she said nothing. Imogen slipped her hand into the woman’s knickers, no sound, no movement from the woman, she kissed her more firmly and the woman hummed a reluctant pleasure sound, half yielding, half frightened. Imogen placed her left hand on the woman’s waist then around onto her buttock, still the woman didn’t move an inch. Imogen opened her mouth and licked a soft slow tongue across the woman’s mouth and brought her hand to the woman’s left breast, she gently pinched the nipple trying to elicit a response but the woman stood silent and statuesque. Then Imogen realised, the woman wanted this but didn’t dare, she was willing but wouldn’t take part, she would allow sex to be done to her but wouldn’t join in, now it was thrilling.

Imogen’s hand slipped fully into the statue’s knickers and found a trimmed bush, hidden in the forest was her slit which was already wet. She stroked a finger along it perfectly mirroring her tongue across the woman’s mouth, again and then again and then she entered. The inner labia were soft and yielding, she stroked moisture to the woman’s clit and whispered to her,

“I’m going to make you cum,” as she gently squeezed and pulled at the clit the woman quivered again, she made an urgent, pleading sound but she remained motionless. Imogen took the woman’s hand and guided it into her knickers, into her cunt and to her entrance. She placed her first two fingers over the woman’s first two fingers and together, they penetrated,

“Oh good God,” the woman said and her shoulders dropped, her palace was hot and wet and welcoming, the vaginal canal pulsed and squeezed on the double hand and Imogen’s insistent tongue was finally accepted, now she was inside her twice. Together they fingered and explored the palace, digits twisting over each other, massaging the G-spot, finding the pleasure centre and when the woman withdrew her hand Imogen brought it to her mouth to taste her. Her own hand went to the clitoris and she pushed two stiff finger down onto it making little circles. Imogen curled her left arm around the woman’s waist pulling her onto her hand and shy woman responded with a gasp,

“Oh God,” Imogen pushed her tongue back into the quivering statue as her whole right hand masturbated the woman’s cunt.

When she climaxed, the woman threw her head back and still standing, she convulsed as if she were having a fit, two hands came to grip her crotch and Imogen took a step back to simply watch in amazement. The woman shook all over and her knees almost gave way then she slowed, occasionally spasming and eventually, she was still. Her chin dropped to her chest and her eyes were closed as she stood panting in the fitting room. After half a minute she stood, raised her head and their eyes met, the woman stared at her. Another agonising fifteen silent seconds passed as a bead of fluid rolled lazily down her inner thigh,

“I’ll leave you to get dressed,” Imogen said and the statue made a near imperceptible nod. Imogen turned and gripped the side of the Velvet curtain

“Jennifer,” Imogen turned to see the woman still with two hands gripping her crotch, one leg turned out from the knee, “my name is Jennnifer,”

Five minutes later Imogen was at her desk as Jennifer breezed past and out of the department without a glance or a word. Imogen loved her job.

I do hope you enjoyed this extract from my forthcoming novel “Other Women Part Three” you can enjoy parts one and two plus all my other titles at:

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