Oh hello, I didn’t see you there. Well, come in. Excuse the untidiness; I’m just sorting my underwear draws out. I have a bit of a problem you see. Hello! I’m over here, stop looking at my underwear and pay attention. I’m trying to tell you about my problem. Okay, let me just sit on my bed and get comfortable, puff these pillows out a bit. That’s better, now, you may as well make yourself comfortable; this isn’t one of my hundred-word stories. I’m not sure where I should start, actually, the beginning may be a good place I suppose.

About a year ago, what am I saying, who am I trying to kid? Okay, exactly one year ago to this very day it all started. How could I forget that day? It all really began because I was getting a bit bored at home all day. I wanted to do something creative and a lady friend told me about a cookery course she had attended at the local college. I love to cook, so enrolled, it was great fun. I learned so much but I also ate a bit more than I should have. Over the three-month course, I managed to put on two pounds.

Having a slim body, two pounds could easily be hidden. Unfortunately, these particular two pounds didn’t want to spread themselves evenly about my person. No, these two pounds decided to attach themselves to my boobs, only my boobs. Yes, an extra pound per boob. You’re doing it again, I’m up here, pay attention or I won’t tell you the rest. Pardon? Yes, there are naughty bits but I need to explain how it got to be naughty in the first place. I’m not just going to say I got my boobies out, the end. Just sit there quietly and stop distracting me or we’ll be here all day.

Now, where was I? Oh yes, my boobs. I am just like a lot of women; I like to wear a well-formed shapely bra. Those extra two pounds meant that my cup runneth over if you know what I mean. Not a good look when you like to wear body-hugging dresses and blouses as I do. I certainly didn’t want to look like a medieval wench or hooker. I like nice clean lines. I was left with no choice but to hammer my husband’s credit card and purchase some new ones. As luck would have it, a new shop had opened in our local town. They also provide a fitting service, so off I went.

My husband hates lady shopping but kindly offered to run me into town. He didn’t mind as the shop I wanted to visit was next door to a pub. Life would be so much easier if all lady shops were located next to or close by a pub. Our men would be taking us shopping every day. If you are ever thinking about opening a pub, get one near the lady shops. The men would be in there for hours, trust me, hours. So off we went.  After finding a parking space, hubby went into the pub while I went to the shop next door. It all started there.

A brief glance at the window display told me I was in the right place. They had bras of every kind, from household names to the more esoteric boutique brands, fabulous. Once inside I was spoilt for choice, they had so many. I could see that it would be me driving home as after I had finished, he would have had more than one pint. But then, everything just faded into the background. One of the salesladies caught my eye. She was gorgeous. I don’t say that lightly, she was just amazing. I have always considered myself a straight woman.

Like most women, I can admire the female form, not in a sexual way you understand. But this lady, oh my, she stirred something in me that I’d never felt before. Every fibre of her body oozed sexuality.

I wanted her to be the one who served me. I tried not to stare; I was looking at a bra and rolling the cup between my finger and thumb to test for softness. It was then I could hear the most beautiful voice, “Can I help you, madam?” I turned, it was her. She was standing right next to me. I felt my heart miss a beat.

“Thank you, I’m looking for some new bras.” Of course I’m looking for some new bras; this is a bloody bra shop. My first words and she probably thinks I’m simple or stupid or something. “I see, Miss, my name is Penelope, perhaps I can assist.” Reprieve, she didn’t walk off. I started to explain about my friend, the cookery course and the two pounds. I felt like a silly little schoolgirl talking to a pop star. “Well, Miss?” I was chatting so much I forgot to mention my name, “It’s Rambles, Verity Rambles.”

“Well, Miss Verity, we have quite an extensive range here, I’m sure we can find something suitable for you. Do you know what size you are?” I explained that the last bra I bought was a 34C but I now felt I may need a D cup. She looked closely at my boobs; I was hoping she didn’t notice my nipples. It wasn’t a cold day so I couldn’t use that old excuse. I was becoming a little too self-conscious and needed to relax. I tried to take my mind off her and concentrate on the bras instead.

“Are you looking for something pretty or perhaps more supportive for sport?” I wanted to say sport, I really did. I needed to clear my mind of anything pretty as it was arousing me too much. But you guessed it, I said pretty. “Okay, Miss Verity, I’ll pick a couple out and we can go and try them on.”  Again, my heart missed a beat. Penelope was going to come into the changing room with me. She would see my naked breasts. I was praying that my nipples would start to behave themselves. I started thinking about housework and by the time we reached the changing room they were indeed behaving, just.

Unlike the changing booths, the fitting room was quite a bit bigger, plenty of room for two people. There was a full-length mirror on one wall and a pink cushioned chair in one corner. Several hangers and hooks adorned the other wall and a shelf upon which I could see several well-used tape measures. As we entered, Penelope slid the locking bolt saying, “There, we don’t want to be disturbed.” I’m a little ashamed to say, but watching Penelope lock the door and saying that we didn’t want to be disturbed quite aroused me.

Penelope carefully placed her recommended bras on the shelf. I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my posture in order to get a better picture of myself, and my nipples. I could hear the faint sound of music coming through the wall. Penelope apologised saying, “I’m sorry about the music. We are next to a public house you see. We have asked them to keep the volume down.”  I assured her that I didn’t mind. With that, she stood behind me. “Here, let me help you.” She said as she reached around and started to unbutton my blouse.

I was already turned on enough. Now I was watching her slender fingers undoing my buttons. As her hands moved down, undoing button by button, her palms brushed over my breasts. All my thoughts of housework were now wasted; my nipples were rock hard again. My heightened state of arousal must have been embarrassingly obvious.

As Penelope undid the last button she carefully pulled my blouse from my skirt, slid it from my arms, and placed it neatly on a hanger. Once again, standing behind me and looking in the mirror. She placed her lovely warm hands on my now bare tummy, just below my bra. Her fingertips were tracing the outline of the underwire. “This bra can’t be very comfortable, Miss Verity,” she said as she pushed a finger under the wire. “It’s pinching way too much.”

I agreed, it was pinching a bit. I would have said anything at this point to try and tame my nipples. Penelope explained that I could still have a bra that looked as good, but would be a better fit. “May I?” she said, as she undid my bra strap. Lifting it from me with total ease and hanging it next to my blouse before cupping my breasts in her hands. As she did she gave them a little lift. “You see, Miss Verity; the red mark outline is not doing you any good.” With that, she started to gently rub the red marks with her fingers.

This was where I let myself down. I let out a few involuntary gasps of pleasure. I honestly never meant to. But there I was, naked from the waist up, having my bare breasts felt by a gorgeous woman. I immediately apologised of course. I explained that it had been a long day. I was perhaps a little tired and over relaxed, and that I wasn’t used to another woman holding my breasts. I had allowed myself to overreact.

In a very calm and relaxed voice, Penelope said, “Please don’t worry, Miss Verity. No need to apologise, it’s perfectly natural to react that way.” I explained that I felt a little embarrassed for reacting so, but once again, Penelope reassured me that everything was fine as she took a bra of her choice from its little box. It was a lovely-looking bra. Black with red ribbon piping around the cups. “Let’s try this one,” she said, as she placed my arms through the loops, carefully fitting it over my breasts before closing the clasp and adjusting the straps.

“There, that’s better; it fits you like a glove. Does it feel comfortable?” It did indeed feel comfortable, lovely, and soft whilst offering the required support. Once again, Penelope placed her hands on my tummy and started to trace out the underwire with her nimble fingers. Explaining that it wouldn’t pinch like my old bra did, she fully cupped my breasts with her hands.    

I didn’t think my nipples could get any harder, but they did. I actually felt a small amount of discomfort as they reached peak hardness. It may sound silly but I was also getting quite wet. The thought, and indeed the feeling of Pens hands caressing my breasts was simply divine. I really couldn’t remember the last time I was so turned on. I was about to let myself down, yet again.

Without thinking, I lifted my hands and placed them over Penelope’s before giving them a little squeeze. In doing so, it obviously caused Penelope’s hands to squeeze my breasts. Realising I had gone too far, I immediately removed them whilst, at the same time, apologising. I was so embarrassed, I just wanted someone to dig a hole and put me in it.

Penelope, on the other hand, didn’t appear in the least way fazed by my outlandish behaviour. Quite the opposite in fact. Ignoring my apology, she took my hands and placed them on my breasts. She was now moving my hands. “See how soft it feels, Miss Verity? You have lovely breasts, and this one suits you so well.”  I didn’t know what I was thinking at that point, my mind was spinning. I knew it was wrong, but at the same time, it felt so right.

She lifted her hands away from mine, moving them to my back, she undid the bra. I wasn’t sure what would happen next. I was still holding the bra against my chest. To my surprise, she slipped her hands under the bra and was now holding my bare breasts. “See Miss Verity, no pinching, a perfect fit.” As she said that, I slowly closed my hands. Her hands were now squeezing my breasts. In a soft voice she said, “Does that feel nice, Miss Verity?”

I was starting to feel a little clumsy at this point. Today was just supposed to be a simple day. Leave hubby in the pub whilst I did a bit of lady shopping. Yet, there I was, shaking and embarrassed beyond belief. I’d allowed myself to get turned on by a lovely lady. I’m sure I could never come back here again. As I was collecting my thoughts Penelope was standing behind me. In the sweetest most gentle voice she said, “Now, let’s just get you sorted first,” and proceeded to place her arms around me once again.

She took my hands away from my breasts. I could feel the little hairs on the back of my neck stand on end as she removed my bra and cupped my breasts in her lovely warm and soft hands. “Please don’t feel embarrassed, Miss Verity. It’s perfectly normal to get a little turned on when another woman touches your breasts.”

She said turned on, she definitely said turned on. She knew I was turned on. What do I say now? I just came out and said it. I was so angry with myself for allowing these feelings to come out. "Yes," I said, "I am turned on. I never meant to be, it’s extremely embarrassing but yes, I’m turned on. I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it." She could see that I was annoyed with myself. I really thought that she was going to ask me to leave, but she didn’t.

Instead, she gave me a little smile, returned her hands to my breasts, and said, “Just relax, Miss Verity, if you are enjoying it, just enjoy it.” I just didn’t know what to say or do at this point. My knickers were soaking wet, her lovely hands were on my breasts. I decided to do nothing, just enjoy it. “You have such a beautiful body, Miss Verity. Have you never had a woman touch you in this way before?” I told her I hadn’t and was a little emotionally confused by the whole situation. “Well,” she said, “how about I just see what I can do for you. Just relax, leave it to me. At any time, just say stop and I will. Would you like me to stop?”

In the most sheepish voice you could imagine, I asked her not to stop. By now it was too late. I was just enjoying the moment. She brought her lovely hands back to my breasts and gave them the most gentle, loving squeeze, it was heaven. She told me what a nice body I had and that I should be very proud of it. Well, I was proud of my body. I’d worked quite hard to keep it so. She then asked me what I was thinking at that exact moment. I told her that as I could hear the music from the pub, I was thinking that my husband was in there, waiting for me, just a few feet away. How very naughty that made me feel. Very naughty indeed.

She smiled as she put one hand on my tummy and began to gently stroke it. All this time I am watching her hands in the mirror. It really is no exaggeration to say that this was the most turned on I’d ever been. I’m sure I was having mini orgasms, one after the other. My first time with a woman and it was so delicious, I just can’t begin to explain how delicious. And then it happened, she moved both hands around and undid my skirt. Feeling it slide down my legs to the floor was the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced.

You’ll probably laugh when I say that as this was my first time with a woman, I didn’t know what I was supposed to do. If it was my husband I would probably be reaching round and masturbating him at this point. Did she want me to touch her? I wouldn’t have minded. Actually, at that point, I was more than a little curious to find out what it would have felt like. In a very clumsy way, I tried to ask. It was obvious she understood me because she said, “All I want you to do, Miss Verity, is relax and enjoy this feeling.”

With that, she was holding my breast with her left hand while her right hand slipped down inside the front of my knickers. As she was gently massaging my neatly manicured mound I could hear the music coming through the wall. I was getting even more turned on by the fact that my husband, Steve, was just a few feet away, enjoying a drink, totally oblivious as to the pleasure his wife was getting. I was having sex with another woman, and loving every minute.

Just the feeling of her soft hand on my mound was making me cum. I was so wet that I could feel the honey trickle down my legs. I really don’t think I have ever been this wet. Then the moment, the moment her beautiful fingers reached the swollen lips of my pussy and over my soaking love button. If it wasn’t for the fact she had her arms around me I would have fallen over. My knees were so weak. I was cuming, an orgasm like never before. It started in my thighs, working up through my pussy and breasts, before finally exploding in my head.

My head was swimming; the aftershocks were pulsating through my whole body. I managed to keep upright but was feeling quite weak as the last of the aftershocks faded. Sensing my near collapse, Penelope guided me to the pink chair. As I sat there I was desperately trying to gather my thoughts. Penelope knelt next to me and gently stroked the side of my face with the back of her hand. I explained that I’d never been with a woman before.

She was so nice about it. I told her it was probably the best orgasm I ever had. That seemed to please her. We agreed we’d say no more about it. Needless to say, I purchased the bra; I’m wearing it now in fact. Feeling it against my skin always reminds me of that day. As for hubby, he had no idea of what I was getting up to next door to his pub. So, let’s just keep this between me and you.

Perhaps you can see my problem now. You remember, the little problem I was telling you about at the start. Bras, I have so many now you see. I kept going back for more.  Anyway, it’s about time you left. That’s the end of my story and I still have to put all this stuff away before she gets here. Oh yes, I later found out she also does house calls. That’s a whole other story though.

I’m sure you don’t want me to bore you with all the naughty details. What do you mean you do? Well, in that case, let me know by leaving a comment below. In the meantime, it’s about time you left. Close the door on your way out please, and come back again sometime.