While getting our steps in at the mall, I noticed that my husband was intently checking out the displays at Victoria's Secret every time we passed by the store. He seemed to be most interested in a blue lace bra, cheeky-panty, thigh-high hose, and garter belt set. I knew exactly why he liked it; the lace would be completely transparent, and the set includes all of his favorites.

A plan began to form in my mind with each passing of the display. I was going to make an excuse to go shopping with a friend, and come back to get the set as a surprise for his viewing pleasure.

That afternoon, I returned to the store, moved deliberately to the display for closer inspection. I instantly knew he would love it. The sheer lace would definitely not hide my nipples when they’re swollen and aroused, nor would the lace have any chance at concealing the aroused, swollen lips of my pussy.

I wasn’t there very long before the pretty blonde, twenty-something associate asked me if I needed any help. Her name tag said “Amber.” I smiled back at her and started to tell her that “I was fine and didn’t need any help.”

Then I noticed how pretty she was; about two inches shorter than I am, petite frame, hour-glass figure with perfectly proportionate breasts to her height and weight. She was Stunning. I was shocked when I realized that I was feeling attracted to her.

I changed my mind and stammered out a feeble “Yes, Amber, I do need some help, I am not sure what size I would need?”

She put a hand on my hip to turn me around in a slow circle while looking at my body. I knew she was simply trying to estimate my size. But the gentle touch of her hand, and her eyes scanning me from head to toe, began to stir something deep within my core, the unmistakable, reawakened sexual attraction to other women.

My skin started to warm as I turned for her, and by the time she completed her inspection, my face was flushed a visible pink. She smiled when she noticed and asked, “Would you mind if we went to the dressing room and took a few measurements?” I simply replied with a nod and a smile, almost too quickly.

As Amber led the way to the dressing room, I couldn’t help myself from noticing how good she looked in the black slacks. Not too tight, but tight enough to display her charms for interested customers. It occurred to me at the time that she dressed deliberately with the intent of attracting husbands and boyfriends who are uncomfortable with shopping for lingerie. I wondered if she realized that it was working on me, too?

She led me past a couple of open and available rooms to the room at the back of the hallway. She stepped to the side of the doorway and motioned for me to go in with an outstretched hand. As I passed by, the hand lowered and brushed against my arm and waist, it felt exhilarating!

The room was the typical mirror-lined semi-small space and well-lit. It had a small black velvet bench on one side with a little shelf underneath for your shoes. Amber closed the door and began to explain what she needed me to do, “If you feel comfortable enough, please take off your blouse, bra, and pants so I can get accurate measurements. There is a place for your shoes under the bench, and hooks on the door for your clothes.”

When she said, “Please take off your blouse, bra, and pants.” My heart skipped a beat! Almost too quickly, I said, “Sure, I would like that.” I felt instant regret for what that implied. Her soft smile pushed out the regret I was experiencing, replacing it with excited anticipation of what was about to happen.

She excused herself to give me some time to undress. As she turned to close the door behind her, I caught a glimpse of her swollen nipples straining against the form-fitting white blouse she was wearing. I started taking off my blouse before the door latched. I was eager to follow her instructions as fast as possible and was emboldened by her aroused state and very aware of my own arousal.

While lifting the blouse over my head, I kicked a shoe off while leaning closer to the door to hang the blouse on a hook. I caught my reflection in the opposite mirror. noticing that my padded bra was struggling to contain my hard nipples. I knew I would not be able to hide my body's response to the situation I had found myself in, and I didn’t care. Kicking off the other shoe while unhooking the bra to let the “Girls” free, I peeled the garment off in one fluid motion.

My breasts aren’t large. They appeared even smaller with how engorged and swollen my deep-red nipples were. They were jiggling and swaying with my exaggerated movements to undress, for her. I was mildly disappointed that she was not in the room to watch me strip.

I watched my reflection as I opened my jeans and aggressively peeled them off. I had worn an old pair of white cotton panties, and the thin material was not concealing my wetness. The material was already transparent, the silhouette of my puffy-swollen outer lips was clearly defined, outlining and framing the dark-pink protruding clitoris. I could even smell my musky scent. I knew I had no chance of hiding my attraction to her, and WANTED her to see how aroused I was.

There was a quiet rap on the door, and I held my breath as it opened. I was worried that she would be offended by my body's reaction to her taking my measurements. As her eyes took in my mostly nude display, her eyes became fixated on the front of my panties; her smile was broken by the tip of her tongue tracing her upper lip, and her unhidden nod of approval.  

I realized at that moment exactly where this day was going; I slowly exhaled my breath to concentrate on keeping my legs from buckling under the weight of my excitement to experience a fantasy come true.

She placed a warm hand on my lower back and nudged me closer to the opposite mirror and knelt on one knee behind me. Her warm hand applied a little pressure on the inner calf of my right leg to separate my feet wider apart. She moved her hand to the outside of the leg and upward at an agonizingly slow pace. The left hand matched the pace on my left leg. I lost track of time, having no idea how long the migration to my hips took. My only focus was the exquisite-silky feel of her fingertips on my skin.

A moan escaped my chest when she slid the top hem of my panties down off my hip, much further than would be necessary for the measurement. I could feel her hot breath exhaling on my inner thighs. I inhaled the scent of my desire deeply, which was thick in the air, knowing she couldn’t avoid inhaling my scent too. A louder moan escaped my lips.

Reaching around my hip with one hand to wrap the plastic tape measure, her fingers traced a line through the little tuft of pubic hair, landing strip that my husband loves to play with. It felt similar, softer, and with fewer calluses. I loved his explorations of my body, but this sensation was new, and much more erotic because it was my first contact with another woman that wasn’t clinical. This felt sensual, sexual, even if not intentional.  

Amber let her fingertips from both hands trace a line from front to back, reconnecting at my spine. This gave me chills even though the room temperature was perfectly comfortable. She repositioned the tape higher and repeated the same, slow and deliberate measurement for my waist, and again, gave me the same chills.

I felt her start to move off the kneeling position. I knew exactly what that meant. She was moving the tape higher to get the bra measurement. I responded with another moan from deep in my chest. As she stood up, her upper body closed in on my hyper-sensitive bare back. I could feel her extended nipples through the silk material of her blouse, tracing a line up my back, and I could feel my desire descending into the inner folds of my overheated pussy.

I opened my eyes to look at my reflection in the mirror. The front of my cotton panties was completely transparent now, leaving nothing for Amber's imagination. The contours of the swollen outer lips, with their light brown color, were defined in high definition with a hint of the wet, pink inner folds. My clitoris was at full extension, dark pink, begging for attention.

Once she was standing completely, she didn’t pull away; she pressed in tighter as she moved the tape under my mostly firm B cups. Seeing our reflection was the most beautiful vision I have seen in a long time. Her hands were cupping the underside of each breast while we had a long moment of eye contact in the mirror. She was asking an unspoken question. “Do you want me to take this any further?” I nodded my approval with a low moan as I closed my eyes.

I felt the tape drop to the floor as the fingers slid towards my hard nipples. I shuddered when her thumbs and forefingers began to roll the sensitive nubs. I felt the need to watch this fantasy that has only been in my mind play out live in this hot, little room.

Her breath was hot and moist on my shoulder, her eyes sparkled as she leaned into nibble the back of my neck. Her right hand abandoned the nipple and slid lower; I almost had an orgasm when I realized where she was going. Down across my ribs, across my navel, before she forced her fingers into the front of my saturated panties. My throbbing clit sliding between two fingers as they drove to my wet hole, both slipping in without resistance. Her thumb pressed my clit towards the fingers buried in my cunt.

I couldn't control the sounds coming from my throat as she brought me to the edge of an intense orgasm. My hips started to hump her fingers, my inner folds gripped and grasped them just like when my husband’s cock hit the right spot. I wanted to close my eyes to imagine he was fucking me, but I couldn't take my eyes off the show that was unfolding in the mirror. I had the momentary thought of wishing he were here, but it disappeared as she drove the fingers into my G-spot.

My knees were close to collapsing beneath me, but Amber was supporting me with her breasts pressed into my back. I moved my hands around my back to touch her for the first time. My left hand slid up her thigh to squeeze that tight ass, while I forced my right hand between us and her inner thighs. Her pussy was on fire! The heat and wetness were like nothing I had ever experienced with a man. She started to hump my hand in time with her fingers fucking my hot cunt.

She bit into my shoulder to muffle her loud moaning. Both of us were getting very vocal, risking getting overheard, but I didn’t care. I wanted to give my new lover as much pleasure as I could. I desperately wanted to give an orgasm to another woman for the first time in my life while I was having my first orgasm from a woman.

Suddenly, we both hit our goal and cried out as if no one could hear. As our breathing slowly became normal, she slid her hand out of my panties and lifted them to her lips to clean my cream off her fingers. I rotated my head around to kiss her, and tasting my desire from a beautiful woman was an intoxicating flavor that I hoped to repeat soon.

I realized at that moment that I would not be able to resist my hidden desire to taste another woman any longer.