Sean sat on a bench in the mall, mid afternoon on a lazy Tuesday in Cardiff, in June, and idled the time away watching the young clerk in Les Bon Temps, a lingerie store embodying something of both Palmers and Victoria's Secret. The woman, early to mid twenties perhaps and a little mousy with her clunky glasses, didn't appear to be a good choice for her role as clerk in a mall lingerie store. She had gorgeous deep auburn hair and moved with a quiet grace, but she didn't exude the kind of appeal that would bring in men or make women want to emulate her. So, a curiosity. And Sean is all about curiosity.
In an almost unconscious effort to satisfy that curiosity, Sean stood up and entered Les Bon Temps. He wandered among the stands of bras and panties, the racks of camisoles and slips, and the mannequins displaying the more... exotic offerings. The mannequins (shouldn't these be girlequins?) were not visible from outside the store. Mall sensitivities, probably. He had nearly given up on the clerk approaching him and had just decided to go find her when she spoke from just behind him.
"May I help you sir?"
She had a lovely voice, soft and low with just a hint of shyness, even naiveté. It caught Sean completely by surprise. He turned and smiled at her, smiled larger and longer than absolutely necessary, before he spoke.
"Why, yes, you can. I am looking for something sexy for my girlfriend, maybe a bra and panty set, but I don't seem to be able to settle on anything, not least because I am not sure of what size she wears." And then, as happens all too often, his mind began to wander down familiar pathways and the beginnings of a scheme started to form.
"What size do you guess she might be, Sir?"
Oh, that Sir in her voice! Things down low started to tighten, and the predator in Sean started to hunt in earnest.
"Well, I don't have any numbers, just impressions. Tactile impressions, mostly."
She blushed and turned her face away from him, lowering her blue-gray eyes at the same time. Sean took the opportunity to read her store name tag.
"Monica," he said, "that's your name right?"
She looked back up at him. "Yes, Sir, that's me," and she smiled a crooked smile. And that Sir again!
"Monica, I am sorry if I embarrassed you... I just don't have a lot of experience at this sort of thing. I am sure you have dealt with other less-than-observant men, can you help me make a good guess?"
Monica stood up straight and looked him in the eye , "I am sure I can, Sir. Now, let me ask you a few questions and we'll get this figured out. First, how tall is your girl friend?"
"About two inches shorter than me, I think, and I'm six foot."
"That would make her about five ten. Tall for a girl. I'm five seven myself, but that's close enough."
"Close enough for what?"
"Close enough to use me as a model. Now is she heavier or lighter than me?"
"About the same, I think. It's hard to tell because of the sweater."
"I wear it all the time," she said as she removed the sweater and placed it on a nearby rack. "The store is always cold!" She stood straight, wearing a light, knit, sleeveless top and a grey mid-length skirt, giving Sean a good look at her figure. Which look he took full advantage of. And Monica blushed. Again...
"I think she's about the same as you, maybe a little more in the hips. She's not quite so young as you appear to be!"
Monica's blushes were running together. That happens a lot around Sean.
"I am twenty four, Sir. Going on forty, I think," and she gave Sean one of those self-deprecating half smiles that seems to apologize for not being all that and a bag of chips.
"Now, now, don't go bashing yourself, Monica. There will always be somebody to do that for you. Not me, however, not by any stretch of the imagination!" Sean laughed heartily as his own words. "Okay, back to business. You are a good model for her, or her for you, at least for... for lingerie." He smiled a secret little smile that Monica didn't miss, even she didn't know how to interpret it. "Since it is a bra and a panty I am after, how do we figure her size?"
"Well, Sir," Monica blushed again, her eyes lowered so she appeared to be inspecting his shoes, "you examine my... my breasts and hips and see if they are approximately the same as your girlfriend, or more or less."
A beatific smile broke out on his face, "You mean I should feel how big your breasts are? And how big your..."
Her eyes snapped to his face and her blush deepened, "No, no! I mean you should look closely." Her hands were at her side but curled so tight her nails dug into her palms, but that wasn't her main problem. As she turned her gaze back to Sean's shoes, a look of horror crossed her face. Her nipples stood out through the bra and sweater as if they were little bullets waiting to be fired.
Sean, never one to be troubled by a woman's embarrassment, with mischief in his eyes and voice, said "Don't worry, hon, I was just having you on. Though I have to say, you look most lovely at the moment."
If Monica could have pulled a disappearing act right then, she would have, but no such deus ex machina whisked her away. "I think her breasts look much like yours. Especially right now. And her hips are maybe a tiny bit wider, though not much." Sean did have a cruel streak in him, no doubt about it.
"Please, Sir, are her... are her breasts bigger or smaller than mine?" Monica quivered with the need to run and hide, to end this, this, this... this unbelievably hot whatever it was with this man. She was so turned on that she feared she might be leaking past her panties - and that particular fear had never even occurred to her before that moment.
"Her breasts, too, are slightly bigger I think. Mind you, it's all guess work if I can't use my hands." Sean smiled that slightly cruel, slightly evil, but totally hot smile again. There are times when you can literally see things begin to jell, and things in his mind and events in the world were definitely jelling.
"Please, Sir, how much bigger? My bra is a B cup and a thirty four inch bust and I have a twenty five inch waist and thirty four inch hips." Monica was panting by now, nothing holding her in place except Sean's expectations and her need to comply.