- - ALINA - -
It was a normal day at work and Alina had been bored since she’d opened the store. The few customers she’d assisted had been demanding, even rude, but it didn’t offend her the way it used to do – she was used to retail by now. At least this boutique held some occasional interests, even distractions.
‘Lacey Set’ was a small boutique which specialized in lingerie, displaying and selling outfits from local designers in addition to larger brands. It was owned by a kind woman, Mary-Anne but she had recently taken ill and her son, who considered four-hour naps part of his managerial duties, had taken over. In truth, Alina was holding the store together while Mary-Anne recovered.
Alina was admiring a red bralette and matching panties when she heard the door chime. “Welcome to Lacey Set, let me know if I can help you,” she said from a rack near the door and smiled at the customers. The man and woman were gorgeous. They strode in, holding hands, and the woman immediately dove into the racks, excitedly examining pieces, her soft-looking blonde hair flowing perfectly with her graceful movements. Alina watched as the blonde held a green and black striped bra against her white button-up blouse which she'd tucked into a swishing red miniskirt. Her blue eyes and raised eyebrows questioned her man.
He was quite a bit taller – Alina assessed him at six feet — with shoulders that were broad and strong but not dramatic. His muscles were reasonably defined in a grey t-shirt as he leaned on one of the racks. He slid a hand into the pocket of his khaki shorts while watching her shop. His deep brown eyes reflected amusement at her choice.
Alina’s desire stirred, but she locked it down. She was professional. And, anyway, after work she had all night to fantasize.
- - MICHAEL - -
Michael had been to three clothing shops with his wife that day. He’d watched her hunt and try on heels, dresses, and now lingerie. A few salesmen had met his eyes – initially with desire and jealousy over his wife, then with pity about having to endure shopping with her.
In truth, Michael enjoyed shopping with Celeste. She was always on the hunt during their excursions — not for bargains, like he assumed most women were, but for people. It had been Celeste’s idea to add another female to their bed on a routine basis. Michael had been satisfied by his wife — but he recognized she had an almost insatiable sex drive, and he loved the idea of indulging her curiosity (now full-on desire and lust) for women.
She let out a squeak and held up her selection – a lace bra designed to tie in front rather than fasten at the back. He chuckled and nodded. “Stunning, definitely you. See anything else you want?” He kept his voice low and conversational, trying to subdue the rising anticipation.
Her smile widened, and she tilted her head toward the saleswoman – a tall redhead with breasts that looked perfectly shaped within her uniform. Michael admired the softness of her facial features – she almost looked too innocent to be working in a lingerie shop. Reading an invoice, she pursed her lips and her heart-shaped mouth in a near-pout made his cock twitch.
Michael turned to Celeste: her smile was even more minx-like and he leaned in to kiss her, resting a hand on her hip. “Go ahead, go find out how she tastes.”
The groan that escaped her lips was soft, and it pleased him. Lacing her fingers with his, she led him between the racks, grabbing more pieces to try on.
“Excuse me,” Celeste addressed the auburn-haired assistant, “I was wondering if you have fitting rooms.”
The saleswoman smiled. “Sure we do,” she said, her voice like honey. “Follow me.”
Michael and Celeste shared a quick glance, both noticing how the fabric of her pants hugged the curve of her ass. Celeste asked the woman’s name, a friendly grin suggesting more than just polite curiosity, as Alina unlocked the door. Celeste swept inside, making a comment about loving full-sized mirrors, and Michael sat on a folding chair in the hallway near the door and listened.
“Your… err, boyfriend, doesn’t he want to join you?”
Celeste laughed. “He does! Probably too much, you know husbands.”
Michael chuckled; it was true. He imagined his wife’s new friend blushing.
“Oh,” Celeste gasped, “before you go, it’s been ages since I bought anything like this... could you measure me?”
Minx, Michael thought, not for the first and unlikely to be the last time. Devious little minx.
- - ALINA - -
Alina grinned as she slipped the measuring tape from around her neck. “Of course I can,” she said, stepping closer and taking care not to be obvious in her inhaling of the woman’s perfume. It was sweet and feminine, not at all surprising.
“Should I take off my blouse,” Celeste breathed, “so you can get a better measurement?”
Alina realized that she was close enough to feel Celeste’s body heat. She cleared her throat and stepped back, trying to remain professional. “If you like. But don’t feel obligated.”
Celeste was unbuttoning her blouse before Alina finished her sentence. Time seemed to slow as Celeste exposed a glimpse of cleavage. Alina held her breath when the blouse fell to the floor, revealing a plunging purple lace bra. She imagined how Celeste’s breasts – a size D cup? – would feel in her hands. What color were her nipples? Did they like gentle treatment? Or could they handle it rough?
“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you,” Alina said sheepishly, suddenly realizing that Celeste had spoken during her fantasy moment.
“I asked if this was better. Or if you wanted me to take off my bra.” Celeste’s seductive smile was all-knowing.
“Only if you feel comfortable.” Alina’s voice trembled with anticipation. Was she dreaming? God, this woman was gorgeous.
Celeste’s bra joined her white blouse on the floor. Alina bit her lip when Celeste ran her well-manicured fingers over her released breasts. Alina was right about the size — the most perfect D cup breasts were topped with perky pink nipples. It was all Alina could do not to groan.
She leaned forward and wrapped the tape around Celeste’s naked torso, fingertips brushing over her breasts. She tried to do the math quickly, knowing her customer was waiting for a number, but she couldn’t think. She felt her face flushing, a color to match the red set hanging on the door next to her.
“Do you like them, Alina?” Celeste asked quietly, trailing fingertips across Alina’s wrist as she still held the tape.
Alina’s mouth dried as maintaining professionalism became more and more difficult. “Yes,” she croaked.
“They’re real. You would probably get a better idea if you held them.” Celeste cocked her head to one side. “If you’d like, that is. I don’t mind.”
Alina’s hands shook when she raised them to fondle Celeste’s breasts and she bit her lip when Celeste moaned softly. Emboldened, she squeezed the soft flesh and licked one hard nipple. Satisfaction rippled through her as Celeste sighed in pleasure.
