It was time for new bra and panties and a few other things. I’ve been shopping at the same lingerie store for many years. I just loved going there because it reminded me of the foundation departments in department stores of my youth. Wood and glass cases showcasing a wide arrange of girdles and bras. Panties and stockings were in drawers behind the counter. The was no such thing as self service then so a sale clerk would have to find your size in everything you were interested in. That’s what I liked about the shop. It was always pleasant to talk to the sales woman, Lucille, as we went about finding the things I wanted to try on.
She’s a lovely woman with a wealth of experience in helping women to find the foundation wear that would bring out the best in their bodies.
Not all of the lingerie was conceal in drawers. There were several racks that held more modern lingerie. The woman that wears thongs and such would never shop in this store. French cut bikini panties, low rise bikinis, full back bikinis in an array of pastels and pretty floral prints hung on two racks. The rack held pretty sheer nighties mostly in baby soft pastels.
Lucille was just opening a flat pink box to show me a new style of panty she thought I might like when the door opened and we heard the tinkle of the attached bell. He was a handsome young man in his mid thirties. He was nicely dressed in gray slacks and a blue shirt. Lucille and I returned to the panties and he found his way to the rack of pantie and began flipping through the large sizes. Lucille and I looked at each other. She winked and I smiled. She excused her self and stepped from behind the counter and walked over to her customer.
Lucille is one of those curvy women with a shape that fills out a tight fitting dress like it was glued on. She had a full ass and curvy legs that were shaped by the three inch heels she was wearing. I loved watching her walk over to the young man. Lucille and I both knew that he was shopping for himself although he might say otherwise.
“May I be of help to you? We have a lovely selection of panties right now. Is there something special you’re looking for?” Lucille asked him. He looked up at here and I could see that he was embarrassed because his face was bright red. “No thank you, I’m just looking right now”
Lucille didn’t give up “What size panties are you looking for? I would guess that you would probably wear a size 7. Follow me. They are over here.” There was nothing for him to do but to follow her. “Here’s some very pretty pink ones. The nylon is very soft and the legs and waist are trimmed with lace. Do you want to try them on?” He looked at her and he was as red as a beet. All he could do was stammer out a weak “Yes, please”
“Wonderful” Lucille said as she took three more pair off the rack and said as she smiled at him. “You may want to see how you look in these as well. I know I do. The dressing room is this way.” She pulled the curtain back and motioned for him to go in. He sheepishly walked past her and turned around and stood there looking at her as if her was stunned and he probably was. “Let me know when you have them on so we can see if it’s the right size for you” She closed the curtain and walked over to me with a huge wicked smile on her face.
She waited just long enough for him to gets his pants off and pulled the curtain back enough to expose him. “How are you doing?” she asked him as he was just stepping into the panties. He was bright red again and wasn’t sure how to act. He didn’t really know what was happening to him, what she was doing. He continued pulling the panties up his legs and cock and onto his waist. Lucille stood there with arms crossed over her huge breasts waiting. When he was done she told him to turn around which he did obediently. She ran her fingers across his ass and then pulled the panties up a little tighter. “Turn around for me. I want to see how they fit in front and as we both know it’s important that they fit especially well there” He turned slowly and he began to put his hands in front so he could cover him self but Lucille told him that if he hid himself how could she see how they fit. His arms came to his sides and his hardness was clearly visible. His cock was very hard and made a lovely tent in his pink panties.
“Well, Lucille said “We at least know you like them” Don’t be embarrassed. Many men come to me to but there panties and I hope you do too from now on.”