Date: Sat, 22 Jul 2000 13:59:57 GMT
From: Nicole Jamais <nicolecd69@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Lingerie Shop (lesbian, adult-youth)

								05/14/2000

THE LINGERIE SHOP

	It was a cold blustery night. As I walked down the street, the wind seemed
to whip around me and find its way up under my long winter coat. Fashion at
school dictated that I did not wear anything that would be considered even
remotely appropriate for the weather. My school uniform was all I had under
my coat. It consisted of a white cotton blouse and a plaid skirt that I had
managed to shorten to the limits that were set by the school.
I had stayed over at school to finish an assignment that was due the next
day and for some unknown reason I had decided to walk home. I leaned into
the wind and held my collar up around my neck as I crunched down into my
coat. My fingers were beginning to feel numb and I desperately looked for
some shelter. The streets were almost empty and I saw a bus shelter ahead of
me that would at least break the wind. The storefront beside me was lit up
and I saw that the store was open. I changed my direction and went towards
the store. Reaching the doorway I saw the name on the door, "Underthings".
There was also a help wanted sign in the door. Rather than admit that I was
just seeking shelter from the cold I would pretend that I was looking for
job.
The shop was in an older part of town and when I opened and closed the door,
a bell rang to indicate to the clerks someone had entered the store. The
wind and cold seemed to follow me into the store and it took a while before
things settled down and I could look around. Still bundled up, I moved away
from the door. I was very surprised by the decor of the store. It was very
plush and elegant. Very warm and comfortable feeling. There was thick
carpeting under my feet and large arm chairs everywhere. The merchandise was
hung in-groups along the walls and in alcoves, which appeared to be
furniture in themselves. This was obviously an expensive store. I felt a
little out of place.
A pleasant looking woman came from the back of the store and approached me.
With a big smile she welcomed me in from the cold and asked if she could be
of assistance. I told her I wanted to apply for the job opening. A smile
came to her face and she told me I seemed to be a little too young to be
applying for a full time position. I told her I had misunderstood and had
thought that the job was for part time and I turned to leave the store. The
woman called out and said that I did not have to leave right away, I was
more than welcome to warm up before venturing out into the cold again. I was
relieved to hear her say this and I turned back to face her. She motioned to
me to sit in one of the big armchairs near the rear of the store. After I
sat, she asked if I would like a hot cup of coffee to warm me up. How could
I refuse?  I thanked her and said yes. While she was gone I looked around
and noticed just how full the store was with lingerie. It was everywhere.
Mirrors were placed in areas not visible from the front door and the change
areas were spread around the store with curtains hung to be pulled for
privacy. Behind where I was sitting there were two large cubicles with a
table and armchair in each one.
The woman came back carrying a tray with two steaming mugs of coffee with
cream and sugar. She placed the tray on the table before me and sat in the
chair across from me. She told me to help my self to the cream and sugar. I
could feel her eyes on me as I picked up the mug to take a sip. Our eyes met
and there was a moment of silence before she asked my what I was doing out
on a night like this. I told her I had been at school trying to finish an
assignment for the next day. She smiled and said she knew I was too young to
be working full time. She was looking for someone who would be able to work
afternoons and evenings since she was in the shop all day. I commented on
the large inventory of lingerie in the store. It turns out that she designs
and sews all of the garments and makes them to order for customers. She
asked if I sewed and I told her I had made some of my own clothes but I was
not very proficient at it. At times I had wished I did sew because I knew I
would be able to make clothes a lot cheaper than I would be able to buy them
and staying in tune with the fashion trends was expensive.
The woman got up and moved across the room to a display. As she walked away,
I got a good look at her for the first time. She was tall and slim, and
appeared to be in her mid thirties. She was wearing a dark skirt to just
below her knee and heels. She had on a matching jacket over a white
high-necked silk blouse. She removed a garment from the display and returned
with it. Sitting before me she began to explain to me how she made the
garments and the extra care she put into the sewing of the seams and stress
points which added to the strength and quality of the garment.
I was very interested and began to realize the difference between garments
that were mass-produced and those that were custom made. We continued to
talk and she asked if I would like another coffee. I said yes and when she
returned she suggested I take off my coat otherwise I would be too hot. I
agreed since I was already feeling a little warm. Standing up, I removed my
coat and folding it neatly I placed it over the arm of the chair and then
sat back down. As I sunk into the chair I realized my skirt was riding up
high on my thighs but there was nothing I could do about it since it was so
short. If I crossed my legs it went even higher up my legs. So I just sat
with my knees together. Looking up at the woman to continue our conversation
about the garments I was surprised to see her eyes glued to my legs, then
she must have realized she was staring and she raised her eyes to meet mine.
We talked some more about clothes and she was very interesting. During the
conversation she introduced herself as Lana and I told her my name was
Nicole. I noticed how late it was getting and I mentioned that I best be
going. I thanked her for the coffees and her kindness. As I stood up to get
on my coat, She helped me on with it. As we walked to the door she asked if
I would be interested in working for her part time. Although she was looking
for full time help she said that I showed so much interest and nice manners
that she would be willing to hire me part time. I immediately said yes, I
would like to work for her. It was agreed that I would start on Saturday
morning as a sales clerk. She would train me as we went. Lana held out her
hand and I took it in mine for a handshake. Her long slender fingers wrapped
around my hand and her skin felt so soft and warm against mine.
Saturday morning I arrived at the store bright and early, hoping to get an
orientation before the store opened and customers came in. It was all so new
and exciting. This was not your average part time job and I wanted to make
the best of it and I knew how lucky I was to get it. Lana showed me how the
store was divided into the different types of undergarments. She explained
that her business was based on service for the customer and I was to do all
I could to make the customer happy. I had to cater to them, so that they
would not want to go elsewhere. Lana wanted me to help customers and she
would ring in any sales. The best way to learn about the store was by
helping the customer. As women came into the store I let them browse around
and if they looked like they could not find what they were looking for then
I would approach them and ask if I could help. By the way the women were
dressed they appeared to be well off.
One woman entered the store and Lana greeted her warmly and gave her a hug.
She was almost a clone of Lana, tall and slim but older and very regal
appearing. She walked with grace and authority. I stayed away from her
because Lana was helping her.
	At one time there were about five or six women in the store and all were at
different levels of dress. As they wandered about the store picking out
garments to try on some were half dressed and some were almost naked. It was
strange being in a place where no one seemed to try and hide their body. As
I turned to walk away from a customer I noticed the woman that Lana had been
helping was in one of the change-rooms. She had not bothered to close the
curtain and I could see her body, as she stood there totally naked. She was
stepping into a garment, getting ready to pull it up her legs. I could not
help but notice her body; it appeared to be that of a much younger woman
even though I knew she was older. Her legs were long and slender. Her thighs
were firm, as were her small but perky breasts. I could not help but stare
at her. I hoped I looked like that at her age. As she pulled the teddy up to
her slender hips she raised her eyes and looked directly at me. She had
caught me looking at her. A moment later she called for Lana. I watched as
Lana entered the change-room and the two women began talking and Lana looked
at me as she left the change-room and walked towards me. When she reached me
she told me that Ms. York in the change-room required some assistance and
would like me to help her. I went over to the change room and as I entered
the cubicle Ms. York had stepped back into it and smiled as I came towards
her. She was very good looking, her face was also slender and her nose was
long and narrow. For some reason I found it very attractive. She stood
before me almost naked. I was apparently more embarrassed the she was. The
teddy was bunched around her hips and her neatly trimmed pubic area and
breasts were fully exposed, her nipples were sticking out. She did not try
to cover herself. As a matter of fact, it appeared to me that she was
standing there proudly showing her body off to me. It made me very
uncomfortable. I was not used to seeing a naked woman in front of me.
	Unable to look her in the eye, I asked her how I could help her. She
replied that the teddy seemed a little tight and difficult to get on but she
knew it was her size. She wanted it to be a little tight and was hoping I
would be able to help her into it. I said I would try, what did she want me
to do? Ms. York said that if she held the bottom of the teddy I could pull
the top part up her chest and over her breasts. I nodded in acceptance and
moved towards her as she grasped the bottom of the teddy on either side of
her hips. Ms. York was a tall woman and as I stood right in front of her
breasts were at my eye level. All I could see were her nipples sticking out
at me from those perky little breasts. At her urging, I took hold of the top
of the teddy at the sides and pulled it up. As I did so, she told me to be
careful of her nipples and laughed. I pulled the material out to go over her
breasts and as I did so my hands made contact with them. The touch sent a
shiver up my body. I realized I had never touched another woman before and
it was strangely exciting. I slipped the straps over her shoulders and stood
back. She released the bottom of the teddy and the crotch piece of the teddy
hung down, as it had not been clasped yet. Ms York said if she pulled the
teddy down on the sides at her hips, could I connect the crotch pieces
together with the clasps. I began to feel uncomfortable and I was not sure I
should do it. I could not do it standing up so I knelt before her and she
moved her legs a little apart. I took the front piece in one hand and
reached behind her for the back piece. Her skin felt so soft and smooth.
	Here I was on my knees before a woman and at eye level with her womanhood.
I was a little nervous and excited but I thought it would be something I
would have to get used to if I were going to work here. I pulled down on the
front piece and forward and out on the rear piece of the teddy and I was
able to clip the center clasps together. I managed to clip the others and in
doing so I could not help but touch Ms. York. I even think she enjoyed it. I
don't know if it was my imagination or not but I thought I saw and felt her
thrust herself towards my face as I tried to connect the remainder of the
clips. I don't think she did it on purpose but I think it was just a
reaction. I was so close I could smell her fragrance and my hands were a
little wet where they had made contact with her.
	As I stood up, she asked me how the teddy looked on her. It was flesh tone
and transparent. It looked like a second skin and from a distance it would
appear that she was naked. Her breasts and nipples were visible and so was
her pubic hair. At first I thought it was too tight for her but now I
changed my mind. It looked very nice on her lithe body and I told her so.
She smiled and turned so I could get a view of her back and as she turned
back towards me our eyes met. I felt very strange. She smiled. There was an
awkward moment of silence as we stood before each other then Ms. York
thanked me for my help and I took that as a sign of dismissal and I started
to walk out of the change room. I think I had made my first sale.
	The rest of the day went by quickly and I became more confident in
answering peoples questions and giving them my opinion on how something
looked on them. I tried to be honest without being critical which was not
always easy to do. I also found myself looking at the women's bodies and
admiring the ones that I had found to be attractive. I did not know what was
coming over me but I did enjoy looking at them almost a s much as some of
them seemed to enjoy displaying themselves.  By the end of the day I was
exhausted and when Lana closed the store after the final customer left I
could hardly wait to sit down and rest my feet. I could tell by the smile on
her face that it had been a good day. She also complimented me on my
successful first day. She told me I had done an excellent job and she had
had numerous accolades about me from customers I had helped. Even Ms. York,
who could be a difficult customer, had nothing but nice things to say about
me. My head began to swell.  Lana asked if I could be available to work
Wednesday evening this coming week and then we would work out my permanent
hours at that time. She also asked me if I would mind wearing some of the
merchandise when I worked. I had the tall slender body that would show off
her clothes. I did not have to answer her right away but she would
appreciate it if I thought about it and I could answer her on Wednesday when
I returned to work. I could take some of the items home and try them on to
see if I would be comfortable wearing them in the store. Anything I wore I
would be able to keep, but she would select what I was to model. Moving
about the store, she selected a few items and then went behind the counter
to the hosiery area and stuffed some more items into a bag. As I left she
thanked me for my help and handed me the bag to take home. She wanted me to
try the items on at home, and get used to wearing them.
	Once at home, I could hardly wait to see what was in the bag. Rushing up to
my room, I closed my bedroom door and spilled the contents of the bag onto
my bed. I held up a virtually transparent black lace bra and there was
matching thong panties as well. I was curious to find out how these panties
felt on. I had never worn anything like them before. It turned out there
were two complete identical sets, one black and one white. Each set
consisted of a bra, thong panty, garter belt and color matching nylons. I
had only worn panty hose before. I could not believe how excited I was. I
could hardly wait to try them on, but first I wanted to freshen up in the
shower. I stashed the merchandise in a dresser drawer and went to the
shower. When I returned I put on the white bra and thong set. It felt
strange to have the panty material between the cheeks of my butt. I clasped
the garter around my waist and sat on the edge of the bed as I rolled up
each nylon and slipped my foot into it and then pulled it up my legs.
Standing up, I connected the garter straps to the nylon tops. The tug or
pull of the garter on the nylon felt very strange to me. It even felt a
little uncomfortable. I walked around my room and stopped before my dressing
mirror. I looked at myself in the mirror. It was hard to believe that the
reflection in the mirror was I. Suddenly I was grown up. I could see my
extended nipples through the bra and the garter belt and thong panties
accentuated my narrow waist, the flair of my hips and made my legs looked
longer.
	After school on Wednesday, I went right to the shop. There were no
customers in the store and Lana was in the back room making some alterations
on some garments. She smiled at me as I entered the room and I placed the
bag she had given me in the desk. She asked me how my week had gone and how
I was doing at school. Then she broached the subject of me wearing the
clothes and asked if I had the chance to try them on. I told her I had tried
them on as soon as I got home on Saturday. I said that I had found the
garter belt to be a little uncomfortable at first but once I had worn it for
a while I seemed to get used to the tugging feeling. She nodded in agreement
and asked if I had thought about wearing items from the store while at work.
If I came to work early during the week, I would only have to model the
garments in the evening after the dinner hour when the shop got busy. I told
Lana I would give it a try and she told me if I was not comfortable I could
change back into my own clothes. I agreed to that and we went about getting
the store ready and we had a bite to eat.
	Soon it was dark outside and Lana asked if I was ready to get dressed. She
asked me if I had a preference and I said no I didn't, so she chose the
white outfit from the bag that she had sent me home with on Saturday night.
Lana suggested that I freshen up my makeup and asked if she could help me
since she had a particular look in mind for me. As I sat before the mirror
she applied the makeup swiftly. She used subdued colors and it appeared like
I was not wearing any make up at all. She used a curling iron on my hair and
gave it a gentle curl. Then she told me to get into the outfit since the
evening customers would be arriving shortly. Once dressed I stood before the
mirror and I saw the concerned look on her face. I asked what was wrong and
she commented that the shoes I was wearing did not compliment the outfit.
They were my own black patent slip ons with a very low heel. Lana
disappeared and returned with a pair of shoes that she placed on the floor
before me to put on. They were a white pump with about a 4" heel. After I
had slipped them on my feet I looked up and saw the smile on her face. I
looked in the mirror and the shoes did make all the difference to the
outfit. I looked taller and my legs looked longer and shapelier. I could see
my nipples through the sheer material of the bra and my pubic hair through
the sheer material of the thong. Lana could sense my embarrassment and told
me not to worry that I would be so busy answering questions and helping
customers that I would not have time to even think about it and the
customers were more concerned about how they would look that they would not
notice. With a little apprehension, I entered the main shop from the back
room and came face to face with my first customer of the evening.
	I moved about the shop floor helping women and straightening merchandise. I
could feel women looking at me and it gave me a strange sense of excitement.
More than once I would look up and catch them looking at me. The bolder
women would approach me and eye me up and down before asking about the
outfit I had on.  Did we have their size? What other colors did it come in?
Was it comfortable to wear? Some would reach out and touch the material of
the bra, the garter belt or the panty to see it they were soft or stiff. One
time I happened to look up and Ms. York was in the store and I flashed back
to when I helped her with the teddy. I pictured her naked body in my mind. I
only hoped I looked that good when I was her age. Ms. York approached me
with a huge grin on her face as she stared at me. She stopped me in the
middle of the shop floor and told me how wonderful the outfit was on me. At
the same time, she was feeling the material as others had done, only more
slowly and more deliberately. She slid her fingers inside the cup of the bra
on the pretense of feeling the material and how tight it fit to the breast.
As she did so her fingers made contact with my breast and grazed my nipple.
This caused it to extend even more. My stomach rolled at her touch. I had
never been touched by a woman before, then her fingers traveled down to the
thong and pulled the waist band out from my thigh and traced a path along
the leg opening to the vee of my legs at which point she made contact with
my pubic region. My legs almost buckled. I am sure she knew the affect she
was having on me. My head was spinning. I did not know how to react or if I
should even react. I must have closed my eyes because when I opened them Ms.
York was staring at me and laughed as she turned and walked away.
	Shortly afterwards Lana approached me and said that she would like me to
change outfits since it was later in the evening and the mood of the
customers was changing. The curiosity seekers had left the store and more
regular customers were coming in. Lana escorted me to the back room and
suggested I put on the black outfit that I had also taken home with me only
I was to wear the black 4" pumps that were there with the black stay up hose
and no garter belt. I nodded in agreement and hesitated but it did not seem
Lana was going to leave while I undressed so I slowly removed my bra. I
could see her watching me while she prepared the outfit for me. I kicked off
the other pumps and bent over to unhook and remove the white garter belt. My
breasts swayed before me and the air felt cool on my nipples. I could feel
them getting even harder. They were so hard that my breasts had taken on a
cone shape. I ached to touch them and squeeze them but I dared not while
Lana was there. It did not appear as though she was going to leave. I
removed the nylons from my legs and then the thong. I could feel my wetness
on the thong.  Lana reached out to take it from me. I hoped she did not
notice but as I handed it to her she purposely grabbed the crotch of the
garment and smiled as she detected its wetness. I apologized to her and she
just smiled and asked me if I would like to go and freshen up a little
before putting on the other thong. I nodded yes.
	When I returned Lana looked a little flushed and she helped me into the
garments. Lana then said she just wanted to change my makeup to suit the
evening light. She quickly applied it and this time she made it more
dramatic with darker colors and red lipstick. After a touch up with the
curling iron, I was ready to go out to the shop floor again, only this time
I was all in black. As I entered the main store it seemed like everyone was
standing there waiting for me to come out. All eyes were on me and once they
saw me and what I was wearing, they turned away and continued shopping. The
clientele had changed from those earlier in the evening. These customers
were older or maturer and obviously had more money to spend. They were also
more open. They would go to try something on and then come out from the
changeroom half-dressed or totally naked. I even got a glimpse of two women
in a change area and the younger of the two was on her knees before the
other woman helping her to adjust the teddy she was trying on, much the same
way I had helped Ms. York that time. Only this girl seemed to be more
thorough than I was and I even saw her press her face into the womanhood of
the woman before her. I wanted to stay and watch but I did not want to get
caught either so I moved on.  I saw my reflection in one of the mirrors and
only then did I realize how sexy I looked in the outfit. Wearing only a
black lacy bra, black thong panties, black stay up nylons and pumps, I was
almost naked but I hadn't thought about it until I saw my reflection. My
butt was totally naked. At one point I had to pass by a group of customers
and as I walked by I felt a hand squeeze my butt and I enjoyed it. As the
evening went on, I became bolder and I even started to flirt and put on a
show for any customer that I saw watching me. I bent over, I squatted, I
even brushed my breasts or butt against customers as I walked by them. I was
thoroughly enjoying this and the reaction I was getting. I would kneel
before a customer on the pretense of showing them something, just to see
what their reaction to me was, it then occurred to me, I was very horny.
	During the course of the evening I received many compliments on the outfit
I was wearing and on my body. I had always considered my body to be that of
a young girl and had never considered it to be very sexy or attractive but I
guess some people found it very appealing. Before I new it the customers
were gone and it was time to close the store. I locked the door after the
last customer left and walked towards Lana at the counter. She looked up at
me and had a huge smile on her face. She came towards me and gave me a big
hug. After she released me she stepped back and told me what a successful
night it had been. She had received nothing but compliments on the
merchandise and everyone thought it was a great idea to have it modeled by
me. She had even taken tentative bookings for private parties at the store
on the condition that I accept the modeling duties for the party. Without
hesitation I said yes I would as long as my schedule allowed. I even
suggested that Lana join me as a model and she blushed and declined but I
pressed on. I told her that she had a beautiful body and she should not hide
it. Why shouldn't she model her own creations? It is funny but I had seen so
many naked women since I had started working here and I had never seen
Lana's body but I had imagined what it must look like many times. These
thoughts I was having embarrassed me. I would never have thought this way
before I started working at the store.
	Lana followed me to the back room and I got back into my street clothes to
go home. Lana asked me if I would continue to model her creations on the
nights that I worked and I said yes I would. I enjoyed the attention I
received and she nodded and smiled. She told me the first private party had
been booked by Ms. York who had a lot of rich and influential friends and if
we handled this properly, it could be very beneficial for us. The party was
to be on the following Thursday night, after the store closed.  I was
excited already. In my mind I could picture Ms. York's body as she stood
before in the change room. Lana told me that she would pick out the outfits
we were to wear. Did this mean she was going to model? She noticed my
questioning look and nodded yes, I had heard correctly, she was going to
model as well. I could hardly wait for Thursday night.
	Lana closed the store right on time and she had all the outfits ready for
the show. I wanted to know what she had packed, but she told me it was a
surprise. She told me to wear what I had worn in the store tonight and I
could change after I modeled it for a while. I had on a flesh colored teddy
like the one Ms. York had tried on weeks before and high heels. A short time
later, Ms. York arrived and guests started arriving after that. Each one had
been issued a special invitation that they had to show in order to get in.
Lana asked me to go out to the store and wander amongst the guests while she
got ready.
	Ms York approached me and smiled as she stood before me, her eyes traveling
up and down my body. It made my stomach flutter as I remembered the thoughts
I had about her. She took hold of my hand and told me I looked much better
in the teddy than she did. Without hesitation, I told her that I felt it
suited her body much better. She gently squeezed my hand and smiled as she
turned and walked away to greet someone new to the party. I could feel my
excitement building and I could hardly wait for the party to begin. My mind
raced as I thought of all the possibilities the evening could bring. I was
enjoying this immensely and I made my way about the shop looking after the
customers needs.


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