Date: Fri, 25 Jul 2014 09:35:28 -0700
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Shopping for a Bra (lesbia/Adult youth, oral, anal, f/F

Warning:

Adult youth, oral, anal, f/F

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young
girl and older women.  If this type of content offends
you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.

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                Shopping for a Bra
                       By
                      Jan

	My story began in a small community near
Scranton, Pennsylvania.  I was a 17-year-old at the
time, named Anna.  I can describe myself as a five-
foot five, slender girl with a 34-B top.  On that date
I went to a local shopping district to purchase a new
brassiere.

	I went to a small specialty shop on an early
Tuesday morning, because a girlfriend of mine
complained to me that when she went to that store
the woman that waited on her turned out to be the
owner and was feeling her up while she was measuring
her and also measured her with her bra on and then
measured her with her bra off.  The woman told my
girlfriend that if she ever needed anything else to
always come early on any Tuesday morning and she
would give her personal attention.

	As soon as I entered the shop a very impressive
businesslike woman approached me.  She greeted me
with a warm welcome to her shop and enquired how
she could help me today.  I was very impressed with
the way she looked.

	Based on the description of the woman my
girlfriend had given me I was sure the woman was the
owner.  He name tag identified her as Jean Spitzer
and she spoke with either a German or Polish accent.
She looked to be in her mid-fifties, five-feet seven, a
full figured woman, but not what you could call fat.
Her attire was very businesslike, a straight black
tight fitting skirt, white blouse with three-quarter
sleeves, with nude hose and three inch heels.  It
looked like she was wearing a natural fitting bra that
allowed her breasts to appear natural.  She was
obviously wearing a girdle.

	When I informed her that I was looking for a
new bra, she informed me that if I bought two bras
there was a special that entitled me to a pair of new
panties.  Hearing this excited me and I assured her
that I was interested.

	I had deliberately selected a thin summer dress
and my underwear was a size too small white nylon bra
with matching little tight fitting nylon panties that
didn't hide my dark pubic bush and that rode up
between my crack so that it would accent my camel
toe.  I also knew the warm nylon panties would
enhance the aroma of my crotch.

	Jean helped me select several bras and panties
before leading me into a changing booth in the back
of the store, and leaving a younger sales clerk in
charge of the store.

	When we were behind the closed door she
proceeded to measure me very thoroughly.  She used
a tape to measure my ribcage under my breasts, and
then measured my chest including my breasts.  She
even stuffed her hand inside my bra cups to adjust
my tits.  GAWD, it was an amazing turn on for me.

	Jean suggested, "I recommend that you remove
your dress and bra to try on a couple of the bras."

	In the confining space of the changing room I
couldn't help bumping into Jean while removing my
dress and bra.  She smiled sweetly with every touch
of our bodies.  She took every opportunity to feel my
tits as she helped me try on each of the brassieres.
All of her manipulations of my tits had my pussy
virtually dripping wet.

	I selected a couple of the sexiest bras, which
entitled me to a free pair of panties.

	Jean took great pains measuring my hips while
kneeling in front of me, close enough to be able to
smell my crotch.  She even wiped her finger across
my nylon covered vulva.  She smelled her finger, while
smiling up at me.  She insisted that I put on a crotch
shield before trying on some panties.  The crotch
shield looked like a spotty day sanitary napkin.

	She helped me roll down my panties, and helped
me adjust the shield.  She used her finger to stuff
the shield between my labia and tightly against my
asshole, before helping me try on three different
sizes of panties.  She managed to rub her hands all
over my butt and vulva.  I even managed to have an
orgasm from her touch.  I closed my eyes and almost
melted as I moaned through an orgasm.

	When she finished removing the last pair of
panties I stood there facing her with that soaped
panty shield wedged between my pussy lips.  Jean
plucked the shield from between my legs, and
commented, "My you are a sensitive girl!"

	I leaned forward a little, pushing my wet cunt
towards her face.  She placed her hands on the backs
of my thighs and buried her nose in my pussy.  It
looked so erotic to look down at her.  Her nose was
buried in my pussy and my dark pubic hair was
covering her face like she was wearing a hairy mask
like a bank robber.  It was amusing to me and I
almost laughed, until I felt her tongue probing my
cunt.  She did things with her tongue that drove me
crazy.  I had to place my hands on the walls to keep
from falling as I had another orgasm.

	I assumed that she was finished with me and
would allow me to get dressed, but she turned me
around.  I had to place my hands on the wall facing me
as she made me bend forward, causing my butt to
stick out.  She placed her hands on the cheeks of my
ass and spread them apart.  I felt her cold breath on
my asshole.  I couldn't believe it when she licked my
asshole.  She stabbed my asshole with her tongue,
and it was driving me crazy.

	Jean slipped a hand between my legs and played
with my clitoris while continuing to ream my asshole
until I had another orgasm.  I was moaning loud
enough that anyone in the store could hear me.

	When I recovered Jean helped me get dressed.
As soon as I was presentable she led me back to the
checkout counter, and had her clerk box up my
purchases and ring up the price of the two bras.  The
clerk had a sly smile on her face.  I couldn't help
blushing, because she knew what had been going on in
the changing room.

	I had been so distracted after the orgasms
that I had forgotten to put my own nylon panties
back on.  The little ball of nylon was resting on top of
the counter.  I snatched them up and stuffed them
into the plastic bag.

	I had an overpowering desire to pee, so I asked
if there was a bathroom available.  Jean escorted me
to the back of the store and turned on the bathroom
light for me.  She entered the room with me, and
continued talking to me.  I expected her to leave the
room so that I could do my thing, but she continued
to talk to me, until I couldn't wait any longer.  I
flipped up the back of my dress and sat on the toilet.
It was strange to have a strange woman talking to me
while urine was splashing in the toilet water.  I guess
she wanted to watch me pee.  I had my dress up
around my waist, so she could see my naked pussy as
the golden liquid flowed through my dark pubic hair.

	It came as a surprise when she reached
between my legs and stuck her fingers into the flow
of urine.  I watched as the liquid splashed over her
fingers.  When the last drop dropped from my pubic
hair she withdrew her hand, and smelled her fingers.
She used some toilet paper to wipe my pussy dry.

	At least that gave me the opportunity to fish
out my panties and put them back on.  After
straightening out my dress I washed my hands, and
checked out my face in the mirror.  I saw that my
lipstick was all but gone.  I washed my face and
applied some fresh lipstick.

	Jean followed me to the exit and wished me a
pleasant day, and invited me back whenever I needed
anything like panties or girdles.

	I went home and rehashed everything that had
taken place that afternoon.  I was so excited that
during the night I couldn't sleep until I had
masturbated so much that my pussy was sore.

	As soon as I had enough money, I returned to
the store on a Tuesday morning to purchase a girdle
and all-in-one pantyhose.

	This time Jean sucked my pussy and asshole
until I was satisfied.  Then she showed me her pussy.
I ate my first pussy that day.  When she was finished
she exited the changing room.  I was disappointed she
left so quickly.  I was about to put my clothes back on
when the door opened again.

	It was the sales clerk.  She was an attractive
blonde, no more than twenty years old.  Her clear
blue eyes were sparkling as she knelt in front of me
and started eating my pussy.  I sat there on the
bench stroking her hair until I let out a howl.

	She smiled up at me as she rested her hands on
my thighs and stood up.  When she lifted her dress
up I was looking directly at a shaved pussy.  Her
clitoris was sticking out like she had an erection.  I
couldn't resist sucking on her clit until she assured
me that she had cum.

	Those two women had changed my life forever.
I always wear pantyhose and girdles now, and I can
smell a wet pussy within five feet of a horny girl or
woman.



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