“How may I help you? Are you finding what you need?” Melanie asked the neatly dressed older woman.
“Oh, Hi. Well, I sort of need some things, you know.”
“Yes, I know, you´ve been coming here since I bought the store. Got something in mind?”
The woman looked a little sheepish. “Yes, and I haven´t bought anything here since you opened. But, I really like what you´ve done with the store.” She smiled at Melanie and plunged on. “It´s not that I don´t like what you have, it´s really that I don´t know what @I want.”
“Is it that you´ve always dressed conservatively and now you wonder if there´s some other way to go?”
“Perhaps. You see, my husband died a year ago. He was very conservative. And now, I´ve met this… Well, I´m wondering about something a little different, you know?” She looked closely at Melanie´s scanty top and super-short shorts and smiled. “Not @that different, though.”
Melanie chuckled. “You know, I doubt if you´re interested in my Dirty Duds right now, but you might like to look at some of my lingerie that´s not quite so conservative.”
The woman smiled broadly. “Yes. Yes, that´s just what I had in mind. I mean, I´m not a kid anymore, and I generally like the way I look. But no one can see what´s underneath.”
“That´s true in more ways than one, you know,” Melanie said with a grin. “Look. How about these?” She pulled out a drawer of panties. “I think this is your size. See what you think.” She spread a few pretty garments across the counter.
The woman gasped. “Wow, they´re something! You have no idea what I´ve been wearing for the past 20 years, but I really think they´re great.” She picked up a pair of panties and examined the construction, felt the material. She held another pair up to the light from the window, shook her head in wonderment, then stepped to a mirror where she held them in front of her. She looked at Melanie. “I like these. Show me some more like them.”
Melanie obliged, and the woman selected four different, quite attractive styles. “Now,” Melanie ventured, “if you´ve got some great panties, do you want to look at some bras to go with them?”
The woman seemed startled for a moment. “Why, yes. Yes. Do you have something that matches this?” She held up one of her selections.
“I think you´re wearing an under-wire. I get these from a European manufacturer; they´re a little sexier than most of the American stuff.” She moved to another rack. “Or, you might try these, they´re a little easier in the fit – not so confining, and you may find you don´t really need the under-wire. Or, are you thinking of something really different, now? Look, this is a shelf-bra camisole that would work.”
“I´m beginning to… well, I guess you´d say, I´m still getting back on my feet. But, I´ve @always worn a bra. I wonder if I can get away with that? You can see everything.”
With a grin, Melanie said, “I guess it all depends on who you want to show it to, doesn´t it?”
The woman grinned back. “You´re right about that,” she said. “Can I try it on? The bra; I´m not sure I´m ready for the camisole.”
Melanie took garments from the racks and said, “Take these @and the camisole and step into the dressing room. While you´re at it, hold up the panties you like. You know, in front of you. Get the full effect. Try them all on, except the panties, of course. Be sure you try just the camisole alone for a minute or two. Take your time and see how it feels; walk around, put your blouse back on and come out front.” She grinned at the older woman. “I guarantee you, it feels different. Then, you have to decide if you like it.”
A few minutes later, the woman returned. “They were perfect. I couldn´t take them off – the bra and panties, I mean. The panties looked so nice, I´ve still got them on – here are the tags. I´m going to take the camisole and see what I think. Oh yes, and I´ll take these other panties and that other bra.”
Melanie wrote up the charge and processed the woman´s payment. “I hope you enjoy these. It´s not enough to just cover your body, you know. You want to feel good about it.”
“I already do. And thank you. I´m sure my friend will feel good about it, too.”
Melanie chuckled. “Well, when you get more adventurous, come on back. I should be able to keep you feeling good for quite a while.”
Gathering up her purchases, the woman said, “Oh, you´ll be seeing more of me. And so will he.”
“I´m over here,” the low feminine voice said quietly. Melanie looked around the rack of lingerie to see a small woman who was going through the garments, checking the sizes. She wore a severe business suit with a white, tailored blouse; her dark hair was in a braid piled on her head. “I know you couldn´t see me when you came out of the back. I guess you heard the door when I came in.”
“Sorry,” Melanie said. “I didn´t see you right away.” The woman was tiny, not more than five feet tall with dark hair and a good figure. She was no child – perhaps almost Melanie´s age.
“You´re the owner?” she asked. Her voice was deep, mature.
“Yes. I´m Melanie. What can I do for you?”
“I´m new in town and someone at the office said you have nice things. Thought I´d take a look.” She began roaming past the racks and stands of lingerie.
“Are you looking for anything particular? You seem to be having trouble finding your size.”
“I @always have trouble finding my size. You can´t get kids´ bras in a C cup. And kids´ underwear just does @not turn me on. I saw your Dirty Duds sign and came in. You sure do have what you say. Question is, can you fit me?”
“I´m sure you also saw that I´m pushing Lacy Lingerie. If you can´t find your size, come to me. I can do something for special people.” Melanie led the way to a counter, where she brought out drawers full of garments. “You want a bra? Or panties? What´ll it be?”
“Let me look at the panties first. My name´s Sylvia, I´m new in town and if you can fit me, you´ll see a lot of me.”
“Well, I do sexy stuff for small women,” Melanie said. She began pulling out bits of lace and silk, all in keeping with the revealing and sexy things in her window. “I try to keep some of the smaller sizes of my better stuff,” she said. “Some of the kids like it, and sometimes other women your size come by. How about this?” She held up a bit of lacey something.
“Oh, yeah. I like that. And this one, too. I like the ones that really fit smooth around the butt – and everywhere else. These are my size all right, but could I try something on for fit?”
“Well, you know the health laws, so you´ll have to put them on over what you´re wearing, or I´ll sell you a g-string that won´t get in the way.” Melanie held up some string and lace.
“Gee, I like that, too. I´ll go with that and these. Where´s the booth?”
“Right in there. Let me know if you need anything.”
The woman disappeared. In a few moments, she called, “Melanie, could you come here a minute, please?” When Melanie stepped into the fitting booth, Sylvia was standing in front of the mirror clad only in her heels and a pair of the panties she had chosen. Her tiny body was perfectly proportioned; full-breasted, long-legged, though all on a tiny scale; thin and muscular. She had let her braid down from its roll and it hung the length of her back.
“Check the back, will you? See if they fit smoothly,” the little woman said.
She made a quick decision and ran her hand lightly over Sylvia´s butt. “Smooth as silk,” she said. “How are they in the crotch? The elastic isn´t too tight, is it?”
Sylvia did some deep-knee bends. “No, feels fine.” She turned to face Melanie.
“You´re gorgeous,” Melanie said.
“Thanks. I think it´s a pretty good body, too, except there´s not much action here yet.”
“In Boulder?” Melanie´s surprise showed in her voice. “There´s plenty if you know where to look.”
“Say,” Sylvia said, “I´ve got a problem. Maybe you can help me. Can we talk?” She grinned mischievously. “And, I´m not trying to put the make on you. I don´t swing that way, but I have this thing about how these things fit. Anyway, you can see I´m proud of my body, what there is of it.” She sat on the bench .
Melanie grinned back. “No problem. You´ve got a great body and you know it. I can probably handle anything you want, and if it´s talk you want, come into the office. I´ll pour coffee.” Melanie walked out wondering what the next step would be. Sylvia poked her head out, noting she was out of sight of the main store. Melanie took coffee into her office and found Sylvia, still wearing only her panties, sitting cross-legged on the couch, her shoes on the floor. She took the mug with a broad smile. Her firm breasts moved as she did. Melanie sat near her.
“Now tell me your problem, dear,” Melanie said with a comic leer.
“Here´s my problem. I´m an architect; I just got this job with a firm here. They offered me a bunch of money, so I decided to move – things weren´t really going anywhere for me in Boston. When I got here, I found out there´s this woman partner who runs the office. She took me into her office and – after a lot of other bullshit – she told me ‘Our dress code requires that all women wear a bra. Please be sure to wear one from now on´.”
“No kidding?” Melanie said. “I didn´t think there were any of those left. Well, I can fit you, if that´s the problem.”
“Good,” Sylvia said, “it´s pretty hard to find a C cup in my size that´s comfortable, if I can find it at all. And I don´t need a bra; my boobs are made of steel. But I was really pissed by that whole scene. She´s got no business telling me what I have to wear, and I´d like to – well – I don´t want to blow the job, but...”
“You want to fix it so she can´t complain, but without doing what she told you to do. Right?”
Silvia bounced on the couch with delight, her firm breasts bouncing with her. “Exactly,” she said with a laugh. “Can we do it?”
“Sit still. I have a solution.” Melanie left the office and Sylvia could see her on the surveillance monitor, moving through the racks. In a moment she was back. “Try this,” she said.
Sylvia took the garment. “A camisole. I´ve tried those. They don´t work; my nipples show through.”
Melanie grinned and stuck out her tongue. “Shut up and put this on. It´s different.”
Sylvia slipped the garment over her head. “Oh,” she said, pulling it into place, “I see what you mean.” She struggled to pull it down over her chest. “Wow, it´s snug. Are you sure it´s my size?” When she pulled it into place, the fabric hugged her torso. The straps were mere spaghetti but the area over her breasts was covered by a crinkled, folded material that even Sylvia´s prominent nipples did not penetrate. When she rose to look in the mirror, her breasts moved rather less than usual.
“Damn,” she said. “ You´re right. It does the job, just as you said. And it looks fantastic.” She looked at Melanie with a wry grin. “But, I feel like I´m being hugged. I´m not sure I can get through the day feeling like this. It´ll make me horny.”
Melanie smiled back. “Deal with it, Sylvia. You only need to wear it when you haven´t got a jacket on or something like that. Anyway, @I think you´re probably horny all the time, anyway. I´ve got that in black, too, if you need it. Actually, you could wear that without a blouse.”
Sylvia evaded that. “You´re not wearing anything under that outfit, are you?”
“No, it would show. Be great for you.”
“You haven´t got my size,” she asserted.
“No, but give me three days.”
“So quick? Great, I´ll go for it. Now, I need to find someone to wear it for.” She got up off the couch and slipped her feet into her shoes. “Let me get my duds back on, and I´m off. Give me the black one, and those panties, too.” She slipped out of the office toward the fitting room.
When Melanie had put the purchases in a bag, Sylvia came and dropped the g-string in as well. “This is sexy as hell, and I want it, but I don´t need a double layer on my snatch. Not today, anyway. Thanks a lot and see you soon.”
“Sylvia,” Melanie said as the tiny woman turned to go, “what are you doing Wednesday night?”
“You didn´t get laid?” Rudy asked.
“No. It´s not her thing. I really like her, and she´s lovely. Terrific body, loves to show it off and almost forced me to feel her ass when she put those tiny panties on. But somehow I didn´t get the feeling she wanted sex with me. Kinda sorry, really.”
“Maybe another time. Think she´ll come to Wednesday?”
“We´ll see. Both ways.”