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Once Upon a Time
I was at the mall with a mission. I'd seen an ad for a Victoria's Secret
sale, and had to pick up a few items. It was close to closing time, and
when I got there, the store was practically deserted. There were several
saleswomen standing around straightening tables and racks. A young
couple stood over at a table covered with tiny thongs and panties,
pawing through the lingerie and giggling self-consciously...
I went to the back part of the store and approached a rack with a 50%
off sign on top...I slowly browsed the items of lace and silk and satin.
I hadn't even noticed the gentleman in the corner...an attractive man in
jeans and t-shirt and a NY Yankees baseball cap. He was thumbing
through a rack of bras with wild animal prints and floral designs. I
felt self conscious...yet he didn't seem embarrassed to be alone in a
lingerie store...and I found myself wondering about the woman he was
buying for. I was amazed that no saleswoman had pounced on him yet. He
was sooo cute...
He turned and glanced over at me and I quickly went back to my
browsing--not wanting to be caught staring. When I surreptitiously
glanced back up, he was looking at me. I smiled...and then
laughed....busted! That was how I felt. Oh well...so much for sly. No
longer shy, I held up a white bra over my t-shirt and gave him an
expression as if to say, "So, whaddya think?" He gave an appraising
glance and a slightly tilted nod as if to say, "Not bad....not bad." I
picked out another...this one in a teal color with black lace trim."This
one?" His eyebrows raised...."Yesss...nice..." he seemed to say. I
motioned to his rack..."What have you got to offer?" He turned back to
his rack and picked out a wild black and gold leopard print. He held it
up to his chest...."Well?"
"Oh...dahhhling.....it's YOU!" I said, in my most convincing ZsaZsa
voice. "No...for you...." he said as he walked towards me. "Oh, I've
never thought of myself as a jungle-mama", I laughed.
And then...
I felt a tingle....
A sense of adventure and daring...
Something about this guy was really turning me on...
I snatched the little hanger with the leopard print out of his hand and
then grabbed his hand and pulled him over to the dressing rooms. I felt
something like low voltage thrum through my hand where he touched me. I
told him to stand right there...do not move....and entered the dressing
room.
Oh my god, Ellen....what are you doing? I asked myself over and over...
This is nuts... He's married....He looks married. Heck, I'm
married...Who cares? I'll never see this guy again...and besides...he's
soooo cute...
So, quickly pulling my tee over my head, and removing my bra, I hooked
up the leopard print, adjusted the straps, did a quick little tug to get
the right effect so my breasts would swell deliciously out of the
cups...smoothing the cups and turning this way and that....sucking in
the tummy to emphasize the boobs...not bad...not bad for an older gal..
I opened the door a crack. He was still there....Oh my god...the
butterflies in my tummy started turning into birds...big
birds...chickens maybe...yeah..I was starting to chicken out...braaack
braaack braaack....Deep breath...
and I opened the door. "Well?" I turned and modeled. Letting him see his
selection in all it's glory. I bent over, letting him experience the
cleavage enhancement of this wonderful piece of fabric. I ran my hands
over the lace trim...like one of those Price Is Right models showing off
an appliance. I cupped my breasts in my hands...feeling the weight of
them there...and then ran my thumbs across my hardening nipples. I felt
wicked....and exotic....and excited. The look on this guy's face was
just the reaction I'd hoped for. And more. I glanced at his fly...and
could tell that my excitement was contagious. "You like?" I asked with a
touch of naughtiness. "Hhhhhhhhhh", was all he could respond. I reached
out for his hand...one part of me wanted to pull him into my dressing
room and attack him and have my way with him for about an hour or
so...but...
but...
but.
Instead, I placed his hand on one breast, letting him feel the satiny
smoothness...and reaching behind me, I unhooked the bra and let the
straps slide off my shoulders. I backed into the dressing room leaving
the now empty bra in his hand as I closed the door, leaving him standing
outside the dressing room. I slowly re-dressed, feeling almost
embarrassed at what I'd just done. After a few minutes, there was a
knock at the door. My heart caught in my throat. Then a woman's voice
said, "Ma'am? We're closing in five minutes."
I came out of the dressing room and looked around. The cute guy in the
Yankees ball cap was nowhere to be seen. I was both relieved and
disappointed. I picked out two bras and made my way up to the cashier
without even bothering to try them on. ...I knew they'd fit and besides,
it wouldn't have been as fun anyway.
As I paid for my purchases, the cashier said, "Oh, the gentleman in the
ball cap said to thank you for your assistance. He was able to decide
which bra to get for his wife. He bought two...and wanted you to have
one."
I smiled. And then started laughing.
And went home with three bras.
Maybe I'm a jungle-mama after all.
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Many thanks must go to man who inspired and encouraged me to submit this
story....M1ke Hunt.....You're the greatest!
The chickens are flapping their wings again...even as i click to send!
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