DISCLAIMER: All characters in this story are at least 18 years of age and legally able to consent to any sexual activities in which they engage. For the purposes of this story children don't start school until after age 8 which is why they can be 18 and still in high school. None of the depictions of sexual activity in this story involve ANYONE under the age...
At 40 years old I recently had a baby with my second husband, but have three other children from my first marriage. So none of my work attire fit properly anymore. I'm a size 12 now and my measurements went from 36DD-32-38 to 42H-34-44. Needless to say, I receive dirty looks from women when their boyfriends or husbands sneak a glance at my assets. From old p...
"You didn't! Not right here, just now in the fitting room, did you?" Donna Cargill asked her friend in amazement. The cat-who-ate-the-canary grin on Linda Falco's face said it all! "What can I say, Donna?" Linda replied sheepishly, "Victoria has her secret and I have mine!" "Well, if you get caught, it won't be much of a secret!" "That's all part of the...
John's aunt had died and left him everything including her women's lingerie store in a small town. Being a breast man, John sold her car and with the cash rented a store near the campus of a small college. He moved the old inventory in, as well as the counters, cash register and other fixtures. He had a sign painted on the front window which read "D cup an...
Annabelle entered the small shop on Dauphine, east side of the French Quarter. A remote jingle announced her presence. An attractive clerk fussing behind the jewelry counter looked up. Smiled. Sparsely staged collections of couture dresses flanked the quietly hued space. Each designer's latest propped and lit like sculpture. Another patron, a tall, too skinn...
She was holding a pair of white canvas shoes that weren't yet hers when she heard his voice. "Holy shit. Shannon?" Her grip on the shoes faltered as her head whipped up. She knew that tambre, that inflection. Or she used to, anyway. And then he was there, at her arm. Jake Greenwell, the first boy who she'd loved completely and unabashedly, way back when. H...
For the week following my first photo shoot I could not keep my mind on any topic, whatever I did that week my thoughts would flashback to the camera lens caressing the intimate areas of my body. These flashbacks became so vivid that I had to carry clean panties in my purse so I could change them when they became soaked thru. I found myself stopping at ev...
The good thing about having to work every other weekend is getting days off in the week. It is easier to get a car park space and the shops are quieter which makes it easier to try things on. I have just booked a holiday to Cancun in Mexico for Summer Break, so I decided to start shopping for new clothes. We had some lovely warm weather last week which is un...
The picture was just black and white and there was no sound, but Martin's pulse quickened as he watched a dark haired woman enter the fitting room. The woman hung four or five garments on the wall rack and started to undress. She quickly undid each button of her coat before taking it off and dropping it on the bench behind her. Beneath her coat she wore a t-...
The day droned on into eternity. Gary couldn't bear to look at the clock anymore and yet his eyes seemed to be drawn to it on a minute-to-minute basis. He had two classes in the morning, political science and psychology. Both of which were spent ogling the illustrious woman across the room and taking sparse notes. She had long brown hair that was in a perpet...