It was pissing rain as I tried to get from Park to First Avenue. I'm sure the people who planned the subways are long dead, but if they were here I'd give them a piece of my mind. Some of us actually have to get across town. And when the rain's hitting you like the hardest setting on a shower massage you long for a quick way home.

I was at 68th and Madison when I saw it. A new lingerie shop. Well, well, well. And from where I stood it looked dry and cozy. I was always ready to plumb the depths of my fetish, and this was the perfect day.

Scampering across the street, dodging the lurid orange-yellow taxis, I presented myself at the door of the chic boutique. A woman opened the door for me, probably having seen me fighting with my umbrella. "Come in before you drown."

I looked up at her from my contorted position. "My umbrella is stuck halfway open!"

Wordlessly, she put one hand on the handle of my umbrella and the other on my arm, pulling me into the shop. I don't know what led me to be so prepared, but for once in my life I had not only an umbrella but a hat and raincoat. So, even though the ferocity of the rain was akin to a fire hose, only my legs and feet had suffered much damage.

By the time I had my hat and coat off, my umbrella was neatly closed and resting in a proper stand. The remarkably efficient saleswoman took my hat and coat before I had time to ask where I could hang them. I could tell just by looking at her that she didn't have "boutique attitude." Instead of the scowl and studied ennui effected by many salespeople on Madison Avenue, this woman looked pleased to see me. "Can I get you a cup of tea?" she asked, stunning me to the core.

I nearly stuttered when I replied, "No, no thank you." I let my gaze ramble around the tiny store, taking in the artistic presentation of my favorite things. "You're new, aren't you?"

"We are," she said, with a hint of pride. "This is our first week."

I fingered a luscious silk salmon-colored bra with an overlay of cocoa-brown lace. "This," I said, stroking it possessively, "is gorgeous."

"Italian," she replied, nodding her approval. "They understand what women want."

"I want it and I haven't even tried it on."

"Let's remedy that right now. What size do you usually wear?"

"It depends on the manufacturer, but I'm usually a 34 B."

She took the garment from my hand and said, "You've been measured before?"

"Measured?"

"Yes. We specialize in making sure that all of our customers are fitted properly. Most women are wearing the wrong size. If you can't sleep comfortably in it it's probably the wrong size."

I hoped she couldn't see me fidgeting in the bra that I had difficulty wearing while standing up, much less sleeping. "I haven't been measured, but I think I'm pretty average."

She looked at me with what was probably sympathy. "There is no average. Most women's breasts aren't the same size, and that's just one woman." She had a charming smile, and I found myself readily agreeing to let a stranger measure my chest. We went into a spacious changing room and she pulled out a cloth tape measure. "I'd like to measure you with your bra on if you don't mind."

"No, I don't mind." I took that as my cue to remove my dress. I wished I'd worn a blouse and slacks, but I didn't know I'd be stripping for a stranger. As I took off my dress and hung it up she discreetly eyed my slip. "Oh." I removed it and stood there in my bra and panties, feeling silly and ridiculously underdressed. I caught sight of our images in the mirror, and felt a spark of excitement.

She was an attractive woman, and, as luck would have it, just my type. She looked bright, professional and playful. Her well cut blonde hair and fashionable tortoiseshell glasses didn't hurt the look one bit. I'm not my own type, but catching just a glimpse of myself in bra, panties and heels with a fully dressed woman looking me over was h...o...t if I do say so myself.

"I should probably introduce myself," my saleswoman said. She grinned winningly as she rubbed her hands together. "I should also make sure my hands are warm."

"I'm Clarissa," I said, "and I don't mind cold hands."

"Really?" She gave me a look that I would have taken as flirtatious if we weren't in her store. Blinking, she blushed a little and said, "I'm Meredith. I guess we'd better get started." She looped the tape around my waist then brought it up under my breasts and measured my rib cage. "Okay, would you mind taking off your bra?"

I'm sure my eyes widened, but I was already in deep, so I complied. Meredith didn't say a word as she moved the tape up and measured around my hardened nipples. They puckered even more firmly to attention as the soft tape brushed them. I swore I heard her swallow. "Okay," she said, her voice breaking a little. "I think you're really a 34 C. Would you like me to pick out some bras for you to try? Or did you just want the one you picked out?"

"I love lingerie, so let's do it." I swear I didn't mean that like it came out, but the color rose in Meredith's cheeks faster than I could consider pulling the words back.

"Do you have any preferences? I mean...when it comes to lingerie. I mean...is there a certain style or type bra you like?"

I casually crossed my arms over my bare breasts. Actually, I'm sure it wasn't casual at all, but I felt like an idiot just standing there half naked. "I like all kinds. I suppose I'd like something a little different. I want to spruce up my wardrobe before I start dating." Why in the hell was I telling her this? Did being naked loosen my tongue?

"Oh." She winced. "Getting out of a relationship?"

"Yes. Not a terribly long one, though. Just two years."

"Married?"

"No, I'm only allowed to marry in Massachusetts. Well, I suppose I could marry anywhere, but I wouldn't be able to have my preferred partner."

The light was really good in the changing room, and I could see her pupils dilate. "Some day soon," she said confidently. "We just have to let them know that we're sick of paying taxes like full citizens and having to settle for second class rights."

Surprised, pleased and interested, I nodded. "Yes, we do."

I looked at the bra in her hand and shifted my focus to the door. Meredith took the hint and left to fetch some items for me to try on. As soon as she left I fluffed my hair, checked my teeth and grabbed my bag to find some TicTacs. I didn't think I'd need them, but it didn't hurt to be prepared. My bag dropped to the floor, causing Meredith to call out, "Are you all right?"

"Just fine."

Meredith swept the curtain aside and entered. She held a profusion of colorful bras in her hands, which looked like they might have been shaking.

"Oh, those are pretty. I like that floral print. I feel better knowing I'm wearing something pretty and sexy, even if I'm the only one who sees it."

"I wish every woman felt that way." She handed me the bra I'd indicated and I started to put it on. I had it positioned under my breasts when I felt Meredith's warm hands on my back. "Let me hook that for you." She fastened it, then, while standing behind me, looked at me in the mirror and pulled the band down. "Just one tiny adjustment." She looked calm and professional as she reached into my bra and pulled my breast up by cupping it in her hand. "That's good," she said, nodding in satisfaction. "What do you think?"

"That's very good," I said a little thickly. It felt so nice to have her hand on me. I wanted to try another bra on just so she'd have to do it again.

She put her thumbs under the straps and lifted my breasts. "I think this would be more comfortable if I shortened these."

"Please." I would have said more but my mouth was too dry. Her sure, competent hands quickly adjusted both straps and it was, in fact, more comfortable.

"You want to let the bra do the work. I suggest buying a bra that fits snugly when it's on the loosest hooks. Then, when it stretches out, you can tighten it up. The bra you had on was too big around your rib cage and too tight in the cup. This bra makes your breasts look firmer and fuller. They ride higher on your chest."

"Do they?" I asked suggestively. I couldn't help it. She was standing right behind me, her hands on my bare shoulders and she was talking about my breasts. I had to flirt with her.

Her eyes met mine in the glass. "They do." Her eyes didn't waver as she trailed her fingers across the band below my breasts. "See? They're not even touching the elastic. That's what you want."

Emboldened, I asked, "What do you want?"

For just a second she looked a little panicked. But I could see her take in a breath before she said, "I want to go lock the front door."

Still looking at her, I took her hands and slid them up so they covered my breasts, which were exquisitely sensitive in anticipation of being touched again. "That's a very, very good idea."

During the minute it took her to lock the door I popped another TicTac and tried to look calmer than I felt. I'm not ashamed to admit that I love to have sex, and sex with a stranger can be hotter than hell. Add in the "sex in public" element and I was already starting to get wet.

Meredith returned, looking bright eyed and excited. She came up behind me and put her arms around me, hugging me tightly. "I think you'd look fantastic in a bustier. We just got a gorgeous one in. Want to try it?"

"I'll try anything," I said, dropping into my sultry register.

She took a little nip of my neck and disappeared. Moments later she was back, holding an ivory-colored satin bustier. Meredith held the garment up to my cheek, gently stroking it. "This looks great against your skin."

While she spoke she unhooked the bra I was wearing, let it drop to the floor, then caressed the top of my breast with the back of her hand. My skin pebbled as her hand moved down over my bare flesh. I watched in fascination as Meredith settled the bustier under my breasts. Her hands flitted behind me for a few moments and I could feel it start to grow tighter. As her hands settled on my hips something tickled my lower back. She turned me, and I looked over my shoulder seeing that the bustier had been fastened with a ribbon. Guiding me by my hips she turned me to face the mirror again. Her eyes met mine in the reflection. "This was made for you." She splayed her hands across my belly then slowly slid them to my breasts. Her mouth latched onto my neck as she squeezed me firmly. I couldn't stop my hips from pressing into her, grinding against her while her hands squeezed and released.

I could hear our breathing, as well as my own heart beating. She slipped her thumbs into my panties, eased them over my hips and let them fall to the floor. "Come with me." She took my hand, threw open the curtain and led me into the main room. I wanted to resist, but I'm powerless around a woman who knows how to lead. Thankfully, she had lowered the shade over the entry door and an elaborate display filled the main window, making it all but impossible for a passerby to see us.

Meredith positioned me in front of a three-way mirror. "I've always wanted to do this." Her eyes were smoldering as she again stood behind me and ran her hands all over my body.

"You've only had the store a week," I teased.

"This is why I opened the store." She started to bite and lick my neck again, her hands never stilling. I couldn't stop squirming. I felt so exquisitely naked, and Meredith looked at me in a way that made me feel sexy and beautiful.

Her hands went to my pussy, and her fiery eyes took me in while she delicately opened me. "Look at yourself," she whispered. "See how beautiful you are. I'm the luckiest woman in New York tonight."

I wanted to turn in her arms and kiss her, but she held me tight. I was already wet, and I could feel my clit harden even though she hadn't touched me yet. Meredith continued to tease me, pulling and pinching my lips while I ground my ass against her. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't stand up straight. She had forced me into a position where I was slightly bent over, thrusting against her.

She reached over to the side of the mirror and pulled a stool upholstered in a rich gold and red print in front of me. As she guided me onto my belly my breasts nearly spilled from the bustier. Our eyes met again and she grinned wickedly. "You have the best ideas," I whispered.

"I was very serious when I said I've always wanted to do this. I've done this in my fantasies dozens of times."

Meredith's eyes were almost glazed over as she surveyed me. I was resting forward on my hip bones, my breasts tauntingly displayed, a look of wanton desire on my face. "Live it. Make it come true."

She dropped to her knees and spread me apart. Before I could even gasp her face was buried in my cunt. Meredith gave head like she was on fire. Her tongue and her lips were everywhere at once. I tossed my head back and held on to the legs of the stool, just trying to withstand her fantastically hot assault.

I couldn't see her face, but I could see everything she did to me reflected in my own. It was remarkably narcissistic, but one of the hottest things I've ever seen. I opened myself to her, moaning along with her satisfied suckling.

I tried to distract myself so that I could keep it going for another few minutes. But Meredith was nearly frenzied. She forced her tongue into me, making me rise up on my toes and nearly topple over. But she had me firmly by the hips while she dove into me with abandon.

My orgasm caught me by surprise. I wasn't even able to warn her, but she slowed and gentled her touch as my pussy twitched wildly. My head dropped, hair cascading forward as I tried to catch my breath. Meredith continued to gently taste me, keeping her touch just light enough to let me recover. I felt her get to her feet, and her hands reassuringly stroked my ass. "That was the sexiest thing I've ever done."

I managed to lift my head and smile at her in the mirror. "It's only six o'clock. Let's try to make that the second sexiest thing you've ever done."

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