A trip to the lingerie store in Paris
The buzzer at the door announced our arrival to the saleswomen of the lingerie store. As we entered, to the left stretched a glass counter and straight ahead the curtained changing rooms. Just before the changing rooms was a couch that was to be my perch for the fitting.
After the standard exchange of bonjours, my wife was quietly ushered by the saleswoman, looking every bit the part of a statuesque governess, into the changing room. She asked what size my wife was. When my wife replied 34 DD, she simply shook her head in disbelief. My wife replied that Madame was fooled by the minimizer she was wearing..
The saleswoman told my wife to strip before leaving the changing room and she soon returned with a selection of bras. My wife was soon standing in front of in front of a Frenchwoman, stripped to her underwear. As she stood behind the curtains, I heard Madame say, "Oh, now I see"
There were a few bra and panty sets displayed in the window and in the glass case. Silk négligées and camisoles lined the wooden alcoves. That was it. There was nothing to touch, no racks of undergarments to pursue. All were kept behind the glass case controlled by Madame. Madame entered the changing room and instructed her where to place her arms as she went about her measurements. The tape measure dragging across her nipples, she told me later, sent shivers down her spine and they were soon erect. As she placed the tape measure under my wife's breasts, her hand grazed the side. Madame rotated through six or seven bra styles she had brought in, found one she liked and then progressed to color and fabric. The choice was not my wife's.
She finally settled on one of the many she had brought in with her and my wife tried it on. Madame continued to adjust the bra, fastening it when she was satisfied with the fit. Madame stood behind my wife as she looked in the mirror, then slid slightly to the side to look with her. “Voilà!”, she said.
My wife said it fit perfectly and she got dressed. We chose a nice matching thong and paid for the items. We barely made it back to the room before going at each other. My wife told me the experience made her so wet being topless and exposed in front of the gorgeous Madame, for whom I am sure this was just another day at the office. For us though, it was a thrilling experience.
After the standard exchange of bonjours, my wife was quietly ushered by the saleswoman, looking every bit the part of a statuesque governess, into the changing room. She asked what size my wife was. When my wife replied 34 DD, she simply shook her head in disbelief. My wife replied that Madame was fooled by the minimizer she was wearing..
The saleswoman told my wife to strip before leaving the changing room and she soon returned with a selection of bras. My wife was soon standing in front of in front of a Frenchwoman, stripped to her underwear. As she stood behind the curtains, I heard Madame say, "Oh, now I see"
There were a few bra and panty sets displayed in the window and in the glass case. Silk négligées and camisoles lined the wooden alcoves. That was it. There was nothing to touch, no racks of undergarments to pursue. All were kept behind the glass case controlled by Madame. Madame entered the changing room and instructed her where to place her arms as she went about her measurements. The tape measure dragging across her nipples, she told me later, sent shivers down her spine and they were soon erect. As she placed the tape measure under my wife's breasts, her hand grazed the side. Madame rotated through six or seven bra styles she had brought in, found one she liked and then progressed to color and fabric. The choice was not my wife's.
She finally settled on one of the many she had brought in with her and my wife tried it on. Madame continued to adjust the bra, fastening it when she was satisfied with the fit. Madame stood behind my wife as she looked in the mirror, then slid slightly to the side to look with her. “Voilà!”, she said.
My wife said it fit perfectly and she got dressed. We chose a nice matching thong and paid for the items. We barely made it back to the room before going at each other. My wife told me the experience made her so wet being topless and exposed in front of the gorgeous Madame, for whom I am sure this was just another day at the office. For us though, it was a thrilling experience.
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