The Fitting Room
by Roger Frank Selby

‘No way! Goodbye, Colin!’ She slammed down the phone in the lingerie department office.

So that was that. Harsh, maybe, but she felt a flood of relief at ending the relationship. What a cheek, saying she was frigid!

Nothing about the relationship had ever felt right. Sure, he was a good-looking lad, but all along, she had been trying to please others – her mother, Colin, his bloody mother … and when the sex had started, she’d felt nothing – thank God she hadn’t let it get too far! And when she said she didn’t fancy him, what did he mean by that ‘nor fancy any bloke’ remark? Was he implying she was a lesbian? Rubbish! That was the standard line from any rejected man. It wasn’t that she didn’t like sex, it was just that the ‘boyfriend’ type relationship bored the pants off her. It always had. She wanted something more … exotic. From now on she would follow her instincts, not try to please others.

She liked her role selling lingerie – it put her on quite a formal relationship with the customer, yet in an intimate setting that she could control. She also quite enjoyed the subject of women’s bodies. Measuring them, dressing and undressing them, comparing her own body with those of other women – that didn’t make her a lesbian, did it?

The autumnal gloom outside was deep – the clocks had just gone back. It would soon be time to go home.

Then she saw them, a man and a woman examining brassieres in a display. They were a handsome couple, probably in their late thirties. Her fitting would need careful attention to avoid that slightly bumpy line her present garment showed.

‘Can I help you?’

‘Yes. I’m looking for some underwear that’s a little more … interesting.’ She smiled and her husband chuckled. They were nice.

Laetitia smiled conspiratorially. ‘If you would like to follow me to the fitting room I’ll take your measurements and we’ll see what’s available. Ah, sir … would you like to wait?’

‘I’ll come along if that’s OK, Miss.’ A nice surprise. Husbands and male companions usually waited meekly on the seats outside, cowed by the world of brassieres and basques. Instead, he would sit and watch her at work – she bustling around; his eyes level with her … Goodness! She couldn’t believe how much she was fantasising!

Inside the cubicle, the stunning young assistant dashed off for a tape measure, leaving the wife to undress.

‘What an attractive girl.’

His wife took off her blouse. ‘Yes, lovely figure, too. Reminds me of myself a few years ago.’

‘That’s exactly what I was thinking.’

The girl returned. She had removed her tweed jacket, revealing a simple white blouse beneath.

‘Would you like to sit while I take the measurements, sir?’

Seated, he thought that the sales girl must be aware that his face was only inches from her blouse … almost touching now, as she reached around his wife. He could see the patterning of her bra through the taut fabric, and a hint of darkness at the tip of a breast.

‘Right, madam, I make it between 36 and 38, around a D-cup, depending on the make and style. Very similar to me, actually … I can show you quite a range. What sort of control are you looking for?’

‘Not much; I like my figure to look as natural as possible.’

‘You will need at least medium; like me. Anything less and I’m all over the place!’ She laughed. ‘I won’t be a minute.’ She dashed off again, closing the curtain behind her.

Sir stood up, imagining her tits all over the place. ‘We were right, darling, she even has your figure.’ He handled his wife’s breasts lightly.

‘You flatter me – haven’t quite got that uplift any more … Ohhh, that feels nice,’ she sighed softly, ‘You don’t normally touch me like that when we’re out shopping,’ she giggled. ‘Careful, that girl might come back suddenly – we’ll get thrown out! Anyway, I might as well just slip out of this bra, ready to try on the new ones.’ She turned away, shrugged out of the shoulder straps and discarded it. His hands reached around and grasped her unfettered breasts. ‘Darling,’ she whispered. ‘You always know how I want to be touched …’

Laetitia glimpsed the movement as she was about to enter the cubicle. She peeped through the gap. The man was fondling his wife! A wonderful shock went through her lower body. She watched, excited by male hands deeply kneading compliant breasts. The woman’s head went back. No man had ever handled Laetitia with such confidence and strong familiarity. When she had allowed it, Colin’s touch had been corpse-like.

She coughed before entering, her heart thumping. Sir’s hands had vanished from Madam’s bare breasts as he sat down, but the finger-marks remained.

‘I slipped out of my old bra in preparation. My husband has seen me like this before.’ She swung herself around, flaunting herself a little. Madam had pride in her figure. She was in pretty good shape, and with a man who knew what to do. Laetitia felt quite jealous! She desperately wanted to swing herself around like that. Right here. She wondered how Sir would appreciate her younger breasts with their stronger uplift, wondered how it would feel if he handled her in that same, powerful way.

‘Of course, madam.’ She was a little breathless. ‘I’ve brought a selection you might like to try.’

Madam tried on the three bras. Sir sat and watched. She wondered if he noticed that she was touching Madam’s breasts quite frequently as she eased her into place. Madam seemed to like her familiar style.

Two bras were a little on the small side and the other just a fraction too big. Laetitia smiled as she helped Madam out of the third. ‘You are exactly the same size as me. We have this same trouble, just between a 36 and a 38 D cup. I have to have mine specially made elsewhere, but it’s really worthwhile to get a good fit.’ They both gazed at Laetitia’s bust as she cupped it with her hands. ‘I’ll just quickly show you what I mean.’ It seemed quite natural for her to take off her blouse and model her special bra. It felt good. She knew her breasts were practically out on view, but the bra made it OK. This was her job. ‘Notice how the top of the cup does not dig in – it’s a snug fit.’ She slid a finger between the surface of her breast and the material, plucking it away a little on each side. Madam noticed, and so did Sir.

Laetitia had the smoothest, creamiest skin – almost ivory against the semi-transparent material. Sir saw the dark, almost conical areola topping each breast. The salesgirl’s nipples – at his eye-level – were clearly visible and quite erect. ‘You can see that each cup follows the natural line.’ She turned from side to side to show each breast in profile. They swung and bounced slightly, controlled by the perfect bra. Madam approached, her own unconfined breasts swinging around a good deal more.

‘Miss …?’

‘Call me Laetitia, please, madam.’

‘Laetitia. That is just perfect!’ Her finger reached out and brushed the sales girl’s skin as she traced the top line of the left cup where it blended smoothly into the curve of her breast.

Sir saw Laetitia react to his wife’s gentle touch on the upper parts of her superb breasts. He saw her eyes close for a moment, saw her chin rise a little.

‘Is there a possibility … that I could …?’

‘Of course you can, madam.’ Her hands reached around her back instinctively to unhook her bra. In front of Sir’s disbelieving gaze Laetitia released it, slipped off the shoulder straps and passed the garment to his wife to try on.

My God, he thought, there they are; her tits are out, and they are just gorgeous! Although superficially like his wife’s, they had amazing uplift and more prominent, well-formed nipples. He could hardly stop himself reaching out for them as they jiggled about in front of his nose. He felt his heart beating powerfully, his loins stirring.

This ‘Laetitia’ was clearly a game girl! She must know it’s going a little too far, he mused. Just modelling the bra had been pushing it, especially in front of him. Maybe with his wife prancing about with her boobs out, it had seemed natural to join her. He could see how that would be acceptable with the women on their own, but in front of him …. Wow!

His wife held the bra between the two sets of bare breasts for a moment. ‘Actually Laetitia, I was only going to ask you where you had it made.’

‘Oh!’ It was as if she suddenly became aware of herself standing there, her tits out in front of Madam’s husband. She half reached out for the bra, covering herself with her elbows as she did. She blushed deeply.

‘But as you have so kindly offered, I might just as well try it on for size!’ she said, with a big smile that included him.

He pretended to watch his wife as she donned the bra. The sales girl had given up trying to cover herself – a difficult task anyway, for a well-made girl like her, so the hands that had reached out to recover her modesty, now assisted Madam in the fitting. He guessed she was trying to be all business-like to cover her embarrassment. What a lovely woman she was! The blush had spread down her chest and upper arms, but not to the quivering tips of her tits, he noticed.

‘Is everything all right Laetitia? Do you need any help in there?’

The authoritative voice from just outside, made them all jump like naughty children.

‘Ah, yes, Mrs Giles … We are fine, thank you.’

‘OK, then. We’ll be closing in five minutes.’

The spell was broken.

‘Lingerie department, Laetitia speaking, how may I help?’

‘It’s Mrs Brown.’

‘Oh, hello, Mrs Brown.’ Her telephone voice was friendly – very mellow.

‘Hello, Laetitia. We left in a bit of a rush last week … I was wondering if you could give me that bra manufacturer’s name and phone number?’ Laetitia seemed to have the details handy. Madam carefully wrote it down, reading back the number. ‘Thank you, Laetitia. I hope you didn’t get into any trouble … over last week?’

‘No, Mrs Brown, not at all. I’m very sorry if I offended your husband. I went a bit too far … It was a silly thing to do.’

‘No, not at all, it was all very natural and … very beautiful. In fact,’ she lowered her voice to a conspiratorial tone, ‘he’s hardly spoken of anything else all weekend!’

Laetitia couldn’t help joining in Mrs Brown’s chuckle. She’d also been thinking a lot about the experience. How wonderful it had felt, even when she realised she had overdone it. She was so glad the man had enjoyed seeing her body, her breasts … Her breath was coming a little short as she recalled his gaze upon her …

‘Look, Laetitia, I don’t know quite how to say this, but is there any way …?’

‘… we could get together again?’ She was amazed at herself for phrasing it that way.

‘Why yes! It was fun, wasn’t it? I’m glad you saw it the same way we did.’

‘Yes, it was … Well, you could always come for another fitting, er … Mrs Brown. Shall I call you that?’

‘Call me Madam, as before.’

Laetitia caught on at once. ‘Would you like to arrange another fitting then, madam?’

‘When would be convenient?’

She paused. ‘About three this afternoon, madam.’

‘May I bring my husband? I would like him to be shown some different styles … To see which he likes best.’

‘Certainly, madam. I will happily show him all I can offer.”

After she had put down the phone, she held on to it for a few moments, until the rise and fall of her breasts became less noticeable.

Monday afternoon was always quiet, and Mrs Giles wouldn’t be back till four. When the couple arrived, the exchange of glances was electric.

‘Good afternoon, madam, sir. I’ve found several items that might be of interest.’

She led them to the fitting room more nervously than before. Offering Sir a seat, she couldn’t help noticing his embarrassment. He sat down quickly, a strategically placed arm covering the beginnings of his arousal. She had a flickering of alarm at the clear evidence of Sir’s considerable male member – maybe she hadn’t thought this through … But Madam wasted no time, took off her frilly blouse, and was immediately naked to the waist. Her slightly heavy breasts moved beautifully. The sight calmed Laetitia. She wanted to hold them.

‘If you would like to try this one, madam?’ She offered the first bra.

‘Actually, Laetitia, I was wondering if you could model it for me?’

‘Madam doesn’t want to try it on?’

‘I will be sitting on my husband’s lap.’

‘Oh!’ Laetitia watched as Madam decorously sat on Sir’s lap, lifting her long skirt up at the back. She caught a brief glimpse of her thigh and buttock bare to her hip, before the skirt covered her again. He cupped his wife’s exposed breasts. The couple watched her, but Laetitia couldn’t take her eyes off the big hands gently fondling Madam’s bust. ‘Oh.’

‘I’m sorry, Laetitia.’ Madam began to rise. ‘I can see this isn’t going to work.’

Laetitia got a grip on herself. ‘No, madam,’ she said firmly, ‘I’ll be happy to model it for you both.’ Laetitia half turned away and stripped to the waist, aware she was revealing in swinging profile the breasts both Sir and Madam had been talking about.

‘How about this one?’ She swung her body around in front of them while Sir deeply fondled his wife.

‘Ahh, that’s beautiful …. Ahh, can you lean a little closer?’ Laetitia leant closer and Madam felt the shape of the cups and the fullness within.

‘May I?’ Sir also felt their shape and texture. ‘Lovely,’ he said, fondling her left breast very gently. Her heart pounded.

Laetitia pushed herself onto his touch, then swung around so he could feel her other breast.

‘I have another bra that Sir might like especially,’ she said a little breathlessly.

‘Show me, please.’

Modestly, Laetitia turned her slim back to them as she changed bras. She was aware the couple could still see her via the wall mirrors but it seemed the right thing to do. When she had adjusted herself carefully, she turned back again.

‘Wow!’ Sir was impressed. She was wearing what women call a ‘quarter’ cup bra. More like a tenth! Laetitia’s semi-nudity was now quite deliberate. Her bare tits, lifted even higher by the bra’s support, had that X-rated look. ‘Wow,’ he said again, not quite knowing where to go from here without sounding crude. Laetitia had certainly moved things forward.

She modelled the scanty garment exactly like the previous, swinging from side to side. This time her uncovered, uncontrolled bosom was more mobile. His body responded as he lightly touched her nipples.

‘You feel uncomfortable, darling. Would you like me to lift for a moment while you … adjust yourself?’ Madam hovered while he wrestled and discreetly released his straining cock under the cover of her skirt.

‘Ah, that’s better! Ahhhh …’ He guided his wife gently back onto his lap. With the slightest of wiggles and gasps, she went, slowly, all the way down and he went all the way up into her tight wetness, firmly impaling her as he held her hips.

Laetitia had stopped moving. Her mouth dropped open. She looked very young and beautiful to the coupled couple.

Laetitia suddenly knew what she wanted. She moved much closer, pushing her breasts into contact with the other woman’s; nipple to nipple. Madam cupped Laetitia’s soft flesh, leant forward and gently took each upstanding breast to her lips. Laetitia reached out with both hands and held Madam’s breasts at last. Then Sir’s touch was upon Laetitia’s body. She felt the deep, masculine tit-handling she had seen the first time they’d met.

Madam began sliding up and down in a slow, experienced way.

‘Ahh, damn skirt, ahhh …’

Laetitia helpfully lifted Madam’s skirt to her waist. She could now see all the action, see Sir’s stiff rod pumping up into Madam. My God, compared with Colin, Sir was enormous! ‘Is that better, madam?’

‘Ahh, yes … Would you like to …? Ahh …’

‘Certainly, madam.’ Laetitia’s fingers touched the couple at their joining, her fingers straying first north, into Madam’s more familiar territory, and then south …

Laetitia’s hands were around the base of Sir’s moving shaft, gently squeezing.

‘Ahhh.’ He gave her breasts an extra hard squeeze and she gasped. Her fingers cradled and lifted his heavy balls, and then she felt the increased urgency of his motion as he began to explode into his wife, thrusting up, up …

Laetitia felt Sir’s semen spurting past the tube of flesh under her fingers, imagining how Madam could feel it filling her up. She felt hot fluids seeping back down, warming her caressing hand ….

‘Eeeeek! Good heavens above! My God! What is the meaning of all this?’

Mrs Giles had returned early.

‘Mrs Brown?’

‘Yes?’

‘It’s me.’

‘I’m sorry, who …?’ She looked unseeing onto the snow-covered garden. Could it be? ‘Laetitia?’

‘Yes!’

Her heart leapt. ‘But it’s been such a long time! We thought …’

‘Well, I was dismissed, of course.’

‘Oh, I’m so sorry, Laetitia. We were banished as well – lucky not to have a case brought against us, apparently. We tried to get in touch with you, but the store wouldn’t help.’

‘No, they were horrible, that’s why I couldn’t reach you.’

‘Oh. You were trying to reach us? That’s very sweet. We thought after all that, you wouldn’t want to know.’

‘Not at all! If there was any guilt, then I was guiltier than you both. No. I wanted to find you. I even tried the phone book, but you know how many Browns there are!’ They both giggled.

‘We’re ex-directory, anyway, Laetitia – very middle-class! So how did you get this number?’

‘You were on the database of the company I now work for. A good few Browns there, too; I’ve been working through the list.’

‘How nice! I knew a girl like you would always find work. Which company?’

‘According2Taste, the Internet company.’

‘Ah, yes. We ordered something from them six months ago.’

‘Yes, I know.’ Laetitia’s voice changed slightly as she slipped into her old role. ‘I would like to show you some of our latest products, madam. Have you seen our website recently?’

 ‘No, I haven’t, but I have it bookmarked.’

‘Then if you would like to choose some garments in the exotic lingerie section I would be happy to bring them around to your address – at a convenient time, madam.’

‘Yes, Laetitia, that sounds wonderful! Hmm …Would the weekend be OK for you – say Saturday evening, about eight?’

‘That will be perfect, madam; and there’s no need to order – just e-mail the item numbers to: Laetitia@According2Taste.co.uk. My name is spelt with an ‘ae’. You can always contact me there, it’s private.’

‘Hey, look at this, darling!’ she said as her husband came home.

‘What is it?’ He came into the study.

‘I’ve found you something interesting on the Internet.’

Sir looked, and gave out a low whistle. ‘My God, that’s her! There she is!’ And there she was, happily modelling the type of underwear not available at the store they were barred from. Madam scrolled down the pictures. Laetitia appeared frequently, always modelling the most outrageous items that hid little or nothing of her incredible body. ‘Darling, is there any way we could contact her again do you think?’

‘You must be kidding! Can you imagine how they would respond to an e-mail saying, “Please put me in touch with the model with the nice bottom wearing item so-and-so?” They must get loads of such junk.’

‘Yes, of course.’

‘Anyway, I’m going to order a few items. They should be here by the weekend; I can surprise you then.’

‘Have you put the heating up? It feels damned hot this evening.’

‘Just tweaked it up a bit; it’s going to snow again tonight.’

The bell rang. ‘Are we expecting anyone? Probably bloody carol singers again!’

‘Would you get it, darling? I’m just off to change.’

He opened the door. A young woman wearing a white fur coat stood there in the dark. It took a moment for him to recognise her. ‘Laetitia! How wonderful!’ A flurry of snow blew past her. ‘Hey, come straight into the warm.’ She came inside and he shut the door. ‘What on earth are you doing here?’

‘I’ve brought some samples for Madam.’

‘Oh, right … may I take your coat?’

‘Thank you, sir.’ She turned as she loosened the coat and put down her bag. He caught the coat as she let it slide from her bare shoulders, and there she was, wearing nothing but her shoes and long black gloves. Now he knew why his wife had turned up the thermostat. She turned to face him. ‘If Sir would show me to the Fitting Room.’ She seemed a little breathless; her outstanding breasts rose and fell, then jiggled as she dipped to retrieve her bag.

‘Oh. My wife must have told you about the dressing room.’

‘Yes, sir, the Fitting Room; that is where she should be.’

‘It’s upstairs … after you.’ Following Laetitia’s gorgeously bare body up the stairs left nothing to his imagination, her round, smooth bottom rolling around her dark pussy. He was very aroused, but strangely nervous.

‘So those are samples for Madam to try on?’

‘Yes, sir, and she has also ordered something for you to try on too.’

They entered the fitting room. His wife waited there, naked. He felt the odd one out with all his clothes on, but it didn’t last long. Both women helped him undress.

‘Oh!’ gasped Laetitia as he sprang into view.

‘Don’t worry, Laetitia dear.’ Madam held him lovingly. ‘He’s nothing to be afraid of.’

His wife took him in her mouth, her hands holding his lower shaft and balls. Laetitia approached, offering her superb tits. He reached out and fondled them as his wife sucked.

Laetitia pressed against him and he took the brown tip of a creamy breast into his mouth. She sighed deeply.

He sampled her other breast, then came up for air. ‘So what did you bring for me to try on?’

His wife pointed his readiness up at the girl. Laetitia turned coyly away and bent forward, presenting her beautiful bottom to him. Then she backed up until the glistening tip of him touched her, and spread her lips.

‘Me, sir.’