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The Bra Fitting Clinic
By Ricky
Twilight was gathering on a cool spring evening as I jogged
past the small women's clothing shop once again. I had just
moved into town, a boy fresh from college with a new job
and a new apartment. In the window were two mannequins clad
only in corsets and a sign saying "Bra fitting clinic
today". It was closing in only a few minutes, so it was now
or never and I went inside. The clerk was a middle aged
woman who had an almost motherly air, but her figure and
style were anything but motherly.
"Uh, I wanted to see about a bra fitting?" I said
tentatively.
The woman glanced quickly at my left hand and said, "Of
course, is your girlfriend free tomorrow?"
Crunch time was here, so I gathered my courage and said,
"Actually, I was hoping to be fitted myself." There, I'd
said it!
She smiled and said, "That's no problem at all. Just let me
close a few minutes early so you won't be embarrassed if
someone else comes in. I always enjoy helping a man find
the right clothes to express his femininity."
She quickly went through the routines of closing while I
nervously examined the merchandise, then led me to a back
room. There were more bras, corsets and teddies on display
than I had ever seen, mirrors on the walls and several
comfortable chairs and couches scattered about the room.
She invited me to sit down and seated herself beside me.
"Have you ever been fitted for a bra before?" she asked.
She was so matter of fact, so encouraging that I soon found
myself telling her that I had only tried on my mother's
clothes a few times but they didn't fit me at all. I had
always had the urge to dress in girl's clothes just to see
what it would be like.
She took my hand and said, "So now you're worried you are
the only man who ever wanted to wear a bra but you can't
help yourself. Don't worry love, we have quite a few men
who are regular customers, it's not all that unusual."
She stood up and asked me to take off my sweatshirt and
soon I could feel the warmth of her body on my back as she
wrapped a tape measure around my chest. Her hands sending a
shiver up my spine as she cinched the tape around me.
"Hmmm, size 40. Let's start with something basic, then you
can try on some of the exotic models. Since you don't come
naturally equipped, you have your choice of cup size. With
your frame I'd think a C cup would be best. We have a
complete line of artificial breasts, you know."
I didn't know, I had come in on impulse, to scratch an itch
in myself that wouldn't go away. Once again my back felt
her warmth as she drew the bra over my outstretched arms
and she snapped it closed.
"You want the bra band to be just comfortably tight around
your body, and the straps adjusted to just hold the weight
of your breasts."
It was comfortable all right; I was in heaven feeling the
elastic pressure around me. Moments later I felt her
breasts pressed against me as she reached over and filled
the cups with the artificial breasts. As I watched in the
mirror her hands slid over my body, settling the bra in
place, running trails of fire over my shoulders as she
adjusted the straps.
"You want to adjust the straps so they hold the weight of
your forms comfortably, there should be just a bit of
pressure on your chest when they're right."
She cupped her hands around my newly acquired boobs and
bounced them up and down to demonstrate, and I realized my
bra cups were not the only thing being filled up. My cock
was quickly filling my shorts as this lovely woman caressed
my body.
"Would you like to try on some panties and stockings? I
think you would look very good in them."
Of course I wanted to, but my now erect boner would be a
bit of a problem. I felt her hands around my waist as she
once again plied her measuring tape. Her hand brushed my
member through my sweats and she murmured in my ear:
"Don't worry about that either, dear, it's a common
reaction to wearing a bra for the first time. Would you
like me to help you get it under control?"
Her hands slipped under the elastic at my waist and began
to caress my cock. I looked in the mirror and saw myself
standing there with a bra around my chest, my pants around
my ankles and a woman I didn't know around my body stroking
my cock as she kissed my back. I had never felt better in
my life!
"Perhaps you had better sit down, dear, I wouldn't want you
to fall over."
She seated me on one of the soft chairs and began to suck
my swollen member. I spread my legs wide and leaned back
into the chair, savoring the weight of my breasts as she
began to eat my prick. Her fingers played over my dangling
balls, her tongue danced up and down my shaft as it pointed
to the ceiling. I closed my eyes and felt her mouth cover
my glans with it's moist heat, felt her sucking gently to
draw out my waiting cream. Her nails stroked my thighs as
she took my manhood deeper into her throat, wet ecstasy
slithering down my shaft, then slowly drawing back up
again.
She reached up to cup her hand over my new bra, sending
shivers of pleasure through me as she continued to suck my
dong. That was all it took, I erupted in her mouth at her
touch on my bra, spurting cream as these new and wonderful
sensations washed over me. I opened my eyes and saw her
smiling at me, a small trickle of white cream dripping down
her chin as she grinned.
"I hope you don't think I do this with all my customers,
but you looked so inviting I'm just plain horny. I think
men who dress up are so sexy! Would you like to try on some
other things?"
A silly question, that. "Sure, but I need a guide to know
what to wear."
I reached out and undid the buttons on her blouse, exposing
her bra to my view. I ran my fingers lightly over the edge
of the cup where her creamy tits were exposed, stroking her
flesh tenderly. Cupping her breast in my hand I repeated
her gesture of making sure the straps were properly
adjusted, feeling the firm, yielding flesh quiver in my
fingers. Her nipples were plainly visible through the thin
fabric of the cup, dark, brown, inviting circles under the
pure white of the halter that surrounded the sharply
outlined mounds of her nipples. I took them in my hands and
squeezed gently, watching her face suffuse with delight.
I drew her upward, sliding her blouse over her shoulders
where it fluttered to the floor, her skirt soon joined it.
She wore only simple white panties under the shear mesh of
her pantyhose and I wondered idly why someone with the
riches to be found in this store chose to dress so simply.
Oh well, perhaps when bra and panties are everyday garments
they have less appeal than they do to someone like me. I
was dying to try on the panties and hose, but there was a
willing woman in front of me who demanded my attention
first.
I turned her around, leaning her back until her weight was
pressed against my bra and began to play with her nipples.
I was entranced as I watched us in the mirror, her body
reacting as I caressed her tits, nibbling on her earlobe
and murmuring meaningless words into her ear as I caressed
her. Reaching down I began to gently stroke her crotch,
feeling her react to my hands with enthusiasm, pressing her
sex into my hand and grinding her hips against me. I found
her clit through the layers of fabric and began to
concentrate on it, feeling her pleasure as I stroked her. I
could feel her body tensing, leaning her full weight
against me as she rose to her gratification. She was
moaning and grinding into me with vigor now, and I strove
mightily to keep my hand over her clit as I burnished her
aching crotch until she at last came with a shudder. I
supported her by crotch and tits as the tremors ran through
her body, setting up smaller quakes of pleasure in the
quivering inserts of my own bra. I sat down in the chair
behind me, holding her on my lap as she recovered, gently
running my hands over her body as she came back to earth.
With a sigh she said, "That was lovely, thank you. Just
hold me minute more, then we can try on some clothes."
So I held her for a little while and then we got up. It was
a wonderland of riches, I got to try on all the things I
had dreamed of wearing, teddies, corsets, panties,
stockings, wigs. She taught me how to cheat when I put a
bra on by myself (you snap it up in front then spin it
around), how to figure out what sizes I wore, told me about
matching colors and styles. Her hands roamed freely over my
body as she fitted and fussed, and I was only too glad to
help her into a few interesting garments.
My budget wouldn't cover all that I wanted to buy, but just
had to have those wonderful breast forms. With a wicked
grin she said it was time to try on the "naughty
collection" and handed me a couple of pieces of black
froth. They turned out to be a nightgown and crotchless
panties, which left my semi-hard dong free to dangle. She
wore the same outfit in red, and one look was enough to
buck up the old cock to full length.
Kneeling she lifted the black foam around me and once again
began to minister to my manhood. Damn, she was good! I was
soon fucking her mouth while the filmy nightgown swirled
around my body. I pulled out of her mouth and positioned
myself behind her as she kneeled in front of the mirror.
Her tits hung down invitingly as she raised her ass in
anticipation, so I lifted the red nylon out of the way and
drove my dick into the gap between her crotchless panties.
I had never been so hard, never been so aware of my manhood
as when I watched me fucking her in the mirror with both of
us dressed in naughty nightgowns. She was wet and willing,
slamming her ass back into my cock with vigor. I could see
her tits swinging, track the waves created as our bodies
met as they ran through her ample ass. My dick hung
uncovered in the air at the entrance to her dripping snatch
for a moment before I plunged it once again into her hot,
dark hole once again.
I was a piston, a hammer, a riveting machine as I slammed
my meat into her. I could see her raising her head to watch
us in the mirror as I screwed her, a smile on her face as
she urged me to fuck her harder. I did, ramming my rod up
her wide open hole until at last my balls tightened and I
filled her with spunk, blasting stream after stream of cum
deep in her until I could do no more. I knelt there with my
spent stick still buried in her while watching us in the
mirror.
I pulled out at last and rolled her over on the floor. For
all my efforts she had still to reach her climax, so I
buried my head in her crotch. I could taste her womanly
wetness mixed with the salt of my own sperm, and eagerly
began to clean her snatch, running my tongue over the
slippery skin of her sex. Each time I traversed her clit
she gave a cry and her hips rose, but I wanted to make her
pleasure last. I drove my tongue into her slit, wiggling
and slithering all over her. I reached up and caressed her
nipples, then brought my hand down to insert my finger into
her cunt. I played with her g-spot, traced lacy patterns
around her lips and nibbled on her clit, feeling her
tension build.
At last she could stand no more, so I covered her love knob
with my mouth and began to lick and suck for all I was
worth. She came with a scream, bucking under my mouth as I
rode her desperately. Over and over her hips rose and her
body twisted as orgasm washed her from end to end. At last
she lay quiet, and a look in the mirror revealed two
satiated people coated in nylon forth.
It was time to go, I donned my new underclothes under my
sweats and took the rest home in a bag. This weekend she is
coming over to help me dress in my new clothes and take me
out to see the town. I can hardly wait.
Jo
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