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Her Name Is Hedda free porn video
Her name is Hedda, and she is German. Not that that is important, but she
looks German. She is tall and strong. She wears her red hair in a tight
bun, and though certainly not necessary, she wears shoulder pads under
her jacket to accentuate her strength. And she is beautiful.
"You find me quite attractive, James?"
"Excuse me?"
"You keep staring at me. I assumed you find me quite attractive and can't
seem to keep your eyes off of me?" she stated matter of factly.
"I'm sorry, Hedda. I apologize for staring at you. I'll try not to do it
again."
"I am not offended. I find it pleasant that you enjoy my beauty. And I
don't want you to stop, so stare away."
Wow! She is a strong woman. She wasn't blushing when she said that. It's
like she knows she is a beautiful woman and likes the idea that men find
her attractive. She sits across from me in a cubical at work. And she is
a tease. She'll cross her legs and show a touch of her slip or the top of
her stockings, knowing that I'll be looking.
"It's a pretty color, light blue. Do you like it?" she asks, talking
about the slip she knows I see and lifts her pleated skirt a little more
so I can enjoy the view. "I love the pretty lace on this slip. And it
coordinates with my panties and bra. I think that's important that a
woman coordinate her lingerie with her outerwear." She sees me squirming
in my chair; my erection is a little difficult to hide and she just
smiles and pulls her skirt down and turns back toward her desk.
My days have been like this for the past week. I complimented Hedda on
Monday by telling her that she looked absolutely radiant and that the
dress she was wearing brought out the blue in her eyes. I also told her
that I liked the perfume she was wearing. I even recognized the brand,
and I think I made the mistake of telling her the name.
"How did you know the name brand my perfume?" she asked, eyebrows raised.
"I asked one of the other ladies in the office if they knew the name of
the perfume, because I wanted to purchase something for you as an apology
gift for staring at you all the time."
"How cute, you wanting to purchase a perfume. Maybe I'll take you
shopping with me and watch you buy some perfume. How silly you'd look in
the cosmetics department, buying women's perfume. Maybe I could get you
to buy me some stockings, or a pretty bra and panty set. Wouldn't that be
fun?"
I blushed but didn't object to the idea. How awesome would it be to go
lingerie shopping with Hedda? She'd make comments like this every day.
She'd see me staring and then bend over to pick up a pencil or something,
again allowing me to look down at her breasts. She wore the most colorful
of bras, and they looked expensive, lacy and totally feminine. She'd
whisper in my ear that her panties were just as pretty and maybe I'd like
to see them too. Again, I'd be squirming in my chair.
On Friday, most of work was done and Hedda 'accidently' bumped into her
desk, putting a run in her pantyhose. She winked at me as she walked to
our director's desk, asking permission to run to the store and pick up
another pair of pantyhose. She asked that I be allowed to join her.
Apparently our director thought this was funny and allowed me to
accompany her on her trip to the store to purchase some pantyhose. She
walked by my desk and grabbed my hand, then picked up her purse at her
desk and out the door we went.
The mall was only a few blocks away and Hedda parked near the Nordstrom
department store. "I purchase all my lingerie at this store," she
commented. "And they sell my perfume brand here. "
We went into the store and she directed me to go up to the makeup counter
and ask to purchase the Lanc?me ' De L'Orangerie while she went to the
hosiery department to get some new stockings.
The woman at the cosmetics counter treated me like I was gay, knowing the
name brand I wanted. She sprayed a touch on my wrist and told me it was
perfect! I told her it wasn't for me but for a gift for a lady friend.
"Sure, right, whatever."
She packaged the perfume bottle in a little pink bag and told me to enjoy
the scent.
I found Hedda in the lingerie department picking through some panties and
bras. She held up the package of pantyhose and then informed me that she
thought some new panties and bras would be nice and asked if I'd mind
helping her shop about a bit. She'd hold up some panties and ask me for
my advice. She noticed the perfume smell and asked why I was wearing her
scent.
"The woman at the cosmetics counter sprayed my arm."
"Whatever, you smell lovely, dear. Do you think these panties are pretty?
They have that same lace as that slip I showed you the other day." She
held the panties close to my face and then showed me the bra. She
informed me that she was a C size cup and asked if I knew what that
meant.
"Of course, I do. I wasn't born yesterday, you know!"
She turned her body and asked if I thought she was a C cup size or
larger. Now I didn't exactly know how I would have determined that by
just looking.
"Maybe you'd like to measure my bust size?"
"Not here!" I stammered.
Hedda motioned for the sales lady to come and started walking toward the
dressing room. "James and I would like to measure me for a bra. He
doesn't believe that I'm a C bust. Would you mind terribly if he enters
the dressing room while you measure me for a new bra?"
"Of course not, Miss. It would be my, our, pleasure to measure you for a
new bra." She proceeded to tell Hedda about the advantages of this bra
that Hedda carried into the dressing room while I followed them in. Hedda
took off her blouse in front of me and the sales woman removed her
measuring tape, allowing me to stand close enough to watch. Needless to
say, Hedda has a wonderful bust line. She didn't need to remove the bra
she was wearing but the saleswoman suggested it 'to get a more accurate
reading.' I wasn't going to complain. I stood there in total amazement as
Hedda removed her bra and showed me her lovely pert breasts.
"Stare away, James. You can't seem to take your eyes off of me, so you
might as well see the whole package." She started taking off her skirt
and asked the sales woman for some scissors to remove the tag from the
new panties she was going to purchase. She also opened a package of the
hose and sat to remove her old panties and slip on the new ones. They
were a very feminine light pink with a lace trim and tummy panel. She
didn't hide anything from me. When she sat down, she spread her legs a
bit and opened herself up that I might see the beauty between her legs.
"Pretty, isn't it?" she asked.
She handed me her old panties. "Hold these for me, dear," she asked
nicely. She handed me her old bra next, asking again that I might hold
her lingerie, 'just for a bit.'
The breast measurement was confirmed as a C cup size, and the sales woman
showed me the measurement and the table on how to determine cup sizes. I
watched as Hedda put on her new bra, dropped her white full slip over her
body, then put on the blouse and skirt.
"Now that you've seen me totally, James, It's your turn." Hedda turned to
the sales woman and informed her that she wanted to know my bust and bra
size.
"Take off your shirt, James," Hedda demanded. "And your pants as well.
I've shown you all of mine. It's your turn. "
I hesitantly removed my clothes and placed them on a small stool in the
dressing room. I even had to remove my underwear and stood there naked as
the sales woman measured my chest for a bra. She showed the measurement
to Hedda and they giggled a bit.
"James, If you're uncomfortable standing there naked, why don't you put
on my old panties. I'll bet you'd like that, wouldn't you? Since you're
wearing my perfume, you might as well wear a pair of my panties."
I didn't want to argue, so I sat and slid Hedda's panties up my leg. My
penis jumped to attention as the lacy pink feminine nylon material
brushed against it. Fortunately it also had a lacy tummy control panel
that pressed my penis up against my body and did well to hide my
engorgement. I heard the sales woman whisper to Hedda, "I think he likes
them!"
The sales woman had me stand and turn so that she could clasp Hedda's old
bra onto me. "The cups are way too large, James, but the bra coordinates
so well with your panties, and it'd be a shame not to wear such a pretty
bra with your new panties."
This is how Hedda got me into her panties. Apparently she's a bit of a
lesbian and gets a kick out of dressing guys up and pretending they're
girls. I guess this is my punishment for staring at Hedda. I dressed as
Hedda and the sales woman watched. They complimented me on my tummy
control brief and told me not to worry about my 'new' bra showing under
my shirt. I wear a tee-shirt under my dress shirt so I wasn't too
concerned. I did notice that my pants slid up my body much easier and I
think I looked a little trimmer. Hedda made her purchases and we walked
out to her car.
"James, did you lose weight?" my director asked me when we walked back
into the office. Hedda and she laughed a bit and walked away talking. I
just went back to my desk and started working. The afternoon was long,
but I was comfortable in my new panties. The bra was a bit uncomfortable
but Hedda told me that when we bought a bra with the proper cup size, I
wouldn't notice a thing.
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