Three of my girlfriends and I were without boyfriends at the time, so we decided to go to the prom together, without dates. It was late April, and my friend Julie and I hadn’t yet decided what dresses to wear, so we went to the mall to go shopping.
Julie is one of my best friends, but we are almost complete opposites. She’s 5’5″ with shoulder length sandy blonde hair and light freckles. I’m about two inches taller than Julie and have long wavy brown hair, green eyes, and am blessed with really big, firm breasts. Because of my huge tits, buying dresses can sometimes be difficult.
Julie found some elegant, long gowns at Bergman’s. I could tell she was going to be a while and these dresses were not my style, so I told her I was going to look around and that I’d meet her back here in an hour. I strolled down to Grey’s and there in the display window was an incredible dress. I walked in and was met by a sales woman.
“I saw you admiring the red gown. Would you like to try it on?” she asked. She was older, probably around 30, and very pretty. I was impressed with her attention to me and accepted. “Go on in the dressing room,” she said, pointing the way. “I’ll bring in the dress.”
I opened the door to the large room and sat down to remove my shoes. I had unbuttoned my top and was just about to slip it off when the sales woman came in, carrying the dress. “Hmm, what a beautiful figure you have.” she said. “I may need to help you get fitted, though, because this is a sleeveless dress and you are so well endowed. But don’t worry, a little help is all you need.” She smiled and hung the dress on the back of the door.
I was a bit self-conscious but her friendliness made me feel pretty comfortable so I finished taking off my shirt and slipped out of my jeans. I had worn a favorite set of bra and panties that day: see through pink pearl panties with a demi cup bra. I had gotten the set for my last boyfriend and he loved the way my big nipples popped over the top of the bra. He had loved to slide his hand into my top and pull my giant titties out to get a suck whenever he was visiting my house for dinner and my mom stepped out of the room. The thrill from that kind of public display and the trouble I could get into always excited me. So when I saw the sales woman looking at me the way he used to, I felt a quiver of nervous excitement.
“You’re so lovely, dear. This dress is going to look beautiful on you.” She took the dress off the hanger and asked me to turn to face the mirror. “See”, she said, holding the dress in front of me, “you’re going to be a knockout! Now, you hold the dress while I unfasten you.”
At first I was shocked as she unhooked the back of my bra. Then, as I watched in the mirror, she slipped the straps of the bra off my shoulders. I let the dress drop into one hand and as it did my bra slid down, exposing my breasts. She stood closely behind me and in the reflection I saw her drinking in my body with her eyes. She saw me watching her and smiled. She placed my bra on a hook and said, “Now, let’s get you into this dress.”
I stepped into the beautiful silk and she adjusted the dress from behind. She had picked the perfect size, but as usual, the top was too tight. As she appraised me in the mirror she saw my distress and said, “Why don’t you lean forward and I’ll show you how to make this work.” By bending over at the waist, my breasts practically popped out the dress, giving me incredible cleavage. As I stood admiring the look she had given me, I noticed that my right boob needed to come out a bit more to be perfectly even. “You’re right,” she said, “bend over again so I can fix that.”
This time, as I leaned over, the sales woman held the back of my dress with her left hand and cupped my right breast with her other hand. She pushed my boob up slightly and when I stood up to see the result I was amazed. I was only seventeen, but in this knockout dress I looked absolutely glamorous.
“Why don’t we set you up with the perfect stockings, as well,” she said. “My name, by the way, is Monica. I’ll be right back.”
While Monica was out getting the stockings, I checked myself out from every view in the mirror. The dress had a slit up one side that went halfway up my thigh. Thrilled with how great I looked I began to pose in the mirror. I had my ass to the mirror and was checking myself out from behind when Monica opened the door. “If you think you look good now, just wait until you see yourself with these on!”
She held up two thigh high stockings and instructed me to lift up my right foot so she could put them on, one at a time. She kneeled in front of me and and began to slip the stockings up both legs. When they were both on I turned to look in the mirror while she ran her hands up and down my legs to smooth them. Her touch was so soft that I could feel my pussy get wet immediately. Our eyes locked in the mirror and I felt her hand reach up to my ass.
“You are so incredibly sexy,” she said as her fingers slid under my panties and caressed my soaking wet pussy. “Ooh, and you’re so wet. I think you are very beautiful. I’m going to touch you some more, OK?”
My heart was racing but I was too excited to stop her. “Yes, yes,” I said as she plunged a finger into my pussy. We locked eyes in the mirror and as she stroked first one, then two fingers inside of me, her other hand came up and tugged the front of my dress down. Both big titties popped right out of the dress and bounced in front of the mirror. “Oh I have to have those.”
She stood up and turned me around to face her. She was my height, and quite pretty. Her lips were big and puffy and I immediately leaned forward and kissed her. She pulled me to her then and placed both hands on my breasts, kneading them. She then leaned down and began to suck on the big nipples. She took one at a time into her mouth, sucking the nipples using her tongue, getting them big and hard. Then she squeezed both tits together and sucked on both at one time. The feeling was so intense that I thrust my hips toward her instinctively, praying that she would touch my pussy again.
She kept one hand on my boob, pinching the nipple so hard, and pushed the dress back. I still had my undies on, so she pulled them to one side and used her fingers to split my pussy lips. Still squeezing my titty, she began to lick my pussy, flickering her tongue on my clit. I had never felt anything so good in my life. I had to get my panties off to feel more of her beautiful face in my pussy. She smiled up at me and yanked them down. As I stepped out of them she forced my legs apart and again licked my clit. I positioned myself over her and felt one hand fingering my soaking wet cunt while the other hand grabbed my ass. She then moved her hand from my ass to mouth, sticking in a finger for me to suck on. Once it was good and wet she spread my ass cheeks apart and began to slowly finger my asshole.
I had never had anyone touch my ass like that and I moaned with obvious pleasure. “Mmm, if you like that you’ll love this.” With that she plunged her finger completely up my butthole, fucking it hard. I leaned into her mouth and she lapped my pussy and sucked my clit until my breathing became fast and hard. She clamped her mouth down on my pussy and thrust a second finger up my ass as I came in her mouth. When I finally finished she stood up and pinched my titties again. She squeezed them hard and kissed me again, letting me taste my juices on her lips.
“Oh my God, that was incredible,” I gasped.
“You’re incredible,” she said with a smile. “Why don’t you get dressed and I’ll take the clothes to the register for you.”
I pulled off the stockings and dress, standing naked in front of her. “Please at least let me touch you once”, I pleaded.
She saw how horny I still was and pulled open her top. I quickly
unclasped the front of her bra, dying to see her breasts. They were full with perfect p
ink nipples. I hungrily sucked one into my mouth, dying with pleasure. As I started for the other one, she stopped me, saying, “We have to stop now, my supervisor will wonder what I’ve been doing for so long.”
I disappointedly released her and we both got dressed. As I paid for the dress at the counter, she handed me her card. “I hope you’ll think of me and come again,” she said with a smile.
“Oh, I will!”