black-haired beauty had pale skin and freckles lightly dusting her nose. Her eyes were narrow and her breasts small, her legs long. She wore a loose top that hung open almost to her belly button and a skirt slit up the side to her hip. Every move she made provided me a flash of smooth fair skin.
From my previous four stops I'd learned to get to the point.
“Hi, my name is David. I need an outfit for my wife, sexy but not slutty, some cleavage and leg, tight but not too tight.”
“Hi David, I'm Stacey. I think I got it; if you ran into your parents she might blush but not be humiliated.”
I smiled. “Well said. Yes, exactly.”
I gave her Tiff's measurements and showed her some pictures on my phone. Her eyebrows went up.
“Wow,” she teased. “What a babe. She's a little busty for our store but I have some ideas.”
Stacey moved from rack to rack collecting articles of clothing. Her flashes of skin got to me, and I'm pretty sure she knew what she did. We reviewed her choices and I rejected a few and then she offered to try on the remaining for me. Of course I accepted. The mall was slow and this store especially so. I doubted we'd be bothered. She stepped into a dressing room and emerged shortly after, looking amazing.
She plucked at the front of the blouse. “Now, your wife will fill this much more than me. More like this.” She pulled the fabric away as if a bosom swelled it and when she did I saw her entire pert breast including a glorious pink puffy nipple. I played it cool so she just held it open like that. Today was a good day. I had her turn, picturing the outfit on Tiffany, and ran my eyes all over this hot girl's body. Goddamn. God-Damn!
Stacey disappeared into the dressing room again, reappearing minutes later wearing a new outfit. Too much skin was covered and I said so and Stacey tried again. We both knew what she did but we both played it cool.
The next outfit stopped me.
“Wow. WOW. ”
Stacey giggled and acted slightly embarrassed.
“Thank you, David. Have we found our outfit?”
The green fabric was loose but static made it cling to every curve. Stacey's body was revealed to me like she wore a coat of paint, and she stunned. I honestly had trouble forming words and Stacey giggled again.
“I wish I did that to my boyfriend,” she chuckled.
“Stacey, you're gorgeous. You should buy this dress.”
“Too expensive and no place to wear it, David. Will it work for Tiffany? Again, picture much bigger boobs than mine.”
She once more pulled the fabric away from her chest, revealing a lovely breast.
I nodded slowly, ogling every square inch of the beautiful girl. “It will, Stacey, thank you. Well done.”
She beamed. When she moved to the dressing room she left the drape partially open and I saw her nude from head to toe. We avoided each other’s eyes, keeping the entire thing innocent and blameless, but I burned her into my memories forever. She dressed in her original clothing and emerged, placing the dress at the sales counter.
“Now shoes,” she said.
I left an hour later and Tiffany had everything she'd need. I took Stacey's card and entered her info in my phone. The girl knew fashion and was so easy on the eyes, I figured why not make her my regular salesgirl?
I got home before Tiffany and laid the dress and shoes out along with all the accessories. The open back meant Tiff could wear no bra but would most likely insist on panties, so I purchased a tiny pair of green lace that matched the dress. Of course, I'd prefer no panties and the dress was so clingy no panties would work best, but baby-steps, right?
When Tiff saw it she flipped.
“Oh my God, David, I love it. How did you do this?”
“Determination and will-power.” I left Stacey out of it.
She hastened to put it on and then stood before the mirror. She looked incredible. Stacey had been right about the breasts and Tiff's cleavage looked amazing. I also saw a slight amount of under-boob and side boob