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EXCITING LINGERIE FITTINGS

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I used to go to an exclusive lingerie store for very sexy panties and bras. The same elderly sales lady, Myrna, usually helped me try on things, and I used to think she enjoyed it because she always stared at my breasts and nipples. One time I was trying on bras, and she stepped into the dressing room with me. She commented on the fit of the bra, and her hand reached up and she began stroking the very thin fabric on the outside of each breast, commenting on the good fit. It appeared innocent enough, but it was turning me on as she could see by my nipples, which were hardening and sticking out from the bra. She kept rubbing each cup then got quiet and began to stroke across my nipples. Naturally, they became even harder and stood way out. She said she had the perfect panties to match and left the dressing room, returning with a pair of silky lace panties. She told me to slip into them, and left again. I wondered if she'd return, as I stepped into the panties, and I stroked my pussy lips a few times since I was so turned on. I'd just finished pulling up the panties when she returned. We both looked at me in the full-length mirror and she said they were lovely. Then, she stood behind me, looking over my shoulder at both of us in the mirror ... and her hands came from behind and began to straighten the bra, again. She rested her free hand on my shoulder, and I stood very still watching my super hard nipples and feeling the fabric rubbing across them. Her eyes were glued to them, too.She then said, "Let's see how these fit," and she moved her hand down and all around my abdomen, and down over my crotch, briskly sliding her hand back and forth. I was so hot that without thinking I parted my legs a bit so that her hand could reach more of my pussy. She stood there behind me, with one hand on my waist, and her right hand coming around and stroking my pussy. She had to pull me against her to be able to reach. I leaned back against her, and let it happen ... that brought me right up to an orgasm ... and she knew just how to stroke over my clit through the silky panties. Her fingertip pressed between my pussy lips while the other fingertips stroked the top of my vulva -- then, would move back and forth almost shaking my pussy from side to side while her fingertip circled my clit. It felt so wonderful through the silk crotch that had started to stick to me with my moisture.My head was arched back as I felt my orgasm approaching. She suddenly slid her hand tight against my whole pussy, held it still a moment, then began jerking her hand very fast, back and forth right across my clit. I was gasping and coming and jerking my hips back and forth against her hard hand that would not stop moving. My legs weakened and I almost slid down to the floor.But, she held me around the waist and steadied me against her. I had one of the longest orgasms I've ever had. She kept me cumming as her hand rode out each spasm with fast strokes over my clit. It went on and on until I couldn't catch my breath and she finally stopped and held her hand still, pressed hard against my pussy. She didn't move until I was slouched against her, ready to drop, and my pussy was pounding and jerking on its own, as my spasms faded away, leaving me so sensitive to her touch. Afterwards, I sat on the built in seat to catch my breath, after she left the booth.I couldn't stop thinking about her and masturbated wearing panties several times, until I finally decided to go back to the shop. I didn't see her when I first entered, but asked for her. I chose some panties and slips to try on. I had decided to strip naked, since I felt so sexy, and was just dying to 'tease' her. I had just slipped into a pair of lacy panties with an open crotch, and was putting on one of the slips, when she came into the dressing room.She greeted me with a big smile, and I ignored her, looking at myself in the mirror and adjusting the slip. My full breasts could be seen underneath the lacy slip top, and my nipples were already poking out through the lace. I softly stroked my nipples, then slid my hands down the rest of the slip over my stomach and hips, and began to pose, a bit.I watched her while I teased her. She stood very still, eyes riveted on my breasts, then watching my hips as I moved them forward and casually slid my own hand over my pussy mound several times. She watched as I put one foot up on the bench seat, exposing my open pussy through the slit crotch of the panties. I stared at my pussy in the mirror and smiled a bit. My fingers stroked gracefully, and I could sense Myrna was barely breathing. I loved teasing her, and this was the very first time I'd ever teased a woman. It was VERY erotic and was bringing me to an orgasm very fast.Finally, she said she'd like to check the crotch of the panties to make sure they weren't "pulling" anywhere. I sat on the bench, and put one foot up on the seat while the other stretched straight on the floor, opening up my legs quite wide, and exposing my crotch nicely. Feeling the cool air on my pussy made me tingle even more, but I refrained from touching it.She immediately kneeled between my legs, and began fingering the fabric over my crotch. Her other hand pressed against the inside of my thigh up high into the crease of my leg. She pulled that hand back a bit, which had the effect of pulling open my vagina and her other hand continued to work its way into the opening of the panty's crotch. Her finger delicately stroked the hood of my clit, and had just made one circle around it when I reached down and removed her hand. I told her to stand "over there" and indicated a far corner in the booth, and she stood up immediately and backed up into the corner.I took over the stroking of my pussy and masturbated while she watched from the corner. My hips did the jerking dance quite on their own as I felt my orgasm begin. It hit deep and hard, and I knew just how to keep them coming for two glorious orgasms that left me breathless as I leaned back against the mirror.Myrna quickly knelt next to me and her expert hands gently began to work me up, again. The first orgasmic spasm hit deep and hard and became one long one. She kept the jerking spasms coming strong with every push into my clit - until my vision almost faded from lack of breath. She finished with a very hard and fast circular motion, pulling my whole pussy around with her hand, very quickly, then pressing in hard against me. Again, I couldn't catch my breath or speak. Again, afterwards, at home, I had many hours of pleasure masturbating to the memory, and was able to give myself orgasms almost as good and long has she had. And, again, I couldn't stand it any longer and returned to the store. She wasn't there. In fact, she'd retired. I did everything I could to get her phone number, but the store would not give me any information on her. I asked them to contact her for me and left my information, but I didn't hear from her. Several years went by, during which I frequently masturbated to the erotic memories Myrna had provided. When I married, I shared my Myrna experiences with my husband, and they never failed to make him wildly horny and always resulted in a deep and thorough pounding into my pussy that caused a wild kind of orgasm. Then, as I entered Wal-Mart one afternoon with a friend, I turned my head and suddenly saw her. She looked older and had gray hair, and she had just pushed a shopping basket out in front of us, saying, "Welcome to Wal-Mart." I just kept staring at her, ignoring my friend. Finally, Myrna lifted her head and saw me staring at her."Well, hello, Myrna" I said with a big smile. "It's nice to see you again." She looked a bit puzzled. "I don't know if you remember me, but it was years ago when you used to help me at the lingerie shop.Her whole face changed, and she looked very surprised. In fact, she looked a bit worried. I had begun to walk on to catch up with my friend, and Myrna continued to look after me, still looking somewhat alarmed. It bothered me greatly.I was in the jewelry department looking at watches when I saw her again. She was on the other side of the display case looking at me over the floor cases. She smiled and nodded, and I did the same and went back to my shopping. I had decided it was best to just drop it. A few moments later, I sensed someone next to me and heard her voice, "Could we chat for a few minutes?""Sure," I said, "where?""Over coffee in the snack area," she looked at me and said, "I think I remember you -- it was your daughter, wasn't it?""Pardon me," I asked?"That summer, it was your daughter that complained to the manager about me. Wasn't that your daughter?""No, I don't have a daughter," I said.She frowned. "Oh? Oh. I see. I'm sorry, but you look so familiar.""You used to help me with the fitting of the lingerie I'd buy."Now her face definitely changed and her mouth opened a bit. "Oh, I see. Yes." She smiled again. I reached out and hugged her. "Don't worry, I won't say a thing."She looked very relieved. I hugged her again and said, "Besides, I loved it and came back. You were gone. I was so disappointed. I really enjoyed your -- ah, fittings."She leaned back and looked at me. "Now, don't get mad, but I'm trying to remember which one you were. I think I almost have it.""Were there a lot?""A lot? Of ladies, you mean? Oh, yes! I had regular customers return all the time. I helped them all with -- their -- ah fittings and purchases.""I see. And, they came back for more?" and I winked quickly at her."Yes. They were customers for many years. I'll never know what they did with all those bras and things." She shook her head, smiling."Well .... I can understand. I was devastated when they told me you'd retired.""I didn't retire. I was let go. A young girl told the manager that I'd touched her inappropriately. And, they refused to believe a word of mine. I was released right away.""Oh, no! I'm so sorry.""Here's the funny part. I never did touch her. She wanted me to ... she'd push out her chest right in front of me and she'd touch herself. She wanted me to touch her, but I didn't do it. I just had a funny feeling, and I wouldn't touch her. I guess it made her mad."Myrna looked closely at me, then at my hand I'd kept on her arm. She looked back into my eyes, and I watched her expression change into a smile."You know, I do remember you. It was you that I remembered the most after I was let go. I was too embarrassed to even look for another job. I was so sure that the shop would give me a terrible recommendation and say something about what had happened. I thought everyone knew and I was so ashamed. So, I just stayed at home -- and I remembered you, and a few others." She smiled in a very coy way.I smiled back at her. In a very low, whisper, I said, "It took a few years for the memory to fade. I, sort of, kept it alive a very long time."This brought a smile to her face. "I'm glad to know that."We hugged again -- this time for just a bit longer. Here she was, the same woman who gave me the most exquisite orgasms, and the longest and the most, in one afternoon. She changed my life. My body seemed to crave them, after that - fast and often. I'd masturbate any way or anywhere I could. In public restrooms in the booths, in my office at work with the door locked, in my car, and even in theaters. I once masturbated in my backyard on a lawn swing while my neighbor next door watched over the fence. When I noticed him, it made me twice as hot, and that started a new fun time and love of exhibitionism as I would masturbate wherever he might see me, either through a window or outside. And, he was always hanging around outside, too. But, that's another story for another time.I learned Myrna had been widowed early in life, and she'd missed her husband very much. I shared with her that I also lost my husband a few years ago. It was hard for her after her husband's death. She had enjoyed their sex life but did meet other men after her husband died. She didn't expect to find fulfillment working at the lingerie shop, but it happened all on its own, quite naturally. She was a good seamstress, and she frequently touched and pulled at fabric trying to fit things. She did it in the dressing rooms in all innocence, until she began to discern the hardening nipples that some of the ladies would get. Then, she knew. That had excited her, and some of her customers would actually push their breasts forward and tell her they enjoyed it. She began giving them "little massages" that kept them returning to the shop. She made more and more commission. The day that a customer had an actual orgasm was a shocking day for Myrna. Afterwards, she had to admit she was very turned on, and it was her stroking that had caused the orgasm. She hadn't realized she was exciting her customer quite that much, so when the lady suddenly thrust out her hips and began riding Myrna's hand back and forth, Myrna knew an important new development was taking place. That day the lady slipped her two twenty-dollar bills. Myrna had a great new way to earn extra money. She set about bringing her customers along, gently, in the dressing rooms, until she could focus her attention on their genitals and an exciting orgasm. Certain customers always tipped her. And, other customers began buying lingerie much more frequently.Myrna felt, and I agreed, that her appearance -- a little gray haired lady who could be anyone's grandmother -- would never touch someone on purpose. It always happened as a reaction to her assistance. She could always make it seem very unplanned for those customer's who did respond.She even had a customer tell her that her own grandmother used to make her sleep with her and lay flat on her back while her grandmother felt her all over her body, and used to stick her fingers inside of her to make sure she wasn't "fooling around with any boy." That predisposed the lady to a sexual reaction to Myrna's ministrations in the dressing room, and the customer was very grateful that Myrna didn't get upset. In fact, she craved the wonderful attention and would always tip her for that "attention".Myrna had been told by customers that she gave them the best orgasms they'd ever had. Myrna would appear embarrassed and discourage further talk. But, she knew she did. She practiced on herself trying all the new suggestions and techniques out of the magazines she bought from catalogs. New strokes, different pressures, new titillating little things to do with her fingers that would drive them crazy. When I reminded Myrna that I had done some of my own entertaining for her, she immediately nodded and admitted that those memories were among her favorites. She planned many things for my visits but she was dismissed before I could return.In fact, she'd like to show me some of them, sometime, since she'd only assisted me twice.I sat very still. This was -- well -- odd. Kind of exciting, in fact. It was no longer a stranger -- a forbidden stranger that could have been a grandmother. The feeling of doing something very wrong in a place where we could be caught at any moment. All of that added to the excitement. Could that ever happen again, now? After all these years?I looked Myrna in the eyes -- the memories coming back, now, of how she looked when I came. The pure pleasure she showed. Surely, she was just as sexually turned on?"Were you -- ah -- well, did you respond as I did, too?""You mean was I turned on? Oh, my, yes! Very turned on. I'd come right along with you, but I mastered not showing it. Of course, a customer wasn't very aware of things while she was having an orgasm, so if mine showed a bit, it wasn't noticed.""I liked it that you gave me no choice. You reached out and just started stroking my breasts. You brought in the panties and stood behind me, using the mirror -- removing me from the actual reality of what was happening -- and, made it a more intense physical pleasure. No emotions."Myrna smiled. She whispered, "I have lots of friends in my sewing club. They love to have me sew for them, and fit them. They come for fitting appointments to my home. I have a nice, comfortable sewing room. There's a soft overstuffed sofa with lots of pillows. I have lots of changes of clothing while they wait for alterations or a garment. I have nice magazines with lots of photos. Quite stimulating, in fact.I have a nice routine for my fittings. I have my customer sit in the recliner in the sewing room. I'll bring their garment over to hold up in front of them, but tilt them way back in the recliner. For many of them I actually make their panties. Those need to be tried on, you see. A recliner is a perfect place to do that. Then, they can open their legs wide while I make sure the fabric will be nice and smooth against their skin. I make sure it doesn't buckle at the leg seams in the crotch. It must fit perfectly and smoothly. Is there any chance you might be in the market for some new panties, ah ..... ""Lizzie.""Lizzie. Wouldn't you like to have some perfectly fitting panties?"I couldn't believe it. Here it was, suddenly, my chance to have another memorial orgasm ..... it was so exciting, yet a bit strange at the same time. "Well .... Ah ..... I believe I would," I replied, a slight flush coming to my cheeks.She nodded her head. "Would you care to come today for a fitting?""But, my friend. I'm here with a friend -- somewhere," I said looking around. "And, we're in her car.""She may come, as well, if you like.""No -- no, she wouldn't -- ah, enjoy it. I'd -- well, I'd have to go with you, if you wouldn't mind.""Not at all, Lizzy. I'll be happy to take you home afterwards, too."I found my friend drooling over a pair of ten dollar shoes, and told her I wasn't feeling well. That I'd run into another friend who would take me home. She was a bit annoyed, but said it was fine. She hadn't even started her normal massive shopping yet, so she quickly said goodbye and turned back to the terrible ten dollar shoes.I waited for Myrna in the entry and sat in one of the disability carts. I saw Myrna walking in my direction, her purse in her hand, and I realized how much she had aged. I was beginning to doubt the wisdom of doing this, when she looked up and caught my gaze. Her eyes burst into a vivid and wide smile, and I knew, then, that this would be a true pleasure for her, after all that she'd just shared with me. I smiled back trying to hide my anticipation and the growing tingle between my legs.In her neat little "grandma" home, I felt comfortable and relaxed. She fussed around with some cold drinks, and directed me to the guest bathroom that was just adorable. It was hard to feel sexy or turned on in such a darling chintzy room -- but, a few strokes over my vulva brought it right back.I decided to remove my clothes down to my bikini panties. I crossed my arms over my ample breasts and tiptoed out of the bathroom. I didn't see Myrna and called to her."Right in here, Lizzy," and I found my way to her sewing room. She was busy putting a sheet over her recliner, and didn't notice me as I looked around the large and comfortable room."Myrna, this is a beautiful room," I said, my arms still crossed over my breasts. She looked up and froze as she saw me. Her eyes drank in my panties and my crotch, then my breasts, as I slowly let my arms slide down to my sides. As in the past, my nipples had become enormous. This time, with nothing to obstruct them. I felt them pinch as they hardened and glanced down at the dark brown wrinkled tips. Myrna quickly finished with the sheet and led me into the recliner. I resisted -- wanting, again, to take control of the situation and tease her a bit."Wait," I said, as I perched on the recliner arm. My arms gently pushing her away a distance. As before, she stopped and slowly backed up. She knew she was to watch. I was so excited that I gave her a real show. I spread my legs and tickled the narrow crotch of my panties. The crotch was very narrow and the sides of my pussy hair showed. Only the narrow strip of fabric down the center covered my slit. I fingered and stroked, slid fingers underneath the crotch -- stroked my thighs, my abdomen, and my breasts. I slid my panties off, and got into different poses -- bending over on all fours, my legs spread wide apart, my nice, firm, rear end pointed right at her. I reached through and stroked my pussy way back where she could see my hand, and my rotating hips.I straddled the recliner arm and stroked my bare pussy on the wonderful, soft arm. I sat in the recliner, pushed back fully, and lifted and spread my legs wide apart. It was like being on a gynecologist's table. I reached for the magazine on the table next to me, rolled it up, and used it to play with my pussy. I found some rolls of fabric, and used those to lay lengthwise down my pussy and move quickly back and forth over my whole slit. That made me have my first orgasm. I spotted a container that Myrna was decorating with ribbon, in which were several kitchen utensils. I grabbed the rubber turkey baster. I'd used a baster many times in the past, and it brought wonderful orgasms.I licked the rubber ball with my tongue and covered it with saliva -- the little ridges around the top of the bulb, and the bottom, made wonderful ridges to rub back and forth over my clit. The huge rubber bulb, itself, felt great pushed up almost into my vagina and against my whole pussy while I vibrated it quickly back and forth. It made perfectly thrilling circles all around the top of my pussy, around my clit.Myrna slowly came to the side of the chair and removed the turkey baster from my hand. With an expertise that stopped me, she began to stroke me with the rubber bulb. It felt so different to have someone else doing it. Her touch and perfect pressure quickly brought on my second -- and looooong -- orgasm. She knew she could keep me cuming, and she did. She was an expert, riding out each spasm, letting it recede a bit, then bringing me back again to the point of cuming, but holding me right there for a long time. It was such pleasurable torture that made the ensuing orgasm ten times what it would have been.I don't know how many times she had brought me to the edge and back again -- everything building inside of me, to levels I'd never experienced before. I couldn't get a deep breath, and I began to lose consciousness and get "tunnel vision." Myrna watched her gyrations on my pussy with intense eyes, and would only glance at my face occasionally. Finally, I was begging her to release me -- I couldn't breathe or see. She kept me begging a few minutes -- my hips thrust way up in the air, my pussy dripping with my fluids.She suddenly stopped and removed the rubber bulb. My hips hung in the air, every muscle in me taught with tension. Her soft hands touched my hips and guided them back down. Then, her hands slipped in between my legs and against each thigh. She slowly pushed my thighs apart and laid my lower legs over the chair arms. She put her whole hands flat against my thighs, and softly began to rub circles on my inner thighs, moving up ever so slowly until the side of her hands were circling against the creases of my legs, and barely touching the sides of my pussy.She pulled my pussy apart even more, pressing her soft hands against me, harder. She leaned forward and put her whole face against my wide open vagina -- her mouth and tongue at my clit, her chin right at the opening to my vagina. She slid her face up and down my open vagina -- her mouth open over my clit and her tongue flicking it, then licking the rest of my pussy, as she pushed her chin into me and rubbed it back and forth. The moment her lips sucked my clit and began pulling it sideways, and the immediate touch of her tongue, pressing firmly against my clit, then flicking it very fast ..... my whole insides exploded. My hips shot up and tried to push themselves through the ceiling -- my pussy felt absolutely alive with every sensation I'd ever felt, all at once. Like a strike of lightening, wave after wave, spasm after spasm, took over and controlled my body. Tight release after release, over and over again, would not stop. The pain of the spasms was exquisite. My entire genitals felt on fire. My abdomen ached and my muscles in the back of my legs shook with weakness. My legs locked with spasms of weakness. Myrna held on and kept licking and vibrating her whole face into my pussy, and my whole body felt the orgasms. My last conscious thought was that I didn't want to take one breath to disturb the intense pleasure, and my body kept exploding. I remember feeling fear, then, and knowing that Myrna would not stop until I was unconscious.Somewhere inside of me I could not believe Myrna was kissing me with such force. My God but it hurt, even my throat. Little by little I struggled against her, and became more aware. Finally I realized she was giving me CPR and that compelled me to twist away with more strength. I yelled, "STOP."Myrna's face looked horrible hanging over me. Her eyes were swollen, and I realized she was crying. I slid back and away from her, on her floor, where I could see things better. I was very weak. On her hands and knees, Myrna began to cry and say she was so sorry.I was able to sit on the floor a while and get my bearings. Myrna looked at me full or remorse. When I asked her why she was sorry, she said she'd kept things going far too long and she was afraid that I had died. I told her CPR was only for someone who wasn't breathing. She said I was breathing, but very shallowly, so she did CPR. No wonder it hurt. My own breathing instincts were fighting her forced breathing into me.She helped me up and I lay on a couch on the side of the room, wanting to avoid the recliner. Myrna covered me with a sheet, and in time, we were able to talk. We talked about what had taken place, and how it was, obviously, far more than a sexual experience. It was like my body had locked into orgasm mode and would continue until I lost consciousness.Myrna said she found she could not stop because she was having her own orgasms along with mine. The harder and longer she did me -- the harder and longer were her orgasms.As frightful and painful and scary as it might have been -- ALL of that only contributed to the intensity of the orgasms. For the first time I could understand how S&M people could enjoy pain and have it bring sexual satisfaction.Myrna took me home, and I slept for hours. It took me a few days to recover completely. I did a lot of thinking, and decided that I did not wish to see Myrna again. I sent her a card explaining, and thanking her for all of the many memories she'd provided for me.I avoided that Wal-Mart, traveling instead to one further away. After a few months, the memory of the deep sexual excitement returned and I again could masturbate to the memories. But, I did not want those memories to be my main stimulus.The experience had changed me. I now craved much deeper and intense orgasms, it seemed, and I needed to bring them about in more interesting ways. I became more of an exhibitionist. My Saturday gardeners were treated to open drapes on my patio door, while I paraded around naked, then lay on the couch masturbating and posing. I loved taking quick peeks to see the bushes shaking frantically while the gardener jerked off, or to see him caught by surprise out in the open, when I entered the room and began masturbating against the glass one day. My eyes were closed, but I could peek and watch him cum all over himself. I loved it and craved it.I entertained my senior neighbor while his younger wife was a work. I sunbathe in my back yard and remove my bikini and masturbate with the pillow, or some object while he watches. Only the top of his head and eyes are visible, and his whitened knuckles on each side, as he slides his erection back and forth against the wall until he cums. I can see his head moving from side to side, and I can see his eyes close and I hear his soft grunts as he cums. I do this about twice a week in the summer, and love to come up with different ways to masturbate for him. I think my experience with Myrna resulted in my becoming very focused on "creative" masturbation, several times a week. I certainly enjoy having sex, too, but my true love is masturbating in any situation that creatures an extra element of intensity. It results in orgasms close to those that Myrna gave me, and I seem to crave that level of intense excitement, now.Thank you for reading my story. I hope you've enjoyed it.LadyLIZZY___________________[sig]LadyLIZLoves exquisite and erotic orgasmsfrom masturbation and being watched.[/sig]