Lacy Green Underwear

Lacy Green Underwear. When I was 16, I got a weekend job at a local ladies’ boutique and my job was basically helping out Jean, the shop owner, as she was getting on a bit and finding all of the standing around a bit hard. I used to help the ladies find the correct clothes sizes and give advice where appropriate. Weekends were pretty busy. During the school summer holidays, Jean asked me to work weekdays too but, because the shop was very quiet in the week, I would be working alone. I accepted as it would give me time to catch up on school work etc when it was quiet. I didn’t realise how quiet it could be! Some days were so quiet I would see no customers at all. I would sit behind the counter and watch Youtube vids on my tablet to pass the time and one thing led to another and I would end up watching porn vids. Whilst the shop had large windows with manikin displays, I could sit behind my counter with my panties around my ankles and fingers in my slit. On several occasions, I brought myself to orgasm whilst men and women looked through the window at the clothes with me in the background bucking and grinding below the counter. As I understand it, many women get turned on whilst trying on clothes in shops and I had often heard a few suspicious gasps and moans from the changing rooms. One day, a middle aged, smart lady came into the shop and mooched about for a while before coming up to me holding a lacy green bra and panty set, our most expensive line. “Can I try these on, please?” “Of course madam, let me show you to our changing rooms.” Behind my counter is a wall and behind that is a small corridor with two curtained-off booths, each with large floor to ceiling mirrors. I showed the lady into the first booth and closed the curtain behind her. These curtains never give full privacy and always fall open a little. I left her to it and returned to my counter. After a few too many minutes, I thought I would just check if she needed anything and as I approached the booths, I stopped as I heard the sound of heavy breathing and stifled moans. I crept forwards. Through the gap in the curtains, I could clearly see the lady from behind and a partial front view in the mirror. My pussy instantly started to gush. The lady was standing in front of the mirror, wearing the green underwear, in the “emergency masturbation position” that most girls know about when there’s nowhere to sit or lie, ie, legs slightly apart, knees bent slightly, hips thrust forward, back curved forward and head bent forwards for a closer look. She had one hand rubbing and pinching her tits which had been pulled out over the top of the lacy green bra whilst the other hand was inside the lacy green panties, rubbing furiously. She was gasping and her buttocks clenched in time as she thrust her hips forward in time with her jilling. My hand was also up my skirt and in my soaking pants as I rubbed my clit in time with her. Her thrustings were getting faster and faster and I followed suit. She came with a stifled yelp and, as her hips twitched violently, my orgasm hit me too and I too had to stifle a cry out. Not wanting to get caught, I hurried back to the counter as quietly as possible and a few minutes later the woman reappeared in her own clothes carrying the underwear on its hanger. “And how was that for you, madam?” I couldn’t help the double-entendre. “It’s very pretty but I found it very tight on the bust. Do you have another size?” “I’m sorry, that’s all we have until next week’s delivery.” “Maybe I’ll pop back then.” And then she gave me the underwear back and left! I took a look at the still-warm garment and there indeed was a very sticky patch in the gusset. That was it. I locked the door and turned the “closed” sign over and took the underwear into the changing rooms. I stripped off completely and put on the underwear. It wasn’t quite the right size but near enough. I felt the cold wet gusset against my already soaked and gaping pussy lips and stood in front of the mirror. OMG I was soooo aroused! Turning this way and that I viewed myself in the mirror. My nipples poking through the lacy bra, my pubes clearly visible through the damp lace. I relived the memory of watching the woman in my mind and even adopted the “emergency masturbation position” as I plunged my hand down the panties and into my hole. I flipped a tit out of the bra and pinched my nipple as she had done, sending electric shocks to my already screaming pussy. As I brought my fingers to my mouth, I could smell both my juices and the muskiness of the woman. This didn’t just send me over the edge, it threw me over an orgasmic cliff, one that I could make as much noise as I liked as I fell. When I came down from the orgasm, I found myself sitting on the floor in front of the mirror, legs apart looking really slutty. I moved closer to the mirror and watched closely as I rubbed myself to another crashing orgasm. I got dressed and picked up the green underwear. I would love to have bought it but couldn’t afford it. I couldn’t hide it away as it would show up as missing on the stocksheet. The only thing I could do was put it back on the rail to dry! A few days later, another lady came into the shop and tried on the underwear. I was with another customer so couldn’t check on her but she came to the counter with it and said “I’ll take it.” As I packed it into a bag for her, I felt the new wet patch in the gusset.