Let’s do it.

Abbey’s heart was pounding, and her nipples were firm. She could feel butterflies of nerves and arousal and thought for several moments before coming to a decision.

She and George had spoken about ideas like this. They had read stories of customer service people taking liberties, and it had turned them both on. She decided she would see where it would go but wouldn’t go far without George. But when she got home, she was sure it would excite him.

She bent over and peeled her panties down, a little surprised at how wet she already was. She was just standing back up when the man pulled the curtain back. “Much better,” he said before taking a few steps back. “Now, I need to see how you bounce. So hands by your side and bounce.”

Abbey bit her lip and put her hands by her sides, and gave a little jump. She watched him stare at her tits as she did. “No Baqarat, no. You don’t know how to move.” He put the clothes he was holding on the couch near the changing area and stepped around her. He grabbed her waist and said, “Now, bounce, don’t jump.” He held her and guided a small motion before saying. “Good,” and giving her, what she supposed was, a reassuring pat on the bottom.

He waled back around her and watched her for a while before nodding. “Now hands up.”

Abbey raised her arms high above her head as she continued to bounce, she was feeling flushed with arousal at the way this man was watching her and the clear tenting that was developing in his robes. “Enough.”

He picked up one of the two tops and stepped closer. He reached behind her and clasped the back together before helping Abbey position her tits in the cups. Again she moaned as he squeezed her breasts. She looked in the mirror. The top she now had on was transparent black with silver embroidery. She could see her hard nipples clearly through the fabric, but it looked nice.

He nodded as if he was satisfied and then picked up the coin skirt. He clipped it at the front and back on both sides. It hung low, so she had the belt at her waist, and the top of the coin skirt was beneath her hip. When she thought everything was done, he held up one last piece of fabric and told her to face the mirror.

She turned and looked at herself. She had to admit the black and silver really did work for her. Her trimmed bush was barely visible behind the coin skirt, but she was sure if she moved too quickly, she would be exposed. As she was watching, he leant over some, and then Abbey jumped as his hand reached up between her legs to clip this strip of fabric just above her mound. She was tense as he ran his hand between her legs, one finger through the part of her lips before clipping the back above her arse.

She turned to face him and saw him suck on his index finger. “Now bounce,” he instructed her. She did as he had requested and bounced a few times. “Much better,” he declared, “Now strip we try something else.”