Erotic clothing

Abbey pulled one of the garments off and had a look at it. The fabric base was completely transparent, with a filigree of stitches over the entire thing and coins hand stitched in place. “Wow, that is something else.”

The man nodded, “This one, though, it not work because you are more than it can handle.”

“More?” Abbey asked, turning to face him.

He made a gesture with his hands at chest height, “Much more. Very nice, but much more.”

Abbey blushed again. “So what would you recommend?”

He thought for a moment before rummaging through the clothes. “Here, and here, and here.” He handed her some clothes, seemingly at random. “The belt should fit your lovely waist. Then the coin skirt will join the front centre and back centre. Leaving your hips visible. The top is a very similar structure to the belt. It may be a little tight, but we will see.

He gestured towards a curtained area, and Abbey thought that must be where she should get changed.

The top was relatively easy. She slipped off her top and pulled it on. It was tight and made her tits look huge when she looked down at them, but there was no mirror inside the curtain, so she would have to wait to see.

The skirt turned out to be more difficult. She was struggling to figure out how to get it all together when she decided she would have to ask for help. She opened the curtain, embarrassed to be only in her panties. They weren’t that risqué, but still, and asked for help. “I’m sorry, can you show me how the belt and skirt attach?” she asked.

The man, who she still didn’t have a name for, looked at her and frowned. “Well, no wonder you had difficulty. Baqarat ghabia. Take off, take off.”

Abbey started and looked down, “My panties?”

He nodded, “Belly dancer must be sexy, must be exotic, must be untouchable unless they want you to touch. It is all about temptation. You are not tempting; tempt me.”

Abbey blinked several times as he stepped closer and had a look at the bra. “Too tight. Take all off. I will get you a better fit.”

He reached around her and unfastened the bra letting her large white tits become exposed. She was so shocked that she just stood there.

He looked at her bust for several moments before grabbing her tits and squeezing them. Abbey couldn’t help but moan as he did. “Yes, very firm, very large. I have just the thing.” As he left, Abbey took a deep breath. Here she was in the store, being groped by the attendant who must be at least twice her age and more than that in size, and she was getting turned on.

She took several breaths standing there only in panties. She and George had spoken about her being exposed to other men, and it had always turned him on. Ans it wasn’t like she was going to fuck him, he might try and grope her more under the pretence of finding the right top, but that was all.