Something in red, obviously

You rifled through the display in front of you and find what looks like a bundle of strings draped over a hanger. You had no idea what it was supposed to be, but it was most definitely red.

"What do you think of this?"

"An excellent choice, sir," Emily smiled, taking the hanger and leading you to the changing rooms. You tried to follow her in, but she stopped you at the door. "Nuh-uh; you'll spoil the surprise!"

You stood a little awkwardly outside the changing room, twiddling your thumbs and trying not to make eye contact with any passing customers. Finally, Emily poked her head out and hissed, "Close your eyes!"

You closed your eyes as the brunette grabbed your hand and pulled you into the changing room with her. She took both hands and placed them gently against two soft mounds of flesh, with hard points pressing against each palm.

"Okay, I'm decent," Emily joked. "You can look now."

The young sales assistant was anything but "decent." The outfit you'd chosen turned out to be a sheer swimsuit-looking thing, with little more than a string threatening to disappear between the lips of her pussy and holes in the chest for her tits to stick out. She'd used your hands to cover them up, and you were torn between letting go so you could look at them and holding on so you could grope them.