the second dress

"Let's take a look at the second option for dresses, Abbie. This one is a bit fancier, but it may already be a closer fit to your size." Paula pulled a dark blue dress forward, and laid it on the table next to Abbie. "You're welcome to use the fitting room, or if, like you said, you're already here and don't care, you can change where you are. I assure you, I certainly don't care. And I'm trying to train Douglas here not to care either."

Abbie laughed and looked at Douglas. She decided to push things a little more. "I'll help you train him, Paula." She pulled the white dress off over her head, and once again stood there in her purple bra and panties, and a small pair of white socks.

She paused for a moment to run her fingers through her hair. Douglas was not a very good student when it came to not caring. He was not only staring at Abbie, but starting to feel a little response in his pants. No one could see it (yet), but if he reached down to adjust, that would certainly capture Abbie's attention. Abbie looked at him, and caught his expression of mild dilemma. She winked and smirked at him. She ran her fingers under the straps of her bra, unnecessarily adjusting it.

Abbie took the blue dress from the table, and removed it from its hanger. She held the dress low, and bent over to step into it. She glanced up briefly and noticed that Douglas hadn't really stopped looking at her, and now that she was bent at the waist, his view of her breasts was, to his eyes, quite a sight. She inhaled slightly, and stepped into the dress, pulling it up onto her hips.

She ran her arms through the straps, and pulled it up on top. The zipper was open in the back, down past her ass. She turned, and to the room, said, "can someone zip me up?"

Paula muttered, "Douglas." He took a step toward her and looked at the zipper. He had a close-up view of the back of her purple panties. The pull of the zipper was folded into the dress, so Douglas had to reach his finger inside to get hold of it. In doing so, the back of his hand grazed the silk of Abbie's panties, and he thought he also felt some of her bare skin inside the dress. He swallowed as he pulled the zipper up, slowing a bit as he passed the strap and clasp of her bra.

Once the zipper was at the top, Abbie turned back around. The front of the dress scooped down and bunched just beneath the peaks of her breasts. Because of the cut, the center of her bra was fully visible. This was a dress that required either a bra with a lower cut neck or no bra at all.

Paula took a look. "Nice fit. Great color on you. Can you step out so I can see the whole thing?"

Abbie took a few steps away from the table. "It's a little tight in the butt," she said.

Paula gestured for her to turn around, and walked up to Abbie. She put her hand on Abbie's waist, and then ran her hand down the back of the dress, across her ass, and to her upper thighs. "You're right. We might have to take that out about a half an inch."

Abbie turned back front. She was well aware of her bra showing, and spoke up. "What about my bra? Is this supposed to look this way?"

"No," said Paula. "You'd have to have a different bra. We don't have anything for you today. Do you want to take off your bra so you can see how it would look without?"

"Sure," said Abbie. "I think I'll need to unzip again to get the back clasp, though."

"Douglas," muttered Paula again. Abbie turned, and Douglas now unzipped the back of the dress. He took the zipper all the way down, and once again admired Abbie's purple panties. As he got to the bottom, he pulled the zipper outward a bit more, and was able to glimpse at the pale skin of her rounded ass.

Abbie reached behind her and unclasped the bra. She debated for a moment whether to just pull off the front of the dress and take off the bra normally, or do the thing where she had to slip off each strap, and pull through the arms of the dress. She had her back to the room, and figured that was enough. She pulled off the front of the dress, and then removed her bra. As she turned to place the bra on the table, Douglas caught a view of the side of her right breast, and what he thought might be just the edge of her nipple. Abbie caught him looking, and smirked again. She pulled the dress back on, and said, "Douglas, please zip me up."

Once again, Douglas managed to graze his fingers against both the silk of her panties and the soft skin of the top of her ass. He also held the zipper such that one of his fingers stroked all the way up Abbie's bare back, right in the groove at the center. Once the zipper was at the top, he said, "Okay."

Abbie turned around. This time, the scoop of the front of the dress fell to the bottom of her ribs, and with no bra on, looked much more appropriate for the style.

"How does that feel?" asked Paula.

"Great," said Abbie. "How does it look?"

"Looks good," said Paula. "It might be a little revealing -- look in the mirror. Are you okay with that kind of exposure?"

Abbie looked at her reflection. The inner mounds of her breasts were prominent in the scoop of the dress, but nothing more. "Sure, this is fine for me." Douglas gazed at Abbie's chest, fantasizing of what might happen if she were to bend down.

"Are you comfortable not wearing a bra?"

"I'm okay with it, if you think it looks right." Douglas's fantasy kicked into higher gear. If Abbie were to bend over, the material of the dress would fall loose, and from certain angles, her breasts would be exposed.

Paula nodded. She looked down at Abbie's legs and feet. "You're wearing socks. This dress would have stockings, but more importantly, heels. It'll change your legs and even your ass. Might not require an alteration with the right shoes. What size shoe do you wear?"

"Six."

Paula looked at a shelf nearby. "Here, these might work." She handed Abbie a pair of heels.

Abbie bent forward to pull off her socks. As she did, the dress hung loosely in front of her. Douglas surreptitiously moved around the table to be at a better vantage point. He glanced at Paula, who was making notes, and then turned to watch Abbie. He was able to clearly see her breasts hanging naked within the dress.

Abbie had her socks off now, and stepped into the heels. As Paula thought, they altered the curve and shape of her legs. Abbie stood up, the material of the dress front once again collecting in front of her chest, ending Douglas's voyeurism. "Ah, that totally does it," Paula said. "That dress looks great on you, Abbie!"

"Yeah, um, it does," mumbled Douglas.

Abbie giggled. "I like it! I might have to keep it after the show."