Check the pile

Cautiously Abbie checked the pile of exotic garments, secretly feeling rather ashamed of her own plain white panties and greying bra.

Without really thinking, the 18 year old picked out a collection of black items.

“Oh, yes,” commented Miss Nevvil, “that’s a very good choice. But… I don’t think I feel like fishnets today.”

Abbie went to put the items back, but Anna Nevvil stopped her.

“I tell you what dear,” she began, “why don’t you try them on.”

“Oh, I couldn’t,” replied the teenager nervously.

“Nonsense, I insist. We’ll play dress up.”

With that the old lady got to her feet and immediately began helping Abbie remove her baggy pink Minnie Mouse t-shirt. Abbie didn’t know how to respond. She was very aware of Anna’s cleavage, under the tight t-shirt she was wearing, closing in on her own breasts. Very aware also of the elderly resident’s pantie-less state.

The t-shirt came off with **** help from Abbie. But Miss Nevvil tut-tutted at the bulky bra she found underneath.

“No, no, no. That will never do. You will need something much more feminine,” she exclaimed. “Let me help you get it off.”

Anna could have walked round behind the awkward teenager, but chose instead to reach round from the front. Since both of them had been somewhat blessed in the chest area, their breasts squished warmly together and Anna’s mouth was once more hovering close to that of the teenager. Abbie’s glasses steamed up.

“There, that’s better,” said Anna stepping away. The teenager’s bra was in her hand and Abbie’s generous breasts swung free.

Abbie folded her arms across her bare titties protectively. But the old lady was already on the move again. This time, she was once more unbuttoning the teenager’s jeans. As she slipped them over the youngster’s round hips, Abbie again reluctantly helped out, kicking off her shoes.

“That’s right dear, nearly there,” commented Miss Nevvil a little breathlessly. “Just need to lose those dull panties and we can begin. That’s better. Oh what a beautiful furry pussy you do have, my dear.”

Abbie blushed.

“Now then, first of all, the suspender belt,” commented Miss Nevvil as she attached the piece of black patterned elastic around the 18 year old’s waist. This was followed by fishnet stockings, which Anna had to help attach for Abbie, taking the opportunity to stroke her thigh as she did so. Then after a brief search of one of her closets, Anna was even able to find Abbie a pair of shoes – black high heels – in her size.

Anna admired her handiwork as the gawky teen stood before her in stockings, suspenders, high heels and nothing else.

“Perfect,” enthused Miss Nevvil, “a blank canvas (pity about the glasses though). What you put on nexts makes you who you want to be. For instance, we could add a black basque and a whip and you could be a dominatrix (I have rather a nice basque here somewhere). Or we could give you a tight leather skirt and top and you could be a… er… Ho I believe they call them these days. Or we could add a tight black thong and a dainty little chain across your nipples and you could be my sex ****.”