Some girly things.

"Lordy, girl!" said the spry Ms. Johnson as Abbie Harris hustled to keep up with her as they headed down the hall of Bellevue Retirement Home, "didn't you have a brassiere on when you first visited me this morning?" The old woman eyed the eighteen year old's jugs sloshing up and down in her tight jersey as she half-jogged to keep up with Pearl.

Abbie blushed right through her light makeup. "Y-yes. I gave it to Mr. Chambers as a ..souvenir," the raven-haired teen gasped, not used to this much exercise.

"I see," Pearl smiled. They exited the main entrance and came upon the white mini-bus with the home's name and logo along the middle of the sides.

Abbie was surprised to see many heads inside the bus already. She was glad she didn't have her glasses on to see the stares as her chest heaved inside her tight red polo shirt. She saw the rubbing of the knit had swollen her nipples and caused them to poke the material further.

Abigail let Pearl go in the bus as she stopped to speak to the driver. "Sorry I'm late, sir."

Sixty year old Gus Watson quickly appraised the nubile teen's contours from head to toe. "Oh, you're not late, missy. Everybody's just ready early. Full bus, too. You can ride shotgun." The volunteer driver ushered Abbie in before him, enjoying the sway of her ass as she stepped up the couple of stairs.

Abbie surveyed the bus' interior before she took the single seat behind the stairwell, diagonally behind the driver. She waved back to her new friends as she saw everybody was belted into the comfortable individual seats. Four rows of doubled up seats were behind her seat. Across the middle aisle was the same. In the back was an area near the liftgate for two wheelchairs. That area was empty today.

Abbie chatted happily with the seniors as the bus ran down the highway. Not surprisingly, John Ray, Frank Rosen, Mark Chambers and Pearl Johnson occupied the front four seats. The men were merciless with the double entendres as the sweet old lady laughed at their antics.

Soon, a highway sign for the Stone Wall Mall came up. Abbie pointed to it, prompting some cheers from the bus' occupants.

After taking everyone's names as they exited the coach and pointing out where to meet in four hours, Abbie allowed the group to disperse on their own.

Pearl led Abbie by the arm to the Lensmakers shop, knowing the mall better than the teenager. Inside the shop, surrounded by cases of eyewear, Pearl mentioned tinted contacts.

"I'm afraid I can't wear contacts. I have some sort of stigmatism," replied Abbie regretfully.

"Well, they make plenty of nice things these days!" said Pearl, beginning to look through the display cases.

After much looking and modelling, they found a pair Abbie adored. Leaving the shop after placing their order, the odd couple had two hours until they had to pick up her new prescription.

"Come in here, Abbie," Pearl said, pulling her into a clothing shop adorned with red crushed velvet named 'Veronica's Whispers'. "I think it's time a maturing young woman like yourself had some fine lingerie." She pulled her deeper into the store. Racks of lacy dainties surrounded them.

"Oh, no ma'am. I couldn't possibly afford.." Abbie started. Her mother had usually bought her underwear at the local department store. She looked at some of the pricetags and was astounded.

"Enough of the ma'am," said Pearl dryly. "Try Nana instead, like a good surrogate granddaughter. And don't worry about the cost. The gentlemen all chipped together for our shopping trip today!" she smiled at her.

'What a bunch of old conspirators!' thought Abbie. They seemed to have it all planned out.

"Hello," said a pretty red-haired salesgirl, seemingly from out of nowhere. Abbie looked at the tight red bodice of the twenty year old's velvety minidress. Her namebadge said 'Angela'. "May I help you today?"

Pearl brought a possessive arm around Abbie's waist. "I was bringing my granddaughter in for some more 'intimate' apparel," she smiled sweetly. "I'm afraid she hasn't been fitted lately though."

Angela seemed to whip out a tape measure from nowhere. "Well, let's see. She seems like a very blessed young lady," the salesgirl remarks as she tightens the cloth measure around the apex of Abbie's jutting chest. "Looks to be a thirty-eightDD, twenty-eight waist," she adds, moving the tape lower. "And thirty-eight hips," she finishes, putting away the tape. "What were you interested in?"

Pearl didn't answer the question with the first thing that came to her head. Instead, she answered, "we'll try one of these on," finding a set of white lacy bikini lingerie with a matching garter belt and hose in Abbie's size. "If this fits, we'll need one in red and one in black. I'd also like to get her some similar corsets in those colors as well as some satin thong sets."

The eyes of both young women lit up. Angela thought of the nice commission she'd make on this sale. Abbie's just widened in shock. All this for her! And thongs! She'd never worn such slutty things.

"Come, Abbie!" Pearl gestured toward the changing room as Angela started to gather Pearl's requests. Abigail snapped out of her trance and dutifully followed the old lady into the small cubicle.

"Well, lets see what all the men rave about!" Pearl smiled, gesturing for Abbie to remove her clothes.

As Pearl undid the lingerie set from its' hanger, Abbie doffed her jersey, jeans and sensible panties. Pearl turned back to the girl as Abbie straightened up and wriggled the lacy panties into place on her full hips.

"My word, girl! You really do have some beauties there!" Pearl gushed as she took in the sight of the young service worker's bared boobs. The elderly woman encircled the grapefruit-sized titties with her withered fingertips, grazing the sensitive flesh, causing goosebumps to rise on the tender meat. The nipples on each teat rocketed further outward from the darkening launchpads of Abbie's now bumpy aureoles.

"Oh, Nana! You're touch is making me so.." Abbie gasped, pushing her chest further into the grasp of the old woman.

"Horny, dear?" Pearl asked, finishing her sentence for her. She tweaked the nipples before reaching for the lacy tit harness of white. "Sexy lingerie can have that effect. And you're barely dressed!" she grinned as she attached the bra for Abbie.

Abbie continued to quake as Pearl snaked the garterbelt around her waist. After she sat the teen on the small stool in the corner of the cubicle, she rolled the fine silk stockings up each of Abbie's curvy long legs, attaching them to the dangling garter straps. The wise old woman grazed her hands down the smooth material. "How does that feel, sweetie?"

"Oh, marvie, Nana," Abbie cooed, arching her back and rubbing her nipples through the lacy cups of her uplifting bra. "I kinda wish Carl was here now, your touch and this lingerie is making me so hot!"

Pearl slyly slipped her hand in her large totebag. "Oh, you look so virginally sweet in white!" the old woman complimented as she tugged the skimpy lace panty crotch aside and began to finger the eighteen year old. Unbeknownst to the bucking brunette, Pearl pulled her vibrator from her bag and licked it wetly.

"There is a good reason for that!" Abbie confessed, "I am still a virgin, technically." She continued to hump the woman's fingers. "Just fingers and your vibrator!"

"Your vibrator!" Abbie repeated, with more urgency, as Pearl pushed the buzzing plastic to the hilt in her pussy.

"I never leave home without my Carl! I thought Frank said he took you the other day?" she asked, knowing the girl couldn't lie in the middle of an orgasm.

"My, my, anal virginity" she panted, riding the vibrator wildly.

"Really!" The woman's eyes perked at the thought of the sweet girl being buggered by the old goat. "Well, I promise you won't remain a virgin for long."

"Oh, oh, Nana, give it to me!" Abbie shouted, riding a wave of orgasm.

Outside the cubicle's door, Angela stood listening, surprised, but not shocked, at what she was hearing. She had seen, and done, a lot in her short time at the lingerie boutique. But a grandmother and her granddaughter? Her curiosity was piqued. She opened the cubicle door.