Tuesday night lingerie shopping

Tasha the clerk popped
right over, they were the only customers in the shop.
“What can I help you with?” said she.
Eve could hardly say without laughing,
“Ah, I’d like to look at a, a shelf bra, please…”

The clerk unlocked the dwessing woom
which looked designed for two.
The wallpaper mural showed palm trees and beaches.
3 or 4 generous hooks shaped like tees
invited one’s clothes off … obviously
quite a bit of undressing
went on in here.

Adam stood behind her
in the giant mirror,
held the red scrap in front of her
chest. She stuck her arms
through the loops
while he fit the clasp at her back,
“your boobs are in the way,” he whispered,
smirking, he couldn’t remember
the last time he had so much fun,
and she lifted her rack,
“how’s this?”

eased her lovely ta-ta’s
into the tiny cups.
Too tiny.
“Oh, too bad,” she said, “no support at all.”

“Well you just have to,” he cupped his hands
beneath her orbs and lifted,
his thumbs grazing her nipples,
as he helped her adjust the fit,
“here – like this,” but the little bits
did not cover a quarter
of her ample bosom. “See,
there’s just not enough fabric,
there should be enough to, you know,”
she blushed, “hold them –
up –
and out –”

“Oh, I see what you mean,…
what a shame,
let’s try this other one,”
but it was the same.
She backed against him,
whispered a squeal,
“Oooo! What have you got back there?”

“What do you think?”
he bumped up against her,
“how would you like some cream cheese
on your cute little cinnamon buns?”

“You’re very bad,”
she whispered back,
“don’t stop, but stop,
we still have a storeful to go.”