Miracle on Slutty 4th Street Ch. 05

That wasn't the only tattoo she had on her. On the underside of her right arm, between the wrist and the elbow, was a color tattoo of what looked like a pin-up model, on her knees, posing in a bikini, with her arms behind her back, jutting her large breasts out. And she had another tattoo as well, as revealed when she spun around and let him look at her back. It was probably none too shocking to find out that she had a lower-back tattoo, a tramp stamp. It was of a red and black butterfly, with black tendrils extending across the width of her slim back. But honestly, he barely even noticed the tattoo. Because spinning around brought attention to the fact the she was wearing a thong, and her ass was just hanging out for him to see.

And unfortunately for Colin, he was looking.

Her rear end looked amazing in a skirt, and it looked even better like this. Full and round and smooth, each tanned cheek looked amazing. Her ass stood out from her slim frame, perky and firm and perfectly shaped. And her ass-crack was just as fantastic, looking deep and smooth and mouthwatering. And not only was her ass amazing on its own, the thong made it look even better.

The miniscule grey bands traversed across the immaculate curves just above her butt, before meeting in a small triangle at the base of her back, just above the crack. From there, the tiny little string delved deep into her ass-crack, disappearing between the full round cheeks, only emerging near her pussy. Every little move she made caused her practically bare ass to jiggle. But he didn't have much longer to appreciate it as she spun around to face him again, a fact made more impressive by how smoothly she made the motion in tall, black high heels.

"So..." she began, holding her arms out, grinning proudly. "What do you think?" As she came to a stop, her boobs kept moving, causing them to sway and jiggle for a few more moments before coming to a stop.

"What are you doing?" Colin asked, eyes wide.

"What?" she asked, confused, as if all was normal. "I explained earlier that for every product we carry, we have it in all shapes and sizes. So, I figured I'd try on what I thought might be good for your wife, and then you can pick out whichever ones you really like, and then we can get it in her size. Come on... what do you think?"

"I don't think this is appropriate," he told her, trying not to look at her dressed like this. But honestly, he was failing this struggle. He couldn't take his eyes off her juicy exposed body for more than a few moments. Her long, smooth, stocking-clad legs. Her flat, sexy belly. And those massive, bra-clad breasts of hers, jiggling with every small move she made. And all of his efforts to keep himself under control had failed, as his cock had very quickly become fully erect in his pants, despite himself. He was lucky he was sitting down.

"Don't worry, its fine. I don't mind," she replied, as if he was more worried about her dignity as opposed to the fact that this was a woman dressed in next to nothing, and he was a married man. How could she be so relaxed about this? It felt like this was way over the line, but she was acting like everything was totally cool.

"Are... are you supposed to be wearing the, uh... product?" Colin asked. He wasn't sure why this was point he was trying to make, how it didn't seem kosher for her to be wearing the merchandise and literally nothing else. He was just looking for any way for this to end.

"Oh yeah, don't worry about that!" she said, waving off his concerns. She then put her hands on her hips and smiled at him again. "So... tell me what you think." Posing for him again, craving an answer, shamelessly inviting him to evaluate the illicit outfit she had on.

"I don't think this is right..." Colin stated, shaking his head, not wanting to look at her.

"Colin... I'm not gonna tell anyone," she assured him with a bright smile. "You're not gonna get in trouble, babe. I'm just helping you buy a gift for your wife. Trust me, most wouldn't give you this level of customer service. So, I ask again: What do you think?"

Was he wrong to think this was inappropriate? This was a woman he barely knew standing in front of him in lingerie. That was weird... right? She had acted like this was all under the auspices of a sale, but... was it possible she was angling for something more than that? Maybe it was obvious, but Colin was so caught off guard he couldn't say for sure. He was completely flabbergasted, and he wanted nothing more than to get away.

If he yelled and screamed and made a big scene, that would only draw attention to this strange situation, which he did not need. And if he did leave, he still wouldn't have a gift for Juliet. He had to figure out how to proceed. Well... she was acting like this wasn't unusual, and her demeanor hadn't really changed. Maybe... maybe this was how things went when shopping for lingerie. Maybe the rules were different than what he presumed. Nevertheless, the truth was, he needed to find something for Juliet, and this seemed like the only idea he had. She was acting like this was all normal. Maybe he was the one acting strange. Maybe this was all a false alarm. Even though this really did seem over the line, he composed himself, and promised to make sure that if things ceased being above board, he would walk away, Christmas gift be damned. He'd figure something out. Letting his eyes drift up to her, he finally responded.

"Um... you look, uh... good," he stammered, looking at her blankly, not letting himself examine her too closely.

"Well, I know that, but what about the lingerie?" she asked, gently reminding him of why they were here, urging him to really look at garments adorning her body.

"Uh, yeah, it's, uh... it's good," he said blandly.

"Aw, c'mon, give me some details. What do you like?" she asked. "Do you like the bra?" she asked running her hands over her large breasts and the lacy grey material of her bra. "Do you want it to show more skin? Do you want it to be a bit more see-through? Do you like the level of cleavage? I mean, I know that's more of a factor for me than your wife. But any cleavage is good cleavage, right?"

"Yeah, I guess," he responded to her question, eyes staring straight at her big breasts for just a moment. "I mean, the bra is, uh... nice," he said as diplomatically as he could. She smiled knowingly at this, before spinning around.

"What do you think of the thong?" she said, looking over her shoulder, grinning. His eyes went wide as his gaze fell to her perfect ass again. Despite being so tiny, the garment added so much to what he was seeing. A couple bands of material, a tiny little tangle of grey lace... that was all that was needed to showcase her perfect rear while also saying so much about her. There was a confidence to dress like this, to wear such a garment. To be unafraid to show what you got because you know what you got is so damn good it deserves to be shown off. To be so confident and bold, it was undeniably sexy.

"I like it, but... I don't see Juliet going for it," Colin said truthfully, his eyes remaining glued to her ass. Juliet was a self-assured woman in many ways, but not this way.

"Well..." Rachel began, reaching back and toying with the strap of the thong with her finger. "No offense, but what does it matter if she's into it? You said it yourself. You love thongs!" He didn't quite recall being that effusive out there with her, even if it was the truth. "Even if you didn't say so, it was pretty obvious with the way you were gawking at them out there, haha." Had he been gawking? "But the point is, if you get a thong for your wife, and she sees how you react to them, she'll become a fan. Trust me. If you look at her ass the same way you're looking at mine, you two will be spending hours in bed, doing all sorts of BAD things!" she said with a laugh, teasing him for his heated gaze.

"Sorry..." he said, looking away, blushing.

"Don't worry about it," she said confidently, spinning back around so she was facing him again. "Trust me, I don't mind being looked at. If I did, I would have slapped you in the face an hour ago," she laughed, teasing him.

"What?" he said. He'd only directly looked at her body when she almost invited him to, and, well... maybe a couple other times. But she couldn't have seen him. There was right at the start when his eyes were glued to her ass. And sure, he'd glanced at her chest a few times when she wasn't looking. Did she know the whole time?

"Like I said, don't worry about it," she said with a friendly grin, her crimson hair shimmering as she straightened it. She looked down at herself and straightened the thin little bra straps struggling to contain her massive rack. "So... do you like the whole... ensemble?" she asked.

"Uh, yeah, it's good, I guess," he stated. Sensing an opportunity to end this, he spoke up. "Yeah, I'll take it. Box it up for me." At this, she didn't even look up.

"I don't know..." she said, turning to look at the mirror to the side. "Personally, I'm not into this color. A bit too drab and dull. Where's the heat? Where's the excitement? I'm a bitch that likes color, so this... I'm not a fan. I can't recommend it."

"Uh, really?" he asked.

"I tell you what... let me show you what I have in mind. I have a bunch more options to show you," she assured him.

"Um, no, this would be fine. It's... sexy without being too crazy," Colin stated, hoping to be done with this.

"Are you this easy of a sell?" she teased with a laugh. "If I'd known that, I'd have just shoved the most expensive outfit I could find into your hands and call it a day!" She laughed at this, causing her boobs to jiggle. "So, okay, you wanted my opinion as a woman, and this is my opinion. We can do better. Just hang tight..." Before he could reply, she stepped out of the changing stall and closed the curtain, leaving him alone again. As soon as she was gone, he exhaled, not realizing he'd been holding his breath. He looked around nervously as he tried to will his now rock hard dick into softness. His mind knew better, but his cock had been loving what he saw.

This was odd, right? This wasn't right for her to be dressing like this for him, was it? It just seemed wrong. Indecent. Sure, she had a great body, a really great body. A perfect, firm ass. Mammoth, perky tits that jiggled and bounced with every move she made. Maybe she was an exhibitionist or something, and she took every opportunity she had to strut her stuff, even in front of a married man. But if this was something more than that, like maybe she was making a pass at him, she hadn't actually made a move yet. Right?

She'd just made some teasing comments. And pointed out her body's best attributes at every opportunity, while also establishing that her attributes were superior to his wife's every chance she could. And she showed him filthier and filthier outfits on the shelves, despite knowing his wife wasn't into such things, letting his thoughts run wild with the possibilities. And she lured him into a hidden corner to show off her hot body in tiny little underwear. Maybe... maybe this wasn't on the up and up after all. Maybe she was a bit shrewder than all those other girls, and was a bit more patient and cunning, luring him to his doom slowly as opposed to bludgeoning him with that outcome. If that was true, that would make her a very dangerous figure.

Maybe he should just leave.

Colin had finally come to a decision. Screw the gift. He was leaving.

As Colin moved to sit up, he was stopped by the curtain being pulled open. And any hopes of escape were immediately stopped in their tracks as there, in front of him, was Rachel, again in her underwear. But this time, it was like it was out of a dream. Because it was the exact same red underwear set he'd imagined her in before. And now it was right in front of him. He'd been moving to stand, but at this sight, he fell back into his seat, paralyzed.

"I like that reaction!" she said brightly, sauntering into the changing room and tugging the curtain shut behind her. She had looked spectacular in his imagination, but she looked even better in real life. The underwear looked tiny on her luscious frame. And since this red lace number was practically see-through, that meant he could see pretty much everything. The cups of the skimpy lace red bra held her large breasts like a pair of hands cupping them from behind, palming the massive, fleshy tits, covering just past the nipples while leaving the rest of the luscious smooth skin exposed. In between the cups of the bra was a thin red band of material holding them together, straining to hold back the voluminous force of her enormous tits. And since the material of the bra was see-through, he had a pretty good view of her fantastic nipples. He could see her large, circular, mouthwatering areolas, pink and smooth. And in the center was the hardened nub, straining through the thin lace material. Her breasts were so large that the underside of the bra wasn't up against her body, but pressed outward, a few inches from her slim torso, exposing the soft, creamy undersides of her massive, squishy boobs.

Her flat stomach looked just as good as ever, tanned and slim and fit, capped with her sexy navel. And below that, scooped very low, was the tiny thong, barely covering anything. The small triangle of material clung to her crotch while showing just as much as she could get away with. And it was as transparent as the bra, allowing him to clearly see her tiny little landing strip and a hint of the puffy lips of her pussy.

"I LOVE this one!" she said effusively, before turning so she could look at her ass in the mirror. "Fuck... my ass looks great in this!"

It was true. Her ass looked incredible already, but this tiny red garment really sent it over the top. Maybe it was the color that really made it pop off her skin. Maybe it was the fact that it was a bit smaller than the previous thong, but we're talking a matter of degrees in these small sizes. But whatever it was, it just worked. The red bands rode high over her hips, and the tiny red triangle of material looked immaculate. And again, the way the tiny little string disappeared between the firm, full cheeks was mouthwatering. Her round, firm ass just jumped off the page in this outfit, looking fantastic.

"That's the torture of working here, you know?" she began, turning back to face him, this time padding around in bare feet. As she came to a stop in front of him, her large heavy breasts swayed for a few moments before settling, the hefty, smooth flesh jiggling almost hypnotically. "I have all these thongs and bras and other things around here that are, like, perfect for me, and I can't afford them. I live off a department store salary, so I'm surrounded by all these things I'll probably never have." She pouted for a moment before smiling. "I don't know... maybe Santa will be kind to me this year..." she said, grinning, unable to stop glancing at her immaculate profile in the mirror. Remembering the topic at hand, she turned her face to look at him. "Oh! Sorry... what do you think?"

He looked at her, trying not to stare. All this exposed flesh had taken him from hard to throbbing, but he couldn't let that dictate his actions. He was starting to catch on to the fact this whole thing had gone off the rails. He pulled his eyes from her body and looked her right in the eyes. There was a shrewdness in her gaze, a cleverness that couldn't be underestimated. And as he looked into her eyes, he knew he couldn't let this keep going like everything was fine.

"I feel like this stopped being about me buying a gift for my wife," Colin said. She studied him for a moment before her mouth widened in a brilliant smile.

"Okay, I confess," she said, holding her hands up, the motion making her breasts bounce. "I'm a bit of a slut for lingerie! Haha... I mean, I'm a slut for a lot of things, quite frankly, but lingerie is one of the biggest. I guess I got carried away with dress-up here, haha. I mean, going by your descriptions, your wife would never go for something this skimpy and sexy! You said she doesn't have a great ass like I do, so she probably won't work this thong like I can. And I know I have better tits, so she probably won't be able to fill it out like I do, and that's what really makes it work. But... you do see what I'm talking about with the color? Red, or anything bright, works much better than muted colors. Right?"

"Uh... yeah, I guess," Colin said, ready to be done with this. He felt like he was starting to see through her, and not just cause her lingerie was see-through over her delicious frame. He had caught some of her word choices, and he could see how much trouble she could be. This needed to end now. "Listen, Rachel... I need to be going. Can we just... pick something out? Something a bit more, uh... tasteful? We can make it red. And let's just play it safe and do no thong. Just normal, nice underwear. How does that sound?" He asked firmly, trying to keep things as diplomatic as possible.

"Oh..." she paused, studying him for a moment, trying to figure out exactly what was causing this sudden shift in his behavior. Then, her face turned into one of concern, which really contrasted with the fact that she was standing in front of him in a red lace transparent bra and a thong. "I hope I'm not making you uncomfortable. I thought we were on the same page. I mean, we're two mature adults. You're a married man who has no idea what he's looking for, and I'm a lingerie saleswoman who knows what she's doing. I thought this would be okay, Colin..."

"Maybe I'm guilty of making assumptions about you. I see a guy like you, so attractive and well-dressed, and I couldn't help but think... man, you must have gotten savage levels of ass when you were single!" she said, and as shocked as he was to hear this, he couldn't deny that it was the truth. "I guess I thought me dressing up like this would barely register on your radar. I mean, I wouldn't be dressed like this if I thought it would bother you." Despite his still present skepticism, her concern did seem to be genuine, so he took it as intended. Maybe this was all some colossal misread on his end, but nonetheless, he was happy that he put his foot down, and he was glad she understood and was seemingly backing down.

"That's okay," he said calmly. "Can we just pick something out and move this along? Juliet will probably start asking wondering where I'm at pretty soon."

"Okay," she said. "Let me go get changed, and I'll grab something like you described. I know just the thing!" she said brightly, before spinning on her heel and marching out, closing the curtains behind her, shaking her thong-clad ass as she did so.

Colin breathed a sigh of relief that this finally seemed to be wrapping up. It felt like she was leading things along to something he wasn't comfortable with, but he had put a stop to that and let her know she was crossing some boundaries. It seems like she was having a bit of fun by teasing him, taking a shot in the dark just in case something could happen. But when he stood his ground, she had respectfully backed down. However, he still couldn't ignore that straining coming from his crotch, his cock still swollen with need. Breathing deep, he tried calming himself down and putting himself together for the home stretch.

Colin waited patiently for her to return, eager to be done with this Christmas gift hunt and just return back to his family. He heard Rachel return to the stall next to him, probably to change back into her normal clothes, and he awaited her return with the gift for Juliet. And finally, as he heard her approach the outside of his changing stall, he looked up, eager to see what she'd picked out for him.

And when she pulled open the curtain, all expectations of what he thought he'd see were thrown out the window.