The Boutique

If it's any consolation, they do improve with age, Monica assured her.

Really?

Well, most of them do, anyway, she amended. Some, unfortunately, remain at that level the rest of their lives. She gave Sharon's shoulders a little squeeze. But it's not like you're in a hurry. And you do look fabulous; I really mean it.

Thanks, Sharon said demurely. She pulled a little on the bra, more to have anything to occupy herself with than because it fit poorly. Somehow it managed to lift her breasts without appearing to do so, making them look bigger, something Sharon rather liked. The semi-transparent material was quite daring, she thought, with the strategically placed floral pattern just barely concealing her nipples. The panties were high-cut, subtly giving the impression of her legs being longer, while fitting snugly over her bum.

Will you stop fussing already, Monica laughed. There's not much you can do to improve on this, you know. She reached around Sharon's waist and gently brushed away her hands. She straightened the bra straps where Sharon's fussing had left them askew; then her hands moved to the cups, tugging and adjusting slightly. Sharon was suddenly very aware of the other woman's close proximity, the feeling of her arms around her waist and her own almost-nakedness. God, it's hot in here, she thought; Monica must have cranked up the thermostat earlier. Monica cupped the underside of her breasts, pushing them up while adjusting the bra. The other woman's hands on her breasts made Sharon's stomach tighten.

In an attempt to gracefully escape the awkward situation, Sharon turned sideways, pretending to look at herself critically in the mirror. Monica's hands dropped from her breasts, and she eased back half a step. Sharon was acutely aware that her face was flushed, but Monica seemed as cool and collected as always.

My bum is too fat, she complained, ceasing on the first thought that entered her mind, and pulled at the seat of her panties.