Wishful Thinking/Start At The Skin
From Create Your Own Story
"I think you should start at your skin and work your way out -- the lingerie store," you say, thinking of all sorts of trouble you can get into.
Her face lights up. "That's a great idea. Then I can wear my new delicates while I'm trying on clothes. It'll make me feel sexy." She takes you by the arm and walks into the mall with you, hanging on you like a date.
As you walk, your mom nuzzles your neck and nibbles your ear. Her hot breath makes you so horny, you can hardly stand it. You check the mall map and see Victoria's Secret is just a hundred yards to the left. After a few minutes of walking, you come to the glitzy store with a half dozen manikins in the windows, wearing provocative and sexy bras and panties. You walk in. Your mother disengages from your arm and finds a sales clerk. You follow. When the sales clerk is very sexy herself, wearing some kind of push-up bra that gives her great cleavage and a jutting bust line. Her blue silk shirt and tight black skirt make her look professional and sexy at the same time. She obviously buys her lingerie at the store with her employee discount. She's a brunette about five and a half feet tall with a cute face and hot green eyes.
"How may I help you?" the sales clerk says.
"I need some bras and matching panties. And I need to get measured, since these puppies have changed size a bit." You smother a snicker.
The sales clerk smiles and says, "Excellent! I'll get the tape and I'll meet you in the changing rooms."
You hope that the clerk will let you watch in the changing room, as your mom starts walking.
"And he can join us there too, if you like," the brunette adds with a smirk. Your wishing power just kicked in.
Your mother heads to the changing room. You follow.
You get there just as the lovely salesgirl shows up, bearing a long yellow tape measure. "Let's use this changing room; it's the biggest one," the clerk says. She leads you to the last door down the hall. She opens door, ushering the two of you in. As the last one in, she steps behind you to close the door, then squeezes your ass. You must be unconsciously wishing again.
This really is a big changing room. One wall is covered with mirrors, a bench goes across the opposite wall, and a chair is on each side wall. The room is at least twelve feet square.
You pick the chair opposite the door. The sales clerk approaches your mom with the tape measure.
