I had just moved to Washington DC and had found a pretty good job for a publishing house, I was 24 making a lot of money but still felt pretty lonely not knowing many people in a new area. Moving from California I had no clothes that were weather appropriate for the east coast weather, so I found myself on a Saturday afternoon shopping for sweaters and a coat.
I found a high end store that did not seem as daunting as the others I had walked into. It was big with a lot of different choices and no pesky workers all over you all the time. I had tried on a few items already and loved their huge and private dressing rooms.
Walking around the store I couldn't help at stare at some of the other customers. Everyone seemed to be into themselves and no one seemed interesting enough to try to get to know. That all changed when I took a wrong turn and ended up in the woman's section. There in front of me stood a beautiful young girl. That's all she could really be a girl. She could not be older than 18, maybe 19. She was short about 5'3, blonde, blue eyed and wearing a ridiculously short skirt. I couldn't help but stare and felt my mouth go dry.
I hadn't been with anyone since I had moved, and just staring at her legs I couldn't help but get a little excited. I made a move towards her, and an older woman joined her in the aisle. She was older and shared the same blonde hair, I guessed it was her mother. She noticed her daughter holding a pair of what looked to be a very expensive and slutty looking bra.
"Sophie!" The mother said. She had a distinct accent. She had to be from Europe, from the look of the two I would guess Swedish or Norwegian.
"You cannot have that. You may be 18 now but you are still too young to be wearing that kind of thing"
There it was, she had just turned 18. She argued with her mother and tried to coax her into buying it for her but her mother would not budge.
"I am going to find clothes with your younger sister, we will be back in 30 minutes. Make sure you pick something appropriate, if not you will get nothing today understood?"
With that her mother left holding the hand of who I assumed had to be her younger sister. Again same blonde hair. Sophie looked at the bra and had the cutest little pout you could imagine. Her lips were full and covered with lip gloss. I could only imagine her taking me in between them.
At that moment she looked up and finally noticed me. Our eyes met and I smiled at her. At first she just looked away, but looking down at the bra she was holding she looked back up at me. She gave me the sexiest smile ever. Showing off all of her pearly white teeth. This girl was a hottie and she knew it.
She walked over to me with a sexy shimmy of her hips.
"Hello!" She said to me, with a similar accent to her mother's.
"Hi, how are you?" I said feeling a little nervous, and very warm under my collar. She lifted the bra to my eye level.
"Do you like this bra?" she asked in the most innocent voice. Taking an extra step closer to me so I could smell the sweet body mist she had on.
"It's a very sexy one"
"Do you think I would look nice in it?" She said this wrapping it around the top she was wearing.
"I think you would look great!" I felt like such a nervous wreck in that moment. Really smooth, very very smooth.
"Thanks, but its hard to tell with this top on. What if I showed you wearing just the bra?"
