Written by Dan Chucks
“Where are you nau?!” called out the fat woman again from inside the changing cubicle.
“I will be there in a moment ma!” followed my reply, as I pulled shut the glass sliding front door to my elder brother’s lingerie shop. It was already past 9pm and from what I could see around, virtually all shops on the road had closed down for the day despite the festivities. Unfortunately, I had to delay a bit hoping this seemingly last customer, will quickly purchase a wear and leave; but she hadn’t and was still endlessly needing my attention.
“And please bring me a larger mirror o, this one can’t let me see a thing!” she suddenly yelled again from the cubicle! Her English was just too good for how she looked. A common trait with the average Lagos resident – you can never tell the learned from how they appeared.
“Okay ma.” was my own reply as I finally shut the door, leaving both of us locked in. We were going to leave from the service door behind anyways. After picking up the larger mirror from where it was hung on a high shelf, I began walking down the hall to go meet the customer.
My brother, Chime’s shop was that big. It was actually six shops collapsed into one! The largest in the vicinity. He was so lucky to have been told of the availability of all six of them, and as soon as he got the information, he quickly bought them up at once. Talk of the average Ibo man’s business acumen, and it paid off handsomely.
He became an instant rival to all the lingerie shop owners along that road and more like chased them out of business. He soon became the only dealer of brassieres, panties, undies and anything female lingerie! And many customers came from far and wide. His success was unprecedented and soon he began doing wonders back home at Onitsha, our hometown. I was still there as at then, and it was just after he bought his fifth landed property that he asked me come over to Lagos to join him.
Not as a trader though, but to come school. I was always the brilliant one among us – we were three boys. And did continue with academics. It wasn’t really easy getting through Jamb initially, but I was quite surprised even though fortunate to eventually secure an admission finally at Lagos State University. So this was how I moved to Lagos for study, even though I had to occasionally assist him at his shop, where he now had over 8 sales girls and boys.
This very day was one such days and I had moved straight from lectures to come assist in the trading for the day. It was a very busy day, basically because of the Xmas season, and despite his presence and mine alongside the 8 additional sales persons, we were continually overwhelmed by visiting costumers! It was just overtly hectic and we had to repeatedly ask some people to momentarily wait outside. That was how difficult it was for everyone.
Yet it continued that way until sometime around 7pm, before we began having some respite. Chime dismissed the sales girls and boys earlier than normal just to allow them return home to rest. He also left me with some instructions and drove off with his car. He was obviously not done with the day as he needed to go pick up some of his wears that were moved to a nearby cloth factory for a bit of stitching here and there – they were shipped in with a few tears and needed amending.
As for me, I was to close the shop by 9pm after attending to any other costumers that may still call in. It was just a few minutes to the said 9pm, when this very lady costumer walked in.
Of all my times and visits to my brother’s shop, I had never seen or met her before. She was evidently Ijaw given she was making a call in her dialect when she stepped in. She was very plump and a bit obese. And about the same height as myself; I am not exactly tall at 5’5″, so she wasn’t tall. But she was beautiful. Openly so, with well defined cheekbones that gave her face a peculiar attraction to it. This was so despite her looking early-forty and with a lot of flesh. I also noticed her hair was likely natural and the length was only going to always surprise given it comfortably reached her mid-back.
Anyways, it wasn’t until she entirely faced me, that I got to know she had even more about herself than I had seen.
Her boobs were in simple words, mouth-watering, and they just sat on her chest like two succulent humongous melons! They weren’t just huge but equally broad and heavy-looking. In fact, when I finally did let my eyes tear away from the heaving mammarries to look down her legs, I noticed that the outrageous nature of her breasts had also caused her gown to climb higher up her thighs, than it should normally do.
Before she would walk round the circular shelf just after the door, and then approach me, I had already been presented a glorious view of her legs, up into her mid-thighs.
They were all exposed, unforgiving. However, what I didn’t notice still, was that she had her eyes on me as well, and when I finally looked up, our eyes met, before quickly looking our separate ways!
She would eventually tell me she wanted to shop for JJ-size brassieres!
A size just a few women only asked for. She was undeniably busty and I found it hard painting any perfect picture of how big she was, under her gown. Ordinarily, I have never been the one to want to openly flirt with women, let alone when the lady is one who was likely nearly double my age; I was just 24.
So as I wished and fantasized about her with a section of my head, I still remained focused knowing she was my brother’s costumer, thus dumping all the crazy fantasies to the side.
After helping her make some selections, I pointed her to the changing cubicle where she could try out the new collection facing a mirror. She barely spent a full minute in there though, before asking me to come help her unhook a tough one so that she can try it out too, and that I should also get her a bigger mirror on my way. I was on the doors already and needed to close down for the evening. But as soon as I was done with that, I began walking up to the cubicle.
“I am still waiting bros.” called the woman again for the umpteenth time! I was already becoming peeved now.
Of course, I didn’t answer her again, as I was just a few distance from the door. On getting to it, I swung it open.
“Ehee…” she just begun saying on noticing me, “Please help me unhook these two, they seem too tight.” she was handing me the said brassieres but goodness knows I had no eye on what she was giving me because I was totally blown away by something else instead.
For right before me stood the woman, with just her bra and panty on, the gown she was wearing earlier on, was now hung over a chair at the corner of the cubicle! The fact that she behaved as though everything was still in the most normal of states, was equally just mindboggling.
“Did you hear me, bros?” was her next question, bringing me to tear my eyes away from her glorious boobies which looked like they would overflow the cups of her admittedly undersized bra!
“Yea…Yes ma” was my reply as I picked up the brassieres and began unhooking them. All the while, I ogled her beautiful body, starting from her panty-covered ass which was facing me now, down to her thick fleshy thighs and then her legs! They were so tempting, and I wished I could just grab them with my itchy hands.
Unfortunately though, I was soon through with the brassieres and had to leave after giving them back to her. But then, the images of the lady’s luscious boobs and ass, wouldn’t leave my head, despite walking out of the cubicle.
Even while I was seated at the cashier’s desk a couple of minutes later, they still repeatedly crossed my mind. Of course, Chime has always told me how some ladies loved to go completely nude even if it was just a pantyhose they were looking to try out, but this was the first time I was experiencing it myself! And it was already turning into a crazy night for me.
I didn’t even know I was spotting a boner already until I shut her door behind me and began walking up to the cashier’s desk. As several thoughts of what the night could likely turn out to be kept bombarding my head, my modest 8inch dick kept being readjusted within my tight-fitting denim trouser! Funny enough, it wasn’t even as though I had seen anything outlandish.
It was just her bra-covered boobs and her panty-covered ass. But yet, I couldn’t be at rest. A good indication of how much of a learner I was in this clime. I had no girl I could call a girlfriend, and the last time I tried keeping one for myself, it turned out a major disaster.
Unlike your average guy, I have never had the habit of seeing porn on phones or magazines. They always looked a bit of a taboo for me. So I was an absolute green-horn, in matters of sex. I wasn’t a virgin though, but I was worse than most virgins who only sought for the opportunity before they would gladly fuck their way out of virginity.
Anyways, while I thought all these, a rather new side of concerns began setting in when it begun looking like the lady costumer was starting to take more time than anticipated. After waiting another 5 minutes, I had to stand and begin walking towards the cubicle.
“Bra Boy?!!” was the sudden call I got from inside the cubicle just about four steps into my trek. She was the one calling.
“Did she just call me ‘Brassiere Boy’?” I asked myself, feeling totally ridiculed by the name.
“Bra Boy?! Are you there?” she was absolutely referring to me for real, quite surprisingly.
“I’m coming madam” was my response doing well to suppress the burgeoning anger I was already feeling
When I got to the cubicle door, I swung it open, but lo and behold, I was greeted with yet another neck-breaker.
My woman-costumer was backing me and bent over the chair at the corner – probably in an attempt to sort the brassieres that were piled on there (she was now putting on one of ours) – and this brought her huge panty-covered ass right in my face.
Given she was bent over, the ass looked much more rounder and bulkier, and her ass cheeks seductively ‘overflowed’ from under the panty straps. The view was just awesome and was good enough to melt all my earlier anger away! And it brought me instant hard-on before I knew it! She began speaking on noticing my presence.
“Ehee… please I’ve been trying to test this very bra…” she was standing back erect now, “…but it is looking undersize even though the label says its double-J.”
She suddenly turned to face me, thus nearly knocking me off my perch with her outrageous looking mammaries! They now looked even more colossal because of the admittedly undersized brassiere.
The piece of clothe barely accommodated his areolas, let alone the swell of her fabulous boobs! In fact, her nipples were only just kept in-place by the rings of the bra-cups.
“Ehmm…ok ma. But…ehh…” I just couldn’t get words out of my mouth all of a sudden as my apparently widened eyes remained fixed on the large shooters before me.
“But…can..can’t you…can’t you pick another one?” I finally managed to complete
“Oh…I really like this one. Mostly because of these lacey groves” she ran a finger along some of the fancy lacey grooves that adorned the appreciably beautiful brassiere
“Oh…” I still preferred looking at the tip were her finger seemed to be forcing a nipple into a hide-and-seek game with the cup of the bra! I was so freaking hard now and just about then, she found out!
“Or do you guys have another one like this that is a bit larger?” she began to say again, and when I looked up at her face, found out she had her eyes solely fixed on the front of my trousers. She was certainly surprised to see I was spotting a firm erection out of the blue.
“Not…really ma” I managed to say after swallowing hard. I could even feel the beads of perspiration appearing on my forehead already.
“Oh dear. Then please help me fit in this one. I can’t afford not to buy it” she was already partly backing me again and facing the mirror.
Did I just hear ‘help me fit in’? My dick markedly twitched in response! “I…did you…I mean, what did-you-say ma?” I heard my terrible nervous mouth ask. I was openly shaking.
“Help me fit in the bra. If my breasts can fit into it, then I am buying it.” she pressed down her succulent boobies as she mentioned ‘my breasts can fit into it’. Meanwhile I was wondering how I was supposed to make an obviously undersized brassiere contain all those breasts I was seeing. But then, given this is was just few days to Xmas, and the price tag on the brassier we were talking about there was quite tangible, then I had little alternatives.
“Ok ma…” followed my response even though I still didn’t know where to start actually.
After getting myself to stand directly behind her, I began fiddling with the hook behind. I still can’t explain how she even managed to get the thing hooked-in in the first place. But then, I was only getting started when she began complaining all of a sudden.
“There is nothing to do there boy. Please bring your hand to the front.” she said a bit rashly while nudging back a bit and thus pressing into my hard dick with her large bum unknowingly! I practically jumped!
“Try to get the sides in first. If they can get in, then it will make it easier for you.”
I swallowed hard and only managed to nod my head. When I looked up to the mirror in front of us, I met her reflection looking at the floor.
Meanwhile, my hands were now coming around to her front and how ridiculous we both looked in the mirror with my arms almost totally disappearing under the sides of her magnificent boobs. She had nudged herself a bit forward, giving my erection a bit of respite. Barely a second later, she got a phone call. Her phone was already on the dresser in front of us and the mirror so she just stretched an arm to pick it up thus forcing my hand further into her bustline.
I licked my lips at once. Sniffing hard and praying the plenty beads of perspiration in my face do not trickle into my eyes. I was stuck like fuck, literarily, and I could comfortably hear My heart pounding so so loudly! I still was fidgeting, and her strong admittedly intoxicating cologne was in itself driving me crazier.
As she spoke in her dialect, waving an arm here and there, I was perched to her back like some kid would her mum. It was just awkward if not ridiculous how we looked in the mirror! Consequently, just after she dropped her phone and tried leaning up again, her butt inevitably pressed into my hard-on for yet a second time.
And of course, I jerked once again.
“You no dey push the thing in again?” she asked in mixed Pidgin.
“I…I..am doing…it…” I could barely even breathe as I struggled to move my erection away from her backside as much as I could. It was even quite hard to tell if she hasn’t been feeling all the hard prodding from my dick given she barely reacted on each occasion. I had now grabbed the side of her left boob and began attempting to get it into the left cup of the bra. And she responded by slightly lifting her arm, to give me more room.
However, as I continued with the fitting in of both boobs, one thing started becoming already obvious, and that was the fact that I zealously and cautiously avoided her areolas! They were both almost entirely out and clearly visible from the mirror before us, but other than occasionally eye them up – and my dick pulsating on each single look – I made sure I carefully avoided them! Of course they were very charming, being outrageously large and spread out so widely across the end of her breasts! And so dark and thick-looking.
But then, I was likely going to be thought to be out of my mind if my hands ever touched them despite being in a task that made it very unlikely. Or so I thought, because barely a minute into thinking this, she began rebuking me again!
“You are making this thing take too much time boy…” as she said so, she grabbed my right hand and heavily dropped it on her visibly heaving tits! “…push these breasts in. How can you do that by just remaining on one corner?
Eh? Behave like a man or are you afraid of the breasts?!”
Danny has a blog (quite-lewd.blogspot.com) where he writes very erotic stories.
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