Mr. Mint’s Secretary

As I stood in front of the mirror, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and nervousness about my first day of work at Mr. Mint’s office. My new job as his secretary was a dream come true, and I was eager to start making a good impression.

I had spent hours getting ready, trying on different outfits and finally settling on a black pair of yoga pants and a seamless bra. I brushed my teeth, styled my hair, and spritzed on some Black Opium by Yves Saint Laurent. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I felt confident and ready to take on the day.

I grabbed my purse and headed out the door, already thinking about what I wanted to buy at the mall. With my newfound freedom and spending money, I was determined to upgrade my wardrobe and look like a professional.

As I walked to the bus stop, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief that I wasn’t headed to summer school. The bus ride was uneventful, but I couldn’t help but notice the seam wedged between my thighs. I tried to adjust myself discreetly, but it was hard not to feel embarrassed.

When I arrived at the mall, I was determined to make the most of my day. I headed straight to Reitmans and picked out a new skirt, belt, and shirt. Next, I hit up Urban Planet and left with two full bags and a lighter purse.

As I was walking out of the store, I heard someone calling my name. I turned to see Lori, Amy’s mom, walking towards me with a smile. We struck up a conversation, and I found myself feeling drawn to her warmth and friendliness.

Lori asked me if I wanted to put my bags in her car, and I agreed. As we walked to her vehicle, she asked me about my job and how I had heard about it. I told her about Mr. Mint and the interview my dad had arranged.

Lori smiled and said, “I’m sure you’ll do great. You have a great personality, and you always look so put together.” I felt a flutter in my chest at her compliment.

As we walked back into the mall, Lori mentioned that she was looking for some summer clothes and asked if I wanted to join her. I agreed, and we spent the next hour browsing through the stores and chatting.

At one point, I caught myself staring at Lori’s emerald green bra and wondered if her panties matched. She saw me looking and smiled, saying, “The panties match too.” I felt a rush of excitement at her playful comment.

Lori and I continued to chat and laugh as we walked through the mall. I found myself feeling more and more attracted to her with each passing minute.

As we walked outside to her car, Lori mentioned that she was on holidays and asked if I wanted to go out that night. I froze, realizing what I had just said. But then she leaned over and whispered, “Where could we go?”

I smiled and asked if we could just sit at her place for the afternoon. She agreed, and we made plans to pick up some wildberry coolers and a bathing suit.

As we drove to the other mall, Lori mentioned that it didn’t look good if we went to the liquor store before 2. I laughed and said I understood. When we arrived at her car, I felt a rush of excitement as I realized we were actually going to spend the afternoon together.

I couldn’t believe what was happening. My best friend’s mom, Lori, was leading me to Victoria’s Secret, insisting that I find a bra and matching panties. Her fingers massaged my palms as she took my hand, sending sparks through my body. I didn’t pull away, even when she gave my hand a gentle squeeze and let it go. I had no idea if she felt the same sparks, but I couldn’t deny the attraction growing between us.

As we entered the store, I was suddenly faced with the daunting task of trying on bras and panties. I felt a rush of moisture between my legs, and I quickly rummaged through my purse for a kleenex. I was relieved to have some time to compose myself, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was in trouble. What if Lori saw the wet panties? I laughed to myself, wondering what she would think if I handed her back a pair of damp lingerie.

Lori walked over to the attendant and began explaining what she was looking for. “My daughter’s nipples need to be covered, but she wants a comfortable bra. She needs a sports bra, a white, red, and black executive bra, and a few everyday bras. Various colors, and matching panties for each one,” she said with a smile.

The attendant, Leah, was friendly and helpful, but I couldn’t help sneaking glances at Lori as she tried on different bras and panties. I pictured her in each one, and my imagination ran wild. Leah noticed my interest and smiled knowingly.

“Ah, you’re wearing seamless panties, Kelly,” she said with a glance.

“Yes,” I replied, reaching around to ensure my panties weren’t showing.

“Don’t worry, they’re not showing. I just didn’t see you as a ‘commando type,’ and I didn’t see any G-string indicators,” she said with a smile.

“And what are G-string indicators?” I asked, curious.

“Just a way to tell if someone is wearing one or not,” Leah replied. “Now, let’s get you fitted for some bras. 34B, right?”

“Yes, how did you know?” I asked, smiling.

“I’ve worked with your mom for a few months, Kelly. One is an underwire bra, but I just threw that in to see if you like the fit. You don’t need one, though,” Leah said with a smile.

“Can I take all these into the change room at the same time?” I asked, feeling a sense of relief.

“Actually, you might not be able to hide anything under your current outfit, so yes, you can take them all in. There are panty liners in the change rooms, or you can put them on over your underwear,” Leah said with a helpful smile.

I liked the change rooms – they were big and had mirrors at every angle. I looked up, but there were no mirrors on the ceiling. I giggled to myself as I slid my yoga pants down and sat down to try on the bras and panties.

As I tried on the first pair, I felt a rush of excitement. They fit me pretty well, and I decided to buy them anyway, so I could try them on without my panties. I wiggled into my new bikini-style underwear, but then I remembered how wet I was.

“Oh, shit,” I thought, pulling the panties away from my soaking pussy. I brought the wet mark to my lips and tried to lick and suck it out. I needed to get a grip on my decision-making skills, but at the moment, I was in trouble.

I must have been daydreaming because on the third knock, the door opened, and Leah stood there with a bra. “Your mom picked out this one for you,” she said with a smile, her eyes finally meeting mine.

I was posing in the mirrors, with the crotch of my damp panties in my mouth, trying to dry them out. I was sitting on the change room bench with my legs open, nude and very wet. I felt a rush of embarrassment, but also a thrill of excitement.

I pulled the material from my mouth and mumbled, “I’m going to buy them all. It’s okay.”

Leah looked me up and down, then said, “If you don’t want them, you don’t need to buy them. This happens all the time. Why do you think we provide panty liners?”

“And what are G-string indicators?” I asked, feeling a little silly.

“Just a way to tell if someone is wearing one or not,” Leah replied with a smile.

“Can I use the change room to put on a different bra?” I asked, feeling a little flustered.

“Of course,” Leah said, handing me a pair of scissors to cut the tags. “I’ll just go back to work.”

Sitting down on the same bench, I took my top off and opened the bag to take out the bra. As I began to remove the tags, the door opened, and Lori walked in.

“Would you like a hand? The attendant told me you leave the door unlocked,” Lori said with a giggle.

“I need my heart restarted first,” I told her, trying to respond to her sudden entrance.

“I’m sorry, sweety. I didn’t mean to frighten you,” Lori said, murmuring.

“Again with the ‘sweety,'” I said, smiling as I looked at the bra and saw Lori’s hand come into view as she took the bra out of my hands.

“Is my perverted fantasy coming to life?” Lori slipped the cups around to my chest as I spun in front of her. She quickly grasped the back of the bra and attached it together. I was looking into the mirror as I saw her lean forward and gently kiss my shoulder and the thin strap of my bra.

“I thought we were trying to hide my nipples, Lori, and this won’t do it,” I said, turning around and kissing her quickly on the mouth.

Lori looked shocked, and then quickly said, “OK, I’ll meet you outside.”

With confusion running through my head and the sweet taste of Lori on my lips, I pulled my shirt back on over my nipple-hiding bra. I adjusted my top, but couldn’t hide both straps. I left the shoulder strap exposed that Lori had kissed.

I rechecked the mirrors and smoothed out my yoga pants as I exited the change room, where I had kissed my best friend’s mom for the first time.

“Now you look notable for the right reasons, Kelly. I’m glad Lori’s pick worked. Still leaving that door unlocked, I saw,” Leah said with a smile.

“No use changing now,” I told her, returning her smile. “Thanks for all your help.”

“Have an amazing day,” Leah said, handing me my purchases.

“Without a doubt now,” I said under my breath as I saw Lori sitting outside the store with a smile on her face.

“If I’ve had enough shopping for the day,” Lori asked, standing up.

“Yes, I’d love to sit in your backyard with you, in the sun, for the rest of the day. Oh geez…we forgot to look for the sandals,” I exclaimed.

Lori laughed and said, “And that was the reason we came here.”

The store was right across the mall, and the sandals were cheaper by $4.99, but it was worth it for the experience we had just shared.

“It was a well-worth-it trip, though,” I told Lori as we walked towards her car. The heat was oppressive, and we sat down in the car, laughing and joking.

Lori undid the top two buttons of her dress, revealing her emerald green bra. I turned my eyes away, feeling a rush of excitement.

“I had forgotten my dress was open until I reached into my purse and felt eyes on me. I looked down, and everything was on display,” Lori said with a grin.

“Proudly displayed, I would say,” I replied, smiling.

“More comments like that, and I will pay for your coolers all day, Kelly,” Lori said, laughing.

As we drove to the liquor store, I felt a sense of ease and connection with Lori that I had never felt before. We chatted and laughed, and I couldn’t help but feel drawn to her.

When we pulled up to the store, Lori blurted out, “I saw you going down on my daughter. Both of you were moaning. Her louder than you! And I can’t get it out of my mind,” she whispered to the windshield.

I felt a rush of embarrassment and shock, but also a thrill of excitement. I didn’t know what to say, but I knew I couldn’t deny the attraction between us.

“I…I don’t know what to say,” I stuttered, feeling a sense of trepidation.

“Just take your time, Kelly,” Lori said, looking at me with a mix of curiosity and desire.

As we sat there, I knew that my life was about to change in ways I couldn’t even imagine.