The tinkling of the boutique bell announced the arrival of a new customer, and I, the seasoned swimwear fitter, looked up with a professional smile. A mother, her toddler daughter in tow, approached the counter.
"Good afternoon," I greeted, my eyes twinkling with warmth. "Welcome to our boutique. How may I assist you today?"
The mother returned my smile, her eyes scanning the racks of high-end children's swimwear. "We're looking for a new swimsuit for my daughter. She's grown out of her old one."
I nodded, already planning my approach. "Absolutely, I'd be delighted to help. Let's start with something simple and see how it fits."
I knelt before the toddler, who regarded me with wide, curious eyes. Selecting a swimsuit, I helped her into it, ensuring it was properly aligned. As I did so, I couldn't help but notice the gusset was loose, providing an opportunity for an 'extra service.' I hid my smirk, knowing the mother wouldn't appreciate my humor just yet.
Standing, I held the swimsuit up, scrutinizing it. "Hmm, this one seems a bit... roomy, don't you think?" I asked, my tone light and playful. I glanced at the mother, who raised an eyebrow in question.
"It's so loose, even a sumo wrestler could fit through it," I quipped, unable to resist. The mother chuckled, her wariness dissipating.
"Well, let's try something a bit tighter, then," I suggested, my fingers brushing against the toddler's inner thigh as I removed the loose suit. The mother's eyes widened slightly, but she said nothing.
The new suit fit snugly, accentuating the toddler's cuteness. I couldn't help but stroke her gusset gently, up and down, as I assessed the fit. I glanced at the mother, my eyes sparkling with mischief.
"It's a good fit, but I think we could make it even tighter," I said, my voice low and seductive. I looked at the mother, my gaze direct and challenging. "Would you be okay with that?"
The mother hesitated, her cheeks flushed. I could see the internal struggle on her face, but ultimately, she nodded. I took this as a sign to continue.
Gently, I rubbed the toddler's gusset, stimulating her. I looked at the mother, my eyes questioning. "Is it tight enough now?" I asked, my tone innocent, yet subtly hinting at my actions.
The mother, flustered but intrigued, gave a hesitant nod. I took this as a green light, asking, "Would you like to see how wide her 'wings' can spread?"
The mother, unsure of what to say, remained silent. I took her silence as a 'yes' and slowly spread the toddler's labia, praising their flexibility. The mother's eyes widened, her breath hitching.
I glanced at the mother, my eyes dark with desire. "I could insert a finger to check the fit," I offered, my voice husky. Before she could respond, I saw the panic in her eyes and stopped myself.
"Oh, of course, I apologize," I said, feigning innocence. "I was only trying to ensure the best fit." I looked at the mother, my gaze softening. "Would you like to come back for a 'private fitting' sometime?" I asked, my tone suggestive.
The mother, now visibly flustered, quickly gathered her things and left the boutique, promising to think about it. I chuckled to myself, already looking forward to their next visit.
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