We hit the stores. Shopping with her was fun. For the first time we talked like close friends. Before there had always been a business colleague touch to the conversation. Now it flowed easily like we'd been friends for years.
As I tried on clothes she would make comments. "With a body like that you could wear a cardboard box and break hearts."
She'd pick out 5 or 6 dresses and come in the dressing room with me. "Hmmm, that's a bit short, but really shows off your ass."
I tried on one I'd have to wear braless. "Dammit girl," she said. "It's a shame you have to cover those tits." She actually reached under my breasts through the dress and lifted them up.
She'd help zip me in and zip me out of dresses. Her fingers would slide against my thighs as she pulled at the hem line. I liked it wh
