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Saturday, November 19, 2005
My Double-D's
MY DOUBLE-D'S Recently a viewer of mine challenged my claim to a bra size of 36D. He insisted my jugs MUST be double-d's. I assured him that they were really JUST D's, and maybe even on the small side of D. Yesterday I had to go shopping for the cool strangling-men-with-stockings shoot we're doing tomorrow; the guy who commissions these videos has very specific tastes and wants to see no pink whatsoever. That called for a new black bra to fully cover my big areolas, and the guy wants a garter belt and panties to MATCH said black bra. I drove seventy-five miles to the nearest shopping mall, but none of the department stores had anything but sporty cotton matching bra and panty sets (thought they DID have bountiful selections of plush cozy robes so I bought a magnificent satin leopard-print robe with thick black fleecy lining to replace my ragged green plaid flannel LL Bean robe I've had for over ten years -- voyeurs WATCH OUT!). Anyway, I was FORCED to go to Victoria's Secret. I was immediately bombarded the first time I went in by bubbly women ten years my junior who couldn't find the bra I liked in 36D. So I left and searched more department stores. I came back to VS hours later dragging and despondent when "Tamara" approached me. She was probably a few years older and a few inches taller than I, brunette, and looked more like a lovely bakery owner in her black apron over white blouse than a VS girl. She was wearing lip gloss, and looked disturbed when I answered that I hadn't been helped yet. I promised her it was no one's fault, and that I wouldn't let anyone "help" me unless I was really REALLY desperate. She asked my bra size and when I told her she exclaimed, "I'm a 36D too!" It surprised me, it really did, when I felt suddenly bonded to Tamara simply because our breasts are the same size. Still, I didn't think Tamara could help me -- I'd looked all over the store and found nothing in black to my liking except for the bra that didn't come in my size. With a sigh I explained to her that I had to get a full-coverage bra for a photo shoot for a guy who didn't want to see any nipples. I told her that the bras with spangles and sparkles were not appropriate. Tamara had to have noticed the disparity between my apparent claim of being some kind of a model or hooker and my appearance: dour, extremely modest, shapeless in a black velour hoody . . . and obviously totally uncomfortable with being "helped" by a clerk. She probably thought I was making up the whole photo shoot specifications to justify being an extraordinarily un-twenty-first-century prude aiming for "full coverage". Sort of like a fifty-something human resources lady I liked at my old job who led a fairly conservative introverted life, but loved to make up stories to people on airplanes who tried to engage her in conversation. She told them she was a retired trapeze artist, a former burlesque dancer whose show featured her twin sister . . . anything to shock them before she donned her headphones and drowned them out. I think that's what Tamara thought I was doing, feeding her a line of glamour that was not at all in keeping with my unsexy, straight-faced, and conservative presence. Tamara set out to establish trust with me by describing her bra, the new lift-up without padding which she assured me was simple yet sexy. "Here, let me show you!" There on the sales floor Tamara slipped her apron over her head and began unbuttoning her blouse, craftily eyeing shoppers in the vicinity and conspiratorially muttering to me, "make sure no one else is watching." She unbuttoned to the base of her bra, pulled her blouse open, and bent over to give me an eyeful of her cleavage and tops of her breasts, explaining that she has two children and it supports everything and they never pop out even when she is twisting and turning and heaving her children into car seats. I blushed and told her she was making me sweat. She certainly did break down my resistance to being "helped". Tamara set me up with a few different styles of her bra and ushered me to the fitting room. She came in to inspect the first one, unhooked it, and re-hooked it on a tighter setting more to her liking. Her hands were cool on my back -- I wasn't lying about her earlier exhibit making me sweat. Tamara could see that something was not right with the fit. "Double-D -- you should be in a double-d." I was inexplicably horrified, even though I know that size is just a Victoria's Secret exaggeration. They don't make bras for women with breasts larger than D's, they just size up. When she came back with a couple of 34DD bras (apparently I've been wearing my bras too loosey-goosey, according to Tamara) I was completely topless, sagging sadly at the bosom over my warmly-tanned belly paunch hanging over the waist of my low-riders. I knew Tamara would understand my thirty-something physical condition though it probably made the whole "photo shoot" claim sound even CRAZIER. She fiddled with straps, again unhooked and rehooked the bra to a snugglier fit, her fingers coolly skimming over my shoulders and backphat. Later after paying for my Tamara-selected purchases, I began walking out of the store without my other shopping bags. She rescued them, saving me from deserting my hard-earned mall booty. I love my new 34DD VS bra, Tamara -- thank you. 
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5 Comments:
"Double-Ds" has a nice ring to it, no?
BTW, where do you get your nylon stockings from? I can't find any without a % spandex & I love the little wrinkles the real nylon ones give.
I bought one vintage pair from a very limited supply with retro sizing at our local dancewear shop, and I have a pair that was a gift: the brand is Cervin and I believe he got them at one of these places:
http://www.stockingshq.com/
http://girdlebound.com/
oh yummy, what a delightful bra shopping experience...at Victorias Secret..no doubt. My favorite bra shopping experience I got fucked hard in the dressing room by my now hubby, then new boyfriend..oh yeah.
Try secretsinlace.com for stocking too.. they have some great hosiery for some all right prices..a little expensive..but worth it.
I have one vintage pair still in the package that I bought at a little retro clothes/furniture shop a couple of years ago. I still haven't taken them out of the package though, since I'll probably run them just trying to get 'em on & get my lights set up.
Check antique stores and thrift stores for real nylon stockings. I bought a bunch at the local St. Vincents before it burned.
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