They headed over to Soma.
As they walked in, they looked around, and were then approached by a very sophisticated young woman.
She was very pretty, probably in her early 30's, long brunette hair, glasses covering her hazel eyes.
She had a generous bust inside a purple blouse, and a black skirt that led down to her legs encased in black pantyhose, and her feet in black flats.
"Hello ladies, my name is Pamela, is there something that I can assist you with today?"
"Um, I, um, yes, I was, um, looking, to get, that is, I am looking for something special, but I guess I have been really not shopping at a store like this, so I am overwhelmed, and a bit unsure of even my size anymore," Jon stammered as he tried to not get lost in his or Samantha's feelings towards this saleswoman.
"Well, if you don't mind, let's go back into the dressing room, and I can take some measurements and see what style you are wearing, then I can help make some recommendations. We have many options to explore," and then Pamela led Jon back to the dressing room. He slipped off his jacket and then got to work on removing his blouse.
"Okay, now let's see here," as Pamela unhooked Jon's bra to see if she could find a size on it. "Wow, I can guess you have washed this a few dozen times, the label is completely worn away," and she reconnected it. "And look at the way your breasts are sitting in this thing, it is barely holding you in." Pamela felt around Jon's breasts adjusting the cups, and showing Jon how the bra was not the right size. She took out her tape, and did some measurements, and then had Jon remove his bra looking at the mirror as she did some additional measurements. This was the first time today that Jon had been this naked in Samantha's body, and it was quite the site to see her breasts.
"Wow, you are blessed, and I am guessing that was your daughter, so at least one kid, and you still have this natural breasts, so large and firm, you will have to tell me your secret. You are a 38 D like me," gesturing at her breasts, and giving them a little lift, "but this bra is at best a C cup, and may not even be the right band size anymore. You don't need much for support, but I am sure if you were walking around all day that you would want some better control over your chest. Let me grab a few items to help show you what we have for styles, and then we can work on some colors and combos," and she left.
Jon just stared at himself. He was incredibly turned on and embarrassed. He was in Karyn's mom's body, staring at her breasts in a mirror, and had just had a beautiful woman touch her breasts. She was feeling all sorts of pleasure, both in his mind, and her body.
"Okay, so, this is one of my favorites, and I am thinking it will look great on you," as she gestured for Jon to lift his arms and she slid it on and clasped it on him. She adjusted the cups, straps and then had him look at herself.
"So, what do you think," she whispered into Jon's ear.
"I um, love it, what else do you have in mind?"
This went on for another half hour, and finally Jon had 2 new bras and matching panties all selected. Finally they left the store, with Jon wearing one of the new bras, but electing not to try the panties, first out of fear that she had possibly already soaked through her current ones, and not wanting to mess with her hosiery.
"So mom, have fun?"
"What, oh yeah, that was different, I can honestly say I have never had an experience shopping for underwear like that before. Honestly, I usually just go to the department store and grab a pack of underwear or socks, and that is good for a few months. This is quite a bit different getting one of these over the shoulder boulder holders that actually is comfortable, and that looks pretty. I cannot believe she picked that ratty old one to wear today, especially under such a nice suit."
"Yeah, mom, you never really seem to give much thought to your intimates, which is probably where I got that from, but I am glad you got to experience that, it was fun, but now we have to try the most exciting thing, shoes. And, I think we should..."
