EUF at the clothing store

[Brt38]

Last Tuesday I was in the countryside, and decided to visite a second-hand charity shop that was on my way. For some reason, this shop is apparently mainly visited by women, even though they also sell men's clothes.
I found a nice shirt that I wanted to try on, they even had it in 2 different sizes that were close to mine. The shop assistant was standing in the doorway, it seemed as if she was keeping an eye on that one man in there.
"Can I help you?" she asked, when she saw me walking around with to shirts on hangers.
"Can I try this on somewhere?" I asked. At first she looked somewhat doubtful, and then showed me the way. She showed through a room with a large mirror in a corner. In the room a blonde lady in a grey sweater and brown pants, standing with her back to me, was looking through a rack.
The shop assistant opened a door. Altough I had expected to be taken to a changing room, this was a storage room, where I should try on the shirts. No problem for me, she closed the door and I started changing. The shirt was buttoned up tightly, and it took me a few minutes to take it off the hanger and put it on.
Because there was no mirror, I had to go back into the store to see how the shirt did look on me.
The blonde lady was now standing in front of the mirror, she was no longer wearing the brown pair of pants, but a grey denim skirt. Apparently she had used another place to change. Just before I arrived, she returned to the clothes rack.
The shirt seemed just a bit too small for me, and I decided to return to the storage room and try on the other shirt.
When I turned around, the lady, still standing with her back to me, had already started unbuttoning the denim skirt.
I went back into the storage room to try on the second shirt.
When I came out a few minutes later, the blonde was still standing in the same spot, and was now pulling up a pair of black polyester pants, I could just see a hint of her light blue underwear before she pulled the waistband over it.
I decided to keep my distance not to make her nervous while admiring herself in the mirror, and when she turned away it was my turn to take a look how well the shirt fit.
The woman was facing the clothes rack again when I walked behind her. She had already started unzipping her pants.
I looked at the second shirt in the mirror, it fit better than the first one. In the mirror, I could also see the blonde lady pulling down the classy pants. Her bare upper legs appeared, and she was wearing blue full back panties.
I decided to buy the shirt, and as I turned around, pulling the pants down her lower legs. Walking past, I could easily take a good look at her round butt. It was almost completely covered by her light blue cotton panties, which had a dark blue lace trim at the leg holes (a bit of bare back was also to be seen, as her sweater had ridden up), and the leg holes were just finished with a simple elastic band. As she was bent over, the gusset appeared from in between her thick legs.
I changed back into my own shirt, and as I wanted to leave the storage room, she was still standing with her back to me, busy with her phone, the black pants around her ankles, her undies still in full view. I got back into the storage room and waited a few minutes to give her some privacy, and when I came out again, she had taken off the pants completely and was hanging the pants back on the rack. The sweater had slipped down over her back, but her panty-clad ass was still completely visible.
When I walked past her, she looked over her shoulder, and all of a sudden she was very startled (a man! in here!), quickly pulled her sweater down over her butt, and turned her behind away from me. This pulling at the back had made her sweater rise in the front, and now her crotch, covered in blue cotton, appeared in full glory. She noticed, and quickly gave a tug down on the front of her sweater, having her face turned bright red.
Although I found the whole spectacle quite exciting, I tried to walk past discreetly.
The lady at the checkout asked me if there was no tag on the shirt. I guessed there was, and I had to go back to the storage room for that (I swear I didn't do it on purpose!).
As I entered the room in between, the blonde lady was still there, the brown pair of pants I had first seen her wearing in her hands, ready to put it on.
As she noticed me coming in again, she quickly covered her crotch reflexively and turned her back to the rack.
I found the tag inside the storage room, and as I returned, I could see her in profile. She was still standing in the same spot, pantsless, with her brown pants held in front of her crotch. I tried not to look at her directly, but she seemed frozen, she was bright red, almost purple, looking at an unspecified spot in front of her.
She was still holding the pair of pants in front of her crotch, but her sweater had ridden all the way up again, and I could still have a glance at the side of her light blue panties hugging her round butt.
I paid for the shirt and left the shop. I hope the lady has gotten over her shame by now.

[piecenick]

I sell and install POS (point of sales software) to boutiques. I had a store scheduled to come on line in a couple of weeks, so plenty of time to set up registers and software. Then the owner call me and asked how quickly I can just get at least two registered going, she was purchased a container of womens apparel, If she could just sell a portion of this stuff, it would give her a cash boost right off the bat.

I organized the staff, got them trained on the software, get about 10K items priced and inventoried, in three days they were ready for a preopening sale. I was going to be there for the problems that were sure to happen. they set up a crude dressing room, basically just an area behind some dress racks. The clothes were for the 20-28 market, within 20 minutes of opening, the were over a dozen people waiting. Within a half hour I started setting up another register that I would run, everyone else was slammed.
We had a few issues a mismarked merch, customer for the benefit, by noon, it was going so well, we had another crew marking more merch. Some time in there the dress rack that was the dressing room was almost bare, if I looked in the direction lots of bare boobs, butts in thongs, this was in March, so sundresses were big sellers.

I've been on Bourbon St. on Mardi Gras, but I've only seen a display like that on a topless beach in France.