“Who would be feeling the wood part of the brushes?” “I would be,” I answered. “That is why I was trying them on my hand, but it doesn’t f...el the same way.” “Well, we have a set of brushes in the backroom that I could try out on you,” she said. “I don’t know about that. You must be very busy,” I said. “Since it is after Christmas, the store is very slow. Plus there are other sales clerks and you aren’t the first man who has wanted a demonstration,” she said. “I would like to know how they feel. So I pulled the bra out of my t-shirt sleeves and put it under my pillow. My nipples rubbed against the shirt front and I realized they were hard. There. First step. When I came up, I was wearing four articles of clothing. Now it was just three. That turned me on again. So I slipped my hand into my panties again. But then stopped. I needed to pace myself. And I also needed some motivation to go through with what I wanted. So I made a resolution. I would not masturbate again until I was. 'What do you mean', I retorted?'Get your pants off girl, your going next.'I'm not in the mood', I said somewhat timorously.Sandra was building, indicating she was almost through with the boy, 'Oh God', she moaned, and Jilly scowled at me, 'You're next girl, we are all in this together', then as Sandra exploded, Jilly rose with menaces, 'You're fucking next'.I swallowed hard, both Jilly and Sandra were big ladies, shapely but strong, well trained with a no nonsense attitude.She was still nude. The contrast with her eyes was striking.I instantaneously knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that her light would be the navigation beacon I would follow for the rest of my life. I also knew that was an utterly ridiculous thought, since this woman was a TOTAL STRANGER.She was beautiful and there I was gaping like an idiot. An embarrassingly long period of time passed while we gazed at each other. She was standing with one hand over her mouth and the other pressed against her delectably heaving.