Lingerie shop

I am a woman. So, first thing to do when entering a new city is checking out the shops. My own German, who has definitly not my patience if it comes to shopping, is volunteering. Not suprising. Today, we're lingerie shopping.

Let's just say it's my nature. My culture. When I say lingerie, I mean sexy. Very. For a handfull. Got your attention?

My German and I in the city. Shopping lingerie. It takes me about half an hour to explain I want the sexy stuff. No sporty stuff. Different shop.

Let's just say a German man is not the kind who buys lingerie for his wife. At least not mine. Three shops later I have also explained I have not an XXL size - he should have known - and purple is not my color. I even explained it does not have to be cheap. I pay.

But there is no return. The only bra a woman can get in Germany is sporty. XXL size. Purple. And cheap.

You're wondering if the breasts on the right are mine? Could be. Definitly not German. Too sexy.