"What do you think?" Miranda asked cutely, holding up a set of pink lingerie for her boyfriend to see.
"I think it won't be on you for very long, baby," Tom replied. He had a grin on his face that suggested he was fantasizing.
"I'm gonna go try it on, K?" she said happily as she walked toward the dressing room. The set was a hot pink push up bra with black lace poking out the edges, with matching panties that lacked a certain patch of important fabric. There was a little gold heart medallion dangling between the bra cups, and a smaller one centered on the front waistband of the panties. Tom thought the gold went perfect with Miranda's sandy-blonde hair, which she wore straight, reaching a little lower than her collarbone.
Tom was taller than Miranda by about four inches, standing a solid six foot one. He had broad shoulders and a tight chest. His hair was naturally jet black, about four inches long, and shaggy. He had a closely trimmed goatee that added an element of age to his face. Miranda liked it, so he never shaved it off.
The lingerie store was busy today, with two customers to every clerk. Tom browsed the store inattentively for a while, trying to stay out of the way. He played on his phone for a moment, but soon grew bored of waiting. He decided to check on Miranda. He went to the dressing room he had seen her go into and opened the door.
In a flash he saw Miranda open her eyes, gasp, and pull her hand out from between her legs. She jumped out of the chair and tried to close the door, but he forced his way in and shut the door behind him.
"You were masturbating!" Tom said in a whispered yell, "what the hell?!"
She looked ashamed, but not from what she'd been doing. Rather, she looked ashamed that she had been caught. "I thought I looked really sexy in this. I started thinking about tonight when I would wear it for you. It turned me on so much that I just..." she trailed off as she began taking off the bra to get back into her own clothes.
The truth was, Tom thought it was a very arousing thought too, and yes, she did look very sexy. "No," he said, putting up his hand to stop her. He redid the bra. "Keep going. I want to watch."
Her eyes widened suddenly, and she became self-conscious and defiant. "What?" She managed to sputter.
"You heard me. If you're so horny, keep rubbing your pussy. I feel like watching you play with yourself." He motioned toward the chair in the corner as he leaned against the wall.
"I'm not doing that!" she said with a whiney inflection. She wanted to keep going, she just didn't want to do what he said. The idea of being watched actually turned her on a lot.
"Yes you are," Tom shot back manipulatively. "Because if you don't, you aren't getting those panties, and you aren't getting anything when we get home tonight."
She crossed her arms and pouted. When that didn't faze Tom, she gave in. She blushed brightly, lowered her head, and walked over to the chair to sit down. Tom remained standing to remind her who was in charge.
She sat down, opened her legs slowly, and started to move her hand down. Then she stopped and pleaded one last time, "do I really have to?"
"Do it," he said forcefully, greatly looking forward to it.
She spread the crotchless panties to reveal her glistening pink pussy. She blushed a little brighter when Tom licked his lips at the sight. With two fingers she spread her pussy lips and began to rub in little circles. She moved slowly at first, paying careful attention to her clit, and then went faster, making reckless circles around her around her lips. She inhaled sharply as her pleasure intensified.
Tom looked at her like a hungry wolf, his pants bulging more every second. Miranda's eyes were closed now, her head thrown back in pleasure. She let out a little whimper, trying desperately not to alert the store clerk. Her fingers danced across her clit and tickled her pink in just the right places. She picked up the speed again, trying to gain every ounce of pleasure she could.
