I had been home from some errands for less than an hour; it was probably around 2 PM on Saturday when my phone bleeped. It was Miss.
Shopping, 3PM
, she texted.
It was raining so I grabbed the fob to the Tesla Roadster and my leather jacket and ducked out the back door. I was at Miss's place within 20 minutes. I texted as I pulled up and she came out the front door.
I caught my breath and my heart jumped in my throat. She was wearing a dark gray, Greek fisherman's cap to keep off the rain. It highlighted, perfectly, her clear eyes under her perfectly plucked brows. A light plum lipstick graced her luscious lips; the lower lip calling me to nibble it. She wore a light gray cable knit, Irish, turtle neck sweater rolled all the way up her neck. The sweater hugged her breasts perfectly then flattened down her abdomen. Below the sweater was a wide black leather belt through the loops of her favorite fitted jeans. The cuffs of the jeans just rolled over her ankle high leather riding boots. She could have graced the cover of any fashion magazine.
I jumped from the car, grabbed an umbrella and rushed to her side. I leaned in to kiss the underside of the angle of her jawbone where it joined the collar of her sweater; not daring to disturb her lipstick no matter how much I desired to do so. I paused in that respectful position for just a moment inhaling her scent. She stroked my cheek to acknowledge my presence; a shudder went down my spine. I escorted her, under the cover of the umbrella, to the car and opened the passenger side door for her. She sat, gracefully, legs together and then lifted them together, pointing her toes, as she swiveled into the seat. This highlighted the side of her tight ass in those jeans; and she knew it. I discreetly rearranged my hardon so I would be able to get in the car.
I jumped into the driver's seat and started the car. The acceleration of the Tesla pushed us back into the seats. She handed me a small piece of paper with the name and address of a store that I had not heard of before. I entered the address into my GPS and followed the route. It turned out to be a small lingerie shop in one of the tony suburbs.
The rain had stopped by then which was fortuitous as I had to park a block or so away. I opened her door and gave her my hand to lift her out of the car. As we walked to the store, I kept my place about a half step behind her as she liked. Like that with her arms at her side, her hands rested at the level of my groin. Every few steps, she would reach back and rub my shaft through my pants. Once in a while she would flick her wrist and tap my balls. This brought a small smile to her lips as I caught myself.
We entered the store and a small bell rang. A handsome, well dressed, well appointed, older woman came out to greet us.
"We'd like to use one of your private dressing rooms while we shop," Miss said to her.
"Or course, come this way," she answered. We passed through a small hallway and the woman opened a door on our left. We entered a small room with two armchairs and a closet whose door has been replaced by a curtain.
"Please, make yourselves comfortable," she said. I sat, trying to hide my hardon. The women appraised Miss almost as closely as I did.
"You're quite lovely," she said, spinning Miss around, "I think I know your size now. What may I show you?"
"Let's start with a hip hugging, lace, bikini panty and then some lace boy shorts and perhaps their matching bras," Miss replied. I could feel my dick start to leak into my briefs.
The woman left and Miss helped me remove my jacket and flipped off her cap. I tried to hug her and bring my hands under her sweater but she pinned my arms to my side.
