It was hard to believe that we had been living in our new home for nearly a month. We were settling in nicely, taking time to pick the perfect items for each room. We had carefully assembled many lovely furnishings.
The great room was the first to receive our signature marking. Upon entering the front door the room was highlighted by the back of a luxurious, deep, burgundy, leather sectional. Not only was it beautiful, it was functional in so many ways. The least of which was how it always felt cool to my pre-warmed cheeks as you stoked my inner fires with your steel poker.
I still blush as I recall your method for insuring we selected the perfect specimen. For this particular shopping excursion I had worn your favorite combination of a ridiculously short, black, denim dress paired with red heels that you swore showed off my stellar ass and shapely legs. The dress snapped all the way up to my cleavage. In order to walk comfortably I had to leave the last two closings open. Had I known how you planned to test the couches I might have picked something with a greater degree of coverage.
On the other hand I wouldn't have changed a thing. As we approached the first offering you presssed me to bend over the back and see if I could reach the front. You nudged me over so quickly I didn't have time to process the need to grab ahold of the back of my dress. As it flipped up, I heard your quick intake of air punctuated by the approaching salesman's "damn." It was only then that you realized what I was not wearing underneath.
Your voice dripped with lust as you leaned over and growled in my ear, "This is going to be fun."
With a playful swat on my bottom you declared that particular sofa was not quite right and held my dress down while guiding me back up.
"We need something with a bit higher back," you instructed the dumbfounded, blushing, and nearly drooling, sales associate.
With a nod he led the way to the next selection. You draped your arm around my waist as we followed. To my astonishment your hand snaked down my back, lifting my dress and grabbing my right cheek. I could feel the warm flush of shyness spread up my entire body as I realized you were intentionally exposing my bare bum to the entire store. I tried to pull the thin denim down, but you swatted my hand away.
"You asked for this Sweet Cheeks," you chuckled in my ear. Your voice sang out laced with amusement and hunger.
Looking down I realized that another snap had come undone inching dangerously close to exposing me on both sides. I had no choice but to hope no one saw as I held the front and you teased my ample globes.
A tall chaise caught your eye as we followed the speechless salesman.
"Just a moment," you called out "Let's look at this one."
The back of the chaise hit just above my navel, but with the height of the heels and a little push from you I was able to bend over and grab the arm rest. I had to stand on tip toes to achieve this feat. Suddenly you kicked my heels out from under me, causing me to grab the other side of the back to keep from toppling over. There I was with my legs dangling and my skirt riding up and all I could do was hold on for dear life. You rested your hand on the small of my back preventing me from standing back up.
