My thoughts this morning were of you taking me to a store filled with naughty lingerie. You have me walk with you as you pick the pieces you'd like to see me in. Slowly fingering the different textured items. Letting them slide through your fingers and drop. Lacy, silky and fuzzy scraps that I wish were my body so I could feel your hands on me. Not yet though. This is all part of the fun. Making me wait. Tempting me with your skillful hands.
With the different pieces chosen we head toward the dressing room. My excitement mounts at the thought of wear next to nothing for you. I'm eager to please you. Craving the feeling of your eyes crawling over my body. Not an inch overlooked. Knowing that you will let me know exactly what you like.
You choose a large dressing room with a chair in one corner. Having a seat, you watch as I strip and hang items on one hook. None of these are pieces I'd dare choose. They are very skimpy and will show every single curve and dimple. Knowing you chose them for me makes me bold. I want you to be very familiar with all parts of my body.
Let's start with the white set. The top reminds me of a Daisy Duke halter but made of lace. Off the shoulders top that covers yet doesn't. I slide it over my head and enjoy the feel of the lace rubbing against my nipples. The cool store air and the weight of your stare have them at attention already. The bottoms are boy shorts with the same lacy fabric. I turn around slowly so you can see what it looks like on. The edge of your mouth quirks in amused pleasure. Good start, but not the reaction I'm really wanting.