The big day had arrived, after much flirting and some torrid chat sessions, we were going to meet to watch some "adult" videos together. I had never done anything like this before; sure I had watched videos with guys, but only as a prelude to sex. Greg and I didn't intend to have sex, we were meeting to watch and be watched.
Our flirting relationship had started at work. As we got to know each other the casual off-color comments took on a more seductive quality, and soon we were talking about past experiences and fantasies. During our talks, I couldn't help but notice the bulge that would grow in Greg's pants, at first he seemed embarrassed by it, but I put him at ease telling him that I found it sexy that my fantasies could arouse him as much as they did me. I admit to teasing him to some extent, when we talked about things, I would let my gaze travel down to his groin and linger there until I was sure that he noticed. I enjoyed exercising this small bit of control, and judging by his reaction, I think he did too.
He wasn't innocent in his wandering gaze either. Often I felt his eyes upon me, looking to see if my nipples were visible through my shirt, or if I was wearing a skirt, tracing the contours of my legs vying for a glimpse of my panties. If I were feeling playful, I would sometimes shift my position, showing more, but never quite enough to satisfy his curiosity.
As our conversations progressed, we talked at length about a myriad of topics, from threesomes to s&m to lessons learned from past relationships. Our friendship was such that we even talked about our masturbation habits, he knew about my toy, and I knew that I was a major part of his thoughts while he took care of himself. I found this to be exciting, my body performing for him, if only in his mind.
During one particularly steamy conversation, we were talking about bondage games, and how as a submissive you were able to release responsibility and perform actions you would normally be too inhibited to do. As the conversation progressed I saw the lump in his trousers enlarge and press against the zipper. It must have gotten uncomfortable for him because he excused himself, half turned away and reached into his pants to adjust his erection. I liked the fact that he was comfortable enough to do that in front of me, and while I kidded him about it, I felt a familiar twinge between my own legs. So, while we were sitting there, I squeezed my legs together to enhance the feeling a little. I'm sure he noticed my actions, because he kept looking at my crotch and squirming in his chair.
When it was time for him to go, I told him he had better wait a minute or two for his problem to subside some. He told me that it was going to take more then a minute for this problem to go away and that he may have to go to lunch early to take care of it. Laughing, I said that I would like to see that. When I said that his expression changed, took on a more serious aspect, and he asked me if I would really like to see.
Would I? When I said it, I was only joking, but now that he asked, I had to admit the thought was intriguing. Wanting some time to think about it, I told him that I might be interested, but I would have to think about it. He agreed that it wasn't something one should rush into and that we could talk about it some other time if I wanted.
After he left I sat there thinking about watching him, I had never seen a man jack-off, and the idea of watching was quite a turn-on. Would I have the nerve to reciprocate? That thought was even more exciting, putting myself on display, and showing such an intimate act would take a lot of trust, but if there was one person I felt I could trust with that it was Greg. So, I decided I would take him up on his offer, but I would keep my intention to masturbate for him to myself and give him a nice little surprise.
And so here I am, preparing for Greg's arrival. We had arranged that he come over at 8 o'clock and bring a movie to help get things started. I would provide the drinks, a place to hang his hat, and a towel.
Picking out my attire for the evening had been fun, it gave me an opportunity to go shopping, and pick out some sexy under-things. While I was browsing the racks at Vannessa's Secret, I found that I was getting excited thinking about modeling the naughty bits of lingerie for Greg. I knew that I wanted to wear stockings with a garter and a matching set of panties, but I wasn't sure what I would wear for a top, I like the idea of a silky camisole, but a lacy bra has it good points to.
A passing clerk stopped and asked if I needed help making a choice. I held up the bra and camisole that I had picked out and asked her which would look better with the rest of the outfit I had chosen. She looked the clothing over and then looked me up and down. "If I had your breasts I would wear the camisole," she said, "Mine would sag, and the effect wouldn't be as exciting. Why don't you try them on, if you want you can show me and I'll tell you what I think then?"
We walked back to the dressing rooms, "I'll be sorting these items," she said, indicating a pile of clothes "If you want to show me just poke your head out and ask."
"Is she interested in me?" I thought as I pulled my clothes off, "I'm sure people ask her "what looks better?" all the time but the way she looked me over...." And the outfit she was wearing; the low cut sweater showed her abundant cleavage to great effect, and her skirt was short enough that I caught a glimpse of her stocking tops.
I put the panties and garter on and carefully pulled the stockings up my legs, I decided to try the bra on first. When I had things in order I looked at myself in the mirror. "Not bad," I thought. "Should I ask her in to take a look?" I had to admit that showing my body off to another woman had a certain appeal to it, and since I wanted today's experience to be unique I figured what the hell?
Pushing open the door, I said, "Excuse me, I think I would like your opinion on these items." She quickly put down her work and came into my dressing room.
I struck a pose, and she looked at me again, this time I was sure I saw desire in her expression. "Turn around," she said. I did and she stood behind me looking at my reflection in the mirror over my shoulder. She reached up and let my hair down and fluffed it. "That looks better," she said, "I like the way you look in this outfit, but I still think the camisole would be better for you. Why don't you try that now?"
"Did she mean to stay in the room while I changed?" for some reason the thought of her staying excited me and I reached back and unhooked the bra. When I had it off I went to reach for the camisole, but she had already picked it up. She held it gathered up and open toward me. I leaned my head toward her and she held it while I put my arms through the straps. I thought she would let it fall and drape itself down my torso, but she pulled it down, her hands grazing the sides of my breasts as they went. Each little contact of her hands sent thrills directly to my nipples, which were now startlingly hard. When she let go, she took me by my shoulders and spun me towards the mirror again. Smoothing the silky material down my sides she said, "See this looks ravishing, the way your nipples press against the cloth, the smooth curves where the silk lays against your skin"
And she was right, the bra looked good, but this was what I was looking for. "You are right, I will take this"
"Would you like me to wrap it for you?"
"No, I plan on wearing this in just a couple of hours" I said with a devilish grin.
She smiled and said, "Someone will be very happy with the choice you made, I know I would be"
