We walk into the clothing store. Actually, it's not really a clothing store, so much as a lingerie store. We're back in Victoria's Secret looking for more sexy underwear for you. However, Jan's Secret is that underneath your pants and beneath your underwear you are wearing the Butterfly. In my left pocket lies the remote and my finger is on the trigger. We walk past the initial line of underwear because it that huge waistband style that I'm not a fan of. We walk past the frilly stuff because neither of us like that. When we reach the central area, my head turns left and yours turns right. You are looking at the thongs while I am looking over at the full body stuff. I lean over to you and whisper,
"You go your way and I'll go mine and whoever finishes first comes and grabs the other one."
"How many items?" you ask.
I flick on the switch and letting your ear feel my warm moist breath,
"As many as you want."
I kiss your cheek, notice you have a big smile, and take off to the left. I move very slowly, wanting to drag out the time that the vibrations ring through your clit. Also, because I am wondering if that smile is from the Butterfly or my response or both. I notice that you are carefully examining the underwear. I'm guessing that one of the questions running through your mind is,
"Would he think this looks incredibly sexy on me?"
Or some version of that like,
"Is this as sexy a pair as I can find?"
or
"Does this show me off in the most sexy fashion?"
I decide to respond by running over to you. In the middle of the crowded store, I step up behind you and cup both your breasts through your shirt. Giving them a squeeze I lean in and say,
"Don't worry, I have faith in whatever you choose will definitely be to my liking."
I push further into you, letting the semi-erection in my pants push in between the tight cheeks of your ass. You tilt your head back and I kiss you, letting my tongue slide all over yours. I then depart to continue my search.
I look at the bodices and decide that I don't like the style they are offering. A salesperson comes over and asks,
"Do you need any help, sir?"
I look at her.
"Umm...not really. No."
"Well then," she turns and begins to walk away.
"Actually," I say which makes her spin around on her heels, "I was wondering if you had anything....special?"
"What size is your partner, sir?" I point to you.
"That's her over there. Now let me tell you that we have purchased many of your fine products, but I am in the mood for something that will truly enrapture both her and I."
She looks you up and down. I guess she has worked here long enough that with just a quick glance she can figure out sizes. Turning back to me she says,
"I think I have just the thing. Wait right here, sir."
And she darts off to the back of the store. Meanwhile, I figure I probably shouldn't waste my time so I continue to search.
I wander over to the corsets. I imagine you stepping out from behind a closet wearing nothing but the corset. Your pussy glistening with moisture, your chest heaving, your breasts trying to spring forth from beneath their encasement as you sashay over to me lying down on an imaginary bed. I imagine you straddling me and slowly sinking down onto my hard cock. As you begin to slowly ride me, I would reach up and squeeze your breasts, making them feel even tighter within their confides. Then, as you were beginning to peak, I would reach behind you and pull the strings. I would rip the corset from your body, letting your breasts fall free and bounce as I would lean up and begin to suckle them; letting my wet tongue cover them, replacing the hard-soft material of the corset. Out of one confine and into the confines of my mouth. I would lick and suck your nipples as your pussy exploded around my cock, clenching it and letting your cum run down all over my lap. I look over at you and see you bending down especially far to see some thongs on the bottom shelf. I marvel at your ass and decide that it just won't due to get you something that doesn't include some garment for that wonderful pert butt. I know we could use a different piece of underwear, but I want to see you tonight in a completely new outfit. Call me stupid, but that's my thinking.
I continue over to the robes. I graze the fine fabric with my fingertips. I can see through them, I watch my fingertip slide up and down the sleeve of one. I remember your robe and I know how sexy you look in it. You don't need a new robe; your old one is so sexy. The way your breasts are just barely hidden inside and it is just long enough to cover your butt. It shows off so much of your thighs that we both know that when you wear it, it's only after sex when I am too tired to pull you back into bed, open your robe, and make love to you a second time. However, when you return from the bathroom or wherever after wearing it, then I've regained my strength and you are fair game again. Round two....begin! Odd that sex can be like a boxing match; robes, rounds. It makes me think of foxy boxing and just then I reach the nighttime boxers.
I never understood these things. Why cover up more than a regular panty and why wouldn't you want to sleep naked? I love feeling your naked body wrapped around mine or lying on top of me as you drift off to slumber. It also makes it much easier if I can't sleep or wake up early and just happen to feel inclined to reach down and start rubbing your smooth pussy lips. Sure you might have wanted to sleep, but once you roll over a little and I am able to shove a finger inside of you and place my thumb on your clit, all arguments are out the window. I love fingering you early in the morning, having you roll over and stick your ass right into my crotch. I know instantly that you want me to fuck you sideways and I am more than happy to oblige. Slipping inside of you, grabbing your hip, and fucking you slowly as the sun rises.
The salesperson returns with a big white box. She opens the lid and I peer inside. It is a truly erotic and sexy item. I smile at her and take the box.
"I think she will like it."
"I'm glad, sir. Do you want to pay for it?"
"Not right now. She has to try it on."
"I'm positive it is her size, sir"
"Yes, but she still has to try it on,"
I say and wink at her. She smiles.
"Very well, sir."
"Thank you."
And with that, she's off to help another person. I wander further over my side and notice the nighties. About this time you wander over to me.
"Find anything?" I ask.
"Yeah, a few things."
You show me a few pairs of things, but I really can't make them out without you actually wearing them. They look quite good as it is though.