"Josh, it really is sweet of you to take me shopping like this" You say as you put an arm around my shoulders appreciatively. "You know you're going to have to help me pick out what to buy, right?"
I really grin at the last statement as we pass under the Victoria's Secret sign and into the store. All around me I see sexy things; bras, panties, g-strings, corsets, teddies, even the night gowns are hot. I can picture you in every item in this store. I wish I had time to see you in every item in this store. I guess I'll just have to settle for a few of the best ones.
I walk through the store, surveying all the tables briefly. I want to be sure that I find those best few items. There are a million great things to choose from. Everything from cute cami sets to the tiniest see-through lace g-strings. You seem to be spending the most time looking at skimpy little lace things, so I'll focus my search on those type items.
Within half an hour we each pick out a dozen or so of our favorite items and meet in front of the dressing rooms. I hand you what I have and sit down in the small waiting area as you head into one of the cubicles, but you stop and stare at me.
"What the heck are you doing? You've got to help me pick! Come on!"
Shocked to be getting this lucky, I follow you into the tiny room obediently. I sit on a small bench attached to the wall, grinning very widely as your shirt comes over your head and lands in my lap along with your bra. Jeans and panties fall to the floor quickly thereafter, making me even happier.
I have but a moment to admire your lovely body before you order me to start handing you items to try on. The first thing you put on is a definite keeper, a red mesh thong with cabbaging along all the edges. You go through at least thirty things, from gowns to teddies to barely there lacy g-strings. After almost an hour, we picked out the ten or so items to actually get. I gather everything together as you put your clothes back on and we head to the checkout girl.
Maxing out my credit card becomes worth it the second we walk out of the store, when you turn around, drop your bags, and kiss me. There's incredible passion in your touch; I actually get excited as you kiss me. You notice it against your stomach and give me a naughty look.