Loving Daniel Ch2 - The Change Room
It was a Thursday night when Daniel asked me to meet him after work. We had planned to go for a drink then see a film, but when we met in the foyer of my office block, I told Daniel I really preferred to go shopping instead -- it appeared that I hadn't had my fill of the post-holiday sales.
Daniel agreed to the change in plans -- but only because he had a hidden agenda. He'd been suggesting that I update my lingerie collection for some time, and he wanted to buy me a little something special for the nights when we were running short on entertainment ideas. And unbeknownst to me, he'd spied a slinky electric blue evening dress in a shop window, which he wanted me to wear sometime while he was fucking me.
I led Daniel to a shop called CanCan; a hole-in-the-wall type shop, overcrowded with sales assistants desperate to sell anything to anyone. They always cornered me and somehow managed to fool me into the most ridiculous purchases. When we entered the shop, Daniel dismissed them offhand, insisting he peruse the shelves himself, selecting various items he wanted to see me try on. I adjourned to the change room and waited to see what he would hand me.
His first selection was a deep maroon number -- a beautiful French style bra with a square design. I tried it on and, peeking over the change room door, Daniel was delighted to discover how elegantly it thrust my breasts upwards and outwards, making them appear as if they were sitting on a shelf!
"I like that one," Daniel said to me.
"Does it have matching panties?" I asked? He handed a pair of boyleg French knickers, entirely made of lace, to me. I put them on the peg on the wall and looked at Daniel while I unzipped my skirt, dropped it to the floor, then dropped the panties I was wearing as well. I took the French knickers from their hanger, stepped into them, and pulled them up to my knees then stopped. My breasts strained against the form of the bra as I bent forwards, allowing Daniel an almost uninterrupted view of their voluminous round globes as I said, "of course you realise I'll have to buy these now." I continued to pull the knickers up, turning as I did so Daniel could see how neatly they covered my ass. The hem rode high at the back, the square cut allowing the roundness of my cheeks to peek out from under the lace.
"I think that's a good idea," Daniel said, and handed me a black gauze baby doll chemise. "Try this." I kept the knickers on but removed the bra. My back was turned to Daniel and in the mirror I noticed that his eyes were feasting on the shape of my bare breasts, momentarily free in between outfits. Suddenly I was filled with love and desire as I observed the devoted expression on his face. I shuddered involuntarily, my body joyfully recalling the sensation of the last time his hands caressed my breasts. I slipped the chemise over my head and allowed it to drop down over my breasts. Its skirt was only hip length. I clasped the bustier section at the back and squealed in delight when I noticed the bodice was only a demi-cup. It sat neatly under my breasts, leaving my nipples deliciously exposed.
"I'll buy you that," Daniel said, a devilish smile spreading across his face. I handed each of the items back to him over the door and he took them to the counter. I dressed again and emerged from the change room to join Daniel at the counter. We left the store with the new items neatly wrapped in tissue paper, tucked into a petite little bag. Daniel took me by the hand.
"This way," he said, and led me towards the store where his ambush dress lay in wait. It was an expensive store and I balked at the doorstep.
