Show Me Please

Their monthly meet up was a coffee date this time. Well, not a date: Amanda and Josh are friends. They normally block out time once a month for just the two of them to meet and catch up. Only a few times had it gotten risqué. They liked each other... too much, considering each of them had a spouse at home.

"Your 15th anniversary is coming up soon, right?" asked Amanda, although she knew it was true.

"Yep. Next month, the 24th."

"What are you getting Cayla? As I recall, the 'Modern' gift for the 15th anniversary is watches," Amanda asked with a sassy tone.

Josh shook his head slightly, "I can't believe you remember those. They're cheesy. Antiquated. But I don't know -- and she doesn't wear watches."

"You're antique. Isn't it fitting?" Amanda teased.

Josh pointed a finger and scolded her, "We are 10 years apart! I'm not antique; I'm in my 30s!"

Amanda laughed and returned to her original point, "Well, I have an idea but I don't know how you'll feel about it."

"What?" Josh glared at Amanda warily, trying to get an inkling of where she was going with this.

"Are you going to go out to a nice dinner?" she asked.

"Yes, definitely."

"Does she ever wear lingerie?" Amanda paused and smiled wide, letting that soak in for a second before elaborating, "As in, a very nice matching set of bra and panties?"

Josh's brain was torn as he searched his brain for any memories of his wife's fancy undergarments and mildly dreaded where the conversation was heading. It was not his area of expertise.

"No... I think she normally maxes out at Victoria's Secret type bras. Things from the mall," he replied.

"So, get her some. Matching bra, garter belt, panties, stockings. The whole nine yards in a matching set," Amanda proposed.

Leaning back in her seat, she watched for his reaction knowing this was pushing his buttons. Josh's eyes darted around the table and he started to roll his bottom lip between his fingers. He always fiddled with his bottom lip when he was pensive. Amanda wished he wouldn't; It was very cute to watch and the two of them had enough trouble staying apart.

Amanda stopped staring and proffered reasons, "You got a promotion and bonus not too long ago. Treat her to something she'd never get herself. Maybe she'll treat you to a nice watch. Or a different type of treat after your dinner. Do you know if she has a really good guy friend who gives her great ideas over coffee?"

"Shut up," Josh said, dropping his head to his hands in mock incredulity.

"Okay," Amanda said smiling.

The two sipped their coffees quietly. Josh was thinking about whether he should go through with it. Meanwhile Amanda was thinking about him.

Josh finally piped up, "I like the idea, but I wouldn't know where to start."

"Luckily, you have a really good lady friend who does know where to start. Get her bra size, shirt size, and pants size," Amanda asserted.

"How?" Josh questioned timidly.

"You live with her. Just check her clothes, moron."

"Ok, yes," Josh paused. "What's the cost ballpark? I have no clue."

"Would you be willing to drop $200 to $300 to see your wife look extremely sexy?" Amanda asked seductively, as though she was the lingerie saleswoman.

"Yes," Josh quickly answered.

"Great!" Amanda replied chipperly. "Are you busy this time next weekend? We can go shopping!"

"I am now."

Josh walked to the counter to order new coffees for the two of them. His mind was running circles around itself trying to sort his thoughts. After 15 years together, his wife was as hot as the day they married. But her fashion was more gym clothes than anything close to lingerie. It was a delicious thought; He tried to picture the scene, but his mind came up short on the details. He hadn't seen her in lingerie, not even on their wedding night, and he wasn't really one for Playboys or porn. What would it actually look like? What would look good? If he was going to work himself up over this, it needed to be perfect.

Josh did know one person who was knowledgeable. Lingerie shopping with Amanda was already an exciting -- albeit difficult -- prospect. Seeing her surrounded by sexy bras and panties was going to be strange and distracting. It was hard enough to keep their hands off each other on a normal day.

Josh had an idea. He knew it was a bad idea, but his cock was starting to do the thinking for him.

He returned to Amanda with a curious look.

"Um, Amanda, you seem very comfortable about," his voice turned to a secretive whisper, "lingerie."

"I have quite a bit," Amanda replied in an equally quiet whisper, humoring his discomfort.

"How much?" Josh asked with a curiosity.

"A good few sets, maybe five or six. I love collecting it. Plus, some extra pieces without the full set." She felt suddenly embarrassed about sharing the specifics with him.

"Could I possibly look at it?"

"You want to come over and see my lingerie drawer?" Amanda balked.

"Well, if we're going to go to a store, maybe it'd be good to get an idea of what I like on a woman before we go," he said with sudden confidence.

"Say what you mean," Amanda said flatly in response.

"Show me, please? As in, wear it for me?"

"Josh. You want me to do a Victoria's Secret Angel private show for you. That's insane. You know it and I know it."

"You'll be clothed."

"That's a generous way to say 'in lingerie'," Amanda said, trying to hold her ground.

"Cayla has never worn lingerie for me and I have no mental pictures to reference when we shop. Please?" Josh whined.

"You didn't have to beg, man. You know I'd relent."

"Yes," Josh took a moment to grin, "you'd do anything I ask."

Amanda took a moment to blush and gather a retort, considering it was true. "I'm holding a hot coffee. When do you want to come over?"

Josh thought for a moment, "When is your husband going to be out for a few hours?"

Amanda rolled her eyes and shook her head to admonish Josh. He was right, but they took turns trying to keep each other on the straight and narrow. The charade never seemed to last long.

Before Amanda could answer, Josh blurted out, "Unless! Unless he'd want to share you in an audience-of-two show?"

Amanda's mouth dropped open. She wasn't even sure where to begin responding. It was a terrible joke of an idea and they both knew it. As retribution for suggesting it, she sarcastically played along.

"Ya sure. Sounds like a great idea. You can meet my husband for the first time while I'm half-fucking-naked for you. And if he asks, you can tell him all of this was your idea. And you can say 'You're welcome' when he thanks you for the invite."

Josh had nothing he could say. In response, he gave her a shit-eating grin and sipped his coffee.

The grin slipped off his face as his eyes wandered down Amanda's body. Lace from her bra peeked out of her loose shirt every time she leaned towards the table. He loved this shirt on her. The way it pooled around her waist and hips when she sat back in her chair. It showed nothing but let him imagine everything. Josh continued drinking her in, occasionally sipping his coffee as a cover. Amanda's legs were covered under her knee-length skirt and crossed for modesty, memories of her toned legs and soft skin crept into Josh's mind.

Josh barely registered Amanda shifting in her chair. She had been watching him stare her up and down. Purposefully uncrossing her legs, she let her knees fall open to hip distance and spread her feet slightly further. The skirt was pulled taut around her legs, sitting in a position that revealed more of her inner thigh than she normally allowed.

This absorbed Josh's attention. The only thing keeping him from seeing her panties was the shadow between her legs. He imagined, for a moment, pushing her skirt up to take a look. Until he remembered where they were: drinking coffee, in public.

"You're being such a tease...," Josh growled out. "And in a coffee shop? In public!?" he added, pleading with her to have some mercy on him.

"In a coffee shop," Amanda returned smugly.

Josh eyed her suspiciously.

As Amanda returned to her original position she explained, "Maybe you shouldn't leer at me like you want to pin me down right here. And especially don't leer for long enough that I can notice."

Rolling his eyes, Josh got the conversation back on track, "When will your husband be out?"

"Wednesday. He's going out with some of his college friends. He'll probably be gone from 6pm to at least 9pm," Amanda replied.

"Then Wednesday at 6:30pm it is," Josh declared.

The two nodded at each other in mutual agreement.

Josh glanced at his watch, "Speaking of, we should probably get home. We've been here for two hours."

The two gathered their things and hugged goodbye. They always shared a longer, tighter embrace than either would give other friends.

"Do you ever wonder what Cayla thinks of me? Or vice versa?" Amanda asked before they parted ways.

Josh looked down at his shoes and shifted his weight around. After a moment, he looked up at Amanda.

"I do wonder. And I'll absolutely never ask," he declared.

Amanda laughed, "Not a can of worms you want to open?"

Josh shook his head 'no' vigorously. Amanda smiled serenely, her gaze reaching deep into his eyes. The warmth she felt in her groin mixed with the flutters she felt in her chest gave the rational part of her brain a fright. Frankly, it was a familiar feeling... but a feeling that was even more off-limits than wanting to sleep with Josh.

She hugged him again briefly and blew him a kiss goodbye. Josh caught it and Amanda reveled in how cheesy he was. But the moment was fleeting. Standing a few feet apart, they both cocked their heads at each other like confused dogs. Amanda felt a pang of embarrassment in her chest. Kissing, even blowing kisses was unknown territory. It was too far.

Josh turned on his heel and left, though his chest ached as he walked away. The feelings had come so fast and hard: first, joy. Next, anger: he couldn't believe Amanda would put him through that. Then some internal negotiating: it wasn't that big of a deal, right? After that his chest felt empty: he had denied himself something that felt so right. He finally settled his thoughts and knew the truth. And there was not a single person in the world he could share it with.

As much as Amanda was angry with herself for crossing a line, her mind replayed the whimsy and joy Josh showed when he caught her kiss. He caught it like it wasn't even a question in his mind.

Yet again, Amanda found herself driving home after an encounter with Josh feeling absolute dread that she had really gone too far. There is little Josh could do that would make Amanda stop talking to him. She reasoned to herself that they were too similar for him to do anything different. But Amanda knew she was the worse of them. She knew that Josh would always be a better person than she could ever be. Spouses aside, it was the reason they could never really be together. Even if she was a little in love with him.

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Amanda needed a second to decide if she should open the text from Josh. She was afraid of what she would read.

Josh: I am looking forward to seeing you on Wednesday.

Josh: and Saturday.

Her shoulders slumped as she breathed out a sigh of relief.

Amanda: Yes! See u then :)

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Any day that Amanda had plans with Josh felt like the longest workday in the world; Wednesday was no exception. Tonight, her husband had plans with his friends and Josh was coming over for the lingerie display.

Amanda had too many thoughts about it to pin down exactly how it made her feel. She was certainly excited, or at least turned on, to tease Josh for an hour. And, she liked the idea of showing off her lingerie to someone who cared. But she was also grappling with the extreme discomfort of putting herself on display, quite literally. Amanda was no model, just an average girl. And what was Josh expecting of her tonight? They could talk about it when he got to her house, but Amanda much preferred to have a plan ahead of time.

Amanda floated through the rest of her day on auto-pilot. When 5 o'clock came, she couldn't have left any quicker. She zipped home, showered, tidied up, bid goodbye to her husband, and waited anxiously.

Josh arrived at exactly 6:30pm. Amanda excitedly opened the door to see him greeting her with a frown. Without moving aside to let him in, she stared at him intensely.

Josh got the hint and explained, "I was hoping you might greet me in something a bit less modest."

Amanda's face shifted to annoyance, rolling her eyes as she walked away from the door, giving Josh room to finally enter. She turned to face him, partially to respond, but mostly to see Josh in his work attire. He came straight from work and was still dressed in his suit and tie. It was such a classic, powerful look on him and made him look even more handsome than usual.

"This whole to-do isn't enough for you? I have to start greeting you in a maid's costume?" Amanda asked with equal sarcasm.

"It might be nice, if you have one," Josh answered.

Amanda stared at Josh and shook her head to dismiss the topic.

"How do you want to do this?" she asked Josh.

"Um, what is there to consider? I'll sit in here, or where ever, and you show me your stuff."

"Yea, I guess it is that easy." Amanda paused, "I feel... nervous?"

She was comfortable with Josh. Apparently so comfortable that she'd reveal her inner worries to him.

Josh laughed, but quickly stopped. His expression turned more serious.

"I am not laughing at you. I'm laughing because I cannot think of anything that would make me dislike this. I don't think anything can go wrong here," he explained.

Amanda pondered for a moment, organizing her racing thoughts.

"This is super strange," she told Josh.

"Yes. Do you still want to do it? We really don't have to," he asked.

"I do want to. Just, what a strange thing to do. I could never explain this to anyone," she elaborated.

Josh nodded in agreement, waiting quietly to see if Amanda had more to say.

"Well, let's get started. My bedroom is right down the hall, so you can just sit here in the living room. Make yourself comfortable," Amanda said with a shrug and walked into the hallway.

"Ok!" Josh shouted in response.

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Amanda shut the door to her bedroom and realized there were a few things she didn't plan for: what order should she wear these in and what was she going to wear on her feet? Going barefoot or in just stockings wouldn't look quite right, so heels it would be. Josh wouldn't notice the order at all, but Amanda thought she could make the show a little bit better if she started off strong and ended with a bang. Looking through her dresser, she grabbed her second-favorite set and put it on.

First, the garter belt. Then the stockings, and she'd need to connect the clips. This set had modest panties -- it was part of the reason she started with it. 'You wouldn't want to bare it all right at the start', she reasoned. She clasped the bra and looked in the mirror to make sure it was all arranged properly.

Amanda loved this set, and really all of her lingerie, for a reason: she looked really hot. The black fabric contrasted with her skin, showing every place that was bare or barely covered. Gliding her hands under a few of the straps to flatten them, she was nearly ready. Amanda slipped into a pair of black heels and felt a pang of nerves.

'How strange', she thought.

Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and started back towards the living room.

The click of her heels made it clear she was coming. Amanda had a new-found confidence, or at least convinced herself she did. As she walked, she mapped out what she'd do: go towards the couch where Josh was, spin around, explain the name of the pieces in the set, and return for a costume change.

Swaggering into the living room, Amanda was immediately thrown off-kilter. She stopped short. There were a few key changes between her mental plan and reality. For one, Josh had grabbed a chair from the dining room and set it just about in the middle of the floor. And while Josh's suit wasn't much of a thought, she hadn't expected him to take off his suit jacket and tie, unbutton a few buttons on his shirt, and roll up his sleeves. He looked like a man in a magazine. It was very distracting.

"You said 'make yourself comfortable'," Josh told her with a knowing smile on his face as he finished rolling up his sleeve.

He took his time pouring his eyes over every inch of lace, mesh, and skin that he could see. Amanda continued towards him; She walked close enough that she was nearly between his knees.

Josh ran his hands up the sides of her body, from her hips to her waist and stopping at the top to feel the texture of the bra's band. Amanda held her breath as goosebumps appeared all over her. Josh looked up to meet her gaze and breathed out a heavy sigh. His hands returned to her hips, touching so lightly that only his fingertips made contact with her. He tapped his fingertips on her and lifted them away.

"Spin for me?" he asked.

Amanda obliged and turned around. Her cheeks flushed as her heart beat faster. And now, she couldn't even see Josh. The notion that he was inspecting her and she was blind to it was a lot of fun. Amanda could feel the heat start to develop between her legs.

She was ripped out of her thoughts when she felt Josh touch her again. Without being able to see, it was hard to tell what he was doing. She felt him slip a finger under one of the garter straps and follow it all the way over her ass to the clip. Amanda heard him hum excitedly.

"It was twisted," he told her.

"Sure," Amanda replied. She was rather certain she had untwisted everything before she came out.

Josh traced the bottom edge of the garter belt with his finger, gliding over her lower back. Amanda shivered and stiffened up.

"So, tell me about this one. I like what I'm seeing, but explain it. I'm here to be educated," Josh asked.

Amanda turned to face him. The point of this was to introduce lingerie to Josh -- and vice versa -- but she was very distracted.

"This is a three-piece set -- most are -- and it's quite plain," Amanda explained.

Josh interrupted, "It's not plain."

Amanda rolled her eyes and continued, "Well it's all black and it's not covered in lace, or tassels, or see-through... so I'll call it plain. Just wait and see some of the other options.

"The bra is full coverage... it covers a lot of me. Same for the panties. Garter belts don't vary much aside from being more or less strappy."

"Interesting," Josh mumbled.

His eyes raked over Amanda, pleased to be looking at her in so little and excited to hear he'd soon be seeing her in less.

"Ok, can I go change?" Amanda asked him.

"I'm not in charge here. Change when you're ready," he offered.

She started back to her bedroom, hearing Josh whistle as she walked away. Amanda laughed to herself; she hadn't been catcalled in quite a while, and never consensually.

Amanda slipped into her next set. Frankly, they all felt quite similar to her, but she knew there was a big difference visually: this one is red with hearts embroidered.

She returned to Josh, presenting herself for his inspection.

"This one is similar, but red. And there's one other major difference," Amanda said giddily.

Josh looked her over, playing I-Spy for a difference. Amanda spun around to display the showstopper: the panties had heart-shaped cut-outs over each cheek. She heard Josh say 'Ah' at the discovery and braced for his fingers to swipe into the holes.

Grabbing her hips, Josh lean forward and kissed in each cut-out. Amanda yelped from the surprise.

"Are those not meant to be kiss windows?" Josh asked feigning ignorance.

Amanda was half in a daze.