How can we escape the record high summer temperatures when our AC goes out? Since it's been broken we've done everything we can to avoid being in the house; we've been to the movies, been out to eat for nearly every meal, hung out at our friend's houses and took the world's longest trip to the grocery market. It's been utterly miserable and adding to that stress, it's far too hot for any contact sexually for days now. The celibacy is wearing on me and I'm sure you know it but with heat like this, there's not a thing we could do about it.
Today though, the misery ends as the repairman is due to arrive in the evening. Until then we have one last respite we haven't visited yet, the mall. You are very aware of my hatred of shopping but I'm a bit desperate and it beats melting at home alone I suppose. So with reluctance, I come. Inside, it's bustling with people who had the same idea as us. The food court, stores and sitting areas are packed with more people than I've seen in a mall in my entire life. As soon as we hit the main rotunda you begin walking with purpose. You hurry past all your favorite stores to my surprise.
"Where are we going? I thought we'd just be window shopping?" I say.
You turn to me with an expressionless look, clearly acknowledging that you heard me but quickly return to your determined stride. Finally you stop, and a shocked expression shoots across my face; you've led me to the entrance of a boutique lingerie store. I'm not upset or displeased, just shocked. You never wear lingerie and most of your panties and bras are fairly vanilla.
You enter the store and I stand outside looking around, excited to see what you may be purchasing, but cautious enough to know you probably won't. After only a moment you return and grab my hand, pulling me from my trance and leading me inside.
"Millie, what do you plan to buy here?" I ask with poorly concealed eagerness and excitement.
You turn again to look at me, but this time a small smirk breaks from the corner of your mouth.
"May I help you?" A saleswoman breaks the tension.
"No," you bark while turning your head to her and spit out as fast as possible, "I know exactly what I'm here for."
Once she leaves your march continues to a specific table and it dawns on me; you knew exactly where the item you wanted was, you've been here before. You bend down at the waist reaching to the back of the stack of lingerie and caught up in the heat of it all I find myself tracing the curves of your butt with my eyes, without a care in the world of all the other shoppers. Almost instantly my arousal becomes physical.
You quickly role up the piece so I can't see it, only noting it's dark black color. Grabbing my hand again and interlocking our fingers you smile and bring me to the very back of the store where the wall is lined with dressing rooms facing the showroom, then through the large glass windows, the main corridor of the mall.