Dan hated to go shopping with his wife. They had been married twenty years and he knew the trip would be just like the last hundred or so. She needed clothes: old lady, boring lady, church lady clothes.
God, how it sucked!
Just once he hoped that she would find her way into Victoria's Secret, or even the lingerie aisle at Kmart. But never any luck with Claire. Print skirts down to her knees, white pantyhose, and huge white bras. Dan felt as though he had died and gone to hell. But today would be different, as he would soon find out.
Today, they went to the new mall outside the city. It was huge, and there were so many new stores that maybe Claire would get lost in there trying on her matronly clothes. Perhaps he could even slip off and then pretend that he had become lost.
He was desperately trying to find an excuse to escape her before he had even found a parking spot. Fifteen minutes in the car with his wife was torture. Thank God there had been little traffic or the trip would have taken much longer. As Dan counted his blessings, he saw the massive structure of the mall center court approaching.
Dan could hear his wife's breathing increase as they got closer to the doors.
How about I let you out at the front. You won't have to walk so far, okay Honey? I'll park and meet you inside.
He knew that she was aching to get inside, and she readily took him up on his selfish offer. Dan, after all, had a plan. He was not going to follow her around all day as the dutiful husband. No, he was going to enjoy this trip too. He watched as his wife disappeared inside the mall, and then drove around the building to the opposite side knowing that she would not expect him from the other direction.
She had all the credit cards, well, except for his secret one, and plenty of cash. Dan knew he had provided for her well, and he found himself beginning to daydream of a million pair of panties that waited him in the lingerie shop. Why should he feel guilty? He thought to himself.
All Dan wanted to do was look, after all, he was a man, and he needed to be turned on. Sex for him was about more than just getting off; he needed some visual stimulation too. That was something that his wife just didn't understand.
Dan wasn't a bad husband, he had even tried masturbating with his wife's old granny panties but it made him feel as old as she looked dressed in those awful white lace drawers. He had once bought soft cotton prints for her, thongs, that she threw away and then cried. He tried. What more can a man do?
Grand opening day at the mall was a big deal in the little town. There were balloons everywhere and the smell of fresh popcorn and cheap hotdogs filled the air. It was almost like the atmosphere at a county fair in the fall, except there were no rides. Dan could hear bells and chimes and music. He looked far ahead into the crowd and could see that there was a carousel in the sun room area at the end of the food court.
Dan had reached the faux gold railing that surrounded the carousel and he was mesmerized as he watched the machine float elegantly around the sun filled room. After several rotations, he noticed a woman sitting sidesaddle on one of the monstrous looking horses. She was wearing a halter-top and a black mini skirt that rose almost too far up her thighs because of the way she was perched on the horse.
As she passed the second time, he could see that she was wearing a pair of light pink panties. Damn! They were beautiful, and so was she. The young woman had long auburn hair and it floated behind her as the carousel whirled and twirled around.
She seemed to be in her early thirties, and she seemed so free, so uninhibited, and somehow, she seemed innocent. Dan could not help but envy that lime green and yellow horse.
Lucky fuckin' horse,
he thought. He would have gladly traded places with the evil looking plastic horse. Yes, even for just one ride, he would have gladly let her sit on his back. Dan let himself become lost in the vision of the young woman on the horse. He could almost feel the softness of her creamy white thighs.
He could taste her sweet breath as he kissed her and the feel of her hair was like silk to his work worn hands. Dan had let himself become totally lost in the fantasy of taking that unknown women right there on the carousel, and he could feel his pants becoming tight as he achieved an erection.
Oh, it didn't take much for him, and maybe, somehow, the young woman knew it. The carousel passed Dan one last time and as it slowed, he was sure that the woman looked directly at him and smiled. She almost seemed shy, but maybe she was being coy; Dan wasn't sure. He had never cheated on his wife, but he had thought about it a thousand times.
He had the opportunity to cheat many times, but never acted upon it. Sometimes he regretted that he had passed up a chance to just have a good fuck with someone he didn't know. Much too soon for Dan, the carousel came to a stop. The music waned and Dan waited anxiously for the young woman to disembark from the platform and come to him.
He blushed when he realized that his hope was in vain, after all, why would she come to him? She didn't know him; she was probably with someone. Perhaps she was just putting on a show for her husband or boyfriend, or maybe she just liked to show herself to strangers. Dan turned to walk away, still throbbing from the panty peek that the young woman had given him. He assured himself that if that incident was to be the highlight of this trip, the trip was certainly worth it. He resigned himself to wandering the corridors of the mall in search of his wife.
Dan sighed and looked for someone who could direct him to the shop that sells disgusting middle aged woman clothes. He knew he wasn't being fair, his wife was beautiful; she just refused to show off her body. To Claire, sex was perfunctory. Just to have a child. Dan had often wondered why or how a woman could be so cold in bed. She was even like that when she was younger, but Dan had wanted her for his wife anyway. He just didn't realize how much he would be giving up. Now,almost thirty years later, he was sorry.
Sorry that he didn't marry the wild, lusty woman he dated in college. Gina. That was her name.
Too late for Gina,
he told himself and made his way towards the opposite end of the mall. Ten minutes into the search for his wife, Dan saw a tall, exotic looking woman handing out samples if front of a new shop. The samples appeared to be soap, or maybe shampoo.
As Dan got closer, he could see that the shop was filled with nothing but women. There were woman of every shape and size, but the tall thin ones greatly outnumbered the chunky ones. But to Dan, they were all so beautiful...lovely, sexy women. Women buying panties and bras. Women buying panties.
**WOMEN BUYING PANTIES!**
The phrase flashed like a neon sign in his brain and Dan felt sick to his stomach. He must have finally left hell and found his way to lingerie heaven. He didn't want to leave. Wife or no, he was staking his claim here, in front of Victoria's Secret for a while. About twenty feet from the entrance to the shop, there was a fountain and a circle of wrought iron benches and some wooden tables. The entire area was encircled with rough stones and enough plants to resemble a small jungle. It was quiet except for a few people talking softly and the gurgling sounds of the water.
Dan looked around until he found a bench that afforded him a great view into the panty store. He did not want to appear overly interested in the women who were coming and going from the business, but he
was
extremely interested. There was just the tiniest bit of hope inside him that his wife would come out of there, all red cheeked and excited at the thought of surprising her husband with a nice pair of silk panties.
Dream on,
Dan said to himself. There is a better chance if snow in...
Damn!
He couldn't believe his eyes! It was her. The woman from the carousel was entering the shop. Dan flashed back to a few minutes earlier when he saw her lovely pink panties.
What a tease! She must be a tease, right?
Dan thought he was going crazy.
For some reason he felt compelled to approach her and he didn't even know her name. He had to do it. Had to! He pulled himself from the bench and cautiously made his way to the storefront. Knowing that Claire could be nearby, Dan scanned the faces of the people rushing past him. His wife was nowhere to be seen. The young woman had disappeared into the packed store. Dan was now close enough to see that there were countless tables and racks filled to overflowing with panties and bras, and a few items that he could not identify. But he was sure that the lady with the pink panties would look great in any of them.
He could just see her, waiting for him, posed on his bed. The door barely open and her waiting for him. All that lovely, creamy, ivory skin begging for his touch. God, he needed this woman, She was killing him with her sideway glances and modest smiles.
