The Seduction, Part 2, A Jeff and Emma Story
"Time to go shopping, Emma." Both Jeff and Emma had been lazing around, enjoying a Wednesday just being home together. Even so, yesterdays little gift remained visible well above their mental horizons.
"Shopping? Why on earth do you want to go shopping? What are we shopping for?"
"We are going shopping for fun, kitten, now get your butt out of that bed and get cleaned up. Real cleaned up, if you get my drift." He winked at her as he undid the cuffs on her hands and legs.
Emma got the drift. She raced through the shower, taking only a brief moment to tweak her nipples, though she did spend a moment or two longer than required as she shaved her pussy. Not even knowing what Jeff had in mind, she didn't need the shower to be wet down there. Whatever he planned, it would be fun and most likely someone would get fucked. Actually, with Jeff in charge, everyone would get fucked sooner or later. And that thought only made her hotter.
Jeff and Emma arrived at the mall just after two. Jeff had the Les Bon Temps bag, but Emma didn't know exactly why. Jeff angled them across the mall to the front of Les Bon Temps, and then peered in the window.
"Good, she's here and apparently alone."
"Who's here and alone?"
"Monica, the clerk. Her aunt owns the store."
"Why does it matter if she's alone?"
"Come along, kitten, all will be clear." His most devious grin tightened up Emma's nipples. She knew what that grin meant - the game was afoot!
They entered the store and Jeff greeted the clerk. "Hello, Monica!"
Monica turned to Jeff and Emma, surprised to see him, yet relieved and a bit excited that he was in the store again. "Good afternoon, Sir! I am so glad to see you again! And is this your girlfriend?" Monica really didn't care who accompanied Jeff, she just talked to be polite, but... Emma could not that readily be dismissed. Tall for a woman, with an understated lusciousness to her figure that caused a twinge of jealousy in Monica, Emma, too, had presence.
"Monica, meet Emma." Emma and Monica shook hands. Emma sported a genuine smile, but Monica wore one a little more forced. Her fantasies of the night before, such as they were, did not include Jeff's girlfriend. "We've come to return the items I purchased yesterday. It turns out Emma is a little larger than you, and the bra doesn't fit." Emma smiled to herself. Jeff lived for these kinds of hunts. Thrills ran up and down her spine, as well as in other, more intimate, places, while she examined the object of this particular hunt.
Monica had dressed a little more sharply than the prior day. Not that she expected Jeff back, it just felt right. She didn't own anything exactly sexy, but she did own a nice blue silk jacket and matching skirt, and along with a blindingly white boat neck silk blouse, she definitely looked good. Very good, and the fact she'd put contacts in only upped the amperage. Business had been good, too, at least as compared to her past experiences. Several men had stopped in at lunch and purchased relatively expensive gifts for their wives or girlfriends. More than a couple of them had clearly been ogling her. She couldn't decide if she liked being ogled, or if it pissed her off. Her nipples knew the answer, though. They liked it.
Women, too, had come in and made purchases. They hadn't ogled her, at least not most of them (the women that did ogle her made her blush beet red - almost worse than Jeff!), but they had measured her with their glances, and not found too much wanting because their purchases were much greater in both number and value than in prior days and weeks.
So it had been a good day even before Jeff got there. The commission on the day's sales just added a little glitter to the first really good day in a long, long time.
Jeff could see all of this as if it happened in front of him, and an electric thrill went through him. He pulled Emma close and whispered to her, "Just work with me. We are all going to have fun.!"
"Monica, I'd like to find something that fits Emma and then I'll trade you out for what I purchased yesterday, okay?"
"Yes, Sir, that will be fine." Monica almost glowed with pleasure in the day and in Jeff's presence. Jeff and Emma wandered off to find something that would fit.
Emma whispered to Jeff, "You can't return the panties."
"I know," he whispered. "It's part of the plan."
"What did you do to her yesterday? She's started practically vibrating in place as soon as she saw you. And she's gorgeous! How did you pick her?"
"I just chatted her up a bit yesterday. I think she liked it." That bad boy grin flashed across his face. "You should have seen her yesterday. She could not have looked more mousy even if she tried. Granny pants and a jog bra!,But I think we are going to change all that! Isn't she gorgeous?
"Granny pants and job bra? How do you know that?" Emma felt her pussy get just a little damp knowing that Jeff had seen that much, and maybe more.
"Oh, you know, she offered to be my model for what would fit you, and then one thing led to another, and the next thing you know, she's holding her skirt up above her waist. It just happens." He shrugged like it happened all the time, but they both knew it
didn't
happen all the time. Some connection had been made, something real and vital. "And then she told me what kind of bra she wore.?" He smiled at the recollection. "Emma, I got hard just talking to her, and after she showed me the wet spot in those granny pants? Wow!" Yes, Monica was a rare find, and Emma found herself focused on the hunt just like Jeff.
Jeff had a specific kind of bra and panty set in mind for today's little adventure. "Emma, what we need is a half cup demi bra, you know, the kind that doesn't cover your nipples, and matching panties with no crotch or maybe a zipper or lace up crotch." As Les Bon Temps did more than give a nod to the smutty, even if kept at the back of the store, they soon found what they looked for.
