Denise And I Go Shopping

All characters in this story are older than 18.

I'm in the middle of chemistry lab and waiting for an experiment to finish its cooling period. It is kind of like watching grass grow. Let fluid cool for 30 minutes. Record what you see in the fluid every time the temperature drops 5 degrees and how long the change took. Try to stay awake watching the thermometer and noting time intervals. Luckily, I have notes from a friend who did the same experiment yesterday and got the correct results. Can't miss on this one. I owe him a beer.

My mind wanders from chemistry to something a little more interesting.

Last night was a late night with Denise. My time with her has me a little tired, but that is a small price to pay for her company. I close my eyes and review what we did in the last 24 hours. Jogged 12 laps on the track and I got to watched Denise's butt lead me around. Went back to Denise's room for an intimate shower. Had dinner in the dining hall with Denise and the gang. Went to the library to do research on literature project. Went back to Denise's room for a cuddle. Then went back to my room to sleep.

This morning, I got up and met Denise for breakfast. Denise and I walked to the Liberal Arts building for first classes. And now, here I am in Chemistry, oh boy!

My phone vibrates and brings me back to the real world. It is also time to record results on my experiment. That small distraction takes all my attention. Eventually it lets me get back to my phone. It's a message from Denise. She is trying to stay awake in Sociology. Wants to know if I want to go downtown with her after classes for some shopping. That sounds like fun to me so I text back a "YES" and happy face emoji. I hate emojis.

I wonder where we are going and what she needs to get? It doesn't really matter in the bigger scheme of things, because it is fun to be out and about with Denise. She makes the world a little brighter with her positive attitude and quick wit. We can probably dive into a snack shop and get something fun to eat and give us a reason to go to the gym.

My phone vibrates again and it is a reply from Denise. "Dorm, 2:30" and a yawning emoji. I reply with a dead emoji.

Classes really grind on, now that I have something to look forward to. Modern lit is a fun class that makes the time go by quickly. The instructor makes everyone join in with the class discussions. We have gotten used to each other and accept our differences. We have lively discussions and the instructor seldom has to moderate to keep things civil. All classes should be this way. Classes with the droning instructors beat down your interest in learning.

Classes finally end and I start back across campus to get to the dorm. The mid-day skies are clear and the temperature is warm. It is a very pleasant day to go for a walk and enjoy life. It will be even better with Denise by my side.

Back at the dorm and it is 2:30. Denise and I meet up and head downtown. It's only about a mile to the shopping district so we have about a half hour to hold hands and catch up on the news of the day. She tells me about one of her girlfriends who just broke up with a guy because he was mean to her. His abuse was psychological so her girlfriend was really feeling messed up. We will spend more time with her rebuilding her confidence and getting her feeling better about herself.

Why are some guys such dicks! They start a relationship with an attractive woman and then find something to demean them about. What's the point in that? Everybody is different. If you don't like something about the person, either accept it, or move on. Don't try to change the person to try and fit your mold if they are already happy with who they are. Life is much better when you agree to get along. Life is too short to waste time on someone who makes you feel miserable. It's a game they play that you don't have to participate in.

I have a friend at the rink who would love to be with her friend. He is a great competitor and skater. He makes me look like I am painted on the ice when we do stick and puck. He has a great personality and sense of humor. He isn't stuck on himself and will even make fun of his shortcomings. He appreciates women and likes to have a relationship in which each person is an equal partner. So, we'll have to get those two together real soon.

We get downtown and we head to Denise's destination, "I Am Woman." It's a new age boutique for the college crowd as well as young professionals. This is Denise's favorite place to spend money on herself. We go in and the salesgirl, Kelly, greets Denise by name and treats her like an old friend. She kiddingly greets me by asking Denise "Are you still keeping him around?"

"Yeah, he's a keeper." They both laugh and Denise gives me a peck on the cheek.

"What brings you in today?" Kelly asks.

"Oh, girly things. You know, undies and such."

"Well, you know where all that stuff is. Go back and look at what we've got. I'll join you in a bit to see if I can help you find something."

"Okay, see you soon." Denise took my hand and led me deeper into the store.

We walked past the display racks with dresses. Everything from homecoming to business wear. Simple to elegant. Denise would walk by the racks and touch the fabric and check out the colors. Other racks held a myriad of blouses with all colors, prints, fabrics and cuts. If a man wants a shirt he goes to the rack and buys a button-down shirt that is white, blue or tan. Simple for a guy. Adventure for a gal. The racks with pants looked a little less complicated as far as fabrics and colors, but I am sure, from the guy's perspective, it would still be hard for Denise to select something to buy.

We finally got far enough into the store to reach the women's intimate selections. For a guy, going into Target you find a set of shelves with briefs and boxers. There are some choices for colors and fabrics, but still, pretty simple stuff. We just walked into a section of the boutique that has dozens of racks, walls of shelves, Dozens of mannequins dressed with sexy, sheer lingerie, negligees, panties, bras, lounge wear, teddies, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. How are women able to navigate through such a selection of goods and come away with one item, or more likely an arm full. It looked like I was going on an adventure of my own. Time to become a good sport.

First of all, I was the only guy in the intimate's section and one of only a few in the entire boutique. If you want to feel just a little self-conscious, plant yourself in the middle of the bra section with women putting a bra over their clothes just to see how it might look on their body. Denise smiled and held my hand as we worked our way up and down the aisles. And actually, the women really didn't pay much attention to me. I was in their territory and I didn't matter. I just needed to pay attention to Denise and appear not to be interested in anything anyone else was doing. I could do that.

Once I got comfortable with my unenviable position, I began to get involved with what Denise was doing and started to enjoy myself. Hopefully I didn't have the appearance of being a pervert spying on women checking out underwear. We looked at intimate apparel for wearing strictly in private. The teddies and negligees were sexy and arousing. She touched each one to see how the fabric felt. She had me feel and asked my opinion. She enjoyed watching me trying to figure out what to say. I could see Denise in some of these and how enjoyable it would be to look at her body through the different pastel colored, sheer fabric tops and robes.

There would be nothing to imagine if she wore one for me. You could see right through the fabric and see every curve of her body. Her breasts would be on full display behind the thin veil of the fabric. And you could see every detail down around her legs and hips, including her mons hairdo and her outer labia. From the back you could see buttocks and the crack between her cheeks, top to bottom. And I could imagine stroking her fabulous body over the slick surface of the sheer fabric. I think negligees were designed with just one purpose in mind. Get the man aroused as quickly as possible so that it could be removed shortly thereafter.

Denise led me over to the bras. So many styles, so many colors, so many fabrics. I picked a bra off the rack that had insanely thick padding. I held it up for her to see and she gave me a pouting look.

"These need to be bigger?" she said as she cupped her hands under her breasts and pushed them up for me.

I have been a breast man all my life. I love the female breast. Any size. But for me, I like a B sized breast. It is just the right size for my tastes. It fills my hand just right. It gives the woman a very shapely, streamlined look. Its size compliments the rest of her body. The areola and nipple size are matched perfectly with the B sized breast, in my humble opinion. Not to sound like a pig, but a woman's breasts are something to be appreciated. I love them, and I especially love Denise's.

So, I put the padded bra back on the rack. Of course, we were just having fun. Denise was looking at lace bralettes. Sweet, no darned clasp in the back to fight with while she waited to be freed from the confines of her bra. The lace was delicate appearing and the fabric was smooth and stretchy. Black was sultry and sexy. White was bright and sexy. Red was hot and sexy. Hell, they were all sexy. The fabric was sheer enough to where I would be able to enjoy the sight of her areolas and nipples. The soft fabric would probably be very comfortable in warmer weather and I suppose the required support would be provided to fight the effects of gravity. Bralettes looked pretty nice to me.

Denise also looked at regular bras that were not padded but constructed in such a way to support the breast to make them more perky looking. They were similar to an underwire style, but used a heavier padded or wider elastic band to support the breasts and let the cups do the lifting. This would be nice too, because you would be able to see the areolas and nipples through the thin fabric as well as allow the erect nipple to push out and through to a blouse. Nothing is sexier than a woman displaying her erect nipples in the bra or through the blouse. That is a good look on Denise.

Denise also looked at some bras with a little more padding or thicker fabric in the cup. She wasn't looking for the larger breast appearance, just another style of comfy bra. I do appreciate the discomfort the woman must feel having to wear a bra for 12 to 16 hours a day. It's that damned gravity. And having tight elastic straps going around the rib cage and digging into the skin cannot be fun. So, any design that supports those wonderful breasts and does not cause discomfort over hours of use is okay by me. Denise showed me some of those bras that would be very smooth and shapely while doing their intended job. This was becoming a real education for me.

We finally got over into the panty section, which was probably the area I was most interested in. Panties are kind of a fetish for me. I found it very sexy to be able to stroke over Denise's curvy butt covered by a smooth silk, satin or micro fiber fabric. I like the feel of the smooth fabric over her tight hips and butt cheeks. It's arousing to explore the waist band. It's especially nice to be able to trace and stroke on the leg bands close to her clitoral hood and the outer labia. It is a turn on to stroke over the gusset hoping the pressure of fingernails causes her great pleasure. Lace is a nice touch once in a while. I guess I like almost every aspect of a woman's panties, especially when she is wearing them.

She shows me lacy thongs, cheekies, bikinis, hipsters, briefs, high cuts, mid-rise and high-rise. I had no idea there were so many styles to choose from. She can choose from virtually no coverage to full coverage and everything in between. The prints and colors are endless. She can match panties to any outfit she has. The panties packaging even suggest matching bras and panties into sets. Fabrics run the gamut from plain old cotton to full stretch satin, silk, nylon, microfiber and comfort blends. I am in panty heaven and I have a willing guide.

I have never had the opportunity to go through a women's panties section and inspect every style, color and fabric to my heart's desire. Other women in the section pay me no mind, probably because Denise is guiding me through the process. I like some of the sexy lacy styles they have. They would look good on Denise. I wonder if the fabric is comfortable in the more sensitive areas over long periods of time? The hipster and boy short style look like they would be excellent choices for accentuating Denise's beautiful figure. I know I would appreciate being able to see them on her.

I am doing a lot of sensory evaluation of the panty fabric. Some of the fabrics feel so smooth and look glossy. The fabrics on some panties stretch in every direction, where some only stretch around the hips but not from the gusset to the waist band. Some fabrics feel soft and supple like a fine suede but are very stretchy and smooth to the touch. Some fabrics are a tight weave and very opaque. Other fabrics are a finer, looser almost translucent weave. Being able to see through a sheer panty is very nice with Denise wearing them.

I like them all. I don't know how Denise would be able to pick and choose from all the choices the boutique has to offer. If she were buying to match to particular outfits or other intimate items, then the choices should be easier. But I am thinking linearly. When a man buys under wear, he generally finds the size, grabs a package and goes to checkout. It must be more difficult for women to deal with all the choices. Or. In Denise's case, she has the ability to think spatially and put complex ideas and plans together. I have seen her go to her underwear drawer and pull one pair of panties out of dozens because she knows those were the ones that will work with her outfit. I bet most women are able to do that. Us men just don't see it. Shame on us.

As we are going through the thousands of panty choices available, Kelly comes over to see how we are doing. She has left us alone for 20 minutes allowing Denise to check out the available choices and get me into the world of women's intimates and underwear. Kelly's timing is impeccable. Speaking to both of us she asks:

"How are we doing? See anything we like?"

I nod my head "Yes" while smiling stupidly. Kelly smiles back with a twinkle in her eyes.

"I like the new stuff you got in. Do you have any suggestions on items and sizes you think will work for me?" Denise asks smiling.

"Sure. I know your tastes, so, tell you what. Go to the big fitting room and I will bring in some things I think you will like to try on."

"That would be wonderful" was Denise's response.

So, she took me by the hand and led me back to the dressing rooms. I figured the boutique had comfy chairs on the sales floor for the men to sit in while the women tried on selections to see what they might like. Against the back wall was a doorway to the dressing rooms. We went into a hall and all I could see were doors. Denise took me to the last door and saw the occupancy indicator was showing vacant. She opened the door for me, motioned to enter and she followed me in.

There was a comfy sofa, a couple of end tables, a tall cabinet and an upholstered stool. Kelly came in a moment later with a key and unlocked the cabinet. She opened the door and asked what I would like to drink. I was dumbfounded. I got up and went to the cabinet and there were several bottles of scotch, bourbon, whiskey and vodka. There were glasses and an ice bucket.

"Uh, Talisker 18, neat."

"Nice choice. Your man has taste."

Kelly poured me a Talisker 18 and I sat back down on the comfy sofa. After she put the bottle away, she brought me a small bottle of artesian water and eye dropper for my scotch. Class act. As I added a couple of drops of water to my scotch, Kelly spoke with Denise.

"I'm going to pick up a few items for you to try, so I will be back in a couple of minutes."

After she left, Denise came over to the sofa and gave me a passionate kiss and sat down. Then she tried a sip of the Talisker.

"Smooth. Thanks for coming shopping with me. It's been a lot of fun."

I had a sip of scotch and agreed with Denise on both counts. We snuggled for a few minutes and true to her word, there was a knock on the door and Kelly returned with an armload of things for Denise to try. She placed them on a table near the stool.

"Press the call button if you need anything." Then she left, closing the door behind her.

"I get to sit here and enjoy scotch while you try on and model under wear for me?"

"Sorry for the misunderstanding. The underwear is for me and you just get to watch."

"Fair enough." I settled back into the comfy sofa as Denise got up and walked to the table. She looked at what Kelly had brought in and smiled back to me.

First off the pile was a sheer babydoll negligee of white satin with thin, black lace trim. The bust line was gathered with elastic so that the breasts were accentuated above everything from the bottom of her breasts to the bottom hem. It was a pull over style. The babydoll came with a V-string bikini style panty. Denise unbuttoned her blouse, removed it and hung it on a wall hook. She unhooked her bra and added to the hook. She undid her belt, unbuttoned her pants and removed those as well. The pants were hung on a hook next to her blouse and bra.

I was sitting on the sofa with a grin and not believing what was happening in front of me. Denise was naked except for her low cut, sheer boy shorts. She hooked her thumbs in the waist band and slid them down to the floor and stepped out of them. Now she was naked and beautiful. She picked up her panties, walked over to me and dropped them in my lap. Then she walked back over to the table.

"Keep an eye on those would you please."

That was going to be hard because both eyes were on something that had just caught my attention. A naked Denise. Denise picked up the white, lace trimmed, V-string bikini panties and put them on. The V patch in front was just large enough to cover her mons hairdo and not much more. A string ran from the bottom point of the front bikini triangle to the string going around her waist just above her butt crack. I had never seen a panty like this and Denise was definitely doing it justice.

She picked up the babydoll and pulled it up over her head, arms in the sleeves. Then she pulled the hem and skirt portion down over her breasts to cover her torso. She pulled the elastic gather below her breasts and let her breasts settle into the space made for them. She looked absolutely gorgeous. The top of the baby doll did show off her figure and her breasts and the areolas and nipples were clearly visible through the sheer fabric.

"Come here and give me a hug."

She didn't have to ask twice. I had another sip of scotch and got up. I went over to her and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her into my body. Her figure felt so sexy under the slippery fabric. And her sexy body was amazing under that sexy babydoll.

"Happy to see me sailor?" was the response to my hug. So, I gave her another big hug.

I went back to the sofa and got comfortable again. Denise teased me with different, seductive modeling poses. She really looked good. I am glad I went shopping with her today. She walked in front of me and spun around. Then she went back to the table. She pulled the babydoll back off, folded it and put it on another table. Then she removed the panties and put them with the babydoll. Now that was a set. I would love to sleep with her while she wore that to bed.

Next, she picked up a bra that looked like it was made from black lace. She put her arms through the arm straps and turned her back to me. Again, she did that double jointed arm thing with the straps and hooked the clasp. She did something with her hands and chest while she still had her back to me. Then she slowly turned around and had big voluptuous breasts and a ton of cleavage. How in the world does a bra do that. It's like the breasts were pushed way up from the bottoms and pushed in from the sides. It was a different look, but honestly, I preferred the more natural look of just leaving the breasts where they normally lived. Some guys may lust after the busty effect, but I appreciate the natural look. Denise's breasts are spectacular and nothing mechanical needs to be done to make me like them more.