Important: This is the
second chapter of "Underneath",
you will not know what is going on, without reading the chapter 01!
The story includes some elements of sub/dom powerplay and fascination with
women's underwear on a bisexual male
. The story has also subtle element of potentially starting romance between MCs!
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The package looked rather big, and I opened it with curiosity. Inside I found a garter belt, white stockings, and a pristine white set of women's lingerie with a "corset" style cropped bustier top.
Nice!
There was also another package with elegant high heel sandals, white in color, and large enough - as I assessed - that they would fit Nicholas.
The set looked very elegant and sexy. I admired it for a long time and even got a hard-on, but finally put the package aside, trying to breathe through the unhealthy excitement.
Tomorrow will be Friday! Could I possibly up my game even further for the upcoming weekend?
I thought about that long and hard. My dick was even mimicking the long and hard part, as I was staring intensely at the box with the sexy underwear.
Finally, I came to a decision.
I made my way to our company's skyscraper about half an hour before 8:00 AM. I carried the box (as it was rather big this time) to the HR section and noticed with relief that there was nobody in the room. Good.
I placed the box on Nicholas' chair and pushed the chair back to the initial position. That way, Miller would see it only just before he tried to sit down. I also left a small note in a closed envelope.
As lunchtime approached, I went down to the cafeteria, hoping I would meet him there, but he wasn't in line. A bit disappointed, I sat at the table with my friend from the Advertising Department - Johan. We discussed the latest company projects, and we were deep in the middle of this conversation when, in my peripheral vision, I noticed a brown silhouette passing by.
I lifted my head, and my eyes met the hazel-gray gaze of Nicholas. I could not interpret his face - it looked rather impassive - but I felt a sudden rush of excitement. He was wearing his usual brownish-clerkish style of clothes, nothing special.
But I was already aware that this inconspicuous HR worker was much more than the boring second self he presented to the world. It was so exciting that I was the only one who knew his secret.
I noticed he sat at the table with Alice from the Editor's Department. She was rather hot, so I analyzed his face. Was he into her? Was he even straight?
Weird that I never thought about that earlier.
Was I gay? Was he gay? We had to be at least bi-curious, but... I was not particularly interested in finding an appropriate label for myself. I could leave it for later.
I caught myself gawking at the pair, as they spoke with rather hushed voices, and tried to analyze their body language. I could not determine whether they were close or only just starting down that road. Or maybe only friends? Ehhh, I was bad at this.
What will Nicholas decide now?
The message I left him in the envelope was: Wear this. Tonight, 8 PM... and there I included the address of my apartment.
Bold? Maybe. But should I care?
If he chooses to come, it will be his decision. I will not drag him to my apartment by myself.
He was an adult. He could do whatever he wished and live with the consequences.
After work, I came back to my place and, to be honest, I cleaned it rather meticulously. I also took a shower and changed into fancier clothes. It was already a couple of minutes to 8:00 PM when I had the realization that he may not even come.
I did all of this for nothing? I could have taken Johan's invitation to the club he recently discovered and been back in my place with some hot girl.
I sighed. Was I a fool? I fixed my eyes on the clock hanging on the kitchen wall.
I observed the clock's hand as it was approaching the point of... no return.
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
Buzzzzzzzzzzzz!
I literally jumped.
The buzz of the doorbell made me anxious, and I was very rarely nervous. I went to the intercom, clearing my throat.
"Yes?" I forced my voice to sound impassive.
"Ummm. It's me." I spared him the cheesy response that everybody is "me". I pressed the button to let him in.
One minute later, Nicholas Miller was standing at my door.
Our eyes met. I almost felt relief. He looked waaaaaay more nervous than me. He swallowed, and as I made an inviting gesture with my hand, he stepped inside.
I led him to the living room area that was connected to the kitchen.
"Can I get you a glass of wine?" I asked in a perfectly neutral tone of voice.
He hesitated, but nodded.
So, I poured wine into the glasses.
"Any trouble finding my place?" I asked in a still-casual tone.
Nicholas shook his head. "I took an Uber."
He was dressed rather normally; I could not determine if he had something under his clothes, something... I wanted him to wear.
But he had a small suitcase with him. Was he carrying the sandals inside? I could only guess.
We drank the wine in silence; after the glasses were emptied, our eyes met again. I smirked, and I headed toward the big sofa in my living room and sat there with a subtle grimace.
"Sooo, Nicholas. Time for the show!"
Nicholas hesitated, suddenly looking around as if he was interested in my apartment's interior design, but slowly moved in my direction.
He stood in front of me and... We locked eyes again. We stayed like that for about one minute. I guess he liked these staring contests.
Just my eyes and his eyes.
In a weird game.
I kept my face unfazed.
Suddenly, he smiled rather subtly and, without any additional hassle, started to undress.
I must admit, he was really determined. And bold for sure, bolder than I would be in his place.
I noticed that his hair was not slicked back, but freshly washed and flowing loosely around his face.
"Nice hair today, Nicholas. Good boy, you remembered what I like," I praised him.
He did not answer, but his cheeks went pink. He took his brown sweater off along with his buttoned down shirt.
I halted my breath for a moment.
Yes, he was wearing the white cropped bustier top... It looked beautiful on his skin, and fit perfectly. I saw his upper body naked for the first time like this. He had a more athletic physique than I realized, with kind of lean, wiry arms and a flat chest. His pectoral muscles were still slightly visible and I even noticed the delicate outline of abs.
He was undoubtedly male, and it was... unexpectedly fascinating.
I caught myself staring at his smooth, porcelain skin surfaces, totally hairless. I was curious, did he shave his armpit hair? As he started to pull down his pants I could feel my pulse spiking.
It was good, so good!
My dick also liked the show, waking up and bothering me more and more with every passing second.
Nicholas freed himself from his pants, and I was delighted to see the beautiful garter belt I bought, and see-through white stockings.
Wow, he had impressive legs! Long and slender, almost like the legs of a model! Not overly muscular, rather slim. Perfection.
"Sandals! Wear the sandals!" I said in a hoarse voice.
He toed off his shoes, opened his suitcase and pulled out the high-heeled sandals.
I bit my lip and stood up. "Wait. I'm gonna put these on you."
He was blinking nervously, as I came closer and got on my knees. He didn't expect this.
"Put your hand on my shoulder," I ordered, and he did it in a rather shy gesture. His hand was smaller than mine, with slim fingers, although bigger than usual women's hands, which only made him more interesting.
I took his narrow, slender foot in my palm. It was a surprisingly nice feeling! His foot was almost elegant, so I studied it for a second. I was pleased to notice that he actually had his toenails painted red! Wow, he really paid attention to the details, which I very much appreciated.
I stared at his feet for a weirdly long time; he was waiting patiently, standing on one leg, with his hand on my shoulder. He just... kind of let me have my moment with his foot.
I was never that kind of fetishist, I didn't enjoy feet more than any other non-sexual body part. But at this moment I experienced some peculiar fascination with his neat-looking slim limb.
After clearing my throat I murmured: "Nice nails."
My fingers moved along his elegantly shaped instep, and he made this cute giggly sound, as it was probably a ticklish feeling.
I just wouldn't be myself if I did not repeat the gesture again, and, once again, he chuckled. As I found it funny and weirdly arousing, I doubled my effort and tickled him even more...
He bent in half, chuckling, almost losing his balance, so he put both of his hands on my neck. It was... a pleasant feeling. I could savor his scent, the warmth of his breath close to my ear.
"Hey, stop it, Jess! I'm ticklish!"
I raised my eyes and looked at his cheerful, pink face. And suddenly, it was odd again, we were just looking at each other and I felt my dick, now fully erect, pressing on my pants even more.
I wanted him. There was no way around it.
Fuck, I don't remember ever wanting anybody as strongly as him!
My hands slowly moved over his ankle to the calf. He gasped. I could already see his erection forming under his skimpy white lace panties. My hands continued to sensually caress the skin of his legs hidden under his thin stockings. Nicholas closed his eyes, letting me do that, and made a small moan...that went straight to my dick. My hand moved even higher up his thigh, finally grazing over Nicholas' naked skin, just above the stockings. Finally, my fingers brushed over his tightly squeezed balls and his hard dick. He let out a small huff.
