Expensive Pleasure
"That'll be $80.19," the blonde cashier confirmed to young Carla, the product being something special to spice up time in the bedroom with her husband, Jack.
It was a piece of lingerie that had leather straps for cover in the most sensitive areas, and a lovely open section for where the host's vagina would normally be covered by some form of panties. The thought of wearing it alone made her arousal strengthen, and she could feel her panties growing moist in her miniskirt.
It didn't even take a second glance for her to know that she wanted it.
However, upon the price being clarified, she pulled her hand away from her purse; she didn't know if she could afford it at such a price. As much as she wanted it, she was hesitating.
The cashier grew curious.
"Ma'am?" the girl questioned.
Carla jumped, addressing the situation.
"I'm sorry. I may have to consider something cheaper. That's quite a price."
The blonde fell into deep thought off of that statement from Carla, quickly finding a way to potentially sway her customer into purchasing the product sprawled out on the counter.
"Have you considered trying it on, ma'am? That may give you a better perspective on why it's so expensive."
Carla raised an eyebrow. She just considered going against her body's current arousal that was enticing her to purchase the sexy outfit, but her curiosity was saying otherwise.
"I really shouldn't," Carla clarified kindly. "Besides, I've never really attempted trying on lingerie like this before. I'd more than likely get tangled up or something, and I don't want to waste your time."
"Nonsense! That's why I work here, ma'am," replied the cashier. "I can take you to the back and help you out. Ten minutes max."
Carla peeked her eyes near the blonde's breasts, picking up the nametag with the name "Sarella" on it, wanting to address her accordingly. The whole idea of Sarella helping her dress up into the sexual attire secretly turned her on, but she didn't want to be unfaithful to Jack.
However, her curiosity got the better of her. Sarella really was just doing her job, and what harm was there in just trying it on. She was insisting, so there really was no reason not to.
She surrendered.
"Fine. Ten minutes max it is," Carla agreed. "I would like to try it on myself first though. No offense, but someone else, other than my spouse, seeing me nude makes me uncomfortable. Only if I yell for help do I want your assistance."
"Of course, ma'am," Sarella agreed. "I'd hate to make you feel uncomfortable."
Sarella picked up the dress by its provided hanger and led Carla to the back dressing rooms, unlocking the one assigned for women. Handing the lingerie back to Carla, Carla stepped into the medium sized room and waited until the door was closed and locked by Sarella to start stripping. The room had a sweet essence of berries, the scent meeting Carla's nostrils and seeming to strike her current sexual mood like a natural element. She couldn't recall any knowledge that she may have had of any certain scents that peaked sexual arousal, but the more she took it in, the more she grew excited to get out of her clothes.
This feeling frightened her, but at the same time, it was a kinky pleasure tickling her senses that she didn't want to abandon. It was the equivalent of how she felt when she experienced sex for the first time, and now, she was making a note to ask Sarella if they sold whatever was enveloping the room and giving her a sexual high. She shook herself out of the high and returned back to her business in the cool and comfortable room, remembering her business upon one glance at the attire on the hanger in her hand and setting it down.
She slipped off her t-shirt and miniskirt, tossing them to the floor, but stopped when she found herself starting to undo her thin laced bra. She could just try it on with her bra and panties still on, but that same curiosity that had brought her here was persuading her to go one-hundred percent, seeing with her attire on, she wouldn't get the full experience.
The lingerie was designed to make its host get aroused naturally without any foreplay by embracing their most sensitive muscles and nerves in a way of replicating the same effect as when they engage with a partner. A part of the reason it was so expensive.
She wanted the full experience, so she threw all doubt out the window and removed her body of its remaining clothing, her breasts and pussy immediately becoming aroused from the natural cool temperature of the dressing room. Her nerves shivered with delight as goosebumps began to rise on her skin, rubbing her skin softly in a pleasing manner. Her self strokes upon her soft flesh's surface had caused a reaction to her hormones, the thrill of being bare naked in a public place driving her senses mad. It turned her on even more than she already was, and the sensation she was giving herself had eventually led to a little moan unexpectedly escaping her lips.
Then it escalated.
She began to slide her right hand unconsciously toward her vagina, feeling the severe heat emanating from her slit caress her fingers.
She caught herself quickly, gasping and cussing at herself in her mind, while retracting her hand from her moist genitalia. She was shocked at her actions, as much as how horny she was, badly wanting to relieve herself of all of her sexual tension, but a dressing room wasn't the right place to masturbate.
When we get home, Carla. For now, you're going to have to just be patient. Besides, the heavier the desire, the more severe the orgasm.
