We usually arranged a girls day out every six months or so, four or five of us would go shopping, have a long and usually very liquid lunch. Then more shopping, an Italian meal whilst eying up the waiters and getting disapproving looks for being too loud and finally, a mini-cab home. It was rare that one of us didn't end up knickers down by the side of the vehicle relieving a call of nature. On one occasion it was all we could do to stop one of the girls having her knickers down for the mini-cab driver. She settled for tossing him off as he dropped her off, he did have an impressive cock, bless him.
This time it seemed doomed to be a non starter, even Beth our hand job queen cried off. It was down to just the two of us, Jen and me. Jen was still up for it and it was settled, a days shopping, a meal in the evening and a hotel. The thought of booking a hotel normally wasn't considered, good job too, even though none of us were spring chickens sorting out potential mischief, cover stories etc. was just too much to contemplate.
So it was Jen and Alice's big day out. We dropped our bags, only one each honest, at the hotel. It was clean and tidy but we had to settle for a double room with a double bed, no problem I thought, as long as Jen didn't snore. Hair checked, credit cards checked and off to the shops we went.
I could never resist expensive dress shops and Jen tagged along playing the part of the patient husband, waiting patiently outside. I soon realised that it was going to be one of those days, the one when you see lots of nice dresses but either the shop didn't have the right size or it didn't look quite right if they did. Jen made all the right noises, including the "I don't think that's quite you," comment as I shoe horned myself into a dress which showed every curve, and I mean every curve. She tried on an odd one with me but in truth she is more of a skirt and blouse girl and she was more interested in replacing the contents of her "well worn," knickers drawer. This time it was my turn to play the dutiful husband role, only I was in the cubicle with her.
Jen had picked out a selection of colourful but sexy panties that suited her slim figure and tried each on in turn, I appraised each pair whilst sat on a chair in the corner, not realising for some time that I was clutching her panties in my hand. I have to say that I was impressed with her figure, I knew she jogged but it hadn't turned her into an athlete, just kept her nicely toned. She bent over to retrieve a particularly nice pair of salmon coloured pants with white lace trim and I was given the full tour, slender but rounded buttocks, pink pussy with her inner lips protruding slightly and her puckered little rosebud. I had to admit it was a lovely sight and to my surprise I felt a surge of wetness between my own thighs. She straightened up giggling and asked for her knickers, I could feel myself blushing as I handed them over.
Having retrieved and purchased the salmon coloured panties, along with matching bra and similar sets in pale blue and in chocolate, we went in search of a coffee pick me up. Sat on the coffee shop sofa Jen took out the undies and said slightly too loud, "which should I wear later?" I half expected a chorus of comments from the other customers but instead it was me alone who suggested the original salmon pair. Jen satisfied with my choice demanded to know what I was going to wear. Again she was a little on the loud side and I felt myself flush. I explained I had another pair of white cotton ones at the hotel, Jen who by now was quite enjoying my discomfiture announced theatrically that we would have to find me some nice black lacy ones. So taking my arm she guided me out of the shop, as we went through the door I noticed a couple of smiles following us.
Jen was now on a mission and announcing that she knew just the place led the way at a brisk pace that had me struggling to keep up. We ended up in another cubicle with a selection of undies, Jen's choice. I undressed down to my just my shoes; looking in the mirror, I could see Jen giving me a long look.
"I wish I had your curves," she sighed.
I grasped my buttocks and wobbled them, "I wish I could have your body. I mean I wish I was more elegant like you," I replied.
Jen urged me to try on the selected underwear. She was particularly taken with some all lace scalloped pants in pink. She leaned forward and ran her fingers over the material, "very nice," she whispered. Her finger tips moved under the hem, smoothing out the edge under my cheeks, "very nice," she repeated. Now she looked flushed. I slipped them down my legs and treated Jen to the same view she had given me. I'm sure I heard her breath "very nice," for a third time.
I tried on the bra, Jen helped with the fitting, I was sure she lingered just too long as she unhooked me, as if testing the weight of my breasts as they pulled the bra forward. I dressed slowly, Jen's eyes fixed on my every move, I was a little disconcerted but definitely aroused. After a brief discussion we picked out a black set and another in grey and, purchases in hand, set out in search of more. This was much more fun than Amazon!
Three hours on and with sore feet Jen decided she needed lipstick; fifteen shades later, every tester in the shop, she settled on the first one she tried. She moved close and asked "what do you think of the taste, I'm not sure?" before I could pick up the tester she treated me to a soft kiss on my lips.
