"Let's try this one."
My feet were already aching as we entered the hundredth shop today. I turned to Amelia and sighed. "I know I suggested shopping but you never said it would turn into a marathon. I want to sit down! Can't we have a coffee or something first?"
Her face crumpled with disappointment before she smiled again, as if a light bulb had appeared above her head. "One more and then I'll reward you. You can even choose where we go."
"Oh promises, promises," I replied as she took my hand and dragged me inside. I was impressed with her gesture though as normally she never liked to show off in public that she was a lesbian. A kiss from her outdoors only occurred when nobody was in eyesight and to hold hands with me like this, well that was unheard of.
As if she realised what she was doing, she let go of my hands and began to browse the rails of clothes. I looked too but I had no plan to spend any more money. The bags in my arms were proof enough that I'd already gone way over budget today.
At last she was done and we were out on the street. That was when I saw the adult shop. It wasn't a blinds over the window, dangling drapes over the doorway kind of place. The huge windows were filled with mannequins wearing stockings, basques, even top hats, holding whips and handcuffs. "I vote we look in here," I giggled, expecting Amelia to look shocked and then realise I was kidding.
"Okay," she shrugged, heading straight through the door before I could stop her. I followed her inside, feeling as if my joke had been ruined.
Together we browsed past the massage oils and fifty shades inspired kit until we came across rows and rows of lingerie. There was more choice in here than most department stores and soon we were both laden down with items.
Finally we headed for the fitting rooms together.
"Can I help?" the bored teenage girl asked, leaning against an empty clothes hanger.
"We'd like to try a few things on," I replied.
"Fine, head down the end." She yawned and turned to her phone, leaving us to walk down a small corridor and turn through a door into a surprisingly spacious room, a long mirror on the back wall and a single chair in the middle of the floor.
"A seat at last!" I laughed, slumping theatrically down into the chair and letting my bags fall from my hands.
"You rest dear," Amelia said in a faux pensioner's voice. "Take the weight off your varicose veins."
"Haha," I replied as she began to strip. "Turn around," she said, acting as if we'd not been together for months. I spun the chair round to face the wall, looking straight into the mirror to see Amelia taking her clothes off behind me. She picked up her first choice, a silk negligee and slipped it over her head. "You can look now," she said and I turned to stare open mouthed at her. The thing barely skimmed her bottom, was translucent and her hardened nipples were clearly visible through the fabric.
"What do you think?" she asked, giving me a twirl which flashed her bottom at me.
"Wow!" I managed to get out.
