I walked into the little boutique a little before closing time. It wasn't all that unlike the boutiques I'd visited once a year for the last twenty five years. Without fail each year I'd stopped in a little shop like this to pick a little something for my wife, a sexy little something that was as much a present for me as it was for her. She really enjoyed seeing what I'd picked for her to wear and I always enjoyed seeing how she would turn a sexy piece of lingerie into a very hot night.
Over the years I'd gotten older and surprisingly a little less comfortable in the stores around the younger women that frequented these places. It seemed like I'd see the twenty somethings picking slutty or sexy lingerie and immediately picture it on their bodies, leaving me with a hardon and the inevitable comment about being a horny old fart or pervert. Well, maybe they didn't ever say it, but their looks and giggles always left me with that impression. As a result I tended to limit my time in lingerie boutiques.
Tonight it looked like I was lucky. The only ones in the store besides me was the sales girl, looking to be around thirty or so, and a middle age blond woman who was perusing the racks. The sales girl approached as I started browsing one of the racks that contained flimsy little teddies. I really wasn't sure what I wanted to get her this year. Super sexy, a bit more demure, or even flat out slutty. I never knew until I found that perfect little item.
"Can I help you find something?" The sales woman asked.
"Actually, I'm not sure what. I'm looking for an anniversary present for my wife."
"Oh, well, what kind of lingerie does she like?"
"Well, all kinds, actually. We've been doing this for quite a few years and it's getting to be a challenge to find something original."
"Oh, that's sweet! Kind of like a tradition? How many years?"
"Twenty five this year." I answered her.
"Hmmmm Let's see if we can find something really special then." She said, walking away, motioning me with her finger over her shoulder to follow her. I wound around the racks toward the rear of the small store, following the rather voluptuous young woman, the short body dress she had on barely covering her ass. By the time we got to the back of the store I had a serious hardon bulging out my pants. "I think we should be looking at these. What size is your wife?"
"Well, actually, I'm not sure. The last year she's been working hard to lose weight and has done a great job. She used to be a size 14, but she's quite a bit thinner than that now."
"Okay, how about bust size?"
"That I know. She's a thirty eight double D. I checked one of her bra's"
"Well, that's certainly one way to do it. So... Let's narrow down her waist size a little. Is she as thin as I am?" She asked, turning around for me to look at.
"Not quite that thin. A bit more like...Well, that blond woman over there. She looks like pretty much my wife's size." I said in a whisper, trying not to draw attention to the fact I was looking at the blond woman down the aisle.
She sales woman turned and looked. "Oh sure. I'd say she's about a ten. That's quite a drop. I bet she's really proud of slimming down that much. Let's see if we can find something that really accentuates those kinds of curves." She said as she smiled back at me, walking around the rack to the other side. She pulled a couple items off the rack and stepped around to my side again, hung a little black lace item on the end of the rack and held up a very sexy little red number that was a combination of lace and strings. "What do you think of this?"
"That does look like it would really show her curves." I answered as she held it against her body and used her free hand to smooth the translucent lace around her body. The red lace ran from her neck down not quite to the hem of the dress she had on that was already so short I could see little peaks of her pink lace panties.
She took the little lace outfit away and turned it around to show me the back. "And she'd be completely naked from behind except for these little satin straps." She said with a smile. "Can you just picture her in this?"
"Actually, I'm having a hard time not picturing you in it at the moment." I mumbled as she looked down at the lace outfit again, holding it against her body. With another smile she set that outfit aside and reached for the black one.
"This is a sexy little outfit that can be worn with or without panties." She said holding up an outfit that looked like an intertwined spiral of sheer lace and black silk strips about four or five inches wide. As she held it against her body it was obvious that it would cover only up slightly above her breasts and wind around her body, leaving one breast covered and the other exposed through the sheer portion, and then wind around to end just below the juncture of her legs. "What do you think, is this something your wife would enjoy wearing?"
"It certainly would be a teasing outfit." I agreed, as she ran her hands up and down the soft fabric, and her own body at the same time.
"And it's all silk. Sensuously soft and smooth. One of my favorites." She said with a grin. "I'm half tempted to put it on for you just to feel it against my skin."
"Don't let me stop you." I said, unable to not think about how it would look on her at that moment.
"Oh, I really can't. I have an agreement with my boyfriend. He knows how much I love sexy lingerie. I can wear all I want but I'm only allowed to model for him."
"Understandable." I said with a nod.
"Not that I haven't thought about showing a little something off once in a while." She said with a grin, her eyes traveling down to the rather large bulge in my slacks.
"I on the other hand have no such limitation," the blond woman said from where she had moved unobtrusively just across the rack from us. "I'm quite sure that you could entice me to model one or even both of those for you. Just to see if you think it would look good on your wife of course."
"Entice you?"
"Well, I'd want a little something in return. But if you're willing, I'm quite sure I wont mind." She answered with a broad smile, stepping around the rack and picking up the red lace outfit and holding it against her curations body. "Am I anything like your wife, shape wise?"
"Quite a bit actually." I answered looking up and down the snug fitting sun dress she had on, the colorful yellow dress held in place over her shoulders by two small strings and snugly around her waist by a wide yellow belt. The top portion of the dress was frilly and hung down over her breasts, which I was pretty sure were unrestrained in the thin dress.
"Well then it should be an easy choice. I'll model both of these for you if you do me two very small favors in return."
"I guess that depends on what they are." I answered.
"Well, I'm trying to find just the perfect outfit to wear for my husband. You have to let me model that for you as well and give me your honest opinion if you think he'll like it."
"That sounds easy enough." I answered. "And the second?"
She grinned what I could almost call devilishly. "You have to model something for me as well."
My mouth opened and closed silently several times as my mind tried to process that statement, finally blurting out. "I would but this is all women's lingerie!"
"Well, we actually do have a small selection of men's items." The sales clerk quickly offered. "Some really hot mesh briefs and thongs and such."
"I... I'm..." I stammered.
"Come now, you don't expect a girl to show you her wares without a little something in return now do you? Come on. Let's see what they have?" The blond woman said, the smile growing wider as she reached for my hand and pulled me along after the sales girl toward the back corner by the dressing rooms.
"We have these. But personally I think this would be perfect." The sales girl said, picking a tiny hanger off the rod on the wall hand holding it out for us to see. It was little more than a bag with a few strings, barely large enough to hold me if I wasn't hard, which might actually be the case at the rate I was deflating.
"Ohhhhh yessss. Perfect indeed!" the blond woman said. "Tell you what. You take this, go change and I'll go put on this red one." The blond said, taking my hand and pulling me toward the short aisle that ran between four curtained dressing rooms facing each other with a large multi segmented mirror at the end of the aisle. "Unless of course you want to share a dressing room?"
"I'm not sure that's a good idea." I answered nervously.
"Well, since we're going to be seeing so much of each other, no point in closing the curtains then, is there?" She said, as I started to pull the curtain closed and she put her hand up to hold it back.
"Um, I suppose not." I answered quietly, letting go of the curtain and allowing her to push it back the rest of the way.
"Besides, I think the sales girl is as interested as I am at seeing you in that!"
"Uh huh." I said nervously as she stepped back into the dressing room across from me and leaving the curtain open. She reached to her waist and pulled the belt off and then up to undo the ties over her shoulders, allowing the dress to slide down her body, leaving her in a pair of heels, thigh high nude stockings and a pair of tiny yellow panties. Her full round breasts sagged some but it just seemed to accentuate how her rock hard nipples pointed slightly upward toward me from the center of two large pink puckered areola.
