I met a very nice English couple while they were here on holiday. They were so cute and so in love. She told me of their shopping adventure one afternoon while we were all drinking at a local pub. I came up with this story from his point of view...
My wife and I are best friends. We've been together almost 25 years. We completely enjoy each other. I love to please her as much as I love to be pleased by her. One of her favourite things to do is tease me a little here, tease me a little there, but hold back until we get home and then we fuck like rabbits.
Not long ago, we were on holiday and Jean was in one of her more playful moods. We were staying at a beach resort in St. Pete Beach, Florida. It was sunny and dreadfully hot. Jean is 42, but even after 2 children, has kept herself looking trim and fit. Her body is very shapely and pleasing to see, even after 23 years of marriage. I've seen quite a few pictures of beautiful women, but live and in the flesh, I still prefer my Jean.
We were shopping at one of their many air-conditioned indoor shopping centres, if for no other reason than to get a break from the heat. Jean decided she wanted to try on some lingerie at (that one famous) shop. We wandered around the shop, looking very much the tourists we were, snickering at some bits, oohing and aahing at others. Jean found a couple of brassieres she fancied and asked one of the clerks if she could try them on. I went looking for the proverbial "man chair" to wait patiently for my wife. I was astonished when the young girl held the door to the dressing booth open for me as well!
My facial expression must've been quite cheeky. "You mean I can go in there with her?" I pointed and smiled.
"As long as it's alright with her, sure" smiled the clerk.
I looked at Jean and she at me and I saw her eyes flash. "Come on, you... " she took hold of my arm and pulled me into the booth with her.
"Let me know if you need anything, ok?" smiled the clerk as she closed the door to the booth.
"This is new," I giggled as I looked about the booth. "They give you quite a bit of room in here, don't they? Are all women's dressing rooms this nice?" There was enough room for Jean to comfortably try on her underthings while I sat in a fairly comfortable chair with quite a nice view of my wife. "If I'd have known we could do this, I would've brought some popcorn or something." I giggled. I stirred slightly, my erection made it necessary to change positions. I started humming 'The Stripper' as Jean removed her blouse. Yes, I received a smack for that one.
Jean tried a couple of bras while I sat in rapt fascination. I can't help it, I love to watch my wife. Without putting on her own bra, Jean put her white blouse back on and loosely buttoned it. I could easily see her nipples through the material. She smiled her playful smile and pointed at me saying "You stay put. I'll be right back." So, I sat patiently for a few minutes while Jean went to pick out a few more things to try on, wondering just what sort of frillies she'd bring back. I felt my penis growing in my shorts.
When she returned, Jean was carrying a few more bras, some panties and a couple of those 'merry widow' type things, with the garters and the straps. She also had some black opera gloves and a couple of packs of nylons with her. She thanked the clerk for her help and closed the door when she had everything sorted where she wanted it. A few moments passed as my wife again removed her clothes and donned the opera gloves. With a silly grin, I scanned her loot until she lightly placed a gloved hand under my chin.
I looked up at my wife, naked, save the elbow-length black evening gloves and black bikini panties. "Take yer clothes off, Mister," she winked, "I've got a surprise for you."
Well, I was a bit shocked. I never would've expected something like this. I stood and removed my t-shirt and shorts. Jean's hand was between my legs, clutching my increasing manhood before I could get my underwear off. She dropped to her knees and my underwear dropped with her. She gently pushed me back in the chair. "Are you able to keep quiet?" she asked as her gloved hand gently stroked my erection. All I could do was nod in agreement.
"Very well," Jean's attention focused on her selections for trying on, though she kept her hand stroking me. "Which one of these do you like?" She was doing her best flourish as she waved her empty hand passed the undergarments hanging on their little hooks.
