I had been shopping for lingerie. I love shopping for my private things. I even have a favorite store where I purchase most of my panties, bras, and intimate apparel. They have a wonderful selection, every style and color. I really enjoy browsing, sometimes I find myself getting aroused just by running my fingertips over the pretty lace and silk.
Yes, I've always enjoyed wearing sexy underwear. There's something about it that just makes a woman feel so... so sensual. I have a friend who never wears panties or a bra; well each to their own I say.
I love that look on a man's face just as my dress drops to the floor. That moment he sees my lingerie and parts of my body that are usually covered, and his cock jumps to attention. That little tease that makes him wonder just what is hidden underneath those tiny bits of satin and lace. That's what excites me so much. Sometimes I enjoy having a little surprise for my love, maybe a pair of crotchless panties or a g-string that cuts right into my pussy. Just a little something he's not quite expecting.
On this particular day, it’d been rather quiet. The shop assistants were there of course, and maybe two or three other women, but what made it odd was the man standing near the corset display. He didn't appear to be with anyone or interested in purchasing anything. A couple of times I caught him staring at me. Or did I just imagination it? A little bit of wishful thinking perhaps? He was tall and dark, so damned good looking. He was well dressed too, although I couldn't really take a good look without staring.
Eventually I made my selection, one pair of black lace panties and a blue silk g-string. I indicated to the assistant and she ushered me into a small changing room.
"Let me know if I can get you anything else," she told me, smiling as she pulled the flimsy curtain across.
I slipped my flimsy dress up over my head, and let it drop in a puddle in the floor beside me. Then reaching behind my back I unhooked my bra, letting that too drop and allowing my full breasts to fall free. I stood there for a few minutes admiring my reflection in the full-length mirror.
"Nice tits", I whispered softly to myself as I cupped them in my hands and played with my nipples for a moment. Yes, I did have nice tits; large, full, and firm. I looked down at my legs, and ran my fingers over the smoothness of my stocking tops, enjoying the contrasting roughness of my lace suspenders.
Next, I wriggled out off my panties. They caught on the sharp spike of my shoe heel, but I left them there. I had other things on my mind.
Turning slightly to one side, I looked over my shoulder to take a look at my ass. Nice ass, too. I gripped my firm butt cheeks and gave them a little squeeze, and then a soft pat.
Leaning though the curtain, I peeked out, and took a quick look around. Yes, the assistant had gone. I turned and looked at my image again. I let my fingers slip down between my legs to gently finger my pussy. I would have to be careful, I didn't want to hand those panties back with a wet crotch.
When I am naked or semi naked, it just feels so natural for me to touch myself. It's as if my fingers instinctively find their way down between my thighs. My clit begins to throb and swell and I am no longer in control of myself until my body has been satisfied. I'm sure a lot of women are like that.
I closed my eyes and leaned up against the side of the cubical. I felt myself drifting into sweet self-pleasure, as my fingers began to work their magic. I began to think about... an elevator; sucking a complete stranger, then the doors opened, another man entering, another cock to suck... Yes, faceless men with big hard cocks, all for me to suck and fuck.
Yes, how many cocks could I do? How many men would fuck me up against the walls of the elevator? Two? Three? No, I was feeling greedy today, as I began to fantasize about having three of them.
