Late in the evening, I enter the lingerie store, just before closing. I walk towards a nearby display,confindent about entering a store focused on sexual desires. Inna the lone store clerk walks from behind the counter towards me, and I watch her from the corner of my eye. As she gets close, I pretend to be looking at a garment in front of me, and she lightly slides her fingers over my arm to get my attention. I turn to face her, my right hand fondeling a black nightie on display.
“Can I help you pick something out” she asks, the corner of her lips turned up in a slight smile. I glance down to see what she is wearing, a form fitting, short sleeve, purple blouse, with the top buttons unbuttoned, exposing the top of her breasts, I can see the top of her black lace bra as well. A form fitting black mid thigh length skirt hugs her nice thighs. “Yeah”, I nervously reply, “I’m looking for something special for my err, girlfriend”
She points to the clock, minutes from 9 PM, “The stores about to close, so I’m going to lock up so I don’t have to worry about any more customers. Feel free to look around, I will come over and help you pick something out.“ She turns, and heads towards the front door, I watch her walk away, seeing her hips sway with each step, I can see the outline of her nice round ass. I try to see if I can tell what kind of panties she is wearing, imagining her having a little thong, and I begin to get aroused. I watch her lock the front door, then I move to look at some outfits at the side of the store, so she doesn’t realize I was staring. I reach down into my pants and adjust myself as I am starting to get very hard, and don’t want it to be so noticeable.
I find myself looking at a couple of different corsets on mannequins, breathing a little deeper, my heart beating faster. She walks up to me, and slides by me, then begins to pull something off the shelf in front of me. Her thigh brushes against me, the soft material of her skirt against my jeans. She leans up, grabbing something off the upper rack, her top lifts up, exposing a thin line of flesh along her back, I can see the top of a pair of black panties just above her skirt. She pulls the garment down, and steps back draping it over the front of her body, resting it over her own clothes, so I can see how it would look. It is red lace corset top, with satin on the side, with matching red lace thong.
“What do you think, looking for something like this? Feel how soft this is?” she asks, innocently looking into my eyes. I run my fingers over the fabric, feeling along her side, my fingers sliding easily over the material. She bites her lip a little at my touch. Testing, I move my hand higher up, caressing her just below her breasts, pretending to inspect the material. She takes a deep breath, as my hand teases her, breasts rising and falling as she exhales. My fingers slide up, teasing the bottom of her breast, she closes her eyes, and lets out a subtle “mmm”. I slide my had back down her side, caressing her side, then pull my hand away. “It is soft, I wonder how it will look?” I ask, thoughts of her wearing it running through my mind.
“What size are you looking for?” she asks. “Hmm,” I slowly scan her body, “She is about your size. It is so hard to tell how it will look before seeing it on her, do you have one like this on a display?” She looks around at the empty store. “Well, since you are the only one here, I could try it on for you.” She looks at me, waiting for a response. My mouth drops open a bit at the thought, “yes, that would be great” She grabs my hand and leads me to the back of the store. Her perfume fills my nostrils as I walk behind her, enjoying the feel of her hand on mine. She guides me to a couch in the waiting area, and then proceeds into the store’s changing room.
I sit waiting, wondering what is happening, unable to believe it, the anticipation is getting to me. I slide my hand down, adjusting myself again, my cock pushing towards the top of my jeans, a large bulge in front of me. I stroke myself a few times while I wait, but stop before going too far. She comes out, wearing a long sleeve, see through black top, opened in front, wearing the tight red outfit underneath. She moves toward me, seductively, my eyes looking at her chest, the top of her breasts rising and falling with each breath, then look down at her legs as she moves closer, they have a slight tan, and look so smooth. She stops in front of me, a couple of feet away.
My heart beats faster, I scan again starting at her feet, she is wearing strappy black leather heels, her cute toes sticking out. I gaze up her legs, then quickly dart my eyes up to hers. “What do you think, is this a nice fit?” She moves in and grabs my hand before I can respond, sliding it onto the fabric at her side. “Feel how smooth it is when worn.” I slide my hand along her side running it over the satin material, feeling her warm flesh beneath. I look her over, longing after her warm breasts. I look down, the clothing clings tight to her nice curvy figure. My eyes drift lower, the thong is partially see through, her skin visible in the pattern. She is definitely clean shave I think to myself, seeing her bare flesh beneath the bottoms, I can see the outline of her pussy, the thin material clinging to her.
“Can I see the back?” I smile, and twirl my finger in the motion to have her turn around. She turns, my hand still at her side, my fingers running along her back and resting on her lower back when she is done turning.