I was planning to meet my long-distance lover in Vegas. Although we had only seen each other twice before in our seven-month relationship, I knew every one of his fantasies. And every fantasy began and ended with sexy lingerie.
Sure, I had plenty of nice things, but I wanted new items for him. He wasn't the type of guy to rip off the silk and lace as soon as I put it on. He liked rubbing my pussy over my silky panties until I came. He liked sliding a tit out over the lace and teasing my nipple. It wasn't something he had to have, but lingerie was something that he loved to see me in. Seeing me in lingerie turned him on. And in turn, seeing him turned on turned me on!
So, I headed to my favorite local lingerie store. Well, two hours away, but I wanted to have the finest for him. It wasn't that big name lingerie store with the Angels. Nor was it a store in Hollywood. This was a smaller store with much sexier and finer lingerie.
During my two-hour drive to the store, I was so turned on. I reached into my purse and grabbed my vibrating clit stimulator. As I drove down the highway I came several times. Picturing the look he would give when he saw me. Picturing him slipping his hand into my panties. Mmmm, yes the drive was great.
I composed myself in the parking lot of the store and walked in hoping the smell of solo sex didn't follow me. They had just received the new selections for the season. The store was filled with beautiful, sexy choices. I grabbed nearly one of everything ... teddies, negligees, baby dolls, chemises, panties, bras. You name it, I grabbed it. And anything in pink instantly made it back to the fitting room with me. He REALLY loved pink lingerie. Soft pink for the feminine, deep pink for the passion.
One thing I loved about that store was that the clerks were always willing to help on the sales floor, but they didn't bother you once you entered the fitting room, and there was no limit on the items (no "Sorry, ma'am, you can only take back six items." I HATE those awful limits!!)
And the fitting rooms! This store had the most luxurious fitting rooms. Much nicer than most people's homes. The wood was a richly stained cherry. The deep L-shaped bench was covered with a soft pink velvet padding. And the mirrors! It had a mirror unlike any other store supplied. The mirror was a free-standing three-panel screen. Each gilded frame held a 7'x2' mirror. Even the choice of hooks in the room had been given much thought. And the quantity of hooks and bars. There were enough hooks in each giant fitting room to hold my unlimited number of items, with room to spare.
As I hung my selections, it was as if the room became wallpapered in the finest and most colorful silks and satins. I was overwhelmed and not really sure where to begin. But obviously, the first step was to undress. I slipped out of my clothes, hanging my top and pants on the padded hangers the store provided, my bra laid out on one side of the bench.
I decided to try on the teddies first. They were nice, very nice ... but they just wouldn't work for us. Teddies are made to be removed before sex, carelessly tossed on the floor. Not for us. I moved on.
Next I tried on the longer negligees. Very beautiful and silky, most with matching robes. They were very sensual, but they just seemed stuffy somehow.
Mmmm, the baby dolls. I loved the way the baby doll top would just barely cover the matching panties (thongs for most of them). Plenty of tease factor, bending over just enough to allow him a look at my ass. Yes, these would be perfect.
Ooh, and the chemises. Silky fabrics without the formed and wired cups for my breasts. As I moved around the room, looking at the fabric moving over my body, my tits looked amazing. It was all my tit, and not some stiff form. My full breasts, my hard nipples ... yes, these were making the cut as well.
I soon realized that I had selected seventeen outfits for a two-night stay. Sure, we'd be spending most of the time in the room, but I wouldn't need that many items. Not for this trip at least. I had to narrow down my choices.
It was too hard to decide, so I rearranged the fitting room. I moved the "not now" items to one wall of hooks. The possibilities I moved to another wall. I began trying on the lingerie again, really examining my body in each choice. Dressing and undressing in front of the three-way mirror, imagining how he would see me, how he would react.
The more I tried on, the more I got turned on.
And then I put on the sexiest black and hot pink little number. A great baby doll that showcased both my tits and my ass. I was instantly aroused. Fully aroused.
I spun around, moved around seductively, watching myself in the mirror. Mmmmm. I texted him and told him how hot I looked. He asked where I was, so I told him.
I had opened the sexual floodgates. Me, in the fitting room. Him, a thousand miles away sitting in his office at work. He shut the door, and things began to get hotter.
I sat down on the bench, texting him and watching the mirror. I really wanted to call him, but what if the clerks came back and heard me? What if one of his coworkers walked past his closed door and heard him? Texting was the only option.
I leaned back on the deep bench and perched my feet on the edge. My panty-clad pussy was staring back at me three-fold in the mirror. I began rubbing and rubbing my pussy. The still unpurchased panties were getting wet.
And he texted that he was stroking his hard cock. Mmmm. I wanted him, wanted his cock in me in that fitting room.
I slipped my left tit out and watched as my tongue flicked at my nipple. As my lips sucked in my tit. My ass was rocking. He texted he was close.
I reached in my purse and grabbed my mini-vibe. I turned it on, slow speed, quieter mode. I slipped it into the sheer black thong, onto my throbbing clit. I apologized textually that my hands would be occupied and I wouldn't be able to send any updates. He continually texted hot and steamy messages for me to read. I had the vibe on my clit and my other hand in my pussy. Reading his texts, watching the three reflections of my pussy, seeing every angle ... my hips were rocking. He was stroking. He was about to cum. He was cumming. He shot his load into his trash can. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to cum. I was biting my lower lip to keep from screaming. Guttural noises escaping. Soft moans and gasps.
I was cumming. Cumming all over the new panties. Cumming all over the velvet-lined bench. Cumming hard, watching the mirror, reading the screen on my phone. Wanting him. Wanting to purchase all the lingerie in that room, laying it out on a bed and fucking all over it. I wanted to be fucked.
I came again. My clit exploding. My body shaking. My legs quivering. And my juices soaking the bench.
I managed to get my fingers to text, "cumming. thank you sexy," before I collapsed breathlessly.
Finally composed, I redressed and gathered the items I was taking with me that day. I tried to clean the bench with a few tissues from my purse, but it was really too soaked to do anything about. As a clerk went to collect the rejected items, I casually said, "Sorry. I spilled my water on the bench." She said no problem, that she'd clean it up.
I made my way to the register, all the while picturing that clerk with paper towels soaking up my cum, holding those wet paper towels. Thinking about my guy, at his desk, cock in hand.
And thinking about seeing my pussy in those three mirrors, having seen my lips tightening around my fingers.
I smiled as I paid, loaded my purchases in the trunk of my car and called my guy.
In the store parking lot, I came again. With him on the phone.
I have purchased a lot of lingerie since that day two years ago. But my favorite items are still the items I purchased on that day.
In fact, I'm wearing that baby doll right now. And that matching thong? Yep. It's soaked again. Sorry, I gotta go. It's time to play!
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