3 comments/ 126745 views/ 44 favorites The Lingerie Store By: Dillinger I wanted to get my wife something special. Something very special. Our first anniversary was coming up in just a few short days and I was cruising the mall looking for the right gift when I saw a store that caught my attention. The window had mannequins dressed in the sexiest lingerie I had ever seen. And all I could think of was how much better those outfits would look on my wife than on a mannequin. It took less than a minute for me to decide to go in and check it out. I knew this would be more a present for me than for her but I figured I could get her something else as well. In the meantime, I just couldn't resist checking out the merchandise. I passed a couple of women exiting as I was entering. They looked at me and grinned. I smiled back and entered. There were displays scattered randomly throughout the store. From lacy full-length numbers to the skimpiest see-through outfits I had ever seen. I wandered around like a kid in a candy store (a very expensive candy store!), not knowing which of all the many wonderful treats I wanted. A voice from behind me snapped me out of my reverie. A soft, sexy, sultry voice that got my heart pounding before I even turned around. "May I help you find something?" I found myself looking at an absolutely stunning woman. About 5'6". Long shiny black hair. Deep green eyes. Full, sexy lips set in a half smile. Wearing a short, tight black dress that did very little to hide her perfect figure. And those breasts - full, firm and seemingly too big for her small frame. But really, can they ever be TOO big? I started to speak but my voice failed me. Taking a deep breath I tried again. "I'm looking for something for my wife," I stammered. "You mean you're looking for something for you, don't you?" she said. "Something for you to dress your wife in!" "Well, yes. I guess you could say that..." I responded. I found my eyes wandering down her body. Lingering on those perfect breasts, past her flat tummy and down to legs that seemed to go on forever. I forced myself to return my gaze to her eyes. Her incredible green eyes. She smiled at me. "See anything you like?" she said, the double entendre obvious in her voice. "Well yes, I do," I said with a grin of my own. "I meant do you see any lingerie you like," she laughed. "Oh... of course. Well there are just so many choices I'm having a... um... hard time making up my mind." "Perhaps I can be of help. We have a showroom in the back. Maybe I could help you pick out just the right outfit. What size is your wife?" "She's about your height but not quite as busty... uh, I mean not quite as well proportioned as you are!" She reached out and took the red silk nightie I had been looking at off the rack and started to walk away. Turning around she looked back at me still standing there. I had been staring at her ass. A perfect tight round ass swaying under that very short black dress. "Well, what are you waiting for? Follow me!" I smiled not believing what was happening and started to follow her through the store. She stopped a couple of times to take a few more outfits off the rack and headed through a passage in the back of the store. I followed her into a small back room furnished with a couch and a table. "Please, have a seat. Can I get you a drink," she said as she hung the outfits over a small screen that partitioned off a corner of the room. She walked over to a small bar in the opposite corner and looked at me. "Sure. Do you have any scotch? Single malt?" "Will McCallan's be OK?" "Absolutely! That's one of my favorites." She poured the drink and walked over to where I sat on the couch. Bending over she set it on the table and paused a moment, the low-cut dress showing plenty of cleavage. Plenty of cleavage! And I was staring right at those perfect orbs for a long, long moment before I realized she hadn't moved. Raising my eyes to her I saw that half smile once again. She then looked down, right at my crotch where my arousal was more than obvious. She then spent a long moment herself, eyes looking right at my growing erection, my slacks doing a poor job of hiding what was quickly becoming a major HARD ON. Finally she looked back up at me as she straightened up. "Either you really like scotch or you're very happy to see me!" I didn't know what to say so I said nothing as she walked back over to the screen where she had left the lingerie. "Just relax as I take a moment to change. I'll try on a few outfits and you can pick the one you like best." I sipped my scotch as she disappeared behind the screen and tried to will my hard on down... to no avail. I could hear the shuffle of clothes and imagined her naked behind that screen. Then I saw the black dress flip over the top and the red nightie slide off behind the screen. What was I doing here? I'm a happily married man. One who was about to celebrate his first anniversary! I should get up and leave right now. I took another sip of scotch, torn between my raging desire for this woman and what I knew was the right thing to do. It was probably all just a big tease anyway. She just wanted to make a sale. Before I could make a decision, it was made for me as she reappeared from behind the screen. WOW! Perfection. She walked slowly toward the center of the room draped in nearly see through red silk, the material flowing gracefully. Her breasts pushing forward against the silk made it obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. My eyes wandered down toward her hips and it was then that I realized just how short the nightie was. It barely went past her hips and her long luscious legs were bare to my gaze. She swirled around and I could see her white lace panties as she spun. "Do you like this one? It's simple but effective, don't you think?" "Oh yes," I replied. "I like it a lot!" My eyes were fixed on her as she walked around the table and stood right in front of me. I looked up with the world's biggest grin plastered on my face. "Feel the material." She bent over and took my hand and placed it on the edge of the nightie... the silk slipped through my fingers. "Do you think your wife will like it?" "I don't know but I sure like it!" "Let me help your imagination." And, as she spoke, she suddenly dropped into my lap. My hand automatically went to steady her back. "See - doesn't it feel good against your hand?" she asked. "Do you like the way it looks?" "I like the way it looks on you," I replied. She giggled and shifted in my lap rubbing her ass against my erection. Any pretense of hiding my arousal now a hopeless cause. Just as quickly as she had dropped into my lap she jumped off and hurried back to the changing screen. "OK. Let's show you another one." And with that, she disappeared behind the screen again leaving me to my scotch and my throbbing hard on. I shifted in my seat and took the opportunity to reach down and try and adjust my cock in my pants. It was no use though, I just got harder and then, there she was again. I quickly moved my hand away from my cock but not before she caught a good glimpse of me rubbing myself. "Oh you poor thing! That must be so uncomfortable. Why don't you take it out and relieve the pressure while I show you the rest of the outfits we picked out." Oh my god. There she was wearing a white lace strapless bustier with white garters, white see-through stockings and a white g-string. And she was inviting me to take my cock out!!! Well there was no going back now. I was too far gone. As she walked toward me I stood up and dropped my pants and briefs. Her eyes went wide as she saw my cock come into view. I sat back down, my cock sticking straight up; my eyes riveted on her. And her eyes were focused on my huge hard cock. Now it was her turn to be caught speechless. I'm no slouch in the size game. In fact, I've been blessed with quite a large endowment. "Wow," she breathed. "Now that is one impressive piece of meat you've got there!" I practically blushed. My eyes feasting on her body as it shimmied and swayed its way toward me. Without thinking my hand went to my throbbing cock and started to stroke it as I watched her get her rhythm back. She turned, twirled and posed for me as I continued to stroke my cock, pre-cum starting to flow from the tip. "Does this outfit turn you on? Do you like the way it looks?" she asked? "YOU turn me on," I replied. "And I love the way YOU look in that outfit!" Her eyes locked on mine and then slowly, deliberately she lowered her gaze till she was staring right at my cock. "I can see just how much you like it!" she said in a low sexy voice. Her gaze didn't waver off my cock as she slowly slid to her knees between my legs. I continued to slide my hand up and down the long thick length of my shaft, my cock growing even bigger, even harder as I watched this gorgeous woman kneel before me. Her face was but inches from my cock. I could feel her breath on my shaft cooling the pre-cum as it ran down the sides of my throbbing erection. "Such a big, beautiful cock," she breathed. "Your wife is one lucky woman to have that at her disposal!" I wasn't thinking about my wife right now. I was thinking about what a lucky guy I was at the moment. She lifted one hand and let the tip of her index finger gently trail its way from my balls up to the top of my cock, covering it in pre-cum in the process. She lifted her finger and held it in front of her, looking at it for a moment before turning her gaze back to me. Her sexy green eyes locked on mine just as she brought her finger to her mouth and ran the tip of it round her lips, covering them in a glistening of pre-cum. Her tongue darted out and she licked at her finger. Then, parting her lips, she sucked her finger into her mouth and cleaned every drop off. I watched in awe, my cock throbbing at the sight of this goddess savoring the taste of my pre-cum. "Oh. Yummy! I just love the taste of a man and you taste especially sweet!" Slowly she rose back to her feet. "There's one more outfit for you to see. I'll be right back." I sighed deeply, as she turned and walked back behind the screen. I drank some more scotch as I wondered just how much more of this teasing I could possibly take. After a few minutes she called out, "Ready or not, here I come!" Oh I was ready, all right. And I was the one about to cum at the sight of her stepping out from behind the screen dressed in high heels, sheer black stockings, black garters, crotchless black lace panties and a see-through black lace bra that was at least 2 sizes too small for her ample endowments! She stopped a few feet from me. "You like?" she asked as she pirouetted around in a circle. "Hell yeah, I like!" I replied as my hand flew up and down the length of my cock. Facing me once more she raised her hands to her tits and lifted them, squeezed them. She let one hand drop to her crotch and began to rub her pussy and in no time at all she was squirming and cumming as I watched her frig herself. She took the last few steps to where I sat, straddled my legs and squatted down so that her pussy was suspended just an inch above my cock. Her breasts... her TITS were at eye level. Unable to resist I reached out and grabbed them. Squeezing them together and then pulling at the bra so that it was pulled down below them. I wrapped my arms around her and buried my face between her breasts just as she began to lower herself on my cock. Slowly she slid down my shaft. Ever so slowly, letting a fraction of an inch at a time part her tight wet pussy. So tight! So hot. So wet. She started moaning and I realized she was cumming before even half my shaft had penetrated her. Still she continued to lower herself till finally every huge hard throbbing inch of my massive cock was buried to the hilt. I placed my hands on her hips and helped guide her back up my shaft and then pulled her down at the same time that I arched my hips and shoved every inch of my cock back in her pussy. Again and again and again. I fucked up into her as she slammed her body down, meeting my every thrust. I sucked on those big tits as we fucked. My cock throbbed and grew harder, bigger inside her velvety wet pussy. "Oh god YES, fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME," she squealed. "Fuck me with that huge monster cock of yours! Give it to me. Fuck me... oh god... I'm... cum... cumming... AHHHHHHHHH YESSSSSS!" I raised my hands to squeeze her tits as I buried my face between them and slammed my cock deep inside her as she came again and again. Rising off the couch I lifted her with me, turned her around and laid her over the table. Moving quickly behind her I RAMMED my cock into her pussy from behind giving her every inch in one MASSIVE THRUST. I pulled nearly all the way out and thrust back in. "FUCK!!! FUCK FUCK FUCK. Fuck me. Shove that big hunk of meat in my pussy and fuck me HARD!" And I did just that. I slammed my cock into her pussy over and over again and again. She came and she came... and she came. In fact she must have cum another dozen times as I took her from behind and filled her pussy with every throbbing inch of my cock. "Oh fuck. What a fuck. What a glorious magnificent FUCK," she whispered. I pounded my cock into her tight wet pussy a mile a minute and felt her pussy walls constrict around my cock as she came once more, her whole body shivering in delight. I felt my own orgasm approaching swiftly and said so. "I want you to cum on me. I want to taste your cum," she begged as she pulled herself away from my thrusting cock and turned around. She placed her hands on my chest and pushed me back on the couch. Turning she ran to the screen and came hurrying back with the other two outfits in her hands. She dropped to her knees between my legs and wrapped the red silk nightie around my cock and slid it up and down, my pre-cum soaking into the silky material. She looked up into my eyes. "Do you like that? Do you like the feel of silk around your cock? Do you have a large load of tasty cum for me?" "Yes... yes... I love it. Don't stop and you'll get yourself more cum than you bargained for!" I said in a low voice. She pulled the silk off my cock and leaned over the shaft. Parting her lips she took the head of my cock in her mouth and kept going. And going. And going. Inch after inch of my incredibly thick hard shaft disappeared into her hot sucking mouth. More than I could ever have imagined possible. Still she kept lowering her head, my shaft disappearing into her throat until she has swallowed ever last inch. "Wow. Wow. Oh wow," I muttered. "All of it. Every inch. In your throat!" She slowly slid her lips back off my cock and then quickly engulfed it again. I placed my hands at the back of her head and proceed to fuck her face. I thrust every inch of my cock down her willing throat again and again until I was ready to explode! "I'm CUMMING," I said loudly as my cock erupted. A huge jet of white hot cum shooting out the tip and deep into her throat. She quickly pulled her face off my cock as I continued to explode. "Cum on me. All over me. Cover me in your jizz!" she screamed. My cock shot jet after jet of cum which landed in huge gobs all over her face. Covering her in the sticky stuff. She raised her body and my cum shot out all over her tits and black lace bra. I always cum A LOT but I was setting a new record with the amount of jizz I was producing. Spurred on by this incredibly hot woman before me who was fingering her pussy and cumming yet again as I continued to paint her white with my jizz. She lowered herself to her knees again and engulfed my cock in her hot sucking mouth and drained the last of my cum deep into her throat. She continued to suck on it, determined to get every last drop. Finally she slid her lips off my cock with a plop. Leaning back she lifted the white bustier and white stockings off the ground and used them to wipe the cum off her heaving tits. All the while looking right in my eyes and smiling. Then she lifted the material to her mouth and started to lick my cum right off of it! "Oh lover. You taste so good!," she breathed. I just leaned back in the couch, astounded at this incredibly wanton, slutty display of cum lust! "Well," she said. "Have you decided which one you want?" "Actually," I said. "None of them are quite what I had in mind. Can you show me a few more?" It was then that she let her eyes drop from mine and slowly down to where she could see that I was stroking my still hard cock! "It would be MY pleasure," she squealed as she quickly hurried back out to the store to choose a few more outfits to model for me. I was grinning wide at the thought of this half-naked, cum covered woman about to run out into the main store and... I was looking forward to trying her on again! The Lingerie Store The sale at the lingerie store was the sale of a lifetime to Debbie as she went through rack after rack of slinky, sexy items. She gathered them into her arms and walked towards the changing rooms. A small line-up was forming there, even though the elite boutique was near closing. The line-up was mostly of women, but one man in particular stood there, his arms full of lacey, frilly women's undergarments, looking incredibly embarrassed. Debbie smiled comfortingly at the man. Then she watched, open mouthed, as his girlfriend came out of a nearby stall. The girl was gorgeous to a fault, but painted on her thick red lips was a sneer that never seemed to go away. She looked mean from the first minute Debbie noticed her. "George," the woman said in a thick accent. "This is not the color I asked you to get me. Now go and get the right one this time. Do not be so stupid as to think mauve will ever look good on this flesh!" With that, the other woman stormed back into the stall, leaving 'George' to wander around the store looking for the right color of garter belt. Debbie frowned. The poor guy looked utterly lost and alone, surrounded by mostly beautiful women and being picked on by someone he was obviously with only for her looks. For a moment, she thought she should stay right where she was and not lose her spot in line. But her good heart got the better of her. Debbie walked over to George and smiled amiably. "Hi," she said softly. He looked up at her with eyes that sparkled and shone with interest, and yet when he said hello back, his face blushed a cute crimson. "My name is Debbie. I come here a lot. Did you maybe want a hand with something? Your girlfriend seems rather irrational." At that, George frowned and looked towards the stalls. "She's not even my girlfriend. Guess I'm not even good enough for that," he muttered, but Debbie couldn't be sure of what he said. "Well she's looking for a belt thingy – " "Garter?" Debbie offered. "Yes! Yes a garter belt. One of those things that has the stockings attached?" Smiling, Debbie took George by one hand over to the right section. She showed him some lovely hues of purple, violet and lavender, avoiding the mauve belts altogether. "Perfect!" George cried, heading back to the line-up. Debbie sighed, watching him go and getting into the back of the line again. George wasn't a beautiful man. He was probably some sort of construction worker or labor worker, with big hands like he had, and that rough outdoorsy skin type. But he was well groomed and obviously very physically fit. Soon the line-up had dwindled down to just Debbie and George. She smiled at him when he looked at her, which was actually rather often. Then his girlfriend came out, catching Debbie looking at George. Ruthlessly, the girl put her long lacquered fingernails on either side of the man's face and smothered his lips with hers, her eyes never leaving Debbie's face. Now there's a lady with issues, Debbie thought, looking away. What a bitch. The store would be closing in about a half hour, and the best items left in the yearly blowout sale were all sold. Debbie looked around at the sparsely populated boutique and then tilted her head, studying George one more time. The changing stalls emptied, and all that were left were Debbie, George and his girlfriend. Debbie decided she would show that girl a thing or two about treating a man right. Walking slowly, Debbie chose a stall three doors away from George's girlfriend. She walked in and plopped her handful of garments down. Then, she walked back out, walking directly up to George until he towered over her five-foot-four petite frame. "Call that a kiss?" she whispered to him, putting a finger gently on his lips and rubbing tenderly. George didn't respond. He seemed completely flabbergasted, dumbstruck, as Debbie leaned forward slowly and put her mouth against his. As she kissed him, surprisingly George began to kiss her back, eyes closed, lost in the moment. Then he opened them, staring at his girlfriend's stall. "I can't – you shouldn't – please..." he begged quietly, his bright blue eyes pleading with Debbie. "You can..." she said, walking back to her stall and kicking off her heels. "You should," she said, leaving the stall door open and undoing the buttons on the front of her dress. Then she stopped, knowing George's eyes were locked on the round swell of her large breasts, showing through the opening of her dress. "Please," Debbie whispered to George, beckoning him with one finger. The man seemed in a turmoil. His eyes roved from Debbie's door to his girlfriend's. The girlfriend was now chatting rudely about the staff and about 'other customers' who should keep their eyes to themselves. Too late, Debbie said to herself, watching George and licking her lips lasciviously. The man finally gave in, dumping his armful of intimate apparel onto the floor in front of his girlfriend's stall, and walking over to Debbie's stall quickly. He moved into the small cubicle, closing the long floor-length door and looking nervously at Debbie. "I've never done – " But she put a finger on his lips, whispering to him. "Neither have I," she said softly, putting her arms around his waist. "But there's a first time for everything, and you never know until you try." George gulped as Debbie began to pull his jeans apart, undoing the button, unzipping the zipper, and sliding them down to his thighs. He almost squealed as she reached into his boxers and pulled his cock out. He was big. Really big! Debbie tried not to say anything about it, not wanting to look like she was going to be the one chickening out. It was too late now to stop, anyway, she figured. Debbie dropped to her knees in front of George, and he instinctively put his large hands into her waving brown hair. Carefully, she put his cock into her mouth, stretching her lips wide around the bulbous head. Already a drop of oozing precum was meeting the back of her mouth, and she could taste his excitement. George moaned, seemingly unable to tear his eyes away from Debbie's mouth on his shaft as she pushed him closer in between her cheeks. She suddenly got the feeling that the gorgeous girl a few doors down didn't bother to treat her man right at all. It made Debbie want to work harder. Quickly she began to bob her head, up and down, up and down. Soon George's shaft was slick with her spit, and her lips were running up and down the veined member easily. Again George moaned, but still he didn't cum. Debbie reached into his jeans and tugged at his sack, pulling his balls free of the lowered waistband of his boxers. She rolled them around in her palm, looking up to see George's face flushed with his desire. He was really experiencing this like it was the first time. And Debbie liked the idea that it just might be. But then he pulled away from her, withdrawing his cock as he pulled her face back by her hair gently. "Please," he whispered. "I want to feel you, I want to be inside you." The earnest desire in the man's voice almost made Debbie's heart wrench. He was so honest and sweet, how could she say no? Debbie stood up slowly, removing the rest of her dress, undoing it button by button, then undoing her brassiere and underwear clasp by clasp. Now George could see that Debbie really did come to this store often. She wore only the best lingerie beneath her loose casual dress. And her curves were even more perfect when she stood before him naked except for her garter belt and pale grey stockings. George gulped, his hands lifting to press over Debbie's breasts. He seemed unsure of touching her, as if she weren't real and this was all just some Playboy fantasy letter. Debbie put her smaller hands over his larger, rougher ones, pressing his palms against her nipples. She smiled encouragingly into the man's worn face and he looked at her, almost dizzy. For a moment, he just held her round breasts in his hands, squeezing them as if checking fruit for ripeness. Then he finally seemed to come to life again. George put a hand on each of Debbie's hips and turned her around so she was facing away from him, facing the back wall of the stall. She put her hands on the meager bench there, bending over. Again, George seemed to freeze as he looked at Debbie's lovely bottom. He ran his hands over the curves of her behind, a finger slipping erotically between the cheeks. And boldly, surprisingly, Debbie felt him teasing her anus with one rough thumbnail. Then he was holding himself to her, pressing his cock against her folds. Debbie could feel now how wet she was, how swollen her labia were. She peered at George over her shoulder hopefully, and he gazed back at her. His eyes were full of no hesitation now, only pure lust and fire. Thrusting, the man entered her. And Debbie had to put her hands on the wall in front of her to keep from banging her head. George likes it rough, she moaned to herself. Just like I like it. The man began to fuck her puss, gripping her hips tightly in his big hands, pulling her back and pushing her forward by her slender waist. He groaned, and Debbie knew he was looking down at his shaft, where it was entering and stretching her tightness. She could feel him dragging on her insides, pulling in and out of her. Soon he began to move faster. Then he was leaning over her, his own hands over hers on the wall. Molded together, he continued to fuck her. Debbie could feel his hot breath against her ear, and feel the weight of his large and muscular body over her back and backside. He was thrusting into her like a mad man, and together both of them groaned and moaned. She couldn't help herself, even if it hadn't been her plan. Debbie climaxed, orgasming around George's cock. And as her sex clenched tightly around George's cock, he gasped and nipped at her neck with his teeth. Panting, Debbie didn't move but spoke softly to George. "Keep going," she said. "I want you to cum, too." The man nuzzled Debbie's ear, his cock still buried in her trembling cunt. "I – could I – maybe..." Debbie knew what he was going to ask. And if he had been a boyfriend, she probably would have said no, or would have needed a really expensive dinner before agreeing. But here was a really sweet guy being treated like trash by some girl who thought that because she was so beautiful, a man should be glad just to be seen with her. Debbie looked at George over her shoulder. "Yes," she said. "You can fuck my ass." George groaned in relief, standing up again and withdrawing from Debbie's tightness. He was slick with her now as he dragged the mushroom head of his cock up from her puss towards her private pucker. Debbie could feel his gentleness as he teased her, getting her thoroughly wet with her own juices before he even tried to enter her. "It's okay," she said encouragingly. "You won't hurt me." Still cautious, George began to push his cock head into Debbie's tight ass, forcing the hard flesh past the circular ring of muscle in her rectum. She moaned, shivering as he began to intrude within her. Looking down and seeing the head of his cock go inside her there. For the first time, feeling that ring of muscles resisting then stretching. The very idea of what George must be feeling made Debbie shiver again. Soon he had buried himself within her. He had pushed himself all the way in, buried himself to the hilt. And now, he had to pull out. With careful hands holding Debbie's hips very still, George began to withdraw his cock, watching as it slid out inch by inch. He moaned. He groaned. He sighed with watching himself coming out of her ass. Then he thrust himself back in again. And soon, he was sawing in and out of her like an expert. Debbie gave off little gasps and moans of pleasure, loving how a good anal episode could make her feel like she had been filled with liquid fire. And George continued to move in and out of her, not stopping. Finally his cock began to grow larger, thicker, throbbing in its shape. He was going to cum soon, Debbie knew. And the idea of it pleased her so much. The man cried out dangerously loud and released his hot seed into Debbie's ass. And she had to bite her lip to prevent her own cries of delight at the delicious pain that filled her bottom. George stayed still until he had finished cumming, then he gently withdrew. He looked around sheepishly for something to clean himself with, and Debbie, turning and seeing his face, handed him her underwear. She didn't have to wear them, could really just toss them in the trash when she left the store. Besides, she still intended to buy everything she had with her in the stall. Trying things on was just something that made shopping more fun. George had been better than that, though. She smiled at him, and he smiled back. The look of honest confusion as to what to do now was so evident in George's eyes, Debbie had to stand on tiptoe and kiss the man. Then she shrugged slightly as she opened the door for him so she could get dressed. When she was done, she walked to the counter and laid everything she intended to buy on it. She looked over her shoulder as the cashier was ringing up the long sale. George was standing over by the stalls, his girlfriend still rudely chattering away, completely ignorant that her boyfriend had just been fucked and sucked three doors down. The look on the poor guy's face was one of longing and resignation. Debbie chewed her lip, and then thought, what the hell, why not. She walked over to George and took up the clothing he had picked up off the floor, the things his girlfriend had yet to try on. And Debbie heaved them over the top of the stall. The girl inside squealed, and then began to cuss George openly. Debbie took George by the hand and led him to the counter. "Is that everything?" the cashier said, smiling curiously at George on Debbie's hand. Debbie smiled at George, smiled at the cashier and pulled on George's hand. "Yes, just what you see here." The Lingerie Store Listen to what happens when I went shopping for some lacy, silky things. * * * * * Click Here to listen. (3 min/mp3) * * * * * The Lingerie Store After you said goodnight politely to yet another disappointing date, on your way to your car, you noticed a new store at the Palladio. You went inside the store, you noticed that the store sells very high quality Lingerie with extremely reasonable price, but you never seen the brand name before. Curiously, you asked the sales lady where she got her product. She told you she designed all the products herself and was selling her products on the internet from her house for the past 2 years. She said she opened the store 6 months ago, the business has been slow and now she just found out her husband has cancer and she is thinking about selling her business. Being a good business man, you saw a good opportunity. You offered to buy her business for $20,000 if she agrees to sign a non-competition agreement and agrees to work for you as a designer and manager. The store owner counter offered for $50,000, but you agreed on $40,000. You agreed to meet the next day at her store to execute a legal contract. After checking out the store owners identity and stories, you came to the store with a legal contract and a $40,000 check the next date. The owner was over joyed, she sign the agreement, took the check and said she needs to check on her husband and asked if you would watch the store for a little while. Before you answered, she grabbed her purse and run out of the store. Being alone in the store surrounded by the pretty little fabrics, your imagination went wild. Then you noticed, an attractive woman – we'll call her June Flower, peering through the window. June Flower was a good girl and she was pretty, and educated, but she met this loser guy, and now, with two kids, and the looser refuses to work and yells at her all the time, she feels trapped and lonely. June Flower has never been to a Lingerie store before. Frankly, being the sole provider, she cannot afford the price, even if it is on sale. Besides, she does not want to provoke the looser with her pretty outfit. She is unsure what the looser would do to her seeing her wearing the pretty little outfit. He might accuse her of cheating on him and get mad and throw things at her, or he might get excited and force sex on her. Regardless the reality, whenever she gets a chance, June Flower likes to peer through the windows, mentally trying on various items, and imagine being admired by men. You opened the door and invited June Flower to come inside. She was surprised to see a male sales clerk in a lingerie shop, and she felt a little awkward. June Flower was about to say no, then she spotted an array of cute little thongs spread neatly across a table, with a sign "$5 each". June Flower walked in to the store and said "Um, well, I was expecting a woman to sales clerk in a shop like this. You responded, "Ah, I know what you mean. I'm the new owner. I just brought the store and am looking for a new sale clerk right now. So I'm it for today. But I assure you, Ma'am, I know all the merchandise in this store, and I'm sure I can help you out in numerous ways." You then gave the slightest of smiles, and stepped back and uttered, "I'll return to the back desk, but please let me know if you have any questions". June Flower began to examine the incredibly tiny little pieces of fabric that were going "on sale" for 5 bucks each. As she picked each one up, she was amazed how tiny they were.....the little panels in front couldn't be more than a few inches across, and she wasn't sure if she could ever get used to the back of the thong riding up her butt.... You returned and interrupted her. "Those are a steal at $5". "Care to try them on"? June Flower responded 'Try them on? They're so tiny......What's to try on?" "Oh, you'd be surprised" you said. "Fit is EVERYTHING. You'd be surprised how many women buy the wrong fitting thong. It can ruin everything! But if you find one that fits right, it's like lightening in a bottle" June Flower blushed. "Well, I suppose I can try them on. Where's your fitting room?" "Follow me", you answered, "and I'll help you out". June Flower said "Well, I don't think I'll need any help....." "Oh, but you will. Did you know there are 9 different factors to take into consideration when fitting a thong properly?" Dale continued "I took two seminars on proper thong fitting in New York last year. It's more complex than you think. But I'm a Master Thong Fitter, certified by the American Thong Manufacturers Association. My certificate is on the wall over there" he said, pointing to the back wall. June Flower had reservations, since she never wore thong before, it made perfect sense that "fit" would be important in these matters, so she said "Well, OK, I could use all the help I can get". You then took the 3 pairs that June Flower had picked out, grabbed her hand, and then escorted June Flower into the back fitting room. When you got into the room, you told June Flower to take off her clothes, put on the first pair, and then call him into the room for the fit analysis. She closed the door, thought to herself "this is pretty strange...." and then began to disrobe. She then placed her legs, one at a time, into a tiny little red thong and called out "OK, now what???" You then knocked on the door, opened it up, and looked at June Flower's image in the mirror. "Hum....." you mumbled....."very interesting". You then began to bark out some instructions. "Stand squarely, with your arms at your side." You then approached June Flower from behind, placed his hands on her hips, and began to discuss the thong's fit in a very professorial way. You placed your hands on her hips, and then began to point out all of the features of the thong. With each feature (the string sides, the tiny little string that rode up her ass, and the tiny little panel in front, you would discuss the fabric, the weave, and the construction process. And each time you moved to a different part of the garment, your hands would glide across the fabric. You cupped the cheeks of her ass....you glided your fingers up and down, between her ass cheeks. You grazed your hand across the front.....and she felt electricity. "Turn around and face me, honey. Now spread your legs honey", you instructed. "Let's see how it fits down here." June Flower complied. Then you got down on your knees directly in front of her. "Let me check the fit,...." You then glided your fingers across June Flower's crotch, back and forth. Then you pinched slightly against the outside little panel between her legs. June Flower began to squirm. You just mumbled "Uh-huh.....very interesting"...... Then you inserted a finger BETWEEN the fabric and her pussy. June Flower asked 'Is this part of the fitting? "Oh, yes, it's critical that I measure the elasticity of the material against your body." So you proceeded to manipulate your fingers on her delicate tissues.....tissues that were becoming moist with excitement. And June Flower felt herself squirming. She began to rock her hips back and forth, from side to side, as you began to put more and more pressure on her pussy. Then you gently moved the fabric to the side, and brought your face within inches of June Flower's pussy. June Flower just looked up. As she did so, she felt something very warm and wet. What was it.....it was very.....pleasant...... June Flower began to squirm more violently as you began to lick her little pussy. She jutted her hips forward, almost as if trying to impale herself on your tongue. And, indeed, it happened. She felt him insert his tongue directly into her love canal. June Flower cupped her hands around the back of your head "Don't.....stop.....checking.....the fit......" she whimpered. You then cupped her little clit between your lips, and then plunged two fingers deep into her pussy. You withdrew your fingers, and then plunged them in again, this time deeper. As you were finger banging June Flower you was rapidly licking her pussy and teasing her clit. June Flower rocked violently back and forth, grabbed your head, and felt that unmistakable combination of pressure and lust. "Oh, god......please don't stop........I'm cummmmmmmmming." It was violent. And June Flower couldn't move for several minutes. Then she hurriedly put on her clothing and run out the store. The Lingerie Store He joins you on a trip to a sexy lingerie store. * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (15 min/mp3) * * * * *