0 comments/ 35691 views/ 3 favorites Lingerie Shopping By: suzzee_qq Sue walked into the store casually. She knew today would be the day to purchase that special item. She glanced around at all the articles lining the walls until her gaze finally settled on the back wall. There it was. The salesperson walked over and Sue was startled. Most of the time, at least in this kind of boutique, the hired help was female. Yet standing next to her was one of the hottest males she had seen in quite some time. She could say that in good conscience because that's what she did. She was a photographer for one of the country's largest female designed for female magazines. She had a great eye for the male form and was always on the lookout for new clients. The man next to her could be the new cover page that she was looking for. She turned and smiled, only to realize the height of the specimen before her. He was clearly six feet and well proportioned. She glanced up and noticed his dark eyes. I wonder what they would look like gazed over in passion? Stop it, she reprimanded herself. Just because you're not getting any doesn't mean that you have to look for sex everywhere. The clerk smiled at her and introduced himself. "Good afternoon. My name is Derek and I would love the privilege to assist you in any way that I can." Sue smiled. If he knew what she was thinking then he might have to be more careful of his words. So here she was in the lingerie boutique, standing next to a man that awakened her senses, wondering just how much assistance he could give. "My name is Sue and I'm looking for nothing in particular. Just something to wear that makes me feel.......sexy." "I see. Let me recommend a couple things to you and then we'll get you situated in one of our fitting rooms. I'm assuming that you are a size 5 and a 36...b?" "That's amazing. I've never had anyone hit it that close before. You must fit a lot of women." "My fair share. It must admit that it is a job that I rather enjoy. Where else do you get to see beautiful women everyday?" Sue smiled at that. He would make a fine addition to her portfolio. She was beginning to notice the way that his body moved. "Shall we begin? She inquired. Derek nodded. He motioned her to one of the large fitting areas. Sue made herself comfortable on the lounge and waited for him to show her some of the articles that lined the walls. He disappeared for a moment, returning with a pastel pink teddy and matching thong. It was made of satin and soft to the touch. "This would accent your skin tone. It's also one of our better sellers." Sue shook her head. She wasn't in the market for a teddy today. She needed some bras and matching panties. Especially since the weather was warming up. The ones she owned were fine for the cooler weather but not to wear under summery things. She mentioned this to Derek and he nodded. The selection that he brought back caught her breath. There were pastel shades and numerous fabrics. She picked out a few to try on and Derek left again. Sue fingered the fabrics as her mind wandered. Of all the times to be horny. She'd been abstinent for some time and it was a feeling that was hard to ignore. It's not that she hadn't tried. She just hadn't found anyone that excited her on that particular level. She hadn't found anyone that really wanted her either. She took this time to try on one of the bra sets. It was white, lacy and fit very well. The bra cupped her breasts with just enough cleavage to be naughty. The whiteness enhanced the tan that she had spent so much time obtaining. At least that was an upside to her job. She got to travel extensively. Oh. The men she had seen. Derek's return brought her out of her daydream. His arms were laden down with garments and accessories. Her eyes drifted to the pile and she smiled. He seemed to know her so well for there were articles that could only be considered slutty and those that she would call conservative. Sue watched as his eyes roamed over her nearly naked body. She could sense the approval in his eyes. He bent and placed the clothing on the settee next to her and smiled. "Is there anything else that I can help you with?" he asked suggestively as he took one step closer to her. She turned around and said, "I can always use a male opinion." Derek smiled and sat down, making himself comfortable on the couch. "Show me what you like," he said, leaning back. Sue stepped over to the pile and pulled out a few items. First there was a black garter and matching hose followed by a black thong. She tugged on the thong she was wearing and bent to remove it from her ankles. She slipped on the new thong, followed by the garter. She slid the hose up her leg, watching as Derek watched her. She couldn't believe this. Here she was, trying on lingerie and more than likely going to get lucky. She pulled the hose into place and attached them to the garter. She rummaged through the stack of lingerie again and found a black corset. She loosened the ties and reached around to undo her bra. As it fell free she could hear the air escape from Derek's lip. The intake of breath told her that he found her attractive. Sue moved closer to him and bent forward. "Would you mind doing me up, please?" She turned around and felt Derek's fingertips touch her skin. He carefully tied the ribbons and stepped back. She turned and he nodded her approval. She preferred black. It made her feel sexy and powerful. Out of all her outfits she loved the feeling that black gave her. She turned around and Derek reached out for her hand. He spun her, watching as her body turned before him. "It suits you." He reached out to touch her face. His fingertips stopped at her lips, tracing them. Her tongue snaked out and pulled one of his fingers into he mouth. His intake of breath turned her on. She slowly began to lose all reason in her quest to get laid. Sue sucked on his finger for a moment. He gazed into her eyes as his arms slid around her, pulling her close enough to feel the hardness in his groin. She breathed in sharply. There would be no stopping her this time. She needed to get fucked as badly as he wanted to give it to her. Sue pulled his head down to her lips and she thrust her tongue into his mouth. He tasted as good as he smelled. As desire coursed through her veins she felt him undo the ribbons on her corset. He breasts sprung free and he bent his head to them eagerly. He grasped one breast gently and nibbled on her. Sue leaned into his touch and offered herself to him. Derek's fingers traveled over her body. She grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head. His strong body presented itself to her and she traced the contours of his chest. She drew her hands along his spine, down to gently grasp his hips. She pulled them together as his thumb teased her nipple. She gasped and whispered to him, "Should we be really be doing this here?" He looked at her with desire in his eyes. "Do you really want to stop?" Sue shook her head. "No. I need this. Please don't stop." His lips captured hers again, lingering as they tasted her. She met him thrust for thrust and together they fell to the couch. She rolled so that she was on top. Derek reached for her and she pushed his hands away. He relented and moved his hands above his head. She undid his pants and helped him get out of them. She could tell that he needed this as much as she did. She explored his hard strong body with her fingers and her tongue. Each intake of breath only made her want more. She stood and removed her panties. She pulled him so that he was lying flat on his back. She crawled up next to him and turned so that she could mount his face. He touched her hips as she moved into position above him. She felt his tongue taste her as she took him into her mouth. She moaned, both from eating him and being eaten. She didn't know how long she could hold out before she needed to feel him buried deep inside her. She sucked him into her mouth and swirled her tongue around the tip. She felt him touch her pussy with his finger. Sue moaned as she felt him enter her. Derek's finger thrust in and out as she sucked. Their breathing was ragged and hoarse. She knew that she needed the release that only he could give her. Her body craved it and her voice begged for it. Derek looked at her and withdrew his fingers. "I want you on your knees." Her tiny squeal told him that he had guessed correctly. She quickly disengaged herself and turned over so that he was behind her. Sue felt his cock brush against her ass and down towards her pussy. He teased her briefly and then thrust deeply into her waiting pussy. She groaned loudly. Derek thrust deeply and quickly. Sue felt herself pushing back towards him, taking him as deeply as she could. Each thrust caused the passion to build. She knew that it wouldn't be long before she came. He reached around her and tweaked her clit. She arched her back as the orgasm flooded through her. Her pussy clamped down on Derek's cock and he grabbed her hips. His voice came to her through the haze of her orgasm. "I need to come. Bad. Baby, please?" She reached behind her and pulled him close. Her pussy continued to contract as he filled her with his seed. He spent himself and leaned over her to whisper in her ear. "You do know that you are a she devil don't you?" "Of course dear. I hope that the tip was sufficient." Lingerie Shopping I love women in sexy lingerie, but my wife doesn't have any use for it. As far as she's concerned underwear should serve the purpose of keeping things covered or keeping them from flopping about wildly. So, despite the fact that she's 26 years old and absolutely gorgeous my wife's panty drawer looks like it belongs to a much older woman, nothing but plain white cotton panties, and industrial strength bras to keep her amble breasts from swinging free. I finally convinced her that wearing lingerie before having sex is an important part of the love making process. I'm a very visual man, I find women in lingerie much more stimulating than completely naked women. She agreed to wear some lingerie for me, but she didn't know what I liked and as she had no taste for the stuff to begin with she said that I'd have to pick it out. I didn't think that would be too much of a problem, I knew what I liked, and I knew what I thought would look good on her so I wrote down the vital dimensions to make sure I got the right sizes, and headed off to shop. I figured we wouldn't need anything too advanced like vinyl or crotchless or that kind of thing, so the first place I went was Victoria's Secrets. If you're a 27 year old guy and have never been in that place by yourself, try it for like five minutes and see how many people stare at you. Anyway, I was in the store looking over the racks trying to decide what would look good on my wife. She has creamy white skin so white would have worked well, but she's a redhead so I was looking more in the area of red. Who knew they had so many different shades of red? Anyway, after about an hour of looking at everything in the store that was even remotely red, one of the salesgirls approached me. "Excuse me sir, can I help you with anything?" Ginger asked. She startled me so much it felt like she'd caught me robbing the place. I turned and looked at her, she was tall, had creamy white skin, and vibrant red hair, she was very similar to my wife in build, but she couldn't have been more than 21. "Um, yes, my wife said she'd wear some lingerie for me if I picked it out, but I have no idea what to get." I said. "Well, why don't you describe your wife to me and I'll see if I can help you." Ginger said. "Okay, well, she's a red head like you are, almost the same shade in fact, and her skin is as creamy white as yours." I said. "Okay fair complexioned redhead, I'd say you've been looking in the right color range, red works very well on girls like me. Is your wife tall or short?" Ginger asked. "Tall, she's six foot two, with long gorgeous legs." I said. "Nice legs, okay, we may want to consider something with stockings. What's your wife's build?" Ginger asked. "Well, truthfully, I think you and her could wear each other's clothes, you're built about the same." I said. "Okay, does your wife shave, trim, or let it grow?" Ginger asked. "What are you talking about...Oh, down there, she trims." I said. "Okay so that rules out the micro-panties. Is she a thong, G-string, or bikini cut wearer?" Ginger asked holding up examples of each. "Well, if she wore anything that small it would be a bikini cut." I said. "Okay, are you looking to go for a bra and panty combination, or a teddy, or a babydoll, or do you have any idea?" Ginger asked. "I don't have a clue, what do they all look like?" I asked. "Well, so we don't disturb the other customers, let's go in the back where I can show you examples." Ginger said. I followed Ginger into the back, back behind the changing rooms into the store room. "Okay, you wait right there, I'll be right back with an example of a bra and panty set." Ginger said. I sat on a couch that I assumed was for breaks. A few minutes passed and then Ginger returned and my eyes bugged out. Her skirt and blouse were nowhere in sight, what was in sight were a red bikini cut panty, a lacy bra, a red garter belt, and a pair of red fishnet stockings. "Now the bra and panties are a matched set, but the garter belt is slightly different, and the stockings are just standard red fishnets. As you can see, the bra and panties have a nice pattern to them. What do you think?" Ginger asked. "This isn't quite what I expected." I said. "Okay, I'll be right back in the babydoll." Ginger said. I tried to protest, I felt my lips move, but no words came out. Ginger was out of sight for a few minutes then came back in a red babydoll with the thong panties, a different garter belt, and a pair of stockings with a rose pattern all up and down her legs. "The stockings might be a little bit much, but the thong panties are more revealing as you can see, and the babydoll is very playful." Ginger said. "Very nice, but..." I started. "But still not what you're looking for. Okay, let's try the teddy." Ginger said. Ginger was gone for a few minutes then came back in a red teddy with G-string panties, and lacy stockings. The panties were strained tightly across her pussy, and tiny red hairs were visible around the edges, the teddy had sheer areas in the area of the breasts that showed her nipples. "As you can see this is the top of the line. The G-string shows off every bit of the ass(She turned), the sheer area that I just realized is there shows off the nipples, and the stockings attach to the teddy so they can stay up when the panties come down. So, do you see anything you like?" Ginger asked. Again my lips moved but now words came. Somehow my hand had moved to my lap and was rubbing my rock hard cock. Ginger saw what I was doing and smiled. "I think you like this last one, but I don't want you to buy anything unless you're totally satisfied, it just so happens that this is the demonstrator model so let's take it for a test drive." Ginger said. She walked over to me, reached her hands down into my lap and began opening my pants. I should have pushed her away and left, but I just couldn't, I was absolutely silent and motionless as she pulled my cock out of my pants, then she stepped up onto the couch straddling my hips, and finally she hooked the G-string to the side and lowered her pussy down onto my cock. She rode me hard and fast, and she kept a hand over my mouth the whole time as on the other side of the thin wall there was a mall full of people that would hear if we made too much noise. It took her about five minutes to make me cum and she waited until every last drop of it had been squirted inside her, then she lifted herself off of me, walked back to where she had changed, put her clothes back on, and came back to where I was still sitting shocked by what had just happened. "What do you say you put that cock away and we go out front and ring this up." Ginger said with a smile. I composed myself the best that I could, and we walked out to the front of the store, she helped me find the teddy, G-string, and stockings in my wife's sizes and then she rang me up. I went home, gave the bag to my wife and she went into the bedroom to put it on. When she came back out she looked amazing. "So this kind of stuff does it for you huh?" My wife asked. "You have no idea." I said, and I kissed her and we made love. Lingerie Shopping The feelings that flood my senses when my nipples are touched, sucked, pinched, pulled, or bitten, are enough to set off an orgasm unlike any other I am able to explain. I never tire of my partner playing with them, attaching nipple clamps, suction devices or even clothes pins. If he isn't around, I continue where he left off. My nipples beg me for attention and at times beg me even for pain. I am able to wrap my nipples with soft yarn, making them stick out half an inch. Doing this makes them hurt and ache, but I also feel so sexy and sensual, my clothing unable to hide something so large and protruding. Now, for some unknown reason, my breasts have begun producing milk. I'm not on any medication that would cause this, nor am I pregnant. Perhaps it is due to the constant stimulation I give my nipples, similar to a mother feeding her infant. Wanting easy access to my nipples and excited by the thought of offering my breasts for suckling, I think how convenient it would be to wear a nursing bra. On a whim, I decide to go out to the shops to look for something sexy that suits my taste. I go straight to a chic lingerie shop, expensive, but carrying styles that say more about a woman than words. There is one clerk working, a man in his late 20's, very smartly dressed in a suit, very professional. I stifle a gasp as I drink in his good looks and sensual demeanour. He asks how he can help me and I tell him I would like to look at the selection of nursing bras. With a slight smile and a subtle glance at my breasts, he leads me to the section I want and invites me to look around for what I might like. I thank him and turn to look at the selection. Instinctively I feel his presence near me, his gaze penetrating me. A smile, hidden from him, crosses my face and I realize the instant attraction I had to him is mutual. After picking out several tasteful but alluring bras in what I think are my size, I ask to use the changing room to try them on. He leads me to a private area in the rear of the store with several well-furnished rooms. He holds the door for me to enter one, and I thank him and turn to pull the door shut. My slight hesitation gives him the opportunity to slip through the door with me. I give him a questioning look and can't hold back a little laugh, asking if it's customary for employees to give such personal attention to all of the clients. Raising his eyebrows and flashing a seductive smile, he produces a tape measure and asks if I am sure of the size. A familiar tingling sensation in my nipples that leads to a yearning ache between my legs forces me to lie. No, I tell him. I'm not sure at all. He asks if he could be allowed to measure me, saving both time and trouble. My heart skips a beat, thinking of his hands lightly brushing my skin, his piercing brown eyes falling on my full breasts. I'm quite sure he has seen the lust in my eyes, something that has always been difficult for me to hide. My answer slips through my lips in a husky whisper, "Yes, I think you should take my measurements." Nodding, he asks me politely to remove my shirt, which I do, slowly undoing the buttons as he watches. Taking my blouse, touching my hand not entirely by accident, he hangs it up carefully. "It will be necessary to remove your bra as well", he says softly. I feel myself blush. His strong hands reach for my shoulders, turning me gently away from him. He adeptly unhooks the back, his hands returning to my shoulders to slide the straps down my arms, letting the bra fall away from my breasts, then taking it and placing it on a small table. My hands move to my breasts, cupping them as I return to face him. Taking my hands in his, he guides them until my arms are perpendicular to my body. Expertly, his arms reach around me for the end of the tape measure, pulling it to meet under my full breasts at my breastbone. As he does so, I catch a hint of his cologne, my nose and cheek dangerously close to him, the smooth material of his jacket rubbing against my bare nipples. Looking directly into my eyes, he says, "38" and moves the tape measure up to cross over my nipples to meet once again in the centre of my chest. My already hard nipples tighten and the skin around them puckers as the tape measure falls away from them. Drops of milk begin to emerge, travelling along the undersides of my breasts. As my fingers wipe away the drops, he surprises me by producing his own soft handkerchief, dabbing at my leaking breasts. His free hand pulls my fingers to his mouth to lick away the sweet drops and suck my fingers. My desire to be satisfied sexually overflows and I ask him, almost beg him, to please suck on my breasts. The boyish grin combined with the desire in his eyes say more to me than words. "I would be honoured to suckle your beautiful breasts", he whispers, waving a hand toward the couch, inviting me to sit. I sit on one end, watching him as he removes his suit jacket and hangs it carefully on a hanger. He comes to the couch and lies down with his head in the crook of my arm, his hand gently stroking the top of one breast, looking at my large, leaking nipple. His tongue passes through his lips to lick off a drop of the sweet liquid. His mouth opens wide to take in a large amount of my breast, my nipple halfway back on his tongue. The suction is immediate and makes me gasp. His eyes move to my face, but seeing my eyes close and a look of contentment, he continues to suck. I feel my milk gushing into his mouth, his hand gently squeezing the top of my breast, my nipple being pressed against his rough, hot tongue. My hand goes to his head to stroke his hair as he sucks, waves of intense pleasure washing over me, moistness gathering between my legs. I relax with him on the couch as he finishes the milk in the first breast. When he lets the nipple free from his mouth I am aroused by its beautiful long shape and darker colour. He admires my nipple as well and moves to my other breast, sucking hungrily. My hand goes back to his head to stroke his hair as he starts to suck, the same gushing of milk in his mouth, the same strong sucking. My head leans back on the couch and I close my eyes and relax. The man's body stirring in my arms brings me back to reality from my blissful trance. My eyes travel along his body and I notice the bulge in his trousers. Sighing at his sign of arousal, I move my hand from his hair and reach to stroke the bulge that is so urgently beckoning my hand. Gently moving my fingers over him I hear and feel him let out a soft groan. The sucking suddenly is harder and faster, causing me to gasp, my hand pressing harder on his bulge, gripping it with my fingers. I stroke gently while he finishes my milk. The suction breaks and my nipple falls from his mouth. My breasts are now an exquisite sight, being admired by both of us, grins on our faces. He smiles at me in a suggestive manner as he gets up from his position in my arms. Leaning over, one hand on the back of the couch, the other caressing my breast, he whispers breathily into my ear, "Sucking is such a comforting activity, my darling. It's your turn for sucking now." The words whispered into my ear send a pang of excitement rushing between my legs. As he pushes himself to a standing position, I wink and whisper back, "You have no idea how happy I would be to do that for you." Standing in front of me, his handsome bulge is at eye level. I scoot my bottom to the edge of the couch and reach to open his trousers, looking up into his eyes, my expression promising something remarkable is in store. He smiles down at me, one hand brushing my hair from my face, back over my shoulder. I open his trousers and they fall to the floor, crumpled around his ankles. His black cotton boxers are tight around his athletic body, his bulge straining the material. I trace the outline of his hardness with my forefinger, able to make out the curves and ridges through the soft cotton. My fingers tremble as I slip them into the waistband, gently pulling down, tingling with the anticipation of his manhood appearing only inches from my eyes. As the beauty of his hard body hits my senses, I gasp in delight, savouring the sight of his handsome twitching cock, his scent...musky, but fresh and intoxicating, a long sigh slipping from his lips. My hands reach around to feel his muscular buttocks, perfectly shaped and hard as granite, while my lips pass over the front of his hips with little butterfly kisses, causing a quiver to pass through his body. My hands move from his lovely rear, my long painted fingernails grazing his tender skin, tracing lines of excitement back around to the front of his legs, ending up on his inner thighs, urging his legs to part for me as my nails run down his tender skin. His hands reach out to steady himself, resting on my head, his fingers tangling themselves in my soft red hair, making our connection even more intimate. I move my head between his slightly open legs, kissing the tender skin of his inner thighs, my soft hair brushing against him, nuzzling his balls and inhaling deeply to take in his fragrance. Hands wandering back to his tight ass, my wet tongue slips out to taste the skin between his hole and his balls. The grip on my hair tightens and I can't help but smile slightly. I lick there several times, give a gentle suck and move my mouth to breathe heavily on his balls, my hands kneading his ass all the while. My tongue travelling over his soft sack, shaved clean and smooth, I open wide to engulf it in my warm, wet mouth, causing him to groan and shudder. Sucking gently, I roll his balls around in my mouth, playing with them, teasing them. After a minute or two, I carefully let him slip from my mouth and move my tongue to the base of his quivering cock. Not having touched him yet, his body tenses with anticipation. I tip my head to look up at his smiling face, his eyes clouded over with lust and desire. He whispers huskily, "You are such a tease". I wink and whisper back, "You have no idea". A strong feeling of satisfaction washes over me as I move the tip of my wet tongue up the back of his shaft, leaving a light trail of saliva. I blow gently, my hot breath causing a conflict of feelings on his tender skin, a cool line surrounded by heat. His fingers tighten once again in my hair, his hips push toward me, he moans, a shudder passing through his tense body. For the first time I take his cock in my soft hand, pulling his swollen tip down to my mouth, the end of my tongue tracing the ridge, flicking the special spot on the back, making him jerk and gasp. My eyes take in the glistening drops of precum forming in his little slit, overflowing and starting to roll down his slick skin. My tongue is eager to take his clear, silky drops, dipping carefully into his slit to pull out the last of the precious treat. Hungry to taste the twitching hardness so close to me, I engulf his mushrooming head in my hot, wet mouth, my lips coming to rest on his shaft just below the ridge, my tongue moving back and forth, sucking gently but firmly. The sudden rush of feeling elicits a loud groan, causing me to send vibrations into his cock with my own moan of delight. My hands tighten on his ass as I begin to push my mouth down on his cock, taking in a little more with each stroke. His skin is tight and delicious against my tongue, lying rough and flat against the bottom of his shaft. The heat of his desire causes the fragrance of his sex to grow strong and permeate my senses, clouding my mind. I reach for his balls which are tightening and pulling up close to his body. I grip them firmly, squeezing and pulling them down until I hear him moan again. My mouth is full of his delicious cock. It pushes at the back of my throat as I force my mouth down to the base, wanting to have it all. I move up and down on him, slowly at first, my lips pressing hard against his shaft, my tongue sliding to and fro, sending sensations through him that I hope he has never experienced before. His breathing becomes fast and shallow as he attempts to push himself into my mouth faster and harder. I oblige him by moving my mouth to his quicker rhythm, feeling his hardness throbbing against my lips, his cock swelling slightly. I moan and squeeze his balls, pull them, massage them; my hand on his ass pulling his body towards me. I am totally caught up in the passion of the moment. The fingers in my hair pull hard and my face is mashed against his hard body as he holds my head still and pumps himself into me with increasing vigour. The cock pushing hard into the back of my throat causes me to gag, but his stroking is unrelenting, his soft groans growing louder. I sense his orgasm is ready to rip through him and give a good squeeze and pull on his balls, my fingernails digging into the hard cheek of his ass. He lets out a mighty cry and a rush of hot, sweet, creamy cum spurts hard into the back of my throat. Over and over, the spurts continue, covering my tongue, filling my mouth as I attempt to swallow his entire precious load. His stroking slows and my lips tighten each time he withdraws to his tip, allowing me to milk the last drops of cum from his jerking and twitching cock. I gently take him into my hand, removing my mouth from him slowly, licking his sensitive head tenderly. When I have finished caring for him, my lips leave a line of butterfly kisses along his shaft, still firm and twitching from his explosive orgasm. I reach down to help him pull up the soft cotton boxers, once again hiding his stunningly hard body. His strong hands straighten my hair and brush against my cheeks as he tilts my head back to look into my eyes, smiling. His hands take mine and he pulls me to my feet, brushing his lips lightly against mine, sending a shiver through me. Hands on either side of my head, his tongue reaches out to trace my lips, tasting his salty sweet cum before plunging into my mouth to kiss me deeply and passionately, sharing the taste of his sex with me. He pulls away from our kiss and looks into my eyes before releasing me and stooping to retrieve his trousers from around his ankles. He silently helps me to dress, caressing my shoulders, arranging my hair. When we both look presentable again, he picks up the bras that were never tried on and we head for the cashiers counter.