30 comments/ 36403 views/ 37 favorites The Lingerie Tester By: blin18 Author's Note: I'd like to acknowledge Ender27 from the Story Ideas board, who came up with the core idea of this story, as well as my tireless proofreaders TerryTheTraveller and Aussie B. Thanks for reading. If you enjoyed the story, please leave a comment. The Lingerie Tester "Are you done, Geoff?" I asked, stepping away from Bob's hand. "Or did you want me to try on something else before you hand me over to Bob?" "Something else," Geoff agreed happily. "I reckon Bob's got the right idea, how about a bra and panties set?" "You're the boss, Geoff," I said teasingly. "You know what your wife likes, don't you?" "I know exactly what she likes," he said flashing his eyes at me with a wicked grin. And then to Bob: "What size is your Vicky, Bob?" "Oh! Um?" Bob looked momentarily panicked. "I don't ... I mean ... I'm not sure." "Well is she bigger or smaller than Angie?" Geoff asked helpfully. Bob seemed happy for the excuse to appraise my figure more closely. All this attention was giving me a warm feeling inside. "Um?" Bob mumbled, his hand over his mouth and a look of worried concentration on his face. Poor kid was so conflicted; he wanted to be true to his girlfriend, but he had also clearly enjoyed touching my ass and was undoubtedly looking forward to the moment in the not-too-distant future when he would get to see me in a sexy little bra and panties of his choosing. If ONLY he could get past this one little question. "Close your eyes for a moment, Bob," I said softly, stepping forward and taking his hands in mine. He gaped at me for a moment – standing close enough to kiss in my tiny satin slip with transparent panties – and then closed his eyes. "Now take a deep breath," I said. He did. Good boy. "And let it out." He blew toothpaste-scented air towards my face. "Keep those eyes shut." Holding the backs of his hands, I cupped them to my breasts, soft and free beneath the slip. I heard him take a sharp breath, but he kept his eyes closed. His thumbs stroked searchingly along the creases underneath and his I felt his palms mould lovingly around the side swells. It was electrifying! I hadn't been touched so intimately by another man since I met Geoff. "Is Vicky bigger or smaller?" I asked softly. "The same," Bob replied confidently, still not peeking. "Perfect," he finished, more to himself than to me, I thought. It was nice to know my girls could still knock a guy's socks off. Holding him by the wrists, I slid his hands slowly, slowly down my body, into the narrows of my waist and then out over the curve of my hips. Then stepping even closer I guided them both around to cup my bottom. With my nipples now brushing his chest, I tilted my lips up to his ear: "Is Vicky bigger or smaller, Bob?" I husked. I peeked at Geoff; his jaw was hanging agape. He was so utterly turned on by this, imagining the things going through Bob's head and knowing that he was going to be doing all of them and more when we got home. Bob gulped nervously. "Smaller," he whispered. Bitch! I thought uncharitably. My ass was smaller when I was twenty, as well! "Just a little smaller ... maybe," Bob backpedalled, probably sensing my unwarranted reaction. I recovered quickly though, a cute guy's hands on your ass will do that. "Go find a 32B bra that you like, Bob, with matching size 5 panties," I said, stepping back and getting a bit more businesslike (give 'em a little, take a little away). "But bring back a pair in size 6 as well if you want to see what they look like with a girl inside them." Geoff wasn't fussy, he just wanted to keep me busy and keep me flirting. He went straight to the nearest rack and blindly grabbed a cheeky-panty and matching bra in navy blue with white lace. Maybe I don't give him enough credit, but I thought it was miraculous that they were actually in my size. He came up close so that we could talk privately. Poor thing, I could see perspiration beginning to shine on his forehead and his eyes had this pleading, hunted look. "More?" he asked hopefully in a whisper as Bob went back to the racks. He didn't mean "more" sexy lingerie. I could read him like a book. He meant more teasing, more touching. "Uh huh," I nodded, grinning at him like a schoolgirl. I hadn't decided yet how far I was prepared to go, but Bob had me tingling all over. He was so vulnerable and so inexperienced; I never would have guessed he had a girlfriend. And one with a killer bod, to boot! I gave Geoff's backside a little pinch and fled back into the changing room before he could return the favour. The Lingerie Tester "No," he whispered back. "It feels ... really ... really good." His voice cracked on the last word. "Soft." "Good," I said, moving so that my lips were right in front of his. "Now see if you can undo it." "I beg your pardon?" His eyes had been perpetually wide since he first saw me in the satin and lace nightie, but if it was possible, they boggled just a little more. "You need to be able to undo it easily," I explained matter-of-factly. "Otherwise you might spoil the moment. Have you ever unhooked one?" Incapable of lying to mask his inexperience, he just shook his head, looking at me warily and probably wondering whether this would go far enough for him to see my breasts. "Put your arms around me and feel the clasp with your fingers," I instructed. Bob was still on autopilot and did exactly as I asked. Now we were standing with chests together and arms around each other. I relaxed my hips into our embrace and felt the hard bulge of his cock against my pubic mound and almost let out a moan. I took another shaking breath and steeled myself to have him undress me. "Put your thumbs beneath the strap on either side of the clasp and grip it with your fingers," I said. As I was talking, I brought my hands around to the front and hooked my own fingers beneath the waistband of his jeans. I hoped that the next step would require so much concentration that he wouldn't notice what I was doing. "The clasp is a pair of hooks that fit into little eyelets," I explained. "You have to push the two sides into the middle," I felt him doing as I asked, "and try to pull your left hand away from my back to release the hooks." It wasn't working; I didn't think it would on the first attempt. "I don't think it ..." Bob began. "Relax," I interrupted, "Just let it go loose and start again. Try getting a grip closer to the middle." This time as he tried, I mirrored his movements by unbuttoning his jeans. "I think I got it," he said excitedly, although when he released his grip, the bra stayed fastened. I did a lot better; I got his pants unbuttoned on the first go. "You only got one of the hooks," I said. I could feel the change in tension on the strap. "Have one more try." It was funny to see the look of intense concentration on his face as he tried to release the last hook. I honestly think he had no idea that I almost had his pants undone. "Got it!" he exclaimed with a smile. I used the moment of conquest to unzip him. Now this would either work brilliantly or it would fail miserably, but I had to make it quick to have any chance. I shrugged out of the bra and held it up to him. "Here, hold this." He was so surprised at the sudden appearance of my naked breasts that he just meekly took the bra from me with his jaw hanging open. "Now, one last test and we're all done." And with a smile and a wink, I slipped my fingers beneath the waistband of his underwear at the hips and pulled them smoothly all the way down his legs along with his jeans. "Oh God!" he cried quietly as his hard cock sprang loose, nearly hitting me in face as I bunched the knot of clothing at his ankles. And then, "Oh my God," for good measure. I only got a quick look at it as I stood back up, but from my vantage point it seemed that Vicky had no cause for complaint. It was a healthy girth and a very pleasing length, and it had this curious upward curve that made me immediately wonder what a cock that shape would feel like inside me. Not that I intended to find out. All going well, I was just a few short minutes away from getting my fill of cock, but it wasn't going to be Bob's. Not giving him time to think, I gripped his shaft at the base and guided it down and between my legs. I wrapped my arms around his waist and held our naked chests together, my hard nipples pressed into his and his rigid cock moulding along the valley of my panty-covered slit and curving up behind to press into the cleft of my buttocks. "How does that feel?" I tried my best to sound like a shop assistant perhaps straightening a jacket on his shoulders, but I had a strange man's cock tucked between my legs and underneath my bravado I was shaking like a revival preacher. "Huh?" Bob was almost beyond the ability to form words. "The panties, Bob," I explained patiently, our lips close enough to kiss. I gently rocked my hips and felt his cockhead sliding down the valley between my cheeks as his shaft grazed along what by now must be a very swollen and excited vulva. Oh my goodness, it felt heavenly. With lips quivering right in front of Bob's, I just wanted to kiss him, but that wasn't part of the game. I felt his cock throb against my wanton pussy, and in an almost unconscious gesture of response I flexed my thighs, trapping his heaving tool between them. There was nothing more to say now, he would either go for it or he'd pull away. With our eyes locked I gave him a look that I hope said I wanted this at least as much as he did. And then he did pull away, just a couple of inches, his cock-skin trapped between my thighs and rolling smoothly over the thickly-veined manhood underneath. Oh, and that curve! As he pulled out, his cock-head stroked deliciously down the cleft of my ass. Go? Or stay? What will you do? Please stay. He rested his cheek against mine and I heard him softly sigh, then my heart leaped as he stroked back in, knocking his pubis gently against my sensitive pussy lips. Oh my good God, this is really going to happen! There was a breathless voice screaming in my head. I'm-standing-almost-naked-in-the-arms-of-a-stranger-in-a-changing-room-with-my-husband-just-outside-and-he's-going-to-fuck-me! He's-going-to-fuck-me-between-my-thighs-and-the-sexiest-softest-panties-I've-ever-worn-with-his-cock-head-tickling-the-cleft-of-my-ass. Please, oh God, please, don't let this be a dream! Bob stroked in again, harder this time, and I felt the warm friction of his cock through the gusset of my panties. "Oh, yes," I squeaked in his ear. "Please, yes." I held on for dear life, one arm wrapped around his torso and the other around his neck. Bob responded to my encouragement and drove his cock back into that tight little triangle of heaven between my thighs and pussy, holding me tight and lifting me off the floor with the power of his stroke. He was supporting me, but most of my weight was bearing down on the root of his cock and I felt my pussy open up under the pressure, exposing my clitoris. Ecstasy washed through me in a wave as he ground those sweet, soft panties into my love button and I clenched my thighs even tighter around his cock. "Yes-yes-yes-yes-yes-yes!" I cried urgently into his ear. Bob closed two strong hands over my buttocks and backed me into the mirror. The cold glass on my back was like a bucket of ice-water in the face, but then he made me instantly forget it as he lifted me off my feet and drove his cock back into that little panty-clad honey-hole, mashing into my pussy lips and making my legs quiver with the beginnings of an unexpected orgasm. But then it was all over in a breathless rush of groaning and straining as Bob arched back and came. I was pinned to the mirror and completely helpless with my heels dangling an inch off the floor and his heaving, throbbing cock wedged between my pussy lips and spraying cum over the glass behind me. Miraculously, with his hands on my ass, the panties were spared almost completely from the sticky mess – on the outside at least. My juices on the inside were another story altogether. Luckily the ones in Vicky's size were resting clean and safe on the chair with all the other lingerie. He lowered me back down to the floor and pulled his wilting cock from between my thighs. "Good test drive, Bob," I smiled, pecking him chastely on the lips. "I pronounce these panties fit for sexy fun and games." "Oh my ... I'm so ...," that panicked look began to reassert in Bob's eyes as his lust melted away. "Shhhh," I put my finger to his lips. "It was a test drive. If you like them, go buy them. I'll clean up in here." I could almost see the conflicting emotions in his face battling for supremacy. It felt wrong to hump a girl in a changing room and then run away, but he was so uncomfortable with the situation that this was also the very last place he wanted to be. For my part, the sooner he left, the sooner I could get Geoff in here to finish the job. "Go!" I hissed good-naturedly. "Happy Valentine's Day." "Happy Valentine's," Bob returned the greeting automatically, and then with a rush of activity he was lifting his jeans and stumbling out the door with them half undone and clutching a fistful of assorted lingerie, leaving me with just the panties to surreptitiously return to the racks before I slinked out.