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.