1. The Lingerie Tester - Part 1


    Date: 9/1/2017, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: blin18, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    let my man undress me when I got home and still feel sexy. And boy, do I feel sexy right now. Phew! Deep breath, Angie. Let’s do this! With a perverse, last-moment smile, I slipped back into my high-heels. Bra, panties, heels: now I was ready! “Hi Bob,” I peeked out of the dressing room to make sure there were no other shoppers around. There weren’t, so I stepped out where he could see me properly. “How do I look?” I was so nervous without Geoff there; it must have been killing him not to watch. “Oh wow!” Bob shook his head, his eyes wide with admiration. Whether it was for my underwear, or me it was hard to tell. Maybe a bit of both. “You look … I mean they look … fantastic!” “It’s okay if you think I look fantastic too,” I said, smiling and touching his arm to reassure him that he was doing nothing wrong. “You know girls like it when handsome men tell them they look beautiful, don’t you?” “Um … yeah, but …,” he began. “But what?” I asked, one eyebrow raised as if to say ‘I want to hear this good reason why I shouldn’t be told I’m beautiful’ . “But I have a girlfriend,” he said, hoping that explained it. “And I have a husband,” I reassured him. “I don’t want a relationship Bob, I just want to help you buy a nice gift for Vicky.” “I know,” he sighed. “It’s hard to explain. It just feels … inappropriate.” “Listen,” I said in the most convincing ‘no-nonsense’ voice I could muster while standing in a lingerie store in my bra and panties. “If a woman stroked and touched your ...
    hair, and ran it through her fingers with her face right up close to you, and told you how nice it looked, would that be inappropriate?” “Well … yeah!” Bob said, sounding surprised at the question. “That’s really inappropriate!” “What if she was a hairdresser?” I delivered what I hoped was the closer. “Oh …,” he left his mouth open, but nothing came out for a few moments. “It’s okay because … because that’s her job.” “Of course it is,” I agreed. “And what you do,” he went on, “it’s not intimate, it’s just a job.” “Just a job,” I agreed. Oh, you lying bitch, Angie, you’re going to hell for that. “Buying lingerie is much more than about how it looks,” I explained. “It about how it feels, and not just for the girl wearing it. Understand?” “Um … uh huh,” he gulped. I could see his hand twitching, as if he was in a battle of wills to stop it from reaching out and touching me. “Do you like how this one feels?” I asked, stroking the underside of my breast. The texture of this bra was exquisite, such a rich feeling to the weft and warp, both silky and coarse all at once; it was like it was singing beneath my fingers. Bob’s hand made a tentative movement away from his hip and I encouraged him with a nod. He touched his fingers to the side of my breast so lightly that I couldn’t even feel it through the bra. I let him trail his fingertips over the silk for a few more moments, and then I guided his hand to gently cup me and stroke across my nipple with his palm. “Mmmm,” he said. “That’s ...
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