1. The Lingerie Tester - Part 2


    Date: 9/12/2017, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: blin18, Rating: 10, Source: LushStories

    Chapter 4 “Come into the changing room,” I said, backing in and pulling him with me, not really giving him a choice. It really wasn’t that difficult; Bob seemed to have crossed a mental line where whatever happened next, he was going to write it off as part of the Personal Shopper experience. For the sake of his relationship, I hope he kept the details to himself though. “Do you think the fabric will be too rough?” I asked, closing the door behind us and encouraging him to stroke my breasts again. “Um, no, I don’t think so,” he said, cupping both of them again and stroking me with his thumbs. “It’s got a nice feel.” “Oh! Um …,” I looked at my feet and pretended to be embarrassed. “I didn’t … I wasn’t really asking how they felt in your hands.” Bob jumped as if someone had jabbed him with a cattle prod. “Oh sh- … oh dear,” he stammered, eyes wide and panicked again as he jerked his hands back to his own chest. “I’m so sorry! I thought…” “It’s okay,” I reassured him, delighted at the level of control I had. I really was going to hell for this stunt. “What I meant,” I said, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, “is that you won’t be touching Vicky with just your hands.” I slid the shirt back over his shoulders to reveal his chest. He hadn’t filled out with a man’s muscles yet, but he had an attractive, slim wedge shape with a little bit of hair that was just too enticing not to run my hands over. “What are you and Vicky usually doing by the time she’s wearing just a bra and panties?” ...
    I whispered in his ear, our chests not quite touching. “Um, kissing?” Bob gulped. “But we can’t …” “Do you hold each other while you kiss?” I asked, reaching up and locking my fingers together behind his neck. Now my breasts were touching his chest and I pressed close to make sure he could feel their pliant softness moulding against his skin. “Yes?” He didn’t sound very confident, letting out a shaky breath. Slipping one arm down to his waist, I rubbed my body against him. “Does it feel scratchy against your chest?” I breathed into his ear. “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 ...
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