“Oh, no Maam,” she said, “you don’t ever have to worry about that. I’m happy to help you with all your lingerie needs and if it’s helpful, I would be glad to help him any time he wants to come in. My name is Cathy, and he can just ask for me when he comes in.”
Okay, I was ready to pull the plug on this little charade five minutes ago and now I was beyond ready. The only problem was that I was now thinking with my little head, which was pounding in my pants and as much as I wanted to run out of there, something made me stay.
“See there, Greg,” Julie said to me, “It’s fine. Cathy isn’t going to say anything. Let’s finish our shopping so we can get the rest of our things done today.” Turning to Cathy, Julie asked “So, do you carry panties with ruffles?”
“Well,” Cathy said, “Let me show you what we have. We do have some over this way. They aren’t really for every day wear, you know, they are mostly, for… we’ll you know, for show. I don’t think they would hold up well for daily use.”
Cathy took us to another section of the department that had garter belts and real sexy looking bra and panty sets. On one of the display racks, they had a few pairs of ruffled panties that Julie was looking through. One of the styles was a mesh panty with ruffles all the way around front and back. She looked through the display and found that style in a size S and a size M, both of them pink. Damn, pink again.
Julie turned to the sales girl and asked where the fitting rooms were. Cathy pointed them out but added “We can’t allow men in there, though. It’s against store policy.” The way she said it was undeniable proof that Cathy knew this lingerie was for me. “But,” she added, “why don’t you just take them over to Men’s Wear and you can both use the fitting rooms over there, no problem with that at all.”
Julie looked at me and asked “Want to do that, Greg? We can make sure they fit you and it might save us a trip back here to return them if they don’t?”
I was trapped. If I didn’t say yes, I knew Julie’s come back would be worse than just going through with it.
“You can just bring them back over here when you’re done.” Cathy added.
“Okay?” Julie asked.
The only thing I could say was “Sure.” Julie smiled broadly. Cathy pointed in the direction of Men’s Wear and told us she would be watching for us when we came back. Hooking her arm into mine, Julie and I walked out of the lingerie department.
On our way over to the men’s section, Julie asked if I was mad at her. “You’re damn right I am,” I said, “you intentionally embarrassed me and even used my name in front that girl. What the hell were you thinking?”
“Honey, don’t try to BS me.” She said. “I know you’re getting off on this. If you’re really mad, tell me right now and we’ll get out of here. Well?”
I didn’t say anything. What was I going to say? The ruffled panties were definitely hot and I already envisioned myself wearing them. Plus, I was turned on by the fact that this stranger knew my secret. Beyond the initial shock of hearing Julie insinuate my lingerie wearing to the girl, I admittedly felt okay about it. The girl didn’t freak out, she didn’t cringe or scream. In fact, she was pretty nice about it.
“Well?” She asked.
“Okay, Okay.” I said. “Just be careful. I don’t want us to get kicked out of here.”
“Greg, we’re not going to get kicked out of here, and you know it, so quit being so melodramatic and trying to act like you’re mad. Be honest with me, Honey, you’re excited about her knowing, aren’t you? Don’t forget, I know you fantasize about being exposed and being humiliated. That’s why we’re here. Haven’t you figured that out yet? Just go with it and enjoy it. Follow my lead, Sweetie. When we get home, I’ll dress you up in your new panties and we can play. If you’re a really good boy, we can play with the strap-on. Interested in that?”
Yes, Julie knew the score, that’s for sure. I had every reason to go along with her plan and no reason at all to be mad or upset. I was going to be the winner here if I played my cards right. I was going to get my own panties, have her dress me up in them, and then take me with the strap-on. It just doesn’t get any better than this!
We arrived at the men’s section and found the fitting rooms. My hard-on, which had become a constant reminder of my excitement since we walked into the store, had subsided during our walk and my cock was back to normal at least for a while.
The sales guys didn’t bat an eye as we walked past them and right in the fitting rooms, found an open room and closed the door. Once inside, Julie turned to me saying “Greg, Honey, let’s see how these look on you.”
As I started to take my jeans off I asked, “What about you? Aren’t you going to try yours on?”
“No,” she said, “the small ones will fit me just fine. I just want to see how cute you look in those ruffled panties, Stud. Come on, I’m dying to see them on you.”
I pushed my jeans down and stepped out of them. Julie, came and kneeled in front of me, pushing her face into the white Bali panties I was wearing, tracing my cock with her tongue. She reached up to the waistband and pulled them down allowing my now hardening cock to flop out in front of her. She took me in her mouth and started to suck. The mirrors gave a completely new perspective of Julie and it was one I liked. The vision of her on her knees, holding my cock with one hand while she sucked me was surreal. Too bad I didn’t have a camera with me.
Soon, she turned to look into the mirror, too, as she kept sucking my cock. She started to deep throat me, still watching herself in the mirror. I had to chuckle to myself, thinking about that old joke of how a woman just can’t pass a mirror without stopping to see how she looked. And she looked magnificent sucking me.
After a minute of sucking my cock deeply into her mouth, she stopped and stood up. “I wonder if they monitor these changing rooms with hidden cameras?” she asked.
“Well, so much for not getting kicked out of the store.” I said. We both burst into laughter.
“Okay, let’s go buster,” she said in between giggles, “get those off and try these on. I’m getting horny and I’ll need some of that big meat soon. So unless you want me to rape you in here, you better get on with it.”
I slipped my panties all the way down and stepped out of them. Julie reached out and took them from me. Then, as if to mock me, she held them to her nose and took a deep breath. “Hmm, these smell like you.” She said.
I watched Julie take the ruffled panties off the hanger and then kneel in front of me, holding them open for me to step into. Looking to the side into the mirror, I enjoyed the sight of her slipping the panties up my legs and onto my hips. My cock was now folded up against my stomach, pushing against the waistband. The panties were very light and they couldn’t contain my hard cock as it poked out the top.
Julie turned me toward the mirror and we surveyed my new look. Unconsciously, I turned to the right and then to the left, looking at myself. Then, I turned around to see my butt. Somehow, these panties made me feel different than all the ones I had worn before. Even if I do say so myself, the ruffled panties looked good on me. The word that came to mind was ‘cute’. They looked delicate and flattering on me. Looking in the mirror, I could see that between the rows of ruffles, you could see right through the panties. Even with the pressure of the waist band trying to contain my cock, I couldn’t feel them at all. I looked down to see my cock was starting to leak some pre-cum and moved the waistband down to keep from leaking on them.
“What do you think?” Julie asked.
“I’m fucking speechless right now.” I answered. “I don’t know if I should be mad or if I should kiss you. Actually, I love them.”
“Oh, I’m so happy, Greg. I just knew you would.” Julie said as she threw her arms around me and kissed me. “You better get them off before your dick drools all over them, though.”
I took the panties off, handled them back to her and she gave me the Bali panties to put back on. As I pulled them up, she stopped me and knelt in front of me again. She reached out and took my cock in her hands and guided it to her mouth. I watched in the mirror as she started to suck me again. This time, she wasn’t teasing me. There was no mistake in what she was doing, especially when she told me we weren’t leaving until she made me cum.
It was like she was on a mission now, a mission to make me cum. The way she sucked me told me that. She cupped my balls with one hand, stroked my cock with the other and then bobbed her head up and down. I started to get that ‘I’m going to cum soon’ feeling and warned her. She didn’t let up. In fact, if anything, her ministrations became more deliberate and as I approached the point of no return I rested my hand behind her head and held her there upon my cock.
I erupted in her mouth, shooting copious amount of sperm into her as she received it lovingly. My legs got wobbly and when my load was finally emptied, she looked up into my eyes as if to say she loved me.
When I was done, she stood up and kissed me, passing my cum back into my mouth with her tongue. We shared the cum as we kissed, both of us swallowing it until it was gone. Unbelievably, she used the ruffled panties to wipe her mouth and then dabbed them over my lips, as if the panty was a napkin. “Better get dressed now, Stud,” she said, “or else Cathy is going to come looking for us.”
As I dressed, I watched as she re-hung the ruffled panties back on the hanger. The way she hung them, it was obvious they had been tried on. Out little sales girl was going to know that my cock had been inside those ruffled panties. By this time, I didn’t care, though. In fact, I wanted her to know.