Our little surprise shopping excursion into the lingerie department was initially stressful, but ended up being a success. I have to pat myself on the back for not running out of there when I wanted to even though I was hopping mad at Julie for springing it on me, and then, embarrassing me in front of the sales girl. In the end, it turned out much better than it could have. I wasn’t even upset that Cathy, the sales girl, now knew for sure that I was a panty kind of guy. I mean, why would any of it matter now given the fact that she helped me pick some out. And besides, I got a nice blow job in the dressing room to cap it all off. So, as far as I was concerned, the shopping trip was a definite success.
As we walked through the mall, Julie suggested we stop at the Food Court for some fries and a cold drink before we headed back home. Heavens knows, I could use a rest after what I had been through, so, we strolled into the food court and waited in line to get a snack and a drink. There were a lot of people in line, so we just chatted about work and general stuff until we got to the front to make our order.
When our order was done, we found a table and sat down to eat. After a few minutes we were joking about buying the panties, trying them on, getting a blow job and our new friend, the sales girl, Cathy.
“Greg,” she asked, “Let’s just say I told you to go into the dressing room with Cathy to try on your panties, would you have done it?”
“That’s an unfair question,” I told her, “you heard her say guys weren’t allowed to go into the women’s fitting rooms.”
“I know,” Julie said, “but, she also said that women CAN go into the men’s fitting rooms. After all, I did. That’s how you got your blow job, remember?”
“Yeah,” I answered, “it was a good one, too. By the way, thanks.”
“So, back to my question,” she said, “hypothetically speaking, since she’s a lingerie professional, would you have gone in there with her if you could have?”
“I don’t know.” I said. “Maybe, it all depends. Would you let me do that?”
I reminded her that I would have to be partially naked in front of her. Not to mention the fact that that I would undoubtedly have a hard-on.
“You know, Greg, it would be a safe way to live out your exhibitionist fantasies. Think about it if she willingly went in there with you under the pretense of you trying on panties, doesn’t it stand to reason that she’s accepting the fact that you’re going to be naked in front of her?”
I saw where this was going and decided I wasn’t going to spar with her on it. We had talked about my exhibitionist fantasies before. Quite recently, too. She dared me to let her friend catch me naked when she spent the night with us last week. Julie went as far as to tell me she would set it all up so it looked like an accident and was sure her friend would take it in stride. And, I almost went for it. The only thing that held me back is that we see her all the time, I mean usually twice a week, sometimes more.
Of course, Julie said because she was there so often, that’s exactly why it would work. In fact, it was almost inevitable something like that would eventually happen. Her reasoning was actually very logical. The more times she was over, the greater the chance of an ‘accidental exposure’. All I had to do was play along. I was still reluctant, so she backed off and nothing happened. But, she didn’t drop it.
She kept bringing it up. Since it is one of my favorite fantasies, I didn’t mind her talking about it at all, in fact, I wanted her to keep brining it up. We started talking about it every night in bed. She used to say “I know she would love it.” or “I bet she would love to see you masturbate.” Julie even told me about a conversation they had where Julie told her I had a big cock and this girl said “I’d love to see it sometime.”
Between the strap-on, the panties and her teasing me about exposing my self with her help, I was living large and walking around with a hard-on all day. We were having more sex than we ever had, and it was better than ever before.
So, I answered her question. “Yes, sure, I’d go in there with her. I would undress in front of her and I might even jack off if I thought it was okay to do that.” I said. “That is, providing I knew it was okay with you.”
“What if I told you right now that it was okay?” Julie asked. I could see she was serious. I could tell by the absence of a smile and the look in her eyes.
“No problem, Babe,” I said, “you set it up and I’ll go for it. In fact, for that matter, next time your friend comes over, I’ll let you guys walk in on me while I’m stroking my cock. And if anything comes up, I’ll just let you deal with it.” Even though I was trying to call her bluff, I meant every word I said. If she was going to set it up for me, why wouldn’t I go through with it?
“Whoa, hold on there big boy. That’s awful close to a dare and you know I can’t turn down a dare.” She said.
“Julie, if you put me in that position and give me that opportunity, then I’m going to take advantage of it.”
Just then our private conversation was interrupted with “Hey, you guys!”
We both heard and turned to see Cathy, our lingerie sales girl, standing there with a tray from the food court.
“Oh, Hi,” Julie said, “Isn’t this a coincidence. We were just talking about you.”
Cathy apologized for interrupting and tried to excuse herself, but, Julie invited her to sit with us. I sort of picked up on the fact that Julie was trying to make me feel uncomfortable, especially after the panty buying experience. We chatted about the mall, and she told us all about working for a large retailer and how she was gong to school during the day and working from two o’clock until the store closed.
After about 10 minutes of just general conversation, Cathy told us how glad she was we came in today. “It was so boring before you came in,” she told us, “I had fun helping you. I really think it’s great when guys come into our section. We don’t get that many, except close to Valentines Day and Christmas, that is.”
“Really?” Julie asked. “You don’t get many men in there?”
“Well,” Cathy said, “Not alone, I should say. We do get some guys that come in alone, but, they usually say they don’t need help, or they turn and walk out when we come over to help them.”
“Do you think they are shopping for themselves?” Julie asked?
“I don’t know, I’ve never really asked a man that.” Cathy answered, “Actually, I think that’s kind of cool, though.” Cathy looked down into her plate and scooted her food around while we all sat there silent for a second or two. Then she said “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”
“Oh, there’s no need for that,” Julie said, “When we left we both said how much we enjoyed having you help us. I think Greg enjoyed it, too. Didn’t you honey?”
I nodded my head and smiled at Cathy.
“In fact,” Julie went on, “Greg was saying that the experience he had with you was so good that he felt like he might even come in by himself some time. Maybe you can give him some fresh ideas.”
Cathy perked right up when Julie told her that. “Oh, that would be great, I can show you all the really cute things we have.”
“Greg, would you see if you can get me a strawberry shake over there for the drive home?” Julie said, pointing to an ice cream station in the food court.
“Sure, no problem.” I said. Without thinking about it, I got up and started to walk across the food court. After I was about 20 paces away, I started to think about the conversation Julie and I were having about trying on panties with Cathy when the girl walked up to us. I wondered if Julie was just trying to get rid of me for a while so she could try to arrange something. Seeing the long line for the ice cream station, I almost went back to the table. But, thinking better of it, maybe this was a good thing. Maybe the best thing I could do would be to stay away for a while and see where this leads.
I stood in line for a good 10 minutes before I got to the front of the line for Julie’s shake. Every now and then I nonchalantly glanced over to see what they were doing. Sure enough, they were chatting, smiling and laughing. Then, it looked to me like Cathy was writing something down. Now, that’s interesting. What would Julie be telling her that Cathy would be writing down? I finally arrived at the head of the line and ordered the strawberry shake. I turned and saw them talking again, but now they were bending in close together and my heart started to beat quickly. Was Julie setting me up?
I finally got the shake and made my way back to the table where Cathy and Julie were sitting. “Hey, Sweetie,” Julie said, “thanks for waiting in line for me. Guess what? Cathy told me she would do some looking around to see if she can find some different things you might like from the lingerie department! Maybe you can get some new ideas on styles, colors and things.”
I wanted to make sure I played this exactly right. What could I say that was supportive, appreciative and left the door open for me?
“Cathy,” I said, “that’s very generous of you and I don’t know what to say. This whole thing is a little, well….. embarrassing for me, and it’s nice of you to offer to help. Thanks a lot. Really, I mean it, thank you.”
“Oh, don’t mention it, Greg. It will be a lot of fun and we’ll see if we can find you some really cute things.” She said. Looking at her watch, she started to quickly gather her belongings saying that she had to be back to work in five minutes.
We said our good-byes and she turned to leave. As she walked away, Julie turned to me and smiled. “Well,” she said, “I think the ball is about to be in your court now, Sweetie.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked her.
“Cathy and I had a little talk while you were kind enough to get my shake.” She said.
“Well, I figured that part out already.” I told her.
Julie proceeded to give me the blow by blow detail of their conversation. I listened patiently as she told me everything.