Some of the lights in the front of the store had been turned off, but it wasn’t dark. I led Jan to the back of the store where the lingerie was on display and I started looking through the panties as Jan stood next to me.
After a short second, the sales woman joined us.
“Okay,” she said, “we’re locked in now. By the way, my name is Susan. It’s nice to meet you.”
Jan and I introduced ourselves and we chatted for a few seconds. “So,” Susan continued, “you’re looking for a sexy bra and panty set. Something sheer and see through, right?”
“Exactly.” I answered. “Can I be completely frank with you?” I asked.
“Sure,” Susan replied.
“Alright, then.” I continued. “I want a bra that shows her breasts and nipples clearly, and some panties that will show her vagina from the front and the back.”
Susan looked at me curiously. “From the back?” She asked.
“Yes, once she’s in position for her spanking,” I explained, “I want to be able to see how her vagina is reacting before I remove her panties.”
Both Susan and I looked at Jan. She was standing there bravely, but I could see how flushed she was, especially her cheeks, which looked like they were on fire. “Jan has incredible nipples,” I added, “and a beautiful pussy, I just want to take advantage of that with the pictures.”
Now Susan was blushing, too. “I see.” Susan said. “I may have just the perfect outfit. Hold on a minute and I’ll be right back.”
With that, Susan left us and disappeared through a door. I took a few steps toward Jan and reached down to unbutton her jeans. She made no move to stop me or step back, so once I had them unbuttoned, I wormed my hand down into her jeans and cupped her pussy in the palm of my hand. I immediately felt the heat radiating from her pussy and as I started to move my fingers up and down per panty covered slit, I could easily feel that she was sopping wet.
I told her to spread her feet, so she reached up and steadied herself by grabbing my shoulder and then shuffled her feet apart. I pressed my fingers further into her furrow, forcing the fabric of her panties deeper into her labia and then began to trace her slit up and down as she leaned against me.
“She’ll be back soon.” Jan whispered. “You better take your hand out now.”
“Something tells me she won’t mind seeing my hand down inside your pants.” I replied. “Besides, it feels good and I love touching you like this. Just relax and act like it’s no big deal. Close your eyes for a minute and concentrate on what my finger is doing.”
She accepted what I said and I pulled her into a close hug, one hand softly rubbing her back and the other hand stroking her luscious pussy through her panties. I closed my eyes, too, just enjoying it and waiting for Susan to walk through the door.
The sound of the door opening startled us, and Jan instinctively tried to pull away, but I held her close to me and continued to stroke her up and down between her pussy lips. As the sound of Susan’s footsteps grew closer, I felt Jan’s heart rate quicken and she started to pant. Then before I knew it, Susan was standing there — no more than three feet from us looking directly at what my hand was doing inside Jan’s jeans. Without acting the least bit different, I looked at Susan and asked if she found what she was looking for.
Susan was visibly shocked, and she stuttered a bit as she held up a handful of colorful bras and panties, saying, “I thought these, uh, might be along the lines of what you’re looking for.”
I boldly withdrew my hand from Jan’s jeans and reached out to examine the items Susan was holding in front of me. I could easily see Jan’s vaginal secretions on my fingers, and as I reached out and touched the lingerie Susan was holding, both Jan and Susan were totally silent.
“Let me see just the white ones.” I said, pushing my hand back down into Jan’s jeans and resuming my ministrations on the outside of Jan’s panties. “The pastels are nice, but, the white ones will be easier to see through.”
Susan eyes followed my hand as it snaked down into Jan’s crotch. As she separated the white bra and panties from the colored ones, I withdrew my hand and made an obvious motion against Jan’s stomach and then pushed my hand down inside her panties and curled my middle finger so it slipped right into her wet pussy.
“Spread your feet a little more.” I said to Jan. When she hesitated, I said, “Come on, you know you want me to do this. Spread your feet some more so I can get my finger up into you further.”
“Oh, Gawd.” Jan moaned as she spread her feet further and buried her face into my chest to hide her embarrassment. I began to alternate rubbing up and down her slit, slipping my finger part way into her tight vagina when I was at the bottom, and diddling her clit when I was at the top. Jan was almost shaking, but she shuffled her feet even further apart without me asking so I could get one finger well up inside her vagina. Susan’s eyes were huge and she was breathing heavy herself as she watched me.
“Susan,” I said, trying to get her attention, “hold each of those up for me one at a time so I can look at them, would you?”
Without speaking, she held up the first item, a sheer, white see through bra. As I looked at the bra, Susan was staring at my hand as it worked inside Jan’s panties. Looking at the bra, and imagining how she would look wearing it, I began to concentrate my finger on Jan’s clit, which brought an immediate reaction from Jan. She started to wheeze and hump herself against my hand and I realized I might be able to make her cum — right in front of Susan.
“Do you have matching panties to go with that bra?” I asked Susan.
As if in a trance, Susan held up the matching panties for me to see, still not taking her eyes off what I was doing down inside Jan’s panties.
I increased my pressure against Jan’s bud, first circling around it and then applying direct pressure as I went around and around. Jan was noticeably panting by now, grasping at my shirt and pulling her face tightly into my chest. Bending my head down, I whispered to Jan just loud enough for Susan to hear, asking “Do you want me to make you cum?”
Jan didn’t answer me, so I stopped fingering her and started to pull my hand out of her panties. “Do you want me to stop, Jan?” I asked.
“No.” Jan answered softly. “Don’t stop.”
“Well, I need to you push your jeans down a little bit, then.” I replied to Jan.
“Please, no,” she begged, “don’t make me do that in front of her.”
“If you don’t want me to stop, you’re going to have to push them down a few inches. Not all the way, Jan, but I need some more room.” I explained.
I felt Jan shift, lifting her head from my chest and moving her hands to the top of her jeans. When they didn’t budge, I felt her pull the zipper down and then push her jeans down an inch or two.
“More.” I said. “A few more inches.”
Jan shuddered as her hands moved to her waist and pushed her jeans down below her hips, completely exposing the front of her pink panties and my hand inside them. She buried her face back into my chest and I used my hand to work the front of her panties down as much as I could. Then, once again, I slipped my hand down between her legs until I could easily slip two fingers into her pussy hole.
“Relax now,” I whispered to Jan, “concentrate on my fingers and let it happen. Block out everything else and just feel me touching you. Think about how excited you’re husband is going to be when you tell him about this,” I told her, “think about how hard his cock is going to be when you tell him I fingered you to orgasm in the middle of a store.”
I went back to diddling Jan’s clit, flicking it up and down in exaggerated motions. Susan was no longer holding up the sheer panties for me to look at, instead she was openly staring at Jan’s partially exposed pussy and my fingers masturbating her. The look on Susan’s face was priceless; her eyes were big and her lips were parted as she tried to breathe without making too much noise. She looked up at me and I saw her blush as her eyes darted away from mine, but she sheepishly looked back at me and I smiled at her, encouraging her to watch as I brought Jan closer and closer to her climax.
“I know you’re getting close.” I whispered to Jan. “It’s okay to cum when you’re ready.”
Susan was almost comatose by now. Each of her hands hung limp at her sides holding the bras and panties she was going to show us. Poor Jan was well past the point where she cared about anything besides cuming. Just as she did the night I stripped, fingered and spanked her in front of her husband, she willingly went along with what ever I said.
I knew I had to bring her off quick if I had any chance of getting her into the dressing room and having her undress for me. So, I went in for the kill; wrenching my fingers up into her and pressing down on her g-spot.
As soon as I touched her spot, she thrust herself against my hand and bucked wildly as I massaged her there. “Oh, fuck!” She groaned. “You’re going to make me cum!”
“Aaaaahhhhh!” She exclaimed. “I’m cuming. I’m cuming.”
I felt a sudden rush of warm wetness flow over my hand. Jan was grunting and bucking as I fought to keep my fingers in place inside her pussy, but she started to collapse as her orgasm overtook her and I had no choice but to pull my hand out of her panties and hold her to me. Jan’s chest was heaving, and she was gasping for air as her body shuttered against mine. I wrapped both arms tightly around her and held her until she quieted down and stopped shaking.
As I held Jan to me, Susan and I exchanged glances. Susan’s jaw was open and it was clear that the exhibition she just witnessed not only took her breath away, but she was in awe of Jan’s performance.
Holding Jan steady, I came up with one last idea to further test Jan’s trust and her resolve to do whatever I asked. “Are you okay?” I whispered into Jan’s ear. “Can you stand on your own for a minute?”
“Uh huh,” she said softly as she nodded her head up and down, “I think so.”
I took a step back from Jan and she looked up at me. “Stay right where you are for a minute,” I instructed, “Don’t move.” Then I bent down in front of her and pulled her jeans down to her knees. Instinctively, her hands reached down to pull them up, but I simply said “No” and she let go.