Sex had never really been a big thing for Claire. Neil liked lots of sex, although even that had diminished slightly over the last while, but Claire had been always been happy with whatever sex came along between them. The truth was though that Claire had never experienced an orgasm during penetrative sex; Neil was usually very quick to cum on penetration. He was good at oral sex though and he gave her good orgasms with his tongue. Claire had been quite happy with that in the past.
Working in the lingerie department had begun to change her outlook though. She had observed couples coming in and buying; she had seen the shy, coy looks. She had seen the lusty looks between them too. She had also the excitement in the males as they paid for their wives or girlfriends lingerie. Some were often all fingers and thumbs handling their credit cards in the excitement to get back home.
She also sometimes overheard conversations between couples as they looked at the lingerie. Only a few days earlier she had heard one man tell his wife that he had a huge boner just thinking about her wearing the bra and panty set that she was holding up. They hadn’t seen her at the rail behind them and the woman had reached down and momentarily gripped the bulge in his trousers. She said something very quietly and giggled. Claire slowly slipped away leaving them to it but she had found herself glancing down at him as she did so. He did have quite a big boner.
Yes, Karl’s conversation with her had been unsettling. She had to admit that she wasn’t very sexually experienced; she had only had three boyfriends before meeting Neil. He may have been the nicest of them all but he was also the smallest when it came to his manhood size. That afternoon she began to think about the couple that Karl was involved with. The wife pointing out the lack of size to her husband; the search for a well endowed male and that male visiting her department store with the husband to buy lingerie for his wife to wear. Her thoughts had driven her to buy a change of knickers that afternoon.
That evening she had showered and changed before dinner and then afterwards as Neil settled down to watch a film on television she had slipped upstairs for a soak in the bath, taking a glass of wine with her. Neil was happy to watch television on his own, leaving her to her own devices. As her bath ran she stood naked in front of her bedroom mirror. She was not a stunning woman; she knew that, but she was still attractive. Her body shape may not have been that of some Hollywood starlet but she was slim all the same. Her bust size may not have been the proportions that made men’s eyeballs pop from their sockets but she had been told that they were a very nice handful. Her waist was quite slim and men in the past had told her that she had a nice bum even though she thought that a couple of extra pounds would look better on her.
Claire gazed at herself for a few moments, straightening her auburn hair from time to time before running her fingers over her tummy and to her mound. She kept herself well trimmed down there. Neil had asked her a few times to shave completely but she had never felt right about doing it until then. The married woman that Karl was seeing was shaved down there; her husband had made sure that she was nice and smooth for him. Her fingers slipped between her pussy lips and she thought of Karl seeing her without any hair. It excited her.
She took her glass to the bathroom and slipped into the hot soapy water. A few minutes later she was laying back with her eyes closed; once again her fingers slipped between her pussy lips. She thought of Karl again. She imagined his fingers touching her body. He had large hands; strong hands, no doubt. He had long fingers too; long dark skinned fingers that would contrast against her white skin, long dark fingers that could penetrate deeply.
Claire’s own fingers began to stroke herself. She imagined that they were his fingers. Strong, eager fingers exploring her; long digits penetrating deep inside her sex bringing her to orgasm. She thought of his cock. Black men were renowned for the size of their manhood. Karl wouldn’t be small like Neil. The wife he was seeing wouldn’t be putting up with a small one like her husband’s. He would be long and thick. Claire suddenly started to shake as her fingers penetrated deep while her palm rubbed against her clitty. She was cumming.
Ten minutes later she climbed out of the bath and began to dry herself. She felt better now. It wasn’t often that she masturbated but this one had been needed. Karl had made her do it. It was Karl who had driven her to do it. It was he who made her want to relieve herself.
She did not see him the next day. Not that she was really expecting to see him, but she was hoping to. She wanted him. She felt a little down that day even though she had returned to her usual department. She met Neil for lunch and actually sat at the same table she had sat at the day before with Karl. Karl had made her horny sitting there yesterday; how different it had been that day.
The following day was Saturday, the busiest day of the week. The lingerie department was always crowded on a Saturday; women buying lingerie for the weekend. Girls in their late teens and early twenties were usually the majority customers; something special for a night out with their boyfriends. Married women shopped too but they tended to shop for a night in. She would watch them coming up from the food hall with their carrier bags of special dinners for two and bottles of wine. The lingerie would be worn for a special dessert in mind!
It had been frantic as usual; a snatched lunch and short coffee breaks. The day was almost over and there were just a few customers around when she suddenly looked up and saw him smiling in her direction from the rails containing sets of Basques. She smiled back at him, asked an assistant to take her place and then went over and joined him. “Can I help you sir?” she said to him.
He smiled again. “That depends,” he told her, “I’m looking for something special; something for a special lady.”
“Special?”
He leaned closer. “I want to buy something for a lady to wear for me,” he told her. “Something that I hope she could be persuaded to wear for me.”
Claire felt a tingle in her thighs. Up to that point her legs had been aching; her feet were sore and now suddenly it was as though new life had been breathed into them.
“Persuaded to wear?” she asked him quietly.
He nodded. “She’s married,” he said. “I fancy her like mad. She would look really good in some of these outfits, I’m sure.”
“What makes you think that she would wear something like this for you?” she asked him. “After all she is married to someone else.”
“I know,” he sighed. “But… well who knows. If it is something she likes she might like to wear it for me when we have lunch next time.”
Claire was trembling now.
“What would you recommend?” he asked. “What would be your favourite thing to wear?”
“I… I am married too. I would only wear something like this for my husband.”
“Hmmm,” he sighed. “I was hoping that maybe… that maybe she would like to wear it, not for me to see specifically, but to be in when we have lunch.”
He was persuasive, she knew that. He was taking directly to her and about her. She was flattered. She was weakening. He picked a Basque from the rails. “Would this be something…? “
Claire had never worn a Basque. “What if she has never worn one?”
“Maybe it would be a good time for her to try one,” he told her as he pressed it into her hands. “She has a lovely slim figure for it. With matching pair of panties and black stockings she would be a knock out!”
Claire stood there holding the hanger with the Basque for a few moments before he reached for a hanger with a pair of black silk panties. “A nice pair of lacy top stockings and that should be it.” he told her.
She was powerless to stop him as he guided her to the hosiery racks. Still holding the Basque and panties, she waited as he picked out a couple of pairs of stockings. “I’ll pay for it and you can pretend to leave it behind the counter for me to collect later. You can take it home with you” he told her.
“I can’t,” she told him.
“When is your day off next week?”
He must have known that in the retail trade work is expected on a Saturday with a day off in mid-week.
“Tuesday,” she told him.
“I would like to take you out for lunch,” he told her.
She shook her head. “I… I… “
“Look,” he interrupted. “I would just like your company for lunch please. There’ll be no funny business, I promise. Just lunch and a chat.”
He was persuasive. What’s more she wanted to go as well. “It… it will be just be lunch, though.”
He nodded. “I know somewhere very discrete,” he told her. “Dress is optional but I would like… “
She smiled and looked down at the clothes that he was now holding. “Okay,” she told him. “But there’ll be no viewings.”
He smiled and tapped the side of his head. “Sex starts here,” he told her. “Just the thought will be enough for me.”
She smiled and turned around to head back for the till. There was a spring in her step now and she felt like an eighteen-year-old going out on her first date.
Disclaimer: All characters and events in the story are fictitious and any resemblance to real people and events are purely coincidental.
