It was early summer and Sam was helping Lucy get ready to move house. They had only been dating for a couple of months, but things were going pretty well. Neither of them had been looking for anything serious but they got on well, shared some genuine affection and had a lot of fun together.
Lucy's mum would be arriving soon to begin ferrying her stuff to the new place. They had packed up most of the other rooms, which just left Lucy's room to sort out.
"So, what needs to be done?" Sam asked, stepping into the room and rubbing his hands together.
"Erm, pretty much everything," Lucy admitted. She was standing by the bed looking at the pile of clothes she had just upended onto it. The last few days had been really busy and she hadn't had the chance to get a head-start on the packing. Sam looked around the room, trying to work out what he could do to help. Then, his eyes lit up and he made his way over to the chest of drawers.
"I suppose I can pack up your underwear," he said, with fake weariness. "I don't want to, obviously, but I will... for you!" Lucy rolled her eyes but didn't protest. She couldn't help but smile at the adorable, cheeky look on his face. She continued to sort through the clothes, throwing them into either the suitcase on the bed or the pile on the floor.
Sam opened the first drawer and began grabbing handfuls of clothes and throwing them into a nearby bag, taking his time to inspect some of the more interesting items. Lucy was a big, curvy girl but her underwear somehow managed to look both robust and sexy at the same time. It came in a range of colours, from blacks to whites and pastel hues, with various adornments of lace and ribbons. He held up one black and purple lacy bra, noting the various see-through sections. It was one that he hadn't seen before.
"You should definitely wear this for me at some point," he said, smiling cheekily. Then, out of curiosity, he checked the label. "Double-H's!?" he exclaimed. "Oh, I get it. As in 'Holy Hell, those are some big titties'". Lucy blushed. She had always been sensitive about her size, but Sam seemed to genuinely love her curves. Especially, of course, her boobs! However, Sam hadn't fully appreciated how large they were until now.
"Yeah," she sighed.
"No wonder these have to be industrial strength!" Sam continued. He had often engaged in battle with some of the triple-hooked clasps! Lucy remembered chuckling at his moment of triumph when he finally managed to remove one of them singlehandedly for the first time.
"Yeah," Lucy said. "Otherwise I'd be like the Hulk, bursting right out of them." Sam's brain couldn't help but play out that mental image. "You have no idea how hard it is to find ones that are comfy, supportive and flattering," she added. Sam said nothing, still holding up the bra in amazement. He was taking genuine delight in the whole scenario, but Lucy couldn't stop her heart from sinking. "That's the price you pay for being fat," she sighed.
"Hey!" Sam said, dropping the bra and walking over to her. "Don't be silly!" He stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her. "It's the price you pay for having such amazing curves!" he corrected, squeezing her tightly and burying his face in her auburn hair. Lucy couldn't help but smile as she felt the warmth of his embrace. After a few seconds, he slid his hands up to grab her boobs and squeezed them enthusiastically. "Seriously, these things are fucking amazing!" he said, with feeling. Lucy laughed and turned to face him, staring up into that gorgeous face and that infectious smile.
"Thanks," she mumbled. "You always know what to say." She stood on tiptoes so she could kiss him. Even when she wore heels, Sam was still a good foot taller than she was. Sam slid his arms around her and she wrapped hers around his neck, pulling him down into the kiss as it became more passionate. The sound of a car pulling up outside could be heard in the background, but neither of them seemed to notice it. She pulled away and looked up into those dark brown eyes and saw the longing as he stared back into her bright, pale green ones. Lucy had always had a high sex drive, but that hungry fire in his eyes drove her wild! All she wanted right now was for him to throw her onto the bed and have his way with her. But then they heard the thump of a car door outside, which broke the spell.
"Okay, okay," Sam said with a deep breath, kissing her on the forehead, "there'll be time for that later. We've got a new bed to break in, after all!" He winked at her, causing her to blush and turn away. She grabbed the rest of the pile of clothes and forced them into the suitcase, closing it just before they heard the knock at the front door. She left the suitcase in the hallway and they went to greet Lucy's mum and begin loading the car.
A few hours later, they were on their third car-load and most of the moving was done. Fortunately, apart from the clothes, Lucy didn't actually own all that much stuff. With the clothes loaded, there was just one thing left to do. She waited for Sam to leave the room and listened as made his way downstairs before pulling the last of the boxes out from their hiding place under the bed.
As she made her way downstairs, carrying the pile of nondescript boxes and a poster tube tucked under one arm, she looked down and saw Sam. He had obviously heard her coming and was standing by the foot of the stairs, waiting to let her pass. She was too busy staring at him, and hoping that he wouldn't ask her about the boxes, that she lost her balance. She narrowly avoided missing a step entirely and managed to stay upright, but some of the boxes went tumbling down the stairs. She heard one of the boxes bounce open and spill its contents across the landing. She panicked; from where she was standing, frozen to the spot, she could see her mum picking up the last box from the kitchen and preparing to follow her. She really didn't want her mum to see what was in the box, but there was no way she could get to it in time.
"Sam!" She hissed. "Quickly, grab those boxes!" Sam was clearly surprised at the urgency in her voice. He dashed up to the landing and froze as he surveyed the scene. The poster tube had lost its lid and from inside it had slipped the handle of what was, unmistakably, a riding crop. It was made of black leather with a ribbon on its handle and a violet heart embroidered on it. The other box that had bounced open had contained a black leather collar and matching cuffs, along with some miniature padlocks and a length of thin-but-non-the-less-sturdy silver chain.
Sam looked up at Lucy, a smirk on his face and his eyebrow raised. He was about to make a remark, but he noticed how red Lucy had gone and saw the panic in her eyes. He quickly stuffed the offending items back into their boxes and hurried down to the car with them.
Nothing else was said as, with the box from the kitchen and the 'special' boxes loaded into the car, the packing was done. After one last sweep of the flat, the three of them climbed into the car and they set off to Lucy's new home.
The new flat was a smaller, one-person affair and Lucy and her mum were unpacking in her bedroom. Lucy had been very careful to stash the incriminating boxes under the bed while her mum wasn't looking. The two of them were currently arguing over the best place to put things and how her dresses should be hung up. Sam thought it best to leave them to it.
"Hey," he said, leaning into the room. "Gimme your PC and I'll get it set up." Lucy pulled her laptop out of its bag and handed it to him. He left the bedroom as Lucy and her mum started bickering about something else and sat on the sofa in the combined kitchen/living area. It didn't take long for him to connect it to the WiFi. By the time the others came through to join him, he had found the website for a local pizza place.