Sandra moved down the aisle slowly, stopping every now and again to feel the material of a garment. She thought about how it would feel against her skin; she imagined how the panties would hug her flesh and how the bra would hold her firm breasts. Sometimes she would take a hanger off the rail and hold it up to picture it on her. “What would Steve say when he saw her in this?” she would say to herself.
She grabbed a black and red lace panty and bra set off the rail and began to hold it up when she suddenly felt his presence next to her. She lowered the hanger and held it at her side as if to hide it. “Look I am sorry to trouble you but I could do with some advice,” he told her.
She looked at him. He was tall and handsome and about the same age as she; she also noticed that he wore a wedding ring.
“I know that this may sound strange and perhaps be out of place but I am trying to buy some underwear for my wife and I could do with a woman’s take on what I should get her. I have all her measurements but I just don’t know what to get her,” he explained.
Sandra looked surprised by his approach.
“I..... I bought her a thong a few Christmases ago and she looked at it with disgust then just buried it at the back of her underwear drawer.”
She smiled. “I would probably do the same,” she told him. “Men have no idea sometimes when it comes to buying ladies underwear.”
He returned her smile. “So what would you recommend?” he asked her.
“I can’t really recommend anything,” she told him. “Underwear is a very personal choice.”
“I know,” he told her.
She could see that he was troubled. “What does she buy for herself? Sandra asked him.
“Hmm... pretty much plain stuff. More Bridget Jones than Victoria's Secret,” he replied.
She smiled. “And you want her in something sexier I take it?” she asked.
He smiled.
“Ah well that’s where the danger lies,” she told him. “You would probably buy her something that in her opinion makes her look like a tart. A lot of women don’t like that.”
“So what do I do then?” he asked her.
Sandra shrugged her shoulders. “I would get her some perfume. Always a safe bet.”
He smiled. “Yeah maybe you’re right,” he said looking down at the hanger in her hand.
Sandra caught his gaze and pulled it tighter against her. “That looks okay but I would go for this,” he said picking off a hanger from the rail.
The colours were very much similar but the panty style was different. The sides were cut away leaving a patch of black silk laced with red frills covering the groin area with a larger patch to cover the bottom area. Sandra looked at him as he stood there holding out the hangar.
“Sorry, I’m out of order aren’t I?” he told her as he put the hanger back on the rail.
“Yes, but that’s okay,” she told him as she reached for the hanger. For some reason she was finding it erotic talking about underwear with this man.
“So this would do it for you then if you were my hubby?” she found herself asking him.
He stepped forward and took the lacy gusset between finger and thumb. “Very much so,” he replied.
“Would your wife wear something like this?” she asked him.
He shook his head. “Never in a million years,” he said with such certainty.
Sandra held it up and looked at it for a few minutes.
“I am sure that it would perk him up seeing you in that” he commented.
She smiled and found herself glancing down towards his groin. She could see that it was also perking him up as well. “Hmmmmm... not so sure,” she told him. “Problem is with underwear is that you can’t try it on first and see how it looks.”
He leant a little closer. “I have a hotel room nearby. You could always use that and if you don’t like them bring them back and just say that you want to exchange them,” he said quietly.
She was shocked by his suggestion.
“Sorry!” he told her. “I keep putting my foot into it don’t I?” he added responding to the look on her face.
“It’s okay,” she told him. “It......it is a nice idea though,” She added. “I want to surprise my husband on our anniversary this weekend. There is a skirt on the next aisle I quite like and a top as well,” she told him.
“You are very welcome to use it if you want.”
Sandra stood and thought about it for a few moments. “If I take you up on the offer you won’t take it the wrong way will you?” she asked him. “I mean it’s not an invitation.......”
“Look,” he interrupted. “It’s easy to see that you are not that sort of woman. You can use the room and I will stay well out of the way in the bar.”
She smiled. “Thanks,” she said turning to go to the next aisle.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” he said.
Sandra turned.
“Stockings!” he said. “You are forgetting stockings. You want to give him an anniversary to remember then wear stockings. Believe me I am a man and know just how pleased he will be to see you in them.”
Sandra smiled. “Of course.”
“And this will go well with it as well,” he told her handing her a matching suspender belt.
“Of course,” she told him.
She took them from him and then went to the stocking and tights section with him following on. “I suppose you would go for fishnets?” she said to him.
“Definitely,” he told her. "But if you are going to be in public then I would give them a miss. They look a bit tarty even though we men love to see them.”
Sandra agreed.
“These lacy top ones look nice,” he told her as he handed a packet to her.
“I agree,” she told him as she moved away.
He followed her to the next aisle and to the skirts section. She held up a red and black pleated tartan skirt. She didn’t need to ask him what he thought about it. His eyes were almost popping out of his head. “If he doesn’t turn up for his anniversary can I come instead?” he said to her.
Sandra laughed. She was enjoying his company now. She felt quite sexy taking him around with her as she shopped for a night of sex. She went on to the next aisle and chose a red lacy top and then headed for the shoe section before going to the checkout. She placed them down on the counter and let the counter assistant scan and place them in the carrier bag. The girl told her the cost and he suddenly stepped forward with his credit card. “I will get these,” he told her.
Sandra protested but he insisted and to save making a scene she gave in.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” she told him. “You shouldn’t be buying me clothes.”
He halted her protestations. “Yes I know it isn’t the done thing but I just wanted to thank you for your help.”
She followed him to the hotel and to his room on the second floor. “Take your time,” he told her. “I will be in the lounge bar when you are ready to leave,” he told her and handed her the room key.
Sandra sat down on the bed after he had closed the door behind him. She felt good. It had all been so illicit. A man chatting her up and then helping her choose underwear; not only paying for it but also allowing her to use his hotel room to try the clothing on. She stood up and laid the garments on the bed and then went to the bathroom. She liked the idea of taking a shower first. She wondered if he would mind and also wondered if she could trust him. Would he come back while she was showering or even dressing? He seemed a decent sort of guy so she went for it. There were clean towels and flannels for her to use and she was sure that he wouldn’t mind.
In the shower she washed and ran her hand over her mound. She felt good. It was all so illicit; so out of the ordinary. She could forget that she was a wife and mother. It was late afternoon, she had time on her hands and she was in a hotel room with a man waiting in the bar for her.
She could feel bristles on her mound; it had been a couple of days since she had last shaved. She spotted his razor resting by the wash basin. “Would he mind her using it?” she wondered.
She stepped out of the shower and picked it up. It took just a few minutes to make her mound smooth again. She wondered what he would say if he knew that she had used his razor on her most intimate places. She didn’t care though; she felt sexy; she felt good. Sandra hadn’t felt like this for ages.
She dressed slowly; putting on a garment and then standing back and looking at herself in the long wardrobe mirror. Bra first and then panties. They did look good. He was right, the thigh cut made them look even sexier. She put on the suspender belt and then sat in the chair and put on the stockings before going to stand in front of the mirror again. She wondered what the man downstairs in the bar waiting for her would say if he could see her now. Sandra could feel herself getting moist from her sexual excitement.
After a few minutes she snapped out of her thoughts and slipped on the top and the skirt and then stepped into her red heels. She stood in front of the mirror again and wondered if she should go down stairs to him so that he could her in her new clothes. “He might get the wrong ideas,” she thought. “But there again he had paid for them all; shoes; skirt; top; stockings; suspenders; bra and panties. He had a right to see them, well the outer garments at least!”
Sandra decided to go and join him in the bar for a few minutes before returning to the room to change again. She tidied up her makeup and then went downstairs. The look on his face said it all. He looked gobsmacked. “That husband of yours is one lucky bastard,” he told her.