Eve smiled at her reflection in the mirror. Her chocolate eyes had darkened a little with nerves but brightened as her teeth showed in her red lipstick smile. With a slender hand, she tousled her hair and let her curls hang with a bounce before tugging on a red hat and wrapping a scarf around her neck.

Her bust was noticeable beneath her boat necked plum jumper, and her petite build was complimented with jeans that showed the curve of her hips and buttocks. She tucked the lace of her black thong down before grinning mischievously; she kicked off the jeans and took off the thong, catching a glimpse of her shaved black pubic pattern.

Tucking the thong into her coat pocket, she pulled the jeans back on and slipped her feet into black ankle boots before putting on her coat. She was meeting Channing at a coffee shop of her choice before their planned afternoon and evening together, he wanted to show her around the seaside town and if her nerves allowed her to relax, she would enjoy it.

Eve stood at five foot two with bare feet but just reached five foot six with the heels boosting her small stature, her legs were slender in the jeans as she caught some attention walking through the hotel lobby and out onto the street. Having arrived earlier that day she had checked in and would be staying at the hotel for that night before making her way back to Kent the next day. Her detoured trip up north was purely to meet Channing while seeing a new neck of England to the areas she had already explored.

The coffee shop Eve had chosen was small and tucked away on a road off the main high street of the town. Entering, she ordered a hazelnut latte and retreated to one of the low armchairs in the corner. She was tucked away enough that she would have a clear view of Channing when he arrived but could easily blend into the background of the place, a familiar CD played while she waited the ten minutes before he was due to appear.

Channing was ten years her senior, in a well earning job which relied on being offshore for two weeks each month. He was, however, a regular correspondent after meeting on a dating site, and chemistry had led to their decision to meet.

Channing entered in his leather Harley Davidson motorcycle jacket and jeans. At just under six foot with a broad shouldered build of solid muscle, he was a mountain of masculinity. Eve felt her body flush with arousal as he smiled; blue eyes and short dark blond hair with a warm face endeared him to her with ease. She stood as he approached, her mouth suddenly going dry despite the latte she had been drinking up until his arrival. Channing inhaled slowly, she was identical to the photos he had seen of her, her smile however was alive as she greeted him with a tiptoed peck on his cheek.

“Hello Channing.”

“Hi Miss Eve,” he kissed her cheek and drew her into a nervous hug. Her hands found their way to his waist, feeling the solidity of his build beneath his jacket; she blushed at the man she had grown fond of in their correspondence.

They made conversation for the best part of an hour before leaving the coffee shop, meandering through the town; they fell into step with her hand in the crook of his arm while walking along the beach. Conversation drifted from topic to topic until they returned to the high street, on noticing her attention towards a set of lingerie in a shop window, Channing persuaded her to enter with him. Eve looked at the set she had first seen and engaged in conversation with a sales assistant before going to try it on. The sales assistant then turned her attention to him.

“You’re the boyfriend I presume?” Her face was friendly and open to just making polite conversation but Channing felt a shiver of unease run through him, he couldn’t answer that question with a lie, but nor did he want to make Eve appear in a negative light.

“Yes,” he glanced in the direction of the dressing rooms, “What is she trying on?”

“The midnight blue set in the window,” the woman answered before sweeping her hand in the direction of the shelves of merchandise, “Does anything catch your eye for her?”

Channing mused over the shelves briefly before noticing a lacy red lingerie range, he walked over to it and felt the softness of the lace over the sheer fabric.

The range included a thong, panties in two cuts, three bra styles as well as a chemise for nightwear, all of the items would look divine on Eve.

“She looked around a size six or eight, we stock the smaller sizes here as an exclusive boutique, does one of these catch your fancy?”

“I like the chemise, the lace over the sheer body is seductive but elegant-like Eve, it has a vintage look too. Do you have her bra size?”

“We do, the bra she just took into the fitting room was a 28E, we have these bras in three styles,” the woman picked out the three items, “We have a full cup bra, a three quarter and a balcony, all of them are non-padded, the only difference is the amount of cleavage shown. The balcony will cover the nipple but gives maximum cleavage with support, the three quarter shows less but can be more comfortable for some women. It depends on what your girlfriend prefers.”

“What is it that I prefer?” Eve asked returning into the shop with the lingerie in hand, she looked at the bras before pointing to the balcony, “I like that one,” she looked over the panties and thong before selecting the Brazilian cut, “It shows a lot of cheek but is elegant. What have you been doing Channing?”

“I just saw these and thought they’d be attractive on you,” Channing felt heat rise but relaxed as she laughed and went back to the dressing room with the items in hand.

“Did you like the chemise also?”

“I do yes,” he checked the label, “Can I pay for this now, while she changes?”

“Of course, unless you’d prefer her to try it on first?”

“No, I’d like to surprise her with it as a gift for later on.”

Channing proceeded to pay for the chemise before leaving the sales assistant to wrap it discreetly before Eve returned with a smile and both lingerie sets in hand,

“Do you like them?”

“Both of them, the red set is gorgeous on, the blue is just more comfortable though pretty.”

“Would you like the blue set?”

“I might get it another time,” Eve shrugged, “It’s pretty but not urgent.”

“Did the red set fit okay?”

“Hugs like a charm.” Eve smiled while touching the lingerie again, “I’ll order them online or wait for the sales.”

“No need,” Channing flourished his debit card and bought both sets before she could argue, taking the bag with all the items inside, he presented it to Eve, “A gift for you my lady.”

Eve blushed as they walked through the town and back to her hotel, Channing insisted on buying her flowers for the room and pampering her further with a new perfume and shoes. Passing a shop window with an elegant vintage style red dress, he ushered her to try it on as it would be perfect for the dinner he had planned that evening. Eve relented on seeing how beautiful the dress looked with the heels matching it perfectly and let him treat her again, she wondered why he was being so kind but relaxed and enjoyed the company.

It was nice to feel spoilt by a man for a change, especially by one so generous; shyly, she slipped her hand into his and blushed on feeling him look down at her. He let go of her hand and instead put his arm around her, drawing her into his side to kiss her cheek.

Eve and Channing returned to the hotel for Eve to change into the red lingerie, dress and shoes before dinner. The modest neckline of the dress flattered her bust while keeping her cleavage covered before the dress nipped in at her waist before skimming down the curve of her hips to fall elegantly on her knee.

She looked like a siren from the 1920s, a period of which Channing knew she loved the fashion and glamour. He exchanged his motorcycle jacket for a formal suit jacket over his crisp shirt and jeans, he wanted her to enjoy the evening with leisure. The Thai restaurant would be delicious for their meal, and he hoped that with the evening going well, he would be able to kiss her good night before sharing the room with her that night.