"Vicky, while I was at the mall today I got a little gift for you today." He smiled, a secret little smile, but Vicky saw it.
"How sweet! Thank you! I think," and her smile was a little wry one, with suspicion and expectation thrown in for good measure.
"Oh, I'm sure you will like this one." This time, as he handed the Les Bon Temps bag, his grin was much less subtle.
Vicky felt herself moisten at his words. She opened the bag. "Why, these are lovely, thank you. You must have been thinking of me, no?" And she kissed him, more for thinking of her than for the lingerie. She held up the bra. "Wait, what is this? This is a 36B. You know I wear a 36C."
"Oh, these little items aren't for you. No, this is just the beginning of this little gift." Now his smile was full on devious. All Vicky's down low things went into red alert mode. Which, as it turned out, was entirely appropriate...
The next day, after a slow and sleazy morning, Sean sat up …."Time to go shopping, Vicky."
"Shopping? Why on earth do you want to go shopping? What are we shopping for?"
"We are going shopping for fun, kitten, now get your butt out of that bed and get cleaned up. Real cleaned up, if you get my drift." He winked at her as he undid the cuffs on her hands and legs.
Vicky got the drift. She raced through the shower, taking only a brief moment to tweak her nipples, though she did spend a moment or two longer than required as she shaved her pussy. Not even knowing what Sean had in mind, she didn't need the shower to be wet down there. Whatever he planned, it would be fun and most likely someone would get fucked. Actually, with Sean in charge, everyone would get fucked sooner or later. And that thought only made her hotter.
Sean and Vicky arrived at the mall just after two. Sean had the Les Bon Temps bag, but Vicky didn't know exactly why. Sean angled them across the mall to the front of Les Bon Temps, and then peered in the window.
"Good, she's here and apparently alone."
"Who's here and alone?"
"Monica, the clerk. Her aunt owns the store."
"Why does it matter if she's alone?"
"Come along, kitten, all will be clear." His most devious grin tightened up Vicky's nipples. She knew what that grin meant - the game was afoot!
They entered the store and Sean greeted the clerk. "Hello, Monica!"
Monica turned to Sean and Vicky, surprised to see him, yet relieved and a bit excited that he was in the store again. "Good afternoon, Sir! I am so glad to see you again! And is this your girlfriend?" Monica really didn't care who accompanied Sean, she just talked to be polite, but... Vicky could not that readily be dismissed. Tall for a woman, with an understated lusciousness to her figure that caused a twinge of jealousy in Monica, Vicky, too, had presence.
"Monica, meet Vicky." Vicky and Monica shook hands. Vicky sported a genuine smile, but Monica wore one a little more forced. Her fantasies of the night before, such as they were, did not include Sean's girlfriend. "We've come to return the items I purchased yesterday. It turns out Vicky is a little larger than you, and the bra doesn't fit." Vicky smiled to herself. Sean lived for these kinds of hunts. Thrills ran up and down her spine, as well as in other, more intimate, places, while she examined the object of this particular hunt.
Monica had dressed a little more sharply than the prior day. Not that she expected Sean back, it just felt right. She didn't own anything exactly sexy, but she did own a nice blue silk jacket and matching skirt, and along with a blindingly white boat neck silk blouse, she definitely looked good. Very good, and the fact she'd put contacts in only upped the amperage. Business had been good, too, at least as compared to her past experiences. Several men had stopped in at lunch and purchased relatively expensive gifts for their wives or girlfriends. More than a couple of them had clearly been ogling her. She couldn't decide if she liked being ogled, or if it pissed her off. Her nipples knew the answer, though. They liked it.
Women, too, had come in and made purchases. They hadn't ogled her, at least not most of them (the women that did ogle her made her blush beet red - almost worse than Sean!), but they had measured her with their glances, and not found too much wanting because their purchases were much greater in both number and value than in prior days and weeks.
So it had been a good day even before Sean got there. The commission on the day's sales just added a little glitter to the first really good day in a long, long time.
Sean could see all of this as if it happened in front of him, and an electric thrill went through him. He pulled Vicky close and whispered to her, "Just work with me. We are all going to have fun!"
"Monica, I'd like to find something that fits Vicky and then I'll trade you out for what I purchased yesterday, okay?"
"Yes, Sir, that will be fine." Monica almost glowed with pleasure in the day and in Sean's presence. Sean and Vicky wandered off to find something that would fit.
Vicky whispered to Sean, "You can't return the panties."
"I know," he whispered. "It's part of the plan."
"What did you do to her yesterday? She's started practically vibrating in place as soon as she saw you. And she's gorgeous! How did you pick her?"
"I just chatted her up a bit yesterday. I think she liked it." That bad boy grin flashed across his face. "You should have seen her yesterday. She could not have looked more mousy even if she tried. Granny pants and a jog bra! But I think we are going to change all that! Isn't she gorgeous?"
"Granny pants and job bra? How do you know that?" Vicky felt her pussy get just a little damp knowing that Sean had seen that much, and maybe more.
"Oh, you know, she offered to be my model for what would fit you, and then one thing led to another, and the next thing you know, she's holding her skirt up above her waist. It just happens." He shrugged like it happened all the time, but they both knew it didn't happen all the time. Some connection had been made, something real and vital. "And then she told me what kind of bra she wore." He smiled at the recollection. "Vicky, I got hard just talking to her, and after she showed me the wet spot in those granny pants? Wow!" Yes, Monica was a rare find, and Vicky found herself focused on the hunt just like Sean.
Sean had a specific kind of bra and panty set in mind for today's little adventure. "Vicky, what we need is a half cup demi bra, you know, the kind that doesn't cover your nipples, and matching panties with no crotch or maybe a zipper or lace up crotch." As Les Bon Temps did more than give a nod to the smutty, even if kept at the back of the store, they soon found what they looked for.
"Hey, Monica, I think Vicky found something she likes.."
"Something I like?" she whispered.
"Shhhhh. You will like it, I promise," he whispered back and then carried on with Monica,. "... can she take them back and try them on?"
"Sure, Sean." Vicky gave him a look that said " Sean? " but he waved her off. "Vicky can use any of the fitting rooms."
"Thanks, sweetheart!" At another look from Vicky, he whispered, "Look, you have to entice them a little." She laughed at that. "Really! I'm serious!" She laughed again, but she knew it to be true. She also knew that with every passing minute the erotic tension in the store increased. And that was a very, very good thing.
Sean and Vicky headed to the fitting rooms. The two rooms sat in a little curtained alcove, and each one had its own curtain. Sean directed Vicky to the one that could be seen immediately upon opening the main curtain.
Vicky proceeded to change lingerie. With help, of course. "Here, let me help you with that." Sean pulled off Vicky's top and slid the straps of her bra and the bra itself down so that her arms were trapped at her sides.
His lips immediately went to one sensitive nipple, his tongue making circles around and around, and then he bit her, sharply. Her head bowed backwards, and a gasp, followed by a low moan, escaped her.
As he lavished attention on one nipple and then the other, each breast, really, biting, pulling, kissing, he also unzipped her skirt and let it slide to the floor, followed quickly by her lace panties. Soon he had his left arm around her back, capturing both arms, his lips teasing a luscious pink breast, his hands circling her pussy, teasing her clit, dipping in between her inner labia to bring her own lubrication to the surface. "More, Sean, more! I want your dick in me, please! God, what if she comes in! What if a customer comes in? Do it quick! Fuck me now!"
"I hope she does come in, kitten, or other plans will have to be made!" He kept teasing her, finally relenting but not in the way Vicky desired. Not yet anyway. Releasing her, he stepped back and picked up the half cup bra and crotchless panty. "Let's get these on you, shall we?"
"But... but..."
"Not to worry, kitten. Looky here." Sean slowly undid the zipper to his pants and allowed his erection to spring free from his boxers. "This is for you, just as soon as you are dressed."
Vicky needed no other encouragement. The panty, the bra, the skirt and the top were back on in record time. She pulled Sean close and stroked his hard, hard erection, which Sean hadn't bothered to put away.
