Lingerie was her naughty little secret. Michelle had always been shy. A bookish girl, more interested in her
schoolwork than her social life, she’d been a straight A student her whole
life. That had led to a scholarship at a
great college, but she had always felt a little out of place. In school, she’d never been particularly socialable. While all of the pretty, popular girls were
dating and partying, she had thought herself clumsy and socially awkward. She’d never felt particularly pretty
either. In truth, Michelle didn’t like
her body all that much. Her hips were
too skinny, and her breasts too small.
She rarely bothered with makeup, preferring to hide behind her glasses and
bury her nose in a book. But, for all
that, there was one thing that made her feel glamorous and sexy. Her little secret that gave her a warm
feeling inside and put a little sway into her walk. Michelle loved lingerie. She loved to feel silk against her skin, and
to know that underneath her practical college clothes were scandalously sexy
scraps of lace. The lingerie shops in the mall where her weekend treat, and she
always looked over her shoulder before she went inside, sneaking a quick,
guilty glance around to make sure no-one she knew would see her going inside. Not that she thought anyone would care, but
that tiny twinge of guilt – the feeling that she was doing something naughty –
made it all the more fun. This
particular store was her favorite, selling a wide range of high-end lingerie
along with designer shoes and accessories.
Michelle was engrossed in a rack of things she really couldn’t afford
when she heard a cultured male voice.
“Excuse me, Miss. I’m very sorry
to bother you, but could I possibly ask you something?” The speaker was a tall man, impeccably dressed
in an elegant suit and tie, He was considerably older than she was, but he
could have been anywhere from late thirties to early fifties, for all Michelle
could tell. Michelle blushed when she
realized he’d caught her staring, and hurriedly averted her eyes.
Um. Yes, sure I guess.” “Well, it’s a little embarrassing. You see, I’m trying
to buy some lingerie for…..someone special. To be honest, I’m not terribly good
at this sort of thing, and I’m finding it rather hard to imagine how these
things look.” He gestured at the racks, “They just seem to be scraps of cloth
when they’re on the hangers, and I’m having a lot of trouble finding something
she would like. “Would you mind awfully
just holding these up to yourself for a moment? She’s about your build, and it
would really help me to choose. “I would
ask someone who works here, but…” He and Michelle shared a moment of
understanding as they both looked over at the only person working in the store,
a large, jolly lady who was about three times Michelle’s size. “Yes, I can see why that might now work,” she
replied with a smile. “Sure, I don’t
mind.” He seemed like a sweet guy, she thought, and he was obviously making an
effort to do something nice for his girlfriend.
She had time to kill, so where was the harm? For the next half hour or
so, Michelle chatted amiably with her new friend as the two of them roamed the
store selecting item after item.
Michelle would hold the scraps of silk and lace in position while the
man cocked his head to the side and looked her up and down. They talked about the merits of underwire
bras, and the pros and cons of thing panties as they discussed each
selection. Soon, the man had an armful
of possible candidate items – lingerie, accessories and pairs of shoes, just one to which
Michelle would have to save for a month to buy – and she found that she was
having a lot of fun. It was almost like
shopping with a girlfriend, except for his penetrating stare whenever she held
something up for him to look at, his eyes traveling slowly up and down her
body. Knowing that he was imagining her
wearing nothing but the lingerie as he did so brought a flush to Michelle’s
cheeks. She found herself wondering what
it would be like to really be virtually naked under that searching gaze – to
have him examining her body like that.
“You know, Miss, you’ve really been incredibly kind, and thank you so
much for spending the time to help me
with this,” he said at last. “It’s a lot
better than looking at them on the racks.
“To be honesty though, they do seem a little silly when you hold them up
against your clothes, and I guess I’m not very good at imagining how they’ll
actually look in real life. But, you’ve
really helped me narrow things down quite a bit, so I think I’ll just pick a
few of these things at random, and hopefully I’ll get something she’ll
like.” Michelle frowned a little
disappointed. She’d been having so much
fun, and he really did seem like a nice guy – so distinguished and handsome,
and obviously a real gentleman. Quickly,
before she managed to come up with all the reasons why it was a really bad
idea, she found herself saying, “Well, if you’d like, I could try a few things
on for you.” Blushing furiously, she continued, “I mean, so that you can see
them properly. That is, I can see how hard this is for you, and you really
should get the right thing for your friend.
So, if I can help with that….” There was a stunned pause as both of them
realized what she had offered – to pose for this total stranger wearing nothing
but sheer lingerie. “You’d do that for
me?” he replied, raising his eyebrows in surprise. “Well, that would certainly be a huge
help. But I really wouldn’t want to
impose or make you feel uncomfortable.
Are you sure?” Michelle smiled,
“It’s fine. I think it’s really sweet that you’re putting so much effort into
getting something nice for your girlfriend, and I’m in no particular hurry.”
“Well, as long as you’re sure. Thank you
so much, Miss. You’re very kind.” Michelle checked to see that the shop assistant
was busy in another part of the store, before ducking into the changing booths,
relieved to see that there was no-one else around. “You’d better some into the booth with
me. Men aren’t supposed to be here.”
What she didn’t notice, as she stepped inside, was the complicit look he shared
with the shop assistant, who promptly hung a ‘Closed for lunch’ sign on the
door. The booths had actual doors, and
were easily big enough for the two of them.
Michelle felt a frisson of excitement as he closed and bolted the door
behind them. Now that she was standing
along with him, about to pose virtually nude for this total stranger, she found
herself wondering just how she had managed to get herself into this situation. He had been so charming and unthreatening
outside, in public. Now that the two of
them were alone, Michelle realized just how tall and imposing he was. She could have sworn he hadn’t been that big
outside, in the store. When she looked
at his face, she imagined there was an almost predatory gleam in his eye which
hadn’t been there before. It was just
nerves, she thought to herself. She was
just helping a really nice mad do something special for his girlfriend. With that, she picked up the first of the
items they had chosen earlier. This one
was a fairly modest set consisting of a corset with matching underwear in green
silk. “Just turn around and I’ll try
this one on.” He turned around politely, putting his hands over his face as
Michelle started to undress. She tried
to hide her nerves behind a stream of chatter about the designer, the weather –
anything at all except the situation she had gotten herself into. “OK. You can look, now.” He turned, and just
as she had imagined earlier, Michelle found herself under that intense
gaze. There was no question now that
there was a hunger in the depth of his eyes as he slowly examined her. “Stunning. Simple, stunning.” Michelle
blushed scarlet, unable to meet his eyes.
“Hardly. But thank you for saying
so.” He shrugged, letting this pass. “I think
that’s a keeper. Let’s try the next set.”
The rustle and swish of silk against skin filled the silence as Michelle
changed into a bra and panties of burgundy silk. The fire in his eyes burned hotter this time
when he turned to look at her, and Michelle felt very vulnerable under his
scrutiny. “Turn around for me.” His voice held a note of command now,
replacing his earlier charm and diffidence.
Michelle sensed a thrill of some feeling coursing through her. Fear?
Excitement? Anticipation? Probably something of all of those. He sounded very much like a man who was
accustomed of being obeyed, and she found herself responding immediately. Slowly, Michelle turned around, certain she
could feel the heat of his gaze on her skin.
“Do you like it?” “I’m not sure about this one. Put on the next set for me.” Michelle’s heart
pounded as she considered the set of lingerie which was now at the top of the
pile – a tiny, very sheer bra and thong set which would hide absolutely
nothing. It had seemed like a good
choice when they were roaming the store earlier. Now, the idea of modeling it for him was both
thrilling and daunting, although far less daunting than the thought of refusing
him. “O…..OK.” All too quickly, Michelle
was dressed – if that word could really be applied to a few small triangles of
transparent material held together by thin strings. Michelle caught sight of herself in the
mirror. As he had feared, the lingerie hid
nothing at all. Her traitorously-erect
nipples were very visible through the sheer material of the bra, as were the
small triangle of hair between her legs, and even the lips of her pussy. She looked over her shoulder to check the
view from behind. If anything, it was
even worse. The thin string of the thong
panties disappeared completely between the cheeks of her ass, leaving her
totally exposed. Michelle was mortified,
her cheeks burning with humiliation. As
soon as she told him to turn around and look, she would be utterly exposed
before this strange man, if anything, wearing this lingerie was even worse than
if she were totally naked. The bra and
panties simply drew attention to her most intimate parts, as they were designed
to do, she admitted to herself, while hiding nothing. “I’m ready,” Michelle said. This time, when he turned to look at her,
there was no mistaking the gleam of hot lust in his eyes. Slowly, his gaze traveled up and down her
body, devouring her inch by slow inch.
The silence stretched unbearably, and Michelle found herself compelled
to fill it. “Do you like it?” She felt
like a deer pinned in headlights as he said nothing, just continuing to burn
her with his hot, penetrating stare.
“Shall I turn around for you?”
Without waiting for a reply, just wanting to be out from under that
intense scrutiny, Michelle turned around to present her, in effect, naked ass
to him. She could almost swear she felt
his eyes like laser on her skin, and imagining his expression was almost as
embarrassing as facing it. Turning back
toward him, she smiled shyly as their eyes met for a moment. She desperately wanted to cover herself with
her hands, but she knew that would annoy him.
Or, even worse, disappoint him, and something inside of her recoiled
from the thought. Finally, he broke the
silence, gesturing to the small wooden chair in the corner of the booth. “Sit down.
I think we need to add a couple of things.” Michelle sat, glad to be even just a little
less blatantly on display. He gathered a
few items from the pile, and handed her a pair of sheer, black hold-up
stockings. “Put these one, my dear,” he
said in a gentler tone, a small smile of approval on his lips. A warm wave of contentment swept through
Michelle at the thought that she had pleased him. As she leaned forward to put on the first
stocking, she could see more evidence of his approval, or at least arousal,
presenting itself in the obvious bulge which was making a tent in his
pants. She smiled, pleased that she had
this effect on such a powerful, dominant man.
Pulling on the second stocking, she
mused to herself that this felt like such an intimate act – putting on
underwear with him watching her so appreciatively. She found herself enjoying the sensation,
almost performing for him as she adjusted the tops of the stockings until they
lined up perfectly. The next item he
handed her was a pair of Louboutin stilettos with higher heels than she had
ever worn before. Surprisingly, the
shoes were exactly her size, and Michelle realized with a start that neither of
them had mentioned that ‘friend’ of his for quite some time. Slipping on the shoes, she rose unsteadily to
her feet, reaching out to catch his arm for balance. “Better.” He said, “One more thing, I think.”
He picked up a large costume-jewelry necklace, standing directly in front of
her as he reached behind her neck to fasten it.
His fingers felt very warm on her skin, and Michelle caught a whiff of
his cologne – something warm and spicy, and very masculine. It made her think of leather chairs in front
of an open fire, in a room filled with rare books. Nodding approvingly, he continued, “Now, let
your hair down for me.” Although she usually kept it tied up in a sensible bun,
even Michelle could find fault with her hair.
She knew it was one of her best features. She shook her head as the glossy black waves
cascaded down around her shoulders. He kept his eyes locked to hers as she did
this, and a moment of deep, wordless communication passed between them. Michelle understood that whatever was
happening here had nothing at all to do with a shopping trip. He came to stand right behind her, putting a
hand on her shoulder as he turned her towards the mirror. She shivered at his touch, and then gasped as
she saw her reflection in the mirror.
Instead of the usual studious-looking girl with a clean-scrubbed face
wearing sensible college clothes, the mirror showed her a sultry vixen wearing
heavy makeup, her long black hair falling past her shoulders as she posed,
shockingly dressed in nothing but provocative lingerie. “So my dear.
What do you think?” “That….that’s not me. I don’t look like that.” “On
the contrary. This is exactly how I imagined you, the moment I first laid eyes
on you.” “But…” “Take a good look, and tell me what you see.” Michelle took a
deep breath, and then tried to look dispassionately at the mirror, as if she
were a stranger looking at a picture. “I
see a man and a girl,” she began, hesitantly.
“Go on. Tell me about them.” Her voice gained a little strength as she
continued, describing him first. “He’s
tall, and very well dressed. He looks
successful and powerful. A little older,
but still very handsome.
Distinguished. He looks like the
head of a big company, or something.” He
chuckled, “Flatterer.” His breath was
warm against her skin as he leaned down to murmur into her ear, “Tell me about
her.” “She looks very nervous, a little frightened, maybe. Compared to him, she seems so small. Vulnerable.” “Continue.” A lot of bitterness crept into Michelle’s
voice as he gave her usual, critical assessment of herself, “She’s skinny, with
long dark hair. Not much in the way of
hips or breasts, and her legs are too thin.” “Hmm. Well, that’s definitely now
how I’d describe her,” he replied, his warm hand sill resting on her bare
shoulder. “I’d say she was slender, with
a beautiful figure.” He moved his hand
down from her shoulder as he described her.
The feeling of his warm hand sliding over her skin made Michelle’s heart
pound and her breath catch in her throat.
He continued, “I’d say her hips are just right, which is why she has
such a wonderfully pert little ass.” His hand slid over her hip ad gently
caressed her ass as he said this, softly cupping and squeezing. Michelle’s mouth formed a small O and she
sighed softly. She had been touched
before, of course. She’d had a few
rather unsatisfactory sexual encounters with boys her own age – mostly hurried
fumbles that left her wondering why she had bothered. This couldn’t have been more different. His touch was slow and assured. No rushing,
no nervousness. Michelle felt she was
being played like a musical instrument as his confident hand glided smoothly
over her body, sliding around her waist and along the smooth, flat planes of
her stomach. “I would say her breast
were just the right size, he said, cupping on in his hand. Her hard nipple nestled into his palm,
“perfectly formed, with beautiful nipples.” Gently gripping one in between his
fingers, making her gasp. “And, judging
by how hard they look, I’d say she was quite aroused at the moment. Wouldn’t you, me dear?” She struggled to make her voice work, her
throat suddenly dry, “Y…yes.” She could feel his body at her back, the pressure
of his hard-on pushed against her as he stood behind her with her breast still
cupped in that confident, virtuoso’s hand.
Michelle mind was awhirl. She couldn’t believe this was happening to
her. Just a few short hours ago,
everything had been normal – just another day.
Now, everything was different. Everything
felt incredibly intense; the feeling of his warm hands on her skin, the smell
of him, and the sensation of his strong body pressed against her. She felt his teeth bite gently on the lobe of
her ear, before he murmured, “And, what does she want?” “She wants…she wants to
please him. To do whatever he tells her.”
“Put your hands behind your back,” he said. As instructed, she placed her arms that
way. As instructed, she placed her arms
behind her back, and watched in the mirror as he slid both hands over her body,
caressing her smooth skin as he cupped her breasts, gently rubbing on her
nipples through the sheer fabric of the bra.
She felt as if her nipples were connected directly to her pussy,
electric jolts of pleasure coursing through her as she felt her lips swell. Behind her back, her hands where pressing on
the hard bulge in his pants, and she started slowly rubbing them up and down,
stroking him through his clothes. He pinched both her nipples harder, sending a
quick spike of pain through her body, making her gasp. He started to slide a hand down her belly,
fingertips slipping under the waistband of her thong. Suddenly desperate to be touched there, she
moaned, “Oh yes,” only to groan in frustration as his hand stopped. “What do you want,” “I want…I want you to
touch me.” “Then ask, and ask nicely.” “Please,” she moaned, “please touch me.”
He chuckled, “But I am touching you.” “No,” she moaned, “touch me there. Touch
my…my pussy, please.” Michelle watched
in the mirror, fascinated, as his hand slowly slid beneath the sheer
thong. The touch of his fingertips on
the moist softness of her pussy brought a low moan from deep in her chest, and
he began to slowly stroke up and down the length of her swollen lips. Letting him take control made her feel safe
and, at the same time, more sexually charged than she could ever remember being
in her whole life. His fingers brought
her to the edge of orgasm and held her there, denying her release as she gasped
and moaned. Clutching the hard shaft of
his dick, she begged for release, her mind lost in the images from the
mirror. “Now take off that pretty
underwear.” Michelle hurried to comply, eager to do anything she was ordered to
as she fell deeper and deeper into her role.
Soon, she was standing in nothing but stockings, high heels, and the
necklace. “Good Girl. Now, get down on
your knees.” As Michelle sank gracefully
to the floor. She reached for his cock,
only to pull her hand back as he snapped, “No. Hands behind your back.” “Yes,
sir.” She nodded. One her knees,
obediently keeping her hands clasped behind her back, Michelle surrendered
control to him, letting him fuck her mouth.
The feeling of being used for his pleasure was a warm glow inside
her. His hard dick slid smoothly in and
out of her mouth as she sucked him, the taste and the masculine smell of him
feeling her senses. Taking a chair from the corner of the room, he
positioned it in from of the mirror.
They way he had positioned her, both of them had an excellent view in
the mirror as he knelt behind her.
Michelle felt the tip of his dick brush against the lips of her pussy,
and her eyes drifted closed as she sighed with pleasure. She wanted this so
badly. She felt his hands grip the
cheeks of her ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulled her
hips back, his dick suddenly stretching and filling her. He penetrated her, burying his dick inside
her in one long thrust. “Oh my god. Oh
yessss.” She watched in the mirror, spellbound at the sight of herself getting
royally fucked. His dick postponed in
and out of her, his hands on her hips yanking her backwards, slamming her ass
against his body as he drove himself into her, pounding her pussy. Her body gleamed with sheen of sweat, and she
looked up to meet his eyes in the mirror, rapt at the expression on his face as
he relished the sensations of her tight young body squeezing his shaft. She felt the pad of his thumb rubbing against
her anus. Such intimate contact, coming
so unexpectedly, threw Michelle over the edge.
Her mind exploded in bright flashes of color as she screamed,
wordlessly. Her body shook and spasmed
on the chair, wave after wave of pleasure obliterating all thought. Never had she come so hard, or for so long,
and the feeling of his dick still moving inside her kept her riding the crest
of her orgasm until she thought she might actually pass out. When she could think again, she head
amusement in his voice, “I told you you would be allowed to cum, eventually.”
“Mmm, yes sir, you did.” She said with a smile……….. To Be Continued………
