New Lingerie
by
peppercorn
I opened my eyes, and there she lay, next to me, head resting upon her soft pillow. Little did she realize how beautiful she looked in the early morning light. Golden waves of her shimmering hair cascaded down upon the curve of her bare shoulders. How I longed to touch her, but feared waking her and spoiling my private moment. My tentative hand reached forward, causing her skin to dimple under the press of my fingertips.
I watched her as she breathed in and out, peacefully dreaming of who knows what. They must have been sweet dreams, as I watched the curl at the corner of her soft lips make a tiny smile, betraying her happiness. Watching her like this was so special to me, smelling both our sensual fragrances from the passionate night we had shared under the wrinkled bedcovers.
My hand could no longer resist softly caressing her bare bottom, silky and round, the one she had given to me last evening. I looked on in reverence at the gentle curve of her hip as it traveled up to the full swell of her rounded breast. So much beauty in such a petit package! Surely I must be dreaming as well!
But, no, I knew I was not. I knew just how lucky I was that she had chosen me to be the one. And I knew how much care I must put into tending to her needs and making her happy. That was when I decided I would take a trip to the lingerie store.
I got up quietly and went down to the kitchen to cook her a special breakfast. Fried eggs and toast, sausage, two kinds of jam, apricot juice, all arranged to perfection upon the wooden tray. I quietly brought the tray to the bedroom and set it upon the nightstand. Leaning over my Amanda, I gently kissed her forehead, bringing her slowly out of her slumber and back into my world.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” I chuckled in her direction.
She opened those lovely wide eyes and smiled at me, yawning.
“Hi, there. Is it morning already?”
I held up the breakfast tray and asked her to sit. A look of delight spread over her as she sat, modestly adjusting the blanket over her beautiful full breasts. I lowered the tray across her lap and told her I was going to take a short drive into town.
“ Why don’t you have something to eat, and then have a nice hot bath. By the time you are done and dressed, I should be back again.”
“Okay, sounds great, thanks,” she replied, being still too groggy to show much curiosity.
I adjusted the radio so that she could have some soft music with her meal and walked downstairs to the car. The lingerie shop was only a few miles into town, and it wouldn’t take me long to find what I was looking for. I parked my car and entered the shop with the silky apparel in the window. I wanted to purchase a deep red bustier like the one they had on display only last week. It would look really sexy against Amanda’s soft, pale skin.
The lady behind the counter looked very familiar and it made me feel uneasy. I walked into the back and selected the garment I was looking for, in a size six, just perfect for my Amanda. As I approached the register to pay for my purchase, I began to get a clearer image of the cashier. Yes she had short-cropped bleached hair, and I remembered it long and black, and yes, she was about eight years older and about 20 pounds heavier, but it was Marlene, definitely Marlene. Marlene and I had dated, briefly, back at college, and then she had moved away suddenly. I hadn’t spoken to her since then, but my body certainly remembered the hot few nights we had shared back in those days.
I approached the counter with a half-smile.
“Marlene?” I asked, hesitatingly. “How are you?”
“Bobby? Is that really you?”
“Last I looked,” I told her nervously, with a laugh. “What are you doing back here?”
“I’m staying with my aunt for the summer, so I took this job for a few months. You look as good as ever!”
“Thanks, you do too, but different. I wasn’t sure it was you, at first.”
“Yeah, a few things are different.”
She paused, changing the subject.
“You must know a cute, tiny thing, to be able to fit into that one,” she said, pointing to the bustier.
“Yes, it’s a surprise.”
“You know, there are no returns after being worn,” she reminded me.
“Not to worry, I know her size like the back of my hand.”
Marlene just glanced at me, looking at me from head to toe. She rang up my purchase and began to pack it into a bag. Reaching for my credit card, our hands touched briefly, and she said what I had been dreading.
“We were good together, back then, weren’t we?”
There was a hopeful tone in her voice. I looked into her eyes and felt the familiar tightness as I strained inside my pants, a feeling I didn’t want to have right now. The memories were still there, and pretty vivid ones, at that. Not wanting to seem rude or to hurt her feelings, I smiled while answering.
“Yes, it was very nice.”
Had I wanted to, I know I could have started things back up again, just from the way Marlene was looking at me. But I had Amanda, and I was happy, for once. I told myself not to do something foolish.
Clearing my mind of the memory, I quickly added, “I’m involved with someone now,” as if that explained all my feelings. “It was nice to see you again.”
I took my credit card and my package and made a hasty retreat out the door of the shop to my car. The entire ride back I thought about Marlene, the passion we had once shared, and how different she had seemed to me now. But I knew my world was with Amanda, and I knew what I wanted, what I needed.
I parked in the driveway and hurried inside with my gift to where Amanda was waiting for me. The look of excitement on her face as I handed her the package reassured me I had made the right choice.
“I hope you like it,” I offered, as she opened it.
“Oh, it’s beautiful! Can I go try it on?”
Before I could answer her she had pulled off her clothing and I watched as she gracefully fastened the bustier. As she pulled it all the way on, I could see what a perfect fit it was, hugging her body like a new fancy skin.
“What do you think, Bobby?”
“You look fantastic – so sexy!”
I couldn’t stop staring at how beautiful Amanda was, the red of the fabric enhancing her natural shimmer. Then, as if the new outfit had given her a newly found energy, Amanda turned to me and spoke.
“You know, you forgot to include dessert with that breakfast.”
She growled softly under her breath as she approached me. Quickly unzipping my pants, she had me out of them in record time. Her hands squeezed my butt firmly, as she used her tongue to make me snap to attention. Long, hot strokes were expertly delivered, letting me know just how pleased she was with her gift. I closed my eyes, grabbing her head softly as Amanda’s lips circled my growing length. I felt her tongue tease the tip, running softly around and underneath, before she took me all the way into the back of her throat. She lovingly coddled me for the few minutes it took me to realize there was some urgency within her too. As she drew back her mouth, she came closer, guiding me into her still-swollen wetness.
Pressed up against me, she felt so hot inside. The lace trim at the bottom edge of the bustier tickled my skin as she raised and lowered her hips. Her thrusts were forceful, and I could feel her tightening around me. My hands reached for her breasts and my fingers slipped inside the bustier. Amanda called out as I felt her contractions ripple along my shaft. She moved at a frenzied speed now, beyond all control of her body or her emotions. Her hands held me tightly as I felt the pull of her body draw the sudden surge out from me. I exploded inside her as her exhausted body came to rest against mine.
We held each other for what seemed like hours, enjoying the comfort of each other’s warmth.
“You know, I’ve never been thanked quite like that, Amanda,” I whispered. “I guess I’ll have to get you lingerie more often.”
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Mon, 31st May, 2010
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