Over time, she permits him glimpses of the details of her life. Her real life. The life on the other side of the emails and the late-night on-line rendezvous and the furtive telephone calls. She tells him about the place she works, the attic storeroom, accessible by a single, narrow creaking staircase. She describes how she sometimes escapes up there, to look out from the single dusty window, across the rooftops to the rolling green of the horizon.
One day, she admits that sometimes, she goes up to the attic so that she can masturbate.
“When was the last time you made yourself come up while you were up there?” he asks.
“Yesterday.”
“What inspired the need for release?”
She hesitates. “It was a customer. An attractive blonde, in her thirties. She came up to the counter, and with the sun shining behind her, I could see the outline of her breasts through her white blouse. She wasn’t wearing a bra. When she leant forward to hand me her credit card, her blouse stretched taut across her breasts, and I saw that she had the most beautiful nipples: dark circles, their centres just hard enough to make the cotton bulge. I couldn’t stop myself from imagining rolling them gently between my thumbs and forefingers, softly kissing them and licking them in turn. I could feel myself getting moist. And then she looked up at my face, and she knew. She knew. I could see it in her eyes, in her expression. For a second, I actually thought about reaching out, taking her by the hand and leading her up to the attic, so that I could undress her and make slow love to her in the stifling heat. I so wanted us to lick the sweat from each other’s bodies.”
“And so what happened?” he asks, sounding more eager than he’d intended.
“She paid for her goods, took back her credit card and left.”
He nods, even though she can’t see the gesture. “And so you slipped off to the attic to pleasure yourself while you thought about doing the same to her.”
“Yes.” She pauses. “Does that make me wanton?”
“Very much so.”
“Good.”
Now it’s his turn to hesitate. “Did you undress yourself completely? Were you naked when you came?”
“No. I just kicked off my trousers. I left my panties on. I like the tightness of the cotton against my cunt as it swells and opens, to feel my panties getting wetter and wetter as my excitement grows. It seems naughtier somehow, dirtier … almost illicit. Does that make any sense?”
“Yes.”
“Sometimes … sometimes I like to ease my panties part way down my legs, and leave them around the middle of my thighs. I can feel the fresh air against my cunt, and being part exposed like that … it makes me feel … abandoned. Wanton. Whorish.” There’s another silence. “I love feeling like that.”
“I know you do,” he says softly. And in that very instant, his plan is conceived.
The lingerie store smells of sandalwood. He finds himself torn between the unabashed sensuality of black, and the alluring innocence of white. He wonders which colour will enable her to find the whore inside herself more readily.
In the end, he settles on white. There’s seduction in the idea of corrupting something ostensibly pure. He chooses a pair of panties that are almost too modest for the purpose he’s buying them.
“Would you like to take them gift wrapped?” the young sales assistant asks him.
“For sure.” His gaze eats her up in milliseconds. The name badge above her left breast says Verity. I’d like to take you gift wrapped, Verity, he thinks. “Would you put this card inside the package first, though?”
“Of course.”
He holds the card out to the assistant so that she’ll be able to read his handwritten note if she glances down.
She takes the card, and her eyes instinctively drop. He watches with pleasure as the colour rises in her cheeks.
I want you to slip these on very slowly. And then I want you to mould them to your cunt, and think of my hand on you, my tongue tasting you, my cock inside you.
Make these panties wetter than any you’ve ever worn before.
And then mail them back to me.
The girl’s quivering hands drop the card atop the virgin panties, and then quickly cover both over with scarlet tissue paper. She finishes wrapping the lingerie, swallows, and asks him for the requisite amount without meeting his gaze. He hands her a crisp twenty pound note from his wallet, picks up his package and turns to leave.
“Sir! You’ve forgotten this!”
He looks back over his shoulder to where Verity is holding out his change. He smiles, turns his back upon her and continues towards the exit.
No, Verity. I never forget a thing.
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Wonderful ! It is such a vivid snapshot of a real life situation, it remembered me so sweet and intense moments… Thank you once again, EA, your style is so perfect.
Again, you’re welcome, AM - and thank you…
~EA
Oh. My. I love the wanton abandon and how you toyed with the shop girl. Such a little devil…
You wouldn’t believe the wicked streak I have, Sexpot…
~EA
I like to take all my clothes off, that makes me feel naughtier. You can’t cover up as quick if you hear footsteps on the stairs…
Now that *is* naughty, N. I approve…
~EA
Years ago, when I worked in retail, customers like you were one of the few (but intensely pleasurable) experiences to be found in the work.
Brought a blush to my cheeks even now. Is that bad?
No, it’s not bad. As far as I’m concerned, it’s very, very good…
~EA
Oh, I can believe it… and what a wonderful thing to have!
It does have it’s advantages…
~EA
You are a very creative man. I’d love to receive a package like that in the mail. Although maybe you should have sent an Easily Aroused thong.
Oh, I’m sure you know only too well that buying lingerie in public is a pleasure in itself, Fille…
~EA
And once again I feel so exposed reading your posts - not as exposed as I’d like
though - as if you’d seen me through a peep hole. Thanks for another beautiful one EA.
You’re welcome, Aurea. And thank you for another glowing compliment…
~EA
I do tend to wriggle out of my bottoms as I go…
Now there’s an image to toy with…
~EA
You always manage to capture the excitement I feel , and you always add details to make the scenes even more erotic….I want to turn all those fantasies we’ve had into a reality.
I’d like that, Izzy. Very much…
~EA
I wonder if Verity has an attic room where she works, or if she had to wait until she got home…
I have to admit a certain curiosity as to what facilities Verity has access to as well, Z…
~EA
Oh my. Lingerie shops bring orgasmic joy to my fingertips. I once spent an afternoon in one being chased around by a very helpful employee who asked me repeatedly to try items of her choice on for her.
Although, I must say, I would have preferred a trip to a secret room. It’s a shame all places of work don’t have one.
Perhaps they do, Goldy. You just need to be told where the magic doors are…
~EA
Where do I sign on the dotted line to change my name to Verity ?
Right here, Red…
~EA
Mmmm, I like this one. I love dirty talk and remember a time I received a similar note. Very hot, very hot indeed! x
Tempted to share the tale on your blog, Princess?
~EA
YUMMY!
Shopping for lingerie will never be the same, Thank you ever so much! Delicious and makes me wiggle in my chair just to read this one.
You do write the most marvelous stories.
You’re very kind, Lea. Thank you…
~EA
Very hot post. There’s one or two shop clerks I’d like to buy a gift for.
Why not go ahead and spoil one of them then, Fury? Hell, why not spoil them both?
~EA
Definitely moistened my knickers
Would I cheapen myself if I admitted that that was the desired effect, Lolly?
~EA
I still adore your writing.
Sighing ~
Thank you so much, JanetMarie…
~EA
Very powerful stuff.
I have just discovered this place and i know that the words here will feed me. Thank you so much.
You’re very welcome, Scarlett - I’m delighted to be able to feed you…
~EA
It’s actually one of the fantasies I have….
I dreamed of being tied to a tree and tortured slowly by a man..I think I would have withered on the spot because I’m that hyper….
I have withered in many of the plays of done with my partner…it gets so intense that I nearly faint…
THANKS SO MUCH, IT WAS SO HOT!!!
You’re very welcome…
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