Laundery shopping. I had never been to such a big lingerie shop before. This place blew my local mall's

Victoria's secret out of the water. It was a massive store, filled with lace teddies, garter belts, and stockings,

and the most beautiful, intricate bra and panty sets I'd ever seen. Everything was so luxurious and

gorgeous. What color do you like best? asked Vic, his hand on my lower back. What do you like to see me in?

I want to get something you love. I smiled at him, and he raised his eyebrows. He was clearly

excited at the prospect of being able to pick out something sexy for me to wear, to suit

his preference. We walked around the store, looking at every available item, until finally

Vic picked up a lacy white bodysuit. It was so sheer it was nearly seethru, with a thong up the back.

It was very sexy, and definitely my style.

I knew the white would look great against my tan skin.

It was simple, but then again, Vic was a simple man.

You would look incredible in this, he said, holding it up to my body.

He brushed a dark curl behind my ear and lifted my head up to give me a kiss.

Don't forget that anything you want is my treat, he said, his dark brown eyes sparkling as they looked into mine. I wanted to

melt on the spot. We headed for the dressing room, which was just a row of stalls in the back of the

store, with floor-length curtains instead of doors. Since there were no workers nearby, I made the

split decision to pull Vic into the dressing room with me. I knew it was against the rules,

but I couldn't resist. Vic couldn't take his eyes off me as I slipped the body suit on. It fit me like a glove, the thin

material hugging my body like a second skin. God damn, said Vic under his breath, turn around.

I did a little spin for him, and his large hands squeezed my ass.

I looked at our reflection in the mirror, at Vic's large, muscular body, compared to my thin one.

He looked mesmerized by the sight of me in this lingerie.

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