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  I’m so deep in thought I forget Lily is still with me.

  She removes a robe from a hook on the wall behind me. “If you’ll get undressed and put this on, I will go and grab some dresses for you to try on. Depending on the one you choose, you may need some new lingerie. Plus seeing the whole package is much better than trying to imagine how it will look. I will grab some lacy corsets and bras to choose from. While I’m at it, do you have a preference for stockings or nylons?”

  “I was thinking of garters and stockings. Years ago, my husband bought me Cuban stockings–the kind with the line up the back. Do you carry those?”

  “We do. And might I say, he has great taste. I think I have the perfect dress in mind, including the shoes.”

  “You’re the expert. My only requirement is that I want something to blow his mind.”

  “Slinky dress, Cuban stockings and drool worthy lingerie. Everything you’ll need to knock his socks off, coming right up.”

  After Lily closes the door I walk over to the sitting area. I flop down on one of the overstuffed chairs and start pulling off my boots and jeans. The boots come off easily but the skinny jeans not so much. I peel them down my legs, turning them inside out.

  I pull the legs back through before removing my T-shirt. I get the feeling tossing my clothes to the side like I normally would is not appropriate in a classy store like this. I fold each item carefully. I don’t want Lily to see my mismatched socks, so I stuff them into my boots.

  Thank God I decided to wear my newer bra and matching underwear instead of the granny panties. I’m sure Lily wouldn’t judge me, but it would embarrass me. I need to throw those out with all the other baggy clothes I won’t be wearing any longer. Brad probably hates my ugly panties as much as I hate his sweatpants. He’s just too nice to say anything about it.

  While I wait for Lily to return, my thoughts wander to a sexy time from the past. Heat rises within me, remembering the first time Brad bought me sexy lingerie. I remember him telling me we’d both enjoy my new gift.

  After putting the lingerie on, I feel naughty, like I’d tasted the forbidden fruit.

  Brad spends the drive over to his family’s party telling me all the things he wants to do to me when we get home. His fingers run up and down my thigh with each descriptive act he’s planning.

  “Do you have any idea how sexy you are Callie? I can’t wait to get you back in our bed and make love to you. Only it’s not going to be sweet. I’m going to lick your pussy until you beg me to stop. Then, when you can’t take it any longer, I’m going to fuck you hard before starting all over again.”

  “Damn Brad, you say that to me and expect me to act normal around your parents?”

  “Yep, and just think, in a few hours you’re all mine.”

  By the time he parks the truck I’m already primed and ready to go back home. The secret hidden under my dress is going to keep me on edge throughout the entire party.

  His flirting and casual touches continue during dinner and dessert.

  Halfway through the party, I excuse myself to the bathroom. When I try to lock the door, Brad pushes his way in, edging through the gap.

  He turns the lock while pushing me deeper into the bathroom.

  I’m trapped.

  I can see the mischief in his eyes when he asks, “Were you trying to make an escape from this big bad wolf?”

  His earlier touching and teasing have my G-string soaked. I was thinking about removing it when I snuck in here, before I realized I had a visitor in tow.

  My speech becomes more of a whisper as I fight to answer. “I’m not running from you. I need to use the bathroom.”

  The heat I see blazing in Brad’s eyes is new, giving away a primal need of lust. He takes another step toward me when I feel the glass shower enclosure on my back.

  “You can try to run, but I will always catch you”, he says with a low growl.

  I shudder, my body reacting involuntarily.

  “I’ve been picturing you naked, riding my cock since you sat on my lap earlier. Right now, I see you sucking my dick deep.”

  A hard shiver rumbles up from my toes, causing goosebumps to erupt over my body.

  “We can’t do this in your parents’ house. Everyone will know. Come on. Let me use the bathroom in peace and we can get back to the party.”

  I place my hand on his chest to move him back toward the door. He doesn’t budge. I feel his heart pounding through his sweater when he reaches up and guides my fingers down to his button fly. With his other hand he reaches for a clean towel off the rack and lays it on the floor between us.

  “Callie, get on your knees. I want to see your red lips stretched around my cock. I need this to get through dessert, then I promise to return the favor when we get home.”

  He doesn’t have to ask me twice. Giving him head is something I love doing. Watching him shiver and hearing his moans of pleasure turns me on. Add the incentive of Brad eating me out later and it’s a no brainer.

  With my hand in his, he gracefully guides me to the floor. His fingers glide over my jaw tilting my chin up to meet his eyes.

  He has on tight button-up Levi’s 501 jeans. I reach up to quickly pull them apart, each button opening with a soft pop. With a side to side tug, I shimmy them down his hips, bringing his boxers down with his jeans.

  His cock is hard, ready for me, waiting for my next move. He wastes no time, telling me exactly what he wants. “Use your tongue and lick the head.”

  When I try to use my hands to brace myself on his thighs, he stops me.

  “Callie, put your hands behind your back. I want to try something. I want to be in control and take your mouth, fucking it the way I’ve wanted to for a long time. I’ll tell you what I want, and you follow my directions.”

  This is a new side to Brad, and it causes another wave of juices to coat my thighs. With his commanding words, I clasp my hands behind my back, keeping my chin tipped up watching his gaze as it maps out his next move.

  “Now lick and swirl your tongue around the head. Taste the precum you’ve made leak out while making me wait. I’ve been hard since we left the house hours ago.”

  I lean in, licking his slit, loving the masculine drop of precum on the tip on my tongue. The sweet, salty flavor causes me to hum around the head and brings a groan from him.

  His cock falls out of my mouth when I moved to scold him for making noise. “Shhhhhhh, someone is going to hear us. I’ll keep going if you keep quiet.”

  “I’ll try but your mouth feels so good. Take all of it deep.”

  I do as he asks, only now I bring my hands up to stroke him while bobbing on his dick. I’m afraid someone will knock on the door soon.

  “Ahhh, that’s it, faster. Yes, I’m going to cum.”

  With a little squeeze of my thighs, I get a mini orgasm of my own.

  He pulls out and strokes a few times catching the spunk in his hand. I don’t like swallowing his entire load and he respects my choice. Little tastes from the tip but never the whole amount.

  A knock on the door makes me jump. My nerves are shot.

  “Brad, are you in there? Everything alright?” It’s my mother-in-law.

  I hold my hand over my mouth, mortified we just got caught by his mom.

  “Naw, Ma, we’re good.”

  I slap his thigh when he says we’re good.

  He whispers so his mom can’t hear. Shhh, trust me. The lie to his mom slips easily from his lips. “Callie’s zipper got caught and she needs help.”

  Brad’s mom naïvely answers back as if this is exactly what we’re doing. “Oh, I hate when that happens. We’re about to serve dessert. Come down as soon as you’re done fixing her dress.”

  “Alright, we’ll be down in a minute.”

  He winks while helping me up and pulling me into his arms for a tight hug. “See, trust me. I will always take care of you.”

  We wash our hands and help each other straighten up our clothes. I was just about to remin
d Brad he owes me one when he interrupts my thoughts.

  “You’ll get yours, and then some. Tonight, has only just begun.”

  Damn mind reader. He seems to always know what I’m thinking.

  When we leave the bathroom together, I swear all eyes are on me. I catch a few smirks from the women at the party and a thumbs up from a couple of Brad’s brothers. Even his dad gives him a sly wink. I guess we didn’t fool anyone as I’d hoped.

  Dessert and unwrapping gifts take longer than we want it to. I decide to use this time to torture Brad a little more. Two can play the flirting and touching game.

  I sit in his lap, squirming and giggling like everything he says is the funniest thing ever. His erection poking my ass is evidence my plan is working.

  When we can’t take it any longer, he lifts me off his lap in a swift move causing me to stumble. We race out the door barely saying goodbye to his folks. I think he’s as ready to explode as I am. That blow job was just an appetizer.

  The plan was to go home, but we can’t wait. He’s one up on me and that needs rectifying right now.

  Brad drives down a dark country road a few miles away from his parents’ ranch. Throwing the truck into park, we unbuckle and face each other while Brad slides the bench seat back, pulling me over to his lap.

  We kiss, tongues battling for control, hands grasping at our clothes. We can’t get naked fast enough. Once he unzips and pulls my dress over my head, I unbutton his shirt revealing the scruff of chest hair I love nuzzling into.

  Before we get lost in the moment completely, I need to remind him about his promise. “Don’t you dare forget this is my turn.”

  He lifts me off his lap before assuring me he hasn’t forgotten. “Lie back on the bench. I want to see that pretty lace I’ve been picturing all night.”

  I lie back, giving him the complete view of my bra, garters and stockings. The tiny G-string rounds out the lingerie set, and I can’t agree more with his earlier statement about it being for both of us.

  With me all stretched out, Brad opens the driver’s side door giving him room to work. “I knew you would look sexy. Seeing you spread out for me is like a dream come true.”

  His sweet words don’t do anything to slow down the urgency I feel. “Don’t make me wait, please. I need your mouth on me. Waiting all night has driven me crazy.”

  He responds with the only words I want to hear right now. “I promise no more waiting. I want to taste you, drive you insane, hear you moan before I fuck you.”

  He buries his head between my thighs, using his teeth to rip my G-string away, before licking my soaked pussy. With long swipes of his tongue, I squirm and whimper, quietly begging him to let me cum.

  “Don’t hold back, Callie. I want to hear you when I make you cum harder than you ever have before.”

  Brad continues his expert exploration, adding his thumb to my clit with just the right amount of pressure, circling and begging for my words of ecstasy. Adding two fingers inside my pussy was all it took to make my cries of pleasure rattle around the cab of the truck.

  “Yes, more, YES!” My back arches as the first wave runs through me. Brad continues licking and sucking on my clit when I’m blindsided by an even harder orgasm, making the muscles in my legs shake.

  When I start to come down from my high, Brad looks up from between my thighs and asks, “You all right?”

  “Shhhh, I can’t talk or feel my legs.” I’ve never experienced loss of feeling in my legs before tonight.

  “I’m not done babe. Sit up, I’m coming around to your side.”

  I barely have time to sit up when he yanks the door open, turning me to lean over the seat, ass up.

  He reaches between my legs to feel the wetness dripping from the orgasm he just gave me, spreading the liquid around my clit, fingers pumping again, pulling out with a curl each time, hitting the right spot.

  With me bent over the seat, I look over my shoulder to see Brad pull his jeans and boxers to his thighs right before he slams into me.

  “Oh, God!” My toes barely touch the ground, giving him full control to move my body over his cock, grasping my hips while he thrusts and gives an extra little swirl of his hips. I want to touch myself but can’t reach between the seat and my body.

  “Brad, you know I need to be touched to cum. I can’t reach my clit like this.”

  He pulls out, turns me onto my back, giving us both access to the bundle of nerves I need stimulated to send me over the edge.

  “Now, where were we?” His teasing and smile turn me on even more.

  “I’m pretty sure you were about to make me cum again.”

  A hard push inside and Brad frantically pumps in and out. I reach down using my fingers to rub and squeeze where I need the extra attention until I burst, followed by a howl when he reaches his own climax.

  We’re both panting, trying to catch our breath when a horn honking and a male voice yelling Hell Yeah breaks the silence, causing us to fall into a fit of laughter. I can only imagine what Brad’s ass sticking out of the truck door looked like.

  It was one of the only times I completely lost myself in the moment. The thought that someone saw us added to the wild experience.

  He called in sick for the week after. We christened every room in the house, losing track of time. When we took a break to eat, we ordered from restaurants that would deliver. I felt him inside me for days after everything we did.

  During that week, my cries of pleasure were unfiltered; unlike the silenced way they are now. I was loud, not afraid to scream out Brad’s name with my orgasms. Totally uninhibited.

  Chapter Eight

  Lily’s soft knock and words bring me back to the present. “May I come in? I have a few things I think will be perfect for tonight.”

  She steps inside with some items for me to look over. The lingerie she hangs on the hook takes my breath away.

  My eyes are glued to the stockings. They are exactly what I wanted, along with the most delicate corset I have ever seen. The black satin will caress me like a second skin and help to accentuate my curves. I love the ribbons lacing up the front. The attached straps for holding up my stockings have tiny red bows at the top, adding just a little bit of color and playfulness.

  What she chose for me is exquisite. I marvel at their beauty, unable to find the words.

  Turning as if to leave the dressing room, Lily speaks. “If they’re not what you are looking for, I can try again.”

  My delayed response must make her think I don’t like what she chose, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. “No, no they’re just perfect, thank you.”

  “It’s my pleasure.” She smiles at me, and I sense she knows how important tonight is.

  “I hope this looks as good on me as it does on the hanger.”

  “They’ll look sensational on you.”

  “You’re very good at this. I never imagined when I walked in here, I’d find what I was looking for so easily.”

  “I love my store and it’s rewarding helping women find the perfect outfit for a special occasion.”

  It’s obvious she takes pride in what she does.

  “You’re amazing. Coming in here today was kismet. There’s no way I could’ve picked this out by myself.”

  She only nods telling me she’s not great at accepting compliments either. I think a lot of women struggle with it. She holds the hanger out to me. “Put this on and I’ll be back with some dresses for you to try. I have the matching panties up front and will add to the box if this is the set you decide to purchase.”

  I take the lingerie from her and place it up to my chest.

  When I hear the soft click of the latch, I remove my robe and bra, keeping my own panties on, again glad I wore my best pair.

  The corset isn’t easy to put on, but I figure it out while keeping my back to the mirrors. I’m not sure I want to see myself yet.

  Lily’s knock on the door announces her return. She has a few dresses for me to try on of
different styles and colors. Each one is stunning. When she hangs them on the garment rack one particular black dress catches my eye.

  “Do you need help with the corset? They’re a little difficult to get on, but your husband will have no trouble at all taking it off.”

  I love her playful yet professional tone.

  “Yes, please. I can’t quite get the back to sit right.”

  She tugs and adjusts the satin around my shoulder blades until it sits in the correct spot. When she tightens the ribbons in the front it causes my lungs to squeeze. My boobs are squished up under my chin. I feel like a stuffed sausage.

  “How does it feel?”

  Without being able to breathe properly I attempt to answer. “It’s a little snug.”

  She reaches around making some slight adjustments. I feel the air refill my lungs.

  It’s good I have Tina on stand-by tonight to help me get into this thing.

  “Try on this dress first. Black is the perfect color.” She hands me the dress I was admiring from the rack.

  Slipping the black wrap dress off the hanger, I hope it will entice Brad to really look at me. The silky material caresses my body.

  Lily smooths the back while I tie the belt around my waist. She walks around me, adjusting the neckline and cap sleeves until she’s satisfied with the look. She leans away to see a bit more of the dress, touching the sleeves one more time.

  “Gorgeous. Now see for yourself.” She guides me to the platform.

  I’m staring at the stranger in the mirror. The bow on my dress is conjuring all sorts of images in my mind. I imagine Brad unwrapping his gift. He’ll love it.

  Lily whispers, “Beautiful.”

  I hope my genuine smile conveys how much I love her choice because speaking is not going to happen right now. I don’t want to try on any of the other dresses. This is the one and no other will do. Slowly turning left and right, I can see myself fully in the wall of mirrors. I’m amazed by what I see.

  This dress hugs my body, showing off my assets beautifully, while hiding what I consider my imperfections. The neckline is classy yet inviting, offering up my breasts for the taking.