Changing room

"Over here darling." I heard her voice call out. I stalked my way towards the sound past the gaping women within the lingerie store. I could sense that the sales clerk from the front desk was following me but I dare not look back. I came upon the changing rooms where the curtains looked in better shape then the ones I was in earlier. Bridget poked her head out of the middle curtain, "Wait right there Ave. I'm almost done." She ducked back in.

"Bridget, don't go running off without telling me I was very worried!"

"Sorry babe, I just saw the cutest little thing and I had to try it on for you." I could hear the sound of clothes rustling as she called out from behind the curtain.

"I almost thought you took off without me. What would I have done if you..."

"Alright! Done!" Bridget opened the curtain, cutting off my rant. There she stood in the changing room, wearing nothing but pink lingerie that had decorative ribbons tied in strategic places. My mouth fell open and I froze at the sight of her. She was stunning of course. I have seen her naked before but there was something about sexy underwear that makes you go bonkers. "Well, what do you think?" She asked.

"I...uh...I like the pretty...ribbons..." I trailed off like the lust-struck buffoon I felt like and Bridget just giggled.

"In that case, I'll get it. I have some more things to try on so just stand right there, I want your opinion on everything." Bridget closed the curtain and I stood there like an obedient statue catching flies in his jaw. Bridget didn't take too long to change; not like I'd notice since my thoughts were preoccupied with what I just saw. Those were pretty ribbons. I felt the urge to reach out and untie them. The curtain opened up again and Bridget appeared wearing a tiny red robe that was practically see-through; and see-through it I did. My face at the time matched the color of the red underwear she was wearing beneath the robe.

I coughed, "W-Wow...that is just...oh wow..." Once again words have failed me. Though my body seemed to want to speak up as I felt a stirring in my jockstrap. I almost covered up but then I remembered that the perverted sales woman was right next to me; watching me watch Bridget with a smile on her face. Thanks to that ridiculous tale Scarlet told her, if I covered up now she wouldn't give me my clothes back. So I crossed my arms across my chest as Bridget went back in the changing room to keep my hands from moving. I waited hungrily for Bridget to come back out as I tried to will my dick to go back down. I would soon discover all my efforts would be in vain.

"I think I'll be buying this as well," Bridget poked her head out to give me a wink before slipping back behind the curtain. She seemed content with reading my reactions and I found myself eager to see what she will try on next. When the curtain opened again she was wearing a light blue bra and panties with wavy fringes. "What do you think of this one?" She asked.

I swallowed, "Bridget, you may think I'm just being bias when I say this because I'm your boyfriend but you look good in everything you wear." I was now pitching a sizable tent in my jock. "Please just buy whatever you want so we can leave."

"I have a few more things." My pleas were completely ignored as Bridget shut the curtain again. When she opened it back up she was wearing purple negligee that sent my cock popping right above my waistband. "Well?" She asked

"It looks great Bridget. Seriously, it's actually too great." I looked down at my member that was notably growing out of my jockstrap then back up at her. "I literally can't contain myself here." The store clerk laughed and I blushed knowing I couldn't cover up yet. "Please just buy it so we can get out of here."

"Wait until you see what else I got." Bridget vanished behind the curtain only to reemerge wearing black laced lingerie with thigh-high stockings.

My dick throbbed, "Seriously Bridget, you're killing me here." She laughed and closed the curtain again. As Bridget continued this process of trying on risque undergarments we seemed to have gathered the attention of almost every customer in the store and some of the staff. They were gathered around the dressing rooms in a wide circle watching the spectacle. Of course since all of the customers and staff were women, they didn't care much for my girlfriend modelling lingerie. Their attention was all on me. The man with a large boner rising up from his black jockstrap. My heart was racing from both arousal and embarrassment as Bridget kept trying on different assortments of sexy underwear all in various styles and colors. If there was one good thing I was getting out of this (other than watch my girlfriend model underwear for me) is that I understood why Bridget seemed to enjoy watching me in various states of undress. Watching her try on all these skimpy clothes, hearing the rustling sound of her undressing behind the curtain, the way she leaned on the dressing room frame as she presented herself in new lingerie...honestly, I could do this all day, though I would never admit that. I would do without the audience staring at my prick.

When Bridget opened the curtain one last time, she came out wearing her regular clothes. "Alright, I got what I'm looking for."

I let out a breath, "Thank God, that was a lot fun but I'm ready to go home now." Bridget walked up to me placing her hands on my chest. She looked down at my erection, "I guess so. You like you're ready to bust a nut." The sound of giggling and whispering coming from my circle of onlookers was too loud to ignore. My face flushed hotly.

I took Bridget's hand in mine, "You can buy all those things. Now let's ring you up and go get my clothes."

"Wait a minute, I'm not done yet."

My blood chilled, "What? But I thought..."

"I said I got what I'm looking for. I'm also here to buy a few things for you as well."

"What!? Bridget...this...this is a women's clothing store!"

"Actually," The store clerk stepped towards us "we do have some items for men in a small corner of the store. We mostly have this place stocked for women of course but we do have few options for our occasional male customer in case we need to branch out."

"Great! He will try on everything! Got anything in his size?" Bridget swirled her hand in front of my pelvis.

"Oh I have a pretty good idea about his size." The clerk licked her lips "But he will have to try them on to make sure I got it right. That being said..." She looked down at my cock still popping out of my jockstrap "...you might want to do something about that before I bring him something to wear, otherwise..." She swiped her finger up my shaft and I jumped back with a blush "...I doubt any of them will fit." She laughed as she walked away and our crowd of onlookers laughed along with her. I shouted out some protests that fell upon deaf ears as Bridget pulled me into the dressing room.

"Bridget! I don't need any..." I fought to find the right words "...sexy underwear! I have plenty of boxer shorts at home."

Bridget rolled her eyes, "Yes, I am well aware of your boring underwear selection. I wanted to buy you something from here to help animate your wardrobe. You're going to look hot!"

"It's underwear Bridget! Who's going to see them?"

"With your luck, Love?" Bridget yanked down my jock, completely exposing my bare ass to the growing group of spectators who were now applauding and wolf whistling "That would be everyone." Bridget shut the curtain but I could still hear all the thirsty women out there chattering with fervor at having to see my butt. Though Bridget was right about my luck, I still didn't see the need to wear suggestive underwear for any occasion.

Before I could voice my disapproval, Bridget knelt in front of me taking my hardened dick in both her hands. "Now, as I recall, I need to get this bad boy down before the sales clerk gets back." Bridget's next move guaranteed my total compliance with whatever request she had for me. She made sure I was in no mood to say 'no' to anything for a while. And yes, she managed to finish her job before the sales woman got back...twice.