Kurt goes shopping

As much as he’d grown as a person, Kurt was still a perv at heart. For the first time in a year, he was giving thoughtful consideration to having a serious relationship again, but he was still a man who revelled in the erotic and the sexual. He enjoyed women and he enjoyed everything about women, their soft breasts, their hard nipples, their sensitive clits that could make them scream if touched just right, how their tight, wet canals felt around his fingers, their asses that bounced and swayed, how they always stared and laughed when he promised to fuck them, and how they begged for more when he actually did. He loved how different they were and for how different they were, how they were all the same when a confident man with a thick cock was offering himself to them.

Except that was, for Jennifer White. Jennifer White was his Moby Dick, and he’d almost given up on catching her, but now, as if by fate, here she was, back in his life. And she had asked about him. She was thinking about him, he was already on her mind, or why else would she have inquired about him just because Heather had brought some friends to her father’s cabin. There was no reason to believe he would have been there at all, unless she was hopeful. Perhaps in that hope, he could finally have her, and finally capture his first, unrequited love.

He already had his harpoon, all he need was the right net. As much as he loved a naked woman, there was something intensely alluring about a woman in lingerie. Even if the gift was coming from Victoria, the right gift perhaps might set a fire in Jennifer. Of course, Victoria would deny any involvement, chastising Kurt for buying such an inappropriate thank you, and then Jennifer would know that Kurt was thinking of her too, dressed in lace and sheer, wet and wanting. He felt his cock twitch in his jeans just thinking about it.

So, he turned into the woman’s clothing store, wandering nonchalant towards the back of the store. It was still mid-day and the store was basically empty. A bored young girl behind the till chewed gum and ignored Kurt as she scrolled through her social media. The only other person in the store was an older woman, nearer the front of the store, looking through dresses and blouses. Her back was to Kurt, so he was able to walk straight past them both to the back, where all the bras and panties and lingerie sets were kept.

First things first, he could eliminate the crotchless and open cup bras. Not that they weren’t sexy as hell and convenient for easy access, but Jennifer was a sophisticated, mature woman, even if she could kick his ass. She deserved elegance and allure, not just made for fucking. This also ruled out the cotton briefs and more comfortable, conservative bras. He wanted her to feel like a woman who was wanted by a man, not a girl being bought underwear by her mother.

That still left a lot of lingerie to choose from. There were some very nice lace and silk bras and panties, but also sheer kimonos, slips and bodysuits. He imagined the fit, blonde 28 year old encased in a high neck fishnet bodystocking, the fishnet mesh extending all the way from her ankles up past her tits to her throat and down her arms to her wrists, clasping along the back to seal her in. The mesh revealed everything while still maintaining the illusion of being clothed. The item didn’t come with a bra, intended to be worn without one so that Jennifer’s full tits and nipples would be on display inside the mesh, but it did come with a small black, crotchless panty. The mesh itself had a hole beneath the buttocks, and though he’d previously ruled it out, the bodystocking added a touch of style and sensualism to the crotchlessness that a panty with a cut away just couldn’t match.

Then there was a gorgeous high neck, open back lace slip. The floral pattern covered up more than the fishnet mesh of the bodystocking, but a window opening on the front was designed to show off a lot of cleavage. Although it only extended down to the thigh, there were still two slits up both sides to allow for maximum movement. This piece was however designed to be worn with a full bra and panties, with no holes. Though he supposed that she could wear whatever she wanted beneath it, there was a certain sense of wonder and awe at peeling away the clothes from a woman you were about to fuck. He could absolutely see himself kneeling before Jennifer in this little, lace slip, dragging the panties down her thighs and licking his lips as he got that first view of her glistening wet cunt.

Of course, all these thoughts and images in his brain had his cock rock solid. Kurt glanced around, hoping no one noticed the bulge in his jeans while he was looking at women’s underwear. He didn’t mind being a pervert, or someone with a keen sense of the erotic, but he didn’t want to be seen as some kind of creep who came into women’s clothing stores to get his kicks. His eyes widened, noticing that someone was watching him. A small breasted brunette with brown eyes, dressed in a red t-shirt and a skirt, was staring back at him at the end of the rack of lingerie, and she was smiling.

Courteously, he smiled back, then bowed his head and busied himself reading about why panties A were more comfortable and better made than panties B. A few seconds later, he glanced back at the girl and saw that she was doing the same, glancing at him out of the corner of her eyes, and blushing when she noticed him looking back at her. This hot random girl was totally checking him out. Kurt smirked.

He had no intention of adding to Chloe and Jennifer who were already renting rooms in his mind, but it wasn’t like he hadn’t just spent the last year fucking random chicks left and right. And he hadn’t had any kind of release since Madison jerked him off last night, so maybe a nice quick meaningless fuck was just what he needed to clear his mind and get him back to normal. He looked up again and saw that she was gone. His eyes scanned the store, catching her as she walked, hips swaying, skirt flouncing with every step, towards the fitting room with a few pieces of clothing in hand. Looked like he missed his shot.

Or so he thought, until he saw the sexy brunette stop at the corner to the fitting rooms and stare in his direction. She caught his eye and gazed back with an expectant, lustful stare. Did he want her to follow? As if she could read his mind and knew he’d got the right idea, she smiled and walked on, disappearing behind a wall towards the changing rooms. Trying to remain casual, while watchful for being seen, Kurt meandered over to the wall, glancing down around the corner towards the stalls.

The fitting rooms were all open, though one was partially closed. Though the gap though he could see the mirror and in that reflection stood the brunette, pulling her red t-shirt over her head. Beneath, her small tits were encased in a black lace bra that was sexy all on it’s own, but she reached back and unclasped that, allowing her firm breasts and her stiff, protruding nipples to be freed. Next came the skirt, pushing it over the swell of her cheeks and sliding it down along her long, slender legs. She looked beautiful, like a model, standing in nothing but a matching pair of black, lace panties. They came off next and then there she stood completely nude, her silky, clear skin and round buttocks completely bare beneath his gaze. From this angle he couldn’t make out her pussy between her legs, but judging by how the rest of her looked, her little kitty was likely just as delectable.

He watched then as she lifted another pair of panties, these one’s solid black and crotchless, and pulled them up her legs. Next came the lingerie she wanted to try on and Kurt was somewhat shocked to see that it was the fishnet bodystocking he’d just been admiring. As he watched the brunette push her legs into the mesh leggings, he wondered if she was trying this on for him. She must know he was watching, she’d looked at him with that beckoning stare and then left the door open for him to see. And now she was putting on the lingerie he’d been considering…it made him wonder how long she had been watching him.

But all of that seemed rather less important than the smoking hot brunette, becoming hotter by the moment as she wrapped herself in the fishnet mesh, the only parts of her not covered being her hands and feet and face and that pretty little pussy he kept glimpsing but never seeing. She pulled the body stocking up over her shoulders, her arms and head in their rightful hole, and then turned and opened the door. Kurt panicked, fearing that he’d misread the entire situation and was about to become the perv that creeps on girls in the changing room.

Instead, the woman smiled to see him standing, watching, just as she expected him to be. She offered her back to him, the clasps of her lingerie open and showing her smooth, white shoulder blades and upper back. Again, she glanced over her shoulder at him with that same expectant look of desire and he understood. Stepping up behind her with short, quick steps, he closed the distance between them and immediately began attaching all the clasps up along her back, his fingers grazing against her soft warm skin as he rose up towards her neck. Nimbly and with haste, lest he be caught, he finished his task and stepped back, and the brunette turned around in a full 360 to allow him to see her in all her glory.

“You look so hot in that,” he said, his voice raspy as he spoke to her for the first time. “It looks really good on you.”

The brunette simply smiled, and offered her hand. He took it instantly and allowed her to lead him from the changing rooms back into the store. Again, checking that no one was watching, he followed her to a staff only door. Ignoring that warning, she opened it and lead him through, down corridors past products and stock that had been set aside to be put out in the store. He realised that she’d left all her clothes behind but she didn’t seem to care, pulling at his hand as she weaved a path through the back rooms of the clothing store.

They came to a loading dock and here, finally, there were some other workers…and yet none of them seemed to care. Too busy getting on with their hard, arduous job to care about a couple of young teens, though if Kurt had to guess he’ have said this brunette might actually have been a couple years older than him, about Hannah’s age or so. The workers loading and unloading clothing into lorries weren’t paid enough to care to say anything as the couple slipped out through the large shutter doors and back onto the street.

It was only then that Kurt realised she’d just stolen the lingerie and made him an accessory in the crime. But still he allowed her to lead him, thinking that this girl might be crazy but eagerly wondering what she might have planned. She pulled him into another side alley and pushed him against the wall, her lips landing on his. He opened his mouth, perhaps to protest, but she simply took the opportunity to stick her tongue in his mouth. He kissed her back, pressing his lips hard against hers and sliding his tongue along his as he flipped their positions, grinding her against the wall, his aching bulge prodding at her thigh. After a moment he pulled away, the pair of them panting, and looked down in to her sparkling brown eyes.

“Before we go any further,” he said, licking his lips. “Mind telling me your name?”

“I’m Kendra,” she answered with a tilt of her head. “And this is Shawn.”

Kurt only had time to furrow his brow before a bag was shoved over his head and the beautiful girl in his arms was replaced with darkness.