Stop to buy lingerie

On our way we passed an upscale lingerie boutique, and Janice cooed when she spotted it. “Do you mind if we stop for a minute, James?” she asked me. “I’d like to pick up a pair of crotchless panites to show off my new wax job.”

“Sure, no problem,” I agreed, although privately I was about as thrilled as any man usually is by the prospect of tagging along while a woman shops for clothes.

We went inside and Janice split away from me to browse the aisles, assisted by a salesperson. Another saleswoman saw me standing idly near one of the racks, examining its contents aimlessly to kill time, and approached me. She was wearing what seemed to be this establishment’s uniform: a cupless, push-up bustier, panties, a garter belt, stockings and high heels, all in a signature purple color, with a gold name tag pinned to the top of the bustier.

“Can I help you pick something extra out for your wife while you wait, sir?” she asked. “Or girlfriend?”

“Oh, we’re just co-workers,” I said, not bothering to explain our newly-begun involvement to this stranger.

“Oh. Well, do you have a significant other you might like to pick something up for, since you’re here?” she offered hopefully.

“Sorry, but I’m single,” I replied.

“Oh,” she sighed. “Well, the boutique offers complimentary blowjobs while you wait, sir?” she suggested, defeated in her efforts to make a sale.

I smiled sympathetically. “Sure, sounds great,” I said.

The girl knelt in front of me and undid my fly, then pulled out my cock to suck it. She had impressively large breasts, and used them to full effect: lifting them and rubbing my cock with them periodically during the blowjob once I’d become hard.

After a while, Janice emerged from a dressing room and approached me. “What do you think?” she asked, and turned around slowly a few times to show off her chosen outfit. She was still wearing the top she’d come in with: a cream-colored blouse and business jacket (over her black leather corset, I now knew, but that was hidden at the moment). Beneath, however, she now wore a pair of black, crotchless panties and matching black lace stockings.

“Beautiful!” I complimented Janice, while thrusting my cock down into the salesgirl’s cleavage. Janice’s timing was particularly good, which allowed me to engage in a bit of theatrics. “You know what? Here’s what I think of it…” I told her, then pulled my cock out and gave it a couple of good, hard strokes, and unloaded a few spurts of cum onto the salesgirl’s tits.

Janice laughed, and even the salesgirl chuckled. “I think you’re gonna have to buy them, if they can make a guy do that,” she told Janice.

“I think you’re right,” Janice agreed.

The salesperson who’d been helping Janice rang up the purchase, then Janice put her skirt back on and we left the boutique.