That Night

And so off we went with $1,000 in our clutches. The fact was even before all this strangeness, I didn't have very comfortable or appealing underwear. (though my sports bra was pretty good) I was pretty excited to find a balance between comfort and sex appeal, especially with my invigorated feelings for John.

John really wanted to help me pick out everything. At first, it seemed he and I disagreed on most things. I learned he really likes lace, and he didn't quite understand that I can't always wear lace, such as to work. But then.

"What? I think you'll love lace if you put it on." John said, handing me a lacy thong; a style of panty I also wasn't too keen on. "Actually, I know you'll love anything you put on tonight." I laughed at him. "Seriously!" he added playfully. "You'll find it very comfortable."

You learn something new every day, right? I learned a lot of things that night. Like how that lacy thong was the most comfortable underwear I'd ever worn, and I looked hot as Hell as my bubble-butt hung low in it. I invited him in to the changing room and we damn near had a quickie. I never realized how big his cock actually was until it was tenting out of his underwear that night.

Needless to say, much lace was bought, but I insisted I really should have some socially-friendly undergarments. Like a wedding, which we both grinned at.

The salesgirl looked only a little concerned as we brought $750 worth of lingerie and lounge clothing to the counter. I wondered if she thought he was my pimp! We rung out and put our bags in the car. Something was buzzing in the back of my head: I just couldn't help but wonder why I needed new underwear in the first place. But I also didn't care. Really strange feeling.

We ate at some swanky restaurant. The food wasn't worth the cost, but it had a nice atmosphere.

When we went home, I was his personal mannequin. I stood there before him, dressing and undressing into various sets of lingerie until he couldn't take it anymore. That was the first night we did it from behind. Not anal! Just doggy. And that was -- I found myself saying a lot lately -- the best sex I'd ever had. And I don't know how, but his penis was definitely bigger than I'd remembered.

We ate breakfast together the next morning. He joked that I should just live in my new lingerie whenever we were home together. I laughed, "I'll bet you'd like that." "Nah!" he spoke forcefully, "Seriously: do it. You'll love it." I kind of froze in thought. He stared at me expectantly. He was right. I would love that. "You know what. I'll do it!" I said to him. I couldn't honestly believe it, but I guess this would at least result in more frequent sex, which was on my mind lately.

I couldn't even go half a day without doing something sexual. I was at work when the clock turned to 12. I suddenly got up from my desk and went to the private ladies' room. (each floor has a one-person men and womens room for each sex) I stripped and texted John pics of myself in my new lingerie. And... well, I guess I couldn't wait. Something about doing that made me really horny. So for the first time in maybe years, I satisfied myself. I probably spent 15 minutes in the bathroom.

The past few days were certainly a whirlwind of change... and I'd learn it was only getting started.