The shoe store (without panties)

You pad out of Brian's room wearing a pair of hospital socks with rubber grip pads. They're comfy but hardly what you want to be wearing out and around, and orange isn't really your color. Your lady parts still tingle from your honeybear's tongue, and your back door tickles a little from that rude lick on your back door that made him squirt. Well, what do they say? Men are like dogs. It doesn't feel ladylike at all for you to get licked there, but at least you brought your man joy.

It's a little breezy without your panties, but at least you gave those up for a good cause. You smile, thinking of your honeybear nuzzling up to them in the middle of the night. At home you have shoes and panties, but you're still feeling restless. So? To the shoe store it is. You'll pick up something nice for Brian to see you wearing when you bring him home, with a little lift.

You remember that brazen blond hussy on your shift, Taylor Jackson, was wearing a pair that would go just fine for Brian's homecoming. She was bragging about how she got a good deal at a little shoe store downtown. Well then, off you go.

The displays in the window are racy and garish, but the shoes look like what you wanted. You go in through the door.