Try not to look perverted in the Lingerie Store

It was awkward to stand around in the lingerie store. I had tried to get Amaryllis to let me wait outside, but her silently imploring eyes made that an impossible prospect. She was trying on some of the items in the store currently, and I was standing near the changing rooms, trying to make it look like I was having absolutely no reaction to the advertisements of scantily clad super models. I restlessly passed my eyes around the store, not lingering on anything long enough to be accused of staring. I had some suspicion that I was being more nervous than I needed to be, but then I heard some giggling behind me. I whirled around in a panic, only to find myself facing Amaryllis looking more scantily clad, and far more beautiful than any of the advertisements around me.

"So?" she asked, giving me a twirl as if she were wearing a beautiful ballgown, rather than a cupless, crotchless teddy, "How do you like it?"

My mouth worked silently as my left hand came up in a fist, with my thumb raised upwards.

"Great to hear," she giggled, before bouncing happily back to the changing room.

I collapsed heavily on the nearby benches. I kept trying to string together a single thought, but every time it was even half-formed, the image of her in that chased any semblance of logic out of my mind. A little while later, Amaryllis drew back the curtain door of the changing room wearing vividly red lingerie that resembled a slingshot bikini.

"And this?" she asked once more, twirling around in the same way. I thought that my open-mouthed stare would give a clear enough indication of my opinions, but she obviously disagreed. "No response, hmm?" she said saucily, "Perhaps you need a closer look." She stalked towards me with a leonine grace, and climbed into my lap, somehow managing to rub every part of herself onto every part of me as she did so. She ended up with her perfect ass placed squarely on top of my rock hard crotch.

She looked up at me expectantly and I found my voice, "Looks good."

That sounded a little strangled. I cleared my throat and tried again, "That looks amazing on you."

She giggled a little, bounced out of my lap, and headed back into the changing room. That was...that was...wow.

"Excuse me sir?" came a voice somewhere behind me. I turned to face a sales clerk, "While we obviously are very much on-board with passion and sensuality, we hope that you and your significant other do not decide to cross any lines while still in the store."

I blushed a little and stammerd out, "No- I- We-"

"Oh Gra~ant," came a singsong voice from the changing room, "I am having ever so much trouble getting this on. Won't you come help me?"

I cleared my throat awkwardly, and avoided eye contact with the sales clerk, "Perhaps if you are having trouble putting it on, you shouldn't wear it."

I heard Amaryllis's breath catch, and then a breathy "okay", and I knew that what was coming next could get us thrown out of the store. I lunged towards the changing room curtain as it started to open, and yanked it back closed.

"Are you wearing-"

"Nothing."

"Put something on," I said, not realizing how much of a command that sounded.

"D-do you not want to see me naked?" Amaryllis asked tremulously.

"Not while there are other people around," my mouth said.