Lingerie Shop - Try before you buy (this is not a crossdressing chapter)

The directory of the Silver City Mall was a large flatscreen touch-operated device that shows the layout of the two levels of the vast sprawling shopping center. You browsed the index for the list of shops and boutiques for a suitable place to buy a gift for your wife.

Since the success and popularity of your book, you have been traveling more and more and find less time to be at home with the old ball and chain. Your expensive souvenirs were forms of bribery that you felt needed to be paid to your wife to smooth things over until the eventual cold shoulder she would give you once your agent tells you of another a book signing or conference talk you have to travel to.

Your finger points at the lingerie store called The Silk Rose.

Getting lingerie as a gift for a woman seemed to be more self-motivated. Add to this that going to a lingerie shop alone as a man was a tad bit strange. Still… you had a VIP badge and wedding band on. Who gave a shit what other people thought. You would buy something cute and classy for your wife that didn’t scream… “Yeah, I bought this so I can fuck you in it.”

As you pass the stores on the way to the Silk Rose, you notice something that would be peculiar in any other reality. Every store had long leather benches inside, placed near the walls. The people working from the storefront all had **** aesthetical appeal to the point where they would be Instagram famous. There would always be a man and a woman visible in the glass windows of each shop, each looking like fashion models. This was obviously a lure to attract potential VIP members into coming in and offering their business and, more importantly, their rating.

The ratings of the VIP members would largely determine which businesses fail or succeed. Five-star rated places became packed with lines after a VIP member designated it so while one-star rated shops quickly succumb to financial ruin. After all. If a business was willing to literally take it in the ass for the customer, that must be a good place to shop. Or so the logic follows in this strange world.

A store with marble-like pillars and panel glass walls showing mannequins wearing lacey nightgowns and underwear stood before you with the title in white-backlight red letters displaying: The Silk Rose.

Inside, you browse through the black granite racks of underwear and lingerie as if they were incomprehensible mathematical formulae.

I really shouldn’t be here… I have no fucking clue what I’m doing, you thought.

You stood to examine a headless mannequin with a pink top and bottom underwear set and are interrupted with a female voice saying, “Are you looking for anything in particular?“

Turning around, you see a familiar face from your past.

“Oh my god. Is that you Adam?” The pretty strawberry blonde saleswoman asks in amazement. Her eyes widen and then squints again as if making out a long remembered memory from a long time ago.

Madeline was one of the remnants of your past here in this town, and you were surprised to see her work here. In college, you had the biggest crush on her but never worked the courage to ask her out. She eventually married, and you moved away.

Now in her late 20s, she still had the same charming girl-next-door looks, but her eyes were more sunken, her skin a deeper shade of tan. Her face conjures a genuine smile as you recognize her and you still see that bright girl you had a crush on in college.

“Madeline. Jesus. Fancy meeting you here. I t-thought you were going to open up a salon,” You say, nerves in your voice.

“Lord knows I tried. You can’t really compete with the UPCA operated businesses, so we had to shut down. I found myself working here after... It’s not so bad. The commission can be pretty great,” A bit of shame crept in her deep voice. “What about you? Did you ever become that fantasy novelist you talked about?”

“Ah sort of,” Your voice echoed the same shame she had. Truthfully you sold out your soul to write a piece of UPCA propaganda. “I’m actually here to promote one of my books.”

“Wow good for you, honey,” Madeline says, genuinely excited for you. You could always tell because she would slip her standard **** accent and go into a bit of her southern drawl whenever she was genuinely happy. “So… what brings you to my neck of the woods?”

It was then that Madeline’s eyes wander to your shoulder where your badge was attached. Her eyes do the flickering thing that all sales representatives do when they see it - Opportunity.

“I thought it would be a good idea to buy my wife some lingerie, and now I don’t think it is,” You say glumly, looking with confusion around the shop.

“I think that’s a swell idea. Women love underwear. I mean… as long as it fits. Do you have her size?”

She was overselling it. A bit of saleswoman desperation came out in her.

“Not really…”

“No sweat, sugar,” Madeline says. She pulls out a tablet and begins scrolling it. “Your wife is a Mrs. Paige Castle. Is that right?”

You nod.

“I actually have all of her information and sizes here. She bought some underwear with one of our sister companies a short while ago. We can actually make an excellent suggestion for something that she would love based on our AI algorithms.” Madeline was busy tapping away on her tablet, scrolling over your wife’s information with a fine-tooth comb.

“Can you…?” It was scary how much information the UPCA had on consumer shopping habits, among other things.

“Would this gift be something for a special occasion or romantic setting or...?” Madeline asks.

“Umm… well… I would want something comfortable for her to wear. You know… tell her that there is no pressure or anything. For her to wear the thing for me, I mean. Nothing too racy,” You say with unsureness.

“Gotcha sugar,” Madeline says and scrolls on her tablet more. “Right this way. I can show you a great babydoll slip that your wife would just adore.”

Following her, you come to a mannequin with a black nightgown. The midnight cloth covered most of the torso, but there was lacy trim near the top and bottom.

“Based on our data, she would ab-solute-ly love this,” Madeline says with enthusiasm that was laced with confidence and eagerness.

Again… overselling it.

“What do you think?” Madeline asks.

On the alien plastic mannequin, it conjured really nothing to you. I mean, you weren’t really interested in ladies' lingerie. You would always prefer your wife naked, above all else. Maybe you should have gotten her chocolates. At least know if chocolate is good or not. You shrug, unsure like a dog being asked his opinion on a da Vinci painting.

“I’ll tell you what,” Madeline clasps her hands together. “Why don’t I try it out. Your wife’s size is not too different from mine, and it would give you a good look at how a real woman looks in it.”

That piqued your interest. Madeline certainly wanted this sale.

“Do you want me to change somewhere else or here?” Madeline asks.

You contemplated it and thought it would probably be better to see it all at once, rather than being put on.

“Somewhere else, if you don’t mind.”

“I’ll be right back,” Madeline says, and she picks up a set of the lingerie on the accompanying table near the mannequin.

You feel a bit out of your depth and sit on a nearby leather bench. A bit later, Madeline comes back with a flowery silk robe on and smiles seductively in front of you. She loosens up the robe belt and reveals the babydoll slip she had on. Madeline turns around to let you see the garment in full view.

“What do you think? Wouldn’t this look great on your wife?” Madeline asks with her hands on her hips posing theatrically.

Your dick twitches at the sight of Madeline in that black satin nightie. From the leather bench, you stand up and take a closer look. Your hands reach out to feel the velvety fabric and reach for her torso. She flinches a bit from your touch but settles her body as you glide it up to cup her breasts underneath the silken nightgown. Remembering her status as an employee and yours as a VIP, she holds your hand. Madeline helps you guide it over her body, tracing verticle lines across her velvet clothed curves.

“Doesn’t that feel wonderful?” Madeline asks, her voice had a bit of nervous tension in it. “Wouldn’t you love to see your wife in something like this. I can assure you she would love wearing this.”

Her hands help you guide it down between her legs, it felt like a damp radiator to you. Your fingers trace her pussy lips and clitoris through the dark lace panties she had under the slip. You meet with her turquoise eyes while her hand kept yours firmly attached to her crotch.

“Doesn’t that feel soft? It’s like I’m practically wearing nothing.” Madeline said with her car salesman grin. “Why don’t you rub your dick over it and give it a little test to see if it’s to your satisfaction, sugar.”

She frees your hand, and you find yourself in a similar situation today of unzipping your fly. Your now-erect cock peers of the opening of your dress pants wet with precum. It was one thing to get serviced by a regular female employee; it was another to get serviced by one you knew and wanted to bone in the past. She had you hook, line and sinker.

Madeline inches closer to your hips, and your pelvises stood a small breadth apart. Her hips bent forward, pushing your cock through the length of the skirt on the babydoll slip, and the tip of your penis grazes the line of her black lace panties underneath.

“Adam, if this feels great now... can you imagine how great it would feel on your wife?” Madeline asks, her face still quirked in a grin as she examines your spellbound expression and then down where her hips rode against your cock. Your shaft was being driven between her legs and rubbing against her slit in rocking motions.

“It also has easy access to your wife’s most intimate spots,” Madeline says and reaches down to part her panties. She helps guide the head of your cock through her opening and moves her hips back into you, docking your penis inside of her womb. “See how nice and easy that is?”

Your connected bodies forms a V that contracts in and out as she fucked you in a standing missionary. Several women and other couples walk past the two of you, not caring. While the store went on, as usual, the two old acquaintances crashed their hips into each other by the mannequin.

“The fabric is also made of a special type of satin. Your lovemaking stains will wash out quite easily on it,” Madeline explains, still busily thrusting her hips into you.

“I see…” You grunt. Not really caring about the clothing but enjoying the time in her warm cunt.

Your hands grip her backside, pushing her into you as your body made THWACKING sounds as your thighs smacked against each other. Her mouth starts to curl in a pained ecstasy, and she finds it challenging to keep her saleswoman smile on as she lets out a little moan as you begin hammering inside of her. Her eyes roll a bit, and she catches herself, straightening out her face, bitting her lower lip and letting out a soft yelp.

“So… *pant* Adam… shall I gift wrap this for you or do you want to… oh goodness your dick is quite large, sugar… or…. *pants* do you want to look at something else.”

You didn’t care.

“It’ll be fine. Can I get a new one?”

“I will pick a new one out and gift wrap *pant* Oh heavens… I’m sorry Adam, but I haven’t been stretched out like this for a while...” More pants come out of her, and you lift one of her legs and push into her with berserk frenzy.

“I’ll just pick a new one and set it up for you. Would you like to cum inside me or on in my mouth.”

You gave her her answer in actions as your cock starts throbbing inside of her. Your knees wobble as your balls drain out into her womb. She stares down, watching the scene unfold, panting, and gets a close look at your cum-lined shaft spill more and more into her. Her nails dig into the back of your neck, where she grips you close to finish the transaction. You feel the last of yourself escape into her, pouring every bit of yourself into her. The two of you stare eye to eye as your cock seals its seed inside of her. You are frozen there face to face plugging her cream-filled orifice with your hip attached to hers.

When your cock finally deflates out of her hole, little globules of white stuff drip out and onto the wood flooring of the shop. The spot between her legs was now a swamp of dew.

“I’ll just clean that up for you and ring you up. Would you like to purchase anything else for your wife, or is this babydoll slip enough for today?” Madeline says, looking back up, her saleswoman beam returning to her but her words coming out breathlessly.

“Just the one item is fine. I don’t really want to spoil her too much.” You pant.

A short while later, after you cleaned up, Madeline came back with the tablet and the slip wrapped in a gift box. She was dressed in her flowery robe once more, but there was now a trail of wetness trailing down her thighs. She hands you the gift box and then the tablet. You run your card over the tablet, paying for the item.

“We hope you enjoyed your shopping experience here, Adam. Please, if you are ever in town, visit again.”

“I’ll see you, Madeline. Thanks for everything.”

You nod and start to head on out.

“Oh, one more thing,” Madeline says before you leave. She reaches into her robe to pull out a business card and hands it to you.

“Please don’t hesitate to call the store for a follow-up. I can inform you of any exclusive sales we are having or whether or not you impregnated me. If that is what you wish.” Madeline says with professional courtesy.

“I’ll be sure to check-in,” You say, you wave your hand and leave the store.

You were feeling a bit thirsty. Time to head to the food court.