Gabe felt uncomfortable just walking into the lingerie store. Occasionally, on various shopping trips, he’d been dragged into one by his mom or his sister, but he never stayed long, often finding an excuse to wait outside. In all his relationships, if he gave a gift, he gave chocolate, jewelry, or flowers—always the typical boyfriend present. It was never something personal like lingerie, and it was always something he could give in public. Intimacy was not his strong suit.
Despite his unease, Gabe wanted to be here with Brooke. At the very least, he knew what he liked and what would look good on her.
A sales associate greeted them. Brooke quickly stated what she was looking for, and the associate pointed the way.
They walked past a wall of bras and multiple tables stacked high with piles of panties. Near the front of the store, there were racks of comfortable, conservative-looking pajamas and soft-looking slippers. As they neared the back, Gabe spotted what they’d come for.
Bras lined the top rows with an arrangement of matching panties underneath. They were in all different colors and styles so that shoppers could mix and match. Nearby, the lingerie was displayed—corsets, baby dolls, and teddies: some modest, some provocative. Gabe planned to talk Brooke into trying on at least one.
He disagreed with some of the things she picked and she rejected some of his choices. Finally, they settled on three different bras with matching panties. She’d chosen bikini style and had reluctantly agreed to the two thongs he picked. One of the bras was lacy, one was a push-up, and the last was a front closure. In addition, Gabe had convinced her to try on a fishnet and lace corset that came with a matching G-string.
The store was packed, so they were forced to wait in line for a change room. Sales associates ran back and forth, grabbing things from the back room and putting away clothing left in the changing rooms. One woman in particular seemed to be responsible for placing customers in fitting rooms.
Gabe wasn’t pleased when Brooke made him wait outside with the basket, which still contained the panties in various sizes. She’d said she didn’t need extra things taking up space in the small box-like dressing room.
Sulking in the hallway, Gabe leaned between Brooke’s change room and the next one over. He was sure a few of the ladies were uncomfortable with his presence, but he didn’t care. At least not until a woman came in with her teenage daughter. Then, he just felt like a pervert.
Staring at the woman as she waited for her daughter, Gabe decided he couldn’t take it anymore. He knocked on Brooke’s door. “You almost done with the first one?”
“I’m trying on the second one now. I shouldn’t be too much longer. Then we can go.”
“What?” Gabe had meant that to come across as outrage, but Brooke must have thought he couldn’t hear her. She unlocked the door and popped her head out.
Gabe wasn’t going to miss his opportunity.
“Don’t you want some of this stuff?” He wiggled the basket, and it proved to be just the distraction he needed.
* * *
Brooke squawked as Gabe shoved his way into the changing room. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“You expect me to wait out there?” Gabe set the basket on the floor and locked the door.
“You could have gone back into the main part of the store.”
“I thought an invite to go lingerie shopping with you was an invitation to a fashion show.”
“No.” Brooke crossed her arms over her chest. “Now get out.”
“No way. There’s a kid across the way, and I think she’s buying her first bra. I doubt she’d appreciate me lurking in the hall when she came out.”
“Then wait in the shop.”
Gabe parked his ass on the small bench. “I’m not going anywhere until you do a little modeling.”
“Fine.” Brooke lowered her arms and let him look. She was still wearing her jeans, but she’d swapped her crew neck t-shirt for the push-up bra. She felt ridiculous in it. She had nothing to push up. It created two barely-there swells above the cups. After seeing what the other girls at the motel had, she didn’t see the point in a push-up for herself.
Gabe fished the red thong out from the basket. “Why can’t you try these on?”
“It’s not sanitary.” Brooke pointed to a sign on the wall. “You can try them on over your underwear.”
“Right.” Gabe still considered the panties. “So you don’t think these will fit?”
She’d brought one pair in with her and already tried them on. She knew what size would fit. “I tried on a small earlier. So yes, those will fit.”
Gabe’s smile was wicked. “So put them on.”
“No!”
“You’re going to buy them anyway.” His grin was replaced by big puppy dog eyes. “Please?” He was too damn cute for his own good.
Brooke snatched them from him. “Fine.”
She discarded her jeans and cotton panties and pulled on the thong. She’d only ever owned two or three thongs, and she had worn them rarely. The only time they felt right was when she had pants over them, and even then, she’d get wedgies. But as Gabe sat watching her, she began feeling almost sexy in them.
Gabe circled his finger in the air, indicating she should spin for him. The scrap of material at the front barely covered anything; the piece of cloth in the back covered even less. Regardless, she turned.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she had to admit that the set was pretty hot.
She heard Gabe get up. In the mirror, she saw him approach.
“I like this.” Reaching around her, he traced the top of the cups with his fingers.
Brooke had difficulty finding her voice. “I’m glad. Now, if you leave, I’ll just finish up in here.” She doubted she was very convincing, considering her head rolled back against his shoulder.
His hands dropped down to caress her ass cheeks. “I’ve got a better idea,” he whispered with wicked intent.
She should have stopped him, but as his adept fingers followed the line of the thong up between her cheeks, she couldn’t find the words to do so. Rational thought vanished, leaving her with a limited vocabulary consisting of little more than babble and grunts.
Gabe didn’t seem to suffer from the same problem. In hushed tones so as not to be overheard by the ladies in neighboring stalls, he said, “The material is really soft.” He outlined the waistband, his giant hands settling over her hips. “So is your skin.”
He kissed her neck. She struggled to contain her groan.
“I wonder what the inside feels like.”
She wasn’t sure if he was talking about her or the panties, but with that as a warning, he dipped his right hand beneath the material, cupping her curls and then lower.
His fingers continued to slip south until he was separating her folds. He poked his index finger into her passage, then used the moisture gathered there to spread over her outer lips. He repeated the process each time, making Brooke a little bit dizzier.
Legs shaking, Brooke reached up to hold the back of his neck. Her fingers curled into his flesh as she used him to support herself.
“If you promise to be quiet, I’ll promise to get you off right here.”
All she was capable of was a short nod. Luckily, it was all Gabe required.
“Widen your stance so I can have better access.”
She did. He drove his finger deep, curling it to make a come here motion, petting over her G-spot every time he did it. Her eyes closed in bliss.
Panting, Brooke achieved the unthinkable and pushed an entire sentence past her lips. “How are you so good at this?”
He chuckled against her skin. “I organize orgies with multiple women. It didn’t take me long to figure out what works best. Although each woman is different, so I have to pay attention to how they respond. And believe me, none of them have been shy about telling me what they like or don’t like.”
Brooke smiled weakly, but she didn’t really want to hear about him with the other women.
“You tend to squirm and fight it. You’re normally loud. So when you’re forced to be still, to accept the pleasure, it’s easier to get you off and probably more pleasurable. Your body is extremely sensitive.” He brought his left hand down from her hip. With it, he sought through the folds, pushed back the hood, and lightly touched her clitoris.
She jerked in his hold.
“See?” He continued to kiss and nip at her neck and shoulder, as lower, he stroked over her and filled her with his fingers. “You need to watch, Brooke. Open your eyes and watch in the mirror.”
What she saw in the mirror made her even wetter. His tanned hands looked so dark against her pale skin. She watched the panties stretch and pull with his movements.
She began to tremble, her legs reluctant to support her much longer.
“You’ll be quiet when you come for me, Brooke. If you can’t, bite your lip or your hand, but don’t you dare shy away from it.”
He paused briefly to insert a second, then a third finger. She started to cry out, but Gabe warned her again. She ended up biting the fleshy part of her palm to muffle her scream. Her teeth sank in as she convulsed around him, the orgasm taking hold of her body.
A little sweaty, she fell back against him. Hands still down her panties, Gabe smiled. “I’ve never liked shopping, but I could get used to this.”
Brooke giggled. “I’m going to have to buy these panties for sure now.”
In truth, she’d have to wear them out because there was no way she’d hand them to a cashier now. Now, she’d have to suffer through wearing damp panties.
“I thought that was the original plan.”
Brooke lifted a shoulder and twisted to look in the mirror. “I don’t know. I’ve never really liked thongs.”
“I think you look hot.” Gabe’s gaze was glued to where her ass was displayed in the mirror.
She was still skeptical. “Really?”
Leaning toward her once more, Gabe breathed, “Your ass looks so good in that. If we weren’t in a changing room surrounded by a bunch of people, I would have taken you from behind, facing the mirror so I could play with your tits and watch the entire thing.”
Brooke swallowed. Even though she’d just come, she felt her pussy gush, making her already wet panties even more uncomfortable. He straightened, adjusted himself in his jeans, then sat on the bench again.
“What are you doing?”
He grinned at her. “I’m going to watch the rest of the fashion show. I think I’ve more than earned it.”
She couldn’t argue with his logic.