“You don’t want to look around a little bit?” I dreaded saying it the moment it was out of my mouth, picturing hours spent walking from store to store, sitting outside with heaps of bags. Jeanette looked up at me, a glint of pure mischief sparking in her eyes before she laughed out loud. “You’ve been very good to me, Sean. I wouldn’t do that to you.”
The shopping mall was relatively quiet, at least this section was, with it’s lights a little lower, and it’s music a little quieter. Jeanette surprised me when she said she hated clothes shopping, when we were at the front entrance. She did a quick scan of the map by the front doors, and decided on the most likely place to go, a shop selling nothing but swimwear and lingerie, and headed directly there, ignoring everything else.
I had already spotted the bench outside of the store, and had figured on sitting out here a while. Maybe going to the coffee place across the corridor and picking up something while I sat. It looked like as good a place as any to wait. I hate the wooden benches, they always make my legs fall asleep, but I didn’t think she’d actually want the company. Every woman I’d ever known hated going shopping with men, and I always thought that the benches were put outside these stores so that men would have places to sit and wait. You never saw women sitting on them, just guys, usually holding shopping bags.
She let out a short laugh, leaning in to kiss me quickly, and pulled me back up off the bench as I started to get comfortable. “If I have to go shopping, then so do you. I’m going to need your help anyway, to decide, or I’m going to come out with the first black bikini I set eyes on.”
“And that’s bad, ‘Nette?” I whispered in her ear as we walked into the store. She tilts her head up to kiss me, her hand reaching up to touch my jaw. “You decide for yourself in a minute. You might see something you’d like to see me in.” I followed just behind her, my hand making little circles on her lower back, as she made her way around the displays of lingerie to a section with swimwear.
The music was softer here, and the spotlights dimmer, casting everything in a soft golden glow, making the red fabric that covered everything deeper, and richer. I watch the colour play across the inner light of Jeanette’s skin, thinking I might have to start looking for another bedspread, maybe one in that same red colour, if I can find one. My blue one doesn’t nearly do her justice.
The saleswoman came over to help Jeanette, and the two soon had a small pile of things for her to try on. I followed them as they made their way to a closed off area at the back, doing my best to pretend I wasn’t uncomfortable as I walked past a lot of very sexy lingerie. Jeanette was right about not coming out with the first black bikini, everything she picked was beautiful, making me look around and see even more things I’d think would look beautiful on her. All of which made me more uncomfortable. Maybe if it was just Jeanette, and not the saleswoman, I wouldn’t feel so awkward.
The woman fumbled with her keys, to unlock the changing rooms, and I caught the pile of bikinis before she dropped them. She took a quick look at my wedding ring, her eyes automatically flicking over to spy Jeanette’s as well. She smiled and visibly relaxed, as she finally opened the door to the room. “Usually we’d have you sit outside sir, but, seeing as she’s your wife, I’ll overlook it.” Her voice is a slow drawl, as she pats my arm, smiling, and moves past, leaving me in the dimly lit mirrored room with Jeanette.
In my head I was about to correct her, and say that no, we weren’t in fact married, but having someone refer to Jeanette as my wife floored me. We’ve had people assume it pretty much since our first date, because of the rings we wore. The waiter at the restaurant, and the young couple at the diner, but this is the first time anyone actually came out loud and said it. My wife. I had thought that word, and what it meant, would be dead to me forever.
Jeanette waited until the saleswoman left before sitting beside me, and asking if I was okay, her hand pushing all of the bikinis I held out of the way, so she could hold my hand when she asked it. I reached over to play with her hair, loving the way the light fell on it, and reflected against that same deep red velvety fabric as out front. I watched her watching me for a moment, the concern in her eyes touching me deeply, before nodding, and kissing her rumpled up spot between her eyebrows.
I had thought the dark blue bikini had looked nice, when Jeanette and the saleslady had first picked it out. I had even nodded when they both looked at me to see what I thought of it. I probably would have nodded at anything. Watching her as she got up from the low red velvet bench, I knew I didn’t want to see her in it, that I could probably never see her in blue again. I dug through the pile I had in my lap, coming up with a light red one for her to try on right away, and a darker one to try on afterwards.
As she disappeared behind the red curtain to get changed, my mind wandered back to the saleswoman calling her my wife. It had floored me but it had also sounded right. It sounded good to hear it, and that scared me and made me happy in a way I couldn’t explain even if I had all day. I wondered for a moment about her being my wife, about being able to call her my wife.
Under the curtain,her skirt falls around her ankles before she picks it up, the tiny red bikini sliding over her ankles before my view is cut off by the red velvet curtain. She peeks her head out from around the drape, just as I was wondering if she had a mirror in there or not. Looking both ways before stepping out of the small cubicle to take a look in the mirrors across the room.
My breath catches as I watch her. The slight flush across her cheeks, nervously nibbling her bottom lip. Walking on her toes, as though, if she were quiet enough, no one would see her in that tiny red bikini. Her hands flutter, unsure of where to rest, as they fidgeted with this line or that strap.
“Don’t, Jeanette. You’re beautiful.” Her hands had rested for a moment across the pale stretchmarks across her belly, her eyes flickering closed. I didn’t need to be a woman to see that doubt, that insecurity, about what some would call a flaw. I loved every line and curve, and I loved every mark too.
She watched me for a second, before breaking into a shy silly grin and turning back to the mirror. Her dark hair rippled in the dim light, falling down her back, the last tendrils of it brushing against the dimples of her lower back, just above the little red bikini. Maybe getting to actually go shopping with a woman wasn’t so bad after all.
My breath caught again, as I watched her kneel, just on one knee, before sitting sideways on the bench beside me. Just that one fleeting image of her on her knees was enough to fill my belly with butterflies. I handed her the darker red bikini, smiling as she jumped up to try it on.
She tried on quite a few more things, each time coming back to sit, or kneel, on the low red velvet bench. Every time she did it, my gut would knot up, until the little pile of bikinis the two women had picked out was all but gone. The next one she tried on was a tiny black bikini with a weird kind of clip at the side of her hips. Not being able to get the clip done up properly, she knelt beside me on the bench, with her hip at eye level so I could do it up for her. Her eyes caught mine when my hands shook. She was driving me crazy. I had never had that kind of reaction before, to the sight of any woman on her knees, but with Jeanette, something about it drove me crazy.
The saleswoman came back, peeking her head around the corner, just as I got the clasp done up. “Did you see anything you liked?”
I traced a line over the soft skin of Jeanettes’ thigh, looking up at her for a moment. “What about it, Sean. Did you see anything you liked?” Her dark eyes glint with more than just mischief when she asked, the ghost of a smile on her lips. I could definitely get to like shopping.
“I saw a couple of other things I’d love to see you in.” My hand lingered up the curve of her hip as I stood. “I’ll be back in a minute.” I hand her the last bikini from the pile in my lap, taking a deep breath before leaving the changing room with the saleswoman a step in front of me.
I can feel the flush in my cheeks, as my fingertips traced the lines of the beautiful black teddy I had seen earlier. “We have the same one in a deep red as well, would you like to see that one too?” I barely heard her, but looked over and nodded, not really trusting my voice at this point.
I guess the woman must be used to that by now, as she just smiled at me, and moved through the rack, checking sizes, until she came up with the right one. It’s probably just as well, as I wouldn’t have the slightest idea. Something else she’s probably used to. Smiling back at her, I finally find my voice. “Thanks.”
“There’s a matching set of bra and panties for this.” She holds up the dark red teddy, letting the light catch it as the fabric folds over her arm. “Would you like to see that as well?” She’s already moved to where they were, and, after looking through the sizes again, pulls out a set.
“Did you want me to put them in the changing room for you?” I noticed that she said they were for me, and I suppose that’s true. The bikinis might very well have been what Jeanette had in mind when she came in here, but what I picked out was clearly for me.
“I don’t think that’d be a very good idea.” I grin back at her, dropping my head for a second as I picture Jeanette wearing what I picked out. We would never make it out of the store. I close my eyes, thinking of making love to her on that red bench. I had the saleswoman box up the black teddy, and the dark red panty set, before asking her to help me look for another bikini for Jeanette. She clearly had an understanding of what I liked, after what I had already picked out. Moving past the brighter colours, she settled on a deep dark red string bikini, so dark it was nearly black, with little strings on the sides. I nodded and smiled at her, as I walked back to the changing room to ask Jeanette to try it on.
Jeanette waited until the saleslady pulled the curtain for the dressing room closed, which cast the room into its deeper shades of red again. Sitting on the very edge of the red bench I held out the bikini for her to try on. I felt nervous and knew I was starting to blush. I also knew I didn’t care about it anymore. She took one last look at the curtain, as though willing it to stay closed, before slipping out of the bikini she had on, right out in the middle of the changing room. Watching me the entire time, that deep fire back in her eyes. My hands shook as she took the bikini from me, her fingertips brushing mine. Her head lowered for a moment, but not so much that I couldn’t watch as her lip traced it’s maddening line along her bottom lip before pulling it in.
Watching me the entire time, she knelt on the red bench, her knees far enough apart that I could almost watch the pale pink flower of her. At least in my mind I could. Pulling the ties loose, she put the bikini bottom on, her hand holding out the strings on one side for me to tie while she tied the other side. If someone had told me it would require this much concentration to tie a simple knot, I wouldn’t have believed them. My hand rested on her thigh as she put the top on.
Her hand traced up the line of my jaw, making me look up at her again. “Is this what you like, Sean?” She wasn’t talking about the bikini, or she wasn’t talking about just the bikini. I nodded to both, swallowing hard, watching her blush. She could be innocent and yet so incredibly seductive, so sexy, at the same time. It wasn’t an act, it was just her. She leaned forward, still on her knees with her hand braced on my thigh, and kissed me, before slowly, oh so slowly, getting back up again to get changed.
I could feel the hot flush on my face as I ran my hand over it. Hard, hot, and bothered about summed it up. I wasn’t the only one blushing. Jeanette looked so shy, as she stepped out from behind the curtain, fully dressed again. She covered her face with her hand for a moment, unwilling to look up at me, until I held her chin, like she had done with mine. “You’re so sexy, Jeanette.”
She relaxes under my touch, resting into my side as we left the changing room. “You make me feel that way, Sean.” I nuzzle over her hair, as I take the bikini from her, and pay for it, and the box that she hasn’t seen yet, shushing her before she could object.
I buried my nose in her neck, grinning, as my arms slipped around her waist, my erection pressed hard into her lower back. Whispering into her ear as the saleswoman rang everything up, “You’re going to have to walk in front of me when we get out of here, ‘Nette.” She smiled up at me, pressing her body back into mine.
I kissed her ear as we left the store, and kissed her at every light on the way home. It was only a five minute drive, with a short stop in the middle as we pulled into a drive through to pick up something to eat. It felt like forever. A deep passionate kiss, my hand tangled up in her hair. The image of her on her knees on that red bench enough to make me groan out loud. I fumbled with the house keys, nearly dropping them, before the both of us stumbled into the house.
“Are you going to show me what you picked out?” Her voice is raw and sexy, her lips brushing over my ear as I pushed us back into my bedroom. Dinner got thrown on the kitchen counter, the bags from the lingerie store were thrown on the bed the moment I could do it without breaking something.
“Are you going to wear it for me, ‘Nette?” I sat on the edge of the bed, with her standing between my knees. My hands down the small of her back, cupping her rear. My fingertips traced over the bottom curve inwards, pressing hard up the seam of her skirt, following the cleft between her cheeks, before settling on the zipper of her skirt. Her hands had pulled my shirt free and I kissed her neck before letting her pull it over my head.
Her skirt pooled around her ankles as I undid the zipper at the back of her skirt. She pulls her shirt and bra off, standing between my legs in nothing but her panties. My hands hold her hips for a moment, before slipping them down over her thighs, running my hands back up to hold her hips again. I brushed my lips over the soft skin of her belly, the delicate scent of her perfume, and the first pheromone tang of her sweat filling my head. She’s so beautiful. “‘Nette…” I whispered her name against the silk of her skin as her hands traced up my arms, turning my skin to gooseflesh.
She pushed back a little, and I was a little confused until I watched her smile, and tilt her head to the box on the bed. I reached back to open the box, pulling the black silk teddy out of the box. The saleswoman had clipped all of the tags off beforehand, so I didn’t need to worry about it. The feel of it was beautiful in my hands, and I had to take a deep breath, just thinking about the feel of it against her skin.
I held it out to her, watching every move as she put it on. “It’s beautiful, Sean.” I swallowed hard, wanting to say something, anything, and not being able to. My head buzzed, and everything felt slow. Being near her was like being drunk, but without the loss of clarity. I watched the ripples of shadow across the silk as it moved over her body, as the silk skated over her skin. Her nipples hardening even more, as she stepped towards me. Barely kissing me, her lips brushing against my ear, as she crept up on the bed beside me, on her hands and knees.
She knelt behind me, in the middle of the bed, the small flush across her cheeks as she looked up, just enough to make sure I was watching her. How could I be doing anything but watch her? Her head drops again, turned away from me, as she bites her lip, spreading her knees a little wider.
Looking over her shoulder at me, her lips parted, that small flicker of doubt crosses her face, maybe wondering what I’ll think of her playfulness. Fearing I might judge her badly for it, or take it the wrong way. There’s no way I could ever do that with Jeanette. Her eyes flicker closed, as she lowers to her hands and knees first, and then her elbows. Looking back across her shoulder at me one last time.
Seeing her on her knees again had me panting hard, with that last look over her shoulder, I kicked my boots off, and stripped. If I could have just ripped my clothes off I would. My hands ran over her thighs as I knelt behind her, cupping her rear, her skin hot under the cool silk. The heat between her legs has me moan with wanting her, as I open the two snaps at the bottom of the teddy. My fingers trace the lines of her open flower, already soaked and waiting for me.
“‘Nette..” I lean over her back, my erection brushing against the silk of her teddy, making me shudder. Resting my forehead on her back, I fight with myself, to not grab her hips and drive hard into her, not just yet. She had looked so nervous. “I like it when you’re playful, ‘Nette. It drives me crazy.”
I nip the back of her neck, as she turns and smiles at me. That deep fire in her eyes makes my breath catch, before it all comes out at once, an animal snort that fits better with how I feel. I reach over her back a little further, to grab a condom from the night stand drawer. Sheathed, I push her chest a little further into the bed. “You better hang on, ‘Nette.”
I wasn’t going to be gentle this time, I don’t think I could be. Jeanette didn’t want me to be either as her hips pressed back into mine and her hands braced against the headboard, as I slammed hard into her. My eyes closed tight as I withdrew, seeing her kneeling on the red bench, and wishing I had been brave enough to take her there. Jeanette maybe would have been, maybe. So fucking shy. How can she be so shy and so sexy at the same time?
“Oh god, Sean!” I’m lost, my hips driving hard into her. Having her scream under me is incredible in itself. Having her scream my name while she does it is like insanity. Her hips shift, changing the angle within her, and she’s driven to that place of madness. Like a wild animal underneath me, coming hard, tightening and clenching along my length.
My hand tightens into a fist in her hair as I bend low over her back, the sweat between us making it nearly frictionless, as our bodies slid together, faster and harder. She arches back harder into me, crying out, as I slide my free hand through her soaked curls to circle her swollen clitoris. Her slick wetness poured out of her, across my hands, as we made love. The feel of her so wet made me scream her name, and once I started I couldn’t stop. She felt so good.
I circled her clitoris harder, knowing I was going to come, and wanting her to come again before I did. “Come for me, beautiful, I’m not going to last.” My balls hurt as I fought my release. Reaching down to nip and bite at the skin of her shoulders, I watched her as she came. Her eyes fluttering closed, the quick gasps of breath, before it was let out in a scream. Her arms braced hard against the headboard, she pushed back, arcing her hips up into me with every thrust. “Oh…fuck…Sean…!” I screamed out her name, exploding deep within her, her own orgasm mirroring mine.
“I love you so much, ‘Nette.” I whispered in her ear, all the voice I could manage. Crouched over her to keep my weight off of her, I pulled back, sliding free before I spilled. Holding her, as she turned in my arms, my hand reaching up to wipe away the tears at the corners of her eyes. “Did I hurt you?”
I watch her carefully as she shakes her head, smiling at me. “I don’t know what got into me, ‘Nette. Watching you in that changing room made me a little crazy.” We put our heads together, laughing softly.
“I’m not usually like that, Sean. I…” Her eyes drop, watching my chest and her hands are fidgeting with the bunched up fabric of her teddy. The blush deepens across her cheeks, as fresh tears pool against the fan of her lashes, threatening to spill down her cheeks.
She makes me crazy, makes me feel alive. I guess it had never really occurred to me that I might make her feel wild too. “Don’t cry, Jeanette. I love that side of you.” I cup her face in my hands, kissing the fan of her eyelashes. Feeling her tears and tasting the salt of them against my lips has me pulling her tightly to me. Even knowing in my heart how deeply I loved her couldn’t prepare me for the wave of emotion that washed over me. My tongue traced over my lip, tasting her honesty, her shyness, her wildness and desire. “I love you.” More than you will ever know, Jeanette.
“I love you too, Sean.”
I kissed her again, softly, my hand stroking over her tangled hair. “Are you hungry?” The very sound of the word has both of our stomachs rumbling, making us laugh again.
“Yeah, what did you grab?” I helped her find her pajamas from the other day, and a sweatshirt. She took off the beautiful teddy, holding it in her hands for a moment, before carefully smoothing it out and leaving it on the bed behind her.
“I don’t remember, all I could think of was you.” I started making her a cup of coffee, laughing at her as she poked through the bags. Mouthing the dreaded word ‘sandwiches’ at me, grinning. “I need to run out to pick up some milk, ‘Nette. I’ll be back in a minute.”
I stopped at the bank on the way home, transferring money to another account, put away for the time when I was actually brave enough to put a ring on her finger.
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