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Gerri perused the lingerie department of Saks Fifth Avenue. Her active newfound sex life found her frequenting the store more often and she took some personal glee in shopping for the benefit of two people, rather than before when she simply treated herself. She had always indulged in sophisticated and expensive lingerie, it giving her a personal sense of class even if she was the only one who was ever going to see it. She mostly plumped for silk, or lace designs, no padding, but underwire and often in darker colors. There wasn’t much that jumped out at her on this occasion though, but determined to leave with something, she almost settled for a piece resembling what she suspected already lived within her dresser drawer back home, when a young sounding female voice piped up.
“You need another one of those already?” The voice said. Gerri looked up with a faint jump, dropping the lingerie, as if she was being rumbled for attempting to shoplift. The voice belonged to one of the sales assistants in the store, a pretty woman, with iron straight, medium length, chestnut colored hair, parked behind her ears. Her makeup was perfected, with some natural freckles speckling her nose. She had icy blue eyes shining through shimmery light brown shadowed lids, neat dark brows and a hint of pink on both her cheeks and lips. Gerri felt a little awkward around the woman, still unsure as to what prompted the comment.
“I’m sorry?” Gerri said, almost in an unnecessary whisper, thinking for some reason that she had to be quiet. The woman smiled sweetly.
“Um, I rang those up for you the last time you were here.” The woman continued to smile shyly. Gerri took another look at the specific lingerie. “Sorry, ignore me, it’s just de ja vu I suppose.” She let out a sighed laugh, continuing to fiddle with the stock she was tending to.
“No, it’s ok.” Gerri began. “Thank goodness you were here to stop me multi-buying.” Gerri placed the lingerie down neatly and returned the woman’s smile.
“If you like, I can show you some of the new range we’ve had delivered. I was just about to place them out here.” The woman offered. Gerri agreed and waited for the woman to return from the stock room. When she did, the stock had been placed in a more sophisticated basket to that of the cardboard box they’d been delivered in, and the woman ushered Gerri over to an empty table she was to use for the display, giving Gerri an exclusive look at the range.
“So, these come in a set of different colors, some darker shades, but also primrose yellow, fuchsia and this beautiful indigo.” The woman held the latter delicately in the palms of her hands to present to Gerri.
“Wow, that really is beautiful.” Gerri admired. The woman was pleased at the reaction, allowing Gerri to take the garment, as she set out some of the other color options on the table. Gerri held on to the indigo, as she reviewed the others. Selecting one in burgundy and one in emerald green, she confirmed her choices and the woman happily offered to ring the sale up. They walked over to the cash register and Gerri took note of the woman’s name tag: ‘Jaime’.
“I guess I come in here a lot don’t I?” Gerri said. “Especially if you remember me out of all the people that shop here every day.”
Jaime smiled warmly again. “Well, I have seen you here a few times, but mostly I remember you because you dress so well.”
Gerri was flattered, if a little unsure how true it was. Jaime spent some time wrapping the delicate pieces in elegant tissue paper, placing upon it a shiny sticker to hold together. Gerri noticed how Jaime’s hands looked young and smooth, her nails manicured nicely, short, but perfected, with a complimenting, sizeable diamond ring adorning her wedding finger. Gerri tried to hazard a guess how old Jaime might be, losing herself in the concentration. Jaime looked up and caught Gerri’s stare. Once finished with the wrapping, Jaime produced a medium store branded shopping bag to put them in, the wobbled rattle of the bag pulling Gerri out of her gaze.
“If you ever want help, or exclusive access to our newest lines again, just ask for me, Jaime. I manage this section of the store, so I have some worthwhile privileges.” Jaime beamed again, with a wink following her little joke, as Gerri paid for the items.
“I’ll be sure to, thank you.” Gerri replied. Jaime rang up the items and payment. The cash register seemed to be taking some time to produce a receipt.
“I’m sorry, this thing has been slow all day.” Jaime advised. “Sorry if you’re in a hurry.”
Gerri advised her she wasn’t and also assured her it wasn’t a problem. “That’s a beautiful ring.” Gerri mentioned, motioning to Jaime’s wedding finger.
“Thank you. Yeah my husband and I have been married nearly ten years.” Jaime confirmed.
“Wow, that’s lovely.” Gerri mused. “You must have been young when you got married.”
“Late twenties.” Jaime said, to which Gerri was surprised to know she was older than expected.
“Oh, I would have placed you as being younger.” Gerri mentioned.
“Yeah, working in retail management, not exactly career goals I suppose.” Jaime chuckled.
“No, I didn’t mean that.” Gerri said apologetically, but Jaime gave a reassuring shake of her head. “Besides.” Gerri started again. “You’re really good at the job.”
Jaime thanked Gerri for her kind words, mentioning that she in fact ran an online fashion website and blog specifically regarding lingerie. Talking some more and discussing Gerri’s occupation as well, the women stood for a little while getting to know a bit more about one another, as the transaction had finally gone through. Gerri felt almost enchanted by Jaime.
“Well, enjoy your purchases …” Jaime checked Gerri’s card. “… Gerri Kellman.”
Gerri accepted the card back, realizing the whole time she hadn’t actually told Jaime her own name. Gerri lifted the bag in thanks and made her way out the store, but a few seconds later, Jaime called out to her. She scurried up to Gerri and handed her a piece of paper. It displayed Jaime’s website details, in case Gerri might ever want to take a look.
Roman was laid out on his back upon the bed, examining Gerri thoroughly, as she straddled him. He smoothed his hands up and down her thighs, whilst she supported her upper body upon the mattress, hovering over him. He wasn’t inside her yet, as she remained decked out in her new lingerie grinding on him. He concentrated on her intently, closing his eyes at the feel of each push upon his hardness. When he was ready to put himself inside her, he hooked his index finger under her panties and pulled them aside. They were new and sexy, so he didn’t want to waste the opportunity of enjoying them. She sat upon him, taking in his dick, letting a steadied whistle of breath out at the feeling that was never anything less than a delicious intensity.
She pushed her arms away from the bed to sit upright, letting her head fall back in splendor, as she took his hands and held them higher to her hips, coaxing him to grip her harder. She looked down on him, sure to project an undeniable expression of pleasure, letting him know she still desired him. He returned the expression by gritting his teeth down on his bottom lip and emitting a grunt. Occasionally his grip at her hips would pull her down further on him, as he pushed up on her to get deeper. She wasn’t normally on top, but in her curious exploration of sexual discoveries, she tried to find new positions to adopt, keeping them both active and keen for more of each other.
After a while though, he needed to have her close and put a hand up towards her face, not quite able to reach.
“Come here.” He huffed and she sloped down to meet his face.
He finally was able to hold her cheek and kiss her deep. He took it slow rather than frantic, playing around in her mouth and tasting her thoroughly, it was always so much more sensual that way, evident from the dual noises they made and the tannic quench running through their glands. She rode him whilst now laying her body over his, going from kissing him on the mouth to down his neck as they rocked together. He still needed more though and initiated another change in position, only to an upright one, so they could both be vertical. He wanted to see and touch her breasts in her new bra, thumbing over her nipple, whilst kissing her neck now. Her hair was up, having taken some attention to how she would present herself tonight, blonde strands of it hanging down that kinked up and tickled at his face. His hand held the other side of her neck, allowing him to press his lips in deeper, as slight pressure was forced upon her throat. She bounced upon him more and more, feeling his thick, wet tongue slip out as he kissed.
As things got hot, heavier and faster, Roman pulled down the cups of the bra to set her breasts free, pushed them together and buried his mouth in them, licking her nipples. She let out a tiny yelp at the feel of him biting at one point.
She leaned back, supporting herself with one arm and raising her other to his face. He grabbed at her hips again and pumped, her thumb trailed his cheek and she studied him, nothing but wonder and want in her eyes. She lost herself for a moment and pushing herself forward, shoved him backward on the bed with force, leaving him a little shocked, but quickly changing attitude to arousal, as she took dominance over him. Her breasts hung over the bra and he couldn’t resist putting a hand out to grab one, but she slapped it out the way furiously. That shock and surprise appeared again, but he dared not complain. Without thinking, he would grab at her in other places, but she’d snap his hands away, disallowing him the joy of touching her, or taking any control, and as much as he wanted to touch her, he also loved her harshness. She’d smirk each time he received his punishment.
“You’re going to have to ask nicely if you want to touch me Roman.” She breathed.
He obeyed her. “Can I touch you Gerri?”
She smirked some more toying with him. “Beg for it.”
“Please.” He wept. “Please, please, please let me touch you.”
She let him have what he wanted, but still took control, taking his hands and driving them up her body. When they reached her breasts, she squeezed his grip and fucked him quicker and quicker. She was having to hold on to her rhythm, not knowing if her body was up for such work, but soon enough he was crying out and announcing his wonderous orgasm.