On the drive to the mall I found out why Eve suggested not wearing panties. While she steered, she kept one hand up my skirt, caressing my bare thigh and teasing my pussy lips. I was kept on a slow boil the whole ride, squirming for more contact, shying away from it, always yearning. She wouldn't apply more pressure though, she just kept a teasing caress going. I was meant to be aroused but not satisfied.
I kept glancing over at her, and I would catch her smirking at my aroused discomfort. I blushed and moaned and bit my lip throughout the drive. I was so wet. No one had ever done things like this for me. Called me "sexy" and "beautiful" and touched me in the car.
"We're here," she said, pulling into a parking spot.
I moved to unbuckle, but she kept her hand on my pussy. I looked her in the eye.
"We waiting for something?" I asked.
Eve grinned and lifted her hand out. She placed her index and middle fingers against my lips, glistening with my nectar. I blushed.
"Can't leave a mess," she teased.
I dutifully opened my mouth and sucked on the tips of her fingers, drawing them into my lips. I looked her in the eye the whole time, blushing throughout. There was something so erotic about doing that for her. It was a combination of things - fingers weren't the most sexual of body parts, they weren't breasts or pussy or penises, but they were still sensitive. I knew it brought her some pleasure. But it was also the intimacy, of looking into her eyes, suckling, knowing anyone that saw it would know it was a sexual act.
"You're oral as hell," Eve moaned. "You really enjoy using your mouth, don't you?"
I blushed and nodded as I sucked, making a soft noise of affirmation in my throat. Eve smiled and tugged her fingers free, making me moan and pout. I wanted to keep doing it.
"More later," she told me. "Greedy girl."
She got out of the car and I joined her, as we headed into the mall. I walked abreast of her, and fought the urge to reach for her hand. Eve walked casually, elegant in her heels, window shopping, keeping one hand on her purse. I did my best to keep up, aware that I didn't look half as pretty as she did. I probably looked like the "fat friend."
We went into a few classy stores, with high-end dresses and skirts and tops. Some of the employees greeted Eve by name, so I assumed she was a preferred customer. She and her husband had a lot of money, by all accounts, so I wouldn't have been surprised if stores were happy to see her. We glanced at clothes for a bit, and Eve bought a few tops and dresses for herself. We marched on down the mall, now with a few bags in hand.
"I thought we were going to buy underwear?" I leaned over and said as discreetly as I could.
"We are," she smiled, waving at some acquaintance as we walked by. "But do you really want to go in there directly, like a woman on a mission, or do you want to have some camouflage, other kinds of bags to carry?"
I nodded, that made sense. I had a lot to learn.
Eventually we made it to the right store, and walked in like it was any other. Eve's confident, relaxed demeanour was an education in itself. If I had acted furtive, people would have been suspicious. It wasn't like I was wearing a sign, "Cheating on my husband." I was just out shopping with a girlfriend, so for as anyone knew. I took a deep breath and tried to just go with the flow.
"With your light hair and complexion, I think you're well-suited to darker colours," Eve said. She held up a lacy bra and panties set in crimson, and another in navy. "Light colours will wash you out."
"If you say so," I shrugged.
Eve glanced at me. "Yes or no, Mal, no diffidence. Do you like them?"
I blushed. "Um, yes. They're both nice."
She collected them and moved to a different display. "See these bodysuits and teddies? They're not my favourite, they cover up your mound and make accessibility an issue."
Eve said it so matter-of-fact, like we were discussing the weather.
"Good to know," I nodded.
She took me over to another section. "For nightwear, I don't mind baby-dolls and slips, they're more slinky, feminine. You'd look lovely in this black one."
Eve grabbed a lacy baby-doll nightie that was incredibly low cut. The lace would make it really revealing, the extra cleavage seemed hardly necessary.
"Isn't that one showing off too much?" I asked.
"You won't know for sure until you try it on, darling, and besides, showing you off is the point," Eve smiled.
I flushed red and glanced around. Then I realized no one was really paying us any attention, and over-reacting would draw it in more than I would like. I tried to compose myself. Ever since we'd left the car my heart had been beating a little too fast, like I felt like I was a spy being followed or something. I needed to relax.
"Be cool, everybody, act like it's just a regular day," I said, quoting a line I liked from Pitch Perfect.
Eve raised an eyebrow and glanced around. "Who's everybody?"
I laughed. "Nothing, sorry, just a movie quip."
Eve shrugged and moved along the aisle, picking out a dark purple corset and stockings and garters. We moved towards the back of the store and she tugged me into a dressing room. There was a padded bench along one wall, hooks along the other for hanging up selections, and the other wall was entirely a mirror. Eve hung up her choices and sat on the bench, crossing her elegant legs.
"Try one on."
I nodded and looked over her choices. I felt my tummy butterflies do somersaults. I wasn't used to someone watching me dress, let alone in a semi-public forum. Back in high school, I'd taken only one year of gym class because I felt so awkward showering and changing in the same space as other girls. Now that memory came back to me, and at the same time as it made me nervous it also made me damp. Had part of my unease back then been because I had been secretly attracted to the other girls? Or was the arousal just in retrospect?
I reached out for the navy bra and panties, they were the most conservative selection on on offer. I heard Eve make a sound, and looked over at her. She shook her head.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" she asked.
"OH!" I said. I looked down at myself. "I'm still dressed."
"Yes, that's right. Might make it hard to try on a bra," Eve teased.
I nodded. I peeled my dress off and hung it up, shivering at being naked except for my sandals. My nipples ached with stiffness. I was really aware of Eve's eyes on my body.
I grabbed the bra and pulled it on. The lace cups fit my breasts snugly but perfectly, once I adjusted the straps a bit. Eve had a good eye for sizes, it always took me forever on my own.
"Um, I can't try on the panties, you have to buy them first. No returns,," I said.
"Don't worry about it," she waved her hand.
I bit my lip and nodded, tugging the matching panties on. I stood for her, and Eve made an appreciative noise. She twirled her finger. I blinked, and then realized she meant that I should turn. I moved in a slow circle, letting her see me from every angle.
"Good. We'll get that and the red ones. Next," Eve declared.
I trembled a little as I stripped for her again. The act of taking on clothes in front of her kept ratcheting my arousal up, making me wetter. I kept getting exposed. I felt bare, even once I pulled the baby-doll on. Part of that was the cleavage - the top had a deep V shape, and the lace barely covered any of my boobs, just the nipples and aureoles really. You could sort of seem them through the fabric, though.
"This is really naughty," I said to her, blushing as I looked at myself in the mirror.
"That's the point, Mal," she laughed. "I don't want a prude in the boudoir, I want a slut."
I felt a tremor run through my body as she used that last word. My cheeks went even redder. Eve raised an eyebrow and she had that smug, sexy smirk in the corner of her mouth again. I felt like she was memorizing my reactions. It seemed like she had noticed the change in me as soon as I heard the word, and I felt like she was making note of it to use later. Even when I wasn't naked, I felt exposed with her...
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I kept glancing over at her, and I would catch her smirking at my aroused discomfort. I blushed and moaned and bit my lip throughout the drive. I was so wet. No one had ever done things like this for me. Called me "sexy" and "beautiful" and touched me in the car.
"We're here," she said, pulling into a parking spot.
I moved to unbuckle, but she kept her hand on my pussy. I looked her in the eye.
"We waiting for something?" I asked.
Eve grinned and lifted her hand out. She placed her index and middle fingers against my lips, glistening with my nectar. I blushed.
"Can't leave a mess," she teased.
I dutifully opened my mouth and sucked on the tips of her fingers, drawing them into my lips. I looked her in the eye the whole time, blushing throughout. There was something so erotic about doing that for her. It was a combination of things - fingers weren't the most sexual of body parts, they weren't breasts or pussy or penises, but they were still sensitive. I knew it brought her some pleasure. But it was also the intimacy, of looking into her eyes, suckling, knowing anyone that saw it would know it was a sexual act.
"You're oral as hell," Eve moaned. "You really enjoy using your mouth, don't you?"
I blushed and nodded as I sucked, making a soft noise of affirmation in my throat. Eve smiled and tugged her fingers free, making me moan and pout. I wanted to keep doing it.
"More later," she told me. "Greedy girl."
She got out of the car and I joined her, as we headed into the mall. I walked abreast of her, and fought the urge to reach for her hand. Eve walked casually, elegant in her heels, window shopping, keeping one hand on her purse. I did my best to keep up, aware that I didn't look half as pretty as she did. I probably looked like the "fat friend."
We went into a few classy stores, with high-end dresses and skirts and tops. Some of the employees greeted Eve by name, so I assumed she was a preferred customer. She and her husband had a lot of money, by all accounts, so I wouldn't have been surprised if stores were happy to see her. We glanced at clothes for a bit, and Eve bought a few tops and dresses for herself. We marched on down the mall, now with a few bags in hand.
"I thought we were going to buy underwear?" I leaned over and said as discreetly as I could.
"We are," she smiled, waving at some acquaintance as we walked by. "But do you really want to go in there directly, like a woman on a mission, or do you want to have some camouflage, other kinds of bags to carry?"
I nodded, that made sense. I had a lot to learn.
Eventually we made it to the right store, and walked in like it was any other. Eve's confident, relaxed demeanour was an education in itself. If I had acted furtive, people would have been suspicious. It wasn't like I was wearing a sign, "Cheating on my husband." I was just out shopping with a girlfriend, so for as anyone knew. I took a deep breath and tried to just go with the flow.
"With your light hair and complexion, I think you're well-suited to darker colours," Eve said. She held up a lacy bra and panties set in crimson, and another in navy. "Light colours will wash you out."
"If you say so," I shrugged.
Eve glanced at me. "Yes or no, Mal, no diffidence. Do you like them?"
I blushed. "Um, yes. They're both nice."
She collected them and moved to a different display. "See these bodysuits and teddies? They're not my favourite, they cover up your mound and make accessibility an issue."
Eve said it so matter-of-fact, like we were discussing the weather.
"Good to know," I nodded.
She took me over to another section. "For nightwear, I don't mind baby-dolls and slips, they're more slinky, feminine. You'd look lovely in this black one."
Eve grabbed a lacy baby-doll nightie that was incredibly low cut. The lace would make it really revealing, the extra cleavage seemed hardly necessary.
"Isn't that one showing off too much?" I asked.
"You won't know for sure until you try it on, darling, and besides, showing you off is the point," Eve smiled.
I flushed red and glanced around. Then I realized no one was really paying us any attention, and over-reacting would draw it in more than I would like. I tried to compose myself. Ever since we'd left the car my heart had been beating a little too fast, like I felt like I was a spy being followed or something. I needed to relax.
"Be cool, everybody, act like it's just a regular day," I said, quoting a line I liked from Pitch Perfect.
Eve raised an eyebrow and glanced around. "Who's everybody?"
I laughed. "Nothing, sorry, just a movie quip."
Eve shrugged and moved along the aisle, picking out a dark purple corset and stockings and garters. We moved towards the back of the store and she tugged me into a dressing room. There was a padded bench along one wall, hooks along the other for hanging up selections, and the other wall was entirely a mirror. Eve hung up her choices and sat on the bench, crossing her elegant legs.
"Try one on."
I nodded and looked over her choices. I felt my tummy butterflies do somersaults. I wasn't used to someone watching me dress, let alone in a semi-public forum. Back in high school, I'd taken only one year of gym class because I felt so awkward showering and changing in the same space as other girls. Now that memory came back to me, and at the same time as it made me nervous it also made me damp. Had part of my unease back then been because I had been secretly attracted to the other girls? Or was the arousal just in retrospect?
I reached out for the navy bra and panties, they were the most conservative selection on on offer. I heard Eve make a sound, and looked over at her. She shook her head.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" she asked.
"OH!" I said. I looked down at myself. "I'm still dressed."
"Yes, that's right. Might make it hard to try on a bra," Eve teased.
I nodded. I peeled my dress off and hung it up, shivering at being naked except for my sandals. My nipples ached with stiffness. I was really aware of Eve's eyes on my body.
I grabbed the bra and pulled it on. The lace cups fit my breasts snugly but perfectly, once I adjusted the straps a bit. Eve had a good eye for sizes, it always took me forever on my own.
"Um, I can't try on the panties, you have to buy them first. No returns,," I said.
"Don't worry about it," she waved her hand.
I bit my lip and nodded, tugging the matching panties on. I stood for her, and Eve made an appreciative noise. She twirled her finger. I blinked, and then realized she meant that I should turn. I moved in a slow circle, letting her see me from every angle.
"Good. We'll get that and the red ones. Next," Eve declared.
I trembled a little as I stripped for her again. The act of taking on clothes in front of her kept ratcheting my arousal up, making me wetter. I kept getting exposed. I felt bare, even once I pulled the baby-doll on. Part of that was the cleavage - the top had a deep V shape, and the lace barely covered any of my boobs, just the nipples and aureoles really. You could sort of seem them through the fabric, though.
"This is really naughty," I said to her, blushing as I looked at myself in the mirror.
"That's the point, Mal," she laughed. "I don't want a prude in the boudoir, I want a slut."
I felt a tremor run through my body as she used that last word. My cheeks went even redder. Eve raised an eyebrow and she had that smug, sexy smirk in the corner of her mouth again. I felt like she was memorizing my reactions. It seemed like she had noticed the change in me as soon as I heard the word, and I felt like she was making note of it to use later. Even when I wasn't naked, I felt exposed with her...
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