I ran my fingers over the black leather teddy and tried to imagine how it would feel against my skin. The blank gaze of the mannequin modeling it gave me no clue. My friend Allison had given me a gift certificate to Camouflage, a boutique on the mall in downtown Santa Cruz that the conservatives around town kept trying to close down. It had a touch of Victoria's Secret and Frederick's of Hollywood near the front door, but further towards the back was an assortment of leather apparel and a wall of sex toys from dildos, vibrators, and anal plugs to nipple clamps, whips and blind folds.
I knew the gift was supposed to be a joke. "Forty isn't fatal," read her birthday card. "Find something sexy!" I thought it was presumptuous of her to think I didn't own anything sexy, although I would have to dig far into my closet to find it. As I looked around the store, I couldn't imagine myself in most of the outfits.
I laughed inwardly at a leather teddy with holes cut out for the tits. Mark would really think I had flipped out if I bought something like that. I gently touched a box containing a blindfold and restraints, and felt a tingle of excitement. One of my favorite fantasies was about being tied up and blindfolded while a man... Mark of course... made love to me. I had mentioned the idea once to him, but he said he wasn't into the bondage scene.
I strolled back up to the front of the shop and spotted a pair of black lace panties. "Sexy and yet not too slutty looking," I thought as I picked them up and looked at them. I chuckled out loud when I realized the crotch had two tiny snaps for quick release and a thong backside. I decided it was an appropriate amount of seduction that even Mark could handle. A quick glance at the price tag confirmed that the gift certificate would cover the cost and I headed for the cashier.
As I left the store with my Camouflage bag in hand, I crossed the street to get a cup of coffee at the Roasting Company. A quick cafe latte and then I would head back home. I was standing in line waiting to order, and bent over slightly to admire the display of desserts beneath the counter.
"They look delicious, don't they?"
I turned around to see a very nice looking man smiling at me. I guessed him to be my age, brown hair graying at the temples and beautiful cornflower blue eyes. His beard was cut short, outlining a strong jaw and full lips.
"Yes, they do," I said smiling back at him.
"Would you split a piece with me?" he asked kindly.
I didn't know what to say. Was he trying to pick me up? It had been so long since anyone had made a pass at me that I wasn't sure I would recognize one if I saw it.
"Oh, I shouldn't... thanks," I answered trying to be cordial.
"You don't want my high cholesterol hanging on your conscience now do you?" He took a step nearer and I could smell his musky cologne. His smile was so genuine that I had to chuckle.
"Do you always use guilt to get women to do what you want?" I teased.
"No," he said placing his hand on my back and moving us closer to the counter. "I just use my charm." Before I could respond, he had ordered us both a cup of coffee and a piece of chocolate mousse cheesecake. I thanked him after he paid and followed him to a table in the corner of the room.
"My name is Brad," he said holding out his hand after we sat down at the table.
"Joni," I said extending mine.
"Choose your weapon," he said holding up two forks. I smiled into his blue eyes and took one of the forks.
"So what are you doing on this lovely day, Joni?" he asked scooping the first bite of chocolate off the plate. He took it slowly into his mouth, holding it for a moment to savor the taste before running it around on his tongue. I was so entranced by watching him eat that I had almost forgotten the question.
"Oh, um.. shopping and running some errands." Brad looked over and saw my bag sitting on the floor next to my chair and raised an eyebrow.
"Camouflage huh?" I took a bite of cake nervously and ate it much quicker than he had savored his. "Are you going to tell me what you bought?"
I let out a nervous laugh and picked up my coffee. "I don't think so Brad," I said blowing across the top of the cup.
"Well, then. I'll just have to start guessing until I'm right." He looked back down at the bag as if checking the size of the contents and then slowly scraped another sliver of cake off the plate. He watched my face as he wrapped his lips around the fork and ever so slowly pulled it between his lips. My nipples started to ache as I watched him roll the chocolate around with his tongue. Was I even breathing? I tore my eyes away and reached for another bite of cake.
"You don't strike me as the leather type," he said tapping the fork against a knuckle on his other hand.
"Thank you," I said smiling back at him.
"So, I'm guessing a piece of sexy lingerie. Hum?"
"Maybe." I couldn't keep myself from grinning, and he knew that he had guessed correctly.
"Now... what kind," he said scooping off another piece of cake. He held it in front of his mouth and looked at me as I waited and watched. He liked having my attention this way. It was obvious, and I hated the fact that I was drawn into it and getting turned on at the same time.
"It could be a bra," he said glancing down at my breasts. I could feel my face getting flush as he stared toward my nipples and I grabbed my coffee as a distraction. I knew that they were erect enough from my excitement to be noticeable against my silk blouse. He nibbled little bites from the fork, licking his lips each time until I had to shift my legs and cross them. He looked down towards my lap and smiled. "No, I think I'm going to guess a pair of panties."
I didn't say anything as I reached for another bite of cake. I was suddenly wondering how on earth I had managed to be sitting with a good-looking, obviously sensual man guessing what kind of underwear I had just bought.
"So, tell me Joni. Am I right?" he pressed.
"Yes," I said looking down into my cup.
"May I see them?" he asked putting his fork down on the table.
I couldn't believe he was asking me this. Was he some kind of pervert? I'm certain my expression was somewhat shocked and I sat there stunned as he reached down and picked up my bag. He held it out to the side of his chair and opened it slightly and looked inside.
"Very nice," he said closing the bag and setting it back down at my feet. I was paralyzed as he sat back in his seat and looked at me.
It was too late to run. Too late to say "No, don't look at my panties." Too late to tell myself not to be aroused. Neither of us said anything for a moment. I reached forward to divide the last piece of cake into two pieces just as his fork came down on top of mine and held it.
"Why don't you go into the bathroom and put them on." His eyes were intoxicating and I couldn't pull myself away from his face.
"I don't think ..." I tried to pull my fork away put he held it down firmly with his.
"Do it, Joni!" His voice was gentle, but firm enough to stir me in my chair. No man had ever commanded me in that tone and it excited me more than I wanted to admit. I dropped the fork and reached down for the bag without taking my eyes off his. He stood as I rose from my chair, and watched as I walked into the nearby bathroom.
My hands were trembling as I stood in the stall and slipped off the red, nylon panties I was wearing. They were noticeably wet as I slipped them into the sack. I pulled out the black lace panties and tore the tag off before putting them on. The thong slipped into the crack of my ass and teased me as I reached down and ran my fingers over the snaps. I wanted to rub my crotch harder, to give myself some relief from the tension this stranger had caused, but he would know what I was doing if I took that long. I grabbed the sack and returned to the table.
He stood as I approached and pulled my chair out, moving it slightly closer to his own. I smiled awkwardly and sat down, pulling my short skirt down as far as it would go. The two forks were still crossing in the last piece of cake and I noticed that our cups had been refilled with coffee.
Brad pick up my fork and handed it to me before picking up his own. He smiled warmly and nodded at the cake.
"You know the last bite is always the best. I wanted to wait and share it with you."
He was definitely the most passionate man I had ever met when it came to food and I wondered if I would ever enjoy eating as much as I had with him. He held the last bite in front of his mouth as he stared at me while he very slowly bit down into the middle, taking half of it into his mouth. I moved my fork in and out of my mouth slowly, molding the cake to the shape of my lips in an effort to tease him as much as he had teased me. With one sudden suck, I inhaled it into my mouth and ran it over my tongue before swallowing it. His wicked smile told me that he understood completely and he slowly, teasingly licked the remaining chocolate off his fork.
"So... how are the panties?" he asked laying his fork down and resting his hands in his lap.
"Just fine, thank you," I answered demurely.
"And did you leave them snapped?"
I was surprised that his quick glance into the bag had detected the snaps and blushed as I looked down into my coffee.
"Yes," I answered.
"When you get in your car," he said leaning towards me. "I want you to reach down and unsnap them... but don't touch yourself until you get home. Do you understand?"
"Yes." Why I was following his instructions was a mystery even to myself.
"And when you get home, I want you to go into your bedroom, lock the door, and make yourself come all over your new panties. Will you do that for me?"
"Yes." I was so excited I wanted to get up and head to my car.
"I would also like you to come back here next week and tell me about it, but I'll leave that up to you. You don't have to let me know now." He finished the rest of his coffee and smiled at me.
"I better go," I said grabbing my purse and sack. He stood and escorted me out the door, stopping as I turned to go to my car.
"May I have these?" he asked touching the bag containing my soiled panties.
I grinned and handed him the bag. "Why is it that I can't say no to you?"
"Come back next week and I'll tell you."
© Copyright 1996 - 1998 Angela Preston. These stories may not be reprinted in any form without written permission.
