Shopping

 

I was standing next to my wife, Jennifer, in front of a display at an upscale lingerie store, when a sales woman walked over, said hello, and asked if there was anything she could help us with. 

"We're just looking for something pretty," Jen answered. 

I saw her glance at my wife's hand, then mine, knew she was assessing and taking in information. "A special night? Anniversary?" she asked.

"A special night," Jen answered, "but no, not our anniversary, that was a couple of months ago."

The woman nodded. "Of course. May I ask the occasion?"

"W...why?" I asked, voice cracking.

"It helps me make suggestions," she said. 

I looked at my wife, saw her open her mouth and felt the color drain from my face. "I...I don't know," I said, more to my wife than the sales woman.

She took my hand. "It's okay, hon," she said. "Sorry, he's nervous, we haven't done this before. He's sweet, he promised to buy me something pretty for....for our special night."

The sales woman smiled. "Is this more a gift for you or for him?" she asked in a light, playful tone.

Jennifer blushed. "Oh, definitely for me," she said.

"May I ask the occasion then? By the way, my name is Lois."

"Jennifer," my wife said. "My husband's Sean."

"Pleased to meet you both. These are some lovely things, depending on the occasion."

"Well," Jennifer said, looking at me, "I...we...I'm having my first overnight date with my boyfriend and Sean promised to buy me something special to wear for him."

If Jennifer was shocked, she didn't show it; to the contrary, she responded as if this was common. "How sweet," she said, giving me a smile. These sets are lovely....you can mix and match bra and panty sets, garter belts, babydolls, and teddys; add stockings and this goes from something to wear for a romantic night out or a special night in."

"What do you think, hon?" Jen asked me.

"I...I don't know," I mumbled, feeling the sales woman's eyes on me.

"I like there's a garter belt," my wife said, "Brian, that's my boyfriend, he has a thing for stockings."

"Most men do," Lois said with a smile. "No easier way to turn on a man than wear something like this with a pair of stockings. Can I ask, are you going out or just in?"

"He's taking me to dinner then in," Jen said. "Depending on your dress, you can give him a tease at dinner then change into the babydoll for the evening. I'd recommend two pairs of stockings in case you run one at dinner; you'll have spares."

"What do you think, hon?" Jen asked me again. "This is your gift for me to wear for Brian."

"It...it's pretty," I said, wishing Lois would leave us.

Lois didn't step back, instead stepped towards the lingerie. "It's very pretty, the color will flatter your wife's skin. With pink I'd wear white stockings, but nude would work, too."

"Hon?" Jen asked.

I swallowed. "W...white," I said.

"Perfect," Lois said. "Nude goes better for a day-in and day-out set, white is better for the bedroom. 

"There will be lot's of bedroom time," Jen said, squeezing my hand. She looked at Lois. "Brian is insatiable."

"Not the one and done type?" Lois asked with a glance at me.

Jen chuckled. "Not at all," she said. "This good, Sean?"

"Y...yea," I said.

"Well let's get your sizing," Lois said. "You want to try it on first...show your husband?"

Jen chuckled again. "God no, Brian would be furious, wouldn't he," she looked at me, back at Lois. "He's kind of possessive...my boyfriend, not my husband, obviously. He's not the sharing type. No, Sean will have to do with just imagining me wearing this, not seeing me in it."

"Of course," Lois said. "Boyfriends..."

"I know," Jen said, "I know."

Lois got Jen's sizing, took some garments from display. "I'd suggest you trying these on, just to confirm fit, there's sitting area over there," she pointed across the store, "Sean can wait over there while we check the fitting."

"Thank you. Baby," Jen looked at me.

"I...I guess I'll be over there," I said. 

Jen leaned towards me, gave me a peck on the lips. "You're such a dove," she said.

Ringing us up, Lois chatted with my wife, looked at me, spoke. "I must say, Sean, you wife looks stunning in this color. Brian is a lucky man."

Jen looked at me, took my hand. "And I'm a lucky woman to have a wonderful husband," she said.