We rode the escalator to the second floor. He kept one step below me while he glanced about trying to figure my agenda and what he might get stuck buying. He glanced furtively at my legs. I was wearing sheer pantyhose. He loosened up when we entered the lingerie section.
I went to the bras and flipped through the racks while he stood back smiling as if he wasn't really with me. I went to him and told him.
"Do you see anything you want me to wear? My size is 34-B."
A sales lady came but I shooed her
away. He was wandering toward sleep ware to escape when I called him back to
examine a bra. It was an expensive one of satin and lace. I held it up to my breast. He nodded acquiesce
and I moved to the panties and held different pairs in front for him to choose from.
He selected a nylon bikini with lace. I placed them together on a little table
to see if they matched. They did.
He was sheepish when given them to carry. He was thinking what next? I knew what. I picked up a garter belt and sheer nylons and announced.
"I am done, let's go."
With him holding the bra, panty, garter belt and nylons I steered him to the checkout to pay. He pulled out his credit card, thought better and paid with cash. On the escalator ride down, carrying the bag, he asked.
"I’m going to see you wear these?"
Instead, not responding, I motioned
him to follow to the Mall parking lot. Out of the Mall he walked closer. I
walked briskly to my car, now a 914 Porsche, not a real Porsche but one at
least with the logo.
He knew it was mine having seen me
drive it at work. Its bucket seats rode low to the ground. I pulled open the
door and sat down with my legs outside, the mini skirt pulled up high on my
thighs. I let him leer and parted my knees a little as I took the package then
swung my legs in, shut the door and rolled down the window.
He put his right hand on the door as
if to restrain the car from escaping and asked again.
“Am I going to see you wear them?”
"Tonight at 8, I’ll meet you at
the San Jose Airport Holiday Inn lounge. Get a room. If you behave, I’ll model
"Are you going to model wearing what's in the bag?"
"Why do you think I selected them, for a half date?"
I started the car, sped off shifting
gears and looked back in the rear view mirror. He stood staring at my receding
car. I knew he would come. On the way home I stopped at Payless drug store and
went through the embarrassment of purchasing a condom package.