Page 90 of Body Shot

She lowers her sunglasses and gives me a look up through her eyelashes. “And we’re here . . . why?”

“To pick out some matching bras.”

Her mouth falls open. “I don’t need bras.”

“Of course you do.” I nudge her inside. She pushes back, but then enters the store. The captivating smell of expensive perfume envelopes us.

I watch her check out the boutique, gazing around at the antique tables piled with goodies, and bras hanging on pink satin hangers that match the wallpaper. She moves over to one bra and plucks at the tag hanging from it. Her head whips around to glare at me. “Shut up!” she whispers. “I can’t afford this place!”

“I can. Let’s see . . . I really like those black and white panties . . . I mean, ivory, they called it . . .” I peruse a rack.

A woman dressed all in black approaches us with a smile. “Hello. I’m Claire. Can I help you find something today?”

Hayden opens her mouth but I speak first. “Yes, we’re looking for some bras.”

“What size? Have you been measured, dear?” Claire asks Hayden.

“Um, 34C,” she mumbles.

“Excellent.”

“I bought some panties in here a few weeks ago,” I add. “Maybe you have some bras that would match? Black with ivory lace? Pink lace?”

“Hmm. Let’s see.” Claire seems to know her stock, as she glides across the thick red carpet and pulls down a bra. “How’s this?”

“Perfect.”

She hands the bra to Hayden and continues looking while I explore too.

“I like this one.” I hold up a sheer lace bra for Hayden to see. “We can buy the panties that go with it.”

Jesus, just picturing her in it is giving me a stiffy.

“Oh my God,” Hayden says under her breath. “What is happening here?” She glances from the bra in her hands to the one I’m holding up.

“Baby.” I move closer to her and bump my hips into hers. I want to do more than that—I want to grind my growing erection against her sweet pussy—but not in public.

Claire returns with several more options. I check out each of them, rejecting only one—I don’t care for the wide straps on it.

“Let’s get a fitting room started for you.” Claire turns on a sharp heel and walks away from them.

I nudge Hayden after her.

Claire enters a room and hangs the bras on hooks while Hayden stands outside, rubbing her hands together and glancing around. I’ve never been back here—I’ve shopped here before, but not with a woman. Subtle lighting designed to flatter illuminates the space. Elegant cream and pink wallpaper covers the walls, and plush chairs sit grouped in a corner.

“There you go.” Claire pops out, beaming a smile. “If you need me to get you a different size or style, just press this button here.” She indicates the small button inside the door.

Hayden’s eyelashes flutter as she enters the dressing room. I follow, closing the door behind me.

“What are you doing?” Her eyes burst wide open. “You can’t come in here!”

“Why not?” I gesture. “They clearly made this room big enough for two. And hey, there’s a place for me to sit.” I lower myself onto the red velvet chaise.

“But . . . but I . . .”

“Relax, baby.” I lean forward. “Just enjoy the experience.”

She licks her lips. “I’m freaked out.”

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