Page 15 of Show and Tell
“So management knows about the modeling,” I begin in a slow tone.
Maxine bites her lip, rendering it a plush cherry pink, and nods slightly.
“Yes, management knows.In fact, management encourages it,” she adds in discreet murmur.“They’ve hired a number of new girls in the past year or two to execute this new strategy, and I’m one of them.”
“I see,” I rumble, stroking my bronzed jaw with one big hand.“So there are no longer any salesladies in their forties and fifties trying to peddle lingerie?”
“There are a few,” Maxine affirms, her blush descending to color her chest fetchingly.“I mean, cougars are a thing these days, and you know that different folks like different strokes.But in general, most of us girls are in our twenties now.Samina is actually in her teens,” she adds, cocking her head to one side.“I think she has a fake ID,” she adds in a whisper, “but that’s just between you and me.”Then Maxine straightens and smiles prettily.“So what do you say, Mr.Kenneally?Is modeling something you’d enjoy?I’m happy to proceed,” she purrs.
I swear, the young woman’s nipples look as hard as diamonds as they point out against her silky blouse, and if I’m not mistaken, there’s the slight scent of creaming pussy in the air.Is Maxine wet already?My fingers twitch because the truth is that I’d love to find out.I’ve always adored running my hand through a woman’s sopping slit, and then maybe penetrating her vag and tweaking her clit for fun.It’s not wrong to do it, either, because Lily and I aren’t in an exclusive relationship.My stepdaughter and I have an unspoken understanding of sorts, which is that we’re loyal to one another, but with the freedom to have sex with others on the side.That is, until Lily gets pregnant with my child.Then, all bets are off and no man will touch those luscious curves but me.
But that leaves open the possibility of a dalliance with Maxine today.Again, the salesgirl is pretty enough, with delicate features, a big bust, and wide hips.Her hair looks terrible, but as if reading my mind, she reaches in back and pulls a few pins out of the black mass so that her locks come tumbling down.They’re still a bit stiff from the product she uses, but she runs both hands through her tresses, loosening the strands, and that improves things a lot.Her locks tumble down, tousled and sexy, and a low growl begins deep in my chest.
“Let’s do it.Why not?”I rasp, shifting a bit on the couch as my cocks begin to harden.“I’m sure after seeing the panties modeled, I’ll be able to make a decision.”
“Of course,” Maxine replies breathily, her big bust rising and falling with excitement now.She holds the red pair up in her right hand, the purple one in her left, the lacy fripperies dangling from her fingers.“Do you have a preference on which one you’d like to see first?”
I squint, pretending to think.
“Let’s go with the red,” I rasp.“No need for the crystal today.I want to see how the clit patch looks in action.”
She nods and bites her lip.
“Of course, Mr.Kenneally.Let me just get changed.”
For a moment, I think Maxine’s going to rush off to a changing room before re-appearing in nothing but the sexy panties.But instead, the young woman takes the red g-string in hand and leans down to step into them, gingerly positioning one high heel through an opening, before following with her second high heel.
“Are you going to model the pantiesoveryour existing lingerie?”I ask, black brows raised.“I’m sorry, but that won’t give me a good idea of how it’s going to appear when a woman actually dons them.If anything, it’ll make you look like a mummy.”
Maxine shakes her head, still halfway bent-over.
“Oh no,” she says quickly.“I’m not wearing panties today, Mr.Kenneally.It’s part of my job so that I can model lingerie quickly and discreetly.”
I sit forward, my eyes bulging from their sockets a little.
“You don’t wear panties when you’re on shift,” I manage to get out in a rasp.“In fact,noneof the salesladies here wear panties.”
Maxine nods while standing up straight once more, discreetly pulling the crimson fabric upwards.
“Yes.Well, at least not the ones who were hired under the new sales strategy,” she murmurs.“We go commando because we can’t prance around nude, with only high heels on.What if the police show up?But yes, we generally don’t wear support garments because we want to be able to satisfy our best customers, Mr.Kenneally, at the drop of a hat.We want to keep our clients happy, and to be responsive to their needs.”
I nod slowly, my mind whirling.This is a new development.I had no idea that women who work at the Secret Garden no longer wore bras and panties beneath their demure clothing.Fuck, if I’d known I would have taken a closer look at their faces and figures.Instead, I merely ripped through the place last time I was here, buying lingerie by the armful, thoughts of my sassy step nude and flushed the only image in my mind.
But it’s never too late to take advantage of what the world has to offer, and evidently, the Secret Garden has special VIP services on tap that I’ve never experienced.
“I see,” I growl, still seated on the overstuffed pink couch.“So how are you going to model the g-string then?”I ask, jerking my chin towards her clothed form.“Are you going to pull your skirt up to show me how it looks?”
Maxine pauses delicately, her fingers trembling in the air.
“I could, if that’s what you’d like,” she murmurs.“But I’m also happy to provide the full experience, Mr.Kenneally,” she adds, her fingers hovering at the buttons to her blouse.“Like I said, we’re here to provide a VIP experience, and I’m happy to model the thong in the way that works best for you.”
Then, her fingers begin unbuttoning the delicate ivory buttons of her blouse, and I remain stock still as the silky fabric slips off her shoulders, revealing huge ivory tits.Fuck, Maxine’s not wearing a bra!Of course, that’s exactly what she just told me.To be honest, I already suspected the fact, seeing that I could glimpse the hard peaks of her nipples beneath the soft cloth.But I had no idea that her tits werethisbig and juicy.They’re enormous sacks of cream, ovoid and natural, with bright pink nipples just waiting to be coated in a man’s saliva.
But Maxine hasn’t finished yet.She reaches in back of herself and unzips the skirt so that it splits apart, falling from her thighs to pool in a puddle at her feet.Then, the saleslady steps away from her discarded clothing, nude before me except for the tiny red g-string and a set of sky-high stilettos.Her breasts are ivory, almost luminescent under the lights, and the red thong clings to those wide hips, emphasizing her lush figure.
“You look amazing,” I praise in a low, throaty growl.“Can you show me how the clit patch works?”
Maxine nods, her color high, but doesn’t miss a beat.
