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“Some do,” I answer. “I never have.”
“No? Not even the showgirl?” she asks.
“Told you that wasn’t serious,” I mutter, shaking my head. “But you’re mine. Every inch of that gorgeous body, regardless of what you’re wearing.”
Sarah blushes again and sips her water. I take a few drinks of scotch and there’s silence until the saleswoman returns with the merchandise. She places everything neatly on a table in front of the mirror.
“Anything else you need?” she asks, looking at me, then Sarah.
“Some privacy, that’s all,” I say. “We’ll let you know when we need you again.”
The woman leaves the room, and I get up, locking the door behind her. Now we’re completely alone, and nobody will disturb us until we ask them to. I turn toward Sarah and smile, glancing over at the selection.
“Alright, Sarah,” I say, walking back to the couch. “Make this the best money I’ll ever spend.”
“That’s a lot of pressure,” she sighs, reaching down and peeling her t-shirt off.
“No pressure at all,” I say, getting comfortable once her shirt comes off. “You’re already doing great.”
I watch closely as she strips to her bra and panties. When those come off, I have to fight the urge not to pull her into my lap and forget all about the underwear she’s supposed to model. My dick throbs to attention and pushes against my pants, but I do my best to ignore it. For now.
“I-I tried to match the bras and panties,” Sarah says, turning toward the items on the table and giving me a perfect view of her ass. “So, I’ll try them on at the same time. If that’s okay.”
“That’s perfectly fine,” I smile. “You can just stand there naked all day and I won’t complain.”
“Not much of a show,” she sighs.
“Best show I’ll ever see,” I chuckle.
“I’m really not used to being complimented like this,” she says, reaching for the first pair of panties and leaning down to put them on.
“Then you’ll just have to get used to it,” I rumble, letting out a light gasp when I catch a glimpse of her pussy. “Because I mean every word I say.”
Sarah pulls the panties around her hips and slips on the matching bra before turning around. It takes my breath away for a second and she flashes me a worried look.
“Do you not like them?” she asks apprehensively. “I can pick a different style.”
“Oh, no, you look fucking perfect,” I mutter. “Absolutely ravishing.”
“Really?” she asks, flashing me a slight smile. “You think so?”
“I’m not much of a liar, Sarah,” I say again, leaning forward. “If I didn’t like them, I’d tell you.”
“Okay, then I guess I’ll get these,” she says with that adorable tilt of her head as she turns back around.
Her confidence is growing. I like that. She doesn’t look nearly as shy or concerned when she turns around wearing the next set of underwear. Like the first, it gets a glowing stamp of approval from me. Mostly because I can tell she likes them. They fit her curves perfectly—much better than what she got from the clearance rack.
“These too, I guess?’ she asks, walking closer to me and spinning so I can see everything.
“Absolutely,” I confirm, resisting the urge to touch her.
She grins, turns, and walks back to the table.
I don’t think I’m going to be able to resist touching her much longer.
CHAPTER 28
Sarah
