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“Yep.”
He leads me towards the cash register with a hand on my lower back. Even through the thick sweater, I can feel the warmth of his palm. I’m glad for the grounding touch as I watch Sasha ring up the clothing. My stomach churns when she tells him the total… he doesn’t look troubled by the over two-thousand-dollar total. He just hands over his credit card and waits patiently as she bags our purchases.
I’m completely speechless. I know I should thank him, but my mind can’t seem to wrap around the fact that he just spent an ungodly amount of money on me without batting an eye. If it was anyone else, I would wonder what he expects in return, but I know he doesn’t expect anything from me. I instinctively know that he won't be angry if I change my mind about sleeping with him. Disappointed, sure, but he’d respect my wishes and not make me feel bad about it. That’s one of the reasons I want him so badly. He’s not like other men. I recognize how special he is and want to bask in it. That’s why I want to give him my everything.
He takes the bags and leads me back into the bustling mall. I follow him to a shoe store that’s just as fancy as the clothing store. This time, I’m treated well from the start, despite wearing my work heels that obviously don’t go with my new clothes. The woman helps me pick out a pair of ballet flats that will go with almost anything, a pair of knee-high boots made of the softest leather I’ve ever touched, and a pair of heels to go with the red dress. I’m pleasantly surprised with how comfortable the heels are. If these were part of my work uniform, my feet wouldn’t ache so much all the time.
I try not to pay attention to the price tags because I know it’ll make me feel guilty for spending so much of Jude’s money. Even though he’s the one who insisted on getting the boots after I said I only needed the flats, I still feel bad. He hands over his credit card and I cringe at the total. He holds me to his side and kisses the top of my head. I’m obviously not hiding my displeasure as well as I thought.
It makes me feel like an asshole.
It’s not that I’m not grateful because I am; it’s just hard to wrap my head around his generosity. No one is this nice to a virtual stranger. Yet, here we are, walking to yet another store after he’s already spent more money than I make in three months.
I blush when I realize he’s led me into a lingerie store. My eyes are so busy taking in all the silk and lace that I don’t hear the saleswoman approach. I jump when she speaks.
“Hello, welcome to Blush. How can I help you?”
“My girlfriend needs new panties, bras, sleepwear, everything a woman needs,” Jude says confidently.
It’s the third time he’s called me his girlfriend today, and just like the last two times he introduced me as his girlfriend, I melt inside. I love it. I know it’s just easier to say I’m his girlfriend than to explain the situation, so I’m trying not to get carried away in my own head, but it’s hard when he’s spoiling me like I’m his.
“I’d be happy to help. Right this way, Miss. When’s the last time you were measured for a bra?” she asks.
“Uh… never?”
“You’re in for a treat then. Let’s get you measured and pick out some pretties.” Instead of judgment, I see excitement in her eyes. She obviously likes her job, and that eases some of my anxiety.
I blush the entire time she measures me for a bra. I’m surprised to find out that I’ve been wearing the wrong size all this time. She brings me a wide variety of bras to try on, and they all fit perfectly. Even though they are lacy and look uncomfortable compared to my plain cotton ones, they are more comfortable. It’s a revelation.
I pick two bras, a black one and a nude colored one that will work with all my outfits. Once that’s out of the way, she returns with an armload of silk and lace nighties. I blush bright red when I see what she’s brought me to try on. She giggles at my discomfort.
“Don’t worry, you’re going to look amazing in these. That man of yours won’t be able to keep his hands off you.”
Did I think I couldn’t get any redder? I was wrong. She leaves the dressing room with a smirk. I try on the first item… it’s entirely made of black lace. Instead of being itchy, it slides over my skin like silk. I look in the mirror and gasp. The lace doesn’t hide anything, even though all my private bits are covered. I can imagine the look on Jude’s face when he sees me in this, and it bolsters my confidence.
I try on everything. Some of it is so skimpy I don’t see the point. It could be ripped away with little to no effort. That thought has me putting everything in the ‘yes’ pile. It might be a huge waste of money, but the fantasy of Jude ripping it off me is all it takes to make it worth it.
The next time the saleswoman returns, she has a pile of comfortable pajamas. Of course, they are all luxurious, and even the ones made of cotton seem softer than possible. I’m more discerning with this bunch than the last. I pick a couple pairs of sleep shorts and tanks, and even though it’s completely unnecessary, I pick a set of satin pajamas in my favorite shade of pink.
When I’m back in my regular clothes, the saleswoman bustles in, carrying my choices out by the armload. Jude is leaning against the wall, looking at his phone with a frown. He notices me and shoves his phone in his pocket. His frown melts away into a wide smile.
“Did you find what you needed?”
“Yes,” I say, blushing when I think about everything I picked that I don’t need.
“I hope you got the purple lace. I’m hard just imagining you wearing it.”
“I did,” I say quietly.
He pulls me against his body with a growl. I can feel how hard he is, and my pussy is instantly wet for him. He grips my hair, tipping my head back to kiss me. We lose ourselves in each other, not caring that we’re standing in the middle of a lingerie store, making out like a couple of teenagers.
I’m panting for air when Jude finally pulls away. I have no idea how he has enough control to stop. I sure as hell don’t. I want to drag him into the dressing room and stay in there until we’re both satisfied.
“We’ll get two… I’m going to rip the first one off your delectable body.”
My pussy clenches with need. Knowing he’s fantasizing about the same things I am is a huge turn-on. I’m glad we’re almost done because I might die if he doesn’t take me soon.
The saleswoman is already ringing up our purchases when we get to the counter. She gives me a knowing smile and winks when I see two of the purple lace nighties.
