Carlene

“Where are you taking me, Rome?” My voice holds both anticipation and the edge of anxiety I feel.

We’re entering a lingerie store like none I’ve ever been in. It’s one of those boutique stores you only see in the movies. The totally over the top, fancy type. The sort only famous people and the ultra-wealthy frequent.

“Time for a little luxury, Oz.”

If I’d been discombobulated on the drum bridge, then this store is throwing me for a total loop, and I’ve only just walked in the door. He can’t be serious, surely?

“I don’t belong here, Rome. I think Walmart would be more my speed.” I grab him by the elbow and discretely try to haul him back out the door, only to find he’s become an immovable object.

Instead of us making a hasty retreat, he leans in and whispers. “Shh, sweetheart. This boutique is perfect for what I have in mind.”

I glance around at all the skimpy lace, satin, and silk and feel like the proverbial fish out of water.

“Rome, there are pieces of lingerie in here that I can’t even name, let alone wear,” I hiss.

He chuckles quietly beside my ear. “Good thing you’re with me then, because I just happen to be a lingerie connoisseur.”

A perfectly groomed woman approaches us. Her blonde hair is in an up-style somehow defying gravity, her makeup flawless, and her slender body encased in an ivory silk blouse and black pencil skirt. I have no doubt she could have modelled any piece of this overpriced lace and made it look exactly like the designer intended.

“Good afternoon, my name is Helena. Can I help you with your selection?”

Before I have a chance to open my mouth and say, “thank you very much, but we’re just looking,” Rome jumps right in.

“Thank you, Helena. My name is Rome, and this is the special lady in my life, Carlene. We’d like to do a little shopping this afternoon.”

Special lady!

God, he’s smooth. So, smooth. I’d believe it, if I didn’t know the truth.

“Of course, Rome, I’d be delighted to help you both. What did you have in mind?”

“I’d like to see Carlene in something very feminine, provocative, but still elegant and classy. Do you think you could help with that?”

Helena gives me an appraising look, and to her credit, somehow she manages to finish with a warm smile, which makes me feel not completely like this is a fool’s mission.

“Carlene, I have a few pieces in mind, I think you’ll not only love, but will look stunning on you. Why don’t I set you up in the dressing room and bring them to you?”

I watch her eyes closely as she addresses me. What surprises me is, I’m sure her intent is sincere. For all her poise and elegance, she didn’t try to put me down when it’s obvious I’m far from the normal cliental of this boutique.

Helena gestures for us to follow her.

“Rome, it’s going to cost a fortune,” I hiss at him. “I could buy ten years supply of underwear for what one set here is going to cost.”

He grins and whispers into my ear. “Just a small fortune, and trust me, it will be worth every penny. Every woman deserves to feel sexy in her lingerie. Plus, you need to be spoiled occasionally. Please give me the pleasure of being the man to do it for you.”

How can I refuse him? Coming into this boutique, I realize, is something he’s thought about, considered. He knows exactly what’s available and what to expect here. He’s planned this.

The practical side of me wars with the woman wanting to grow and expand her horizons. To Rome, he’s giving me another experience, and hadn’t I agreed a couple of days ago to let Rome be in charge of all my experiences?

It’s going to be weird, but at least Helena hasn’t made me feel uncomfortable.

She leads us to the back of the boutique. A false wall has thoughtfully been placed to obscure the identity of any customers in the dressing rooms.

Behind the false wall are three ornately paneled doors. If they’d been anywhere but in this boutique, they would have looked gaudy and ridiculous. Somehow, here they add to the plush opulence of the whole experience. Against the rear-side of the false wall is a blush-colored velvet chaise lounge. A massive beveled edged mirror takes up most of the side wall.

“A dressing room for you, Carlene.” Helena opens the door almost with a flourish. Inside is not at all what I expect.

The dressing room is more the size of a large bedroom. One wall is mirrored and a wing backed chair upholstered in the same blush-colored velvet as the lounge outside fills a corner. A Japanese dividing screen with an exquisite print of a cherry blossom tree in bloom conceals the opposite corner.

I’ve never seen anything like it, nor imagined there could be places like this.

“Can I offer you both a drink? Champagne, perhaps?”

This time, I manage to find my tongue. “Champagne would be lovely.” Maybe the bubbles will give me the Dutch courage I need to go through with this. One thing has become very evident, Rome is expecting me to model this lingerie for him. My heart thumps at double time in my chest, and my stomach is tight with uncertainty.

“I’ll take a Champagne as well, Helena. Carlene has developed quite a taste for it this trip.” He tosses a knowing smile my way.

“Is that an Australian accent I picked up?” she asks, addressing me.

“You’ve got a good ear. I’m an Australian.”

“I’ve visited your country a couple of times. I love it.”

“It is good,” I agree blandly. The anxiety over what’s going to happen has me sounding like a simpleton.

She motions with her hand behind the screen. “You’ll find a robe and anything else you might need behind there. I’ll bring you a selection of pieces while you’re changing.”

Helena discretely slips from the room. The sound of the door catching punctuates the tension which has settled over the room.

I’m rooted to the floor.

Rome covers the two steps and takes my hands with his and lightly rubs his thumbs over the inside of my wrists.

“Slip behind the screen and strip, baby.” His words change the anxious tension I’m feeling to a whole other form of tension. “I’m looking forward to you teasing me.”

He brushes his lips lightly across mine and steps back.

“Be brave Carlene, embrace who you can be.” With that, he moves to the seat.

I slip behind the screen, kick off my sandals, and undo the side zipper of the sundress I’m wearing. As Helena promised, there’s a low bench also in the blush velvet. On the bench is a silk robe, perfectly folded and wrapped with a scarlet bow. Beside the robe is a little plastic bag with what could only be disposable underwear.

Okaaaaaay. I school myself.

It’s weird and uncomfortable, but I can do this. I slip my panties off from beneath the full skirt of my dress and place them inside my purse. The thought of Helena seeing what I’m wearing under this dress is enough to make me cringe without her actually viewing it.

I break the seal on the disposable underwear and pull them out. To my horror, it’s nothing more than a few pieces of hat elastic attached to the most miniscule triangle of flesh-colored cotton. Enough to cover the essentials and not a smidge more.

Eeek!

“How are you doing over there?” Rome asks in his deep sexy voice, the one he uses in the bedroom. It’s deeper and more direct, more demanding. It’s often not what he says, rather the way he says it, and this is definitely one of those occasions.

I hurriedly slip the elastic up my legs. Just as I thought, there’s nothing but the absolute minimum covered. In fact, the cotton doesn’t even cover a few stray curls. This is obviously why women spend so much time with grooming down there. Heat burns into my cheeks.

“You’ve got two seconds to answer me, beautiful, or I’ll only assume you need a hand and come over to oblige.” Rome will, I have no doubt.

Embarrassment be damned.

I pull the robe closed around me and step out from behind the screen.

His eyes engulf me. “Everything okay?”

How does he read me so well?

“Besides now fully understanding the benefits of a Brazilian, fine. Just fine.”

Rome is quick enough to turn the laugh that threatens to escape his mouth into a smirk. “I’d be happy to help you out with that, if you want.”

My thoughts and eyes flash to his crotch. I know what’s behind the zipper of his shorts. Rome’s completely devoid of pubic hair. In fact, his whole body is shaved down. I haven’t said anything before, it just didn’t seem the sort of conversation to have, but now he’s opened Pandora’s box so to speak…

“And what, be as hairless as you down there?” I ask, somehow managing to keep my voice to a whisper, even if my words are a little snider than I’d intended. It’s the uncertainty, I tell myself.

“Don’t knock it until you try it. I guarantee the feel of my tongue on your bare pussy will be like nothing you’ve ever experienced,” Rome rolls on seemingly ignoring my tone and completely oblivious to any element of shame at his choice of grooming.

“I think I’m getting a bit old to worry about that sort of thing.”

“Not at all, besides, this is not about anyone else. This is about you and all the pleasure I can give you, without hair to get in the way.”

Before I have time to pull together an answer, a discrete knock sounds on the door, and it’s cracked slightly open.

“Come in,” Rome calls

Another impeccably attired woman glides through the door carrying a silver tray with two flutes of Champagne. “Refreshments for you both.”

She hands a crystal flute to each of us and disappears out the door. In her place, Helena returns with a series of hangers running up her arm.

“I’ve got some lovely things here for you.” She quickly places the various sets of lingerie on the hooks by the screen.

“Maybe start with the jewel blue. It will look lovely with your skin tone.”

I move over to the blue lacy bra and miniscule panties. “It’s a sheer silk demi bra, French lace, and a French cut bikini. Very elegant, very stylish.”

What she doesn’t add is very revealing!

“Try it on.”

I lift the hanger from the hook and look at the garment. There’s no way those scraps of lace and sheer silk are going to fit me.

“Helena, I think I’m going to need a bigger size.”

She shakes her head no. “The size will be perfect,” she assures me. My mind is full of doubts.

“Go try them on, beautiful,” Rome encourages.

I reluctantly move behind the screen and wonder for the twentieth time why I’m doing this to myself.

Simple answer, Rome.

He wants me to, therefore I do. And if I’m being totally honest with myself, there’s more than a little part of me that’s excited by what we’re doing.

“I’ll leave you two alone. I’ve got a feeling you know exactly what you’re looking for, Rome.”

“Thanks, Helena, I can certainly take it from here.” I’m very glad the screen hides the blush of my cheeks from both of them.

I carefully remove the bikini panties from the hanger and slide them on under the robe. The first thing I notice is how soft the fabric is as I ease them up my legs. Once I have them in place, I undo the sash of the robe at my waist and let it fall to the floor before I slip my arms into the straps of the bra.

Before I can even get the clasp closed, I feel my hands being brushed away.

“I thought you might like some help. I can be just as adept at putting ladies’ lingerie on as taking it off, if I put my mind to it.”

With the bra in place, Rome stands back and lets out a low whistle. “Even better than I imagined, and Oz, let me tell you, I have a great imagination. You’re stunning in that.”

I haven’t dared glance in the mirror. Slowly, I turn and look.

The sheer silk is cut to show just a hint of my areolas, but not the nipple. The underside of the cup is a geometric lace. The lace is woven in silken lines. Not fussy, at all. Rather, very sophisticated and ultra-feminine.

The bikini pants are a whole other story. The edges are bound in silken ribbon and sit high on my hips. The matching sheer pattern drops in a very low V at the front before it meets the lace that covers the gusset.

As I turn slightly to catch a glimpse, Rome’s hand comes down sharply on my backside. I gasp in surprise, and my eyes dart to the picture of my almost naked butt in the mirror.

“God, those panties are sexy.”

His red palm print sits just below the “barely there” sheer panel that make up the back.

I glance up, and all I can see is heat reflected in Rome’s eyes in the mirror. My eyes hold his for a moment, before the movement of him shifting his weight draws my eyes lower to the very obvious erection in his khaki dress shorts.

I can’t take my eyes off the mirror as he moves in close behind me before pulling my hips back hard against the bulge in his shorts.

“Feel that, Carlene? That’s what happens when you wear incredibly sexy lingerie for me. You know what would be even sexier?” His words are a decadent whisper against my throat.

“What?” The word catches in my throat as I fixate on his image in the mirror.

“Seeing you in the grips of orgasm, while wearing these.” His hand skims from between my breasts and ends with him covering my mound, petting me lightly through the lace.

My heart’s racing, and I can now really understand why the boutique provided disposable panties. There is no way you can try on this lingerie without feeling sexy.

It’s strange and heady.

Apparently, lingerie really can transform a woman.

Rome

I recognize it immediately when it happens. It’s the moment Carlene understands just how sexy she can be. Exactly as I hoped, it’s the second she realizes just how much power she can wield over a man. Over me.

There’s no denying Carlene’s an attractive woman. With a little help from some designer lingerie and my very excited cock, she’s finally understanding what I’ve known from the beginning.

Her femininity and sexuality is there, buried, just waiting to be uncovered, and that’s exactly what this little adventure is about.

I lean forward and lick up the side of her throat.

“Do you have any idea how badly I’d like to fuck you right here, right now?”

She reaches her arm up behind my head and pulls me down for a kiss. Her lips are red hot, and I know just how hungry she is the moment she starts to feast on my lips before sucking my tongue deep into her mouth for a more intense interlude.

I shift her in my arms, bringing her around in front of me until her nipples are hard little points, digging into me.

The kiss goes on and on, and her knee comes up and rubs against my thigh. I take this bold move very much as the invitation it is. With my hand, I hook her leg higher around my hip and back her into the wall with a dull thud.

“Rome,” she pants as I grind my erection firmly into her, all the while greedily cupping her breasts and squeezing her generous flesh until the pants become a moan for me. The sheer fabric of the bra provides no protection from my teasing fingers. The little bud of her nipple is hot and so very hard against my fingertips.

Carlene is mine to do with as I please—the urgent roll of her hips against mine, the tug of her fingers in my hair tell me all I need to know.

Without words, she’s begging me to take her against the wall. And I’m so close to doing exactly that.

I thrust up against her again, giving her pressure exactly where she needs it, and she groans into my mouth.

Somehow, I gather the will power and break the kiss, trailing my lips across her cheek. Heat and lust take over, and I demand, “you’re so close, I can feel it by the way your body is moving against mine. You’re going to come for me here and now, baby. It’s what I want.”

Just as I expect, a long keening sigh escapes her lips, and she rubs herself against me more urgently. This is the first time she’s been like this with me, unguarded, really giving of herself, taking from me.

A little wild.

I want totally wild, but that isn’t something for here.

She goes stiff in my arms, and I know she’s there, waiting for me to coax her the rest of the way over the edge and into orgasm.

“Come for me, Carlene. Let me see the sexy beautiful woman you are.” I nip at her ear as I encourage her.

Her body is momentarily still before the orgasm sweeps through her and wrecks any control she has. I only just manage to seal my lips back over hers, sucking her scream of ecstasy harmlessly into my own mouth.

On and on it rolls, before she collapses in my arms, her head on my shoulder.

Finally, she manages, “Rome, what was that?”

“That, my dear Carlene, was just a glimpse at how good it can be when you let go and embrace your sexuality.” I place my hand over her racing heart. “When you recognize the woman you are, in here.”

She tilts her head up to look at me. Her eyes are still slightly unfocused, but I see the understanding.

“I think I’m starting to get it. To understand what you’ve been trying to show me,” she admits, and I feel a surge of pride. This is my doing.

“That was just the beginning. When you let yourself go, there’s a whole new world of pleasure and connection you can find.”

I brush me thumb across her cheek. Her flesh is hot and slightly damp.

A soft knock sounds at the door before either of us have the chance to say anything further.

“How are things going in here, Carlene? Have you found anything you like?”

I drag my eyes away from Carlene’s to look in the mirror. Helena is doing a discrete scan of the room. There’s no surprise on her face, and I’m sure she deals with adventurous clients on a regular basis.

“Helena, Carlene has found a couple of things which suit perfectly. I’m going to leave her in peace for a little while, to make her selections from the remainder of the items.”

“Just press the button on the wall if you need any further assistance, Carlene.”

“Thanks, Helena,” she calls out, her voice strong but a little wavery.

With more reluctance than I would ever have thought possible, I push myself back from her.

“I love this set, my beautiful Oz. See if you can find something else to surprise me and drive me further out of my mind.”

I place a feather like kiss on her shoulder before swiftly turning and exiting. At the door, I pause briefly to down the remainder of my Champagne and walk out.

No way can I stay in that room a minute longer and not take her against the wall or over the winged back chair. I’m sure it often happens here. A stolen orgasm is one thing. There’s no way I would take the risk of being inside her and having an unexpected audience just yet. Exhibitionism, I’m almost sure, will have her running for the hills at this stage.

I take advantage of the vacant chaise lounge and pull out my phone to quickly check for any updates.

Anything to take my mind off the hot, sensual woman I’ve left in the dressing room and convince my hard cock, his attention really isn’t needed at the moment.

Helena breezes past me and drops a bottle of chilled water into my hand. “I’ve adjusted the air-conditioning down. The dressing rooms can get a little warm at times.”

“You’ve got no idea,” I mutter under my breath.

She looks over her shoulder and gives me a subtle wink.

Who am I kidding?

All I know is I can’t wait to meet the totally wild and sensual Carlene. She’s just bursting with the need to come out and play.