Saleswoman Suspects My Panty Fetish
It’s Christmas time, which always has me both looking forward to and looking back on past shopping excursions. I love shopping for panties for my wife. Of course, I always buy what I like to see on her and what I am going to love wearing myself when I have alone time. I always leak pre-cum while shopping for them and arrive home feeling wet. My favorite memory of panty shopping was this experience.
My girlfriend at the time was gorgeous. She had such a sexy body. We worked retail and as shift change would be happening, she’d arrive wearing an above the knee skirt, silk blouse, and black pantyhose. Her ass was bodacious for days. I always wondered what she looked like as she got undressed. Boy, those images are seared into my psyche. This was before the thong craze and she wore the most gorgeous nylon hipster panties in many colors. She also occasionally wore pantyhose over them for work, another fetish of mine. Anyway, you get the idea.
It was Christmas and this was our first one together as a couple. I bought her other presents, but wanted to fill her stocking with new panties. I went to JC Pennys and made my way to the Lingerie section. There they had a wall full of my most favorite things to both see her wear and for me to wear on the sly. It was a dizzying array of styles, colors, and materials. I knew what I liked, but I sort of stood there taking them all in. My mind went wild picturing both my GF and myself wearing them, me eating her pussy with them pulled to the side before I stuck my cum slicked cock in her, or alternately me wearing them, seeing the outline of my hard cock beneath them, wetting them with my pre-cum. A female voice snapped me out of my revelry. “Can I help you find something?” SHIT!! I turned to see an attractive woman, approximately mid-30’s standing next to me. I blushed heavily and she smiled. “Are you shopping for someone special?” Again, if it was possible, I blushed even harder. I managed to croak out “Yes, for my girlfriend “. She walked towards the wall and turned to me. “Do you know her size?” I of course knew what size, so I managed to say yes. She gave me a tour of the panty wall, the various types and brands, as well as pointing out if there were matching sets available. My mind was absolutely buzzing at what I was standing in front of. I must have stared too long because she approached me again with a knowing smile and said in a lower tone “I’ll be at the counter if you need anything” and winked as she walked away. I took my time and selected 8 pair of silky soft nylon hipsters in beautiful colors as well as 6 pairs of cotton hipsters for more everyday wear for my sweetie. As promised, the saleswoman was at the counter and started to ring me out. She took each pair off the hanger, folded them delicately and deliberately making a show and comment on each pair. She bagged them up like she was holding fine crystal. She was smiling the entire time and making eye contact. Before I left the counter she complimented me on my taste in lingerie and hoped my girlfriend would be happy with my choices. But it was the way she said it that let me know that she knew (or suspected) more about me than I let on. I left the store with my cock raging hard and leaking cum. I always smile when I think about her and our brief but wonderful deeper understanding. ?
My girlfriend at the time was gorgeous. She had such a sexy body. We worked retail and as shift change would be happening, she’d arrive wearing an above the knee skirt, silk blouse, and black pantyhose. Her ass was bodacious for days. I always wondered what she looked like as she got undressed. Boy, those images are seared into my psyche. This was before the thong craze and she wore the most gorgeous nylon hipster panties in many colors. She also occasionally wore pantyhose over them for work, another fetish of mine. Anyway, you get the idea.
It was Christmas and this was our first one together as a couple. I bought her other presents, but wanted to fill her stocking with new panties. I went to JC Pennys and made my way to the Lingerie section. There they had a wall full of my most favorite things to both see her wear and for me to wear on the sly. It was a dizzying array of styles, colors, and materials. I knew what I liked, but I sort of stood there taking them all in. My mind went wild picturing both my GF and myself wearing them, me eating her pussy with them pulled to the side before I stuck my cum slicked cock in her, or alternately me wearing them, seeing the outline of my hard cock beneath them, wetting them with my pre-cum. A female voice snapped me out of my revelry. “Can I help you find something?” SHIT!! I turned to see an attractive woman, approximately mid-30’s standing next to me. I blushed heavily and she smiled. “Are you shopping for someone special?” Again, if it was possible, I blushed even harder. I managed to croak out “Yes, for my girlfriend “. She walked towards the wall and turned to me. “Do you know her size?” I of course knew what size, so I managed to say yes. She gave me a tour of the panty wall, the various types and brands, as well as pointing out if there were matching sets available. My mind was absolutely buzzing at what I was standing in front of. I must have stared too long because she approached me again with a knowing smile and said in a lower tone “I’ll be at the counter if you need anything” and winked as she walked away. I took my time and selected 8 pair of silky soft nylon hipsters in beautiful colors as well as 6 pairs of cotton hipsters for more everyday wear for my sweetie. As promised, the saleswoman was at the counter and started to ring me out. She took each pair off the hanger, folded them delicately and deliberately making a show and comment on each pair. She bagged them up like she was holding fine crystal. She was smiling the entire time and making eye contact. Before I left the counter she complimented me on my taste in lingerie and hoped my girlfriend would be happy with my choices. But it was the way she said it that let me know that she knew (or suspected) more about me than I let on. I left the store with my cock raging hard and leaking cum. I always smile when I think about her and our brief but wonderful deeper understanding. ?
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