New Lingerie

I opened my eyes, and there she lay, next to me, head resting upon her soft pillow. Little did she realize how beautiful she looked in the early morning light. Golden waves of her shimmering hair cascaded down upon the curve of her bare shoulders.* How I longed to touch her, but feared waking her and spoiling my private moment. My tentative hand reached forward, causing her skin to dimple under the press of my fingertips.

I watched her as she breathed in and out, peacefully dreaming of who knows what. They must have been sweet dreams, as I watched the curl at the corner of her soft lips make a tiny smile, betraying her happiness. Watching her like this was so special to me, smelling both our sensual fragrances from the passionate night we had shared under the wrinkled bedcovers.

My hand could no longer resist softly caressing her bare bottom, silky and round, the one she had given to me last evening. I looked on in reverence at the gentle curve of her hip as it traveled up to the full swell of her rounded breast. So much beauty in such a petit package!* Surely I must be dreaming as well!
But, no, I knew I was not. I knew just how lucky I was that she had chosen me to be the one. And I knew how much care I must put into tending to her needs and making her happy. That was when I decided I would take a trip to the lingerie store.

I got up quietly and went down to the kitchen to cook her a special breakfast. Fried eggs and toast, sausage, two kinds of jam, apricot juice, all arranged to perfection upon the wooden tray. I quietly brought the tray to the bedroom and set it upon the nightstand.* Leaning over my Amanda, I gently kissed her forehead, bringing her slowly out of her slumber and back into my world.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” I chuckled in her direction.

She opened those lovely wide eyes and smiled at me, yawning.

“Hi, there. Is it morning already?”

I held up the breakfast tray and asked her to sit. A look of delight spread over her as she sat, modestly adjusting the blanket over her beautiful full breasts. I lowered the tray across her lap and told her I was going to take a short drive into town.

“Why don’t you have something to eat, and then have a nice hot bath. By the time you are done and dressed, I should be back again.”

“Okay, sounds great, thanks,” she replied, being still too groggy to show much curiosity.

I adjusted the radio so that she could have some soft music with her meal and walked downstairs to the car. The lingerie shop was only a few miles into town, and it wouldn’t take me long to find what I was looking for. I parked my car and entered the shop with the silky apparel in the window. I wanted to purchase a deep red bustier like the one they had on display only last week. It would look really sexy against Amanda’s soft, pale skin.

The lady behind the counter looked very familiar and it made me feel uneasy. I walked into the back and selected the garment I was looking for, in a size six, just perfect for my Amanda. As I approached the register to pay for my purchase, I began to get a clearer image of the cashier.

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