Sunday, October 20, 2013

Buying Men's Undies with a New Lover


Here's a cute excerpt from Boom!
Michael and Jessie have decided the underwear they've worn for years isn't sexy and that their new relationship needs something with more oomph!

Michael and Jessie went to The Bay to shop for underwear. She’d picked up packages of generic briefs for both husbands, but had never bought undies with a man before.
Visions of Michael in a skimpy thong filled her brain.
First, they headed for the shelves with the shirts. “I’ve developed a fetish for buying shirts,” he admitted. “I’ve bought over a hundred since Linda left.”
“I noticed your closet was rather full,” she teased. He was deliberately delaying the underwear buying, knowing she was excited about it.
He quickly picked out a shirt in the right size, then headed for the tie racks. “My problem is I have no trouble choosing a shirt, but I can never find the right tie.”
Jessie worked her way through the ties, pulling out one or two she thought might be suitable. She lay them one at a time on the front of the shirt he’d picked out, knowing which one she would select if it was up to her.
“Which would you choose?” he asked, scratching his head.
She pointed.
He grinned, planting a kiss on her forehead. “Perfect! Now for the undies.”
He handed the shirt and tie over to a clerk. “Can you hang on to these? My lover and I are headed over to the men’s underwear department.”
Ignoring the woman’s rapid blinking, he made a beeline for the Calvin Klein display.
“Black?’ he asked, holding a bikini thong in front of his crotch.
Heat shot through her. “Nice,” she murmured.
“What size do you think I am?”
Her tongue seemed to be glued to the roof of her mouth. “Large, I’d guess.”
He smirked, hunting through the bin. “Only large, eh? Not XL? Okay. I’ll try them on, to be sure.”
She trailed after him to the dressing room, her face on fire. The female clerk took one look at him, then spied the underwear. She smiled seductively, but her smile turned to a glare when she realized he wasn’t alone.
Jessie glared back.
You wanna fight me for him? Huh? Huh?
“I’ll wait here,” she declared.
The clerk led the way into the change rooms, reminding him, as she glanced at his groin, to keep his own underwear on when he tried the Calvin Klein.
Jessie made a show of being interested in the racks near the dressing rooms, but the breath wooshed from her lungs when she looked up three minutes later to see Michael standing in the doorway wearing only the Calvin Klein and a seductive smile, his hands out at his sides, as if to say, “What do you think?”
The clerk bustled over, looking irritated, but he held up his hand, stopping her in her tracks. “I’m buying them anyway. Just want my lover to see them.”
The well designed underwear hugged the bulge at his crotch beautifully. The bikini style revealed a tantalizing glimpse of pubic hair. Jessie couldn’t take her eyes off him. Neither could a handful of women who happened to be walking by.
He turned. “How about from the back? Look okay?”
She might faint. Her heart was pounding, pounding. “Very nice,” she croaked. “Are they comfortable?”
Hell’s bells! Now she was talking like his mother.
He winked at her over his shoulder, a big grin on his face. “Very.”
“Let’s get a dozen.”


 


4 comments:

Gemma Juliana said...

Cute post, Roxanne! Memory lane... ;)

Mary Marvella said...

I'll take 2 of him!

Roxanne Rogerson said...

Thanks for stopping by, Gemma and Mary. Appreciate your comments.

Rose Anderson said...

Cute post. :)

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