“If you’d like to wait by the dressing rooms, we have a very comfortable chair outside them,” the saleswoman said as she guided them to the back of the store. She unlocked one of the two rooms, holding open the beige scalloped door, and hanging the items on a hook. There was a full-length mirror in a gilded frame on the wall. “I’ll check back in a few minutes and see if you need anything,” she said, and then returned to the front of the boutique.

“Don’t worry. I’ll show you how it looks. Be a good boy and sit and wait,” Michelle said, gesturing to the chair before she shut the door.

“Waiting is hard,” he said in a low voice as he sank down into the soft cushiony chair.

“I bet it’s hard,” he heard her say from the dressing room, and she was so right. His dick was like steel, knocking against his fly, eager to be freed. He ached with wanting her; his mouth watered as he imagined her skimming off her jeans, tugging off her top, sliding on the lacy underthings.

He drew a deep breath, his lungs burning with desire for her.

The door creaked, and she peeked out. “Come see,” she whispered, and in an instant, he was standing, walking, stepping into the tiny dressing room with a cushioned stool in the corner. She was hidden behind the door, and when she shut it, closing them into the small space, his heart tripped over itself.

She was so fucking beautiful. Peach lace hugged her curves, the tops of those luscious breasts luring him in like beacons of desire. He wanted to look everywhere at once, to touch all of her, to slam her against the wall and take her.

To savor her.

His eyes roamed her, landing on the underwear. A small section of white peeked out on the side. She must have left on a thong as she tried on the peach panties. “I had a feeling I’d be getting wet, so I left these on,” she said, tugging at the side.

“Are you? Wet?”

She nodded as she licked her lips. “I am. With the way you look at me.”

“I can’t stop looking at you,” he whispered, moving closer, running a hand down her bare arm, feeling goose bumps rise on her flesh. She gasped as he touched her. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”

She shook her head as his fingers made their way to the soft flesh of her belly.

“You’re so gorgeous. So stunning. I couldn’t stop thinking of you today.”

“What were you thinking?” she asked, her breath shallow as his hands moved down to her legs, mapping her thighs, both soft and strong.

“Everything. How much I love being with you. How beautiful you are. How much I’m looking forward to taking you to the symphony. Your ass. Your tits. Your belly. Your lips. How much I missed you, even though I knew I’d see you soon,” he whispered, as he dropped down to his knees. “I find myself looking forward to the time with you and then missing you when you’re not here.”