I’ve worked in a lingerie store before, part time weekend stuff. The stuff we sold there were cute, practical and nice. That shop was the nice girl from church your mother always tried to match you with. Coco de Mer is the femme fatale that wears crimson lipstick and had more sexuality in those delicious lips than nice girl has in her whole body. Today, I finally got the courage to go sexy lingerie shopping!
I’ve always felt intimidated walking into a lingerie store. Lingerie is intimate after all. The door is big and I feel small pushing it. It’s a whole other world inside. The lighting is kept low and seductive, with curious items of sexuality on shelves against the walls. There are rails of apparel dotted dotted about, and the back of the shop is dominated by a round oak table. I’ll get to that part later.
There are boxes at the front, filled with bras and panties. This isn’t normal, but we’re at the end of Sale Season so I guessed they were whatever’s left from the sales. Although curious, I feel the need to act sophisticated and show the shop assistants I know what I’m doing, when in fact, my stomach is filled with butterflies.
Most of the rails have black garments hung on them, in fact, I can’t see many colours besides dark red, blue or grey silks. I reach out and run my hands against a black lace kimono robe. The lace is so intricate and delicate, I can imagine it kissing my skin as I wrap it around my waist. There are peek-a-boo holes cut out and I can clearly see my nipples standing hard against cool air whilst the rest of the lace keeps my body warm. Hot even.
Next to it is a black silk nightie. It’s long and has a slit up the side that would teasingly reveal my thigh every time I took a step. The top is a deep V, perfectly shaped to allow someone’s hand to casually slip under and cup my breasts, maybe fondle them whilst we stand outside on balcony of a luxury hotel. The other hand could then slip through the slit, feel the inside of my thigh and every naughty touch would be concealed under the flowing silk.
Oh, but what’s this? Some sort of body suit… made up of thick black straps and an elegant yet almost futuristic gold corset. It’s a thong cut, but my bottom would have two thin straps tracing over it, leading down to hold up stockings. I would wear stilettos with this. Dark, dangerous, better to not take it off!
I move onto the bras and panties. Some are lacy and delicate with floral patterns. others are silky and padded and some have no cups at all but are designed to be worn with nipple covers. What better way to show your body than to cover up only the tips? In this same line of thinking there are panties that cover up hardly anything, but in a more provocative way than a thong. Peek-a-boo style is something new to me, but I’m very much interested.
I go now to the table. Lined around are the most beautiful vibrators I have ever seen. They are slick and colourful and yet I know instantly that they’re also powerful. At one section are the three tenga clitorial stimulators that I’ve been dying to get my hands on. I touch the pink one, so small in my hand. The material is so soft! Just from picking it up I get goosebumps, is it possible from just feeling this? But switching it on I realise that although it’s soft and comforting to touch, this baby packs a punch. I wonder if I could even endure it, could endure the waves of pleasure, the intensity of each new level? I have to put it down. I want it, but could I handle it?
There are longer, bigger toys, made for delightful penetration. One is shaped like an opening rose, the other curved to work my g-spot. I feel the weight and shape of the anal plugs, trying to imagine the firm, cool metal sliding inside me. Can I do it? They’re so beautiful.
I try on a couple of the bras, not sure if they suit me or not. It’s so new. These items weren’t made for practicality. They were made for seduction. I leave with a few purchases, with a mission to come back soon and dive deeper into the adventure.