Miracle on Slutty 4th Street Ch. 05

"I thought you might be a thong guy, Colin! Don't worry, I'm totally with you on that. I feel the exact same way!" Rachel said brightly, all but confessing that she was a proud thong wearing woman, which to be fair, was completely true. "So, does your wife enjoy thongs or g-strings, or does she prefer more full-coverage, no frills type things?"

"Uh..." Colin began, shaking his head. "She doesn't really like thongs or anything like that."

"Did she say this to you?" she replied.

"Well, not really, she just never really wears anything like that," he replied.

"Maybe it's because you've never let her know what you like!" she said brightly. "That's why you should buy her something here! Something really sexy that gets the juices flowing! Here..." she said, leading him across the floor to the other side of this little boutique. "To be honest, that's all the standard, boring things. Let me show you the fun stuff!"

Following her bouncing, sashaying rear end, which again captured his gaze for a few fleeting seconds, the married man followed the saleswoman to the other side of the store. And even before he reached her, his eyes went wide at the garments she was standing in front of.

"Wow..." he couldn't help but say.

"Yeah..." she began with a laugh. "This is the good shit!"

Colin was mistaken in thinking the merchandise he had just looked at in the other displays was skimpy. Because this... this was skimpy. They had entered full-on thong territory. Teeny-tiny thongs, which looked like they would barely cover a thing. And not only were they tiny, they were lacy and mesh and practically see-through. There was a lot more mesh and other practically transparent stuff here, bras and thongs and lingerie sets. Sexy thin stockings, some of the fishnet variety. Matching high heels. Bras that seemed like they would barely get the job done, and even if everything was in place, it still seemed like you'd be able to see everything. There was definitely a step up between this section of lingerie and the last.

"Uh... I don't know. I mean, it's nice, but... I feel like this is a bit beyond what my wife would like," Colin admitted, looking at all the various shapes and colors of these different tiny underthings. He could not imagine his wife in any of this. That being said, he certainly didn't mind what he was seeing, as his cock stiffened again seeing such filthy garments.

"I know these might seem like a bit much. And I know it all probably looks super slutty. But... damn, it's sexy, isn't it?" she said wistfully, looking at garments with the same awe as the married man was. "God, if they paid me more here, I'd buy, like... one of everything! It's, like, perfect for me!" Despite being a married man, he couldn't help but let his thoughts drift to the image she'd just conjured. And for how difficult it was for him to imagine his wife wearing something that skimpy, it was very easy to imagine Rachel dressed that way.

There was a tiny red matching set, bra and thong, hanging on the wall which caught his eye, and his mind's eye put those garments right on Rachel's hot body. Gone was the silky pink top and black skirt. In their place, those tiny little garments, highlighting her luscious frame. The red lace, see-through bra, struggling to contain her massive breasts, the soft flesh oozing over the edges. Through the mesh-like material, you could see her waiting nipples, the areolas round and smooth, the hardened nubs calling out to him through the fabric. The flesh of her fit, sexy belly was exposed as his eyes traveled down her form. Between her legs was a matching triangle of red see-through material, teeny-tiny, barely covering anything. Scooped low on her torso, it was a wonder you couldn't see any of her naughty bits with how little it was covering, but the practically transparent material took care of that, allowing him to see her puffy pussy lips and her small, sexy landing strip.

He then flashed to the multiple glimpses he'd gotten of her juicy, skirt-clad ass, and in his mind's eye, the skirt was gone. And now he could see the bare flesh. The perky, round, scandalous cheeks, standing out from her slim frame like a shelf. It was an ass that was built for thongs. And the tiny red thong currently hanging on the rack would fit it perfectly. The thin band running around her torso, above the ridges of her full, round ass, meeting at a sexy lace triangle above her ass-crack. The tiny little string would disappear between the firm, full cheeks in just the right way, perfectly framing each flawless ass-cheek.

Colin shook his head, clearing these illicit images from his mind. Where did that come from? He couldn't quite shake the imprint in his mind from that sudden fantasy, and he couldn't deny that his cock was getting more solid in his pants. Yeah, on a physical level, he found Rachel attractive. But he was normally so in control and disciplined. Maybe in his frazzled state, he was a bit more vulnerable, but he had to get himself under control and lock these fleeting thoughts of wickedness down and out.

And it wasn't like Rachel was being overly flirty or teasing or anything like that. Sure, there was a sprinkle of that stuff. But for a gorgeous woman in a sales position, he couldn't hold that against her. He'd flirted to make a sale before. Granted, she had made a few comments that seemed a bit odd and possibly inappropriate, but that struck him as being a part of her personality more than anything else. She seemed like more than a handful, bold and bawdy and shamelessly honest. And even though she was doing her best to tamp that down, it probably came out every so often, despite her best efforts. Colin was a guy who tried to assume the best in people, and he tried to live up to the same standard, so he told himself that there was nothing inappropriate going on here. Refocusing on the task at hand, and vowing to keep those intrusive thoughts out, he resumed paying attention just as she spoke up again.

"So, what do you think?" she asked.

"Uh... I don't know," he replied. "This just seems like it's a bit... much. For my wife, I mean." She nodded her head at this completely expected answer. "Do you have anything else to show?"

"Well..." she began before pausing, smiling in amusement. "Yes, we have more, but it ain't any more demure than this. Frankly..." she said, leaning in to whisper to him conspiratorially. "The things in the last couple displays are REALLY slutty. I don't get the impression that that's what your wife would like, but... I can show you anyway! Just for fun!"

She then went to step around him, but in attempting to let her pass, he moved in the same direction she did, so when she stepped forward she stepped into him. Or, to be more specific, her large, firm, bulbous boobs pressed directly into his arm, squishing against him as they collided.

"Oops... sorry!" she said, smiling politely, completely nonplussed.

"Sorry," Colin replied, trying to ignore the feeling of perfectly soft breasts pressed into his arm. She tried to step past him again and he tried to step aside, only to do that awkward dance again as they moved the same direction. Finally, lightly grabbing his arm, she held him in place as she stepped around him and led him forwards. Any thoughts he might have given this awkward moment were forgotten as he looked at the next display.

It was... it was indecent.

Displayed on a mannequin was an outfit that looked to be made out of latex or rubber or something stretchy. A tight blue top that zipped up at the front, showing off a lot of cleavage. Well, it would be if it was on a woman, although, that being said, the mannequin was surprisingly busty. The stretchy, shiny material was pulled tight across the mannequin's breasts, each of them forcing the material outward around the round 'boobs'. The top also left bare a lot of midriff. There was a skirt that went along with this outfit, a stretchy black skirt, clinging tight to the mannequin's legs, down about halfway down her thighs. The outfit was also composed of thigh-high blue boots and black gloves up to the elbows. Hanging next to the outfit was a very tiny g-string, blue in color, and seemingly made of the same stretchy material as the rest of the outfit.

Colin was shocked to see an outfit like this in what was essentially a department store, even if this was a fancy addition to it. But he was surprised to realize that the outfit also did look familiar.

"Is this..." he began. "Is that sorta what the, uh... 'elves' were wearing?" Colin asked, referring to the outfits the girls working at the Santa display were wearing.

"Yeah! Good eye! You know your stuff!" Rachel replied. "The ones they're wearing are the special Christmas variant. The colors and the skirts are a bit different, but they are otherwise the same. We have those for sale too," she stated, pointing back behind the counter, where one of the elves outfit was on display. Comparatively, that one was more decent than the blue one, but not by much. And it had that extra Christmas flair to it, while still looking like something that belonged in a men's magazine. "They are a big seller! You get all those bored, stressed-out married dads waiting while their kids are with Santa, wishing they could be literally anywhere else. And while they wait, they get to checking out the real merchandise, you know? The girls in tight, sexy outfits, flirting and teasing them. They get all worked up and soon enough, they just have to buy one to give to their girlfriends, so they can really work out all that stress!"

"Yeah, I guess..." Colin said, sensing something off with her wording but not thinking too much on it. "Seems like a bit much, though."

"Oh, yeah, I know," Rachel said with a laugh. "I just wanted to show it to you. But that's not even the best stuff..." she said, before guiding him gently with a hand on his back to the last display. "This..." she began, looking at the last set of garments. "This is the straight-up fetish shit."

He didn't even understand what he was seeing here. There was another mannequin set up, and the garment it was displaying was hard for him to wrap his mind around. It was a tangle of purple crisscrossing bands of material all over the mannequin's body, up and down and all around while leaving A LOT of skin exposed. Or at least it would be if it was on an actual woman and not a mannequin. Thin, tiny little strips of material went back and forth over its belly, and upper chest, while its legs and arms were bare. The material crisscrossed its back as well, with one little strip of material running between the cheeks of its ass, leaving the rest of it exposed. The only areas that had material that was beyond these little strings were the tiny patches of material barely covering the front of its large breasts and at its crotch. And again, these little patches were miniscule, barely covering anything.

"Wha... what?" Colin said. He'd never seen anything like this. He didn't even know, like... what it was supposed to be used for. What was its purpose? It almost looked like a naughty sort of bikini, but it seemed way too flimsy and wicked to be worn anywhere else but in the bedroom.

"I know, hahaha..." she tittered, smiling as she looked at the garment on the mannequin. "They call this thing the 'Man Eater'. I know it looks pretty crazy, but I don't know... it seems like a bit of nice, dirty fun, doesn't it?"

"I... I couldn't imagine my wife wearing something like that," Colin said. "I can't imagine anyone wearing it, quite frankly," he stated, still baffled by what he was seeing.

"Yeah, I know, hahaha," Rachel said. "But hey, I'm in sales, I figured I'd give it a shot."

Colin had been so distracted by the outfit on the mannequin that he hadn't even looked at the other items on display. Hanging next to it was what looked to be straight-up dominatrix gear, leather boots, leather gloves, leather underwear, a leather bustier. And if it wasn't clear enough, hanging next to it was a thick leather lined paddle and a whip.

And that wasn't all of it. There was a bra which didn't cover anything, its sole purpose to lift up and showcase the pair of breasts it was supporting. There were crotch-less panties. There was a leather hood. There were a pair of panties that said 'Slut' on the back, and one the one next to it, 'Whore'. And sitting on the shelf of the display were little containers of lube, and next to those were larger bottles of body oil. There was no mistaking what this entire display was all about.

"Man..." Colin began, shaking his head. "I can't believe they're selling this kind of stuff here. I mean... this is the store everyone in town comes to." Colin was no prude, far from it, but this all seemed to be a bit extreme.

"I know," Rachel said. "It's great, isn't it? Don't you just love the way things are going these days?" she added, grinning, completely unbothered and almost... excited... by having such lewd items in this store that families and all sorts of people went to. A silence fell between them as he took it all in. "So... what's your poison?"

"Excuse me?" Colin asked.

"What do you want to buy?" she asked with a big smile. Despite being slightly annoyed at the presumption that she had a sale locked up, he was indeed up against a corner. He had to buy something for his wife, and at this point, lingerie seemed like the only option. The question was which one to pick out.

"God... I don't know..." Colin said, rubbing his forehead. There was what he liked, and then there was Juliet would like, which were very different things. He'd given Rachel a decent description of his wife's tastes, so he thought maybe she could help. "What do you think? What do you like?" At this, she gave him a curious look.

"Are you asking me what type of underwear I'm wearing?" she asked with a small smile. Mortified to realize his question could be misconstrued that way, he responded quickly.

"No, no, no!" he replied, blushing. At this, she began giggling.

"I'm messing with you, babe," she replied, waving off his worries. "Cause, honestly, with me, there's no mystery. Trust me! Like, it's a lace bra and a thong, like, every day. Hahaha!" she laughed, as if this was a normal thing to share with someone she'd just met. Trying again to ignore the image of her in her underwear, he tried to refocus on the subject at hand.

"What do you think would be good for my wife? I mean, obviously you don't know her, but I've described her a bit. I don't have an eye for this kind of thing, I need... a woman's point of view. What would be nice without being, like... this?" Colin said, gesturing at the purple bundle of strings on the mannequin next to them. She thought about it for a moment, bouncing her head back and forth as she was lost in thought, before coming up with a solution.

"Okay... I tell you what," Rachel began. "There's a place back in the corner where you can just sit down and relax. I'll put you back there, and then I'll go around and pick out a few things that I think you'd like. Then, I'll bring them back and let you get your eyes on them and then we'll see what you think. How does that sound?"

"Sure. Sounds good," Colin said, relieved that she was happy to take the lead on this and bail him out.

"Perfect!" she said, smiling. She then led him across the boutique towards the far corner, through the racks and racks of lacy underthings. "So, what colors does your wife prefer?" she asked.

"Uhhh... kinda muted colors. Nothing too garish." Colin replied.

"So, no neon, then?" she replied, and he nodded with a small smile. Rachel led him past the counter towards the corner, where there was a thick red curtain, a miniature version of the entrance to this place. She led him through the curtains, to a small closed off area with six more smaller curtained off areas, three on each side. Colin realized that this was a changing area, for women to try on the goods.

"Um..." he began, confused.

"Don't worry, no one else is back here," she assured him as she led him to the furthest changing room, pulling open a curtain to allow him entrance. "I'm just gonna stash you here, so, uh..."

"So, I don't get in the way?" Colin offered, figuring she wanted him out of the way so she could grab her suggestions with ease without him gumming up the works.

"Yeah, pretty much," she said with a knowing grin. She guided him into the changing space, and he was surprised by what he saw. It was certainly better than most changing rooms he'd been in. On the far wall was a small couch. On the wall to his left were some posts to hang things, and to his right was a big mirror with gold trim all around it. "So, just park it here for a bit and I'll pick out some goodies." He nodded at her as he stepped in, and as he went to take a seat, she tugged the curtain closed, leaving him alone. Feeling a bit warm, he pulled off his coat and set it over the arm of the couch before sitting down.

Finally having a moment to relax, he rubbed his head and sat back. And he was happy to be separated from Rachel, at least for a bit. Sure, she was perfectly nice, but she was a bit of a handful. And there was something about her, something that he couldn't quite put his finger on. Something about her that set some alarm bells off in the corners of his mind. Honestly... she reminded him of some of the girls he used to party with, not only in attitude but in physical attributes as well. That immaculate rear end... those big tits of hers. She was just like those girls he used to hook up with in his more immature days. But she wasn't nearly as upfront as those girls were. And she was holding down a job, which is probably more than he could say about some of the girls he'd hooked up with in the past. But the truth was, the fact that she so attractive, and her body was so mouthwatering... that wasn't fully what set off those alarm bells. Not completely.

It was just... some of the things she said. Little comments here and there. Then, there was some of the assumptions she made about him and his wife. Also, some of the things she did. Like... there was just something odd about her, something he couldn't quite put words to. A vibe, almost. But he didn't want give it too much thought. She had been helpful, and the fact that she was going so out of her way was an act of kindness. Despite the few awkward moments they'd shared, once he picked something out, he'd be done with her and he'd never have to see her again. This would all be forgotten once he was back home with Juliet and the family and celebrating Christmas.

After a few minutes of being lost in his thoughts, he was shaken from his reverie by the sound of a curtain being pulled open in the changing room next to him. Realizing there was a woman in the stall next to him, he made sure to clam up and not make things awkward by not seeming like some creeper hanging out in the changing rooms. Waiting in silence, all he could hear were the small sounds of clothes rustling next to him.

Colin had all the pieces to put together what was about to happen. And if he'd been in a calmer state, he probably would have. But in his Christmas panic, he was too frazzled to think clearly. So when the curtain in front of him was pulled open, and he saw what Rachel had gotten up to, he was completely shocked and caught off guard.

Rachel was standing in front of him, smiling proudly, dressed only in lingerie.

Colin was truly shocked by what he was seeing, and before he could say anything, he had to take in what he was seeing. Her pink top and black skirt were gone, as were her glasses. And now, she was dressed in a black and grey lingerie set. Her legs were encased in pair of sheer, smooth black stockings, clinging to her long, firm legs, ending at her thighs. From there, she had suspenders connected to them, crossing her smooth thighs, ending at a black lace garter belt around her waist. Below it was her tiny pair of underwear, grey in color, lacy and ever so slightly see-through. The entirety of her flat, tanned belly was left exposed, her sexy navel capturing his attention for a moment. From there, he couldn't help but let his eyes drift upward to her large breasts, even larger than he had initially thought, struggling to stay contained in her grey lace bra. Just like her underwear, the garment was slightly transparent, allowing him to see a hint of her terrific nipples through the lace garment. The bra covered most of the fronts of her breasts while leaving a fair amount of skin showing, including the entirety of her smooth, succulent cleavage. The way her two massive, bulbous breasts pressed together was mouthwatering, the smooth fleshy chasm arresting his vision. The skin of her smooth tits was pouring over the edges of the lacy material, threatening to escape. The upper halves of her large, tanned tits were left exposed to his vision as well, showing off a small tattoo on her left breast, a colorful tat of what looked to be a decorative skull.