Valentine's Day

Kate kept her focus on her lips as she carefully applied her bright red lipstick in a practised motion. She was trying to look at her face without looking at her face. Even now after so many hours spent learning makeup she still had trouble looking at herself. Carefully she rubbed her lips together and released them with a low pop, if nothing else she'd gotten quite good at this. As she placed the tube down on the sink her eyes wandered over to that neatly folded purple stack and her heart skipped about.

Her thoughts drifted back to a couple of months ago, only a few days before new years. The tattered remains of Christmas still hung about the mostly empty mall here and there, even now Christmas flavoured jazz echoed dully throughout. It was no mistake they'd come at a time when most people where still enjoying their time off at home. She stared at her boyfriend's wide back, draped in a brown winter coat. She didn't dare let herself make eye contact with any of the passing strangers. Her face was flushing red hot.

"Do we have to?" She asked his shoulder blades pleadingly.

"Yes." His response was quick and dismissive.

"Can't I just order some-"

"You promised." He retorted cutting her off. She wanted to push the issue but he spoke so decisively she felt overwhelmed, like a child trying to bargain with their parent. "Anything we get online will be cheap or won't fit, I want to get you something nice. Besides it'll be fun."

Fun? She wanted to chortle. People staring isn't fun. Being treated like a freak isn't fun.

"I can feel you being grumpy." He joked still facing forward as they marched nearly single file. She replied with a playful punch to his shoulder knocking a teasing laugh out of him.

Things only got worse for her as they entered the store. Wall to wall were mannequins, each dressed in a some lavish assortment of different underwear. Some conservative and plain, some gaudy, some so revealing they'd have seemed less exposed had they been wearing nothing at all. Her mind had just had time to get a little jealous of the mannequin's figures when a voice made her nearly jump out of her skin.

"Hi, can I help you two with anything today?" The woman's upbeat tone disagreed with her present mood so strongly that she felt like bludgeoning her with one of the hollow, plastic limbs sticking out at her.

"Yes." Her boyfriend Chris didn't hesitate, she couldn't understand how he always acted so casual. If he noticed the way people looked, the glances and the whispers, he'd never acknowledged them, never let them break him for even a moment. Once she'd broached the topic and he'd only shrugged, playfully suggesting it should be far more embarrassing for her to be presenting as a slender boy being escorted around by a much larger man. Of course the attendant hadn't 'noticed' her yet so for now she would treat them as a normal couple, that wouldn't last though.

"Lingerie." The word shocked Kate out of her moping. "I'd like to buy my girlfriend a set, something nice, but we're a little ignorant on what would be best."

From her reaction he might as well have told the attendant she'd won the lottery. Kate had never seen a woman more ecstatic to do her job in her life. Being paraded through the aisles with the woman fussing over her was almost worse than the stares she'd normally get. Kate for her part tried not to squirm when the attendant held hangars of clothing in front of her body to check their fit. It was no small mercy that the store was otherwise dead.

By the time the humiliation ritual ended the overzealous woman had left her holding a pile of outfits, if they could be called that. Being led finally into the changing room was the first thing that day she'd been enthusiastic about as it was a chance to hide. The booths within were themselves quite small so Chris sat outside waiting for her. Quickly she undressed, peeling off her plain black jeans that she'd noticed had become a little tight and her oversized hoodie. She held up the first set, a lacy pink bra with matching sheer panties and stockings. She imagined herself for a moment wearing them and wanted to die then and there.

Avoiding the mirror she dressed quickly. She could tell by how nice the fabric felt that what she was slipping into was expensive. The stockings were incredibly silky, they felt almost like a second skin. It all fit her surprisingly well, though tucking in it wasn't really an option, not that it mattered as the sheer fabric did little to conceal her package anyway, nor was this likely to be something she wore outside of the bedroom.

"They're going to burn these the moment we leave the store you know." She joked through the heavy black curtain separating them, well half-joked.

"Not at these prices." Chris joked back She smiled, she'd started to relax since getting out of sight.

"Come in and tell me what you think."

"What? Just come out here, it's an underwear store nobody is here and nobody would care."

The dark curtain hung silently for a moment before her frustrated reply came through it. "If you make me come out there I'm going to kill myself in front of the girl that works here."

Chris obviously decided not to push the matter, carefully he opened the curtain just enough for him to slip in. "Beautiful."

The word came out so frankly and with such little hesitation that she couldn't help believe it and she could feel herself blushing and grinning.

"What do you think of it though?" He asked.

"Uh, it feels like a good fit I think."

"Yeah but do you like how it looks?"

She paused for a moment. "I haven't looked."

"What?" He cocked his eyebrow, confused.

"Well why does it matter." She grumbled. "It's for you anyway."

"For us." He moved closer to her. "You're supposed to feel sexy when you wear it, that's the point."

"If that's what you're waiting for then we're going to be in this changing room until one of us dies of dehydration."

"Here, look." He grabbed her hips, the warmth of his coarse, large hands causing her skin to tingle. She never could understand how a grip could be so firm but also so gentle. Her body obeyed him and turned to look at the full length mirror behind her. She caught a glimpse of herself before she could look away.

"They look good." She said mostly just to appease him.

This routine continued on and on for what seemed like an eternity at first but slowly as she made her way through the pile she started to have fun despite herself. Try as she might she couldn't help but enjoy showing off for her boyfriend. She even allowed herself longer glances. She had to admit that even on her body the expensive pieces of fabric worked their magic, for moments however brief in her mind she was almost pretty. They were a far cry aware from the plain, cheap, generic underwear she allowed herself otherwise.

Carefully she stepped into a delicate, dark green thong and slipped it snugly into place. The matching bra was quite elegant, it actually lent a little class to such a revealing piece. She called Chris in and a moment later he eased past the curtain, as soon as he looked up at her he froze. He was stunned.

"Do you like it?" She knew how he felt, she knew what his answer would be, it was written all of him, still she just couldn't stop herself asking girlishly, she wanted the attention and she wanted to hear him say it.

"You look amazing." She did a happy little twirl in response. Reflexively he reached out and took her again. His hands felt so nice on her smooth skin. "Look at yourself."

She did as she was told cocking her head to look over her shoulder. She'd never thought her butt could look so good. Seeming to read her thoughts he traced his hand down her waist and gave her cheek a squeeze, pulling her closer. She turned back to look up into his eyes. Without a thought they locked lips, embracing in a passionate kiss. Pressed against him she finally had definitive proof of his honesty. Against her tummy through his jeans she could feel his cock growing hard. She was hard too, surprisingly. Just enough to pull against the cloth and poke at his thigh. The mood had changed drastically and an ache built inside of the pit of her stomach. In her current state she'd have let him take her then and there. Finally the kiss broke off, they were both breathing hard and staring intently into each other's eyes. There was something primal there.

"Excuse me." They both jumped as that saccharine voice ripped through the silence. Without thinking and not wanting to appear guilty Chris drew the curtain slightly. In an instant Kate was face to face with the attendant. For a moment they both stood silently. Kate saw her eyes wander down and grimaced. She was hard and there was no way of hiding it in these panties. She turned and tried to hide herself but only managed to show off her near bare ass instead. For her part the attendant only smiled.

"They look great on you! But here, I found these, they're a bit more on the expensive side but the top is great for drawing attention away while the bottoms have a high waistline that accentuates your hips." She handed Chris a couple of hangars holding something dark and purple and left. Though the woman barely seemed perturbed Kate was mortified.

"Here." Chris handed the clothing off to her and stepped outside, he knew better than to try to talk her down.

Angrily Kate stripped and dressed out of spite now, stupid whore, hasn't she heard of privacy, can't she mind her own business. Kate looked in the mirror. Dumb bitch was right too this does look nice.

Absolutely beside herself Kate had forgotten to call Chris in as she grumpily dressed and undressed. When she was done she came outside and shoved the pile into his arms. "Pick the one you like and let's get the Hell out of here please?"

"Hmm? Oh no, you're picking. Here's my card, pick the one you thought looked best and buy it, I want it to be a surprise." If looks could kill Chris might have faded to dust then and there, he couldn't help but crack a cheeky grin. She didn't care, she couldn't be bothered arguing, the quickest way to ending this was by accepting her fate.

She met him outside, carrying a small paper bag. She scowled at him again as she handed him his card back. "Home!"

She almost sounded like a child as she made her demand. His shit eating smile only grew wider.

"Oh come on it was fun! It's a shame I didn't get to see your face when you had the lady ring you up." She struck out at his shoulder again, this time far less playfully. She was a little taken aback by how little the big oaf budged.

Finally her focus cam back from reminiscing about that day and she finished applying her mascara unable to suppress a small smile. She'd have to remember to get him back for that one day.

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Chris shot a glance at the closed en-suite bathroom door, she'd been held up in there for an hour at least. Prep would take time, as would the makeup, he told himself. It was best not to rush her anyway, with all the effort she'd put in there's no way she'd get cold feet now. She was way too stubborn for that.

The plan had been solid. His birthday fell only a couple days out from Valentine's. He'd persuaded her to make this one special. She'd have to get a nice outfit, to really learn makeup, to look her best for him. He knew that was the only way to convince her. It'd worked of course, though it'd been a struggle.

Still he was happy with how the whole thing had turned out. While she was getting ready he'd spread around rose petals, a little cliche, and set up some purple mood lights. The lighting was perfect, it was sultry, and low enough that it'd help her feel more comfortable. Of course only now had he realised the futility of laying out flower petals in a dimly lit purple room but oh well. The icing on the cake sat propped up against the vanity, facing the bed. A full length mirror.

With nothing left to do he paced. It was odd but the anticipation was actually making him feel a little nervous. It wasn't as if this was their first time or anything, still it felt special. He let out a sigh, deciding she could be much longer he stripped down to nothing. However laying on the bed he caught his reflection in the mirror and decided better of it, slipping into a fresh pair of boxer briefs instead. He sprayed a light amount of cologne over his broad, hairy chest. It filled the vibrant atmosphere with a smokey, woody musk. As he went to lay back down he realised he still had his socks on and as he curled up to pull them off a sudden knocking came.

"Ready?" A muffled, somewhat nervous voice asked.

"Just a second!" Frantically he ripped off those plain white socks, glowing vibrantly purple in the light, and threw them into the corner. He wriggled back into position and tried to regain himself.

"Ready!"

On cue the door creaked open, teasingly slow. At first the white light pouring in hurt his eyes and he could see nothing until it was extinguished with a click. Out of the dark doorway she slowly stepped in. The cool fresh air felt nice on her skin, especially compared to the stuffiness inside the bathroom. She was so distracted by the feeling inside their bedroom she almost forgot to be nervous. She smiled as she scanned over the flower petals and eventually her eyes came to rest on him. He smiled back at her, head propped up on one of his thick arms.

He lay there, speechless. She was beautiful but in a way he couldn't describe. He wanted to tell her of course but unconsciously felt that words would only cheapen what he really meant. The piece she'd finally decided on had been the attendant's late recommendation. A rich purple babydoll negligee with a matching high waisted thong. The delicate silk clung to her small but shapely breasts, accentuating them, drawing the eye while obscuring the rib cage she hated so much. The thin thong clung to her small bulge at the front while her cheeks swallowed it at the back. The lacy strings of it ran high up her hips and seemed to exaggerate her ass. She hadn't noticed how big it had gotten until tonight.

Feeling the heat of his gaze she slowly turned, showing herself off to him. She didn't think but rather knew for a fact her ass looked good right now, she wasn't missing this opportunity. His hungry stare remained glued to her body and that helped settle her nerves, and in turn she showed off more. All of the nervousness seemed to diffuse out of her body, replaced by a pleasant, needy warmth.

"Come here."

She obeyed, strutting intentionally slow towards him. His chest pecs tightened as he pulled himself to sit on the side of the bed. "God you're sexy."

She smiled, she'd believe him just this once. All the attention had gotten to her head and she felt a little dizzy. And then a much stronger feeling overwhelmed even that. Leaning forwards the smooth silk fell around her as she kissed him, her chin grazing against his scraggly, trimmed beard. The kiss was deep but quick, breaking off with a loud smacking sound. She kept moving down, first kissing his warm neck, then her lips tracing down his hard chest, the soft hairs tickling her face. Each kiss she planted was accompanied by one of those sweet smacks. They left a cool, wet sensation on his skin that slowly faded like the lingering memory of each kiss, it almost made him shiver. When she got to above his belly button he spread his hands behind him and leaned back.

Dropping to her knees she took her place between his hairy, powerful thighs and reached out slipping her slender fingers into the the waistband of his underwear and with a tug pulled down the front. His cock sprang free with a shocking speed, slapping against his tight belly. He was rock hard. It seemed almost like she could feel the heat radiating from it. Gently she hooked the waistband under his sack and continued her kissing. When she got to his pubes she could feel his impatience, it was throbbing right up against her face.

She drew back and kissed his causing him to let out a forceful huff before his fingers came to her chin, his thumb stroking her bottom lip. Gently he guided her head back to look at him. The fruits of her labour were plain to see. Her lips shimmered faintly, her eyes traced with black were like two deep, dark pools. Her cheeks were brought out in their fullness on her face draped in her beautiful, silken hair. Her eyes gazed at him wonderingly.

He smiled at her. "I just wanted to appreciate your work before I make your makeup run."

She returned his smile and shuddered. That was her cue and she took it. Firmly gripping him around the base she drew back his foreskin gently and guided his cock into her mouth. He was harder than she'd ever felt him, his rigid manhood burning hot even inside her mouth. Her tongue teased at his tip and the rim of his foreskin. This was her favourite part, it was a feeling she could enjoy all day. Something about wrapping up his swollen tip and running her tongue around it was so satisfying to her, it made her feel relaxed, calm, like nothing else mattered.

Fortunately this was his favourite part as well, his hips buckled as she teased at his sensitive gland the sensation was so intense. He'd been her first so how she got so good at this he'd never know. A long, low moan sounding more like a grunt forced its way out of him. She took this as a sign and upped her intensity, taking him deeper. His cock wasn't the longest, sitting somewhere around average, he was thick though, and that had always given her trouble. Tonight she was determined however, she'd throat him until he squirmed.

It was her turn now to break the silence, she hummed a "mmm" into him, the slight vibrations felt pleasant. Shifting all his weight to his left arm he reached out and ran a hand over her ear, brushing her hair back. She couldn't explain why but that carress made her tremble. Sensing this he continued to stroke at her ear with his rough skinned thumb. Her satisfied humming increased, as did her determination to swallow him. With a bob she managed to breach her throat and then stifle a gag before pulling back. She repeated this motion with redoubled efforts. For a moment he thought to tell her not to push herself but before he could get the words out she took him deeper and suddenly he couldn't think anymore, let alone speak.

She could feel his heart beating faster as his manhood pulsated inside of her mouth. She was getting a little light headed. Almost in a trance she kept taking him deeper until her nose pressed into his pubes. She was so out of it her throat was too relaxed to gag. Chris clenched at the sheets. He could feel her throat so clearly with his tip. Hot, wet, soft, tightening and release around him. It's a feeling he'd have gladly enjoyed forever though some higher function still remaining in his brain told him she'd been down there too long and regretfully he started to pull her free of him.

She let out a long gasp like a diver coming up for air. Her eyes were bleary, she seemed half out of it. Her face sank back down, this time her nose pressed against his sack as she kissed and nuzzled it, God she loved the way he smelt. Even fresh out of a shower his body still had that faint stink of a man, sweat and musk, it made her head swim. She kept licking, kissing, sucking eagerly until with a great effort his whole body shift. Before she knew what was happening the whole world seemed to spin as he handled her effortlessly and she was suddenly face down on the bed withing her thong being pulled out from between her cheeks. She moaned as she felt slimy, wet fingers enter her. Her body had become so shockingly sensitive she might've cum just from being played with like that. She couldn't shake the feeling of disorientation even as all her body could focus on was the pleasure. She could hear him stroking himself as he lubricated her; the wet, slick sound. It made her whole body tingle. The smell of lubricant filled the air. Suddenly his fingers parted and opened her up a little, forcefully. She groaned. He kept working away inside of her. She was just about to protest, if he kept this up she'd cum right there, but he seemed to sense this and his thick fingers withdrew.