Lacy Things (2 page)

“Ok,” John managed to stammer.

Krystal smiled as she turned around, and walked into the stall.  As she shut it tightly, she flashed a mischievous grin at the lone man in the ladies room.  Then, she locked the door.

John swallowed away the lump in his throat, and pulled the collar of his shirt.  It felt hot in the room.  John had no idea how attempting to speak to the shy looking girl he followed around the mall had landed him there, with nothing but a wooden door separating him from the sexy, surprisingly brazen, mystery girl.  He heard the girl place her basket of things on a small shelf inside the stall, and then, save for another one of the women leaving her own private booth, and then the dressing room entirely, there was silence.

The girl’s grey sweater fell upon the floor with no manner of grace in its haphazard placement.  He watched as her hands accompanied the hem of her jeans to the ground as well, and she wiggled a little bit at the bottom before pulling them off altogether.

His breathing grew heavy, but he withheld the noise.  His attempts to remain quiet became an even greater challenge as her bra landed atop her sweater.  It was red, simple and plain, but the thought of her naked within the stall was almost more than he could bear.  Then a red cotton thong with white frills hit the floor, on their own, separate from the other articles.  His mind went blank.

Inside, Krystal stood on the tips of her toes, pins and needles surging through her body.   She breathed out a silent sigh of excitement, and turned to her basket, noticing the acquired garments she had picked out.

She dug through them, selecting one of the less showy items.  It would still be attractive enough to pique his interest, she was sure.  She slipped the pure baby blue silk top over her breasts.  As she hooked the piece together, she pulled it back, and let it snap against her skin.  She bit her lip and grinned as she thought of how John reacted outside.

Krystal didn’t waste time.  She looked for the matching bottom piece, a sleek, tight thong that left little to the imagination.  Her fingers danced down her naked thighs, her smooth skin feeling hot.  The thought of what she was doing quickly filled her with primal desire, and the
goosebumps
returned, dotting her entire body.

She bent low, her ass high up in the air, and stepped into the thong.  She slid it up her legs, rubbing the sides of her thumbs against them, until they stopped at her hips.

A low, nervous sigh escaped her lips, and she approached the door.  The lock snapped open, and she pulled it toward her, wondering what his reaction would be.

John stared in awe as he saw the woman he just met leaning against the doorframe, her nearly naked body fitting the lingerie perfectly.  Krystal peeked out of the booth, toward the other stall.  Just she and her mystery man were in the changing area, and she looked back to her admirer.

“What do you think?” Krystal whispered.

He slowly nodded his appreciation, aware of the other woman still trying on clothes in the nearby stall, and was hesitant to articulate his satisfaction at her appearance.

She smiled and turned around, showing off her firm, tight backside.  She closed the door with her foot, and didn’t bother locking it.

Alone again, she brought her finger to her mouth, and lightly nibbled on the skin along her nail.  Her eyes were drawn again to the pile, but she hesitated by the door.  Almost absent-mindedly, she reached behind her, and slipped out of the bra she was wearing.  It dropped to the floor among the other items, just around her feet.

Krystal smirked impishly as she decided to “tidy up” the cluttered floor.  She bent at her knees, lowering herself down to pick up the garments unceremoniously scattered on the floor.  Her rear caught a light touch of the cooler air outside the stall, and she twitched slightly.  She stifled a giggle, and stood again, placing everything on the shelf.

She rifled through the pile again and found a sexy pair of maroon panties that were affixed with shear patterns without giving too much away.  She found the top counterpart and stepped back into the center of the room.

Hearing the second snap of the bra, he knew for sure she was playing a game, toying with him purposefully.  But what caught John’s attention the most was how she stood while she teased him, posing with her taut calves.  Her legs were spread about three feet apart, and the man could only imagine how she looked on the opposite side of that door.

Krystal also knew exactly what she was doing.  There was no accidental amusement here.  Slowly, she
slid
her bare feet back into position, allowing her to pull up on the new pair of panties.  She paused for a moment, and looked at herself.  That moment of brevity passed, and she twisted to look at her rear.  She smiled all the wider as she approached the door again, swinging it open.

“Does my ass look good in these?” Krystal asked.  Her tone was inquisitive, with only a tinge of seduction.

“It does, but I don’t think it’s because of them,” he replied, his eyed fixed on the sheer fabric.

“You’re sweet,” she said, and she blew him a playful kiss as she shut the door again.

Her face was flushed red, and she could feel the heat rising, making her body sway.  Instinctively, she removed her clothes again, shifting toward the rest of what she had picked up.  Despite the many different remaining articles, she ventured a glance at only one thing in particular: a lacy black bra.

The garment was sheer and see-through, but the built-in padding would keep her more intimate features hidden.  She slipped the piece on, so unlike the previous two that matched her softer, more conservative personality.  It was shadowy, dark, and sultry.  Somehow, the deep cuts in the lacy patterns made her feel exposed, delicate, and yet completely in control.  She eagerly shuffled through the rest of her selection as well, finding the matching black lace panties that barely cover the lower parts of her bottom.  Two pink bows were fastened to the hips and slim, almost indiscernible grey stripes moved along the front of the article.

Krystal pulled them up her legs slowly.  She bit her lip as the texture rubbed against her skin, and as she pulled them snugly up against her crotch, feeling the lace with her fingers as her eyes rolled back in pleasure.  She squeezed her thighs together, and hummed a delighted sigh.

But the ensemble was not complete.  A frilly garter belt, the same color as the panties, was on the top of the pile, and she couldn’t resist putting it on.  Its metal straps hung down, resting against her smooth legs.  As she looked at her body in the mirror, she could barely believe she was the same unremarkable woman in the grey sweater and jeans going shopping for something to make her feel sexy.  Perhaps it was the alluring black lace giving her confidence, but Krystal became aware of a deep penetrating urge to satisfy her sexual appetite.

Her body felt like it was on fire, the adrenaline and the excitement nearly rocking her from her feet.  She swept everything off the bench, and it fell to the ground, some things silently, others making little slaps against the carpet.

She heard the telltale sound of a door opening, and her curiosity piqued.  She slipped over to the front of the stall and peeked out just in time to see the only other woman in the room exiting the dressing room altogether.  She shifted her attention to John, who waited patiently to see her next outfit.  She observed that he looked more nervous than earlier, likely because it was the first time they were completely alone together, and she suddenly felt more confident.  But Krystal didn’t budge.  She bowed her head slightly, looking up at him with a seductive glance.  She bit her lip, and raised her hand, curling one finger toward her.

John wasn’t even conscious of rising.  He was upon his feet before the sensation of gravity registered, and he was moving forward without realizing it.  He advanced toward the door, and the girl backed away, just slightly.

“This is all a waste of time,” she said, stirring him from his trance.  He felt scorned at once, his eyes going wide while his brow fell heavily.  But then she grabbed him by the hem of his pants, getting a good grip of his belt as well.  She pulled forward slowly, until he was in the doorway.  “I shouldn’t keep going to the door.  You should be in here with me,” she cooed.  “Just promise you’ll behave.”

The man said nothing, but nodded.

Krystal turned and stepped back into the stall, allowing the door to swing open.  He saw her then, the whole outfit, the little black lace panties covered only in the garter belt, looking like the shortest skirt he’d ever seen.  He felt the heat then too, and breathed a quiet sigh of contentment as he slipped inside, and closed the door behind him.

“Sit down,” she ordered.

For the first time since they had started speaking, he didn’t do as he was told.  John moved toward her, and she could feel that, though he wasn’t much taller than she was, he seemed to tower over her.  He looked down into her eyes, and she looked up, and there was a moment where everything seemed to stop, as if the world had grown hollow.  She didn’t see as he moved, but he felt his firm hands land upon her waist.  The woman moved to follow, bringing her arms up around his neck.  She leaned up, and he pulled her toward him, completely closing the distance between them.  Her lips found their way to his.

The embrace went on for what seemed like ages.  Their mouths interlocked, and his hands had moved behind her back, pulling her close to him with ease.  She stood on the tips of her bare feet, and held on to him like letting go would send her flying from a cliff.  Her eyes were sealed shut, but she could see him, in her mind – the rest of her scenario playing out.

She pushed him away, and sank back to the heels of her feet.

“Sit down,” she repeated.  Her tone had changed, the request sounding more like a plea than a demand.

That time, he did as he was told.  John stepped past her, and sat down on the bench that the lingerie had been resting on.  He leaned up against the wall and looked upon her with great interest.  He breathed heavily, still replenishing his lungs after their passionate kiss.

Krystal turned around and bobbed her hips to and fro, her ass gyrating slowly and mesmerizingly.  The garter belt barely moved, but the straps slipped up and down her legs as she went.  She moved her arms down her body, her fingers dancing along her skin like she knew John wanted to.  While she continued, she began to spin as well, until she faced the man, his eyes glowing with excitement.  She sauntered toward him, and stopped, her legs almost touching his.

With a wild smirk, she lowered to her knees, and she could see him following her with his gaze.  He swallowed hard, but kept his composure.  She smiled all the brighter, those rows of perfect teeth flashing out at him as she reached behind her.  The woman brought her collected item out in front of her as she stood, and displayed it to her admirer.

A package of black lace thigh highs was in her hands.

“Can’t really get your opinion without the whole outfit, can I?” Krystal asked.

She methodically ripped apart the package, and pulled the stockings from the bag, throwing the refuse to the ground.  She didn’t bother lifting either of her legs to put the lingerie on though, as John expected.  Instead, she turned around, and sat upon his lap.

The man breathed out quietly, for as she lifted one of her legs, her tight ass rubbed against the bulge in his pants.  He caught a scent of her perfume then, more powerfully than before, and swept her hair away from her neck.  He bit her on that uncovered skin, but she pulled away, a smile wide on her face.  She lifted her other leg then as his hands fell upon her hips, just above the fabric of the garter belt.  The second stocking snapped into place, and Krystal flinched just a bit, moving over that swelling lump again.  John sighed, a little moan of pleasure erupting from his lips.

Krystal stood and spun around, lifting her left hip. She made eye contact with the man as she attached the strap to the band of the stocking on that side.  The woman stepped closer as she lifted up her opposite leg, and snapped that one into place too.

“So what do you think?”

John tried to stand, but she put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him back down.  Krystal stepped over his legs and sat back down upon him.  She inched closer until she could feel his excitement beneath her.  She pressed into him, her breasts nearly bulging out of the bra, and returned his gesture from earlier, biting his neck just below his ear.

He was immobilized.  Sharp breaths rose up as she sank her teeth deeper, and digging his fingers into the soft flesh of her back was the only recourse he had.  She moved rhythmically with every press of his digits, grinding up against him.  Her knees shifted against his belt, almost in sync with every time she bumped into his bulge.

She leaned back and reached down, mischief written on her face, in that devilish smile.  She undid his belt, and pulled it through the hoops so fast he thought she might whip him with it.  At that point, he wasn’t sure he’d mind.

Krystal tossed the belt to the ground.  Before she could move her hand back to John’s body though, he grabbed them, and pulled her closer.  He retaliated, kissing up her neck until he reached her ear.  He nibbled on the lobe until she let out a pleasant hum and then turned her head so that he could press his lips to hers.

Her hands wrapped around the back of his head, tugging gently at his thick hair.  They locked together for some time, her teeth pulling at his lower lip, but he was assertive.  He lightly pushed her away, taking a journey down her neck.  Distracted, she almost didn’t feel the sensual touch of his fingers inching together near the top of her back.