The next ten items are amazing. I say yes to all of them, but she’s a bit more critical, saying her hips look too wide in one. She actually says she feels fat in another. It takes everything in me not to lose my shit on her for ever uttering such words. I love her curves, but I’m trying to be respectful and not force her to like something she just isn’t feeling.
Roxanne continues to bring in stacks of clothes. I’m on my second glass of champagne and finding that I’m actually having a good time. Who knew shopping could be fun?
Though it might not be the shopping I like as much as watching Jessie show off her killer body to me over and over. And there’snothing better than watching her smile and laugh, enjoying my company as well.
Eli hung out for the first hour but is now conked out again in the stroller.
“This is a nice pantsuit, right?” she asks, once again in front of the mirror. “Would you be intimidated if I walked into the courtroom, wearing this?”
My eyes roam the length of her body in the fitted gray pantsuit. “Intimidated? Babe, the jury wouldn’t stand a chance with you in that suit—hell, I wouldn’t either.”
“Okay, I guess this can go in the maybe pile.”
Oh, and after all this time, she is still hanging on to this maybe pile, like she might win this battle of monitoring how much we spend. It’s sweet that she thinks I wouldn’t spend my entire life savings to make her happy.
“Okay, I thought we could switch to some evening wear.” Roxanne marches in animatedly. “Time to sex you up for a night out on the town.”
Fuck. Roxanne hangs her new choices in the changing room, then runs out to start picking shoes. Hopefully nothing too sexy. I don’t need to be sporting a hard-on in the store.
“Thank you.” Jessie smiles. “I don’t know when I’ll need sexy clothes, but I’ll give them a try.”
Roxanne walks away, leaving us alone again. Eli is still sleeping soundly in the corner.
“Here we go. Another round. Are you bored out of your mind yet?” she says as she reaches for the curtain.
“Miserable,” I joke, too afraid to tell her it’s the best Saturday I’ve ever had in my life.
She pulls the curtain closed. It takes a minute for me to notice, but she didn’t close it all the way. There’s about six inches of open space at the end. With her back to me, she unbuttons her jacket and discards it on the bench in front of her. Her black lace bra holds up her breasts, revealing her creamy skin.
I should look away—I know I should. But instead, I watch. The gap in the curtain gives me just enough of her, and when her eyes find mine in the mirror, the air shifts. Surprise flashes across her face, yet she doesn’t turn or pull the curtain closed. She simply holds my gaze, her expression softening into something else—a quiet curiosity that roots me to the spot.
Her hands work the button at the top of her pants, and then she slowly drags them down her legs inch by inch, her eyes not leaving mind for a second. I break the contact. She’s wearing a thong, and each creamy cheek is now showcased in front of me like a forbidden temptation—one I have no business staring at. Heat coils low in my stomach, my pulse pounding in my ears as I fight every instinct screaming at me to close the distance between us.
My dick strains in my pants. I adjust myself to make room for my growing erection. Her eyes watch me as she steps out of her pants on the floor. Standing now in nothing but her panties and bra.
Her hand reaches behind her back, working to unclasp her bra. I can’t breathe as I watch. Waiting like I might combust if she doesn’t let it drop. Her breath hitches as her bra slips away, but she doesn’t move to cover herself. Instead, she holds my gaze in the mirror, daring me to keep looking.
The sight of her soft curves and flushed skin, those hard peaks drawing me in—it’s enough to undo me. She’s flawless. I swallow down the desperation I feel to suck her nipple into my mouth and coax it with my tongue.
Roxanne breaks the spell I’m under when she comes rushing in with a high-pitched voice. “Okay, I’m back with some amazing shoes.” She places stacks of boxes outside of the curtain. “If you need to see some of those dresses in heels, I have a selection for you right out here.”
Jessie is fumbling around in the dressing room, reaching for a dress frantically. “Thanks, Roxanne,” she replies with a bit of guilt in her voice.
I shift around uncomfortably as I take a few subtle deep breaths, trying to gather myself.
Roxanne stands anxiously on the other side of the curtain. “Let’s see what you’ve got. I can’t wait to see you in these dresses.”
Jessie pulls back the curtain. She looks breathtaking in a shimmery gold dress that molds to her body, pushing her breasts up to peek over the top in a tantalizing way. It’s short, cutting off only a couple of inches below her bottom. Her silky white thighs are on display again.
Jessie stands in front of the mirror.
Roxanne clasps her hands together. “You look … stunning,” she gushes. “I knew this dress would be perfect. Your body was made for this dress.”
She’s got that right.
“What do you think?” Jessie eyes me in the mirror.
I clear my throat. “Trouble. That’s what I think.”
