Getting ready for prom (also, my lingerie [f]etish origin story)

I had just turned 18 and I had an older boyfriend, Mike, 27. I had been dating him for several months, and after he took my virginity, he became my sexual mentor. He used his age and experience (and healthy supply of kinks) to teach me how to be an amazing submissive sex partner. I had only had sex with him, but I was convinced that us together had the hottest sex known to man. I would have done anything for him, sexually. He molded me.

Other than the nymphomania, I was a typical 18 year old girl, who was excited about my prom. It was on a yacht on the river. As the night approached, there was a certain electricity through the school, and my friends all had their dates confirmed, or at least picked out.

Mike and I had talked about it….he was not comfortable going with me. I understood. His age and the way he looked made it hard to blend in with high school students. He was tall and broad shouldered and had a sculpted, sexy face with huge gorgeous blue eyes. He looked so manly to me, almost similar to some of my friends' younger dads. We agreed that he should sit it out. I still wanted to go though.

I had a friend, Alex, who I had known since elementary school. He had a girlfriend who moved away, but they were still dating. We decided to go together as friends. It seemed perfect. Neither of us were being led on by the other one, as we knew our respective situations, and we genuinely liked each other. Alex was really funny and a bit of a bigger guy, not fat but thick and solid.

Mike took me out to dinner one Saturday night, like he always did. We started talking about prom. "Alex is dressing up," I told him, excited. "He's wearing a vintage suit that he got tailored. It's so funny. He said he would match his bow tie to my dress once I tell him what color it is."

"Hmm," Mike said. "I've been thinking about that."

"What?" I asked. I felt a familiar rush deep down. I knew him so well. I knew the wheels in his head were turning.

"Let's go shopping after this," Mike said. He never asked me to do things, he always just…said we were going to do them. I never felt degraded by that, I always thought it was incredibly sexy.

"I can't wait. Are you thinking short or low cut? Or both?" I asked.

"I don't know. It depends," he teased. He paid the bill and we got in his car. He reached over and started stroking my thigh, and then he reached up to feel my underwear. He grunted a little bit. "Take these off," he said. "Put them in your purse."

I smiled in the darkness. I lifted my ass out of the seat and slid my panties down under my skirt. They were just normal cotton panties, blue with little white stars and moons on them. I balled them up and stuffed them to my purse. The chilly air in the car hit my naked pussy and I kept my legs slightly apart. Mike put his hand back on my thigh and stroked me again, up and down my thigh, getting so close to my pussy, painfully close, but not touching it. The side of his hand would barely brush against it and my heart started racing. He drove to a mall downtown that I rarely went to, because I hung out at the mall closer to home. He pulled around to park in the back lot, behind a Sears. He got out and opened my door for me, holding my hand as he walked me into the mall.

We didn't talk as we strolled in, the mall was quiet at this hour and the only shoppers were a handful of couples and women alone. I assumed he was guiding me to a boutique that sold dresses, but we passed it. I saw a Macy's at one end, but he wasn't headed there either. I let him keep guiding me by the hand, intrigued.

We took a turn toward a small dark corner store with mannequins in the window, wearing extremely elaborate lingerie. My heart felt cold. This was new territory for me. I was getting fairly cocky in my sexual prowess but I hadn't experimented with lingerie like this, ever. I still thought my little thongs from Victoria's Secret were the sexiest thing ever.

Mike smiled down at me. "This is going to be fun," he said quietly, squeezing my hand. He kept his demeanor calm, but I could tell he was getting excited.

A beautiful, petite woman approached us, paying more attention to him than to me. "What can I show you two tonight?" she asked politely, looking me up and down. She smiled at Mike.

Mike looked at me. "She would like to try on some negligees and some bra and panty sets. I think she needs to be measured first, though." He looked at my tits. "She says she's a 34D, but I think she needs a DD." I knew he was saying this to tease me. He loved my tits and knew what size they were. He wanted to see this woman look at them, touch them, and measure them.

"Fantastic," she said, "why don't we go into a dressing room? I'll grab my measuring tape." She went behind the counter for a second and Mike squeezed my naked ass under my skirt. I felt my pussy starting to lubricate itself and I dreaded the inevitable drip down my leg. I had a tendency to get very wet very quickly, which he knew. I wished I was still wearing my panties.

The woman came back. "My name is Mia," she said. "Yours?"

I told her my name. She winked at me. "Nice to meet you." She looked at Mike. "You are welcome to sit right outside here while I measure her, and then I can show you some things in her size."

"Perfect," he said in his low voice, he sat on a puffy chair positioned outside the dressing rooms. I followed Mia into a room and she shut the door. I could see Mike's shoes beneath the edge of the door. I knew he was watching us the same way. I removed my shirt and bra and Mia expertly wrapped the tape around my tits, loosely squeezing them together. The tape brushed my nipples and they got rock hard. She measured under my tits, around my rib cage, and the gentle touching was making me crazy. I watched Mike's shoes. He hadn't moved. I wondered if he was touching his cock.

34DD was indeed my size. Mia put her tape back in her pocket and slipped out, letting me put my clothes back on. I gingerly touched my pussy and sighed when I felt how creamy it was. I shook my head. Mike knew what he was doing.

I went to Mike, who was still sitting. "I'm hard as a rock," he whispered. "Go let Mia show you around for a minute." I nodded and followed her out to the showroom, where she started bringing me things in my size. She loaded up her arms with things she picked out. "Your legs would look amazing in a garter belt," she said, grabbing a couple. "And we have thigh high stockings that match. With legs that long, you should buy them here, the cheaper ones won't be long enough for you." Mia was rattling off her ideas as she picked things out. Eventually Mike joined us, following behind, taking it all in.

I returned to the dressing room with my arms full. Mia helped me get in with everything, and then she turned to look at us. "If you need anything else, let me know," she said sweetly. She gave Mike an infuriatingly sexy look. "Take your time and enjoy." She walked back up to the front of the store, leaving us alone.

Mike took his place on the overstuffed chair. He smiled, a nasty twinkle in his eye. "What are you waiting for? Let's see what you found."

I bit my lip. I slipped into the dressing room and shut the door. I peeled off my skirt, top, and bra, and dropped them on the floor where I knew Mike could see. I picked out a one piece teddy from the top of the pile. It was black, a combo of lace and leather straps. I got it on and looked in the mirror. My tits were squeezed against my body with the leather strap. The g-string had a paper wrapper on it, to keep it sanitary. I felt my juices soaking through it and I panicked. I should have had underwear on while trying this on. I opened the door. "Mike," I started to say, intending on demanding my underwear from my purse.

But the look on his face shut me right up. He was staring at me like a lion staring at a steak. He didn't say a word. His eyes ran all over me, stopping at my smashed tits. "Jesus," he finally said. "Put that in the keep pile." I felt myself blush. This might be pretty fun.

I smiled, and snuck back in, shutting the door again. I took the teddy off and cleaned it up as well as I could. The paper wrapper ended up soaked on the floor.

I shuffled through the pile. There was another one piece, this one was white and had a string of pearls that went down each side where my tits would go. The g-string was a string of pearls too. I put that one on, not caring about the sanitary wrapper. I adjusted my tits so that the pearls were perfect, and opened the door again.

"I like this one better," I said, showing him. Mike had his chin on his hand, looking thoughtful. He had his legs spread, his other hand on his lap. "What do you think." I asked.

"Shake them," he said. I shook my tits, feeling them jiggle out of the pearl restraints. He breathed deeply. "Yeah, that's another keeper," he said. "Try on something else."

This time, I found a bra and panty set. The bra was red and black. The cups were red, with open panels with black silk straps. When it was full of my tits, the silk straps spread out and showcased my nipples perfectly. The panties were also red lace, but the panels that would cover my pussy and ass cheeks were nothing but more black silk straps. The straps could be left alone, or separated for access to my holes.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I was kind of entranced by my reflection. My body looked hot as fuck. My waist was tight and created the perfect curves between my tits and hips. Every curve was accentuated by the silk straps contorting to fit me. I bounced a little bit and watched my DDs jiggle tightly. I would have fucked myself right then and there if I had any less self control.

I took a deep breath and opened the door again. Mike removed his hand from his face. "Turn around…."

I spun around in slow motion. I wrapped my hair in my hand and held it up off my neck. I arched my back so that my ass would stick out. I put a tiny bounce in my spin so that he could appreciate the soft parts jiggling. I looked at him and smiled.

He stood up and moved toward me, pushing me back into the room. He stepped in too. "I'm buying everything," he said. "We can finish the fashion show later." He took my hand and put it on his crotch and I felt the gorgeous rock hard bulge. "I'm making a mess in my pants already." He kissed me on the mouth, his tongue hungrily rubbing mine. He pulled away, handed me my purse, and told me to get dressed. He took the pile of lingerie and headed up to the register. I wondered if Mia would see his erection through his pants. I briefly wondered if he wanted her to see it.

When I came out, the purchase had been made and he led me out of the store. Mia called out for us to have a good night. We walked in silence to the car, but he kept his hand firmly on my ass. I had not put my underwear back on, and my pussy was a complete mess. Without looking at me, he said "your body is the sexiest thing I've ever seen. You were fucking made for lingerie."

He opened my door for me. I got inside, but he grabbed at my skirt and pulled me back toward him. "Not yet," he said. I stood there with my top half in his car. My hands on the passenger seat, my feet on the ground. My ass sticking out at him. He lifted my skirt and rubbed my smooth ass. "You love making my cock hard," he said. "You're going to wear that fucking bra and panties under your prom dress and that boy of yours isn't even going to know. The poor kid wouldn't even know what to do with you."

I let his words sink in as I closed my eyes, feeling his hands on my skin. I arched my back again, exposing my aching, dripping pussy behind me. "Yes," I moaned. "I love your cock. No one can fuck me but you."

That must have been too much for him, because he made some grunting sounds and then I felt his engorged cock cramming my pussy full. He was like a dog, he pounded my cunt so fast and hard. He fucked me like I was a rag doll, just there for him to cum into. I thought about the feeling of power I had over him when he looked at me in the lingerie. I thought about him watching Mia and me in the dressing room, not seeing what she was doing but knowing that her hands were on me. I fantasized about Mia coming out to the parking lot and finding us. My cunt was gushing and I leaned my head back.

Mike ripped his cock out of me and shot cum all over my back, in my hair, and into the car. He made a very loud sound and kept moaning and I opened my eyes, startled. It was dark and the lot was nearly empty but the streetlights glowed just enough. We were slightly visible. I couldn't tell if anyone could see or hear us. Mike stroked all his cum out and then slid himself back into me, pumping me until his cock finally softened. He leaned onto me, resting on my back, getting his cum all over his clothes. "Well…..sorry we didn't find a dress," he said.

I laughed. "Next time," I said. I didn't bother wiping his cum off. I pulled my skirt down and got in the car.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3m85cp/getting_ready_for_prom_also_my_lingerie_fetish