The Lingerie Tease

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I smiled when I saw the phone call from my friend Sam and picked up immediately.

“Hey, you,” she said with a smile in her voice.

“Hey, what’s new with you?” I asked.

“I only have a minute,” she said, “but I know your birthday is coming up, and you gave such a thoughtful present to me for mine that I want to do the same for you. But… you’re tricky to shop for.” I felt a twinge of guilt because she was right. “So I thought the best thing for it would be a trip to the mall together. Are you free Saturday?”

“Sure!” I said. We worked out the details, hung up, and I got back to work.

– – – – –

Late Saturday morning, she picked me up, as I was on the way. I closed my door and locked up when I saw her car pull up, and she beamed when she saw me. I climbed in on the passenger side and greeted her.

“Look at you!” she said. “New haircut?”

“You caught me,” I said with a laugh. “I’ve been trying out new barbers.”

“Stick with this one. You look great!”

I must have been having a good hair day, but Sam seems to always have a good hair day: her blonde hair is long, and whether it’s wavy, straightened, in curls, or even a casual ponytail, it always looks effortless and beautiful.

Truthfully, she always looks beautiful. Her eyes are bright and colorful, her smile radiant and forthcoming; even her teeth are perfect. She just has an energy about her that draws you in when you see her.

And we’d been seeing a lot of each other, from quick lunches to the occasional cocktail night (much more practice required) to running errands together, and even the lazy days she’d invite me over for Netflix marathons, bleary-eyed with a halo of blonde hair as she greeted me at the door in her pajamas.

“So…” she said, and I realized I’d gotten lost in my thoughts. “Any ideas on what I should get you?”

“I don’t mean to be difficult,” I replied, “but I’m really not sure.” For some reason, I was picturing the waffle iron I’d been given from someone five years earlier and only used twice.

“Playing hard to get, huh?” she said through a forced pout.

“Sorry…?” I asked quizzically, by way of apology. We both laughed.

She looked good laughing. Her hair was up in a casual ponytail that day, and she wore a snug white tank top that hugged her stomach, with the vague outline of a bra showing through, and a stylish pair of intriguingly short jean shorts. A colorful summer scarf wrapped around her neck, hiding the subtle bra-to-skin transition I love seeing through thin shirts, and Ankara bayan escort likely hiding some cleavage too.

We chatted about work, our mutual friend Kristen’s recent antics, and where we thought the Marvel franchise was headed until we pulled into the mall’s parking lot.

“So… where to?” she asked, and we set off.

I tried on a couple of button-downs and a pair of jeans at Old Navy, but she shook her head. On to the next store.

We rummaged through the nonsensical gadgets at The Sharper Image, but nothing seemed practical. We did get a few laughs, however, out of a clunky self-balancing unicycle, a battery-powered guitar amplifier that was waterproof for some reason, and functioning replicas of classic arcade games shrunk down to smaller than soda cans. “Who thinks of these things?” we wondered with humor, “And more importantly, who buys them?” They even had a Bluetooth tiki torch, whatever that is.

We stopped for chocolate-dipped pretzels, her treat, and she asked for mine to have the whipped cream and sprinkles upgrade. “Happy birthday!” she said, as I wiped a clump of whipped cream off my cheek, trying to eat the mess as neatly as I could. After we finished, we continued sitting on the hallway bench, watching and commenting on the comings and goings of interesting looking people and laughing at a pair of fuzzy motorized panda- and crocodile-shaped vehicles that passed by, their six-year-old drivers racing with a vengeful intensity on furry toy cars that could go no faster than a moderate stroll. Honestly, an afternoon passed like that was the best gift Sam could have given me.

“What are your best memories of our time together?” she asked. A lock of hair that had escaped her ponytail fell over her face, and she pushed it out of her eye. She always asked the best questions, and I recounted a few of my favorites to her, including discovering the sushi restaurant we love, the time we got embarrassingly sloshed on bottomless mimosas at a brunch restaurant and had to Uber home, earning her first 2-star review on Uber, and the time she sang for me a song that she wrote, timid but trying to look brave in her living room as she asked me not to look at her. We laughed at these, though she blushed when I mentioned her singing.

We resumed walking, and she caught me glancing in the windows of Best Buy and dragged me inside by the hand. I liked that.

We glanced through the aisles, and though the TVs and speakers always pique my interest, but of course they were Escort bayan Ankara too expensive to be a gift. In the movie aisle, she picked up a couple of UHD movies for me along with the promise to watch them with me. We walked to the checkout, and only when she was getting ready to pay did I see a high-end set of wireless headphones appear out of her pocket – she must have light-fingered them during our walk through the store. I balked at the price, but she assured me it was fine and told me she’d already read a lot of reviews beforehand and that these were the ones to get.

“I just wish I could have gotten you something more meaningful, like you gave me in April,” she said with a sweet smile. “You’re always so thoughtful, and you always seem to know just what to give.” I too have fond memories of that day.

Birthday shopping behind us, she asked, “Do you mind if we do a little shopping for me while we’re here?” I didn’t object, and we made a quick circuit through Maurice’s, the shoe section at Dillard’s, and H how knowingly she was teasing me. Just how much of it was my heightened perception because I liked her so much, and how much of it was my imagination?

Maybe our new bond existed purely in my imagination after all, because she seemed to be tuning me out, invested in her phone as we walked. I felt a bit put off by that, feeling that we had shared at least a certain undeniable level of new intimacy between us, and I wanted it to continue.

We walked in silence, then I followed her lead as she sat down on a bench in the mall’s atrium, near the tall glass doors facing the parking lot.

“Sorry about the detour,” she said with a blush, earnestly looking me in the eyes. “I really wanted this day to be about you. Let’s take a look at what you got,” she said scooching closer to me, her thigh now touching mine.

She picked up the Best Buy bag I had forgotten I was carrying and lifted out her summer scarf that was on top, placing it on our laps. She pulled out the disc for Inception, a favorite of mine that I hadn’t seen in years and never in HDR. She sure knew me. And she pulled out Us: I’m skeptical of horror movies, but she assured me that a reviewer she trusts gave a rave review about Us that couldn’t be denied.

“So… was I supposed to wrap these?” she asked, and we laughed together.

And she pulled out the last item: the high-end wireless headphones I had completely forgotten about. I was worried she had spent too much and was trying to figure out how wireless Bayan escort Ankara headphones would fit into my week, maybe fitting with dish washing and workouts and the occasional workday that allows for headphone listening.

As my mind was completely lost in tech, she put her hand on my thigh as she looked me in the eyes and just said, “Hey.” I held her gaze, looking at the face I’m so fond of, waiting for her to say what was on her mind.

“It took me a long time to think of what would make a really special gift, but I do have one more surprise for you.” She pulled out her phone, unlocked it with a fingerprint, tapped once on the screen, and put it back in her little purse.

“Take out your phone,” Sam said, just as I felt it vibrate in my pocket. As I pulled it out, she moved her hand onto my leg beneath her scarf. I had a text from her: a picture. Actually, six pictures. Each was of her in the dressing room of the lingerie shop, wearing the blood orange bra and thong I picked out. Each had a different pose: one was a come-hither look, one was just a sweet smile, one was an athletic side-pose that showed off her abdomen and a little of her firm-looking butt. And in the last one: a coy smile I will never forget, with one bra strap hanging off her shoulder, the bra cup drooping, and her forearm covering her breast with just the teensiest hint of nipple showing above her arm. She looked fantastic, especially in the discreet and carefully engineered fitting-room lighting. Her skin looked smooth and creamy. Her legs looked lean and toned. Her firm collarbones and even just the shape of her shoulders somehow resonated within me. Her tits looked shapely and perfect and incredibly smooth.

I gaped at the pictures. I felt compelled to keep up my prudish facade, the facade I had maintained for two years now as we spent more and more time together, as she became more comfortable with me but without a hint of expressed sexuality in my direction. But clearly there was no reason to. Clearly she didn’t need that from me any longer. Clearly she was teasing me, and the sexual teasing was pretty overt – I don’t think I’ve ever been so excited in my life.

Sam smiled at me with the most perfect, innocent, knowing, coyly seductive smile I’ve ever seen, as her hand, under her scarf and on my leg, moved inwards and slowly slid towards my abdomen. She reached out just a pinky towards the bulge of my cock, truly and fully erect, unmistakable to all had it not been covered by the scarf she placed there just two minutes earlier. Her pinky grazed my erection, traveling over my jeans up the length of my dick, as she slowly pulled her hand out from beneath the scarf, leaving it in place to cover my obvious excitement. I looked at the scarf, at her emerging arm, and then into her eyes. Her expression showed she was just as aroused as I was.

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