at that shop downtown. The one you admired in the window, except for the orange stripes of course.”
“It is nothing like that dress at The Red Rose!” I exclaimed. “That one was simple, classic, and…” then I caught the amusement in his eyes. “Very funny,” I said, hanging the ugly dress back.
Shopping with Markus was not like shopping with a good girlfriend. He liked to look good, but he did not want to spend hours picking out shoes or pants that fit the butt ‘just so’ for himself or me.
“What do you think of this?” I asked, pulling out a zebra printed tee from the racks.
“Great!” he replied impatiently.
“And what do you think of this?” I held up a pair of slim fit green slacks swirled with a black print.
“Great! You look good in everything,” he grunted quickly.
It was pretty obvious that everything was ‘great’ to him. I sent him off to go look in the men’s department while I pulled out a huge selection of items for myself. As a werewoman, I had to find clothes that were easy to put on and take off, with not a lot of buttons and a durable fabric.
After trying everything on, I culled it down to a pair of khaki slacks, tapered jeans, and three tops. I added in a pair of comfortable walking shoes and a small pair of platform sandals that would look good with both the jeans and the slacks.
When I got to the men’s department, I found Markus scratching his head with nothing in his hands. It was obvious he was in over his head.
“I’m just not used to this many choices,” he whined. “Kara always bought our clothes.”
Kara, wow. That woman had sure tried to ingratiate herself into Markus’s life. I couldn’t help but feel a flash of anger when I recalled the council meeting at Camp Vickers, and how Kara had tried to lead me astray because she wanted Markus for herself.
Oh well, at least in the end she had encouraged Todd to help us to escape from Camp Vickers. “Well she did a good job,” I stated. Markus always looked smoking hot in his snug denims and pec revealing tees. “So, let’s see what I can do.”
Over the next thirty minutes we picked out several pairs of jeans and shirts for Markus, along with some boxers and a black leather belt with a gold tone buckle.
After paying for our purchases we walked to the lingerie store. I needed panties badly. Markus eagerly walked into the store with me, his eyes bulging as he gazed at the assortment of nighties, panties, and stockings.
I picked up a pink cotton nightgown. “What do you think of this?” I asked.
“Not see-through enough,” Markus said.
“And what do you think of this?” I asked, holding up a pair of boy shorts.
“Not small enough. They should be up here,” he said, motioning to an area right above my butt cheeks.
“Hmm,” I said teasingly. “You don’t seem to mind picking out clothes in here.”
Markus snorted.
There were a lot of pretty things in the store, but I had to be sensible. I went over to the 5 for $25 panties and began rifling through them. It was like being in a candy store with all the different colors and styles.
I selected my five pairs when Markus marched over with a red, lacy bra and matching thong panty set. “This one,” he said.
What do you do when a hunky looking man tells you to buy a set of sexy lingerie? I took the hangers and walked into the dressing room. Surprisingly, Markus had gauged my size perfectly. The red demi bra was so soft, conforming to my breasts perfectly with a cute peek-a-boo lace along the edges. The sheerness allowed my nipples to lightly show through. The tops of my breasts were clearly on display and my boobs looked ginormous, swelling over the top of the cups. And the thong panties … well I was not sure if they qualified as panties as they were no more than a small piece of sheer red material with a peek-a-boo lace on the edges that matched the bra. They allowed my butt cheeks full exposure. Overall, I had to say I looked hot. The
“It is nothing like that dress at The Red Rose!” I exclaimed. “That one was simple, classic, and…” then I caught the amusement in his eyes. “Very funny,” I said, hanging the ugly dress back.
Shopping with Markus was not like shopping with a good girlfriend. He liked to look good, but he did not want to spend hours picking out shoes or pants that fit the butt ‘just so’ for himself or me.
“What do you think of this?” I asked, pulling out a zebra printed tee from the racks.
“Great!” he replied impatiently.
“And what do you think of this?” I held up a pair of slim fit green slacks swirled with a black print.
“Great! You look good in everything,” he grunted quickly.
It was pretty obvious that everything was ‘great’ to him. I sent him off to go look in the men’s department while I pulled out a huge selection of items for myself. As a werewoman, I had to find clothes that were easy to put on and take off, with not a lot of buttons and a durable fabric.
After trying everything on, I culled it down to a pair of khaki slacks, tapered jeans, and three tops. I added in a pair of comfortable walking shoes and a small pair of platform sandals that would look good with both the jeans and the slacks.
When I got to the men’s department, I found Markus scratching his head with nothing in his hands. It was obvious he was in over his head.
“I’m just not used to this many choices,” he whined. “Kara always bought our clothes.”
Kara, wow. That woman had sure tried to ingratiate herself into Markus’s life. I couldn’t help but feel a flash of anger when I recalled the council meeting at Camp Vickers, and how Kara had tried to lead me astray because she wanted Markus for herself.
Oh well, at least in the end she had encouraged Todd to help us to escape from Camp Vickers. “Well she did a good job,” I stated. Markus always looked smoking hot in his snug denims and pec revealing tees. “So, let’s see what I can do.”
Over the next thirty minutes we picked out several pairs of jeans and shirts for Markus, along with some boxers and a black leather belt with a gold tone buckle.
After paying for our purchases we walked to the lingerie store. I needed panties badly. Markus eagerly walked into the store with me, his eyes bulging as he gazed at the assortment of nighties, panties, and stockings.
I picked up a pink cotton nightgown. “What do you think of this?” I asked.
“Not see-through enough,” Markus said.
“And what do you think of this?” I asked, holding up a pair of boy shorts.
“Not small enough. They should be up here,” he said, motioning to an area right above my butt cheeks.
“Hmm,” I said teasingly. “You don’t seem to mind picking out clothes in here.”
Markus snorted.
There were a lot of pretty things in the store, but I had to be sensible. I went over to the 5 for $25 panties and began rifling through them. It was like being in a candy store with all the different colors and styles.
I selected my five pairs when Markus marched over with a red, lacy bra and matching thong panty set. “This one,” he said.
What do you do when a hunky looking man tells you to buy a set of sexy lingerie? I took the hangers and walked into the dressing room. Surprisingly, Markus had gauged my size perfectly. The red demi bra was so soft, conforming to my breasts perfectly with a cute peek-a-boo lace along the edges. The sheerness allowed my nipples to lightly show through. The tops of my breasts were clearly on display and my boobs looked ginormous, swelling over the top of the cups. And the thong panties … well I was not sure if they qualified as panties as they were no more than a small piece of sheer red material with a peek-a-boo lace on the edges that matched the bra. They allowed my butt cheeks full exposure. Overall, I had to say I looked hot. The
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