“I’d like to check out that new designer boutique in town, fancy a shopping trip?”
“I’d like to check out that new designer boutique in town, fancy a shopping trip?” “Wow, that place is SO expensive! I’d never afford even a top!” “Tbh, you’d be helping me out I’d like to buy my wife something, for when she gets back from abroad and I’d like advice - you’re almost her exact size. How about you be my kinda ‘personnel shopper’ for the day? Then I’d have to pay you a 'finders fee’ - something you’d like, how about that?” “Don’t be stupid! I’ll come with you without an inducement!” We left the matter of an 'inducement’, hanging and arranged to meet. Of course, she really got into trying on a myriad of clothes at my instruction, those she felt most suited her, but wouldn’t dream of wearing out, I tipped the wink to the assistant to put aside for later purchase.. For my wife, we bought several real high end dresses always at the sluttiest, most provocative end of the designer range - some actually made her blush at the amount of cleavage that would be on show or their backless/short nature.. Wrapped and bagged while we had coffee, I dropped her home in the Audi - not the newest model but she was as much in love with the Q7 s-line as I was.. I always get out swiftly and open her door for her.. She laughs at that “you’re, so funny, so old-school!”, but has been conditioned to let me have it my way, just as planned.. We said our goodbyes, but as she turned away, I surprised her with: “Aren’t you forgetting something?.. she looked confused in that pause.. "Your 'finders fee’?” I gestured to the boot.. she followed mystified.. Four bags containing, as she’d find out later: Classic Suiteblanco Black roll-neck jumper, the IKKS Fur Jacket, Black Patent Krack Stilettos and of course, Black Maje Miniskirt the Leather of which she’d run her hands over in such an innocently erotic manner.. 15 minutes after I got home the call came: “God! You shouldn’t have! There must be over a grands worth of stuff here!” “I can’t.. It’ll have to go back..” Ignoring her, I asked: “How does it all look worn together? You’re wearing it aren’t you?” “I err.. yes.. but..” “I bet you look fantastic!” “That’s not the point, I just ca..” “How does that butter soft Leather Miniskirt feel against your skin? I couldn’t help but notice you fondling it.” “It’s fan.. Oh shut up you’re incorrigible!” “I bet you can feel the weight of the material drapping off your hips, can’t you? That I’d like to see!” “Yes but I really can’t accept.. How about I send you a selfie, so you can see me in it and stop going on?” “No, actually, I’d rather see it all on you, in the flesh, I bet you look like a model! How about dinner, this evening?” I can feel her blushing down the phone, almost biting her lips.. “Oh I don’t know if that’s a good idea..” “That Mediterranean tapas place, you said you’d like to try?” “Now you’re trying to bribe me! You’re SO bad!” “That’s settled then, I’ll pick you up at 8 on the corner of xxxx Road and xxxxx Street, the one way system is hellish round your way!” She giggles: “I can’t believe I’m doing this with you again, but ok!” “One more, thing.. Wear Black Stockings, I think they’d look perfect with that outfit!” “You’re so demanding, and controlling.. I’ll see if I’ve got any suitable.. So maybe..” “So that’s a definite maybe then! See you at 8”. And there she was right on time looking picture perfect but anxious waiting where I’d instructed.. Jonathan Aston Stockings if I wasn’t mistaken.. Highly uncomfortable on public view.. Just as I’d planned for her to feel.. Who says you can’t get women to comply with a little monetary persuasion.. -- source link
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