Aimee - Ch. 09

At 7:30 AM, clad only in her bra and panties, Aimee stood in the bedroom of the penthouse trying to decide what to wear for her shopping trip with Meagan. As she looked at the selection of clothing she had gathered from her apartment the day before, it struck her that she really did not have many outfits that did not clearly proclaimed to all who made the effort to even notice, that she was an uninteresting, unadventurous, working girl.

Her wardrobe choices had taken a sharp turn several months previously in a deliberate attempt to break from her wealthy and privileged lifestyle and to, instead, develop her own unique personality and let it shine. Don had urged her in that direction and in the process, he had become a wonderful friend, and more recently had agreed to help her shore up and fill in some gaps that existed in her knowledge and awareness of male/female relationships.

Being an unloved virgin at the age of twenty-three had been a source of terrible discouragement and daily despair for her. Don had helped her to take decisive action to push back against the cards that life had dealt her. He, being a forty-two-year-old man who went through a divorce a decade earlier after twelve years of marriage, had some life taught wisdom that helped her immensely. Their friendship grew until one day she realized that she had fallen in love with him. When she declared that to him, while not confessing love for her, he did admit to having an attraction toward her that crossed the line of mere friendship. Those mutual confessions had opened the door to intimacies far beyond what he had ever sought and which, indeed, he had tried to avoid.

Her cellphone buzzed with a facetime call. As his face appeared on the screen she drank in the sight of his twinkling eyes and his large smile as he held the phone close to his face.

"Hi Hon!" he said.

"Hi, Don, how are things on the left coast?"

"Things are busy, but good. We ran into a few snags yesterday, but I think our legal team has worked them out. How about you? Meagan tells me that you decided to stay in the penthouse and that she is taking you to breakfast and then shopping today.

"Yes, she is, and I was just standing here trying to figure out what to wear."

"You saying that you are not dressed yet? I'd like to see that!"

Blushing, she took her phone and held it away from her as she panned it up and down the length of her body.

"Very nice," he said. "If I were there with you, we would not be going to breakfast. I would think we would have no trouble finding other things to do with our mouths."

She felt the deeper flush creeping into her face as she said, "You are just bad!"

Changing the subject she said, "Don, I appreciate the offer to pay for my shopping today but it's really not necessary. I was just thinking that I needed some new clothing, and I do have my own money that I can use. It was sweet of you to offer but I really would rather go shopping with Meagan and use my own money.

Pausing for a moment in thought, he replied, "If you are sure but if you are uncomfortable spending the five thousand dollars, spend what you are comfortable with and then make up the rest of it as my gift to you. Does that sound like an acceptable compromise?

She nodded, with a sigh, "If you insist but it's really not necessary."

"I insist and will look forward to having you model your new wardrobe for me ... every piece ... when I return. By the way, did Meagan deliver your laundered unmentionables?

Blushing again, "Yes, please tell me that you didn't give them to HER to clean."

He smiled and said, "If you want me to tell you that ... I will."

"You are incorrigible!"

Hearing the door chimes, Aimee's eyes darted to the clock. It was 7:58. "Don, I have to go, I think Meagan is here. Will you call me tonight?"

"I'll call. Now go have fun."

As they ended the call, Aimee ran to the door, forgetting that she was in just a bra and panties, and swung it open. Meagan slowly took her in with her gaze from head to toe, raised her eyebrows and said teasingly, "Wow! Look at you!" Then, with a smirk she said pointed at the plain cotton undergarments and said, "we will need to visit Victoria's Secret first. But you will need to put something more on before we go."

"Oh, yes ... of course!" said Aimee, blushing furiously. "Would you like to come in?"

She ran back into the bedroom and began tossing things out of the plastic bag on to the floor until she pulled out a pair of loose tan slacks and a red sateen blouse. Quickly she dressed, slipped her feet into her black leather pumps, picked up her purse, and returned to Meagan.

"I'm ready."

After donning their coats, they left the penthouse and descended in the elevator to the lobby. They emerged from the AEGIS building to a sunny street with a noticeable, but not uncomfortable chill in the air.

Hailing a taxi, Meagan ushered her into the cab and gave the address to the driver. They arrived at Calisto's Restaurant for breakfast and after breakfast they chatted as they walked two blocks to Victoria's Secret.

"Have you ever been in this place before?" Meagan asked, as they entered the store.

"No, have you?"

"Many times," said Meagan.

Aimee took in the intimate ambiance of the store and could hardly believe her eyes as they roved over the wide array of intimate apparel that was on public display.

Taking Aimee's hand, Megan said," Follow me."

They moved to the back of the store, and Aimee worked hard to breathe slowly and not to stare. In the back of the store there was a bank of dressing rooms paneled with floor length mirrors and large enough to comfortably accommodate two people. Each room was lushly carpeted and contained comfortable chairs and benches.

Meagan opened the door of one of the rooms and motioned for Aimee to enter. As she prepared to close the door she said, "Take all your clothes off and I'll bring you some things to try on." She quickly closed the door and as it clicked shut Aimee stood there alone, wondering if she had heard correctly. Did she really tell me to take all my clothes off?

Hesitantly, Aimee unbuttoned her red blouse and after removing it she hung it on a hook attached to the back of the room's door. She kicked off her shoes but balked at removing her pants. She heard Meagan outside the door talking to someone and then she counted from one to 7 and said, "OK?"

In the next moment, the door opened, and Meagan slipped into the room with a handful of silk and lace in a variety of colors. She turned around and said, "You are not undressed yet! Come on girl, off with everything!"

"Is that really necessary?"

"Absolutely, girl. How are you going to try on these panties and bras while you are wearing ... those.," and she pointed at Aimee's panties and bra.

Aimee realized that Meagan was not going to take 'no' for an answer. Slowly she unsnapped her pants, lowered the zipper, and pushed them over her hips. They slid to the floor and Aimee felt Meagan's assessing glance as she reached behind to undo her bra. She remembered Meagan saying that she was more attracted to women as opposed to men and she briefly wondered if Meagan was looking at her in that way. She shrugged out of her bra and crossed her arms over her chest and looked at Meagan with a nervous laugh. "It's a little cold in here."

Meagan appeared to be unaffected as she pointed at Aimee's panties with her forefinger and made a downward motion with the tip of her finger indicating that Aimee should remove the panties.

Reluctantly, Aimee dropped her arms, exposing her breasts and pushed the panties over her hips and down her thighs until they fell freely to her ankles. She stepped out of them as they lay on the floor.

She could see her reflection in almost a panoramic three-hundred-sixty-degree view because of all the mirrors paneling the room and she was aware of the fact that Meagan could see what she saw ... and Meagan was looking.

Meagan held out a pair of disposable thong panties and then a small piece of red silk with instructions to try "these" on. Aimee lifted one leg and slipped her foot through the leg hole of the disposables, aware that she was being watched as the lifting of her leg spread her crotch open. She thought to bend and put her other foot through while the panties lay on the floor, but as she did, she realized that her butt was in the air and Meagan had a view of what lay between her legs as it was reflected in the mirror behind her. She felt the wave of heat as she knew she was blushing. Not even in high school had Aimee ever been completely naked and exposed in front of a woman. Locker rooms were equipped with individual cubicles and showers.

As she placed her feet through the leg holes of the red silk panties, she wasn't certain that they were all there. There was nothing but a string across her hips, a narrow band of fabric behind and just a gauzy triangle to almost, but not quite, cover her mound. "Do people really wear stuff like this every day?" she asked.

"It makes them feel sexy, dear. They are comfortable and there's no panty line to worry about. When there is no panty line, it allows the viewer to use their imagination as to just what there might be ... or not be ... under those pants."

Aimee's eyes widened and her jaw dropped just a little. She finished pulling the thong up, snugging it to her crotch and pulling the straps up over her hips.

"Turn around.," Meagan instructed. As she did, Aimee thought Meagan's fingers lingered just a little longer than necessary as she adjusted the rear strap of the thong so that it lay smoothly along the parting of her buttocks; and then again as she came around in front and repositioned the lacy triangle. She felt a tingle in her nipples, and they started to swell, against her will.

"That looks perfect, luv. They are just the right size. We will get you a dozen pairs of these and be sure to pick some in black and some in red. I'm going to have Francesca come in now and she is going to measure you for your new bras.

There was a knock on the door and then, as it opened, a slim woman who could not have been much more than a teenager entered with a tape measure hanging around her neck and a notepad. Aimee had NEVER been measured before, and she fought the reflex to cover her breasts with her arms as Francesca came close and took the tape measure from around her neck.

"Hi Aimee," she said. "Let's get you fitted for some new bras; just lift your arms a bit."

Thankfully, Francesca seemed to be all business, and she efficiently completed the task in just a few moments even telling Aimee to breathe naturally when she was unaware that she was holding her breath.

Meanwhile, Meagan had left the dressing room while Francesca was there and collected an armful of lingerie to try on. Aimee was dizzy by the time she left the dressing room, and she had 10 new bras, a dozen thong panties, some camisoles, garter belts and various other items including some open crotch panties that Meagan insisted she purchase. The salesclerk rang it all up and it came to $1439.94.

The morning passed as the duo moved from store to store, selecting and trying a wide variety of clothing, all of which were far from the type of clothing that Aimee had been wearing for almost a year. The remainder of the morning yielded another 3400.00 in purchases, all of which Aimee paid for from her own funds.

After having lunch at Laffitte's, Meagan suggested they take the shopping bags back to the penthouse and then make one more stop. Aimee waited in the lobby as Meagan took the bags and entered the elevator.

She was keenly aware of the soft lacy scrap of fabric that barely covered her between her legs, but she had become hardly aware of the straps on her hips, or between her rear cheeks. She wondered if anyone was watching her and wondering what she had on beneath her pants.

Meagan was back after a few minutes and with a smile asked, "Ready?"

"Where are we going?"

"We have an appointment for you at Nice & Naughty."

"An appointment?"

"Yes, luv. Personal sales staff are available for special clients to help them choose what they would like to have."

Hailing a cab, the two women got in and Meagan gave the driver the address.

Nice and Naughty looked like a posh club on the exterior and it had a doorman who greeted the ladies as he pulled the door open. A blast of warm air flowed out on to the sidewalk as they walked into a shadowy room with halos of soft light scattered throughout around many glass display cases. Ceiling spots shed light on human mannequins wearing all manner of erotic and exotic clothing. Aimee was glad for the shadows, hoping that she might hide in them as her eyes took in a multitude of vari-colored, different sized and purposed sex toys. She was amazed that in this unimposing building, on a public street, there were hundreds of products that she had never dreamed of, much less seen!

"Did you say that Don wanted you to bring me here?" she whispered.

"Those were his explicit instructions, luv."

Aimee watched as a woman dressed in a form fitting, shimmering gold lame gown approached with a tray containing two glasses of champagne. Handing a glass to each of the women she introduced herself as Georgiana, "Welcome! I'm so glad to see you this afternoon, are you here to browse or do you have an appointment?"

Meagan spoke, saying, "This is Aimee, and she has an appointment under the name of Donald Edwards."

"Right this way, please"

Georgiana threaded her way through the displays toward the side of the room. Aimee felt as though she should shield her eyes, but her curiosity overruled her as she took in the sight of hundreds of fake penises; some with wires attached, some mounted to displays and buzzing as she walked by. Some of them even had flashing lights and seemed to rotate. It took her breath away. There were cases filled with furry looking ropes and handcuffs. There was a wall display featuring revealing leather clothing and whips of all things! She caught a glimpse of what seemed to be tennis balls with cords attached to them and decorative-looking clamps, the purpose of which totally escaped Aimee's imagination. Thankfully, she and Meagan appeared to be the only people in the store at the time.

As they approached the side wall, Aimee saw two doors, one labeled Him and the other Her. Georgiana opened the "Her" door and ushered them into a softly lit room with a comfortable sofa and a small desk. She sat behind the desk and pointing to the couch she said, "Please make yourselves comfortable."

"Aimee, this is our private viewing and shopping experience here at N&N. Your privacy is absolutely guaranteed and I'm here to answer any questions or show you any of our products that you would like to examine. There is no pressure to purchase, we hope that you will, of course but we want you to have fun in the process."

Aimee looked at Meagan and wondered if she looked like a deer in the headlights as Meagan smiled and reached over to pat her hand.

Georgiana continued. "To start our time together I'm going to show you a video that lasts about twenty-six minutes." The curtain on the wall behind Georgiana began to open with a soft humming noise, revealing a screen on the wall.

The video will demonstrate many of our products and how they can be used. The models in this video are all of legal age and have been hired by N&N for our exclusive purposes. I'll leave the two of you alone and will be back in about 30 minutes. Please make yourselves comfortable and enjoy the show."

As Georgiana stood to leave, the lights in the room dimmed and the video screen came to life.

Aimee's hand was trembling as she reached to set her empty champagne glass on the table at the side of the couch. Her eyes grew wide as she watched women of various ages demonstrating the features and the use of a collection of sex toys ranging from vibrators, ben-wa balls, dildoes of different types, anal plugs and even two devices with faux penises attached. One attached to a saddle upon which the woman sat, impaling herself on the penis and varying the intensity of vibrations until she climaxed. The other pistoned a realistic looking penis in and out of her vagina from behind while she was on her hands and knees, until she achieved a climax.

In spite of herself, Aimee realized about halfway through the video that she was becoming aroused. Her breath had quickened and become shallow. She could feel her taught nipples poking through the lace of her new bra and her pants were feeling slightly damp. As the video showed two women, each with the end of a two headed dildo inserted into their bodies as they slid it back and forth between them she was also aware of the contact with and occasional twitch of Meagan's thigh against her own, feeling the warmth and firmness strangely ... exciting?

Aimee squeezed her legs together and watched wide eyed as the nude young woman on the screen position herself above the tip of the faux penis and then lower herself on to it, finally seating herself on the saddle like device. Her mouth dropped open as the model rocked back and forth, increasing the vibration until a few minutes later she threw her head back and arched her body as her face contorted in the rictus of pleasure and she convulsed with cries and groans through a long, drawn-out orgasm. It took Aimee by surprise when she felt a growing tingling in her own body, and she was tempted to move her fingers to press between her legs. If not for Meagan's presence she realized she may have yielded to that temptation.

As the video ended, there were a few moments during which a heavy stillness filled the room as they sat in the darkness. Meagan cleared her throat, turning toward Aimee, she said in a voice just above a whisper, "Aimee, I ..." and then the door swung open, the lights came up and Georgiana entered the room.

"Well, I hope that our video gave you a clear idea of the products we offer here. If you would like to personally examine any of them, you merely need to ask, and I'll have them brought here.

Aimee could not speak. Any words she may have wanted to say were just simply stuck in her throat. She was overwhelmed by the excess of erotic stimulation that had flooded her mind and body over the last 48 hours.

Georgiana perceived Aimee's dilemma and said, "I know, there are so many possibilities. Perhaps, to start, you might consider one of our luxury vibrators. May I have one brought for you for you to examine?

Aimee simply nodded.

Georgiana pressed a button under the desk and said, "Louise, please bring me items Lov232, Lov234, and Lov298." A few minutes later there was a soft knock at the door. Louise was a short, mousey looking woman and she set a number of boxes on the corner of the desk and then she left.

Georgiana spread the boxes out on the table in front of the couch. "This first," she said, is a combination set. She opened the box and pulled out a flesh-colored dildo, explained that it was USB rechargeable and had 12 different speeds and patterns of vibration. She handed it to Aimee who took it between two fingers and held it up, taking in the realistic feel and appearance, even the thick veins running the length of it. She was surprised by the smooth, supple, flesh like surface and as she gently pressed the button it began gently vibrating in her hand.

Georgiana continued, "This comes with a companion piece of soft silicone that is perfectly shaped to fit a woman's body, and in addition to vibrating, it can produce a gentle suction when placed over your clitoris at the same time." She handed it to Aimee.

This next, Georgiana continued, "is capable of providing vibratory sensations in your vagina a swell as your rectal passage. We call it 'the double mint', as in double your pleasure, double your fun.

Aimee was focused on the thought of suction on her clitoris and before Georgiana was able to continue to the third item; the double ended dildo, she managed to squeak out the words, "I'll take this one... the set." The flush of heat in her face made her sure that it was beet red and she dared not look up. Meagan reached her hand to Aimee's thigh and patted it gently with a "Hmmmm" of approval.

"Excellent choice!" said Georgiana.

Georgiana took Aimee's credit card and a few moments later returned with a small shopping bag with Aimee's purchase. As they left the store on a different route Aimee's eyes took in a display of inflatable life-size dolls that were anatomically correct. There were soft and pliable imitation heads with open lips, torsos of women with breasts and vaginal openings and even mounded buttock replicas with both anal and vaginal openings. Aimee's imagination ran wild as she thought about how those items would be used.

As they emerged again on to the street, Meagan looked at Aimee and said, "Love you look a little pale. Are you OK?"

"I can't believe I just spent 260.00 on this!" she said holding up the bag. "What am I going to do with it?"

"I'm sure you will come up with something," Meagan said. "If not, let me know and I'll see what I can do to help you. And you can let me know anytime you want to go back to the store, and I will gladly accompany you.", she said with a sly grin as she placed her hand upon Aimee's arm.

Aimee was shocked by Meagan's overtly suggestive remarks. 'Is she flirting with me?" she wondered. What shocked her even more was that she began to wonder what it would be like.