In the heart of the city, there was a small, upscale lingerie shop. The shop was known for its exquisite selection of lingerie and the irresistible allure it had for men and women alike. The owner, a middle-aged woman named Isabella, was a former fashion model who had a keen eye for beauty and style. She took great care in selecting each piece of lingerie that went into her shop, making sure that they were not only beautiful but also comfortable and of the highest quality.
One sunny afternoon, a man named Richard walked into the shop. Richard was a successful businessman in his late 30s, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He was tall and athletic, with a confident air about him. He had heard about the shop from a colleague and decided to stop by to buy a gift for his wife.
As he walked into the shop, he was immediately struck by the sensual atmosphere. The walls were lined with lacy lingerie in every color and style, and the soft music playing in the background added to the overall allure. Richard couldn’t help but feel a stirring in his loins as he perused the racks.
Isabella, who was standing behind the counter, noticed Richard’s interest and approached him. “Can I help you find something?” she asked, her voice low and sultry.
Richard hesitated for a moment, then said, “I’m looking for something special for my wife. She has a…certain taste for lingerie.”
Isabella smiled knowingly. “I have just the thing,” she said, leading Richard to a rack of lingerie that was set aside from the rest. “These are our most exclusive pieces. They are hand-made and one-of-a-kind.”
Richard’s eyes widened as he looked at the lingerie. It was even more beautiful than he had imagined. He could picture his wife wearing it, her cleavage spilling out of the top, her body on display for him. He felt his cock harden at the thought.
“I’ll take this one,” he said, pointing to a black lace bra and panty set.
Isabella smiled. “Excellent choice,” she said, ringing up the sale.
As Richard was about to leave, Isabella said, “Wait, I have something else for you.” She reached under the counter and pulled out a small box. “This is for you,” she said, handing him the box.
Richard opened the box and found a pair of black lace panties. “What’s this for?” he asked, confused.
“Consider it a gift from me,” Isabella said, her eyes sparkling. “Wear them and think of me.”
Richard was taken aback. He had never been propositioned like this before, but something about Isabella’s confidence and sensuality made him want to give in. He took the panties and left the shop, his mind racing with thoughts of what might happen next.
Later that night, Richard found himself alone in his office. He couldn’t stop thinking about Isabella and the lingerie shop. He was still wearing the panties she had given him, and the thought of her made him hard. He decided to take a chance and called her.
“I’m wearing the panties,” he said, his voice low and husky.
Isabella’s voice came through the line, sultry and seductive. “I know,” she said. “I can tell. Are you thinking of me?”
Richard’s heart raced. “Yes,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Good,” Isabella said. “I’m thinking of you too. I’m wearing a black lace bra and panty set. It’s the one you bought for your wife. I want you to imagine me wearing it. Imagine me touching myself, thinking of you.”
Richard’s hand went to his cock as he listened to Isabella’s words. He couldn’t believe what was happening.
“I’m going to touch myself now,” Isabella said. “I want you to do the same. Imagine it’s my hand on your cock, not your own.”
Richard did as he was told, his hand moving up and down on his cock as he imagined it was Isabella’s hand. He could hear her moaning through the phone, and it drove him wild.
“I’m going to cum,” Richard said, his voice strained.
“Do it,” Isabella said. “Cum for me. I want to hear you.”
Richard came hard, his moans filling the room. He could hear Isabella’s moans through the phone, and it made him feel connected to her in a way he had never felt before.
They stayed on the phone for a while longer, talking and touching themselves. Richard knew that this was the start of something new and exciting. He couldn’t wait to see where it would take him.
As they hung up the phone, Isabella said, “Until next time, Richard.”
Richard smiled. “Until next time,” he said. He knew that there would definitely be a next time.
