it back. Same with the black and pink ones, too. When she came to Passion Red, she held it up and knew it was just the one she was looking for. It even had a cute little tuxedo bow in front.
After she picked out a matching th o ng, Lana used her employee discount and paid for the set at the cash register. She snipped off the price tags, grabbed her purse and headed into the dressing room.
Inside the dressing room, Lana pulled her shirt over her head and reached back and unhooked her cotton bra. Her breasts felt heavy without the support and her nipples were just begging to be pinched.
She kicked off her shoes, shimmied out of her jeans and slid off the cotton panties with the tiny purple and yellow flowers printed on them.
She reached up to cup her breast, but quickly stopped herself. Even though s he could easily knead her breasts until her nipples pebbled and slip a couple of fingers between her legs, it still wouldn’t be exactly what she wanted. Even if she did allow herself a tiny orgasm, it still wouldn’t satisfy her craving like a nice warm cock would. She wanted a man’s touch. A man’s hard body pushed into hers. Kissing, licking, gripping, probing.
It’d be way too easy to find that magical spot that made her toes curl and bring herself to climax right there in the dressing room. Alone. What fun was that when there was a perfectly suitable male specimen right across the mall?
Then again, it might be fun to get herself off w hile he sat there on his little stool behind his watch display. The entire time, h is eyes would be glued to the dressing room door, imagining what was going on inside. He would get hard just thinking about what she was doing. Hell, h e probably imagined she was touching herself right now anyway. He probably thought she was already running one hand over her breast s while the other one rubb ed her folds and dipp ed inside.
She ran her hand down her stomach and stopped right before the triangle of shaved hair. She rested her thumb on her belly button and squeezed her thighs together.
No, Lana decided. I t wouldn’t be any fun when there was a door separating them and he couldn’t actually see what she was doing. Especially not when she enjoyed the feel of his eyes on her skin so much.
She couldn’t possibly relieve herself in here while he was out there suffering just as much, if not more, than she was. They were in this together.
Lana snatched her hand away from her body, quickly put on the new bra set and studied herself in the mirror. The Crimson Red set looked incredible. The red contrasted beautifully against her skin and the lace was not only sexy, but downright sultry. It was the kind of lingerie that looked great on and even better in a heap on the floor.
She finished dressing and shoved the cotton bra and panties into her purse. Somehow she’d manage to finish out her work day on the brink. She’d close up the store aroused, sensitive to the new thong rubbing her in all the right places and the lacy bra scratching her sensitive nipples.
That watch salesman had better make his move by the end of the day.
The mall customers were starting to clear out, so Ethan tried to concentrate on his Car and Driver magazine. The article about the newest Ferrari model captured his interest, but not as much as the beauty in the lingerie store. Ethan found himself reading a paragraph and then glancing up to see what she was up to now. He looked up just in time to see her take a red bra and panties and slip into the dressing room.
Ethan closed the magazine and slapped it onto the counter. What the hell was she doing in there?
It wasn’t fair. He was stuck at the kiosk and she was in the dressing room doing God only knew what. He wanted to abandon his post and go over there, yank open the door and catch her red-handed. But he couldn’t. He had a job to do and besides, this was a tremendous exercise in self-control.
A few agonizing minutes later, she came out and looked across the mall directly at him. Her lips curved into a sultry smile and he knew she had a secret.
Ethan gripped the edge of his chair to keep from walking right over into her store and taking her right there on the counter. He shifted on his stool and reached up to massage the back of his neck.
This woman is going to be the death of him.
Lana shut the dressing room door behind her, looked out at the watch kiosk and smiled at the salesman. She put two fingers in her mouth, sucked them and watched his eyes bulge out of his head. She pulled her fingers out with a pop and winked at him. He jumped in his seat and she chuckled to herself. It was awfully fun keeping him on his toes.
Satisfied by his reaction, Lana sauntered back to the counter. She leaned over on her elbows, g ave Ethan one hell of a view of her cleavage and tapped her fingers on her chin.
Wonder what she could find to entertain him with next…
At just past eight o’clock, one hour until closing time, w hen she decided to undress the mannequin in the display window, Ethan thought he’d lose his mind.
The mall was practically deserted now and t here were only a handful of shoppers left wandering the concourse. L uckily none of them seemed to notice the sexy striptease happening in the lingerie store window.
No one but Ethan noticed how she slid off the mannequin’s bra and slowly ran her fingers over its chest and arms. It was amazing how a woman could look so incredibly sexy taking someone else’s clothes off. Hell, what would she look like stripping her own clothes off for him?
Next, s he cupped the mannequin’s breast and “pinched” its nipples. Ethan growled low in his throat.
She looked from side to side to make sure the coast was clear and then snaked her hand down between the mannequin’s legs and under its thong. She let her hand linger there and Ethan bit down on his tongue. The girl was practically making love to plastic and it was making him hard as a rock.
A family with two young children walked by and she proceeded to innocently remov e the thong from the mannequin. When the family was out of sight, she slowly dressed the mannequin in a new skimpy red bra and thong set.
Never had it been so sexy to watch a woman put clothing on.
W hen she was finished, the mannequin looked sexy, but it didn’t hold a candle to the flesh and blood woman standing next to it with the dangerous curves and pouty lips.
She smiled through the window at Ethan and spread her arms out as if to say ta-da!
Ethan smiled back and gave her a silent golf clap.
In return, she bowed and curtsied and he laughed in spite of himself. When she walked by the mannequin, she reached out, pulled at the elastic waist o f the thong and let it snap back into place. Ethan jumped in his seat and his hard-on raged to the point where he didn’t know how much longer he could take before he burst.
Chapter Five
At nine o’clock, Ethan closed up shop and secured the security cover over the kiosk for the night. Across the way, the woman was struggling to pull down the security gate to the lingerie s tore.
For a minute, or longer (he wasn’t exactly sure because he was temporarily mesmerized) he watched her struggle, straining on her tippy toes, reaching up for the gate. She grabbed it, started to pull down and it stuck. She let out a huff, blowing her bangs from her eyes.
Ethan couldn’t help but notice h er tee shirt had inched up, revealing the waistband of her jeans. They sat so low on her hips that he thought he might catch a glimpse of her underwear.
What color would it be? Would she be wearing something lacy and skimpy or something soft and cottony? Did it even matter?
Then she reached up again and her shirt inched even higher, revealing a tantalizing strip of skin. He licked his lips and wondered what her skin tasted li ke. After the day he’d had, he wouldn’t mind licking her all over starting right between her…
Ethan sucked in a few calming breaths and walked over to help her, h is erection strain ing against his zipper.
“Need some help?” he asked her backside.
