In it was a beautiful array of lingerie from delicate, sweet lace, to silk, to pieces that were darker and more seductive. They were all exquisite, and all I could think about was how incredible Simon would look in each and every one of them.
My dick throbbed as my imagination ran wild. I pictured Simon spread out on my bed, wrapped in sweet, pink-and-white lace while he begged me to fuck him. Whimpering as I teased him, edging him for hours until I finally gave him what he needed.
Then the picture melted into one of Simon in sheer black panties, wet with precum, with a dark corset-style garter belt wrapped around his waist, straps stretching over his thighs, holding up silken stockings as I bent him over the bed, using him over and over until we were both spent.
I’d joked about buying cheap panties to rip off him, but I couldn’t deny I’d thought about spoiling him with beautiful lingerie as well. Simon had said good underwear was expensive, and since he’d bought his entire collection himself, I thought he deserved to feel spoilt. He was still so unsure, even when I told him how sexy he was. For once, I wanted him to feel the way I felt whenever I looked at him.
I swallowed hard, trying desperately to think unsexy thoughts as I stepped up to the door and pushed it open, hearing a little bell ringing somewhere.
I could already tell this was going to be expensive, but somehow, I couldn’t bring myself to care.
I didn’t make a point of hiding the glossy black bag the lovely sales assistant, Amanda, had packed my purchases in, until I reached the front door of the flat.
I wanted to surprise Simon, but I wasn’t quite sure how to.
Did I just produce the bag and say, “Surprise! I bought you lingerie.”?
Did I take it out of the bag and give it to him? Was I supposed to re-wrap it?
Did I leave it on his bed for him to find?
Shit, should I not have bought him anything at all? This wasn’t a relationship; it was just supposed to be sex. And I’d never bought any of my hook-ups or fuck buddies presents before.
Shit. It was a bit late to take it back now.
Should I just hide it and take it back tomorrow?
Fuck, I was so confused.
I’d been trying to bury my feelings for Simon for weeks now, but the harder I tried to push them away, the stronger they seemed to get. Telling myself this was just a stupid crush had made my brain determined to show me that it wasn’t, that I had real feelings this time. Regardless of whether I actually wanted them or not.
That was what had led to me stupidly purchasing luxury underwear for my fuck buddy. Stupid, fucking feelings. This was why I never let my heart get involved. It always got messy.
“Are you okay?” Simon’s voice from behind me nearly gave me a heart attack, and I spun on the spot as all the blood drained out of my face. “You’ve been staring at the front door for nearly five minutes. Everything okay?”
“Fine,” I said, cursing as my voice came out unconvincingly high. “Just thinking.”
Simon chuckled, sliding his arm past me to push his key into the lock. “Well, don’t think too hard. You might hurt yourself.”
He’d obviously just come back from the gym and even though he was tired and sweaty, he still looked amazing in a dark hoodie and jogging bottoms. His gym bag and his backpack were slung over his wide shoulders, and I wanted to reach out and run my fingers over his muscles.
Instead, I settled for subtly grabbing his ass as we went through the door, laughing as Simon yelped in surprise.
“What was that for?”
I shrugged. “You have a great ass. I missed it.”
Simon blushed at the compliment but for once didn’t argue with me. Maybe my constant praise was finally getting through to him.
“What’s in the bag?” he asked, turning to me and nodding at the bag I was still clutching like an idiot.
“Umm, it’s… it’s a surprise.” Dammit. Why couldn’t I have just said it was something for work?
“Oh? For who?”
“For, um, for you…” I was suddenly terrified I was going to scare Simon away when all I’d intended was to make him feel good about himself.
Well that, and to treat myself to seeing Simon in delicious, sexy panties.
Perhaps my motivation had been both selfish and altruistic. I could live with that. It made it slightly easier to deal with than if I’d been doing it purely to spoil Simon.
Fuck, that made me sound like such an asshole.
“R-really?” Simon’s face was the perfect picture of surprise. “Why?”
“Because I wanted to spoil you,” I said before giving him a smirk. “And because you’re going to look so good for me.”
Simon licked his lips. “Okay. Let me just go grab a shower and then you can show me.”
“Sure.” I was glad he’d suggested a shower because it would give me a moment to freak the fuck out. Also, I thought Amanda had put the receipt in the bag, and I didn’t want Simon to see just how much I’d spent on him.
These definitely weren’t Primark panties.
In my defence though, the lingerie the store sold was gorgeous and I knew Simon was going to look edible. It was a paper-thin excuse, but it was all I had. I was just going to ignore my non-existent willpower and the real reason I’d wanted to spoil Simon.
I opened the door to his room, placing the bag on the bed and quickly tucked the receipt into my pocket. I heard the shower running and knew I had a few minutes to kill, so I pulled out my phone in the hope that I
