A kind-looking older lady approaches us and offers her assistance. I politely decline and make my way towards the rack of dresses. Nate chooses to sit on a plush, cream-colored couch while I browse the selection of dresses. I take my time examining each one, feeling the texture of
the fabrics and admiring the intricate details. Meanwhile, Nate observes me from his comfortable spot on the couch.
I carefully select two dresses from the rack—a stunning, dark navy blue and a classic black number—and eagerly head to the changing rooms to try them on. As I slide into the navy dress, it feels like it was made just for me, hugging my waist in all the right places. However, something doesn't quite feel right around my shoulders, so I call Nate to help me with the zip on the back of the dress.
His warm breath touches my neck as he enters the changing room, sending shivers down my spine. I turn to look at him in the mirror. He stands behind me, his eyes filled with admiration, and carefully zips up the back of the dress.
I step out of the changing room and take a moment to look at myself in the larger mirror. The dress I'm wearing doesn't fit me quite right on the shoulders and I can't help but feel self-conscious. Nate exits the changing room and takes a seat on the nearby seat, letting out a sigh. I enter back into the changing room, wanting to try on the black dress and hoping it will look better than the previous one.
I slip into the elegant, black dress and feel the soft fabric gently glide over my skin. It fits me like a glove, accentuating all the right curves and making me feel beautiful. I take a deep breath and step in front of the mirror, admiring how the dress flatters my figure. Suddenly, I realize that the back of the dress is gaping open and I can't reach the zipper. I poke my head out of the curtain and whisper, “Nate, please, can you help me again?”
Nate walks into the changing room again and his eyes immediately fall on me. He stops in his tracks, taking in my appearance from head to toe, and releases a soft gasp. “Wow,” he breathes, “Baby, that dress is absolutely beautiful on you.” His gaze lingers on me for a moment before he takes a step closer, admiring how the fabric hugs my curves and how the color compliments my skin. I feel a rush of warmth spread through me as I bask in his attention and I can't help but smile at the compliment.
I stand in front of the full-length mirror and feel his presence behind me. I look at him in the mirror and he gazes intently at me. “I believe this is the dress.” I smile, patting the fabric to smooth any wrinkles.
He speaks smugly, “Cain will most certainly be tearing this off you tonight.”
I can't help but express my concern. “He better not. It's too beautiful and pricey,” I remark.
Nate seems undeterred by the price tag as he examines the garment closer. “I'll buy it for you, baby,” he offers with a smile, hoping to impress me with his generosity.
But I shake my head, not wanting to accept such an extravagant gift from him. “No. I'm not letting you buy it,” I reply firmly.
“Fine, if you won't let me buy it, at least let me fuck you while you’re wearing it,” Nate whispers in my ear with a mischievous grin, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror.
I can't help but smile at his playful banter.
He lifts the dress past my hips and begins to apply pressure on my ass with his touch.
I struggle to speak, my breaths coming in quick gasps. “We...we…” I stutter, my voice barely above a whisper. “Can't,” I finally manage to choke out, feeling a lump form in my throat.
I gaze at his reflection in the mirror. I see him reaching into his jeans and boxers and he firmly grasps his cock.
As he slides his jeans down past his ass, I can't help but notice the sheer size of his cock as it swings out. The sight takes my breath away, and I let out an involuntary gasp.
“Bend over,” he demands quietly.
As I prepare to bend over, the older lady suddenly interrupts us from outside the curtain, asking if everything is ok. Nate reacts quickly, pulling his jeans up past his ass and rolling his eyes in irritation.
“Yes. I’m just changing,” I say, rushing to take the dress off.
Together, we step out of the changing room and walk toward the register where the older lady greets us with a warm smile. As she scans the dress, she informs us of the price, which is sixty-five dollars.
When I reach for my purse, Nate beats me to it. He pulls out his wallet and says, “I'll pay for this.” I can’t help but roll my eyes at his chivalry. The lady begins to bag the dress for me and I give Nate a playful glare.
Suddenly, Nate leans in and whispers in my ear, “Well, I didn't get to fuck you in it.” I can’t help but laugh as I punch his arm in jest.
We leave the store with the bag in hand, excited to show Cain the dress we bought for the party tonight. Hand in hand, we walk along the busy street when we suddenly stop in front of an adult store. Nate raises his eyebrows in curiosity and turns to me with a sly grin. “Shall we go in?” he asks. I can't help but giggle at his mischievousness as he pulls me into the store. The bright, neon lights and various items on display catch my attention and I can't help but feel a bit embarrassed as we wander around the store.
The display of lubes catch my attention and my eyes widen; I can't help but feel curious about the different flavors. I begin to read off the names of each flavor. “They have passion fruit, strawberry, and watermelon,” I say, my voice filled with excitement.
Nate's voice drips with arrogance as he asks, “Don't you enjoy the taste of us, baby?”
“I do,” I reply, setting down the passion fruit lube. “I was actually thinking it might interest you three.”
Nate's firm grip on my waist sends shivers down my spine as he pulls me closer. His warm breath caresses my ear as he whispers, “Trust me, we love the taste of your pussy.” His deep voice resonates through my body, making me weak in the knees.
I ask Nate to wait near the door so that I can grab a few things and surprise the three of them. Initially, he seems unsure, but eventually agrees and walks towards the door. I start scanning the store, taking a closer look at the lingerie scattered around, trying to decide which one would be the perfect gift for them.
As I scan the options, I am drawn to a striking, black, crotchless bodysuit adorned with intricate lace patterns that add a touch of elegance to the overall design. The lacy details are finely crafted and add allure to the garment's overall look.
My gaze also lands on a white bra and panty set that looks divine. The delicate lace and intricate embroidery on the fabric make it seem almost angelic, as if it were crafted by heavenly beings themselves. I can't help but imagine how stunning it would look. I grab the matching suspender belt and fishnet stockings.
After grabbing a few essential items, I proceeded to the counter to pay for them. Walking back towards Nate with the items in hand, he asks, “Got everything?” I can’t help but smirk in response. We return to the truck and drive home, enjoying the scenic view.
I stand in front of the mirror after I have done my makeup perfectly. My dress hugs my curves in all the right places, making me feel confident and sexy. I run my fingers through my hair and style it up with two strands left loose to frame my face. The final touches complete my look and I feel ready to take on the charity benefit.
I leave my bedroom clutching my high heels and enter the kitchen. Nate and Mike are engrossed in a game at the table. Suddenly, they stand up and their gaze falls upon me. I can sense their admiration as they stare at me, taking in my appearance. However, I am quick to remind them of their manners. “It's rude to stare,” I politely state. Still stunned by my presence, Mike manages to stutter out a compliment. “You...you look amazing, Tessie,” he says, eyes scanning me from head to toe.
I express my gratitude by saying, “Thank you.” I feel a warm sensation on my cheeks and realize I am blushing. I inquire, “Where is Cain?” Suddenly, a deep voice responds from behind me, “Right behind you, princess.” I turn around and my eyes see Cain dressed in a crisp, white shirt with a few buttons undone, paired with black trousers. His beard is trimmed up a bit, giving him a cleaner and more polished look. As he stands before me, he buttons up one of his cuffs.
I help him button his other cuff and greet him with a warm “Hello, handsome.” His presence is impressive and his attire is impeccable. He looks at me seductively and compliments me, saying, “You look beautiful.” Our eyes meet briefly and a smirk appears on his face. Suddenly, Nate's voice interrupts our moment, commenting, “Don't you two look like the perfect couple?”
Nate gracefully takes the high heels from my hand and lowers himself to his knees before me. Cain stands beside me, reassuringly holding my hand as I slip into the elegant shoes. With gentle precision, Nate secures the strap of each heel, ensuring a comfortable fit. As he finishes, he looks up at me with a smile and kisses my leg.
I find myself standing face-to-face with three of them. I gaze up at them, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. Mike leans in and tenderly kisses my lips, sending shivers down my spine. Then, Nate steps forward and locks lips with me, his touch igniting a spark within me.
