Just recently I decided to shop for lingerie. My lover was returning from a prolonged business trip, and I wanted to surprise him by greeting him at the door “decked out” in a garter belt and all that sort of thing. He does go on about my figure — so I thought this would be a most welcome gift.

My plan was to shop during my lunch hour. My anticipation built all morning; I just couldn’t get the image of my boyfriend’s surprised expression out of my mind. Lunchtime couldn’t come quickly enough, and I finally left for a rather Victorian place that specializes in classy, provocative lingerie.

The salesclerk was quite helpful and pulled out a variety of clothes for me to try on. She suggested a merry-widow — one of those corset like garments that push the breasts up, hug the waist and garter one’s long black stockings. I chose a black satin one with emerald lace trim and matching, tie-on G-string panties. Gathering up the lacy underthings, I hurried to the dressing room.

As soon as I got there, I stripped off my street clothes and underwear. I hadn’t realized until that moment how excited I had become. I practically shook as I slipped into the straps of the merry-widow. My breasts were lifted and pushed together, which gave them a full look. My nipples peeked over the tops of the cups as I hooked up the back.

Next I tied on the G-string panties; they barely covered my pussy. My hands were trembling by the time I smoothed the black seamed stockings past my knees and over my thighs. From what I saw in my mirror, I thought I looked really foxy in this outfit. I knew my boyfriend would find me irresistible. I guess I was a little skittish with excitement, because I inadvertently loosened the tie to my panties while attempting to fasten the garters to the back edge of one stocking. Needing three hands to correct the situation, I felt one breast fall out of the top of the merry-widow as I grabbed for the panties, and so I found myself bent over, fumbling to adjust things and not succeeding. “Hello?” I called out to the salesgirl. “Hello, can you come in and help me?”

There was a tentative knock at the door. “Come in,” I pleaded, and the door opened behind me. I continued negotiating the straps and trying to keep my panties up all at the same time. “Could you give me a hand?” I said to the salesclerk behind me.

There was a momentary hesitation, and then a deep male voice said, “I’ll be quite happy to give you a hand.” I glanced over my shoulder and discovered a deeply tanned, lean, dark-haired man smiling by the door. Apparently my salesgirl had not responded, and instead this male Adonis had taken her place!

“You’re blushing,” he said. “You’re blushing all over.” Actually, I was less embarrassed than flushed by his surprise presence. I could smell his masculinity, and in the smallness of the room, his clothes brushed the exposed parts of my body. I could feel his eyes surveying me. His gaze and intensity further excited me as the room filled with the odor of my sex.

“You seem to be having a little trouble,” he said. “The trick is to do just one thing at a time. Let’s start over.” And with that he reached around my waist with one arm, drew me close to him, untied the other side of my panties and deftly pulled them from between my legs. Then he deftly dipped one finger into my moistness. Even with my resistance, one finger soon became two. “I think you want help with more than just your clothes, hmm?” he crooned into my ear.

“I don’t know what to say,” I stammered. The gentleman flicked my ear with his tongue and whispered, “Do you want me to leave?” And with that he began to move his fingers ever so slightly, ever so firmly around my clitoris, down into the crevice of my cunt, and back again.

I said nothing. Instead, feeling unsteady on my feet, I leaned on one hand against the wall. In the mirror I could see the reflection of his hand between my legs, sliding in and out, stroking me. I could feel the erotic tension building as all willpower deserted me. I gasped when he paused in his stroking to inhale my scent on his fingers. He quickly focused on my clitoris and used my lubrication to flick his fingers over my little live-wire knob. As my orgasm peaked swiftly and powerfully, my pelvis rocked back and forth with mind-bending contractions.

While I caught my breath and was recovering from the climax, the gentleman stooped for my panties and pulled them up between my legs and tied them on. He slipped from the room before I could speak or ask his name. I never learned whether he was a salesclerk or a customer. My boyfriend loved the present and never guessed what erotic assistance I was given at the lingerie shop.