I stood in front of the lingerie store, my heart racing with anticipation. It was Valentine’s Day, and I wanted to surprise my boyfriend with something special. I am a confident and curvaceous woman in my early 40s, and embraced my full figure with pride. My blonde hair cascaded over my shoulders, framing my pretty face, and my green eyes sparkled with excitement. I had always loved my body, especially my huge, soft breasts and generous curves, a true BBW with a big heart and an even bigger appetite for life.
As I entered the shop, a delightful fragrance of perfume and fabric greeted me. The soft lighting and romantic ambiance made me feel at ease, despite my initial nerves. The store was almost empty, with only a few customers browsing the racks. I took a deep breath, my eyes scanning the exquisite lingerie, each piece more tantalizing than the last.
“Can I help you find something, ma’am?” a soft voice asked. I turned to see a saleswoman, Marie, a woman in her late 20s with a warm smile and a playful glint in her eyes. Her slim figure was accentuated by a form-fitting dress, and she exuded a sensual aura that instantly made me feel comfortable.
“Yes, I’m looking for something sexy for Valentine’s Day,” I replied, my voice a little breathless. “Something that will really wow my boyfriend.”
Marie’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Oh, I have just the thing! Follow me, please.” She led me to a secluded corner of the store, where a dressing room awaited. “Now, I want you to try this on,” she said, holding up a delicate black teddy. “It’s one of our most popular pieces, and I guarantee it will drive your man wild.”
I took the lingerie from her, running my fingers over the soft lace and sheer fabric. It was a stunning piece, with a plunging neckline that accentuated my cleavage and a high-cut design that showcased my curvy hips. But what really caught my attention was the crotchless feature, a daring slit that revealed my most intimate area.
“It’s beautiful,” I whispered, my cheeks flushing with desire.
Marie’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “It’s even better on, I assure you. Let me help you try it on, and we’ll see how it looks.”
I stepped into the dressing room, my heart pounding in my chest. As I slipped out of my clothes, I couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious. But Marie’s encouraging smile put me at ease. I stepped into the teddy, feeling the soft lace caress my skin, and I couldn’t deny the rush of excitement as the crotchless design left my pussy exposed.
Marie entered the dressing room, her eyes immediately drawn to my exposed body. “Oh my, you look absolutely stunning,” she breathed, her voice husky with appreciation. “The way that teddy hugs your curves… it’s simply breathtaking.”
I blushed, my nipples hardening under her intense gaze. “Thank you,” I managed to say, my voice trembling slightly. “I’ve never worn anything like this before.”
Marie stepped closer, her eyes fixed on my pussy, now glistening with arousal. “Many men love to see their women in lingerie like this,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “It’s an invitation, a promise of pleasure. And you, my dear, look absolutely irresistible.”
Her words sent a shiver down my spine. I felt my pussy throbbing, aching for attention. Marie’s fingers gently traced the slit in the teddy, parting my pussy lips, and I gasped at the sensation.
“You see, men love the idea of fucking a woman while she’s wearing something like this,” she continued, her fingers now stroking my clit, making me squirm with pleasure. “It’s a fantasy come true for them.”
I was lost in a haze of desire, my inhibitions melting away. “Oh, Marie,” I moaned, my voice pleading. “That feels incredible.”
Marie’s touch became more insistent, her fingers working my clit in slow circles, up and down, as if she were playing a delicate instrument. I leaned back against the dressing room mirror, my eyes closed, my body on fire.
“You’re so wet, Carol,” she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. “So responsive. I can tell you’re a woman who knows what she wants.”
Her words fueled my desire even further. I was on the brink of something incredible, and I wanted her to take me there. “Please, Marie,” I begged, my voice hoarse. “Don’t stop.”
Marie’s fingers quickened their pace, her thumb pressing against my clit as her fingers slid through my wetness. “That’s it, beautiful,” she encouraged. “Let go, let me bring you to the edge.”
My body trembled as the pleasure built, an intense pressure coiling deep within me. Marie’s fingers worked their magic, and I could feel my orgasm approaching like an oncoming storm.
“Oh God, I’m going to come,” I cried out, my voice echoing in the dressing room. Marie’s fingers didn’t let up, and with one final, relentless stroke, I climaxed. Waves of pleasure washed over me, my body shaking as I surrendered to the intense release.
I opened my eyes, my vision blurry, and saw Marie’s satisfied smile in the mirror. “That was incredible,” I whispered, my breath still ragged.
Marie laughed softly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. Now, imagine the look on your boyfriend’s face when he sees you in this. He’ll be putty in your hands.”
I smiled, feeling a sense of empowerment. “I can’t wait to see his reaction. Thank you, Marie, for making this Valentine’s Day extra special.”
As I stepped out of the dressing room, my body still buzzing with pleasure, I knew this lingerie would be the perfect addition to my romantic evening. Marie’s expert touch had not only given me an unforgettable orgasm but had also fueled my confidence and desire. I couldn’t wait to show off my new purchase and experience the thrill of exhibitionism, knowing that my boyfriend would be driven wild by the sight of me in this daring lingerie.