Serendipity a story within the anthology from Hot Ink Press
When Lizzie goes Christmas shopping on the first day off work she has in a month, she looks for great gifts to give her sister and her mom. She visits the biggest department store in town with the best lingerie department. Lizzie is convinced she'll find something special there. She doesn't realize just how special.
Ryan is browsing in the same shop, anxious to cheer up his sick sister with a pretty gift. He's certain he'll find it in the lingerie department. Overwhelmed by the choices on offer, he looks around for someone to help him choose and notices Lizzie...
A story of serendipity, lust, and love. http://smarturl.it/NaughtyBedtime-HIP
A strange feeling waved over Lizzie, as if all her strength melted away when his fingers touched hers. It confused her. His question startled her. She’d expected him to turn on his heel and depart to the sales counters. Deep down she’d love to have his company. It was so tempting the words came out of her mouth before she’d thought them through. “I’m looking for a Christmas present for my mom.”
He dazzled her with his smile. “Sounds good, sorry, I’m being rude. I’m Ryan.” He held out his free hand.
She might collapse in a damp heap if she actually shook hands with him, but she held out her hand anyway, and waited for the onslaught of sensation. “I’m Lizzie.”
He took her hand in his, gripped it firmly, and gazed into her eyes. “Good to meet you, Lizzie.
She couldn’t even smile. Her hand in his strong, cool grip, blazed with jolts of sensation that burst up to her nipples, and brought them into peaks, begging for his fingertips. A huge throb ran through her pussy, and Lizzie pulled her hand away from his. It must be obvious I want him.
His gorgeous brown eyes filled with emotion as he gazed at her for a whole minute.
Captivated, she stared right back into his eyes. He’s so gorgeous. He likes me too…he does. Wow. The idea filtered through her daze of lust. Exhilaration brought her voice back and she remembered her shopping list.
“Good to meet you too, Ryan. I want something for my mom, black and sexy, but classic.” She led the way to the rows of black lingerie.
A sales assistant waylaid her. “Can I help you today, ma’am?”
Lizzie smiled her thanks. “I’m fine, thank you.”
The assistant turned her attention to Ryan. “Will I pop those items into a changing booth for your wife, sir?”
He answered the store saleswoman with a smile. “I’m still looking, but thanks.”
Lizzie turned away, a grin flickering on her face. Is he still looking for a wife or lingerie? He hadn’t denied she was his wife, and it brought a glow of pleasure. She chose an ankle-length, black satin nightdress for her mom and checked the size.
Ryan stood close. Silent now, he waited beside her.
Lizzie felt his gaze on her. She didn’t have to check to know he watched her. The space between them magnetic with mutual attraction, she felt drawn to him. She turned to Ryan and saw something in his eyes she’d never expected.
His expression was incredibly tender, as if he’d known her for a long time, as if he already cared for her.
She moved closer to him. Her body just did its own thing. Her breasts suddenly heavy as she pictured his mouth on them, delicious pulses in her pussy set her dreaming of his fingers pushing into her. She stopped herself from standing on tiptoe and kissing him, just as he spoke.
“Are you buying that for your mom?” He indicated the black nightdress she held.
Lizzie’s voice failed and she croaked. “Oh, yes.” She walked with him to the counter to pay. Sadness scurried into her mind. He’ll just go off and I’ll never see him again. We’re just two shoppers and the pretty lemon things will be for his girlfriend.
Ryan politely steered her ahead of him in the line to pay, and so, as he laid the lemon lingerie on the countertop to be gift wrapped, she wandered slowly away.
Lizzie trailed by the rails of black bra and panty sets. She picked one up in her size, so pretty and so sexy too. On a whim, she decided to try them on. The adjacent rail contained matching garter belts, but after a quick yearning glance, Lizzie left it hanging there. Garter belts are for girls who have a man in their life to unclip sheer stockings and slide them off. I’ll stick with hold-ups.
The lingerie was to soothe her disappointment at her single status, soothe the ache in her stomach left by those unbelievably strong reactions to a gorgeous stranger.
She walked swiftly to the fitting room. Usually an assistant hung around there handing out tags that signified how many items a customer carried, or bringing them a different size when something didn’t fit. Right now, there was no one in sight. Lizzie glanced around. She shrugged and went to the far cubicle in the row, next to the huge wall mirror. If she wanted a bigger view of herself, she could step out quickly and not be on display for other customers arriving to try things on.
Lizzie closed the pale-blue brocade curtain hanging on a rail across the cubicle entrance. She undressed to her underwear and took the lingerie from its hangers so that she could quickly try it on. A big sign with red letters proclaimed the need to try panties on over your own. Lizzie grinned, naturally. She unclipped her bra and hung it on the hooks provided. As she reached for the new bra to try it on, a male hand pushed back the curtain an inch or two, at about shoulder height. Lizzie whipped around to check what was happening and held the new bra to her breasts.
“Lizzie, it’s Ryan, don’t be afraid. I saw you come in here and I thought…I thought maybe you should try this too.”
Lizzie’s heart raced, she swallowed down the fear that arose when she’d first seen the male hand. Calmer, she discovered he held the matching garter belt.
“I don’t need it, thank you anyway, and this is the ladies fitting room.”
Ryan shook the garter belt at her. “It would suit you. Give it a try, just for me.”
Something strange happened to Lizzie at this request. Tears burned behind her eyes ready to slide down her cheeks and wreck her eye-makeup. She took the garter belt and dropped it onto the brocade-covered stool that occupied a corner of the fitting cubicle.
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