Change of Luck Part 1 - Sex Stories

Change of Luck Part 1

... leaned into me as we walked though the mall to the first department store. It felt good to hold her that way, even though I probably shouldn't have allowed it. She scowled a bit as I selected several pairs of pants and some shirts. But then she smiled. "Are you sure those pants will fit right?" she asked. "They should, because they are the same as what I lost. I will go try them on to be sure." "Good idea," she said, with what I would almost have thought was a naughty smile. I found a dressing room and put the first pair on. The door popped open and Sarah stuck her head in. "Let me see," she said. I turned a bit and she said, "I guess for basic pants, they are okay. You should get some fancy ones." I laughed, "You want me to wear hot duds for the guys at work?" "No, I want you to look hot for the women at work," she said with a seductive look. She suddenly thrust a pair of pants in, and added, "Here, try these on." I took the pants and held them up. "They won't fit me. The size is right, but straight cut pants like these don't fit me in the butt and crotch." "Show me," she said with a smile. "Fine," I said with an exasperated sigh. I waved her out so the door would close. She shook her head with what was definitely a naughty smile. I laughed and shook my head, but went ahead and removed the first pair of pants. "Oh, I like a man who wears boxers," she purred. I shook my head again, and pulled the next pair on. As I had predicted, they were too tight in the crotch and butt. I ...

... am sure they would have been just fine, as long as I didn't plan on walking, sitting or bending while wearing them. Her face turned very serious as she stepped into the room and reached to caress my crotch and butt. She ran her hands over both, then looked up to me. "Those look really nice, but I bet you can't move in them." Her hands ran up under my shirt. "Are you going to try on shirts, too," she asked. Her eyes were so full and soft and close. Her lips were equally full and soft and close. Her hands were soft and very warm where they rested on my ribs. I wondered how much trouble we would have gotten into if I ran my hands up her shirt and kissed her. I struggled to clear my head of naughty thoughts. "Sarah, regular shirts fit me just fine. We don't need to get in trouble here. Please, let’s get these things and go." She looked me up and down, and then smiled. "Your wife is a lucky woman, that you are so devoted to her." She retreated from the room and I changed back into my clothes. I couldn't tell her that it was not devotion to my wife, but fear of getting busted that had made me ask her to stop. My wife had not entered my thoughts until Sarah had mentioned her. Thinking of my wife, I realized that she would have teased me for not taking full advantage of everything Sarah appeared to be offering. We finished up shopping quickly after that. Sarah reminded me to grab underwear and socks at the department store. I also picked out a new suitcase. We stopped at a sporting ...