Neighbours - Chapter 53 - Sex Stories

Neighbours - Chapter 53

... another guy that you want to blow him.”

“Yes, Sir.” I blushed.

“But what if I told you that I liked you in panties like that, or in a bra, or with your lips painted a nice, slutty colour?”

I paused, trying to think.

“Well, I am wearing panties and stockings under these pants, Sir. And I suppose I could find some lipstick if you wanted.”

“I’m sure you could,” he said, and then jerked the wheel of his car, pulling into a parking lot. We were at a shopping mall, and a rather large one.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded $100 bill. He offered it to me.

“Sir?” I asked, confused.

“There is a Victoria’s Secret inside. Go buy yourself a pretty bra to wear. Find a beauty store and buy the sluttiest red lipstick you can find. If you really want to suck my cock, you’ll be back here, with the bra on under your shirt and your lips painted for me, as quick as you can.”

He pulled up against the curb near an entrance.

“Really, Sir?”

“I’m not kidding. Don’t take too long. I’m going to wait right here and if security comes by, I just might leave you here.”

“Yes, Sir, I understand.”

“Good. Off you go.”

I left the car with the cash tight in my fist. I reached the door, looked back to see him watching me, then rushed inside.

The lingerie store was easy enough to find, though finding a bra that was pretty in my size took some digging. Finally I found a plus-sized collection, selected one that looked pretty enough and sort of matched my ...

... panties. I rushed to the desk with it in hand. I laid it on the desk in front of the pretty young salesgirl and tried to look casual.

She rang it up and let me know the price, and I pushed the cash towards her. She looked at the bra closely while tucking it into a bag, and then she smiled at me knowingly.

“You don’t need a gift receipt, do you?”

“No, thank you,” I answered, my cheeks warming.

“I’m sure it will look very good on you. Have fun!” she said, her smile only widening.

“Yes, uhm, thank you,” I stammered, and rushed out of the store.

Buying the lipstick was easier, as the clerk in the tiny little beauty shop seemed entirely disinterested in everything. She rang up the deep red lipstick and glossy topcoat without ever once lifting her eyes to meet mine.

Now I just need to get dressed. I found the washrooms and went into a stall. As quickly as I could, I got my shirt off and pulled the bra out of its packaging. The fit was quite good, even though I had nothing to fill the cups with. I put my shirt back on over it, pulling at it so that the bra wasn’t too visible or obvious beneath it.

There was no hiding the lipstick. I had to just accept that. I left the stall and stood in front of the mirror. As fast as I could, while the washroom was empty, I painted my lips, pursing them together to blot them. I added the gloss coat and took a look at myself. My lips were bright, full and wet looking.

I left the washroom, head down, and just rushed back to ...