Hip Huggers (MF Fetish)

[psiberzerker]

I can't believe I let him in the changing rooms.  Not that there's any women in there, he came in a slow hour, and waited for the teenagers to leave.  I feel a little bad selling Daddy's Little Slut hip huggers to teenagers, or Property of Daddy, and the frilly ones that just say Yes Daddy?

Alien Outfitters are our best sellers, and it's not my place to judge who buys what.  I'm sure it's just daddy play, with their boyfriends, right?  Not their real fathers, but it's so sick, it bothers me.  I'm no prude, by any stretch of the imagination, but what sort of a message does that send, even stocking them in such small sizes?  

At least they don't bring their daddys in with them, and he waited for the girls to leave, he didn't even look at them creepy at all.  He just looked around, but now he's peeking around the cracked half door.

Then he came out, wearing his normal street clothes, avoiding eye contact.  Just dropped them on the counter, and turned around to pull his wallet out.



"Will that be all?"  

"Uh huh."  He got his card out, and I read his name off the bottom.  [Wright, Richard T]

"I can't believe they fit," but try not looking at his ass, and imagine him cramming them into the cotton/lycra blend.  Instead of the ones with Pervert in a frilly heart across the back, and in front?

"They're really tight!"

"OMG!  Mhnhin!"  I just held my mouth, and shook my head.  "Sorry, I'm sorry, I.  Just."  Can't, even.

He just took his card, and practically ran, but he's been in here before.  Imagine selling those to some girl, probably a fat-bat.  Just going by the size, and having no idea that a man had his junk squeezed into them, but he's not buying them for a woman.  His wife, or his girlfriend, he tried them on to see if they're fit, and he said, "They're really tight!"

Maybe, he does wear them for his wife, or his girlfriend.  Maybe she likes to sit back, and watch him prance around the bedroom, in his tight hip huggers.  Shaking his booty until they get tighter, and tighter from the swelling bulge up front.

Lucky lady.  Honestly, I never imagined having a boyfriend like that, who's into sexy underwear, and when I say he gets into him, I mean he really gets Into sexy underwear.  So tight, I can just imagine the seams stretching, and about to break.  Hit [Add to Cart.]  I can afford them with my discount, they're little more than wholesale, even though I don't wear XLs.  It's so hot it's making me hot, and switch over from the Inventory to the internet.

Pintrest, "NSFW," but I'm lucky to have a job where looking at porn isn't a big deal.  I've got a few hours to kill, until I get off, and by then I'll be nice and horny.  Looking at Pintrest.

 Pin it, and click on [Men in Lingerie]

"Ooh!"  Too bad, they just have models, it looks like.  Not middle age men, in Brat hip huggers, prancing around, with his junk stuffed in the front, and a big hard-on poking out the top.

I wonder if he's circumcised?

[psiberzerker]

I remembered to wish her a "Happy Anniversary, honey."  When she left to freshen up, while the waiter went to type in our order, I checked my messages.

[New Message from Stormy]

Stormy?  I don't know any stormy.


BLINK!  [I just wanted to let you know, we've got a special running until Valentines.]

[I know] I typed back,
[I got the E-coupon.]

Back to her page, apparently she went to Comicon, dressed as Catwoman.  Not the Halley Berry one, nor even Michelle Pfeiffer, but one of the ones from the comic books.  Like her Banner picture.

[What are you wearing?]

[Suit, tie.]

Loosening my collar a little.
[You don't dress like that for work.  So, what's the occasion?]

[I'm on a date.]

[Anyone serious?  RU wearing those underwear I sold you?]

[No, of course no. 
They're too tight to wear out.]

[So, boxers, or briefs?  Let me guess.  Commando?
I bet she just loves the way you look.
Prancing around in those hip huggers?
Rich?  Or, do you prefer Dick?]

[Got to go.]

Before my wife came back.  I just sat there, and looked over the menu.  Holding the Power button on my phone until it buzzed, and went dead.  Thankfully, my erection went down too, so I didn't have to worry about explaining it, or fidgeting at the table.  As if I never thought about cheating on my wife before, but she already accuses me of running around on her, and I'f I'm going to be in the doghouse half the time for my indiscretions anyway.  Cut off form sex, but tonight's the night to make it up to her.

"There you are, you look beautiful."

"Thanks."

The answer is, yes.  Of course her hips look big, in that dress.  Why I bought it for her, to show off her broad childbearing hips, and cover up her beautiful rump.  Tease me a little with the ruffles, and make me guess what she might have on underneath?

Boxers or briefs?  "What's so funny?"

"Hahuh!  I was just trying to picture in a pair of boxers."

"Hahuh?  What for?"

"I don't know, because they're easier to put on in the morning, after you get your undies nice, and stinky."

"Here's your drinks."  The hostess came back, "Irish coffee?"

"Oh, that's for me."

"Oh," she shook her head, "So you must be the beer, and who's the shot for?"

"That's for me too."  She drinks like a sailor, too.  She came by it honestly, learned how partying with her ship-mates in the navy.  A whole boat load of seamen...

"How long until the movie?"  She dropped the shot glass right in the mug, like a depth-charge.  I checked my watch. 

"We've got all night..."  I smiled, and just looked into her eyes, while she guzzled it down, looking through the bottom of the glass stein.  Make that a German sailor.  Her bright blue eyes, and dirty blonde hair, it got darker as she got older.  Judging from her family photos, just like our children are starting to lose their blonde...

But tonight is about us.  So, I concentrated on her, and what I have to do to make her happy...