Faint music can be heard coming from the studio as Luke and I stay out here with the light from the swimming pool reflecting on us. I can hear his soft breathing coming from behind me as he stops pushing and let's me sway to a stop.
I turn around t...
She needs new underwear. Holy fuck. I don't know if I am the luckiest or most tortured man in the world.
The sensible me knows I should wait outside the store. The curious, possessive side of me tells me to go in and buy her the whole fucking store.
We walk into the store. It's pink and the lighting is moody. The store is covered head to toe in posters of models in underwear but all I can think about is the girl dragging me along like a lost puppy.
I'm not even paying attention and next thing I know, she has her hands full of lace and is walking towards the changing rooms.
"You sit here" she says putting me in one of the chairs the boyfriends usually wait on when the girl trying on clothes. I wish I was her Boyfriend, lord knows I'm completely and Utterly hers.
Her small little body clad in a innocent white dress walks into the changing rooms. I sit there playing on my phone trying to distract myself from the fact that the little angel is naked only a few metres away from me.
"Luke?" Her small voice calls out to me
"Yeah?" I answer hesitantly
"Can you um- ah please help me clip it on?" She asks pensively
"You don't have to" she quickly follows up, thinking I wouldn't want to help her. Oh how wrong she is. The sensible part of me had left as soon as we entered this store. The wicked, sick part of me wants to go into that change room, push her against the wall and ravish her sweet body. I would worship and savour every last drop of her.
"No- um I would like to" I say not wanting to freak her out. I slightly open the curtain to reveal her pale skin clad in a white, heavenly set with small pink bows.
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My eyes scan her body, unable to peal them Away. She looks at me with worried look, as if I would not approve. God I approve. I approve so much I want to do dirty, terrible things to her small little body.
I walk into the change room and close the curtain behind me. My hands start to shake as I go up behind her to clip the bra onto her body, when all I want to do is rip it off. My rough fingers slightly graze against her soft skin as I do up the small clip.
Once it is clipped on I look at the mirror in front of us to link eyes with hers. Her green irises make contact with mine. I'm towering over her small body, me fully dressed and her just clad in a small little piece of lace.
My eyes skim over body. Her large breasts press against the small pieces of white lace fabric holding them in place. Oh how I wish my hands were her bra.
Her small little waist trails down to her small tummy and hips clad in more of that thin white lace.
"Beautiful" I whisper as my hands skim against the bare skin of her waist. Her faces slowly turns up to me, planting a small kiss on my lips. However a chaste kiss did not satisfy me, no not while she looks like this.
