Teaching His Virgin

“Such as Ainsworth?”

I blush again, smiling sheepishly. “Yes,” I admit.

“Well, miss, then tell me…”

He pulls his attention away from the coat and begins to point out dresses, more corset and skirt combo’s like the one I saw earlier in the evening, and then a strange harness-like thing. It’s made of just belts, buckles, and straps.

Intricately carved metal pieces hang off it at various points as if it’s designed to attach to something. The woman wearing it has everything exposed in between the buckles and straps. Her breasts are out on display, along with her inner and outer thighs.

“What do you think of all those, then?” the tall man asks.

I start at the top of my list, the first one he pointed out. I tell him that while I like the buckle and stitch work, I want less revealed. I want more modesty in all of them, with a focus on making some of these designs wearable in real life, not just rebellious and shocking. I explain that I like how the belts and straps emphasize the curves and womanly features of the wearer, but that I’d like to see more class and more dignity added in.

“I would want to make women feel like they could wear these kinds of things, even if they weren’t going to a club like this.”

As I’m speaking, the gentleman nods. I can see him truly thinking about what I have to say, not just politely listening to me because I’m a woman, and he might have some interest in fucking me.

Some guys at the college tried that, and I’ve seen right through them. It’s why I am still a virgin and plan to be until I find the right man. I want a partner who actually cares to listen to what I think, someone who actually understands why my field of work is so important —before I take that leap.

“I would want women to be able to embrace this vibe of rebellion, sexual liberation, without necessarily feeling like they might be on someone’s menu.”

There is more nodding from the gentleman. Finally, I get to the strange harness. As I’m looking at that and giving my feedback, the only thing I can think is much more modesty. I would pull back how much skin is showing, especially the fact that I can see the woman’s pussy and ass as she turns around. It’s so exposed, I swear I can see the shine on her lower lips under the lights.

“It’s designed to be that provocative,” he says. “Aside from the fact that it was designed that way, what do you think about it? Would you wear something like that?”

I find his eyes again, feeling shocked and intrigued. I feel myself blushing and my own pussy twitching, but I tell both to calm down.

“I think it’s very sexy. I think it looks very good on her.”

I’m blushing so hard that I can’t speak for a moment.

“I would wear it. I would try something like that, I suppose.”

I duck my head down.

“But I just don’t know if it would look good on me. I’m not really that type, and it’s not just about the body. It’s about personality, and I’m quite shy. I am not like my friends. I barely even like to show cleavage, let alone all that.”

I look up at him, feeling my heart race.

“But yes, I would try it.”

The gentleman smiles and puts his hand on my shoulder again. As he does, I realize just how devastatingly handsome he is. His muscles seem to only add to his charm and mystique, his refined and noble quality, not take away from it. And I wouldn’t have thought someone with muscles could ever pull off a suit.

But he definitely can. And I definitely would… pull off his suit, if I got to see what else was underneath there.

Surprised and shocked by my thoughts, I tell myself to knock that off. That I’m here for information gathering, not for losing my virginity.

But he might be just the kind of guy I would lose it too. He seems as interested in fashion as much as I am. He seems to actually care what I think. He’s not just listening to patronize me.

“If you’d like that harness, I could get one for you to try on. And if you try it on and you like it, I could let you keep it.”

“Really?”

After that word’s out of my mouth, I quickly clamp down on any more excitement. I don’t want to seem too eager or too ready for free clothing.

He laughs good-naturedly. “Yes, really.”

“How can you arrange something like that?” I’m speaking through my hands covering my face, blushing even harder.

“I can do anything I want with clothes like that. I designed them, after all.”

I breathe in, shocked, and further embarrassed. But, before I can say a word, he just grins and says.