I take a cream, silk nightdress with thin spaghetti straps, and a floor-length matching gown. I also pick up a pale pink, short nightdress with lace around the plunging neckline. It has a split up one leg.
I hold it out, and I get a vision of Eliza wearing it. My dick throbs. Yes, that’s a definite. I throw it over my arm.
I continue looking. I pick up a white, silk corset that laces up with ribbon, and matching panties.
Fuck, she’ll look hot in this.
I can hardly wait to put it on her so I can take it off. Actually, I’m leaving this one on.
I’ll fuck her in it. I smile to myself as I imagine her laid out on the kitchen table, ready for me to eat.
God, I need to snap out of this. I am like a horny teenager. I can’t get enough. No amount of fucking can take away my hunger. The more we do it, the more I want it. I am totally addicted to Eliza’s lush body. She’s got me well and truly by the balls. I’ve never been like this before. I’m constantly walking around with a semi. Who knew my dick could be so hungry?
I put the things on the counter, and the sales assistant starts to go through them, one by one.
“Will that be all, sir?”
I glance around. “Have you got any of those…?” I click my fingers as I search for the word. “It’s like a lace thing that goes to stockings?”
“Suspender belt?”
“Yes.” I smirk, feeling stupid. “That’s it, I’ll take the matching one for the corset and the stockings, too, please.”
“Yes, sir.” She smiles as she begins to wrap them. “There’s nothing sexier than a man buying for his woman.”
I smile and drop my head. You haven’t seen her.
There is nothing on this Earth that could eclipse Eliza, least of all lingerie.
* * *
I walk into the bar just after 4:00 p.m., and I see Alex waving from the back corner. He stands and pulls me in for a hug when I get to him. “Hey.” He laughs, and we shake hands.
We fall into the seats, and a beer is already waiting for me on the table.
“You look great, man.” He smiles. “All tanned and shit.”
“Thanks.” I take a sip of my beer. It’s icy cold and crisp. “It was a great vacation.”
“Yeah, you recommend Majorca?”
“God, yeah.”
He smirks as he watches me.
“What?”
“So…?”
“So, what?” I ask, knowing exactly what he means.
“Eliza?” He widens his eyes. “How is she?”
I shake my head, excited to be able to express myself to someone. I can be open with my brother. He knows the real me.
“Alex… fucking hell, she’s incredible.”
He laughs and holds his hand up to high five me. “I knew it. I knew it all along. And?”