Betrayed Chapter 2

Her eyes glazed over as we pulled into the underground lot at Water Tower Place. She affirmed she had been there before, adored its atrium design, brass and marble ambience, glass elevators, and seven levels of snob-appeal department stores and specialty shops, but had never been able to afford much more than looking. I avowed we would do a whole lot more than that before the afternoon was over. My black Yves St. Laurent trenchcoat was stored safely away in the trunk; I wouldn't need it until we returned. I took my companion's arm in mine and steered her towards the elevator alcove.

Lingerie shopping came first. While Dianna alone might have drawn the interest of the sales staff, Dianna in the company of a man wearing a designer suit and tie drew them like flies to honey. My lover allowed the associates to steer us to the appropriate displays and locate her preferred styles, sizes and colors. She demurred on their offers of assistance in the dressing room, avowing her boyfriend was all the help she needed. Before I could utter a word, she scooped up garments in one hand, my wrist in the other, and headed for the changing room.

When she said I would be all the help she needed, it was no idle boast. I was fastening hooks and adjusting straps the entire time. Each time she tried on a different set, she admired it in the mirror and asked what I thought. What could I say? She made everything look good. I had originally anticipated finding something just for that evening, but she found matching three-piece sets – bra, panties, and garter belt - in Winter White, Navy, Emerald, Hot Pink, Lilac, Crimson, and Black. She liked them all so much and they looked so good on her, how could I make her choose just one?

Of course, my decision was heavily influenced by Dianna rubbing my crotch suggestively each time she asked my opinion. The sensation of her ministrations on my satin-and-lace-encased manhood was indescribable. My cock was so hard, and stayed that way.

"You know," she cooed, "you seem to like me in this corset so much, I just might have to wear it more often. That, and all those garter belts, means, I will also need..."