On Black Friday I went out with my friend London to hit the mall(s). I didn't want to spend much; I just wanted some lampshades and some new non-ratty clothes. What did I come home with? No lampshades, no new clothes, all the stores were crap. Well, no clothes that I can actually wear anywhere. I got..... some lingerie!
London is a mega fan of the stuff and has quite the collection. She likes to do a bit of dancing and stripping and tip-toeing around in the 5-inch heels. All the boys like it! She's been prodding at me to get some and test it out on Ninja.
I felt like such an old hag. I know that I always have wanted to get some pretty underthings, and I know that most men probably like things like that. But Ninja? Does he? I mean, I don't wear make-up. I don't dress up. We both are pretty low-key people. He criticizes a lot of feminine clothing, actually! So I was a bundle of big ol' nerves and never did anything beyond window shopping.
Maybe it was because I finally decided to go out on a limb, or maybe it was because I sacrificed the day of work and I would have been pissed if I didn't get something to show for it. Whatever the case, in the end I walked away with a bra-and-pantie set that is still too small for my big boobs (can't quite get it through my head that I'm at least a D cup), some other things, and a thing called a "teddy". Why it has such a name, I don't know.
That night, when Ninja came home from work, it was a scene reminiscent of the evening prior. I heard the train stop outside, I dashed to the window to see if he was coming out, and ran around the apartment panicking and wondering what I should do. Run to the bathroom and change?! No, no, I stood there...
Wait, what was the evening prior? Well, I took baby steps and was apparently subconsciously aware that I would need some practice before getting actual pretty underthings. I recently aquired an apron that's cute and kitchen-y, and most importantly is open in the back and makes my tits look nice from the front. I decided to cook a fine dinner and deliver his food to him wearing just that. That night, I hid by the door and poked my head out when he opened it, SURPRISE! Naked girlfriend!
He had the biggest look of shock, and I forget what he said. But he felt me up and his response was all positive! He even cracked up and thoroughly enjoyed the too-cliche "kiss the cook" photo I took of myself in the kitchen, in the outfit, with a spoon that I put on his desktop! Haha. His reaction probably fuelled my confidence in going ahead with the real deal. My dinner wasn't too bad, either...
Back to the present: so there I was, in my nice matching set which I hid with my robe. Ninja came in, and I was very upset to remember that he had about 15 minutes home before he had to leave for his other job. I said I had another present for him after giving him a nice greeting, and he asked to see it. Put off, I told him he'd have to wait 'til he got home at midnight.
The smart boy he is, had me sit on his lap while he checked his mail, and he felt up my legs and asked "what is thiiiiis?" and begged to see it. Give him something to look forward to, he said. Okay, okay, I'm no good at refusing, so I undid my robe and gave him a look. His eyes nearly fell out of his head, but then he noticed my nipple was peeking out...
After tragically giving him a hard-on before work, I promised to let him have more when he got home. I spent more time working on taking and editing some sexy photos than my homework, which I replaced the kitchen-pic with.
When he did return from work, he was dreadfully tired and I didn't push anything sexy. I just lazed around in my hotness, swimming in his lovely compliments. Whew! If I didn't have those, I don't know what I'd do.
He thought the pics I took were very professional, ahaha. I put 'em in black and white and upped the contrast a bit. It was lots of fun and I'm glad :D I will do it more often.
Today Architect Roommate is back home, so no more sexy surprises for Ninja. I haven't revealed to him everything I've gotten, and now I don't know when I'll get the chance to. Oh well, when it does, I'll be ready! And he'd better be, too!
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