Chapter 1 - Willow
Alice and I stomp snow off our feet before entering the lingerie store.
It’s not even December, so why the heck is it snowing?
I hate the cold, and my apartment’s windows aren’t exactly airtight, so I’m not looking forward to a long winter.
But that’s not something I need to worry about right now.
Today, I’m out with Alice to buy some lingerie that will make Mike think twice about touching another woman on that cruise.
As we enter, the salesperson greets us with a sunny smile. “Welcome! Let me know if there’s anything I can help you find.”
I beam back, feeling pumped and confident. “Thanks, we will.”
Even though I’m feeling good about this, it’s a new experience for me.
I’ve never dated a guy who made me actually WANT to shop for lingerie.
Oliver-the-Limp-Dick didn’t appreciate it.
He said it was a waste of time because he just had to take it off to get to the prize.
Back then, I thought it was endearing, but now. ..fuck him.
Alice and I dive into the nearest rack. I hold up a gorgeous white lace babydoll chemise in front of me and quirk an eyebrow at Alice.
She laughs and shakes her head. “Is that really the look you’re going for? You don’t want to scare him shitless and make him think you’re headed down the aisle.”
“But I look fantastic in white,” I grumble as I put the lacy number back and turn my attention to a nearby section of black lingerie. “Wow, these are pretty.” I grab a lace chemise and look at Alice for approval.
Alice’s arms are overflowing with a rainbow of silky lingerie and I stare at her until she feels me watching her and glances up.
“What?” she asks defensively.
I shake my head. “How long are you planning on being in the dressing room? I thought this was a quick trip?”
“Oh.” She gives me a knowing smile. “We’re not trying any of this on. Pick out as much as you want. My treat.”
Holy shit. “Seriously? Did you win the lottery or something?”
What the hell is going on with Alice?
Alice rolls her eyes. “Of course, I’m serious! I’ve got myself a sugar daddy now, you know. He gave me his credit card.”
Uh...fine, whatever. “Sounds good to me.”
I start picking out whatever I want that’s in my size and looks alluring. I hope she doesn’t get in trouble when Mr. Moneybags sees the charge on his credit card. Hopefully, he’ll be too busy enjoying the result to care.
By the time we make it to the cashier, we’re overloaded with lingerie and the cashier peers down at the pile and then looks at us. I elbow Alice and she giggles as another worker comes over to help ring us up. When Alice hands over a credit card, I notice it’s her name on the card.
“Hey! You said this was the old geezer’s money.”
I’m mentally debating what to take back while Alice laughs. “It is. He got a card for me.”
My mouth drops open, and she wiggles her eyebrows at me. “Don’t worry. I plan to pay him back.”
She leans close to me and whispers, “With interest.”
Oh God, she’s hilarious, but she looks deliriously happy.
Once everything is paid for, we head out with the bags, and I can’t resist teasing her. “So, you’ve been holding out on me. You never said how your Thanksgiving went with Mr. Moneybags. And here I thought you weren’t that interested in him.”
I watch her expression closely and see her eyes light up and her lips stretch into a slow grin. “It’s going...well. I don’t want to talk about it yet and jinx it.”
I playfully knock into her. “Fine. Keep your secrets for now, but you’ll spill sooner or later.”
“Deal.” Alice holds out her fist, so I bump hers.
Alice drops me off at my apartment, and I hurry in from the cold with my new treasures. I won’t rip the tags off all of them yet, in case she calls me later and says we have to return them. I still don’t trust that her sugar daddy wants her to buy me lingerie.
I shiver as I enter my apartment, and hurry over to the tiny area I call my living room. Dumping my purchases onto my sofa, I switch on the space heater. I need to take the chill off the room if I plan on taking photos.
While the room warms, I step back and eye my purchases.
There’s so much sexiness in front of me, and it looks like an explosion at a lingerie factory.
I do some rearranging, placing everything on the couch, neatly folded by color then type: black silk panties, white chemises, red corsets and so on until the pile is organized to my satisfaction.
It’s still too chilly to strip, so I take a hot shower.
I lather up and my mind drifts to Mike. Our text messages of ‘sweet dreams’ have turned into a routine, and my stomach flutters with happiness as I think about him.
Since he leaves for his vacation tomorrow, should I send him a naughty photo tonight or wait?
Hmm... maybe wait. I don’t want him so horny that when he walks onto the ship he starts eyeing the single women.
I take a long shower, making sure to be careful while I shave.
By the time I’m finished, the room is heated enough for me to model my lingerie.
I pull out the first set I want to try on: a baby blue sheer chemise and a matching garter belt with attached thigh-high stockings.
Perfect. Sensual but classy. Well, kind of classy.
There’s a hint of innocence to it that will hopefully make him remember he took my virginity. ..and that I’m an obedient fucktoy.
Propping my phone up on my nightstand, I angle it so it’s the perfect level to take photos of me on the bed. Before I start, I dig out a length of red yarn from my craft supplies and tie it around my wrist. It’s not authentic, but it will get the point across.
I turn on music, and while some rock band sings their hearts out, I snap various poses while smiling, flirting and blowing kisses at the camera.
I think about how Mike is going to love these.
The longer it goes on, the more I get into it.
I sprawl out on the bed, making a variety of expressions ranging from ecstasy to pure adoration.
I change outfits several times, each time choosing a sluttier one.
This is fun, and I’m feeling sexy and powerful.
I’m trying to create naughty pictures for Mike, but I’m also turning myself on imagining how he’ll react when I send them. He better darn well appreciate these.
Wait, what if I get him turned on and he runs out and fucks some woman while on vacation because he’s got nothing better to do?
No. No way, I refuse to let that happen.
He’s going to get so many pictures and so many flirty messages, his head will be spinning and he won’t have time to think of anyone else. I need to stay focused on the plan.
After an hour of taking photos, I’m vibrating with need and I wish I could fuck Mike right now. This has all been to turn him on, but I’ve succeeded in driving myself crazy in the process. I could try to take care of my problem myself, but I just want Mike.
Heck, what I should have done was drag Alice to a sex toy shop and see if Daddy-Lotta-Bucks would pay for an expensive toy—some big, thick dildo that reminds me of Mike. My body hums and I feel flushed. Yep, I’m making things worse.
I bundle up in a robe, and as I’m reviewing the photos, I giggle when I see that my nipples are standing at attention.
I was turned on, but it was also because my damn apartment is way too cold.
Ugh, I’ve got to find somewhere else to live by next winter.
I swear I could see my breath this morning.
That’s not right—and it’s only the beginning of the cold season.
I make some tea and snuggle into bed to do some light editing of the photos. I’m fucking hot in most of the shots. Sending them is going to be fun, but I’m still going to make him wait. He doesn’t get one tonight.
The tea makes me sleepy, and I text Mike before I zonk out.
Willow:
Good night, Sir. I’ve got a sexy surprise for you soon. Have a safe trip!
I’m too tired to wait for his reply and I know I’ll see it in the morning. I flip off the light and grab my stuffed bear to cuddle, pretending it’s Mike as I fall asleep.