12 — You look amazing
I opened my heavy eyes, taking a few moments to get my brain to work. I blinked a few times, noticing that I was in my empty room — and the bed was equally empty. Even though the memories of my moment with Julian were still fresh in my mind, and I could still smell his cologne impregnated into my skin, Julian was not beside me. And if it weren't for the traces he left on me, I would say that it was all a dream. An extremely sexy dream.
Hah… I really did… I had an orgasm with Julian underneath me. It wasn't exactly sex, but it was more than anything I've ever done. I touched him too… and I never imagined there could be something… so big. Although I have never touched Eric's, I have a brief sense of it… and it doesn't come close to being that big.
Besides, it was intimate and really exciting, unlike doing it alone. Maybe it was even better because of Julian's appearance and touch, which seemed to bring electricity to my body… And the way he got rough… Argh!
Once again, Julian lodges himself in my thoughts. I can barely recognize myself. So, to clear my head, I plucked up the courage to get up and get ready for this long-awaited day — the day I dedicate to myself, the beginning of a New Me.
I watched my favorite shows and ordered plenty of sweets and junk foods without worrying about how this would affect my weight and how I needed to avoid adding a few pounds. Just like all other topics in my life, Eric would tell me what I should eat, especially when we were together. He always praised slender women with small measurements and thin thighs, so I went on absurd diets to try to reach this standard and please him.
So eating this pile of delicious food with the potential to clog my veins is a historical repartee with myself, kind of.
After all that, it was time to hit up the mall and refresh my look. Now, walking through the long corridors of the mall, with already several bags hanging in my arms, my eyes search for something to catch my attention, since I'm generous with myself today and no worries about the credit card.
My steps suddenly stop when my gaze goes to a manikin wearing a black lingerie with details in shades of gray and white lace, which also extends to the frills on the side of the panty strap. The bra also has straps that encircle the shape of the breasts, and there's a garter belt that connects the stockings to a corset with braided ribbons wrapped around just the waist. It's so sexy and beautiful… I could hardly contain my excitement when I see it.
I enter the store and, with a sweet smile, ask the attendant, “Could you pick me that lingerie that's on the mannequin outside, please?”
The girl promptly welcomes me with a smile and, as quickly as greeting me, she brings out the piece… And when I touch the thin cloth and feel the texture on my fingertips, a wicked smile rises to my lips; I want to take it just for seeing it up close, however…. “I'll try it on.”
Upon entering the fitting rooms, I find myself hiding behind the curtain in the small cubicle and seeing my reflection in the mirror. I wonder if it will look good on me. I take off my clothes, including my underwear, and stop for a moment to look at my naked body, something I don't usually do.
A feeling of insecurity overwhelms me because, despite my best efforts, I'm not Julian's type. My dark hair falls down my shoulders and hides my nipples discreetly, but it reveals the curves of my round, medium-sized breasts. My waist is thin compared to my hips, but my thighs are so thick that they touch each other. However, my flat belly is an effort of gym and diet, as well the definition of the muscles on my pale skin. I have a beautiful physique, yes… But it's nothing alike the women Julian typically dates.
I put on the panties first and then connect the corset to the garter belt. I pull my hair away and put on my bra, noticing that the straps that encircle my breasts squeeze them and make them bounce. When I'm fully dressed, I fix my hair and note that yes, I look amazing in this.
With clumsy hands, I grab my phone and open the messages with Julian. I take a deep breath before my fingers type, **[Can you give me an opinion on something?]**
Immediately after sending the message, I hold my breath and decide that I'll count to ten… And if Julian doesn't respond, I'll give up on this crazy idea.
*One,
Two,
Three,*
I hear the ding of the phone, and a new message from Julian jumps onto my screen.
**[Where are you?]** That's what he sent me.
I twist my lips into a pout, and reply with another message, **[At the West Mall. Can you give me an opinion or not?]**
Not even five seconds passed when cell phone ding sounds loud again.
**[Sure.]**
I breathe deeply again, searching for the courage within me. Then I point the phone's camera at the mirror, framing my body so that the lingerie can be seen fully. I don't hide my face, just strike a discreet pose that makes my curves look sexier, and take the picture.
Hah, Gosh…! I'm really sending a lingerie picture to Julian, my father's best friend.
My heart hammers in my chest because I see that he started to type something, but stopped. Again, he types in a time-consuming eternity, but seems to have given up again.
Argh! I'm sweating like crazy and my throat's dry because I'm starting to regret this shameless act of mine.
Then I hear a ding again — but it's not a message from Julian…. It's a $10000 bank transfer. My eyebrows frown, but before I can understand what is happening, Julian's message finally comes through,
**[Is that enough to buy it? If not, just tell me].**
I give a low laugh, as my fingers tap on the keyboard, **[You didn't have to send me money, I just wanted to know what you think of this].**
And the answer is as quick as the blink of an eye.
Julian sent me, with a seriousness that simply doesn't match his character, **[I know, but I want you to use it thinking of me.]**
Oh… I think my heart has stopped beating.
I bite my lips, looking at the message and feeling a delicious chill in my stomach… as if butterflies are dancing and flapping their little wings inside me.
*Ding* — a new message from Julian catches my eyes and I try to suppress a smile, even if my efforts are in vain and my lips, stubbornly, go up in a silly way.
**[You look amazing in this, Angel.]**
I turn off my phone when I see that no new messages will come. I look in the mirror and breathe deeply before putting my clothes again.
When I pull back the curtains, the attendant is wearing her usual beaming smile… Does she realize what I was doing? My cheeks take on a reddish hue, and I hope she doesn't notice. “I'll take it…” I give an awkward smile.
“Great!” The attendant begins to guide me to the counter, however, as I'm walking there, observing my surroundings, something captures my attention and I suddenly stop.
My curious eyes found a discreet adult section, with a variety of sex toys. And once again, a wicked idea passes through my mind and causes a smile to rise to my lips. “I would like to see some of these as well.” I smiled at the attendant.
***
I'm leaving the mall with so many bags that my arms were heavy. On the sidewalk, I feel curious eyes on me, probably because I cause strangeness. Most socialites in New York have people to carry their bags, but I like my freedom.
As I'm thinking about how I'll get a cab with this pile of bags, I hear a familiar honk. My eyes are drawn to the sound and, to my surprise, I see Julian's baby parked right next to it. The dark glass is lowered, and I see that he's inside the car, with a discreet smile on his lips.
“Julian?” I let the name slip out with a questioning tone and confusion stamped on my face.
“Hi, Angel… I came to pick you up.”
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