Melody in Lingerie

He had been so charming and unthreatening outside, in public. Now that the two of them were alone, Melody realized just how tall and imposing he was. She could have sworn he wasn’t that big outside in the store, and she imagined that there was a predatory gleam in his eye which hadn’t been there before.
It’s just nerves, she thought to herself. I’m just helping a really nice man do something special for his wife.
With that, she picked up the first of the items they had chosen earlier. This one a fairly modest set consisting of a corset with matching underwear in green silk.
“Just turn around, and I’ll try this one on.”
He turned around, politely, and put his hands over his face as Melody started to undress, attempting to hide her nerves with a stream of chatter about the designer, the weather. Anything at all except the situation she had gotten herself into.
“OK. You can look, now.”
He turned, and just as she had imagined earlier, Melody now found herself under that intense gaze. There was no question now that there was a hunger in his eyes as he slowly examined her.
“Stunning. Simply, stunning,” he remarked.
Melody blushed scarlet, unable to meet his eyes. “Hardly. But thank you for saying it.”
He shrugged, letting this pass. “I think that’s a keeper. Let’s try the next set.”
The rustle and swish of silk against skin filled the silence as Melody changed into a bra and panties of burgundy silk. The fire in his eyes burned hotter this time when he turned to look at her, and Melody felt very vulnerable under his scrutiny.
“Turn around for me.”
His voice held a note of command now, replacing his earlier charm and diffidence. Melody sensed a thrill of some feeling coursing through her. Fear? Excitement? Anticipation? Probably something of all of those. He sounded very much like a man who was accustomed to being obeyed, and she found herself responding immediately.
Slowly, Melody turned around, certain she could feel the heat of his gaze on her skin. “Do you like it?”
“I’m not sure about this one. Put on the next set for me.”
Melody’s heart pounded as she considered the set of lingerie which was now at the top of the pile – a tiny, sheer bra and thong set which would hide absolutely nothing. It had seemed like a good idea when they were roaming the store earlier. Now, the thought of modelling it for him was both thrilling and daunting, although far less daunting than the thought of refusing him.
“O..OK,” she replied, nervously.
She thought she saw the ghost of a smile on his lips as he turned away, this time. All too quickly, she was dressed – if that word could really apply to a few small triangles of transparent material held together by thin strings.
Melody caught sight of herself in the mirror. As she had feared, the lingerie hid nothing at all. Her traitorously-erect nipples were very visible through the sheer material of the bra, as was her shaven pussy. Turning quickly, she looked over her shoulder to check the view from behind. If anything, it was even worse. The thin string of the thong panties disappeared completely between the cheeks of her ass, leaving her totally exposed.
Melody was mortified, and her cheeks burned with humiliation. As soon as she told him to turn around and look, she would be utterly exposed before this strange man. If anything, wearing this lingerie was even worse than if she were totally naked. The bra and panties simply drew attention to her most intimate parts – as they were designed to do, she admits to herself – while hiding nothing.
She knew she should just call the whole thing off. Get dressed again in her sensible jeans and sweatshirt, and just leave. And yet, she knew she wouldn’t be doing that. Something inside of her was responding to this situation; to displaying herself for this stranger, and obeying his commands. Each time he told her to do something in that peremptory tone, an electric thrill coursed through her body, and dressing up (or down) to display herself for him made her feel sexy and proud – especially when she saw that gleam in his eyes as he looked at her that way.
Nevertheless, she trembled with a combination of fear, excitement and anticipation as she said, making a conscious effort not to cover herself with her arms, “I’m ready”.
This time, when he turned to look at her, there was no mistaking the gleam of hot lust in his eyes. Slowly, his gaze travelled up and down her body, devouring her inch by slow inch.
The silence stretched unbearably, and Melody found herself compelled to fill it, blurting out, “Do you like it?” She felt like a deer pinned in headlights as he said nothing, just continuing to burn her with his hot, penetrating stare. “Shall I turn around for you?”
Without waiting for a reply, just wanting to be out from under that intense scrutiny, Melody turned around to present her, in effect, naked ass. She could almost swear she felt his eyes like lasers on her skin, and imagining his expression was almost as embarrassing as facing it. Turning back to face him, she smiled shyly as their eyes met for a moment. She desperately wanted to cover herself with her hands, but she knew that would annoy him. Or, even worse, disappoint him, and something inside of her recoiled from the thought of doing that.