Back in the early 1980s, my new wife and I moved into our first home together. This was in a well-known horse racing town in East Anglia.
The town was well known for its posh stores and regular visits by celebrities and royalty.
The town then was made up of many very posh and expensive stores and boutiques. Most of these stores were well out of my league and to most of the normal residents who were not from the horse racing fraternity.
At this time, I was a young high-flying civil servant on a decent salary for the time, yet most of the stores were well above my pay grade.
That is until Valentine's Day comes around and we men have to keep our ladies happy.
Pre-Valentine's, the top-of-the-range lady's lingerie boutique in the high street opens its doors to us normal folk for a men-only night.
This evening the designer-labeled lingerie was being sold at normal high-street prices that most regular folk could afford. Men could enter the store have a glass of wine, some nibbles, and browse without a wife or girlfriend looking over their shoulder and at the price label.
The staff, all of whom were women of various ages were dressed in full nude body stockings over which they wore either lingerie or sexy outfits. The lingerie or outfit was from the range on sale that evening.
A number of younger, sexier models were also brought in to help model lingerie that a customer might wish to purchase for their wife or girlfriend.
As you can imagine, the store was packed full of men hoping to bag a bargain for their partner.
This is where my tale starts. I attended this event again for the second year since we moved into the town.
Only now I knew the owner and knew that his girlfriend was one of the members of staff working that night.
Sammy as I will refer to her was always flirting with me when we met and was a really stunning woman. Sammy was quite tall, and slim, in her early 20s, and had an amazing figure and breasts that everyone drooled over.
As I entered the store, Sammy acknowledged me and walked straight over, Sammy informed me she would be my personal shopper for the night.
Sammy was dressed in a sexy nurse's uniform with black fishnet stockings and heels, she looked fantastic.
I knew exactly what I wanted: it was a lingerie set that my wife had had her eye on previously but could not afford the huge price tag.
Tonight, the "Janet Reger" lingerie was reduced to £60 for the full set, bra, thong, suspender belt, and seamed stockings.
This was a week's wage in the day, but I have saved for this day and it was going to be mine.
Sammy knew about my choice prior to the event so had put a full set to one side in the desired sizes for my wife.
Sammy collected the set from the stockroom and said, "Would you like to see it on a model before you make your purchase?"
Well, of course, I said, "Yes!" My cock was already twitching at the thought of a young sexy model wearing the sexiest lingerie I had ever seen.
Sammy looked around for a model who was free, but sadly, everyone seemed tied up with customers.
She grabbed me by the hand and said, "As it's you and this is for your beautiful wife, I have a solution."
Sammy guided me to the staff room and said " Wait here, I will just get my size and will model it for you."
I sat in the tiny little staff room alone for a few minutes before Sammy returned. She placed the lingerie on the table and locked the door.
Sammy is a smaller body type than my wife and has much bigger breasts. Sammy slipped off the Sexy nurse's uniform and placed it on the table. It was now that I realized Sammy was not like the others, she was not wearing a body stocking to hide her perfect body. Sammy was not at all phased by being alone with me stripping out one set of lingerie into another.
