Palace of Pleasure, Chapter Five. Milan
Irina and Xiǎo walked the streets of Milan together, her arm wrapped around his. They drew many looks from the locals; her beautiful white Italian-Russian complexion glowing against his dark golden sexy skin. They looked like a pair of international models.
Irina steered him down the main street to the flagship shop of one of the most prestigious lingerie brands in Italy. As the attendant opened the door, they entered but stopped in the lobby to appreciate the sights.
In front of them was a young blonde woman wearing a red silk slip, and nothing else. She was very pretty, with short dirty blonde hair in a bob cut, decent-sized breasts, and a slim-toned figure. Her legs were gorgeous but more muscular than Irina's; her calves flexed as she danced half-heartedly to the beat of the music playing inside the shop.
What a pathetic job, Irina thought to herself. She was glad she married a smart man like Giovanni who could provide for her. Smart educated men like her husband and Xiǎo made for better life partners and lovers, at least from her experience.
Irina quickly browsed the merchandise and picked a few pieces to try on. She turned to Xiǎo, smiled, and tapped on his arm to send him off.
"Pick some lingerie for me," she commanded.
Her lover obediently rushed around the star and grabbed a few pieces, fetching them as a dog would for its master. He showed his selections to her; Irina smiled at his choices.
Irina took hold of his hand and led him to a beautiful black woman wearing only a sexy lace bra and panty set with heels. She had curly black hair and the face of a Goddess. Attached to her bra was a shop name tag with Gianna stamped onto it, indicating she worked there.
"My name is Irina Kramer. I reserved a private change room for the hour," Irina said.
"Right this way please, ma'am," responded Gianna politely.
Gianna led them up some creaky wooden staircase in the back to the second floor, opened a door, let Irina and Xiǎo in, then closed it behind them.
"Lock the door, lover," Irina commanded. Xiǎo obediently complied.
Irina took some time to admire the room. The decor was chinoiserie-themed, with wallpaper depicting life in an ancient village, and a matching room divider. In the center of the room was a large classical Italian carved sofa, with a matching console table.
"Put the merchandise on the table," commanded Irina, as she placed the lingerie pieces she picked there.
Xiǎo obediently placed his picks on the table and then sat down on the couch.
Irina placed her clutch on the table as well and leaned her phone against it. She innocuously set her phone to record video without alerting Xiǎo of her action and angled it to face the couch where he sat.
With that Irina walked into the recording area, and slowly shimmered out of her dress, letting it drop to the floor. She stepped out of it and placed it on top of the divider so she was now only dressed in her simple white bra and panties. She then twirled around on the spot in front of Xiǎo, putting her beautiful slim, and toned body on display for him.
She beckoned him with her finger, then turned her back to him. Xiǎo understood immediately; he stepped up, kissed her right shoulder, and then unclasped her bra. He threw it onto the table and reached his hands around Irina so he could gently fondle her exposed breasts.
A moan of delight escaped her throat as his smooth palms rubbed her nipples, but she grabbed his hands and slid them down her front torso, and tucked his fingers inside the waistband of her panties. She then reached behind her and feeling a bulge in the front of his pants, unbuckled his belt and opened them up. She then released his erection as his trousers fell to the floor.
He responded by sliding his hands down the front of her pelvis, letting his thumbs slide softly over her labia lips, taking her panties down with them. His hands continued sliding down the front of her legs, and Irina felt his lips press against the back of her right leg, sliding down with her panties. Once her panties reached the floor, she stepped out of them, turned around, and watched him place them on the pile of clothes on the table.
She turned around to face him, herself completely naked, with him wearing only boxers and a shirt, his erection poking out lustfully from the opening in his underwear. She smiled, grabbed his erection, and began stroking it.
"Give me one of the lingerie sets you picked for me so I can try it on now, Xiǎo," she commanded.
He eagerly went to the pile of lingerie on the table and picked a black lace camisole with matching panties.
After snatching the pieces from his hand, she gently pushed him back onto the sofa. Smiling seductively at him, she stepped back and quickly put on the panties. She then put on the camisole and slowly twirled it to give him a complete view of her beautiful body in the sexy lingerie.
Irina then walked over and straddled Xiǎo, resting on his lap. She then began unbuttoning his shirt, and she felt his hands feeling her legs. As she opened up his shirt and ran her hands over his smooth, hairless, dark yellow chest, she felt his fingertips gently stroking the front of her panties. She then removed his shirt, and placed it over the top of the sofa, leaving him only in his boxers.
Excitedly, Xiǎo grabbed onto her panties and began pulling them off. As he did so, Irina stood up and stepped out of them. She then stepped back, took off her camisole, and tossed it at him.
"Get me another set to model for you," she commanded.
Xiǎo grabbed a pink lace bodysuit which looked like a cooking apron with a few straps to keep it tied to the front of her body; clearly, he liked outfits that showed off her skin, noted Irina. She smiled, reached out grabbed the bodysuit from him, and put it on. Again she twirled around so he could admire her; the front hid her nipples, the center of her torso, and loins, while the back showed everything, including her firm toned buttocks.
When Irina stopped to face Xiǎo again, she noticed his monstrous erection was pointing out of his boxers directly at her, his giant purple glans reaching for her labia. She realized her lingerie show was making him very aroused and his erection, despite poking out from the center gap, must have still felt a little constrained by his boxers.
She walked over to him, knelt between his legs, and licked the underside of his glans, causing him to twitch forward in excitement. She then sucked his mushroom head into her mouth, then spat it out, causing him to moan. Reaching forward with both hands, she grabbed his boxers and pulled them off, leaving Xiǎo naked with his glorious giant erection freed at last.
Grabbing hold of his erection, she wrapped her lips around the underside of his shaft and slid them along the length. While doing so, she could hear Xiǎo moan and felt him thrust his penis against her lips in response.
After this oral play, she stepped back, slid out of the bodysuit, and tossed it at the table.
"Get the last pieces," she commanded her lover again.
Like a dog obediently fetching the newspaper for its master, Xiǎo handed the last set to her and sat back on the sofa. In her hand was nothing more than two tiny silver satin triangles that would only cover her nipples and a matching thin g-string that was only wide enough to hide her labia lips; luckily she had shaved her vulva this morning otherwise there would have been a mess of pubic hair showing, she thought.
Giving him a sarcastic look, she quickly put on the bra, adjusted it to cover her nipples, and slipped into the g-string, making sure it covered her labia. She felt completely naked and twirled around, so he could appreciate her toned back and buttocks.
Xiǎo rose to his feet as if his glans had dragged him off the couch, pulling him by his shaft. He stepped close to her, completely naked, his fit, athletic, and muscled Chinese body a sharp contrast to her lean, toned Caucasian complexion.
Like magnets close to one another, their lips opened and connected, forming a tunnel where their tongues entered and danced. She felt him wrap his arms around her back; she wrapped hers around his head.
Irina broke off the kissing and they gazed into each others' eyes for a moment. She nodded subtly at him, so he would know it was time for him to undress her and take her.
Xiǎo reached behind her, untied her nipple covers, and placed them on the table. He then slid her g-string down, his palms keeping contact with the outsides of her legs while doing so. Once the g-string reached the floor, she stepped out of them, and his hands slid up the backs of her legs slowly, then grasped the firm globes of her buttocks, and finally slid up over her back, her shoulder blades, and to her head.