“I don’t want to look like that. Those guys look like clowns,” Dave shook his head.
“Guys, I did not say copy what they had on, I said to use them to get ideas. When you look at the photos, look at the length of the jacket, how the slacks are cut, the style of the shirt collar, the colors… then look for clothes that have those elements.”
“That makes sense,” Todd said. As they looked through the stacks, I could see both men referring to the photos. Soon, they each had a small pile to try on. I sat back and relaxed in an oversized chair near the dressing room as they came out and modeled for me. It was like having a private runway show with two smoking hot models. Despite their initial displeasure at trying things on, I was having fun, and it seemed like they were too.
They looked delicious in almost everything they tried on. Though I had to nix a few eyesores, including the orange and black striped pants Todd thought were super comfy, they were soon getting the hang of what worked and what didn’t. When Todd came out in a pair of almond slacks and an ocean blue, long sleeved shirt that showed off his eyes, I knew it was the one. Then, Dave modeled a pair of black slacks paired with a cerulean green button down that barely contained his super tight, toned muscles. I knew we’d found just the right outfits.
“Keep those on and we’ll get the tags clipped off when we pay,” I stated. Todd and Dave went back into the dressing room and grabbed their old clothes.
I grabbed Todd’s jeans out of his hands. “These should go in the trash, they’re full of holes! I like seeing your skin, but these are in tatters. They probably stink, too.”
Dave held his nose and grimaced. “Pee-yoo!”
Todd grinned as he jostled Dave. “Ok, ok, you can toss ‘em,” Todd said, “but hold up!” He pried the jeans back from my tight grip and fished in the pocket. “I can’t forget this,” he exclaimed, holding up an army knife. “I gave Kristen mine before and she just sent me a brand new one! This one’s got even more tools!”
I thought back to the camp counselor who had been turned into werewolf just like me. She and Markus, one of the weremen at Camp Vickers, had fallen in love, and now she was pregnant with twins.
“How is Kristen, Todd? Have you spoken with her?”
“Not lately. I need to call her. She and Lisa talk all the time though and Lisa said she is busy planning her wedding at Camp Vickers. They are getting married after the twins are born.”
“I bet they’ll have the cutest babies,” I said. Markus was a hot stud and I had to admit I had felt jealous of Kristen’s curvy body and confident personality.
Todd slipped the knife into the pocket of his new slacks and my eyes traveled down to his front zipper, then back up his muscular frame. He looked totally yummy. I glanced over at Dave. My men always looked great, but in their new clothes, they looked beyond amazing.
“Panty-time!” I announced after the men paid. We walked past the cosmetics counters, taking a moment to spray on some fragrances, and then headed into the lingerie department.
A pretty brunette clerk rushed over to Dave as we passed the robes. “Can I help you find something?” she asked flirtatiously.
“No, I am with my baby girl here,” he pointed towards me.
“And how about you, sir?” she asked Todd. “Is there something I can do for you?” she batted her eyes confidently.
“I just need to buy my woman some panties to replace the ones I ripped.” Todd was so cute. He was deliberately being super serious towards the clerk. He did not want to upset me as he had with Jenna.
The clerk’s mouth fell open as she realized the three of us were a trio.
“Umm and how about you? May I help you miss?” she asked reluctantly.
“No,” I said airily. “As you can see I have plenty of help picking out my new panties, thank you.” I stifled the urge to giggle at her shocked expression as I waved my hand at the two hunky men.
As the clerk flounced away from us, I told the men to pick out their favorite pair of panties for me. With Todd paying for a pair to replace the ones he had ripped, I planned to buy one other pair. So, why not let them have some fun and choose? Plus, it gave me a clearer idea of what they found sexy, something I could file away for future reference.
It was funny watching the men, their burly hands sorting through the delicate fabrics as they narrowed down their selection. They both looked a little sheepish as they man-handled thongs, G-strings, and bikinis in satin, silk, and lace, but I could see it turned them on too.
Todd finally found a pair of hot pink ones that looked a lot like the ones he’d ripped, and Dave found a barely there blue polka dot G-string. That man liked his booty. A flash of desire raced through me as I thought of Dave licking and playing with my ass.
“Mmm.” I couldn’t help but moan aloud thinking about it.
Dave must have sensed my thoughts.