As Michelle looked at the strip of shops, she began to feel small twitches from Cynthia perking up again. It seemed to come and go in waves only adding to the pleasure by teasing her and then pulling away again. The same way Cynthia behaved with guys… or at least the way she did before she popped. Either way, the orgy at the bar, her walk through the red light district, and her friend’s teasing, Michelle’s mood was highly sexual. She felt herself being drawn toward the pink neon sign reading Intimate Moments Lingerie.
The front windows echoed her sexual mood. Rather large window displays, with dozens of mannequins wearing every kind of lingerie. The scene was a group of girls sitting, standing, and laying around a small bedroom. A panty party with plenty of lace and soft looking lingerie with girls in corsets, baby-doll nighties, and some in just simple lace bra and panty sets. The faces on the mannequins, which were very life-like, said they were having a good time. They all looked very playful. On the other side of the entranceway was a scene with a different tone. Mannequins dancing around poles in lingerie that showed they were portraying strippers with lustful and sultry gazes. Dresses with lots of cleavage and slits, g-strings, and platform stilettos on bad girls that contrasted the silky sleepover on the other side. However, whichever side they resided on, they all looked so life like. She almost thought a few were real people, but put it down to the little beer she had while on the island.
As soon as she entered the store, Michelle was struck by the light scent of perfume. It set the mood well and helped her relax. Although any reservations she had before coming to the island were long gone. She barely batted an eye to see girls simply trying on their lingerie in the aisles. It was clearly designed to be used this way with plenty of mirrors scattered around. Michelle scanned the store and looked over the various departments. She was surprised to see lingerie divided up into so many different categories. Intimate Evening, Plain Jane, Hidden Seductress, Kinky Koncubine, and Classy Courtesan were a few.
She moved toward the back and did a quick wash in the water closet, although now without her soiled clothes she would be naked. It seemed the store even thought of that and she saw a small sign and a rack of robes. “For the Bashful,” it read in a thin cursive script. She took the pink robe and wrapped it around herself. A soft pink silk felt good against her skin and it was even a trendy short length. Showing off her ass as it swayed as she walked. She re-entered the shop floor and immediately went for what she decided would suit her outfit best. After all, Michelle liked to think herself a classy girl, and she was still going to stop for something to wear over all this somewhere else. The section she choose was…