WIP Wednesday?

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This is intended for mature 18+ audiences only!

*This is unedited and subject to change*

“Not Quite Juliet”
The Silver Soul Series by Katherine Rhodes


Morgan took a deep breath. She’d never done anything like this before; she’s never owned anything but cotton and Playtex 18-hour Cross Your Heart bras. She was way too endowed to even think that she could wear something from Victoria’s Secret.

Nick had shown her website after website that had lingerie for women with large breasts and big hips– he called them all lusciously curvaceous. And there had been plenty of lingerie to choose from. He had laid the credit card down in front of her that first morning and whispered, “Surprise me.”

And here she was, 3 days later, in the skimpiest, sexiest outfit she never thought she would own. She had tried it on earlier in the day, and now she wanted to show him what his money had bought. Even more, she wanted him to peel it off her. She took a deep breath.

Nick D was waiting in his bed, and had been for the past four days. Waiting for her. She took one last look in the mirror and pulled the door open before she lost her nerve.

Nick was laying on the bed on his back with his arms behind his head. He looked over as she opened the door, and Morgan couldn’t believe the desire in his eyes. “Oh, my God, baby,” he said, sitting up. “You look lickable. Those shoes…”

She smiled, and walked forward out of the bathroom, shutting the light off. It was a pink baby doll with a lace bodice. She had on a garter and a pair of pale pink thigh-highs. Her panties were just a little more than a suggestion, and she’d found a pair of pink pumps with metal spikes on the back and heel. “You like it?”

“Very much,” he said, watching her walk over. He rubbed himself and the sudden erection he had. “God, I had no idea you were going to let the wildcat out, Morgan.” He circled around her, running his hand up and down her arm.

“I’ve never had anything like this before, and I figured if I was going to be a wanton harlot for you, I should go all the way.”

He stopped in front of her. “Oh, god, are those laces on your tits?”

“Yes,” she said. “You said that most of the time, lingerie ends up on the floor. I wanted something that wasn’t going to just get peeled off. You can untie them and move them out of your way.”

He ran his hand over her back down her ass. “Garters?”

“Thigh highs, and…” she leaned in close to him, “Crotchless panties.”

Nick let out a long slow breath. “I’m just going to give you a credit card, baby, because I want you to fill up your closet with these naughty suggestions.”

“So you like it?”

He put his hands on her shoulders and moved her over to the bed, pressing her back. She laid down and put her hands above her head. He was staring at her like she was dinner, and he was starving. He motioned her to scoot up, and she did. He climbed on the bed with her and situated himself between her legs, spreading them while he softly stroked the thigh highs she was wearing.

“These are a nice touch,” he said, and lowered his head to nibble on her exposed skin. “I think you should always wear these. I want to peel you out of that suit one day and find you’re just wearing a garter and stockings.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” she asked. “Knowing I’m sitting there all proper and buttoned up and my whole pussy just completely uncovered.”

“Ohh, shit,” he hissed. “You’d do that?”

“For you, yes,” she smiled, “as long as you take home and ravage me.”

“Any day, baby,” he said. He lowered his head to her neatly framed vulva and licked gently. Morgan squirmed and pushed further on to the bed. He followed her, stopping when he was at the delicate little bows that held the lace closed over her breasts. He snagged it between his teeth and pulled the bow, the ribbon falling to the side and her breast slipping forward, pushing the lace away. He made a happy little purring sound and captured the hard bead in his lips, suckling hard. She thrashed a little on the bed under his careful ministrations.

He paused a moment later and looked up at her. “Baby?”

“Why’d you stop?” she whispered.

“Uh, Morgan, babe, did you… come?”

“Not yet,” she said and looked at him. “What…?”

“This is horrible to ask, but did you… pee?”

“No!” she gasped. “Ew, no. What’s going on?” She sat up.

He looked down and the sheets were clearly getting wet. They both stared for a long minute and then Nick jumped up. “Oh, shit there’s a leak!”

Morgan launched off the bed and started pulling off the sheets while Nick sprinted out of the room. She piled everything in the corner and ran for towels in the bathroom, grabbing as many in a single armful as she could, and started throwing them over the pool of water. Nick came running back in two minutes later with a garden hose.

He handed Morgan one end and motioned her to the window. “Toss it out,” he said as he quickly found the outlet and attached the refill valve to and screwed on the hose. The water started to rush down the hose and out the window and the leak didn’t empty out as fast after just a minute.

Morgan stood with her hand over her mouth and Nick with his hands on his hips. He walked over to the thoroughly soaked towel and pulled it off, throwing it into the bathroom. Morgan walked over and looked at the now slow leak.

There were a dozen small to medium size puncture holes in the vinyl in two spots. Her mouth dropped open and she and Nick looked down at her shoes. Nick reached down and pulled off one of the hot pink pumps and lined up the metal spikes on the back perfectly with the holes in the waterbed’s mattress.

Morgan was horrified. She wanted to start crying. She put her hands over her face, and suddenly felt Nick’s arms around her.

“I’m so sorry, Nick!” she cried. “I’ll replace it.”

Nick took her chin in his hand. “Baby, stop. It wasn’t you.” He laughed lightly.

“Are you laughing at me?”

“Morgan, we punctured my waterbed with sex shoes,” he chuckled.

Morgan’s laugh hitched in her chest. “I’ll buy you a new one.”

“Fuck no,” he said. “Seeing you dressed like this was worth the price of the waterbed.” He started laughing. “We busted the bed. Oh, my God, we busted the bed.”

Morgan started laughing with him. “No one is going to let us live this down. There’s no way that they aren’t going to find out.” They couldn’t stop laughing and eventually didn’t even bother to fight it. They just laughed as the water drained out of the busted mattress.

“Well, thank God for spare bedrooms,” Nick eventually gasped. “I’m going to have to buy a new bed tomorrow.” He reached down, picked up Morgan and threw her over his shoulder. “And one that my wanton harlot is not in danger of popping with these incredible shoes.”

“Oh, my God!” Morgan screamed. “Nick! Put me down! You’re going to hurt yourself!”

“Shut up, woman!” he laughed, and smacked her ass hard. He walked her out of the master bedroom down to the guest room and placed her on the bed.

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