Never Again- Part 2

This chapter was inspired by a trip to VS with a guy. It is different. Please leave reviews.

Hal's Errand

I stared at the store in front of me, my mouth practically hanging open , as if the doorway was a black hole to another universe. I couldn't bring myself to go in there. I loved that store, but it also scared the hell out of me. Even the stuff in the window had my dick so hard I could barely walk. Why the fuck couldn't Ranger do this little errand? Why couldn't anyone else but me? Why the hell did Ella have to be on vacation? Why the fuck couldn't Steph chase down a skip in the snow without getting her clothes, even her brand new, Victoria's Secret underwear, soaked and torn and dirty? Why couldn't I just go to her place and get some of her old underwear? Why the fuck couldn't she just go without underwear? It'd give Ranger easier access that way. But orders were orders, so here I was getting Steph new underwear to replace the ruined stuff.

I pulled myself out of my fantasy of Steph with no underwear and became aware of my surroundings. I had been standing in the middle of the mall hallway staring ,transfixed, at the store. People were starting to stare at me, the huge guy in black with the bulging muscles, the weird Rambo clothes and the massive hard-on. At least they couldn't see my gun. I didn't want an incident so I had taken my visible one out of the utility belt and now just had my Glock under the waistband of my pants.

I took several deep breaths, trying to force myself to maintain control. If it was this bad now, how much worse would it be when I was actually IN the store. As I walked up I sniffed. The store smelled so damn good! I would definitely fuck any woman who was wearing whatever the hell the store was wearing.

I hadn't even crossed the threshold when I was approached by a cute little blonde. She had on a dress that squeezed and pressed up her breasts so that they almost spilled over the top. She had on the same kind of fuck me shoes that Steph always wears. I stared at the little pendant that was hanging in the valley between her breasts…I saw her glossy wet lips move… she was saying something to me…

Help me. Can she help me? I…"Dammit, stop staring at her breasts , Hal, you pig," I told myself. She was so hot and surrounded by that incredibly erotic scent that I wanted to fuck. "I, I'm.. just looking." I managed to stammer out. She smiled and said, "Ok, I'm Jill. Call me if you need me." As she walked away, I stared at her firm ass…

What the hell was wrong with me? I had faced down death by some of the toughest, most vicious soldiers, and never even blinked, but here I was stammering over some boobs and ass. I walked back up to her and said, "Um, I need some underwear.' I could feel my face getting red. She smiled and gave me an appraising look. "I mean, um, not for me. I need um, some underwear for someone else."

I couldn't think with all the sexy stuff around me. I tried not to stare too hard, but my arm had brushed against a dark blue satiny thing. It had a bra and it went all the way down to the legs and it had the garter belt, too. I had seen something like that in a porn. I felt myself staring at it, imagining Steph in it.

The girl, Jill, was asking me something. A bra, did I want a bra and panties? "Um, no just the panties. She just ruined the panties." Jill raised an eyebrow and grinned at that. I was starting to sweat just saying the word 'panties". My heart was racing. I just wanted to get the hell out of there. I could feel all the women in the store staring at me. I was still fondling the blue thing. I couldn't help it. it was so silky. They were probably thinking I was a pervert and getting ready to call security.

Jill looked pained when I told her I just wanted panties. " Are you sure you just want the panties?" Fuck. How the hell was I supposed to know? I couldn't think anymore surrounded by all this soft, lacy stuff. It was all I could do to keep from cumming in my pants. "Um, yeah."

Jill got a horrified look on her face. Apparently, it is a sin to buy just the panties, because they have to be worn with the matching bra. Did I know what color my wife needed? Wife?

"Um, no its not for my wife. Um, I mean, I don't…Um, its for my boss's girlfriend." That got me a look and she smiled at me. Shit. "I mean, its not like that, its…

"Since you should get a set, lets start with the bras." She took me to a room….holy fuck. There is a God. An entire wall filled with different colors and styles of bras. Fuck, Santos would shit if he saw all these. They all looked so fucking sexy. My dick was so hard that my pants were bulging and I put my hands in front of me to hide it. " What style does she like?. I couldn't take my eyes off the wall of bras. I had no fucking idea about styles. The only thing I knew about women's bras was how to get them off. "Style?" "She showed me a bunch of bras- underwire or soft cup? Underwire? Why the hell would you put a wire in a bra? There were satiny ones and lacy ones. The satin of the bras felt so soft in my calloused hands. There was a pause when I realized that everyone was staring at me. Shit. I was still fondling the bra. I had no fucking idea what kind of bra Steph wore. Soft was good though, right? Women liked soft stuff. "Um, soft cup, " I choked out.

I had no fucking idea what color or style Steph wanted. I didn't even know if she wanted a bra . But Jill said that you had to buy them together so she would have a matching set. I picked up each of the bras and felt how soft they were. I notice that I was getting a lot of weird looks from the women. Did they think the blonde guy in the Rambo clothes was hot, or a disgusting pervert? I really liked the bras like they wore in porn, but I figured Ranger would kill me if I got her one of them. I picked a pretty green bra in a sexy but cute style. Jill came back over. " that is a nice demi style. What size do you need?" Size? Fuck. How the hell was I supposed to know what size? It wasn't like I could just ask her. She wasn't small, but she wasn't really huge either. She was somewhere between Keira Knightly and Jenna Jamieson. Closer to Keira probably. "um, medium sized." , I said. Jill looks at me with an amused grin on her face. Don't forget, these are European sizes. Fuck. I didn't even know Steph's American size and now they wanted me to know a foreign size? I had no fucking idea what size she was. Thank God the mannequin looked like the right size. " I need her size", I said, pointing at the mannequin. I felt like an idiot.

Five minutes later I had the bra and just needed the panties. Jill said that bra went with 'boy shorts." Why the hell would a woman wear a sexy bra with a boy's shorts. I did not want those. I really liked the thong on the mannequin, and I almost drooled thinking about Steph wearing it. I wasn't sure if Steph would want a thong, though Ranger probably would. I got the thong and a green bikini, just in case. I was starting to sweat with the effort of ignoring all the soft, lacy stuff surrounding me. Size? Um, I was screwed. If I got them too small, she couldn't wear them, if I got them too large, she'd claim I think she is fat. Damn, I hate Ranger. He should be doing this. I settled on medium and finally went up to the counter.

I took another ten minutes inhaling that sexy smelling store while Jill wrapped the bra and panties in paper and put it in a pink striped bag. Fuck. "Um, do you have any other bags?" No fucking way was I walking through the mall carrying a pink bag. It was bad enough I was in Victoris's Secret buying bras, I drew the line at carrying a pink bag. They didn't have any other kind, though. Jill handed me the bag and her phone number. Damn!

As soon as I got into the mall, I ditched the pink bag and stuck the bra and panties in my utility belt. I couldn't resist smelling the paper- it smelled as sexy as the store. Shit. If Steph wore that, Ranger would totally lose control.

I raced out of the store, and sat in the truck, fondling the great smelling, sexy underwear. I guess I am a pervert, but I can't help it. Wait until Santos saw these!