Jonathan

"Will you try this on for me?" I ask, my voice heavy and strained as I hold the sheer dress and body harness out for her. Her eyes go wide as they lock on the harness and I worry I've pushed too far too fast. Izzy swallows hard before lifting her doe eyes up to meet mine.

"Of course Sir," she whispers, tentatively taking them from me.

Forget Christmas this is better!

My eyes are locked on her as she saunters back to the change room, swaying her hips slightly before disappearing behind the closed door. I don't realize I stopped breathing until the latch clicks shut and I let out a breath I was holding. Time ticks by slowly as I wait as patiently as I can for her to return. Body harnesses can be tricky but I specifically chose one that would feel good for her, and hopefully make her feel sexy, not restricted.

The click of the door latch draws my attention back to the door as I wait on baited breath for Izzy to emerge. Once again she peeks out looking cautiously around with both excitement and embarrassment in her eyes.

"It's just us Bella," I murmur, anxious to see her. She takes a deep breath and opens the door, slowly stepping out. The sight in front of me is perfection. Being in the lifestyle I have seen all sorts of beautiful women in anything you can imagine, but seeing someone special to you wearing something you want is a heady feeling.

Izzy's first steps are a little awkward as she adjusts to the way the harness feels under the dress. I can't even blink as she walks towards me, slowly feeling more comfortable. The harness accentuates her ass in the most alluring way as it snakes around her body while the sheer material does it's job, showing hints of her skin and the harness while the artfully placed lace panels protect her modesty. Her eyes are locked on mine as she stands there, uncertain.

"Holy fuck Iz," I gasp, struggling to form coherent sentences as the blood leaves my brain. At my reaction a ghost of a smile starts to form. "You look incredible... How do you feel?"

Izzy bites her lower lip and she knits her brows in concentration. She swishes her hips slightly seeming lost in thought.

"Walk around a bit, see how it feels to move in it..." I trail off, raking my eyes over her.

Fuck me she's braless...

Her hardened peaks strain suggestively against the thin lace material. I desperately want to see how she looks without the dress in just the harness but this will have to do for now.

Izzy turns away and starts walking around the room glancing at different items as she goes. Slowly her movements become easier as she adjusts to the new sensations. I catch her glancing back at me taking in my reaction and it seems to embolden her.

By her second lap she's swaying her hips more than ever and her perky full breasts jiggle in a way that steals the very air from my lungs. Her coy smile as she drops her gaze tells me she knows exactly the effect she's having on me.

"Come here," I command, standing in front of the mirrors. Izzy swallows hard but steps up not meeting her reflection.

"How do you feel?" I breathe out standing flush against her and watching her reaction in the mirror. Izzy shrugs avoiding my question.

A sharp slap to her ass makes her jump and her breasts bounce before a breathy moan slips past her parted lips and she leans back into me. I give her ass a light squeeze and she squirms against me, feeling my hardness and clearly wanting more.

"I can see how you feel," I murmur against her neck as she rubs against me. My hand slips across her hip to sit low on her stomach earning a wanton whimper. "How your confidence grew with every step... tell me."

"I feel sexy," she whispers, almost sounding ashamed.

"You are so sexy," I rasp, kissing the side of her neck. That does it and her knees buckle but I hold her close, savouring her scent and the way she feels against me.

I can feel her heart racing and how shallow her breathing is. She is so turned on and that only makes it that much harder to control myself.

Slowly she regains her feet and twists in my arms, bringing her sapphire gaze to mine. She's so open and vulnerable right now, but my mind's being clouded by how warm she is in my arms and the way her hands rest on my chest.

Trance like I lean down and brush my lips lightly against hers before caving and devouring them. Izzy eagerly meets me kiss for kiss, her lips as hungry as mine.

She slips her hand up my chest before cupping the back of my neck earning a groan of satisfaction. Her lips taste like strawberries and I can't get enough as I pull her closer.

She moans into my lips and it's the most addictive sound, urging me on for more. Her body is so responsive to me, every kiss, every caress has her melting and moaning for more.

My hands slip down her waist stalling at the top of her ass. Every fiber of my being wants this, wants more, but I know I need to stop. Reluctantly I pull back and catch my breath, admiring this sexy vixen in my arms.

Izzy licks her lips as she catches her breath but doesn't push away, instead she just drops her head on my chest, letting me hold her close. There's an easy intimate moment between us and in that instant I know I want more.

"Come on," I say hoarsely, guiding her towards the change room. At the doorway she pauses, looking back at me with a coy smile.

I take the signal and tantalizingly slow, ease the zipper down, savouring the sight in front of me as her bare skin wrapped in the harness comes into view. Groaning, I take one last look and step back, closing the door to let her change.

Fuck me she's beautiful!

I look over at the other dresses, knowing I've reached my limit for show and tell. As if Izzy knows it she comes out changed back into her street clothes. With the full pile of clothes we head back down where the clerks are working with other customers.

The redhead who first approached us when we came in gladly comes over to cash us out. She's well versed in her business, reading us perfectly and stayed close enough that if we needed help she was there but gave us the space we needed.

"Wait, all of those?" Izzy gasps as the clerk begins to ring them up. With a hard look that warns her there's no room to argue her protests die on the spot.

She watches on the brink of back talking as I run my credit card and pick up the bags. Izzy chews her lip like she's physically restraining herself and I can't help but laugh.

Shopping took longer than expected so we grabbed a quick bite and make for home with not a lot of time to change and get ready for a full shift at the club. I figure with how busy it's been I'll just offer to bartend from the get go.

After dropping her bags off in her room I take a quick shower and throw on tailored black slacks, a black button up shirt and finish it with a black leather belt and suspenders. I had planned to wear a tie bit opt instead to leave the top couple buttons open.

I head down stairs and call for Izzy. We need to leave in the next ten minutes if we're going to be on time. Part of me is anxious to see what she's wearing, not that I expect her to wear the sheer number but be damned if I would mind.

Like clockwork Izzy floats down the stairs, firmly wrapped up in a trench coat that gives nothing away. I struggle to hide my petulant scowl, feeling robbed of my sneak preview.

This is going to be the longest drive ever!