SM-226 One Man’s Negligee

Excerpt

Kotbusser tried to avoid staring at the woman’s pouted lips.

But he loved full-bodied lips like those Ute Spandau possessed.

Kotbusser finally realized he must look like a total fool.

The saleswoman had asked him twice what size his girlfriend was, and he had hemmed and hawed and still not given her a reply.

Ute Spandau waited expectantly, her eyelids batting, her breasts thrust forward, her lips curled into a suggestive pout.

“Well, I think she’s rather larger than you,” Kotbusser finally said. “She’s… well…”

He stared at the extra large pink negligee in his hands.

Blood rushed to his high cheekbones.

“She’s… I really think this is the correct size for her,” Kotbusser said.

Ute tried to hide a giggle.

The giggle, unfortunately, was forced out of her nostrils.

Blood rose to her high cheekbones, as well.

“I’m sorry, sir,” the saleswoman said. “But I’ve been working this counter for years and I run into this problem all the time. Men always think their girlfriends and wives take a larger size than they really do.”