How I Became A Lingerie Slut

In college, I was dating a woman I refer to as J. J had an average build, curly auburn hair, and large breasts. J was very conservative when it came to sex; her idea of kinky was sex with the window open… in my second-floor apartment building so that no one could see anything anyway.

While in college, J had a job working at a lingerie shop. The shop was in a college town mall, so it catered for lower cost, and the lingerie was generally more on the slutty side… just the way I like it. Friday night, whoever was finishing up work would take an inventory of anything turned in as damaged. The stock would be written off the books, a refund requested from the manufacturer, and then the stock was supposed to be destroyed. The owner allowed the girls who worked at the shop to take any damaged stock after it was written off. A lot of times, the damage was minor. A slight rip, a missed stitch, or a grease stain on the fabric where something went through a machine wrong. J became reasonably proficient with a sewing machine, fixing the various issues with lingerie, which meant she had a pretty much endless supply of lingerie.

J routinely worked the closing shift on Fridays as the other girls usually wanted Friday night free for partying. The mall closed at 10:00, and J would usually be in the shop till nearly 11:00 doing all the closing tasks; she was pedantic about everything and wanted things to be perfect. Because of the late hours, I would show up around 9:30 and hang out with her while she finished things up, then walk out with her.

While I was waiting for her one night, a woman came up to the counter with a blue see-through baby doll and matching see-through thong panties. She handed them over and reported them as damaged before making another purchase. J rang the sale up and closed for the night.

After shutting the doors and doing most of the other tasks for the night, J got to processing all the damaged stock for the week.

“Hey… blue is your favorite color… “ she said, holding up the baby doll.

“Yeh.” I replied. “But that’s a bit overdressed for my taste,” I said with a laugh. She knew that I preferred more revealing lingerie.

J looked down, then back up. She had that look she used to get when she was turned on. She started to say something, then bit her bottom lip. Then she started again; I could see in her eyes that she was nervous. “Ummm…” she blushed… “I… uhhh…..” she was so nervous it looked like she was going to cry.

“What’s up?... Spill it….” I said with a bit of a laugh.

“I really want to see you in this,” she blurted out quickly.

To say that I was surprised was an understatement. J had never expressed any interest in anything even slightly kinky. J admitted that she had seen a couple in the shop earlier. When she thought no one was looking, the woman had been holding up lingerie against the guy, sizing it up. When they had come to check out, the lingerie was obviously too big for the woman. The thought had been running through her mind all day, and she had been horny ever since.

J finished up everything she had to do in a rush, then grabbed the blue baby doll and panties and led me to a changing room. J pulled off my clothes as fast as she could, tossing them on the floor. I was wearing tight jeans, so I had no underwear on, which was good… one less thing in the way.

She handed me the baby doll to put on. She then sat down on the bench and held the panties for me so I could step into them, pulling them up over my hips. The whole outfit was a bit too small for me, so even though it was designed to be loose-fitting, it was quite snug on me. By this time, the soft lingerie, J’s face so near my cock, the naughtiness of what we were doing in her place of work… I was semi-hard, so it took a bit of work to get my cock positioned in the panties, and even then, I had to be careful I didn’t “pop” out.

Once I was dressed, J spent a bit of time admiring her handy work. I could tell she was extremely turned on. After a bit she leaned back on the dressing room bench, lifted her skirt, and started rubbing herself through her panties. Her eyes never left my cock bulging out of the panties. It wasn’t long before her eyes rolled back, and she was whimpering as an orgasm ran through her body.

“Sit down,” she told me when she caught her breath. I sat down on the bench. She got down on her knees and started rubbing me through the panties. She then pulled my cock out and started with long slow strokes. She looked up at me, watching for the signs of me approaching my own orgasm. As I did, she wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and drained every last drop into her mouth, swallowing with a smile. She kept my cock in her mouth till I started to go soft, then she carefully tucked me into the panties. She then kissed me and told me to come back to her place and to keep the lingerie on.

Her place was about an hour away from the mall. When I arrived, I knocked on the door and let myself in. She was bent over the arm of her couch, naked, ass in the air. “Please fuck my ass wearing the lingerie.” She was practically begging me with her tone, and her eyes. Who was I to refuse? Thankfully I was in my early 20's so recovery and going a second time was easy.

Lingerie became a regular part of our sex life, and it always ended up with a lot of hot anal sex. While the relationship is long gone, wearing lingerie still makes me horny as hell.

And that is how I became a lingerie slut.