Grandma Lingerie Novels & Stories

It was like he was insinuating that we were already together. I quickly took out the gifts I bought, trying to conceal my embarrassment. I had bought clothes for everyone. Grandma Rose's gift was a fashionably modified dress with hand-embroidered details. I had to thank Atlas for this; he found a skilled folk artisan, but I personally selected the wine-red dress adorned with magnolia embroidery, which looked elegant and dignified. I also paired it with a shawl of the same color, exuding a sense of luxury.

She went to the make up counter with a list from the spa from earlier of supplies she would need to complete her daily routine. “La Perla has closed their Michigan Avenue store.” Brayden told her as if that was supposed to mean something to her. She just nodded as though she understood him. “So we will have to visit the lingerie section here.” “L-Lingerie?” Meredith gaped. “But you promised no sex.” “You still need to have proper clothes. I am not having my wife wearing granny panties.” “I only have one pair of granny panties and I think they’re cute.” She told him and he raised an eyebrow as if he didn’t believe her but said nothing more.

“Hello. Your mom said you can help me?” The woman looped her arm around Emma Jean’s and happily greeted her. “You would be correct. I just got off the phone with mom and she said to give you the full works. You need at the very least two weeks worth of lingerie. Better to have more than less. But first we have to find you the right set for that amazing dress You bought. Oh, I have seen that dress it is to die for. And with your curvaceous figure you will be the belle of the gala.”

We tested all the clothes the girl provided until we picked out the best. “My world, you look hot in that!” Grandma exclaims when she sees the dress I'm putting on—- a silky olive green satin gown that clings to my body with smooth, liquid shine. It has a cowl neckline and delicate spaghetti straps that highlight my shoulders and collarbone, and a thigh-high slit that gives it a sensual finish, enough to tease the man I'm meeting tonight. “Isn't this too much!?” I ask her in a whisper, feeling uncomfortable that I'm dressed like this to see another man.

Camille's POV "Too much?" I grinned at Gavriel who eyed my lingerie like it was some forbidden contraption that I shouldn't be wearing. Perhaps it should be forbidden. I gotten it a year ago when I had been on one of my many shopping sprees. It was a one-piece black lingerie made from ropes and tiny patches of fabric. The tiny patches covered my nipples and a bit of pussy. Asides from the patches, well I was practically naked. But that was one of things I loved about lingeries. They made covers just wanted men to see but let enough to tease a reaction out of them.