I told her that I would, and that seemed to satisfy her, since she remained quiet until we were inside the next store.
It was another place that seemed to specialize in what I learned was called "intimate apparel" – negligees, nightgowns, and undergarments. At one point, Katherine passed on a bra and panty set, and I quietly told her "Katherine, you might want to look at those again." She turned to look at me questioningly, and I simply nodded my head that I was sure. She had them bring the model back in, and checked the items out again. After a bit, she asked if they had the things in her size, and they said they did; then she asked if it would be possible for her to try them on, as well as a few other things she'd seen. They assured her that was fine, and it didn't take long before one of the clerks brought the stuff in. Katherine asked where she could change, and they offered to show her to it. When she got up, I stayed where I was, figuring that I wasn't needed – but she surprised me by asking me to come with her. I figured she just wanted someone to stand outside the door or something to make sure she wasn't disturbed, and stood up to follow her and the clerk. We were led back to a small room that had one of those old-time privacy-screen things over in the corner. Katherine dismissed the clerk, and I started to back out of the room so she'd be alone, but she told me to stay, and close the door. I did as she said, though I wasn't real comfortable about it.
I felt a little better when Katherine went behind the screen, but I was still careful to face away from where she was. I heard an assortment of rustling noises, but didn't turn around; at least, not until I heard her tell me "No, don't do that, James. I wanted you in here so that you could look at me and let me know if this really looks as good as you seemed to think it would. So turn around, and tell me if you like it."
It took me a second to work up the nerve, but I did manage to get turned around so that I could see her – and about fell on the floor when I did.
She'd gotten out of her dress and other stuff, and was standing there wearing the bra and panty set, and not a damn thing else.
Since she'd said she wanted me to look, I did, and was glad for the chance. I saw that I'd been right about her bust being a little larger, and the bit of cleavage I'd first noticed proved to be just a sample of what the bra she was wore was displaying. The material and fit of the bra made it easy for me to tell that each of her breasts was generally shaped like half of a small melon, capped with a dark pink areola about the size of a silver dollar that sported a nipple that looked to be about the diameter of a large crayon. Each of her nipples stuck out far enough to make a distinct dent in the fabric of the bra, and unless my eyes were lying to me, looked to get a little longer and harder as I was looking at them. I couldn't help but notice that she also had a sparse dusting of pale freckles across her shoulders and upper chest.
Her belly was as flat as a woman's could be, and drew my eyes down to the small, sheer panties that matched the bra. Behind the material, I could easily tell that her pubic thatch was just a shade darker than what was on her head, and thick. It formed a small wedge that guided my eyes even lower, where I could see that the material dipped into her cleft a bit, forming something of a 'camel toe'. Bracketing her mound, her thighs were a perfect match for the bit of her legs that I'd already seen – smooth and trim, they seemed to make her legs go on forever. I was still trying to memorize the sight of her when she calmly turned around to show me how everything looked from the back, too – and I immediately fell in love with the size and shape of her ass.
I was trying to keep my cock from turning into a steel bar in my shorts when she turned to face me again. Hoping that she wouldn't notice the tenting of my pants, I managed to drag my eyes up to look her in the face as I told her "You", then clearing my throat so I could speak, "Um, you look good. I mean, real good."
Her smile and the amusement I could see in her eyes reassured me that she wasn't offended by the way I'd looked her over, and that she was pleased with the reaction and answer she'd gotten from me. She turned to look at herself in a full-length mirror on the wall, and I had the pleasure of seeing her in profile for a little while before she turned back to me to say "Yes, I think you were right – these DO look better on me than I thought they would."
Looking at me closely, she suddenly asked "You're not comfortable like this, are you?"
"Well, no."
"Why not?"
"Because even though I'm working for you, and you invited me in here and told me you wanted me to look at you, I'm still in a position where I'm not entirely able to stay completely… professional."
She looked a bit confused for a moment, then asked me "You're saying that seeing me like this makes you think of me more… personally, shall we say?"
"Yeah, that would be a good way to put it", I admitted.
She examined my face for several seconds before smiling and telling me "Again, thank you, James. I hadn't considered what affect it might have on YOU seeing me like this, but I'm not offended that you would think of me that way. If anything, I'm pleased and flattered to know that I still have that affect on men. I saw that you were looking at me more than I expected, but it simply didn't occur to me that you would be thinking of me in that way. Though now that I really think about it, that's just exactly what I wanted to happen when a man saw me in these. I apologize if my thoughtlessness has upset you, and I want you to know that I understand that you would think of me in a different way when I ask you how you think I'd look in something like these."
Then I saw as something else occurred to her, and she looked down to see that my pants were more than a little tight in one particular area. Without seeming to realize she was doing it, her hand moved to press her palm against my incipient erection. Surprised, she looked into my face and asked "I did this? I mean, letting you look at me this way made this happen?"
I couldn't help blushing slightly as I admitted "Uh, yeah, it did. Like I said, you look real good."
Closing her eyes, she released a soft moan – then surprised the Hell out of me by suddenly opening her eyes again, taking a step back, and quickly peeling the panties off. All I could do was look at the view she'd just given me: I could see that her bush was as thick as it had seemed, a luxurious patch of soft, short fur; the bottom of the vee showing a cleft where I knew her womanhood was. At the sight of her, my cock turned into a full-blown erection that not only tented the front of my pants, but felt like it would split them.
Her eyes locked onto the front of my pants, and she released another, deeper moan on seeing that I'd gotten even harder.
The two of us just stood there looking at each other that way for a full minute before she was able to move her gaze to my face, and tell me "My husband died in a plane crash several years ago. The insurance he had was outrageous, and added to the money we already had, it has made an ungodly sum. So much so that I've been afraid of having anything to do with the men that I've met – I've simply been too afraid that they were more interested in my money than in me. But now… today… knowing that you're excited because of what you see… that it's me, myself, that makes you hard… it brings out all the feelings and desires that I've had to hold in since I lost him… I had to take those off because I was getting SO excited that I was afraid that I'd stain them from how wet I could feel myself getting. And now, seeing you get even harder after I took them off… dear God, I need you!", before plastering herself against my front and starting to kiss me.