“Yes,” we replied simultaneously.
“Well, I suppose you could come up to my room,” she said. “I wouldn’t be so uncomfortable with both of you. I’m sorry.”
“No, no. Of course, you’re right,” Jonah said. “I’m sure we could also prevail upon the desk or room service to send someone to help.”
“Oh, I’m sure that won’t be necessary,” Jo said, a bit abashed. “I’m sure it will be okay.”
“Shall we, then?” Jonah asked, rising to his feet as he finished his cognac.
As we rode the elevator up to Jo’s room, I was struck by how tiny she seemed next to Jonah. She was only about 5’4″, but a very lush 5’4″.
“That is quite a collection of samples,” Jonah noted when we had entered her room, a huge pile stacked against the wall. “Are you sure that this is not a bother for you?”
“No, it’s okay,” Jo replied, her face flushed, whether from the situation or the drinks, I had no idea. I was feeling no pain. “Is there anything in particular that you’d like to see?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” Jonah said. “I’ve never done this before. I guess I should see it all.”
“I’ll tell you what,” Jo said. “I’ll spread all of it out on the bed. That way you can see it and also compare it to the other things.”
Jonah and I sat in the comfortable lounge chairs that were in the room while Jo pulled things out of the various packages and arranged them on the bed.
“Take a look at these,” she said after several minutes.
Jonah and I got to our feet and walked over to the bed. It was covered with bras and panties of various types and colors. Jonah picked up a few of them, holding them up, turning them, trying to picture how they’d look.
“Is this all of it?” he asked.
“No, there’s more,” Jo replied. “But there wasn’t enough room on the bed.”
“Well, only a few of these seem interesting to me,” Jonah said. “I’m having a hard time picturing it.”
“That’s the main reason most women try them on,” Jo said with a smile.
“Can we see some more?” Jonah asked.
“Sure,” Jo replied, moving to stack the ones on the bed together. “These are more conventional,” she said. “These next ones are a bit more sexy,” she explained as she began to lay them out on the bed.
“I’ll say,” I observed, seeing the sheer material, the tiny pieces of material held together with string, some of them crotchless.
“Ah, this is more like it,” Jonah said, holding up several of them, looking at them. “But I still have a hard time picturing how they will look,” he said, holding one pair of panties down in front of Jo’s dress. “I don’t suppose that there’s any way I could prevail upon you to model some of them for us?” Jonah asked as he looked down at the diminutive woman.
“Oh, I just couldn’t,” Jo gasped, her eyes wide.
“You’d be just as covered if not more so than you are now,” Jonah pointed out. “It would really help me to make a decision.”
“I agree,” I said when she looked at me like a deer in the headlights. “I’m a typical man. I’ve never shopped for these things. I’ve only ever seen them on a woman. I’m having a hard time picturing it, too. But I’m not asking you to do it if it’s something that would make you uncomfortable. I’m sure my wife will be happy with whatever I bring her.”
“Yes, I suppose that is true,” Jonah said, a trace of sadness in his voice. “She would not dare to embarrass me by showing that it wasn’t something that she liked.”
“Look,” Jo said, a bit of a stricken look on her face. “I suppose I could model them for you. I started out as a lingerie model,” she admitted, blushing. “It’s just been a while.”
“Why don’t I order us something to drink,” Jonah suggested.
“I’d like that,” Jo agreed.
We chatted about the selection, Jo pointing out different details that apparently matter to women, waiting for room service to arrive. At the knock on the door, Jonah answered it, then returned with a bottle of Louis XIII and 3 snifters.
“This is such delicious cognac,” Jo sighed as she sipped hers. “I love the way it warms you as it slides down into your stomach.”
“I wouldn’t dream of anything but the best to thank you for the honor you are about to give us,” Jonah said.
“Well, I suppose I should get started,” Jo said, her cheeks flushed. “Which one would you like to see first?”
“Why don’t you decide the order,” Jonah suggested. “They all seem so nice.
“Okay,” Jo agreed after a moment’s hesitation.
We didn’t speak to each other during the time Jo disappeared into the bathroom. Then the bathroom door cracked open.
“Here I come,” Jo announced, then slipped into the room.
She was wearing a black set, the material fairly transparent. The panties were cut very low, almost to the crack of her pussy, while the top barely covered her rock-hard nipples, a lot of breast showing. She spun around and we could see that the material disappeared between her perfect ass cheeks.
“What do you think?” she asked, turning to face us, her cheeks flushed with color.
“It is very nice,” Jonah replied. “I’ve never been to a lingerie show. Is this how it is done?”
“Well, no, not really,” Jo admitted. “There are the big public shows and then there are the more private shows for the important buyers.”
“And which are we to be?” Jonah asked, a gleaming smile splitting his face. “Perhaps you could demonstrate the difference?”
“I’ll start again,” Jo said. “Like at a public show,” she said, heading back towards the bathroom.
This time she came towards us walking in a more sexy fashion. When she got right in front of us, she put her hands on her hips the thrust her hips towards us. Her feet were planted shoulder width apart and with the light shining from behind from the bathroom, we could see the slight indentation of her camel toe.
She then slowly turned, spreading her feet wider and leaning forward with her back arched, looking back over her shoulder as she pointed her taut ass at us. She then leaned over until her hands were gripping her ankles with her head between her legs looking at us. The split of her pussy was clearly visible now.
“That’s the public show,” Jo said a bit breathlessly as she slowly stood up and turned around, her eyes bright.
“That’s fantastic,” I said, my cock rock-hard in my pants.
“And the other?” Jonah asked.
“Why don’t I do that with the next set?” Jo suggested.
“I can’t wait,” Jonah replied with a huge smile.
Jo disappeared into the bathroom once more.
“That is one very sexy lady,” Jonah commented softly. “With a bit of luck, this is going to end up very nicely.”
“What do you…” I started to ask when Jo appeared once more.
This time she was wearing a red set. The panties were the smallest little strip of material covering her pussy and the rest string. The material was so see-thru as to not be there at all. The top wasn’t much better with the small pieces of material just barely covering her rock-hard nipples.
Jo sauntered over, standing in front of us, her hands on her hips, her legs spread. Moving closer to my chair, she lifted a foot and place it on the arm of the chair, spreading her thighs wide apart. Her pussy lips were clearly outlined by the material which was disappearing between them. She ran her hands down the inside of her thighs to her knees and back up again, letting her fingers trail along the edge of the material covering her pussy.