Chapter Twenty-four, Shopping
Posted by DiF on Saturday, September 10, 2011
Title: Alternate Realities: Chapter Twenty-four, Shopping
Rating: R [language, sexual situations]
Summary: Adam is on a mission to prove that Kylia is sexy. Only can he handle it himself?
After their early morning excursion, Kylia was far too awake to go back to sleep. And the way she was bubbling, Adam found himself far more energized than a triple shot of espresso would do. There was something remarkable about watching the sun rise with such a lovely and bubbly woman. This was the woman he knew was inside her, the one he had hoped to re-find by bringing her here to the Hawaiian Islands. Seemingly it took a morning sunrise to reveal her in all her happy glory. He would have to remember that for further reference.
“What are you thinking?” Kylia suddenly asked, looking directly into his eyes.
Adam smiled, “That you’re beautiful.”
“Ha. You’ve not seen me in a bathing suit yet. I wouldn’t claim such things.”
“We should change that. Let’s go to the beach.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“The aforementioned bathing suit comment.”
Moving over to where she sat in a lounge chair on their balcony, Adam knelt beside her, “You are beautiful. I am sure you will be even sexier in your bathing suit.”
“You packed my clothes. You should know I don’t even have a bathing suit,” Kylia pointed out.
His mouth opened to respond, but he closed his lips upon realization that she was in fact correct. He hadn’t found a bathing suit amongst her things at either her apartment or his mother’s house when preparing for the trip. It had been something he meant to rectify before they arrived in Hawaii. But it had slipped from his mind and now she was without a bathing suit and trying to use that as an excuse to not enjoy the Hawaiian sun.
“Well that’s a simple thing to solve. We’re going shopping,” he declared, standing back up and holding out his hand. “I’m pretty sure they sell bathing suits in Hawaii.”
“No.”
“Why not?” he dropped his hand.
“I’m fat, Adam. I do not want to be seen or even wear a bathing suit. We are not going shopping for one,” she declared.
He frowned, “You’re not fat, Kylia. You’re beautiful.”
She snorted, “I am.”
“What makes you think that?”
Getting up from her seat, she headed back into the suite. Without a word she clicked on the TV, found MTV, and tossed the remote aside. She padded over to her carry on bag and pulled a glossy magazine out of it. Waiting for whatever she was going to show him, Adam had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that this wasn’t going to go well.
“Here,” she thrust the magazine into his hands, opened up to a certain page. “And look at any of the girls on the TV screen.”
Adam didn’t bother glancing at the prepubescents on the MTV show, but his eyes did glance over the magazine page, “Kylia, this is a magazine. Whose goal in life is to make you feel bad so that you buy the next copy to find some way to solve whatever issue they brought up in the last one.”
“Can you honestly say that article isn’t true? That you have better sex when you’re thin? That a size 0 is more attractive?” she blurted out.
He tossed the magazine into the nearest trash can, “No. Not in the least. I clearly cannot deny the fact that I’ve slept with some women whom I was afraid would look fucking pregnant if they ate a grape. And you know what? They have never made me nearly as horny as I am around you.”
She scoffed, “Sure.”
“You know that adage that men think about sex like every six seconds or something?”
“It’s not true.”
“Well no. Because then we would never get anything done and always have erections,” Adam claimed. “But the point of the matter is, I think about sex with you at least three or four times a day. No one else. You.”
“Yeah right,” she snorted.
Hearing some VJ talking about something that distracted him for a moment, Adam picked up the remote and clicked off the TV and turned his attention back to her, “I do. I won’t deny that I have looked at other women. And you know what? I don’t compare you to them. It’s the other way around. I don’t get a thrill looking at anyone but you. You are beautiful.”
She shook her head, “I’m not. I can’t even fit my arm in the dresses half of LA wears. I am not—”
Adam silenced her protestation by kissing her, “You are beautiful.”
“I am n—”
“Yes, you are. There is nothing you can ever say to convince me otherwise. I knowyou’re beautiful,” he proclaimed. “Heart, soul, and body. You are.”
She closed her eyes, “I want to believe you but everything says I shouldn’t.”
“What’s everything?”
“TV, magazines, everyone else in my life before you,” Kylia said.
“How many times do I have to tell you that everyone before me was retarded?”
“At least one more time.”
“You are beautiful.”
Celebrity certainly had its perks. Within an hour of managing to get her to smile again, Adam had called up a nearby swim shop and had it closed for their shopping needs. This also meant that all of the salesgirls were lavishing attention and praise on Kylia, something worth the very fact they closed the shop down for him alone. He hadn’t yet seen her in any of the dozens of suits they had taken into the dressing room, but he wasn’t worried. She was beautiful; finding a bathing suit that accentuated her charms would happen. His only worry was trying to keep his hands off of her. He had certainly meant that he thought about sex with her many times a day. When he woke up, before he went to sleep, when he was in the shower were the few times he allowed himself to. Otherwise he certainly would walk around with an erection all the time. And he knew that wouldn’t be a pleasant experience for him nor anyone around him. And oh how the tabloids would have a field day. He could just see the headlines n—
“Adam?” her soft voice interrupted his musings.
His eyes went to hers first, before noticing she was holding a cover up close. She wanted to model for him? This was certainly a step in the right direction, perhaps a giant leap. As he stood from the plush armchair he sat in, Adam realized he was holding his breath. Yes, it was a big deal, but that big of one? He was uncertain.
“I want your honest opinion,” she declared.
“Scouts honor,” he lifted his hand, eyes on hers.
Nodding, she stepped fully out of the dressing room, noticing the salesgirls were grinning. Never before had she even dared to try on something like what she currently hid under a dark blue wrap. While she felt a bit exposed, she also felt sexier than she had... ever.
“Ready?” she asked.
Adam nodded eagerly.
Slowly she pulled the wrap open and released it, letting it flutter to the floor. It took all of her willpower to not cover herself with her hands as his eyes slowly swept over her body. Dropping the cover up revealed dark fuchsia suit – a bikini. Blue and white crystals sparkled in flower patterns on the underwire top, supporting her breasts perfectly to create deep cleavage. A band of smaller crystalline flowers sparkled at the band of the bottoms, the double strings holding it close tipped with similar crystals.
Saying nothing, though in his mind he was hurriedly trying to think of things to keep his body from visually showing his arousal, Adam motioned for her to turn so he could see all of her. Slowly Kylia complied, worry beginning to show on her face at his silence.
“Well?” she asked meekly.
“I hate it,” he blurted out.
Her shoulders instantly dropped, her eyes filled with tears, “I knew it. I should have stuck to the—”
“Because I’m going to have to fit off every single and most of the not single men on this island who see you in it,” Adam interrupted. “You have to be the sexiest woman in the world. This bikini was made for you.”
“You think so?”
Adam closed the space between them, kissing her passionately before replying, “I know so. But I don’t think you’re going to be wearing it long.”
Kylia flushed, her eyes going down to the floor. Her blush deepened when she visually realized how much he meant his statement.
“Are there other colors?” Adam asked, drawing her eyes back up to his.
“Um, I think so,” she responded, her cheeks still filled with blood.
His eyes flicked to the salesgirls, “We’ll take one in every color that suits her complexion in this cut. As well as any accessories you and Kylia believe are necessary.”
“Yes, Mr. Levine,” the girls nodded, splintering off to fill his request.
Eyes meeting Kylia’s again, Adam smiled, “You better go change before I find it necessary to join you in the dressing room.”
Deciding with as well as the bathing suit shopping had gone, he was going to try his luck and push just a bit further, Adam found a nearby lingerie store with the assistance of the swim shop’s manager. After making similar arrangements, he turned to Kylia. Her eyes met his, light shining in her chocolate orbs like sparkling gold. He knew the bags of swim wear at her feet had a decent role in her happiness, but not necessarily because of the actual objects. Adam knew his reaction to her sultriness was the leading factor into her happiness and he was intent on kicking it up a notch. Lingerie was his next step.
“Ready, sexy?” he asked after returning his credit card to his wallet.
Her eyes held his, though a flush touched her face again, “I am.”
Picking up her bags before she could, Adam motioned to the door with his eyes. Thanking the store once more, he followed his curvy woman out of the store. Just watching her hips sway as she headed to their car made him groan. How was he going to make it through the lingerie store? Had he lost his mind?
“Adam?” her innocent eyes went to his.
“We have one more stop to make,” he declared, a touch of frustration in his voice as he opened the trunk.
“Oh?”
“Yes. That’s all you get to know,” Adam commented, setting the packages down and closing the trunk. “Oh and also I don’t know that we’ll make it to the beach today.”
“Why’s that?”
“Just trust me,” he responded.
A few minutes later they pulled into the parking lot of the lingerie boutique. Her eyes looked at the store, noticing the closed sign. Instantly she knew what was going on and her unspoken questions went directly to Adam’s eyes. He smiled, kissed her, and climbed out of the car. With the same instructions to the salesgirls in the lingerie store as he had in the swim store, Adam found a comfortable seat to wait out the adventure. He wasn’t entirely sure that Kylia would model for him this time, as lingerie wasn’t a public garment like a bathing suit. But in the event that she did, he was prepared with thoughts to keep his cock from reacting; he hoped.
Nearly an hour later one of the salesgirls approached him, “Mr. Levine?”
He looked up from the catalog he was looking at for the four hundredth time, “Yes?”
“Miss Monroe would like to see you,” she declared.
Nodding, he set the catalog down and followed the girl to the dressing room. She stepped aside and the other salesgirl stepped out. Finding that a bit peculiar, he entered the room, quickly glanced about and decided she had to be in the large stall at the end of the dressing room. Stopping at the door, he knocked softly.
“Kylia?”
She opened the door and Adam nearly collapsed to his knees. Standing in front of him, Kylia was attired in a completely sheer black bra and panty set. The top of edge of the bra was trimmed with a playful dark pink ruffle and a matching tiny ruffled sheer skirt topped her panties. A tiny jewel sparkled in the center of her breasts.
“Is this.... okay?” she muttered.
Without a word he stepped fully into the changing room, letting the door close more loudly than he would have preferred had be been paying attention. Answering her question nonverbally, his arms circled her body, pulling her in close, making Kylia squeak. His mouth devoured hers, his tongue plunging into her surprised mouth.
“Adam?” she muttered against his mouth.
He pulled away quickly, turning his back to her to take a deep breath, “Did you... did you find others?”
“Yes. Are you okay?”
Adam glanced back at her, smiling slightly, “Oh, yes, baby, I am. We need to go back to the hotel. Right now.”
“All right,” she replied cautiously. “I’ll just get my own underwear and clothes on and—”
“Turn,” he instructed.
Complying she turned her back to Adam. He groaned, noticing that the flirty little skirt skimmed over a thong. Biting his bottom lip, he focused on his intended purpose and quickly pulled the tags off of the garments.
“Keep it on,” he declared. “You won’t be wearing it long anyways.”
Rating: R [language, sexual situations]
Summary: Adam is on a mission to prove that Kylia is sexy. Only can he handle it himself?
After their early morning excursion, Kylia was far too awake to go back to sleep. And the way she was bubbling, Adam found himself far more energized than a triple shot of espresso would do. There was something remarkable about watching the sun rise with such a lovely and bubbly woman. This was the woman he knew was inside her, the one he had hoped to re-find by bringing her here to the Hawaiian Islands. Seemingly it took a morning sunrise to reveal her in all her happy glory. He would have to remember that for further reference.
“What are you thinking?” Kylia suddenly asked, looking directly into his eyes.
Adam smiled, “That you’re beautiful.”
“Ha. You’ve not seen me in a bathing suit yet. I wouldn’t claim such things.”
“We should change that. Let’s go to the beach.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“The aforementioned bathing suit comment.”
Moving over to where she sat in a lounge chair on their balcony, Adam knelt beside her, “You are beautiful. I am sure you will be even sexier in your bathing suit.”
“You packed my clothes. You should know I don’t even have a bathing suit,” Kylia pointed out.
His mouth opened to respond, but he closed his lips upon realization that she was in fact correct. He hadn’t found a bathing suit amongst her things at either her apartment or his mother’s house when preparing for the trip. It had been something he meant to rectify before they arrived in Hawaii. But it had slipped from his mind and now she was without a bathing suit and trying to use that as an excuse to not enjoy the Hawaiian sun.
“Well that’s a simple thing to solve. We’re going shopping,” he declared, standing back up and holding out his hand. “I’m pretty sure they sell bathing suits in Hawaii.”
“No.”
“Why not?” he dropped his hand.
“I’m fat, Adam. I do not want to be seen or even wear a bathing suit. We are not going shopping for one,” she declared.
He frowned, “You’re not fat, Kylia. You’re beautiful.”
She snorted, “I am.”
“What makes you think that?”
Getting up from her seat, she headed back into the suite. Without a word she clicked on the TV, found MTV, and tossed the remote aside. She padded over to her carry on bag and pulled a glossy magazine out of it. Waiting for whatever she was going to show him, Adam had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that this wasn’t going to go well.
“Here,” she thrust the magazine into his hands, opened up to a certain page. “And look at any of the girls on the TV screen.”
Adam didn’t bother glancing at the prepubescents on the MTV show, but his eyes did glance over the magazine page, “Kylia, this is a magazine. Whose goal in life is to make you feel bad so that you buy the next copy to find some way to solve whatever issue they brought up in the last one.”
“Can you honestly say that article isn’t true? That you have better sex when you’re thin? That a size 0 is more attractive?” she blurted out.
He tossed the magazine into the nearest trash can, “No. Not in the least. I clearly cannot deny the fact that I’ve slept with some women whom I was afraid would look fucking pregnant if they ate a grape. And you know what? They have never made me nearly as horny as I am around you.”
She scoffed, “Sure.”
“You know that adage that men think about sex like every six seconds or something?”
“It’s not true.”
“Well no. Because then we would never get anything done and always have erections,” Adam claimed. “But the point of the matter is, I think about sex with you at least three or four times a day. No one else. You.”
“Yeah right,” she snorted.
Hearing some VJ talking about something that distracted him for a moment, Adam picked up the remote and clicked off the TV and turned his attention back to her, “I do. I won’t deny that I have looked at other women. And you know what? I don’t compare you to them. It’s the other way around. I don’t get a thrill looking at anyone but you. You are beautiful.”
She shook her head, “I’m not. I can’t even fit my arm in the dresses half of LA wears. I am not—”
Adam silenced her protestation by kissing her, “You are beautiful.”
“I am n—”
“Yes, you are. There is nothing you can ever say to convince me otherwise. I knowyou’re beautiful,” he proclaimed. “Heart, soul, and body. You are.”
She closed her eyes, “I want to believe you but everything says I shouldn’t.”
“What’s everything?”
“TV, magazines, everyone else in my life before you,” Kylia said.
“How many times do I have to tell you that everyone before me was retarded?”
“At least one more time.”
“You are beautiful.”
Celebrity certainly had its perks. Within an hour of managing to get her to smile again, Adam had called up a nearby swim shop and had it closed for their shopping needs. This also meant that all of the salesgirls were lavishing attention and praise on Kylia, something worth the very fact they closed the shop down for him alone. He hadn’t yet seen her in any of the dozens of suits they had taken into the dressing room, but he wasn’t worried. She was beautiful; finding a bathing suit that accentuated her charms would happen. His only worry was trying to keep his hands off of her. He had certainly meant that he thought about sex with her many times a day. When he woke up, before he went to sleep, when he was in the shower were the few times he allowed himself to. Otherwise he certainly would walk around with an erection all the time. And he knew that wouldn’t be a pleasant experience for him nor anyone around him. And oh how the tabloids would have a field day. He could just see the headlines n—
“Adam?” her soft voice interrupted his musings.
His eyes went to hers first, before noticing she was holding a cover up close. She wanted to model for him? This was certainly a step in the right direction, perhaps a giant leap. As he stood from the plush armchair he sat in, Adam realized he was holding his breath. Yes, it was a big deal, but that big of one? He was uncertain.
“I want your honest opinion,” she declared.
“Scouts honor,” he lifted his hand, eyes on hers.
Nodding, she stepped fully out of the dressing room, noticing the salesgirls were grinning. Never before had she even dared to try on something like what she currently hid under a dark blue wrap. While she felt a bit exposed, she also felt sexier than she had... ever.
“Ready?” she asked.
Adam nodded eagerly.
Slowly she pulled the wrap open and released it, letting it flutter to the floor. It took all of her willpower to not cover herself with her hands as his eyes slowly swept over her body. Dropping the cover up revealed dark fuchsia suit – a bikini. Blue and white crystals sparkled in flower patterns on the underwire top, supporting her breasts perfectly to create deep cleavage. A band of smaller crystalline flowers sparkled at the band of the bottoms, the double strings holding it close tipped with similar crystals.
Saying nothing, though in his mind he was hurriedly trying to think of things to keep his body from visually showing his arousal, Adam motioned for her to turn so he could see all of her. Slowly Kylia complied, worry beginning to show on her face at his silence.
“Well?” she asked meekly.
“I hate it,” he blurted out.
Her shoulders instantly dropped, her eyes filled with tears, “I knew it. I should have stuck to the—”
“Because I’m going to have to fit off every single and most of the not single men on this island who see you in it,” Adam interrupted. “You have to be the sexiest woman in the world. This bikini was made for you.”
“You think so?”
Adam closed the space between them, kissing her passionately before replying, “I know so. But I don’t think you’re going to be wearing it long.”
Kylia flushed, her eyes going down to the floor. Her blush deepened when she visually realized how much he meant his statement.
“Are there other colors?” Adam asked, drawing her eyes back up to his.
“Um, I think so,” she responded, her cheeks still filled with blood.
His eyes flicked to the salesgirls, “We’ll take one in every color that suits her complexion in this cut. As well as any accessories you and Kylia believe are necessary.”
“Yes, Mr. Levine,” the girls nodded, splintering off to fill his request.
Eyes meeting Kylia’s again, Adam smiled, “You better go change before I find it necessary to join you in the dressing room.”
Deciding with as well as the bathing suit shopping had gone, he was going to try his luck and push just a bit further, Adam found a nearby lingerie store with the assistance of the swim shop’s manager. After making similar arrangements, he turned to Kylia. Her eyes met his, light shining in her chocolate orbs like sparkling gold. He knew the bags of swim wear at her feet had a decent role in her happiness, but not necessarily because of the actual objects. Adam knew his reaction to her sultriness was the leading factor into her happiness and he was intent on kicking it up a notch. Lingerie was his next step.
“Ready, sexy?” he asked after returning his credit card to his wallet.
Her eyes held his, though a flush touched her face again, “I am.”
Picking up her bags before she could, Adam motioned to the door with his eyes. Thanking the store once more, he followed his curvy woman out of the store. Just watching her hips sway as she headed to their car made him groan. How was he going to make it through the lingerie store? Had he lost his mind?
“Adam?” her innocent eyes went to his.
“We have one more stop to make,” he declared, a touch of frustration in his voice as he opened the trunk.
“Oh?”
“Yes. That’s all you get to know,” Adam commented, setting the packages down and closing the trunk. “Oh and also I don’t know that we’ll make it to the beach today.”
“Why’s that?”
“Just trust me,” he responded.
A few minutes later they pulled into the parking lot of the lingerie boutique. Her eyes looked at the store, noticing the closed sign. Instantly she knew what was going on and her unspoken questions went directly to Adam’s eyes. He smiled, kissed her, and climbed out of the car. With the same instructions to the salesgirls in the lingerie store as he had in the swim store, Adam found a comfortable seat to wait out the adventure. He wasn’t entirely sure that Kylia would model for him this time, as lingerie wasn’t a public garment like a bathing suit. But in the event that she did, he was prepared with thoughts to keep his cock from reacting; he hoped.
Nearly an hour later one of the salesgirls approached him, “Mr. Levine?”
He looked up from the catalog he was looking at for the four hundredth time, “Yes?”
“Miss Monroe would like to see you,” she declared.
Nodding, he set the catalog down and followed the girl to the dressing room. She stepped aside and the other salesgirl stepped out. Finding that a bit peculiar, he entered the room, quickly glanced about and decided she had to be in the large stall at the end of the dressing room. Stopping at the door, he knocked softly.
“Kylia?”
She opened the door and Adam nearly collapsed to his knees. Standing in front of him, Kylia was attired in a completely sheer black bra and panty set. The top of edge of the bra was trimmed with a playful dark pink ruffle and a matching tiny ruffled sheer skirt topped her panties. A tiny jewel sparkled in the center of her breasts.
“Is this.... okay?” she muttered.
Without a word he stepped fully into the changing room, letting the door close more loudly than he would have preferred had be been paying attention. Answering her question nonverbally, his arms circled her body, pulling her in close, making Kylia squeak. His mouth devoured hers, his tongue plunging into her surprised mouth.
“Adam?” she muttered against his mouth.
He pulled away quickly, turning his back to her to take a deep breath, “Did you... did you find others?”
“Yes. Are you okay?”
Adam glanced back at her, smiling slightly, “Oh, yes, baby, I am. We need to go back to the hotel. Right now.”
“All right,” she replied cautiously. “I’ll just get my own underwear and clothes on and—”
“Turn,” he instructed.
Complying she turned her back to Adam. He groaned, noticing that the flirty little skirt skimmed over a thong. Biting his bottom lip, he focused on his intended purpose and quickly pulled the tags off of the garments.
“Keep it on,” he declared. “You won’t be wearing it long anyways.”
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