By then the car was parked neatly next to a sedan, the other side hugging an island that spaced rows of vehicles in the parking lot. 

“Let’s go in and I’ll show you,” she said.

After locking the car with the remote, she tossed the keys into her bag and promptly reached for my hand.  As we walked into the showroom she shoved her sunglasses on top of her head.  I followed suit.

Steps unfaltering, she led me to the rear of the building.  Upon reaching the bedroom section she asked eagerly, “What do you think? Which one should we get?” 

“What exactly am I helping pick out?” I asked.  An assortment of furnishings for the particular room of the house lay before us.

She bit her lip briefly then verified with a grin, “Our bed.”

“A new bed?” I repeated inanely. “But what’s wrong with the one you have already?” 

Silence.  Turning my head toward her I received yet another pointed look akin to the one imposed in the car minutes before.  Her earlier instruction resounded in my head. 

“Excuse me,” rolling my eyes for effect, “I meant our bed.”

Then it clicked.  I beamed with understanding and reiterated what the intended purchase was accompanied with the word of the day.

“Our new bed.” 

We smiled openly at each other as I moved closer.  “I love you.”  Brushing my lips on her cheek I gathered her in my arms for an embrace and said, “You’re amazing.”

“Shhh…” she joked, “you’ll spoil my reputation.”

Repositioning to align her mouth with my ear she murmured seductively, “T, imagine which bed you’d like to be on while I touch you. Taste you.” 

“Which mattress do you want beneath us,” she elucidated in a timbre meant only for lovers “while I’m inside you?” 

With that she licked just below my earlobe then broke our embrace. Sauntering farther into the immediate area she stopped short of the display mattresses available for sale.  She stood outwardly calm considering the choices before her. 

Conversely, still recovering from the heat of her words I blindly reached for the headboard of a neighboring sleigh bed’s frame to steady myself. 

Had we been observed, our contact could not have been accused of any impropriety.  Neither in terms of length nor proximity given the public setting.  The content was another matter but that was reserved for personal consumption. 

Deciding she wasn’t the only one capable of raising awareness I stirred.  Her daring forwardness would be matched. 

Advancing, I came to a halt just behind her, close enough to lay my chin on her shoulder, my head angled up slightly to accommodate the pose.

“It’s hard to say,” I said seriously.  “I think we’d have to try them out.” 

A brazen overtone laced each whispered word that followed,  “Work our way from firm to pillow top.” 

Suggestively stroking her stomach then the length of her thigh, “Varying our positions of course.”  My thumb grazed the inner part close to where the tingling in my own body was present.  The deed emboldened by fact that our lower bodies were shielded from view by the surrounding items.

Murmuring huskily I provoked reaction, “Maybe even a new one?” 

“Do you think they’d mind?” I finished innocently.

Her intake of breath in response to the imagery created and personal touch was extremely satisfying.  It confirmed yet again that I could excite her just as easily.

Turning she tipped her head to one side, her laugh was low and throaty.  “I don’t think that’s part of the buying experience here T.” 

“I believe realization of that vividly imagined act should be confined and practiced behind closed doors.” Softly she continued, “New positions included.”

“All right you prude.”  Resting my hands on her hips I slid closer. 

“But later,” I enticed mischievously “on the bed in our house…we’re practicing.”

Shaking her head she reprimanded with humor, “Baby, I think you’re spending too much time with Alice.  Hmmm…maybe Shane.”

Then with a sly wink added, “But since practice makes perfect.”  Her smile was deliciously *****.

Practice makes perfect.  If so then we must have practiced more than enough.

That thought, I kept to myself.