Saturday morning, the sun is shining through the curtains
and we’re going out for the day, you’re taking me shopping which you never normally do and I reckon you have an ulterior motive.
The car is hot and my legs are sticking slightly on the black leather seat, it smells like the hot summer day that it is, and my arm is resting on the hot surface of the passenger door enjoying the breeze from the open window. There’s a tension in the air it’s a good sort of tension but it unnerves me slightly because I don’t understand it’s cause.
We arrive at the precinct and it’s very busy with lots of shoppers, the women in short summer dresses baring nearly all, and their boyfriends tagging along, with wandering eyes checking out the legs, and other tanned body parts on display all around them.
I watch your eyes as a stunning blonde walks past us, and your eyes didn’t move, I guess you must have felt me watching you. :o)
You’re holding my hand as we walk leisurely it’s nice not to be in a hurry, the sun is beating down on us and I feel really happy that we’re together.
I’m wearing a baby blue summer dress and actually my breasts are receiving a fair bit of attention themselves which never hurts for a bit of an ego boost, you don’t seem to notice the eyes in my direction and that’s just fine with me. You’re really sweet in the first shop we go in, and you try
to show an interest in the clothes I’m looking at, it makes me smile because you don’t really have a clue what you’re talking about but your effort is much appreciated and noted. I find what I’m looking for in the first shop, which is typical of me “easily pleased” and well it pleases you too.
“How about some new shoes to go with that new outfit?” you say to me, and I really wonder what you’re up to, we walk to the shoe shop in sight and you sit on a seat and watch quietly.
I try on a pair of black stilettos and walk back and forth along the length of the mirrored wall, just to see if I can actually walk in these things and actually I can and they make my feet look sexy and my legs look much longer.
“Try on these” you say holding up a pair of red strappy ones, “They’re red” I say and raise my brows at you, you smile and I try them on because actually I’ve never worn red shoes before and I’m a bit curious now.
They make my skin look pale but they go really well with the red nail varnish I have on my toes and instantly I fall in love with them. I can’t believe that somehow you’ve convinced me to buy these and before I have a chance to change my mind they’re paid for and we’re heading off out the door.
“Where next?” I say,
“Anne summers” you say.
My feet are starting to ache now as we approach the shop and weave our way through the rows of sexy lingerie. My fingers brush the soft and not so soft fabric of the things that catch my eye. Behind the counter some girls giggle amongst themselves and I wonder who bares the brunt of their private joke.
“What are we here to buy exactly?” I say
“Lingerie” you say.
The shop has changing rooms so people can try on different things providing they don’t remove the hygiene strips ha! I grab the things I like, pay for some stockings and you follow me to the room out back, it sounds seedy doesn’t it and actually it feels that way too but I’m liking it, and so
are you.
The lady on the door to the room we enter smiles at us both and I feel like we’re about to perform for an audience, the thought gives me pleasant subtle twinges between my legs.
Inside the cubicle I strip off completely and it feels a little strange to me, You sit on a chair in the corner while I dress myself in a black and red Basque with matching knickers, the Basque is mostly black but has red ribbons on the left at the right sides, crisscrossed and showing my tanned flesh beneath, I carefully put on the black stockings and then add the red shoes I’ve just bought, not until I am completely ready do I look in the mirror beside me, I am amazed at how wild I look. I also think I look very slutty and unusually tall. Opening the curtain I walk towards you, your mouth is agape and your eyes they tell me things your mouth can’t find the words to say.
The mirror out here in our private room is bigger and I study myself as I walk back
and forwards in front of you.
I feel my pussy getting wetter as you watch me and I think that my juices might be soaking through the hygiene strip and realise that I’m definitely going to be buying this now.
I walk up to you and turn around so my bottom is in front of you, you place your hands on me shakily and caress my round smooth ass, I moan quietly as your fingers squeeze me.