It is a beautifully sunny day. We get up late, have breakfast and then decide to take a drive. We pass lush spring scenery, fields, small towns. Then we start seeing signs for an outlet mall...big signs listing all the stores...all the wonderful places to spend money and time. You are not too thrilled by it. You would rather get home for basketball. I scoot over close to you, kissing your neck, holding your hand. I sweetly ask if we can go to just one store...just one..a special store that I had read about.
As soon as we looked around, I would gladly go home and watch basketball with you. I REALLY like basketball now...and understand it much better with all your help. The sight of those guys in their little shorts...their cute little asses...and how happy everyone gets when someone makes a homerun...It is a thrill for me! I really want to watch with you. You smile at me..."just one store? "
"Oh, I promise...just one.." You agree, squeezing my hand and telling me the stats for the upcoming game. I listen raptly. We pull into the parking lot and approach the store I want to visit. A discreet sign out front says....DALLIANCE. We enter. It is filled with displays of the most beautiful clothes. The colors range from the palest pink to vibrant red. I can tell that you are already bored, busily looking for the chairs usually placed around for husbands and boyfriends. I walk around, gathering garments, selecting items for their colors, beauty, and appeal.
My arms are full. A saleslady approaches and introduces herself as Carolyn. She offers to show me to the dressing room, then turns to you and tells you that you are welcomed to join me. I see your face, can see you thinking......"oh, yes...sit in a cramped little room with one of those little benches.." I smile at you and ask you to join me, please. You follow slowly and reluctantly into the dressing room. Carolyn opens the door. We enter the most beautiful room I have ever seen.
Beautiful wallpaper, soft music, a mirror that can be positioned to catch anyplace in the room, a deep comfy chair with a footstool for you, a long double chaise with many pillows, even a small fridge. In the corner there is a large screen for me to change behind. carloyn smiles at our amazement and helps me take my selections behind the screen. She offers to get us anything before she leaves.
She gets you a glass of wine..and says call if we need her, then leaves. You sink into the armchair, smiling. "THIS is shopping..", you sigh. I go behind the screen and change into my first outfit. It is a lovely blue gown, silk, with a matching robe. It ties snugly around my waist, reaching the floor. The cool silk is making my nipples pucker and harden. I come out, pleased to see you watching for me. I model for you...dancing about the room, swirling and turning, the silk clinging to my legs. I untie the robe, letting it drop to the floor. Then I model the gown. It gently follows my body, my nipples obvious. My arms are bare.
The gown just skims over my hips and flows to the floor. Again I swirl for you. The gown billowing from me and then returning to caress my curves. You smile. "Yes, let's get that." My next choice is a full slip, so delicate and dainty. Made of cream silk with lace trim, the entire bodice is made from the finest lace. It is so beautiful, gossamer. I pin my hair up so only tiny curls frame my face...spray on some vanilla and leave the protection of the screen. The lace is so sheer, you can easily see my dark brown nipples through it, hard from contact with the lace.
My dark curlies are faintly visible through the thin silk, my legs are bare. I move to you, turning, allowing you to run your hand over my silk-clad ass, feeling the incredible smoothness and coolness of the slip. "Yes", you say, "that is something you need...let's get that." Here is one of my favorites...a rose outfit. Tap panties and a camisole top. The panties fit like shorts, long and loose on the legs, elastic hugging my waist. The camisole does not quite meet at the waist, so a thin strip of my tummy is exposed. The camisole is so lovely, with small buttons up the front, the thinnest straps holding it up over my shoulders. Again, an outfit of the smoothest silk, with embroidered flowers along the bodice. My tanned skin looks so lovely in this color. I let a few more curls frame my face and walk out to you. Your eyes light up and you beckon me to sit on the arm of your chair. I lean over to kiss you, lick your lips and caress your cheek. You lightly run your hand up my bare thigh, slipping your fingers inside the loose panties, just barely brushing my inner thigh. My eyes close. I wish you would do more, but you move your hand to my naked back and run your fingers along the tiny straps, back to front, just the faintest touch of you on my bare skin. "Yes", you whisper, "definitely, get this one. "I go behind the screen...the music is great...kind of low key and throbbing. There are vanilla candles burning on the shelves.
