In preparation for a big party we were invited to, You and I went to the shops in New York. I wanted a nice, somewhat "daring" dress, and we had to go to the more expensive shops to find a suitable one. I used you as an indication as to whether the dress I was trying on, was "exciting" enough. I knew you wanted me to wear something which would show my body off, and I let you believe I was doing it for your sake. You likes the simple type with a bare back and just a couple of strings to hold up the front, usually tied at the back of the neck, or perhaps with a more elaborate string system, and sort too, as they show off my body nicely and long sexy legs. As I tried on the third one , I started to suspect that You just had me trying on so many because he liked that fact that I had to strip practically naked in the fitting-room to change into them.
I knew you must be watching me change, what guy wouldn't? . I bent down to get my shoes off (I had brought high heels along to try on with the dresses, as they don't look good in flat shoes), even though I could have waited until I had my T-shirt on again after taking off the last dress. I only had on my small pink panties, which I was going to wear under the dress, and as I imagined you looking at me changing, I felt my nipples go hard.
I left the curtain 8 to 10 inches open. I started to slip the dress over my head again. In the mirror I saw some movement through the opening. It was you, you had positioned yourself so you could have a clear view of me through the opening in the curtains. I let the dress drop down again. I turned around looking at it from and both sides.
I pretended to check how revealing it was by lifting the material away at the sides baring my breasts. I turned back and forth pretending to look at myself in the mirror but actually I was looking at you. You are handsome and very sexy, I found myself getting really excited and I wet my fingers and squeezed my nipples hard. I let the material cover my breasts again and pretended to check how much my hard nipples were visible through the material. I wondered how that made you feel. The dress clung to my body. I stretched it down over my ass pretending to see how much my pink thong strings were visible through the material. I decided they were too obvious and lifted up the dress so that I could try to reposition them, and at the same time letting him see a good deal of my ass. I was still quite tanned from the summer, and I had a distinct white area where my bikini bottoms had been. I always find that this area is rather private, because it indicates where you haven't otherwise been willing to reveal in public.
Having tanned breasts shows that you sunbathe topless, but baring the white parts of my ass is to me really exciting. After having dropped the dress again I could still see the outline of my pink thong, so I lifted up the dress once again, and this time removing the panties completely. I made sure the dress stayed up above the cheeks of my bottom as I bent down to untangle the panties from my shoes, giving you a perfect view of my upturned rear-end. I keep my pubic hair shaved as I cannot otherwise wear small bikini bottoms. However, I know that from that position you must have been able to see my swollen lips, which were probably obviously glistening wet from my excited state.
As I stood up again I looked in the mirror. You was right at the opening, not even pretending not to look in. I realised that you was looking straight at my eyes in the mirror, and was obviously well aware that I was looking at you also. I didn't look away but kept staring back - provocatively indicating that I didn't mind. You could look as much as you liked - or more if you dared. I looked away again, smoothing the material over my ass. Obviously now there was no outline, but on the other hand it clung to the body in a way which also definitely showed that I wasn't wearing anything underneath. Did I dare to go to the party like this?