For the week following my first photo shoot I could not keep my mind on any topic, whatever I did that week my thoughts would flashback to the camera lens caressing the intimate areas of my body.
These flashbacks became so vivid that I had to carry clean panties in my purse so I could change them when they became soaked thru.
I found myself stopping at every mirror I passed checking my looks and how my clothing fell across my curves. I soon realized that I enjoyed hiking up my skirts a little more than normal or unbuttoning a few extra buttons on my blouse just for the thrill of maybe being seen.
John had not talked with me about the photo shoot since the shoot ended but I did notice that he seemed to smile a lot more than before. John also started holding my hand when we were in public and telling how great I looked. I found myself craving this attention more and more, and I knew just how to keep him interested.
John finally asked me if I might be interested in doing another shoot and if so when. I had all I could do to not just rip off my clothing right then but I decided that I would need some new sexy cloths before the camera caught me again and told John so.
John jumped at the chance to buy me some sexy cloths and he broke all speed records driving to the mall.
The first store we went into had a large junior section with a great selection of short skirts and tight low cut tops. I swear that John handed me every mini skirt in the store to try on along with many skin baring tops.
I finally selected a short white skirt, a denim micro mini skirt and a thin pink tank top to try on. John tried to follow me into the dressing room but I told him he'd need to stay out and wait with the other men waiting on their ladies.
The fitting room I selected had only a curtain to close for privacy and was in clear view of the men waiting outside. I closed the curtain carefully making sure that men would not be able to see me changing, I then took off my jeans and shirt and tried on the tank top and white skirt. I looked in the mirror and liked the outfit but was a little concerned as I could slightly see my bra thru the fabric.
I walked out of the fitting room to get John's opinion of the clothing, John said that he liked them a lot but commented about seeing my bra thru the top and he shyly said maybe it would look better if I left the bra off.
I returned to the fitting room and pulled the curtain shut, as I stood with my back to the curtain taking my top off I sensed movement behind me. I glanced in the mirror and could see that in my haste to try on the other cloths I didn't close the curtain carefully and there was a two inch gap allowing the men standing outside to have a small opening to see me changing.
Just the thought of them watching me made my heart beat faster and my mind started to spin. I continued to take my top off and as I removed the skirt I made a point to lightly rub against the curtain causing it to open to over six inches.
I put the denim skirt on and realized that this is the shortest skirt I have ever worn and here I was about to wear it out in a public store to show my husband. I casually glanced thru the gap in the curtain and I could see that I had gotten the attention of all the men standing outside the fitting room. This made me feel so empowered that I said what to hell and I took my bra off and put the thin tank top back on.
In the mirror I could clearly see my breasts thru the thin material and nipples had become so hard that I was in fear the material of the top would tear.
I pulled the curtain open and proudly walked out to show John and of course the other men standing around my outfit along with allowing them to see my nearly bare breasts. John had a large grin on his face as I approached and all he could say was WOW!
When I looked at the other men I see that I was having an effect on them also as they all had visible erections in their pants.
I returned to the dressing room and again neglected to close the curtain fully and removed the cloths, now standing in just my panties I could feel the dampness forming in my crotch.