“Oh, this is kinda cute!” Cindy said, holding up a dress. The dress was vinyl. It had vinyl straps holding up a top that was cut low across the front. It was short. And the front was connected to the back by 3 one-inch vinyl strips on each side. The strips separated the two halves by about six inches, leaving a wide expanse of skin to be seen. It was slightly narrower at the waist than at the top and bottom, allowing the chance of a glimpse of breast at the top, and who knows what at the bottom.
“Yep, it sure is.” I replied. “I think you should try that one on.”
“I’ll think about it.” She said, noting its position on the floor.
We were in an adult shop, stopping in late after a bit of a night on the town.
I thought the dress would be just about the right length – very short – and I liked the other features as well.
As was customary, when we walked into the shop to look around, Cindy had headed straight for the clothing. I had scoped the place out a bit. It had the counter in the middle of the store, with the clothing racks on one side, the leather and toy stuff along with the dressing rooms on the other side, and in the back were long shelves of movies for rent and for sale. There were perhaps 6 or 7 men roaming in the racks, searching for the movie that looked just right. The clerk was a youngish man, who looked bored when we walked through the door, but who seemed to perk up when he got a good look at Cindy.
She was already wearing a short dress, just a few inches below her crotch, with a loose top held up by spaghetti straps. As she searched through the clothes, bending and contorting, I’m sure the show was entertaining. She liked sexy clothes, and so did I.
She moved through the racks, looking at every item. She would pull an interesting dress or skirt or blouse out and hold it up to her, sizing it up. Sometimes she would ask my opinion, which was usually enthusiastic. I didn’t normally relish clothes shopping with her, but in places like this I enjoyed the experience.
After a while, she had decided on a few things she liked, and decided to try them all on.
Cindy took the vinyl dress off the rack and approached the clerk.
“Is it ok if I try this on?” she asked, flashing her winning smile.
“Of course.” He replied, “Try everything on if you want. The changing rooms are over there, and there is a full length mirror along the front wall.”
He pointed to the mirror, which was in among the leather harnesses. I noted with amusement that it was a good twenty feet from the changing rooms. There would be a little excitement generated here tonight. Cindy took the dress in to the room, and pulled the drape shut. Cindy is rather tall; the drape only hung down to about the middle of her thighs, and stopped right at her eye level. Since it afforded such a good look into the room (really a booth), I’m sure it helped to guard against theft. I thought that it also increased the excitement level.
I watched as she removed her dress, letting it fall to the floor, then picking it up to hang on the hook. The brief flash as she stooped over was meant as a preview. I watched her legs as she stood there naked in the booth, taking the dress off the hangar and unzipping it, then stepped into it and pulled it up. After zipping up and arranging the straps, she pulled open the drape and stepped out.
“What do you think?” she asked.
“Holy shit!” is what I thought.
She turned slowly around so that I, and the clerk, could see how she looked. The dress actually was a little shorter than the one she had just taken off. But the feature of the bare sides was truly erotic. She looked as if she was wearing two aprons. We could see the beginning swell of her breasts from the sides, we could see a virtually continuous expanse of skin from shoulder to ankle along both sides, and it probably would not have taken much of a change in angle to see the bottom of her bottom.
I liked it.
She walked over to the mirror and slowly turned around, appraising the look. I saw her smile to herself while looking in the mirror. I, a little reluctantly, turned to look toward the movie shelves and saw that two men had taken a sudden interest in the movies all the way at the closest end of the aisles. They were pretending to study the movie cover, but were really looking over the top to study Cindy.
Cindy liked that, I know.
She told the clerk she was going to get something else, and she walked past all of us on her way back to the clothing. She came back shortly with several items, and entered the changing booth.
She came out the next time with a skirt and top. The skirt was short and plaid, and the top was short and white. By short, I mean that it stopped just below her boobs, but clung tight to accentuate the curves. The skirt was more than half-way up her thighs to her crotch, and hung loose and promised lots of movement on a windy day. The schoolgirl look is a dead-lock turn-on for almost every guy I know, and I sensed the clerk paying real close attention to her when she came out.
By this time, a couple of other men had decided to come to the end of the movie stacks and study those movies, too. Cindy went to the mirror and checked herself out again. This time she did a couple of quick spins, and we all watched the skirt fly up as she spun, giving us all a peek at her gorgeous butt. As she walked toward her booth, she seemed to notice the men for the first time. Brazenly, she walked right up to stop just a few feet in front of them.
“What do you think about this one?” she asked coyly, spinning around again to show the dress and herself to full advantage.
