I loved to buy her sexy clothes, and watch her try them on. Whatever she didn't like, we returned. Often, she found herself accepting, and her response was always very interesting to me. It was a conflict within her to accept something more risquΓ© than she would have chosen for herself. But it was also very stimulating to her to see herself looking so sexy, as long as it wasn't trashy.
So, it was a challenge to find outfits that were sexy, and that she would also want to keep and use. I loved to play with her this way! I loved the look that came to her when she is stared at her sexy-self in the mirror. It was like she was looking at a different person, and it kind of transformed her.
One time, I bought her this stretchy, knit, summer dress. It had aqua and cream colored stripes. It had straps that went over her shoulders. It stretched its way over her adorable bosom, drew in snug around her waist, and then stretched again to wrap her beautiful butt and legs. It was very short, coming only to mid-thigh. I loved this dress because she couldn't sit, or even walk without it riding up.
I knew that if we pulled the top down, and the skirt up, it would cover her just a little better than a wide belt. She tried it on, and it was really short, maybe too short. But she kept it on anyway, along with a pair of white pumps and white cotton thong underwear.
She was putting on pearl earrings, and I was watching the way her dress stretched around her, emphasizing her body. She was watching herself in the mirror.
"Babe, you don't have to wear that out just for me!"
"Oh, but I think I want to. Have you got any ideas where you want to go?"
"Yeah, I have some ideas, but I think I'll surprise you!"
"You Shit, You!"
"How about someplace far away from our neighborhood?"
"OK, that's good! What else do you have in mind?"
"Well, I think it would be such a shame to wear such a nice showoff outfit, without showing it off."
"Someplace safe, huh?
"Now, you don't have to worry! I won't let anything happen to you. But I just love it when you're thrilled. So, maybe the only place safe place tonight is right with me!"
"Great, the only safe place tonight is with a pervert!" She laughed. " I'm only kidding. I love it that you're a pervert!"
I looked at her. I saw the loving look in her eyes, and couldn't help notice her hand slide between her legs. She is a very good girl, and a very horny girl. She knows that I love her, but I'll also put her in sexual situations that nobody else would. But with me making all the decisions for her, she felt free to go with her feelings.
"Say, have you got any of that good smoke," she asked?
As we rode in the car and got stoned, she relaxed more and more; allowing her legs to drift apart so that I could clearly see her fingers rubbing her thong covered pussy.
"So, where did you say we're going?"
"Starting to feel good, huh?" I evaded her question.
I took advantage of a traffic light stop to kiss her and rub her damp panty spot. It was the only underwear she was wearing, and her nipples were stiff, pointy little cones poking the tight, thin knit of her dress. God she was hot, and getting hotter.
"Well, we're just about there," I said.
I drove through the light. We were in an older part of town, rundown a bit. I pulled into the parking lot of an Adult Theatre, and had to chuckle to myself, because I wanted to do anything but be an adult with her.
"Is this really what you had in mind, with me in this outfit? I don't thinks so, buster!"
"Awe, C'mon! You love to showoff.""
"But only perverts go there."
"Well, you just called me a pervert. There may be a lot of guys like me in there. Besides, I won't let anything bad happen to you. I just want to show you off a little."
"You just like the idea of taking a woman in there and having your way with her in front of other guys."
"Not just any woman! The idea of taking YOU in there, Sweetheart, is a real trip. Besides, I'll bet it makes your pussy wet."
"You wish. Well, it's your quarter, mister."
We got out of the car, and as expected, her dress rode high on her thighs. She pulled it down self-consciously. I grinned, knowing this to be a futile effort, and shuddered with a lustful feeling at the idea that she was actually walking in here with me.
Inside, there were posters on the walls, like in any other theatre, but with scantily clad models and blatantly sexual themes. Her eyes grew as wide as saucers. So did the ticket seller's eyes, looking at her. She's a really petite, blonde-haired, blue eyed, and with a face 'like the girl next door' .
The movie had to be changing because there were a lot of men in the lobby, going to and from the men's room. There were no other women.
We made our way inside, her hand in mine. We had to work our way through a little cluster of men in the doorway, and she gamely smiled at them as we went inside. It was very dark, after coming in from the outside. We stood in the back until our eyes adjusted, and the Coming Attractions on the screen began to dimly light the interior.
We went down a few aisles until she pulled me into a row on the left, not too far from the entrance, maybe for a fast getaway. We sat down, and I looked around. There were a few other men in the theatre, and more coming in from the hallway. No one else was in our aisle, but everyone who walked past us turned to get a second look at her as they went past.
Several moved either into the aisle in front or behind us. I felt her squeeze my hand, but when I looked at her, she was staring at the screen. There were scenes of a movie with two men servicing the same women, and she seemed completely entranced. I think she was aware of the men taking seats around us, but she was ignoring them.
I put my left arm around her shoulders and turned towards her, where I could watch her, and the other patrons. She turned to me, and I kissed her. She kissed me back, a deep, hungry kiss, and I guessed that she was getting stimulated again.
Over the next 15 or 20 minutes, we watched the movie, and kissed & made out. I let my hand drift from her shoulder to her waist, and gave her a hug. I let my hand move up to cup her left breast, my thumb and forefinger gently rubbing her extended nipple. I tried to do this covertly, one eye on the men around us, but was defeated by the quiet, passionate groan she made as I kissed and felt her.
Her attention was drawn back to the theatre screen, and she squirmed in her seat. Now she seemed to notice the men around us, saw them looking at her. She took a deep breath, uncrossed her legs, and turned her face back to me for another kiss.
I kissed her back, a long, wet one. As we continued to make out, I moved my hand to her knee, and moved it up her leg. I pulled gently until her legs came apart and I could move on to the juncture between her thighs. This definitely caught the attention of the men around us, but I just kept on touching her as she moaned again into my mouth. Our kisses were hot, hot!
The sensations of lust coursing through me were intense, and I think hers were even more intense as her reservations were breached and her feelings took over. She allowed her legs to spread even wider. I took a chance and pulled her right leg over my left knee, exposing her cream-colored thong panel to several of our watchers.
She stopped kissing me and looked me in the eye, and said, "You rat!" She didn't move her leg, however, but went right back to kissing me. Now I could reach into and under the apex of her thong, feeling the wet that was leaking from her pussy. Her response was another groan that was unreserved, not caring who was looking. She squirmed to help my fingers touch her just right, allowing her skirt to ride higher, over her lovely butt.
She stretched. Her face rolled away from mine as her gaze drifted. I couldn't tell if she could see the men around us looking at her, or if she was completely submerged in her erotic reverie. She moaned out loud and her squirms became spasms. Then she began to jerk and jerk, trying to hold still and not be obvious, failing, letting go, jerking more intensely. She rode her orgasm, and rode it. Finally, it let go of her.
She looked at me with an embarrassed look on her face, but I told her it was O.K. with me, and with everyone else.
She slapped me on the shoulder. "Pervert!" And then kissed me. "I have to go to the bathroom."
"Do you want me to go with you?"
"No, I'll be fine. Be right back."