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.