My wife Kim, and I were going to go grocery shopping last week. As usual, I was waiting for her to get ready. When she finally came downstairs, I had to do a double take. She was dressed in the shortest skirt I have ever seen her wear. It was denim and very loose and flouncy. The waistband of the skirt was very low across her hipbones, showing a lot of bare stomach. The hem of the skirt barely covered her ass cheeks as she stood still. She was also wearing one of my old white undershirts, which was very threadbare. I could just make out the shadow of her nipples through the worn cloth.
She giggled as she saw my reaction. "I thought you would like this," she said as she ran her hand across the front of my pants. She was right.
"Are you going out like that?" I was finally able to ask.
"Do you want me to?" Her eyes had that playful look that she usually reserved for the bedroom. "Do you want me to be seen like this in public?"
I thought carefully for a moment. This could be dangerous. It has always been my fantasy for my wife to show off in public, but even though she knew this, she had always dressed very conservatively. It has caused a few fights in the past. Kim didn't understand why I would want other people to look at her. I needed to choose my response delicately in case she was just joking, I didn't want to re-start a fight. Was she just teasing or would she really consent to going out in public like that?
I must have been standing there, contemplating the situation for too long, because she turned on her heel, "Fine I will go change," and started back up the stairs.
"No wait," I called after her. "You look incredible, any man would be crazy to not want to be seen with someone as sexy as you."
She looked at me for a few seconds and then smiled. "You almost blew it." Then she kissed me on the cheek, "Get your keys."
My heart skipped a beat as she bounced past me, her breasts jiggling under the thin shirt. I caught a glimpse of her ass cheeks peeking out from under her skirt and my only thought was, "Is she wearing panties?"
I quickly locked the front door and ran after her. Her legs looked very naked stretching up from her sandals to where her thighs disappeared under the skirt. My question was answered as she slid into the car. Her smooth thighs gave way to a sparse strip of close-cropped red hair that sat nestled atop her moist slit. No panties after all. She grinned and made no move to cover herself.
"Why? I mean what prompted you to dress like this," I asked openly staring, my throbbing erection testifying my approval. "Don't get me wrong, I love it, but why now?"
"I know that you want me to dress sexier, and I just thought I would give it a try. Who knows, if I like it maybe I will do it more often. The grocery store seems like a safe place and it shouldn't be very crowded this time of night." It seemed so surreal, sitting there talking to my normally conservative wife, while she was dressed so sexy. She was sitting very demurely, knees together, hands folded neatly across her lap. In stark contrast, her skirt was riding across the top of her thighs, her red pubic hair openly exposed to me. Each bump we hit in the road caused her small breasts to bounce deliciously under her t-shirt. Her nipples betrayed her arousal. It was an unusually warm night, and I had the air conditioner going. Even so, a light sheen of sweat glistened across her skin causing the fabric to stick to her breasts. Not quite creating a wet t-shirt, but making it very revealing none-the-less.
As we pulled up to the store, she self-consciously pulled the hem of the skirt down and glanced nervously around the parking lot. I parked away from the lights in the back half of the lot. She had been right, the place was nearly deserted, only a few cars. I got out and walked around the car and opened her door. She looked around, took a deep breath and swung her leg out. Her skirt pulled up a little, but that was enough to allow me another tantalizing look between her legs.
"You're going to have to be careful or you are going to give some lucky guy a treat."
She looked at me innocently, sitting halfway in the car, her legs slightly spread, "Is that bad?"
"I don't exactly know what has gotten into you," I said as she pulled herself from the car. "But, I like it."
"I don't quite understand why you like this sort of thing, but if it excites you keep your eyes open big boy, you're in for a treat." She traced her fingers across me chest and left a quick kiss lingering on my cheek. Her hips swayed with each step, making the hem of her skirt play peek-a-boo with her ass cheeks. I ran to catch up, as she entered the store.
The grocery store, like the parking lot, was all but deserted, just a few employees and a handful of patrons throughout the store. I pulled up beside Kim and noticed that the air conditioning was having a very noticeable effect on her. Her nipples were small bullets, and I could almost make out the color of her areolas under the thin white fabric. She looked down and blushed furiously. To her credit did not try to cover herself, even when the teenaged stock boy walked by and almost walked into a display of canned corn. His eyes and mouth, both wide open. I walked closer to her, and whispered in her ear, "Did you see that? He was looking right at you."
"He wasn't looking at looking at me. I am old enough to be his..." she paused for a second with a glint in her eye, "older sister."
"Are you kidding? Of course he was looking at you. You are a wet dream walking," I told her. "He is probably going to go in the back and think about you for a few minutes in the bathroom, if you know what I mean."
"Do you really think so?" The surprise in her voice was real. It was a discussion we often had; she did not think that she was extraordinarily attractive. If she only knew. Maybe after tonight, she would.
Kim looked after the stock boy as he made his way down one of the aisles. He was walking in that patented 'I have a hard-on I am trying to hide' walk. She giggled quietly into my ear, "Only one way to find out. Watch this." Then she bounced down the aisle after stock boy, her walk distinctly playful.
I caught up to them in the frozen food aisle. Kim was reaching into one of the freezers looking at the ice cream. Her admirer was pretending to rearrange the frozen peas but his eyes never left her backside, which was just hiding under the hem of her skirt. The teenager looked at little nervous at my approach, but not nervous enough to miss the show. He tried a little harder to rearrange the peas, but I could still see him sneaking glances at Kim. All three of us froze when Kim dropped a box of ice cream bars. It was quite comical; none of us knew what to do. The stock boy looked at Kim expectantly through the foggy freezer door, Kim looked at me for approval, and I of course gave it with a quick nod. Very slowly, she bent over. Her breathing got a little labored and a flush spread across her cheeks and neck.
