It was Saturday, and I wanted to get on with some stuff I've been bouncing around in my head. My husband and I have been living in an open relationship for a while now, and I'm enjoying flirting with, and sometimes fucking, other guys. Dave likes hearing about my adventures, and looking at the pictures I sometimes get.
After looking at one set of pictures, he'd criticized my "boring" underwear and pantyhose, and I thought he was probably right. I needed to do something about that. I doubt I'd always wear sexy underwear, because it's expensive and just not as comfortable, but there's no reason not to wear it more often.
"Come on," I said to Dave, "I want to go shopping."
"I don't," he said. "Besides, what are we shopping for?"
"Clothes. For me. Get dressed, you're coming."
"I hate clothes shopping. Can't you just order stuff on Amazon?"
"No, you're coming."
I went and put on a cute summer dress, sensible underwear and some sandals. This was going to be fun.
After all his complaining was done, we got in the car and drove to the mall.
The first thing I wanted was some shoes. Proper stilettos. We went into the shoe shop, and I sat down. When the kid came over, I told him my size and that I'd like to see stilettos, and Dave perked up.
The kid brought several pairs, and I selected a pair of black, 5" high heels, with a low platform. They were all strappy, but open toed. I thought they looked cute, and sexy.
They were surprisingly not that uncomfortable when I tried them on, and I could walk in them OK. Dave said they made my legs look longer and my bum stick out nicely. I could feel my calves getting a workout though. We bought them.
Next stop was a new skirt. I wanted a shorter one than I'd wear to work, so I selected a few, with Dave getting more excited, and we headed to the fitting rooms. I left him in the waiting area and went and tried on the skirts, choosing a dark gray one I liked. It came to mid-thigh. I wanted to show Dave, but hadn't actually thought about my top, or lack thereof. So, I ended up leaving the room in just the skirt and my bra.
"What do you think?" I asked him.
"I'd like to see it with the shoes," he said, sitting there with the bag with the shoes it.
He made no move to bring me the shoes, so I figured I'd have to go to him. I went and sat down next to him, taking the shoe box out of the bag and swapping my sandals for the new heels.
I stood up, and gave him, and any the other shoppers looking this way, a little twirl.
"Is that the shortest one?" he asked.
"It's the shortest one I'll wear," I said.
"Let's see the shortest one though."
I went back to the changing room, in my heels, and put on the shortest mini skirt. It was too short, in my opinion, but I was happy to show it to Dave.
I left the changing room, and there was another guy there, waiting for his wife, I guess. He stared at me as I walked to Dave, without a blouse on.
"That looks nice," he said, "you should get that one."
"It's too short," I said.
"It's not like you're going to wear either of these to work, is it?"
He had a point, but I'm not sure where I would wear a skirt this short. It just about covered my bum!
"You can almost see my bum," I whispered to him.
"Bend over, let's see how short it really is."
"Uh..."
"Bend over."
Fine, I bent over, with my legs straight, touching my knees. I could feel the breeze on the backs of my legs all the way up to my panties. I'm sure he, and the other guy there, could see my panties.
"Further," he said, "that doesn't look too bad."
I bent over further, so my hands were down by my ankles. Did I mention I do yoga? I'm sure my panties were fully on display now.
"Yeah," he said, "you're right, you can see your panties."
I stood up straight, straightening the skirt and pulling it down.
"But how often do you do that in a skirt? Let's get both."
I went and took the skirt off, and my dress back on. I stopped and swapped the heels for my sandals. We bought both skirts - the one I wanted, and the one he wanted.
The last stop was the lingerie store. He seemed most excited at this prospect, and made some helpful, and some unhelpful suggestions as we perused the wares, as it were.
My skin is pretty light, and I actually wanted some stockings I could wear to work, so I vetoed the pink and white stockings, and all the fishnets. I ended up with a black pair with a seam up the back, and a nude pair that'll actually make me look a little tanned. I agreed to a red pair with lacy bits on them for Dave.
Next were garter belts - I picked them in my size, and in colors to best match the stockings.
Then came the underwear - I picked several thongs, Dave picked a tiny little red g-string.
In the bra section I picked a few lacy numbers, and Dave picked a red, front fastening push-up bra.
I started for the check out, but he stopped me.
"Aren't you going to try this stuff on?" he asked.
"Well, I wasn't - it'll fit."
"I'd like to see it though," he said.
"Fine," I said, "which set?"
"Let's do yours first. Here, take your shoes and skirt, so I can see the ensemble."
He sat down in the waiting area, and I took the bags from him and headed over to the changing rooms.
I put the bags and my selections on the seat in there, then stripped off, hanging my dress and underwear on the hook on the door. I put on the black set, and spent a while getting the seams fairly straight before putting on the longer mini-skirt and the heels. Looking in the mirror, you could just see my nipples through the lace on the bra. Great.
