This is the second part of the story about my wife and I having a well-earned break at a resort in Malaysia.
We were lazing in bed the first morning of our stay deciding what to do on our first full day.
Wendy wanted to check out the resort shop to see if there was any clothing she could pick up as she'd only packed a small case as the trip was so last minute.
I suggested that the shop may be fine for emergency items but if she wanted more choice then we should head into town, which was only a 30-minute car ride.
"Ok, we can have a quick look and then see about getting a car into town." She said.
Although the resort shop was fairly well stocked it was still a pretty limited range of clothing on offer.
We arranged with the concierge to get a lift into town in one of the grand old Mercedes cars, which the resort used as courtesy cars.
The driver wore an old-fashioned uniform and cap to complete the illusion of being in the 1920's or something.
As we drove into town I quizzed Wendy on what it was she was looking for.
"What do you want to find in town?"
"Oh, a swimsuit at least and maybe a dress for eating out and something more casual perhaps."
"So not much then." I laughed. "Sounds like we're going on a spree."
"Don't be silly, it's only a couple of outfits and they won't be very expensive."
"I don't mind at all, especially if you buy some sexy underwear to go with your fancy dresses."
"I'll keep that in mind." She said as she playfully punched my arm.
The driver steered the car into the entrance of a multi-storey building, which turned out to be like a large department store with different shops on each level.
"This is the best shopping in town." The driver said. "Everything available here."
We walk through the car park to start our shopping trip on level five.
There are about twenty shops on each level situated around common seating areas with a central set of escalators going up and down to each level.
Wendy enters the first shop, which appears to have a large selection of swimsuits.
She picks a couple of one-piece bathers to try on first.
"Come and tell me what you think." She says as she enters the small changing room situated at the back of the store.
I find a stool to sit on as she pulls the curtain closed behind her.
"I'm not sure about this one." She says as she opens the curtain to reveal a pretty conservative dark blue swimsuit with thick shoulder straps that leaves everything to the imagination.
"I sure, it's awful. Your grandmother wouldn't wear it."
She closes the curtain and I can hear her shuffling around removing the granny suit.
"Let's see the next one."
She pokes her head around the curtain. "Hang on, have some patience."
I notice as she looks towards me she glances over my shoulder at someone she has seen hovering at the clothing rack behind me.
She looks back at me and gently bites her bottom lip.
The next time she opens the curtain she pulls it all the way open and stands wearing a very revealing black swimsuit.
She stands with her legs slightly parted and her hands on her hips.
"What do you think?"
The swimsuit is really sexy with high cut legs and low cut top and a cut out centre exposing her belly button and most of her midriff.
"I think it looks great, turn around."
She slowly turns to reveal what looks like a pair of bikini bottoms and a couple of thin straps crossed over the shoulders holding the front up.
"Oh my, that looks good."
She looks over her shoulder at me and again I notice her glance beyond me at her unknown admirer.
She turns and with both hands starts to adjust the suit either side of her pussy.
"You don't think it's cut a little high?" She asks.
I smile as I say.
"I don't, but then I've never minded seeing a little hair poking out."
"Cheeky sod."
She closes the curtain but not all the way.
She seems completely unaware of her audience.
I watch as she slowly peels off one strap then the other and then starts to pull down the front of the suit to reveal her magnificent breasts.
I quickly glance behind me to see a casually dressed black guy pretending to look at the rack of clothes hanging in the window.
I look back at Wendy as she turns around and peels off the suit from her backside, her bare arse is completely exposed as she bends down to pick up the suit from the floor.
She turns back around to face me holding the suit in front of her.
It's hanging between her breasts and just about hides her pussy from view.
She seems to be frozen in place and is looking beyond me as she stands there completely naked.
She slowly closes the curtain and when she's dressed steps out with the bathing suit in her hand.
"Let's get this one." She says again glancing over to her unknown admirer.
We buy the suit and leave the shop.
"Did you see you had another admirer back there?" I asked her.
"Yes, not at first but I saw him when I wore the second bathing suit."
"Is that why you left the curtain open?" "To give him a better view?"
"No, not at all." "I didn't notice really until I stood up with the suit in my hand."