Just Another Day?
It was a typical Saturday morning - up by seven, read the newspaper, drank some coffee, and dressed by eight. The moment we were dressed, Cindy got busy with her usual weekend chores, while I checked the mail and paid some bills on-line.
During one of her many trips into my home office, Cindy suggested that we should do a bit of Christmas shopping later this morning. She suggested we go to the Mall in the city, and afterward enjoy a leisurely lunch there. Which sounded good to me; as I had no previously plans today.
As I worked on the bills, I noticed that every time Cindy would walk by me, she'd wink, or lick her full lips, or sway those luscious inviting hips of hers. She was going out of her way to tease me a little this morning; not that I'd ever kick a fuss about that.
I'm no expert about women (nor will any man ever be) but I do know one thing for sure, it's that most men are lost when it comes to understanding a woman's moods, or why they do what they do. My philosophy - just smile and nod approvingly, and go with the flow. Most guys can't differentiate between woman's moods any more than they can separate laundry successfully.
The Ride To The Shopping Mall
In the car on our way to the Shopping Mall, I checked out my wife's outfit. She wore a very short black shiny leather skirt, (which was much shorter than she usually wears) black silk stockings, with a sexy design stitched into them. A black waist length form fitting lambskin jacket, which didn't cover much of her top half; especially in front when it was unzipped, as it now was. Underneath the jacket, she wore a white, low-cut, tight fitting, silky, see-through top, which couldn't hide the sexy white lacy push up bra she was wearing beneath it.
It was difficult to keep my eyes off her ample cleavage, and concentrate on driving the car. On top of that, it looked like her puffy nipples were winking at me.
Cindy pretended like she didn't notice me checking her out, as she causally adjusted her bottom in the car seat a little, which made her short skirt ride up even higher, as she was seated in the tiny bucket seat of our white Corvette. That was when I noticed that her stockings tops were now exposed; which had a fancy white design embroidered at the top of the elastic band which held them up, and a tiny white ruffled lace above the elastic band.
As she nonchalantly wiggled her bottom even more, pretending to get even more conformable in her seat, it caused her short skirt to ride up a bit more. Then, I caught a brief glimpse of her creamy white thigh flesh, and a few inviting curly hairs of her neatly trimmed light brown bush peeking out under her shiny black short skirt. I suddenly gasped at the fact that my innocent little wife was wearing no underwear.
What I would have given to stop the car right there at that moment, and run my tongue along those inviting lips, before plunging it into that delicious silky vagina of hers; but I didn't - I tried my best to keep my composure, act as if nothing was out of the ordinary, and keep the damn car on the road and not in a ditch.
Our eyes briefly met, as she winked at me sexily & innocently, as she tugged down her short skirt a little. I groaned, and she girlishly giggled under her breath.
We didn't speak again during the rest of the drive. Instead, we listened to a Christmas CD playing on the car's stereo. My libido was working overtime as I keep thinking about my beautiful wife, with no underpants on. I'd asked her many times to go commando in public, but she always claimed that it just wasn't sanitary.
The thought that I could finger her pussy anytime I wanted in that car, excited me. The front of my pants started to bulge, causing me to shift in my seat to get comfortable.
J.C. Penny's
We parked in the Shopping Mall parking lot by JC Penny's, and went inside. Cindy went immediately to the lingerie section. As she usually does, she looked over everything slowly and in complete detail, while I just awkwardly stood in the aisle, tapping my feet, or idly walking between aisles. Watching my wife shop for lingerie in a department store was about as awkward for me as getting a prostrate exam by my male doctor; but I knew enough not to say anything to her that might spoil her unusual, and completely unexpected, frisky mood.
At one point she held up a tiny (very skimpy, frilly & expensive) see thru white mesh thong to her waist, and said a little too loud (in her best sexy and girlish naughty voice), "What do you think, Hun? Or, do you think it's 'too much'?" Then, she slowly started to raise her short skirt up slightly, exposing the stocking tops which had a fancy white design embroidered at the top of the elastic band which held them up, and a tiny white ruffled lace above the elastic band, and a little peek of her creamy smooth white bare thigh flesh on top of it. I think I mumbled something to the fact that they were 'too little', and not 'too much'.
Cindy never wore Thongs. Never! She always said they made her feel like she had a Wedgie. Then she again said innocently and sexily, while holding the sexy thong to her waist, "Do you think they will look good on, Hun?" I nervously looked around and saw an elderly gray haired man looking our way. The old guy looked like a deer caught in my car's headlights at night. He was transfixed. His old, extremely overweight wife was bending down, (which wasn't a pretty site before lunch) checking out some washing machine sized white cotton underwear on a lower shelf. I said to Cindy, "Careful ...people may be watching." She innocently smiled, and winked naughtily at me.
I looked at my watch and started to pace a little more while Cindy continued to shop. I was happy when she finally said she was ready to checkout, because I was starting to get really hungry.
Indecision
After I paid for the purchases Cindy made, we slowly walked down to the Food Court in the center of the Mall, to decide what food to eat for lunch. During the walk, she unzipped her black waist length lambskin jacket. I noticed a few of the men looking a bit too long at Cindy and at her short black shinny leather skirt and cleavage showing tight fitting white see-through top, (that one could clearly see through). Cindy never wore skirts that short before, and I wasn't exactly sure how I felt about it. On one hand I liked having Cindy looked at by the guys that way, but on the other hand I wasn't totally sure I was completely comfortable with this different feeling either. I decided to relax a bit, and go with Cindy's unusual frisky mood.
It was the holiday season and The Mall was terribly crowded, especially the food court. It was so crowded that people were shoulder to shoulder. On a few occasions, I noticed a few men rubbing up to Cindy, with their crotches to her ass, as we passed through large crowds of people. Some even brushed their hands across her ass quickly, and then apologized as if they had been bumped into her by the pressing holiday shoppers. Cindy, amazingly, and completely out of character, acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
Every fast food joint had long lines, and the aroma of all the different foods mingling in the air was not pleasant. Kids, more kids, old people, wannabe's, and grossly overweight people filled our vision. At one point Cindy said, "Doesn't anybody dress up a little anymore?" I quickly replied, "Or bathe?" Our shoes felt sticky on the floor.
After not making any decisions on what to eat, we decided to walk a bit more. When we left the Food Court it wasn't as crowded, and Cindy decided to take off her leather jacket because she said it was too warm & stuffy in here. Now, more so than before, Cindy was getting more stares, because of her short shinny black leather skirt and tight fitting low cut white silky top (that one could clearly see through). The little points of her puffy nipples were starting to pop through the thin material. Queerly, I wondered how they could be getting hard, if she was so warm, and not cold?
Victoria's Secret
We (Cindy) decided to walk to Kaufman's to check out the perfume samples, but not before she was sidetracked into Victoria's Secret on the way to look at more lingerie. I didn't mind the sidetrack. In fact, I always enjoyed going into Victoria's Secret. It must be a prerequisite that all the sales-ladies hired there must be very hot looking? Most guys wouldn't be caught dead in there 'alone' - I know I wouldn't. Whenever I purchased lingerie for Cindy for Valentine's Day, our anniversary, or her birthday, or any special occasion, I purchase them on-line. But, with your wife with you at Victoria's Secret, it suddenly made it acceptable, and erotic.
While we were in there, Cindy bent over way many too many times, while checking out the all sexy undies. Today, she seemed to be most interested in everything on the lower shelves? She would occasionally look over at me and wink. What a sexy site, she was! One time, she bent over way too much, and everything was exposed for all to see, ...and did they ever see! Embarrassed, I looked around, and everyone in there, women and men, were looking at Cindy. Cindy just acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
Finally, after another lingerie set was selected, and some body lotion was picked out, we (me) purchased them. The attractive (beautifully dressed and smelling) mid thirties saleslady was overly polite to Cindy, while checking us out (ignoring me completely). She kept telling Cindy how lovely the purchases would look on her. As we left, the sales lady winked at her and said, "Here's my card, if you ever have any questions about your purchases, or future purchases, please call me."
