After the first dinner party with Rod and May I was frighteningly excited about seeing them again. I did however have some huge concerns. How would Pete react if events were in any way similar to the first time? I had never been in any way exhibitionist before that night, would I get aroused by it a second time? Could I possibly be as submissive again, particularly with Pete there? There were some details of that night I didn't remember clearly but I did remember that it was the most exciting sexual experience of my life. Yes I had concerns but I could not wait for the evening to arrive.
Pete said I could not wear the same clothes again and suggested I bought a complete new outfit for the evening. He said that he didn't want to see it before the evening, but that it should be as exciting as the other one. I knew I wanted to be an exhibitionist, an exhibitionist who would stun my audience. How could I achieve this without looking slutty? I spend a whole morning going into shops that I would not normally shop in, trying on clothes I would have never normally considered before. I found myself trying on a number of very revealing dresses in a shop that was clearly designed for women or girls much younger than me.
I took four dresses into the fitting rooms that turned out to be a fitting room without cubicles. There were four or five women younger than me trying clothes on and asking each other for their opinions. I felt a little uncomfortable as I found a corner and stripped down to my bra and panties. Having put on the first dress I had to come out of my corner to look in a mirror. As I did so two of the young women approached me and looked at my reflection. I went to cover myself with my hands but instead drew myself up. They were smiling at me in a friendly way until one said.
"It looks really good on you, but you cannot wear a bra under it. With boobs like yours I would never wear a bra."
I went to reply that she should mind her own business until I looked again and realized she was right about the bra. I also realized that I was enjoying the attention I was receiving. I didn't want to loss that attention so slipped the straps of the dress down and pulled until the tight garment was down to my waist. I could have done the next move myself but a wicked thought crossed my excited mind and I said.
"Would you please unclip my bra so that we can see if you are right?"
I was a little concerned that I had overstepped the mark. The girl who did unclip me seemed to take her time but did it with a lovely knowing smile. I was in no hurry to remove the garment from my boobs and when I did I gave them a quick massage. Even though they were untouched my nipples hardened before I pulled the dress back up. I instantly knew she had been right as the dress looked much better.
By now the other two women had joined their friends. They obviously all knew each other as they discussed what would suit me best. They were very complimentary as they discussed the options. One of them collected the other three dresses that I had picked out and brought them over. I was now the center of attention and I was very happy with that. Each dress was offered up against my figure and they agreed what I would try on next. I was not consulted.
"Lift your arms."
I was amazed with myself as my hands were soon pointing at the ceiling. My brain complained but my mouth was unable to say anything. The blond girl in front of me who had given the order reached down and pulled the hem of the short dress up until it covered my face. I think someone pushed my slightly and I lost my balance. Hands from behind me steadied me by grabbing my boobs. Before they were released the contact with my hard nipples was far from accidental. I was far from certain whether I minded or not, as it felt wonderful. I felt like a dressmakers dummy as the first dress was removed and the second one put on me. It was bright red and varied how opaque it was from fully see-through to quite solid.
The fit was perfect hugging my body in all the right places. There were noises of appreciation all around me. I expected that it would be least opaque around the area of my knickers, which it was and around my boobs, which it was not. My nipples that were still rock-hard were clearly visible.
"That's the one, but you will not be able to wear the panties that you are right now. You will either need a thong or to go commando. See how the lines around your bottom are spoiled by what you have on. Let's see."