It was our first day of five at Disneyland. Our special anniversary trip had gotten off to an amazing and naughty start that afternoon (Average Wifey Files #3). Michael had imposed such a naughty role on me, dressing me up in our teen daughter's shorts and tee before we went out for dinner before spending time in the magic kingdom.
As we rode the elevator down to the lobby, I felt sexy, but self-conscious. I was wearing what Michael had sneakily stowed away for our trip. I could feel my daughter's pink shorts snug against me. The picture of a flying Tinkerbell shaking her magic wand of golden, glittering, pixie dust was flittering across my pussy. My freshly shaved pussy; which revealed a cameltoe impression that was far from discreet. A bare pussy and no panties beneath a pair of tight shorts will do that sort of thing!
The matching, pink tee I wore was a much more comfortable fit. It hung low enough that as I stood there, the fabric of my shorts that thinly veiled my ass and pussy were tucked just out of sight. But the low-cut V-neck collar was working overtime to draw attention to my 36c breasts, jiggling braless at Michael's request of course. The bright illustrations of Tinkerbell pixie dust exploding into Disneyesque fireworks seemed to have been designed as a fitting canvas to the way my breasts heaved against the fabric. I may have been married for 20 years, but I still had amazing, natural lift in my breasts.
My pink socks and tennis shoes completed the look that Michael had envisioned during one of his more naughty moments of lust. As the elevator doors slid open at the lobby level, we were greeted by a gathering of six or seven others waiting to take the elevator up to their rooms. That was the moment I knew the evening was headed for some moments of adventure. The two men standing there, one with just his wife and the other with his family, simply stared without a hint of apology. One wife glared at me while the other turned to attend to her youngest in a stroller; meaning she missed the big-eyed, draw-dropping, undeniable look of lust her hubby shot at me.
Michael put his arm around me and smiled a polite smile as we stepped past them and made our way through the lobby. I felt as if I were a celebrity making a red-carpet arrival. It felt like all eyes were on me. I was extremely aware of my body, how it felt exposed, even indecent. But that was balanced by the swagger Michael had as he took pride in parading me in front of others. His mind was naughty, but his pride in me was even greater.
As we walked out the doors to the hotel, the early evening sun was perched behind us. As we approached a fountain, Michael asked me to pose for a picture. As he aimed his trusted iPhone at me, I had no idea that the way the sunlight penetrated my tee shirt from over my shoulder left a sultry silhouette that profiled the seductive curves of my body. At his direction, I turned to the side, which revealed the lower curves of my breasts shadowed against my tee. As his iPhone captured the images, my poses captured the attention of random strangers walking past.
Finally, Michael lifted me up so I could stand on the flat lip of the fountain, a good three feet off of the ground. I stood with my feet apart wide enough so I could keep my balance. This also created the image of my legs in an a-frame position tugging everyone's eyes upward to that intersection where my tight shorts seemed invisible compared to the quite visible form of what they covered. Of course, standing that high off of the ground only invited bold, roving eyes to blaze a path allowing them to walk within a few feet of me, hoping for a peek.
