We were out on a date night in the city, enjoying a late dinner, and a short stroll on a warm night along city streets. It was the type of night you could comfortably stroll arm in arm, catch up on life and be in love.
He was dressed in his understated wealth outfit, with elegant shoes, shirt and jacket being offset by a pair of jeans, and a few accessories to tip off the tag whores that he wasn't trifling. He liked to exude that wealthy older man aura, and it's only helped by his salt and pepper beard hanging off his face, and his ten years younger wife hanging off his arm. He liked to joke that I made him look more wealthy than he was. I am his best accessory some nights. I'm short, just an inch over 5 feet, so I hang off the bottom of his arm like purse.
I was in my date standard, a little black dress with stiletto heels. I normally would go for Dolce, or channel when it came to dresses but neither of them had what I needed tonight. Instead I wore a 12 dollar dress sent in a vacuum sealed baggie from china.
The dress was fine on top, backless, tied around my neck, and a plunging neckline that would expose my breasts completely if not for some well placed stick on silicon bra. It's not that I worried about popping out, but I do like a little padding to plump my breasts up a little.
The bottom is were the dress really shined. The skirt was a double slit, which amounted to two long rectangles of fabric; one in the back covering the crack of my ass and hanging down to ankle length, and one in front running from belly button to the floor, just covering my pussy, and almost nothing else.
This dress is catered to my shape and size. I"m no slouch up top, and my B cups are more than filling for most hands, but down below I'm a goddess. My ass sits wide and pert on thick thighs held up on my thin legs. My husband jokes I"m built like a fertility doll on the bottom, but a calvin klein model up top.
Otherwise the dress covered nothing, both legs were regularly fully out from behind the fabric as I walked. On side profile my ass was completely silhouetted, but just covering the cheeks. From the front, if you watched closely as I walked you could watch has my inner thighs gave way to the the edges of my pussy. I was exposed all the way to my hips by two prominent slits.
Each step teased a full view of my naked pussy. We received more than a passing glance from the people we passed, many wives looking on I disgust, many husbands looking on and praying for a strong wind.
Unfortunately, no amount of wind would give them the view they had hoped for. A tight thick thong rode deep in my ass, hooked up over my hips above the slits, and enveloped my vagina snuggly. I hated wearing something so restricting, but it was necessary for the small vibrator, clipped on to my clit on one end, slid deep in me on the other, and held in by a tiny but mighty thong.
I walked arm in arm, leaning on my husband's shoulder. Partly I was leaning on him because the stilettos were a bit higher than usual, and I felt a bit like Bambi learning to walk in them, especially after a couple of drinks at dinner. Mostly I was leaning on him because tethered to that small vibrator was a small wireless remote, with a little dial, that my husband kept in his pocket.
My loving husband was surprisingly gentle with the vibrator tonight. He turned it on here and there, low and slow, in ways that got me wet and ready, but never pulling me over the edge. At that point between the drinks and vibrator I had a light buzz and a small buzz. He wasn't above a forceful chirp here and there, and rather than fall to the ground I'd just assume hang off his arm like a purse, a beatiful, expensive purse... his best accessory.
