I decided to step up my camera technology and not rely on my cell phone. I did some research and ended up with a winner.
I purchased a super slick and super small camera capable of recording lengthy video as well as taking snap shots. This little gem is about the size of a pack of gum and yet it has 32mg of memory capable of long video recording or more pictures than I could take in a week. It requires little light and yet produces high quality results.
The beauty of it is I can easily cup it in my palm and capture amazing results undetected. After practicing with it, I even managed to amaze myself.
I had a business meeting coming up in Portland in a couple of weeks and decided to ask Debbie if she wanted to come along. I wasn't sure what might happen or what might come up, but I wanted to be prepared.
On my way home from work, I stopped at this little boutique that advertises sexy attire for petites.
I walked in and was pleased to see a girl that was almost exactly the size of Debbie. She was maybe an inch or two taller, but aside from that her body would be a good example of the size I would need to buy for my wife.
I explained that my wife was inordinately shy, so I was looking for something I could get her that might help coax her out of her shyness, and that could be sexy.
She pursed her lips as she thought. "I think I might have exactly what you're looking for. Do you know her size?" she asked.
"Aside from being an inch or maybe two shorter than you, your bodies are about the same," I answered with a smile.
She walked to a row and began shuffling through the selections. Finally she pulled out what looked like a dinky little dress that had what looked like buttons running up the front from the bottom to the top. It was a light tan color.
When she held it up to herself, she said, "These are not buttons, but rather snaps that can be unsnapped up from the bottom to show a little more leg, or unsnapped from the top to show some cleavage. Depending on how shy your wife is, she can unsnap any amount."
She held the dress to her and unsnapped about three of the snaps at the top. "Most generally, it is worn like this. The neck line lies down and gives the dress the collar look. The material at the top is stretchy so it can be worn on or off the shoulders," she explained.
The dress came down to a little above mid thigh on the sales girl. "I'll take it!" I said.
When I arrived home I told Debbie about my upcoming meeting and asked if she wanted to come along?
"Oh, I would love that. I could do shopping while you're at your meeting," she giggled.
"Just don't go hog wild," I cautioned her with a smile. "On the chance you might want to go, I bought you a little something to wear if we get the chance to go out while we're there." I handed her the box containing the dress.
Throwing open the box, she smiled as she pulled the dress out. "Oh, I love the material," she exclaimed. "Will it fit?" she asked.
"I hope so; the sales girl looked to be your size, go try it on."
Moments later she walked back in the living room wearing the dress snapped from bottom to top. "I love it," she said with a giggle, and a slight twirl.
I stepped up to her and unsnapped the top 3 buttons. "The sales girl said it is normally worn this way," as I pulled the dress off her shoulders exposing her bra straps. "You would have to lose the bra of course," I added as she turned beet red.
I kneeled in front of her and unsnapped the bottom 4 snaps. This exposed her legs to about mid thigh. Debbie blushed a deeper shade of red.
"The sales girl said most do this as well," I added hoping she might buy into it.
"Well I am not sure about this," Debbie said as she looked at herself in a mirror on the wall. "I do have a scarf that would go with this dress perfectly," she added as she examined her reflection.
Our departure date arrived and we were on our way. I am not fond of flying so we drove to Portland and arrived late in the afternoon. At the hotel, we grabbed a quick bit to eat then fell into bed exhausted. Without her being aware, I snapped several pictures of Debbie getting undressed for bed with my new camera. They turned out perfect.
I attended my meeting the next day and Debbie went shopping. That evening, we decided to dine at the hotel since the restaurant there was quite nice.
I told Debbie to wear her new dress and maybe we could go out for dancing and a few drinks after dinner.
She went to change in the bathroom, while I tidied myself up.
When she emerged I was blown away. She had left 2 of the snaps undone at the bottom of the dress. On the top, she had left 3 of them undone and had the dress pulled off her shoulders. Best of all, she was bra-less. She was of course beet red and her swollen nipples were very, very noticeable.
"Oh, WOW babe, you look incredible!" I exclaimed as I gazed at her. "Look what you did," I added as I pointed to my tenting pants.
She turned a deeper shade of red. "Don't get too excited," she said as she draped her scarf around her neck and adjusted it so it covered her aroused nipples.
"Oh come on baby, that's like covering a priceless work of art," I whined.
"Let's go eat," she giggled as she turned toward the door.
The material of the dress fit her tight ass like a glove and made me want to pull her back into the room and ravage her on the spot.
We had a light dinner and I told her I would call us a cab to take us to a club for dancing and drinks.
I stepped into the lobby and called. I asked the cab dispatcher to send us a cab driver that knew where the dance clubs were that catered to blacks.
"I can do that," the dispatcher responded, "should be there in 10 minutes."
I went back to our table and told Debbie our cab would arrive shortly.
As we climbed into the cab I said, "I asked the dispatcher for a driver that knew the clubs, so take us to whatever you recommend."
The driver's jaw was hanging open as he stammered, "Ah, well ya, I know the clubs alright, but ah..."
"Perfect, "I interrupted him, "let's go."
"Whatever you say," the driver said with a shrug.
We arrived at a nice looking establishment and I paid the cab.
We entered and as we walked into the main area I could tell Debbie was a little surprised.
"Ah, do you notice anything different about this club?" she whispered to me.
"Well, now that you mention it, it seems a little dark in here," I laughed.
We were the only white people in the entire place that I could see.
"I am sure it will be fine," I said casually as I directed Debbie toward an open "U" shaped booth. The booths had high backs so they afforded some privacy to the occupants.
She slid into the booth hesitatingly as she continued to look for any other white people. All eyes were clearly on us, as I ordered us drinks.
No sooner had our drinks been delivered than a tall black guy walked up to our booth.
He was wearing what looked like silk black balloon pants. Like something from Ali Baba. They were different for sure, but on him, they seemed to fit. He had tight fitting polo shirt on and considering he had a bit of a pot gut, he should have gotten a size larger.
"You folks lost?" he said.
"Ah, pardon me," I responded as Debbie sunk in her seat clutching her drink.
"I asked if you folks was lost," he repeated.
"Well no, at least I don't think so. I just told the cabbie to take us to a place for dancing and drinks, and he brought us here," I explained.
"HA," he blurted, "and he brought you here huh," he bellowed more laughter.
He was eyeing my wife as he said, "Well my name is Dick, around here they call me Big Dick," he laughed again as his gaze shifted from me to Debbie.
"Oh, well I am Gary, and this is my wife Debbie," I said as I reached out to shake his hand.
"Tell you what," he said as he moved to slide in beside my wife. "I will sit with you two and ain't no body gonna fuck with ya as long as they see you're sitting with Big Dick," he laughed as he slid over against my cowering wife.
"They will assume I invited you two so they won't fuck with you," he laughed again.
"Well, I appreciate that Dick, we are from out of town and just wanted to have a few drinks and maybe dance a little," I said.
"Hey no problem man," he said as he ordered a drink from the bar maid.
We chatted a little and I learned he was a long haul trucker and enjoyed coming to this place regularly. Debbie had not uttered a sound, but sat clutching as well as gulping her drink. I ordered another round when the bar maid brought Dick's drink.
As Big Dick and I chatted, I pulled my camera out of my pocket and held it under the table.
I noticed as Big Dick slid in next to Debbie she jumped a little. At first I thought he had just bumped her when he slid in. when I reviewed the video later I saw that he had put his hand on her thigh the minute he slid next to her.
She had her legs closed tightly and his huge hand soon began to move up and down on her thigh.
He and I talked about what it was like to be a long haul trucker and all the places he had driven to. All the while, Debbie was fidgeting in her seat and continued gulping her drink.
She was gulping her third drink when Big Dick asked, "You mind if I dance with your little wife here?"
"No, I don't mind if it's OK with her," I added.
Without waiting for a response from her, he quickly slid out of the booth and grabbed her hand across the table pulling her toward the dance floor.
I jumped up to let her out from my side. She was giving me a stern scowl as she was being pulled out of the booth by Big Dick. I acted like I had not noticed her scowl, but it was obvious. As she stood up, I hooked her scarf and when she stood, it fell to the seat.
She lurched and was trying to reach it but Big Dick was whisking her toward the dance floor before she had a chance to reach it.
I captured them on the dance floor with the camera and the video later revealed Big Dick was clearly enjoying my wife's erect nipples and breasts as they jiggled and bounced to the music.
As the song ended, Debbie was already heading back to our booth when a slow song came on and Big Dick pulled her back to the dance floor.
