Thursday, our last full day at the apartment, started in the most delicious way. Anja had taken me to bed early on Wednesday night. We made soft, tender love for a long time, spooned and slept. She was awake early and wakened me with the tender touch of her lips and hand. She was excited, bubbly, fidgety. We fucked hard and fast, noisily and energetically. At 8 o'clock she went for a run. I watched from the balcony. She didn't jog she ran, long limbed, stretching her beautiful legs out she flew like a gazelle pursued by a leopard. It didn't catch her, nothing could. I watched until she disappeared from sight behind the straw roofed shelters and waited until she ran back into view. Absolute perfection!
She returned, warmed down and showered. We wandered into the village for breakfast then strolled around the shops.
"Looking for anything special, Sweetheart?"
"Something to wear at home. Something to remind me what a wonderful time I've had."
She picked up a pretty sarong and tried it around her waist. It did look lovely and emphasised her beauty rather than hide it. I held it for her while she tried others. She selected three, all very pretty and each made her look picture perfect. Pretty as they were they were made of polyester and felt hard and unyielding.
"Put them back for now, I've a better idea. If you don't like it we can return."
I led her out of the village and around the harbour. A quiet area that we hadn't visited before. It didn't look like a shop. No shop window, just a door, like an office. I pushed it open and motioned Anja inside. The bell tinkled delicately as Anja stepped onto the welcome mat.
"Good morning Mr. Smith, how may I help you today?" enquired the elegant, fully clothed owner of the little emporium as she stepped out from behind the screen.
"Good morning Marie, I hope you're well. I'd like something very pretty for my Granddaughter to wear around the house when we get home, if you please?"
Marie looked at Anja, appraisingly and approvingly.
"Mademoiselle should not be wearing too much around the house, Mr. Smith."
"My thoughts exactly, Marie."
"Come with me..." she paused.
"Anja," supplied Anja slightly bemused.
"Come with me Anja," she said holding out her hand, "Mr. Smith if you'd be kind enough to make yourself comfortable."
They disappeared behind the screen as I sank into the overstuffed armchair. It might be long wait but I knew it would be worth it. I heard clothes hangers being slid back and forth along rails as Marie searched her extensive stock for just the right items.
After a while Anja appeared in a very pretty, short sarong of the finest, sheerest silk.
"Walk for us please Anja."
Anja floated around the little space with a look of utter joy while we both watched her lustfully.
"Your Granddaughter has the most exquisite derrière, Mr. Smith."
"She does indeed Marie, she does indeed."
The silk hung quite loosely at the front in little folds which very nearly managed to hide the bare flesh beneath. Behind it was tight, pulled firmly over the cheeks of her bottom leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination except, maybe, how best to pleasure such a wonderful creation.
"Mr. Smith?"
"Perfect, Marie. Sweetheart?"
"It's beautiful, Granddad."
Marie smiled happily and led Anja back behind the screen. More sounds of stock being examined then a silence followed by girlish giggles. Anja reappeared. It was equally pretty, equally sheer and twice as long as the first. It nearly reached halfway down Anja's thigh. It was tied loosely at the waist allowing it to settle on her hips and flowed smoothly as she walked. There was never going to be a time when the sides came close together. Her exposed thigh teased and tantalised the eyes as it swung back and forth. I nodded. Anja smiled and Marie led her away once more.
The third was longer still, brushing lightly against the carpet as she walked. Tied loosely at the front it rested on her hips. As she walked it opened and closed deliciously while from the rear there was a total absence of pattern. The sheer material allowing the voyeur to fully enjoy her scrumptious derrière. I nodded again. Anja smiled again and Marie led her behind the screen once more.
The fourth item was a complete change of tack. Full length it was tied in a big bow just above her breasts. The ties of the bow dangled enticingly between them and the material itself covered nothing at all, swinging wide and open as she walked it enhanced her beauty and displayed her body to perfection. She turned with a swing of her hips and the reason for the free, easy movement of the front instantly became apparent. There was no back! Where the bow tied at her front it was almost a soft, silken curtain rail with the two panels free to be located as required. Marie stopped Anja and demonstrated the versatility, a panel front and back. Wide at the sides then crunched up tight forming a very narrow curtain of material. It looked stunning. I loved it and Anja again grinned with delight.
"Is there anything else you'd like to see Mr. Smith?"
"Something she could wear when we have guests?"
They disappeared again.
It was a frock. A sheer, white, virginal frock. Suspended from thin, white straps it flowed over her breasts, caressed her flat tummy and flared over her hips before falling to the carpet. Anja floated as she walked. Flounced and wriggled her hips enticingly. On tip toes she danced twisted and twirled.
"I won't be able to wear undies under this, Granddad." she declared excitedly.
I laughed contentedly.
"I'd like this one please Granddad, it makes me feel so sexy. So alive. Would you mind?"
"Of course not Sweetheart. If that's the one you desire that's the one you shall have."
I winked surreptitiously at Marie.
"About half an hour Marie?"
"Half an hour would be perfect Mr. Smith. Are the details the same?"
"They are Marie. Take the dress off Anja, so Marie can pack it nicely for you."
