Conclusion
"How do you like this one?" Tracy asked.
She was holding up a brightly colored summer blouse and was looking for my input.
"That would look good on you," I said. As I had told Tracy before, I know what I like and what I don't and would tell her without hesitation if she asked. Fortunately, she did not mind the upfront honest opinion.
We had been walking around the mall for about an hour with no real purpose in mind other than to get out of the house for a bit and maybe grab a bite to eat. Now we found ourselves in Mary's Closet, one of Tracy's favorite stores for casual wear.
We had been together for about 6 months now and it was very comfortable. We had reached that stage where we were secure with each other, gave each other space to move and looked at those surrounding us as being on the outside of our world. We complemented each other and were supportive without being dependent.
"I'm gonna wait for you outside," I told her and walked out to the center of the mall. At least there I could sit for a bit and do some people watching while she shopped.
I chuckled to myself at how I looked at the people in the mall differently now that I was in a relationship with Tracy. Instead of trying to make eye contact with someone to see if they might be interested in me, I was wondering about their lives. Were they happy? Were they preoccupied with their looks and keeping up with the latest fashions? Did they look like they were in a mall for the first time and lost as hell?
People in malls come in all shapes and sizes. Some were so heavy-set I wondered how they had sex together and what they looked like naked. Ladies would go by and I would wonder which ones liked to suck cock and swallow cum and which ones would just go "eww" to their boyfriends or husbands and offer a hand job or nothing. Some were images I would pay to see, some were images I cringed at the thought of looking at.
"Ready to go?" Tracy had come out of the store, package in hand and ready to move on.
Gone was the pony tail she had when I first met her. Now her hair was styled in something shoulder length, parted near the middle with bangs. She still filled out her jeans better than any woman I knew and just watching her hips as she walked could give me a hard on.
At my request she had been letting her bush grow out too. She thought it was a bit weird to look so 70's retro but she was willing to do it for me. I found myself checking out her crotch as she walked towards me, thinking about the bush underneath her clothes.
"Yup, where to?" I said standing up next to her.
"I'm done here, let's go eat," she said.
Out of the mall we went and into my mid-size SUV. No need for the excess space and gas guzzling of the full size models.
As we left the mall and began driving down the road to our favorite restaurant, Tracy looked over at me with a big smile on her face.
"So what were you thinking about when I came out of the store? All the sexy women walking around in the center court? I saw you checking out my crotch as I came out of the store so it must have been something about sex," she said giggling.
I looked at her and smiled. Being able to communicate so openly with her was one of the things that made our relationship so strong.
"It was just one of those times when I looked at the different types of people in the world and said to myself they all must be fucking and sucking somebody. It was kind of fun trying to visualize some of them naked and rolling around. Like how the hell do the fat people fuck? What position do they have to be in for him to get his cock in her? Which of course brought the old joke to my mind about having a fat girl roll around in flour so you could figure out where to fuck her. And all the young girls with the perfect makeup--do they ever suck cock and let their guy cum in their mouth or on their face, or does he have to shoot somewhere into a towel so he doesn't mess up her 'look'?"
Tracy was about to die laughing at me.
"I swear, Bob, you think about the goofiest things!"
At this point I was laughing at myself too.
"Is that why you were looking at my crotch? Because thinking about all those people having some kind of sex was making you horny?"
"Kind of," I said. "Their images amused me but when I saw you walking towards me I thought about how sexy you look now that you have let your bush grow out. That's what was starting to make me hard."
"It has been a bit of adjustment. I don't think I have ever been that bushy down there. But knowing you enjoy it is all that matters."
"Well, I do enjoy it," I said. "And I appreciate you doing that for me. Is Italian food OK with you or did you have a taste for something else?"
"Italian is fine," Tracy said.
We finished dinner and began the drive home. I reached over and put my hand on her thigh and began stroking it. Tracy just closed her eyes, with a soft smile on her face.
"We need to make one stop on the way home if that is Ok with you?" I said.
"No problem," she mumbled, never opening her eyes.
The stop we were to make was at a new adult lingerie and toy store that had opened just a mile from her house. You would never know it was an adult store by its name or location but I had checked it out online and it had just what I was looking for.
As I parked, Tracy opened her eyes to see where I stopped. Needless to say she was surprised.
"What is this place, Bob?" she asked. She read the business sign out loud. "Your Dreams?"
"It's a lingerie and adult shop, lots of toys and other things."
Tracy just looked at me with a partial grin on her face.
"What exactly are you looking for here?"
"It's not what 'I' am looking for but what 'we' are looking for. Remember our first night together, when you said you might let me have your ass if you could have mine in return? Well, I thought we should go in here and see if they might have the right toy for you to use so we can make that happen," I said.
"So, we are going to shop for..." Tracy waited for me to complete her sentence.
"A strap on for you to use on me and for some special lube for us both," I said. "That is, if you're interested?"
Tracy placed her left hand behind my head and pulled me to her. She proceeded to give me one hell of a French kiss, and then backed away about one inch from me, just looking into my eyes before speaking.
"I love you, Bob Smith, I hope you know that?"
"Almost as much as I love you," I said. "Now let's go see if we can find something fun for us in there and go home and play."
The staff in the store were all dressed professionally in black outfits and greeted us warmly. They asked if they could help us find something but we simply said we were just looking and began to circulate through the store.
As we wandered back into the dildo section, a short brunette sales person approached us again to see if she could help. Tracy was a bit flustered trying to get out her question.
"Are your looking for something for you," she asked Tracy, "or something you and your partner can enjoy?"
