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Click here"There is a place up ahead if you want to browse. Can't hurt to look."
"Good Idea," I said. I wanted to wear a party dress, I wasn't 100% sure exactly what he had in mind when he said party dress but I wanted to please him. I was feeling brave. Determined. I was willing to please him, he had won me over, I wanted to be his 'arm candy' in London tonight. I had never really played that role before, in any situation, but I wanted him to be happy to be seen with me. My mind was racing to try to think what kind of dress would be a worthy headliner to follow the bikini warm up act. Whatever it was I was going to wear it for him and afterwards I was going to take it off for him.
I say 'for him' but in reality I was doing it for me. Some things take two. You can't do them alone. I had married my first boyfriend, never been with anyone else. I wanted to experience more. I didn't even know this guy, didn't really care about him, I was using him. But, he was making it easy for me, that is also true. It was fun.
He pulled off the motorway and into a shopping area. There was like 10 or 20 shops in a court type area all selling different types of women's clothes. There was a lot of casual places, a few sportswear, a couple of dance-wear shops, and a few with more formal stuff.
As we pulled back out onto the motorway again I was feeling pretty excited. I had tried on 4 or 5 dresses in 3 different shops. I let him buy one for me. I let him buy the one that he picked for me. Years later at some point it clicked that 'dance-wear' more or less means 'stripper-wear'. I didn't know it. Makes sense in retrospect. As we browsed I noticed he steered me away from anything loose or anything too frilly. I gathered that he wanted me to show my body in something fitted, tight. He also steered me away from anything with padded cups or more than one layer of material, I guess now he had seen my nipples he didn't want them covered up too much! I was game. Tight, light, fitted, short, backless, strapless, a-whole-lot-of-less. Bring it on. He was pushing an open door, so to speak....
Watch out London here I come.
To be continued...
- COMMENTS
Dilan17 months agoExtremely well-written descriptions that paint a picture for the reader's imagination to explore.
Olive_DD7 months agoAuthorHi All. If anyone is interested Part II of this story has just been published. check it out here: https://literotica.com/s/a-little-more-harmless-exhibitionism
Olive_DD8 months agoAuthor@Anonymous, I did change the location at the last minute. You have a keen eye!
Mind you, Gatwick to Brighton is less than an hour so its not that far wrong. But you are right, the bit about the rock-pools was originally written with a different city in mind. The next installment is a night out on the town so will hopefully be right at home in London!
Anonymous9 months agoGreat read, nicely written. My only criticism is the setting, as none of this quite fits with London. Distances are all wrong, coloured (US spelled) fish in rock pools - nothing quite makes sense.
