In preparation for a big party we were invited to, You and I went to the shops in New York. I wanted a nice, somewhat "daring" dress, and we had to go to the more expensive shops to find a suitable one. I used you as an indication as to whether the dress I was trying on, was "exciting" enough. I knew you wanted me to wear something which would show my body off, and I let you believe I was doing it for your sake. You likes the simple type with a bare back and just a couple of strings to hold up the front, usually tied at the back of the neck, or perhaps with a more elaborate string system, and sort too, as they show off my body nicely and long sexy legs. As I tried on the third one , I started to suspect that You just had me trying on so many because he liked that fact that I had to strip practically naked in the fitting-room to change into them.
I knew you must be watching me change, what guy wouldn't? . I bent down to get my shoes off (I had brought high heels along to try on with the dresses, as they don't look good in flat shoes), even though I could have waited until I had my T-shirt on again after taking off the last dress. I only had on my small pink panties, which I was going to wear under the dress, and as I imagined you looking at me changing, I felt my nipples go hard.
I left the curtain 8 to 10 inches open. I started to slip the dress over my head again. In the mirror I saw some movement through the opening. It was you, you had positioned yourself so you could have a clear view of me through the opening in the curtains. I let the dress drop down again. I turned around looking at it from and both sides.
I pretended to check how revealing it was by lifting the material away at the sides baring my breasts. I turned back and forth pretending to look at myself in the mirror but actually I was looking at you. You are handsome and very sexy, I found myself getting really excited and I wet my fingers and squeezed my nipples hard. I let the material cover my breasts again and pretended to check how much my hard nipples were visible through the material. I wondered how that made you feel. The dress clung to my body. I stretched it down over my ass pretending to see how much my pink thong strings were visible through the material. I decided they were too obvious and lifted up the dress so that I could try to reposition them, and at the same time letting him see a good deal of my ass. I was still quite tanned from the summer, and I had a distinct white area where my bikini bottoms had been. I always find that this area is rather private, because it indicates where you haven't otherwise been willing to reveal in public.