- Sun Aug 25, 2013 9:43 pm
#29055
The best part about holidaying overseas is that my wife can wear her most revealing gowns with even less thought than she gives to them at home. While on vacation last year, my wife wore her most revealing gown to dinner at an intimate restaurant. The gown is made of the thinnest possible black cotton. So think that it stretches over her breasts without squashing them, allowing her perky nipples to tent it and show a slight pinkness through the fabric. A few curves of the breast show through as light penetrates the fabric as do the curves of her ass. It is as close to naked as you can get in public while still looking elegant. At that particular dinner we'd walked through the hotel lobby, a short distance through the village and enjoyed a long dinner with people at a table that touched ours next to us. The idea of strolling and dining with a nearly naked woman was the most erotic sensation outside of sex.
When we returned home, I'd been asking her to wear it out to dinner here even though I knew that it was not possible. Well, she surprised me. She put it on and even at home in the interior lighting I could tell that it was going to hide little. Staring at her crotch, I could just about make out the darkness of her bush. In the evening sun, there wouldn't be much hidden. I felt a little nervous. Not her. I let her pick dinner. She decided to pick a restaurant near a local mall. I was surprised because it was so public. A large public parking lot. Close to home. The possibility of running into friends. Seemed like none of it mattered. We got to the mall and walked to the restaurant with the sun at our backs. Frankly, I was a little relieved. On the way, she suggested we check out a few stores, which got me by surprise. She strode into one. At this point, the store lights punched through her dress. There was no hiding. She picked a salesman to help her with a few things and I could see him swallowing up the view. She decided to buy something and stood in line at the check out. From within the store, I could see every eye look at her. A seam hid part of her ass crack, but the rest of her showed everywhere the dress touched her. A sleek tall woman just barely clothed.
As we walked out of the store, we passed a conservative furniture store. I had an idea. I asked her to walk and check her text messages. She stood leaning against a bookcase, the lights for the books punching through her dress. Head bent down, checking her messages, on display for anyone interested. I sat down on a chair across from her and started up a text message conversation to see how long she'd hold out. Her breasts stood out in their natural unconstrained shape, the puffy nipples casting shadows on the dress. The side of her pelvis cast a shadow that put her bush into darkness, but teased staring eyes with the possibility of a more generous view. After a few minutes, I'd had enough.
"Take out and sex?" she said?
"Yes."
When we returned home, I'd been asking her to wear it out to dinner here even though I knew that it was not possible. Well, she surprised me. She put it on and even at home in the interior lighting I could tell that it was going to hide little. Staring at her crotch, I could just about make out the darkness of her bush. In the evening sun, there wouldn't be much hidden. I felt a little nervous. Not her. I let her pick dinner. She decided to pick a restaurant near a local mall. I was surprised because it was so public. A large public parking lot. Close to home. The possibility of running into friends. Seemed like none of it mattered. We got to the mall and walked to the restaurant with the sun at our backs. Frankly, I was a little relieved. On the way, she suggested we check out a few stores, which got me by surprise. She strode into one. At this point, the store lights punched through her dress. There was no hiding. She picked a salesman to help her with a few things and I could see him swallowing up the view. She decided to buy something and stood in line at the check out. From within the store, I could see every eye look at her. A seam hid part of her ass crack, but the rest of her showed everywhere the dress touched her. A sleek tall woman just barely clothed.
As we walked out of the store, we passed a conservative furniture store. I had an idea. I asked her to walk and check her text messages. She stood leaning against a bookcase, the lights for the books punching through her dress. Head bent down, checking her messages, on display for anyone interested. I sat down on a chair across from her and started up a text message conversation to see how long she'd hold out. Her breasts stood out in their natural unconstrained shape, the puffy nipples casting shadows on the dress. The side of her pelvis cast a shadow that put her bush into darkness, but teased staring eyes with the possibility of a more generous view. After a few minutes, I'd had enough.
"Take out and sex?" she said?
"Yes."
- By johnforbes
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