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By *izterry OP Couple
over a year ago
Norwich |
It was lunchtime a couple of Saturdays ago that hubby suggested I should put 'something nice' on and we would go out for a drink. 'Something nice' can be interpreted as Stockings and suspenders with skirt and blouse so I duly obliged did my makeup and we were on our way to the coast and a large and lively pub that has a nice lunch menu.
A couple of glasses of wine waiting to be served and another couple with my lunch and I was a little tipsy. Hubby seized on the opportunity and suggested I should raise my skirt a little, his eyes lit up as my stocking tops became visible not only to him but also one or two others chaps in the restaurant who were suddenly taking notice of me. Hubby got up to go to the loo and when he came back he had another drink for me, I sipped it before he told me to 'drink-up, it's time to go. We made our way back to the carpark with hubby supporting my slightly wobbly stance whilst at the same time feeling my suspender bumps.
Once in the car he suggested we should go shopping! A rare event indeed for him but who was I to complain? A few minutes later and we were in the carpark of a superstore, not quite the shop I had in mind but a shop nonetheless. As we walked across the carpark I was very aware that I had consumed rather more drink than I should have done but hubby was there so I knew I was ok.
When we got inside the shop things improved, hubby suggested we buy clothes! Unbelievable!! But I readily agreed, we wandered over to the rails and looked at one or two nice things. After a few minutes hubby selected first a skirt and then a blouse I looked and said 'no way, they are far too young for me'. The skirt was very short and the blouse almost transparent. Hubby became quite dominant and said 'go try them on' I protested but eventually found myself in front of the changing room mirror pulling the skirt as low as possible to hide my stocking tops and pleased I had worn a sensible bra. I tottered outside still a little tipsy to be greeted by hubby's glare. He was not amused and told me to get back to the changing rooms to pull the skirt up to its proper position and to remove my bra!
I protested but once again found myself in front of the mirror this time with nipples poking into the transparent material minus my bra and the skirt clearly exposing my stocking tops! I can only think it was the drink that made me go outside to show hubby. As I came into his view he clearly shook I did a very quick walk up and down then went straight back to put on my normal clothes. By now I was feeling a bit better and realised what I had just done, I was very embarrassed. I wandered back outside to be greeted by a very happy hubby. I told him he was very naughty encouraging me to do that and he just laughed. We wandered over to the returns rail and he asked what I was doing, I replied 'putting those silly clothes back! Put them in the basket he exclaimed you’ll be wearing them when we go out tonight !! The rest of the day? Well that's another story.
Having been persuaded to keep those 'silly clothes' in the basket we continued with our shopping. It wasn't very long before I realised that almost every time I bent down to select something, I could see the same guy looking at me. I told hubby and asked what he thought the guy was playing at? Hubby replied, 'Oh he's probably after another flash of your tits and stocking tops'. 'What do you mean another'? I asked 'He was standing to the side over by the changing rooms when you walked up and down, he probably saw everything'. I stood silent for a moment, angry that hubby hadn't warned me but I have to admit also a little excited at what had happened.
Hubby then said he would have a word with the guy if I wanted to get him to leave. Why I said it I don't know but I then replied No, don't frighten him, as long as he keeps his distance I don't suppose he is doing any real harm. Hubby seized on my words and called me a naughty girl, suggesting I was enjoying myself. I had to admit I was.
Hubby leaned over to me and whispered in my ear, I heard myself objecting but this time found myself standing in the ladies room. Slowly I unbuttoned first one, then two, then three buttons of my blouse, only to reveal my sensible bra. Next thing I new I had placed said bra in my handbag and beside it my knickers. Before leaving the room I turned over the waistband of my skirt a couple of times so now it only just covered my stocking tops. I took a deep breath and returned to where I had left hubby in the store.
Once again on greeting hubby he visibly shook he told me afterwards he had almost come in his shorts. It was obvious upon looking at the open buttons of my blouse that I had done as he asked and removed my bra. Meanwhile from the corner of my eye I could see our new found watcher trying to pretend he wasn't looking.
We continued our shopping with me leaning over or bobbing down and both husband and watcher getting ever increasing flashes of my most private parts. It turned out that whilst I was in the loo hubby had told the viewer to keep his distance and he would be in for a treat.
Eventually shopping done, I found myself walking across the carpark, watcher a short way behind us. Hubby whispered 'give him a flash of stocking tops'. I went one better and blushed as I felt the cold wind on the bare cheeks of my bottom. As we loaded the shopping into the boot of our car our watcher got an uninterrupted view of me leaning over. I glanced his way and could see his hand moving frantically in his pocket as I got into the car.
Hubby took the basket back to the bay and on his way spoke with our watcher. Back in the car hubby told me our watcher had thanked him for the show. 'Perhaps he should have thanked me' I said. 'Well if that's what you want' said hubby and before I knew it he had beckoned our watcher over to our car.
By the time our watcher had got to our car hubby had my left boob in his hand my nipple squeezed between two of his fingers. I remember being grateful for the fact it was by now nearly 4pm on a murky winter afternoon and almost dark outside. Level with our car our watcher now had his hand back in his pocket, meanwhile hubby was fast pushing the hem of my skirt nearer my waistband. As hubby brushed my most private parts I shuddered, he knew exactly how to handle me and very soon my eyes rolled back as my body hit that point of no return. By the time I opened my eyes our watcher had gone; hubby reached over and kissed me, telling me how much he loved me. All the way home he caressed the tops of my legs. As we left the car to go indoors the final compliment was a stream of white fluid, flared backwards on the outside of my door, it seemed our viewer had left his mark. I went into the lounge and collapsed in a heap onto the sofa. Hubby smiled at me and said 'don't get too comfortable, remember you have new clothes to wear when we go out tonight' |
