“I could do that, if you wanted. I replied. “You’d like me more on display?”
I admit. The idea did not bother me. I kind of liked it.
He nodded.
“What else?” I asked.
He looked away.
“No tell me,” what else?”
“I’d like it if you wore shorter skirts, and more low cut tops,” he answered.
He looked at me like I might kill him. I think I surprised him when I said, “let’s go shopping.”
The kids came up for lunch. I could tell they were looking at me a bit differently. I wondered who knew what. Did Scott repeat our conversation? Did Brandon or Scott tell them what they saw? I felt a tightness of excitement in my body. I wished I could have heard the conversations.
I have to admit, I may have bent over a bit more getting things out of the cabinet and fridge.
After lunch I asked what the plans were. The kids were going to take the boat out. I told them that Jim was taking me clothes shopping. Carlie insisted on coming. We cleaned up and headed out.
A small town near the lake had turned into a lakeside tourist town with the growth of the condos. We headed in to see what was there. Carlie asked what I was buying.
I rarely wore dresses or skirts. Carlie commented
“You never wear dresses and skirts,” she said.
“That’s because your dad never told me how much he liked them,” I responded.
She just said, “oh.”
When we got to town there was a swimwear shop, we decided to start there. When we got in I realized everything in there was a bikini. They were meant for much younger girls.
“I don’t think there’s anything here for me,” I said.
“Of course there is,” said Carlie. She went to my size and took one off the rack. It was a tiny yellow halter top bikini.
“Try this one,” she said.
I looked at it. There was barely any material. Plus, I’m sure my pubic hair would show. The sign said to try on bottoms over your underwear so that solved that problem.
“Really?,” I asked. I looked at my husband.
He looked at it, then looked at me, “definitely,” he said.
I shrugged my shoulders and headed for the dressing room.
I stripped down to my panties. My panties were pretty small. I pulled the bottoms on. The bottoms did not cover my panties. I knew I couldn’t wear them. I called Carlie to the dressing room.
“I can’t wear these,” I exclaimed.
She laughed and called her father over. I was topless behind a curtain in my panties and a bathing suit bottom over them. I had my arms across my tits to cover them. They pulled the curtain open and looked in. I was sure anyone in the store could see me. I felt both nervous and excited.
“I think she looks great,” said Carlie.
“Me too,” said Jim.
“Me too,” said a clerk who was standing by the dressing room.
“Close the curtain,” I shrieked.
Carlie laughed, Jim looked around confused. I grabbed the curtain and pulled it closed. I changed into my clothes and handed the bathing suit to Carlie.
“Fine,” I said.
Carlie looked around the shop.
“They have some cute sundresses mom,” she said.
I was too flabbergasted to concentrate.
“Pick some out,” I said.
Cindy handed me a few dresses from the racks. One was pretty short. The other was a gauzy thing but was longer. Jim looked at them and said let’s get both. Carlie grabbed a few more.