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"Come with me. I don't want to go by myself."
I groaned. The last thing on Earth I wanted to do was go shopping with Sara. I hated shopping, especially with women. I don't know what part is more infuriating: that shopping as a past-time is boring as hell, or that while I'm bored out of my skull, she's having the time of her life.
"It'll be fun."
I was about to tell her, no way, there's a baseball game on TV or something, when she gave me The Look. She cocked her head slightly to the side and gave me the tiniest hint of a smile, her pretty lips freshly licked, her dark eyes shining.
The Look is not something to be taken lightly. I hesitated.
"Maybe I'll get you a little pres-ent," she said in a suggestive sing-song.
A pres-ent?
Hmm.
The next thing I knew, I was trailing behind her through the aisles of our neighborhood department store. She navigated the route through complicated walkways like a seasoned sailor, and we found ourselves at the boundary between Lingerie and Casual Apparel. On the right, mannequins stood guard wearing pretty dresses; on the left, they towered over us in garish underwear.
Unfortunately, on this day, Sara's preferences put us on the right side of the aisle. She turned away from the bras and panties and flipped through the summer dress racks. She came out with something in a floral print. "What do you think?" she said, hugging the dress up against herself.
What I thought was, I wish I were that dress, and I wish it were me pressed up against her cute little body. And I wondered if I would have much say over what this promised pres-ent of mine would be.
Sara immersed herself again in the search for dresses. My attention wandered, and I looked back around at a particularly shapely mannequin wearing a lacy red garter belt. Across the way, I noticed a striking older woman holding a hangered bra and panty set. She was something else: tall, dark-haired, with deep red lips. She took her underwear seriously, and she studied the ensemble with a steady eye.
"What are you staring at?" Sara whispered in my ear.
I jumped and spun around. I kicked myself for not being more discreet.
Fortunately, Sara was smiling. I exhaled my quietest "whew." "Maybe later we'll spend some time over there?" She placed her index finger in the middle of my chest and drew a line up and down.
My mind zipped back to what my pres-ent might be. And my penis began to stir!
"I thought you might like that!" Sara giggled. She grabbed my hand and pulled. "Come on, tell me how this looks." She led me towards the changing rooms.
There was a small couch near the bank of booths where I waited for Sara to change into her dress. I could see her feet under the bottom of the changing room door. She kicked off her shoes, and then her pants slid off. I could see nothing but skin all the way to mid-shin. And I could imagine how far up that bare skin went! Watching her like that, I developed a new appreciation for shopping!
I witnessed a weird little barefoot dance, and then out came Sara, her new dress hugging her figure, waltzing with a broad smile and a wink. "Zip me," she said presenting her back and holding her blond hair up off her neck. The back of the dress gaped open. I could smell her hair, and I wanted to press my face into it, feel its softness and be surrounded by its sweet scent.
I looked down into the open back of the dress. Sara had not worn a bra! I glanced around. Two saleswomen gabbed together at the checkout register, and the other customer in Lingerie was still absorbed in her search.
Other than that, we were alone.
I put my hands flat on her back and she yelped. "You're hands are cold!" she giggled.
"Warm them up," I said.
"Come on. Zip me. Tell me how it looks."
Once the zipper was secure, I stepped back and she spun around, the dress twirling up around her. She did a little hip-shake, and suddenly she grabbed the hem and lifted it up.
And there was nothing under the dress. Nothing at all, except for Sara!
"What do you think of your pres-ent?" And she turned her back and thrust her butt out, flipping the dress up off her bare bottom.
The quickest glance verified that the saleswomen were still preoccupied, but I didn't dare take time to see if anyone was watching from Lingerie. Sara did not seem at all concerned about potential witnesses. She lifted her dress way up. She was bare from the waist down, and she spun around once, twice, three times. I got one, two, three looks at her shapely bottom, and one, two, three, looks at her delicate blond bush.
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