Sarah Goes Shopping Pt. 01

Sarah and I had been lovers for about a year. We had met elsewhere and she had just recently moved to New York and was in love with me. For me, it had always been a purely sexual relationship. She knew full well that I saw (and slept with) other women but, because of her love, she patiently hoped that I would come to my senses and love her in return. Sarah was the greatest lover I had ever encountered. She was great from the beginning and it only got better. She was naturally passionate and sexually creative. She didn't mind when I made suggestions about what to wear or to initiate certain sexual acts which were new to her. Without hesitation, she would do what I wanted and enjoyed it. She seemed to understand instinctively what to do, knowing what would please me. In fact, she was completely malleable to my desires and fantasies. And, based on those, she began to brilliantly improvise, knowing my tastes.

She had never had any money previously and had always dressed in sort of loose bohemian clothes, thereby never letting the world know what a magnificent body she had. Sarah had never had a particularly good self-image about her looks or physique; I was able to give her the reassurance and finally the assurance which allowed her to finally understand and exploit her beauty and strong sexual gifts. Soon she fully understood her sexual powers over me and other men and women.

Sarah was about 5 foot one inches tall and firm all over. She was a modern dancer and had muscles everywhere. Her muscles were not the stringy long type but firm under the thin layer of fat which covered her body. And she had curves everywhere: there was no doubt that she was a woman. Not at all slender, she was round in all the right places; quite simply she was voluptuous, pulchritudinous, lush, and bosomy, whatever you wish to call it. And she had the most magnificent breasts I had ever seen: large, round, firm, high and protruding, with nipples which were constantly erect. In fact, she told me that of all her body parts, she was only truly pleased with her breasts. She had a bosom equal or superior to what you see in the idealized photos in Playboy. She was a 34C and her breasts were incredibly firm and high. Sarah had reddish mid-length hair which she usually wore in a pony tail. She was freckled all over, a feature she did not like but one that I found very attractive. She always wore lots of bangles and bracelets and earrings, all of which were pretty and a bit flamboyant.

As I mentioned, when we first met she dressed in sort of bohemian long and loose dresses. I was the first to suggest she might try some other, more revealing, clothes and she readily acceded. I had plenty of money and I told her that I would love to take her shopping and buy her clothes and accessories. It had always been a secret dream of hers to have clothes like I had in mind but she never had the money or self-confidence. So on a Saturday morning, we started off on a major shopping expedition, the first of many during a six-month period, to further outfit Sarah as I wished her to dress. She was absolutely thrilled to go into stores where she had never been before: Ungaro, Armani, Leger, Bergdorf's, Blahnik, Jimmy Choo, and all the rest. I suggested that we start from the inside out and from the bottom to the top. So we went down to La Petite Coquette on University Place as our first stop.

I should point out that Sarah had already purchased, with my guidance, some clothes which pleased me greatly. This morning she wore a dress which I had selected. It was a warm summer day and so she donned a light weight form-fitting floral mid-thigh summer dress with a pink background; the fabric was translucent. Anything worn beneath was readily apparent. Under the dress, Sarah had put on a tiny transparent thong which one could easily see in any light. The front of the thong was very very small and in the rear, one could see the thong coming up out of her ass crack and banding her hips. And, on a sunny day or in strong daylight, the dress was essentially transparent and one could see the gap between her legs. She wore no bra and I could see the color and shape of her nipples through the dress. The dress was quite fitted and the shape of her large breasts was apparent. I love when girls wear ankle bracelets and knowing that, Sarah had put on one simple thick gold anklet on her left ankle. For shoes, Sarah chose a pair of bright red pumps with 4 inch stiletto heels and a very low vamp, showing her toe cleavage.

There was one thing I didn't know: the only reason Sarah was wearing a thong was to ensure that her newly purchased butt plug would stay in place.

As we entered the shop, there was an attractive young saleswoman - Asian-American with a cute bob haircut - who greeted us and asked if she could help us. Sarah replied that we were looking for bras and panties, garter belts and stockings, bustiers and waist cinchers, and other things which could be of interest (I had told Sarah what she should ask for and that she should do most of the talking). The young lady could see that we were serious and immediately started to measure Sarah.

"34C-23-35," the saleswoman said and Sarah said "Yes, that is right. And what we are looking for are several types of bras. One type should be a lacy transparent 'balconette' half-cup. Another is a lower cut bra which will expose my nipples but still cup and lift my breasts. And, of course with matching garter belts."

"And panties?" said the saleswoman.

"Not always," Sarah replied with a smile. Sarah had learned from a very early point in our relationship that I preferred her to not wear panties and she almost always acceded.

"We have both types of bras and I think you will be happy with what I can show you. My name is Laura," the lady replied.

And that was the beginning of a very happy and expensive two hours. As we were the only customers in the shop, Sarah and I went into the changing room and Sarah completely disrobed, including her thong. Laura brought her numerous suggestions and it was soon evident that Laura was perfectly in tune with what Sarah and I wanted. The first bra which Sarah tried on was a pink sheer underwire, quite low-cut. It lifted her breasts, creating a deep decolletage and was so low cut that the top portion of each aureole was exposed. As she displayed how it fit to me, I merely had to smile for her to understand that I liked it.

"I want three of the same model in different colors, like black, this pink, and another pastel," Sarah said.

Laura brought another model of a bra which cupped and lifted but completely exposed Sarah's aureoles and nipples. When Sarah modeled this it was particularly sexy and Sarah asked what colors Laura had.

"Black, white, beige, pink, and light blue."

"I will take them all," Sarah said. I purchased for Sarah eight bras, three half cup and five lower cut, in different colors, including black, nude, and a pretty floral silk pattern. Also three matching garter belts and panties. The panties were special: two pairs were sheer thong styles and the other pair was a tiny black sheer bikini, minuscule in the front and very small, just covering a third of each cheek, in the rear.

I should add here that Sarah also learned early on that I insisted that she get a regular bikini waxing every three weeks at J Sisters. Therefore, when we were in the dressing room, Sarah's pudenda and clitoris and the beginning of her pussy lips were completely revealed to both me and Laura. I noticed that initially Laura took quite a look at Sarah when she first undressed as she was standing only in a pair of 4-inch stiletto heels and an ankle bracelet. I was the first to notice that Sarah had a butt plug inserted, catching sight of its sparkling crystal head. And Laura, when she noticed, couldn't take her eyes off of Sarah's derriere.

Laura was clearly impressed by Sarah's body and her ease in revealing it to the two of us.

"Sarah, with your figure, I think I will be able to make plenty of suggestions which you will both like. You were created to wear beautiful underwear. Let me also show you some stockings for your garter belts."

She proceeded to show us "modern" stockings in opaque black, sheer black, various colors of nude including some very wonderful shiny ones. And she also had a collection of older style stockings with seams up the back; they were the real ones with the "V" at the heel. We made a large selection, buying two pairs of each type.

"Next, Laura, what do you have in bustiers? I want a lacy one in black with lacy cups and shoulder straps. It should be quite low cut and yet push my breasts up and make a decolletage," Sarah said.

Laura went out of the dressing room and returned with several types of bustiers: several of which stopped at Sarah's rib cage and the others cut lower, down to just above her hips. Sarah tried on each and Laura assisted by fastening the hooks at the back at the tightest setting. The first was a great success: black, lacy, and very tight, further accentuating Sarah's hourglass figure. It came with shoulder straps and garter straps. The shoulder straps helped lift and extend outwards Sarah's breasts and the cups - made of transparent lace - helped form a deep valley between her breasts. The cups were also quite low cut so that the top of her aureoles were evident above the lace edge. One could easily imagine her breasts almost popping out of the bustier.

"Yes, this will do just fine, Laura, thank you. Now let me try on one of the other bustiers which stops at my ribcage."

Laura assisted Sarah again and this one - in fine silk beige - fitted just as well.

"Waist cinchers?" Sarah asked.

"Coming up, right away, Sarah," Laura replied. Laura brought in three waist cinchers, each in a different color: black, grey, and pink. Each had garter straps and, after trying them on, Sarah said that she would take all three.

"I would also like to see a few nightgowns, but they must be sheer, low cut, stretchy, and mid-thigh-length," Sarah instructed. Laura replied that she had several models which would be just perfect and brought them in. They were in black, pink, and blue and molded themselves to Sarah's body.

"I'll take them too," Sarah said and continued, "I think that is enough for the moment. Could you please have everything delivered to our apartment by this 7 this evening?"

"Certainly, Sarah, I will deliver them personally." Laura replied. "And why not have a drink and dinner with us, then?" I added. And then we made our departure.

We caught a taxi-cab and went to a unusual specialist store on 38th Street which exclusively sells ankle bracelets, toe rings, waist chains, belly rings, and the like. I wanted to make sure Sarah would have a wide selection of these kinds of adornments as they turn me on very much. The sales woman - a very attractive blonde woman of about forty who was wearing high stiletto heeled sandals with an ankle bracelet on her left ankle and two toe rings on each foot - showed us the waist chains and we selected three in gold: one thick, one medium, and one thin. After a few minutes I fully noticed and appreciated just how attractive the saleswoman was and how sexily she was dressed. She was wearing a form- fitting two piece knit set in light beige. She was blond and tanned and obviously had a wonderful figure. The skirt was tight and it was clear she was not wearing panties or a thong as there was no trace of any panty line. And she was not wearing a bra because the shape and coloring of her nipples were very evident through the material. She had a wonderful selection of toe rings and Sarah made another selection of five or six, several in gold and several in silver. And finally we began to examine the collection of ankle bracelets. Again, some were thick, some fine, some with repetitive patterns, some which seemed akin to charm bracelets, all in gold. We made yet another selection of about 15 types.

"And you know," said the saleslady, "you can intertwine three or four bracelets on your ankle. It looks really good."

Sarah replied "could you show me how, please" and sat down on a chair.

The woman kneeled before her and took Sarah's right foot, still in her stiletto heel and placed it on her bare thigh. She placed one thick bracelet around her ankle. I know Sarah well and I could see that Sarah was interested in the saleswoman and wanted to tease her. She did this by spreading her thighs which gave the woman the opportunity of seeing right up her dress to her hairless crotch, covered only by a transparent panty. The woman looked up and smiled at Sarah. Sarah smiled backed. The woman put another bracelet around Sarah's ankle, this time intertwining it with the first. She took the liberty of caressing Sarah's calf. And then the woman took a third bracelet, the thickest of all, and did the same as the second. When she was finished, Sarah stood before a floor length mirror with the woman behind her, smiling at Sarah's reflection in the mirror. Sarah really was looking quite magnificent: form fitting dress molding and revealing her breasts with her nipples poking the fabric, narrow waist, tiny panties evident through her dress, high high heels and bracelets on each ankle.

The woman put her hands on Sarah's hips and said "extend your right foot forward so it will be in the spotlight." The bracelets absolutely sparkled and twinkled in the light. "You obviously have the same passion for this kind of jewelry as I do. It has been my pleasure to help you. What are your names? Mine is Teresa." the woman asked. We replied and started chatting. Only then did I fully realize that we could have this woman if we wanted her, there and then. She invited us to have lunch with her at a nearby French restaurant and we readily agreed.

As we entered I could see that it was an intimate and rather dark place. The two women sat on the banquette, Sarah on the left facing me, and I sat in front of them. Teresa was obviously known at the restaurant and after we finished ordering the food and wine our conversation continued.

I told her that for some reason I found ankle bracelets and high heels an extraordinarily sexy combination and Teresa remarked "Yes, that is absolutely true and a surprisingly common fetish. As I saw you notice immediately when you came into the shop, I share the same enthusiasm. I depend on that fetish for the great success of my boutique."

I noticed that both the right hand of Sarah and Teresa's left hand had disappeared under the table and I smiled at Sarah.

Sarah smiled backed at me and said "She feels very soft and good." As I suspected both women were caressing each other's thighs under the table.

"Teresa, let me go to the lady's room for a moment," said Sarah.

During Sarah's absence, Teresa remarked, "She is an incredibly attractive woman. I am not into men really but I would love to have her."

I repled, " I think that is entirely possible." When Sarah returned, I noticed that she no longer had her thong on. Our table was in a rather isolated part of the restaurant and it was clear that both women were continuing to explore each other's thighs and nether regions.

And suddenly Teresa said, "I love how you are all smooth down there, Sarah. I keep it the same way. And you are so wet!"

Sarah was squirming a bit and turned to Teresa and said, "Kiss me now."

Teresa turned and kissed her, first gently and then harder with her tongue entering Sarah's mouth. Her left hand rose and cupped one of Sarah's large breasts. We could hear the footsteps of our waiter who was bringing the main course. The two women regained their composure and we all began to eat and drink. The conversation was entirely about sex and fetishes and clothes. We had a very frank discussion about fetish jewelry, body adornments, waxing, and other subjects close to my heart. I did notice that from time to time, one girl's hand or the other going beneath the table for a long caress.

With coffee, Teresa said to us "Why don't you come back to the shop afterwards. I have a back room which is quite comfortable and we could continue our 'discussions'." Sarah and I looked at each other and our smiles told the story. I paid the bill and we went around the corner to the shop and entered the back room.

Teresa drew the curtains at the door and turned to Sarah and said, "I really want to kiss you and make love to you."

Sarah advanced and put one hand on the back of Teresa's head and the other squeezed a buttock and they began to kiss, a long passionate deep kiss. Teresa put a hand on Sarah's left breast and squeezed it causing Sarah to moan with pleasure.

"I want to undress you, Teresa," said Sarah.

"Go ahead," replied Teresa. Sarah lifted the bottom of her sweater and raised it over her head, revealing a small but firm pair of breasts and lovely small erect nipples.

"Now the skirt," said Sarah, undoing the zipper in the back and pulling the skirt down. Teresa was now completely revealed to us. She was tan and obviously was accustomed to wearing a tiny Brazilian style bikini: her tan marks left just tiny white spaces around her aureoles and her pussy and up her ass crack. The rest of her was a rich brown. And she obviously believed in what she was selling: she had a belly ring and through it ran a thick gold chain around her waist. She was completely waxed. Teresa unbuttoned Sarah's dress and it fell to the ground. Before me were two beautiful women, one just entering middle age and the other 25, about to make love to each other on the couch. Sarah dropped her mouth to Teresa's breasts and began to suckle and nibble on each nipple. Teresa's hand descended to Sarah's pussy and slid one and then two fingers up her slick vagina. Both girls, knowing of my preference for women keeping their shoes on during sex, remained shod in their sexy high heels.

Eventually Sarah sat on the couch, opened her legs, removed her butt plug and said to Teresa, "Lick me, I want to come."

Teresa did just that, at first concentrating on Sarah's clitoris, then her vaginal lips, then her ass hole. I was the first to fuck Sarah up the ass and she soon learned to love it, liking it just as much as vaginal sex. Sarah had learned to enjoy having her ass hole licked and fingered and probed and was fully capable of having an anal orgasm with my cock up her ass.

So when Teresa began to lick her asshole Sarah began to get more excited and said "Stick two fingers up my asshole and go in and out while licking my clitoris and lips. I can come soon." Teresa did just that and after a few minutes, with Sarah squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples, Sarah experienced an enormous orgasm.

After recovering, they reversed positions and Sarah, on her knees, began to lick Teresa's pussy and asshole. I pulled out my hard cock and approached Sarah from behind, inserting it into Sarah's slippery vagina for a few strokes and then forcing it into her asshole, causing her to moan with pleasure and pain. Sarah continued to lick Teresa as I fucked Sarah and finally Teresa had a big fat orgasm. Soon I came in Sarah's ass, another large orgasm. With my cock still in her, Sarah raised herself and pulled Teresa towards her and they began to deeply kiss, their faces wet with their pussy juices.

When I pulled my cock out of Sarah, she turned and said, "Let me lick your cock clean." She took my still erect cock and put it in her mouth, sucking it and licking it clean. Sarah and I then kissed, tongues penetrating each other's mouth.

Finally Teresa said, "It was a great pleasure to have you visit my store. I hope we will meet soon again." We all stood up and dressed.

"I left my panties in the restaurant," said Sarah, "and I can't very well go back and reclaim them, can I? I guess I shall just have to go without for the rest of the day, just like Teresa."

"Shall we continue our shopping expedition, Sarah, by going to Manolo Blahnik?" I asked.

"Yes, I definitely need some new heels," Sarah replied. Sarah kissed Teresa on the lips, with her tongue slipping into Teresa's mouth and fondling her breasts. I kissed Teresa on each cheek. Before parting we made a date to meet that evening for an evening of dining and further exploration.

We found a taxi and entered it Knowing that Sarah was completely nude under her dress, I slid my hand up her dress and caressed her warm thighs and fingered her smooth and slick pussy. She spread her legs more widely to give me fuller access. As we approached 42nd and Madison, we got stuck in a traffic jam.

Sarah whispered in my ear "Let me lean forward and then you can stick your fingers up my ass. I bet I could come while we are stuck here. I need to come again. Once was not enough." So I withdrew my slick fingers from her pussy and she leaned forward and a bit away from me, exposing her covered buttock cheeks to me. I raised her dress and inserted one and then two fingers into her ass. Her ass was already lubed by my sperm and my fingers easily went in and out. It was one of those incredible situations with jammed traffic, blaring horns, and my lover building up to an anal orgasm in a taxi in mid-town Manhattan. Our driver could not see what was going on nor could he hear anything because of the street noise and the plastic barrier between him and us. Sarah leaned over more so I could more deeply penetrate her ass. Sometimes I would go in and out slowly, sometimes quickly, and sometimes I would push my fingers as deeply as I could and explore the walls of her rectum. Finally, Sarah built up to a crescendo and she came yet again, heaving and groaning. My fingers remained deep in her until she finally relaxed and her rectum naturally squeezed them from her asshole.

Sarah turned and kissed me passionately, saying "Thank you, that was wonderful. Let me lick your fingers. I love the smell and taste." She took my fingers into her mouth and sucked on them. At last the traffic started moving and we arrived at 55th and 5th Avenue.

I got out first and turned towards Sarah. As she departed the car, she first swung one leg out, thereby fully displaying her bare pussy to me. She let me (and several passers- by) get a good look before bringing her other leg out and standing and entering the shop. The place was busy but I knew one of the salesmen (from other shopping expeditions with other women), an obviously gay guy named Tom. Tom smiled, knowing that I was there with yet another young woman and that he was going to make a good sale. We walked around the shop picking shoes of various types for Sarah to try on, with Tom following taking notes on our selections. Sarah was causing quite a stir in the shop because of her rather obvious nudity under her dress and her very provocative manner. Both men and women stared at her. After having made about 15 selections, we picked two chairs facing the sun-light filled front window of the store and sat down. Tom went to fetch some of the shoes and soon returned, sitting on a low bench in front of Sarah. All of our selections were either mules or strappy sandals or pumps with a very low vamp and inner side, thereby displaying Sarah's wonderful toe cleavage and arches. And, of course, all the shoes had 4 or 5 inch stiletto heels. I should add here that Sarah regularly got a manicure and pedicure and today her hand- and toe-nails with painted in a bright rich red.

Tom brought out of the box the first pair of shoes, a classic pair of black crocodile pumps. Sarah raised her right foot, the one with the intertwined bracelets round her ankle and placed it on the bench. Tom removed her shoe and slipped the pump on. This was repeated with the other foot. It was obvious to me that Sarah had made it entirely possible for Tom to see up her dress. Sarah stood in the shoes and walked around the shop. The shoes were really magnificent: shiny alligator pattern, slender almost nail thin heels, low vamp exposing the cracks between her toes, the high heels causing her buttocks and breasts to be further accentuated. Many of the clients and all the staff were looking at Sarah as she walked around. She came back to us and faced us in front of the window, allowing the sunlight to go shine through her dress, giving me and Tom and several others with voyeuristic tendencies to see the shape of her thighs and her crotch through the thin material of her dress. All her ankle bracelets were sparkling and if one could tear one's eyes away from the display below the waist, one could see how the thin material of the dress molded her breasts and allowed anyone who wanted to see the shape of her large breasts and the coloration of her aureoles through the thin material. And when she turned and made a pirouette, the crack of her ass was clearly visible.

"I like them. Let's take them if you approve," Sarah said. "They look great on you. Let's also get the same in brown as well. Next pair, please, Tom," I replied.

Tom took out a pair of bright red mules with two straps each. Sarah offered one foot and then the other to Tom, allowing him to slip off the pump and slide on the mule, each time giving Tom and several men passing by to get a look at her bare pussy. Again, she took and made a little promenade about the shop, with all eyes on her.

Returning to us and again standing in front of the window, she said "Yes, they are perfect. I also want these in that blue."

And so the next hour was spent very pleasantly, with us buying ten pairs of shoes including more mules and pumps and sling-backs. Tom knew that he should have them delivered them to my residence in the late afternoon.

While I was paying the bill and Sarah was looking at other shoes, Tom said "She is one of the sexiest women we have ever had in this shop. And that is saying something. Who is she?"

I replied very simply, "Her name is Sarah and she is a very good friend of mine."

"Well, have fun with her and come back soon," Tom said.

I answered, "I have every intention of having lots of fun with her. Thanks."

We then walked up 5th Avenue, Sarah attracting much attention from both men and women, to Ascot Chang. I wanted Sarah to get some handmade shirts. We entered and they greeted me by name.

I explained what I wanted: "This young lady needs some shirts made of the finest and thinnest fabrics. They should be heavily darted beneath her breasts so that the lower part of the shirt is tight to her ribcage and then, because of the darts, the upper portion of the shirt cups and supports her breasts. The shirts should be very fitted and tight." The sales manager called for the female assistant to measure Sarah. The young lady - a beautiful and elegant slender Chinese woman who wore a beautiful simple white blouse with a tight pencil skirt and high stiletto heels - came out from the back and asked Sarah to come to the dressing room to be measured. The shop assistants all watched Sarah's behind twitch in the close fitting dress as she walked to the fitting room in the back of the store. Sarah later told me happened: they entered the dressing room and the curtains were drawn. The saleswoman, who introduced herself as Jasmine, asked Sarah to disrobe so she could be measured. Without hesitation, Sarah unbuttoned her dress and stepped out of it, revealing her total nudity to Jasmine. Jasmine simply stared at her for a moment, from top to bottom, almost as if she was coldly analyzing yet another client's figure.

Then she said, "You are really beautiful. I am going to enjoy measuring you." Jasmine took out her tape measure and began to measure Sarah for sleeve length, collar, waist, etc. While kneeling to measure Sarah's waist, she could feel the warm breath of Jasmine on her exposed pussy. Standing again, Jasmine put the tape measure around Sarah's breasts and, as the tape slipped, she lifted it, grazing Sarah's right nipple.

Sarah looked straight into Jasmine's eyes, smiled, and said, "That felt good."

"I am glad I did not offend you," Jasmine replied.

"Not at all. You are a very attractive woman, Jasmine," Sarah said, beginning to flirt with the assistant, caressing her shoulder with her hand and letting it slide over abreast.

"Thank you. I must admit that you are the sexiest woman I have ever seen," Jasmine said.

"Well then, kiss me now," Sarah demanded. Jasmine moved closer and put her arms around Sarah and kissed her, gently and then passionately. Jasmine's right hand moved to hold and squeeze Sarah's large breasts, causing Sarah to begin breathing more and more deeply. Jasmine's left hand descended and began to finger Sarah's clitoris and moist pussy. Sarah broke away.

"There are too many people in the store. Jasmine, this is just a taste of who I am and what I am like. Let us meet tonight and have a wonderful time together."

"Yes, you are right," Jasmine and returned to measuring Sarah.

Sarah dressed and we began to pick the fabrics, each one thin and light and several quite sheer. When Sarah would wear one of these shirts, she left several of the buttons undone at the top, giving a wonderful view of her decolletage. The darting created cups which carried and supported her breasts and were structured to create a deep valley between them. And the thinness of the fabric allowed one to see the color of her nipples through the fabric. And, of course, the thinness of the material allowed her erect nipples to be quite noticeable. Before leaving Sarah and Jasmine made arrangements for the Chinese woman to come to our apartment tonight.

After that, we made one last stop before returning home and preparing for the evening's events. We went next door to Bergdorf's where they have an Herve Leger boutique. Leger specializes in dresses made out of a highly stretchable fabric which molds itself to the body. The fabric is woven in all sorts of bright colors. As we entered the boutique, the sales woman, an attractive young woman about 30 years old, welcomed us. We browsed about and settled on a tank dress of which there were several colors, including bright yellow, red, and white. Sarah asked to try on all three and the three of us went into the dressing room. After hanging each dress on the back of the door, the saleswoman withdrew and closed the door. Sarah removed her dress and put the white one on. It was a tight fit, and Sarah really worked hard to pull it up and over her ass. I zipped it up the back. She pirouetted for me and I thought she looked really magnificent: it showed everything, including the crack between her buttock cheeks, her protruding nipples, simply everything. The dress was short, ending about five inches above her knees, much of her back was bare and there was an extreme decolletage in the front, revealing a deep valley between her breasts. I thought this dress was perfect for her and for the evening. Sarah agreed and went out of the cubicle to the saleswoman who looked at her with great interest and admiration.

"I'll take it," Sarah said.

And the saleswoman said, "You really have the figure for this dress. You look stunning."

We then caught a cab home, carrying a number of packages and feeling slightly tired from the day's activities. We both took a nap and then Sarah entered the bathroom to take a shower. The buzzer rang and the doorman announced that there was a delivery from Manolo Blahnik and that at the same time a woman named Laura had a delivery for Sarah.

I told the doorman to send Laura and the deliveries right up. When the elevator door opened, Laura exited with several boxes and a large package from Blahnik's. Laura had changed her clothes and was now wearing a gauzy halter top and a low slung tight skirt and high blue stiletto heels. She looked great: the halter was made of a very thin stretchy material which totally revealed the shape of her rather large breasts and exposed their sides. Her flat stomach and navel were revealed and I was delighted to see her belly button was pierced. She was also wearing a bracelet on each ankle. Laura has applied plenty of make up. I asked her to come in and sit down. As I followed her into the living room, I could see, from the tightness of the skirt, how it stretched around her buttocks, molding them and displaying her ass crack.

"I've been looking forward to this evening very much," Laura said.

"We have too," I replied, "and we have several other friends to join us. I think you will enjoy meeting them."

Then Sarah opened the bedroom door and appeared in a haze of rich perfume filling the room. She had changed into a beige cashmere ribbed stretchy tank dress, ending four inches above her knees. The dress fitted her extremely snugly and the fabric molded her breasts, revealing her erect nipples. Around her waist she wore one of the simple gold waist chains we had purchased this morning. And the dress hugged her buttocks and thighs, revealing every curve of her body. Matching the color of her dress were her shoes: five-inch stiletto beige crocodile sling-backs which we had purchased earlier in the month at Jimmy Choo. Always thinking of me, Sarah had put on two gold toe rings on each foot and three or four ankle gold bracelets intertwined on one ankle and a thick gold bracelet with charms dangling from it on the other ankle. She looked magnificent standing there, knowing that she was being admired and coveted by both Laura and me. Sarah made a slow pirouette, showing herself off and then came over and sat in a chair facing Laura, who was reclining on the couch. I joined Laura on the couch and we both continued to examine Sarah, whose dress had ridden way up her thighs. Both Laura and I could see right up her dress to her bare thighs and naked pussy. Sarah was obviously deliberately revealing herself to us for our pleasure and excitement. And she smelled wonderful.

To be continued...