“You want me running around in public wearing just this tiny dress Dylan, flashing my bits to everyone around me do you Dylan?”
“That is up to you Esther, although I’m sure that I already know the answer. It’s the same for the leisure centre, I’m sure that you’ll wear as little as you can get away with there.”
“Thanks to you Dylan I’m sure that you are right. I wonder if I can get away with wearing just one of those fabric free G-string and bra sets that you are about to buys me?”
That shop also had a range of sex toys and I was a bit embarrassed as Dylan picked up some of the products and asked me what I thought of them.
“Interesting.” I replied as I tried to imaging some of the dildos and vibrators inside me, those thoughts causing my bits to tingle and my pussy to get wet, again.
Dylan bought me a dildo that is bigger than Dylan’s cock, a massage ‘wand’, and a remote controlled vibrator that Dylan could control from his phone. I had a vision of me sunbathing in the back harden and Dylan controlling the vibrator in my pussy from his desk at work.
One other thing that made that little shop so very different from the other fashion shops that I’d ever been in was that there were no changing rooms, the owner, a very friendly and helpful young woman called Bethany, telling us that if girls were buying the sort of outfits that she sold, they probably wouldn’t mind trying-on the garments right there in the main part of the shop.
“You’re right there Bethany.” Dylan replied as he looked at me as I took the dress off in the middle of the shop and tried on the skirts and tops that we’d ***********ed.
Whilst I was doing that Dylan was looking a rack of long (ankle length), black dresses.
“What are you thinking Dylan?” I asked as I struggled to pull up a denim skirt that was more like a belt.
“You’re going to need at least one long dress for the formal events that I’ll be taking you to Esther. When you’ve finished there will you try on a couple of these?”
A few minutes later I was stepping in to one of the long gowns. It was backless, had a very low-cut front that I was sure that if I bent a little my tits would be visible to anyone in front of me, and the dress part had slits up the sides, right to my waist; but it was too long for the short me.
“I can shorten it for you if you decide to buy it, it’s one that I designed and made myself.”
“Impressive.” Dylan replied, “did you make everything on display here?”
“No, I’d need to work 48 hour days to do that, just the garments with a ‘YLFE’ label.”
I quickly realised what YLFE stood for as I looked at myself in a mirror and decided that I liked the dress.
I tried on a similar, but slightly different dress then asked Dylan if I could have them. When Dylan said that I could he also asked Bethany if she could shorten them. I then had to stand wearing each of the dresses, in turn, and wearing a pair of the heels that we’d just bought, whilst Bethany measured how much to take off the length.
As Dylan was paying for all the things that we’d bought, Bethany told Dylan that the 2 dresses would be ready in 3 days. Dylan turned to me and asked me if I could come and get them as he’d be at work.
“No problem.” I replied.
“You’re new credit card might have arrived by then, if it hasn’t you can borrow mine.” Dylan said.
“So I can buy some more clothes then?”
“Exactly Esther.”
On the subject of spending Dylan’s money, I forgot to mention that just before the wedding I’d quit my job because Dylan told me that he earned enough for me not to work. At the time I was happy to go along with that just so long as Dylan didn’t mind if I got a job somewhere along the line if I wanted to.
Dylan had told me that I could be a leisurely housewife spending all the sunny days sunbathing in the back garden and talking to the neighbours. On the rainy or cold days I could join some sports clubs, go to the huge leisure centre just a 10 minute walk away, or just go shopping.
When we left that shop we headed straight for home, both of us laden with shopping bags which meant that I couldn’t have done anything, even if I’d wanted to, about the breeze in the Underground blowing the very light-weight skirt part of my new dress all over the place. My butt and pussy must have been on display at times but at the time I was more interested in getting home with those bulky bags.
Dylan had to sit opposite me on the train and he later told me that he was pleased that I hadn’t crossed my legs because he’d really enjoyed staring at my pussy for most of the journey. I wondered how many other people had seen it.
The day had been quite exhausting but after we’d had something to eat Dylan phoned his parents to let them know that we were back from our honeymoon. They had a long chat and they talked about us going to visit them and them coming to visit us but no dates were fixed although Dylan did tell them that it was okay for them to just call in anytime that they wanted. After the call Dylan and I talked about them catching me naked and again Dylan told me that he was sure that it wouldn’t be a problem.
I kind of liked the idea of me being naked in front of Dylan’s brother and their dad, both being reasonably handsome.
Then it was time for me to phone my mum and dad. I was dreading mum inviting herself over. I knew that there would be a bust-up but I was trying to defer it for as long as possible.
It felt a little weird talking to my mum on the phone whilst I was naked and Dylan was playing with my tits and pussy but I got through it without feeling obliged to invite them over.
Dylan had suggested that I call my parents on a video call and I replied,
“That would be okay if you never want to see my parents again but I like my dad and don’t want to never see him again. Besides, I’m not sure that my mother knows how to video call.”
Then it was bed and to finish what Dylan had started when I was on the phone to my parents.
*****
Day 2
After waking up the best possible way and finishing what Dylan had started whilst I was still asleep, we went through all the photos that Dylan had taken and picked out the ones for our special wedding album, and the ones that we wanted blown-up to A1 size.
Then it was into central London again to find a photography shop where we could get the prints done, and to buy the frames for the A1 photos.
I wore one of my new, ultra short dresses and had some fun at the station and even on the train which was very busy and men were brushing against me as they got on and off. Dylan later told me that I should go on the rush hour trains where he’d heard stories of men putting their hands up the skirts of the girls who were wearing very short skirts.
I thought about that a bit and considered catching those trains once Dylan was back at work.
We could have got the smaller prints done on one of those machines but Dylan had said that we may as well get the whole lot done in one specialist shop. At the time I’d asked him if he’d suggested that so that a guy in the shop would see all the photos.
“That did cross my mind, you don’t mind do you Esther?”