A German colleague invited us for dinner and Penny said she needed something more formal to wear, so we went looking.
“Clothes are expensive here, aren’t they?” Penny said, looking at some of the tags.
”I suppose it isn’t really your decision to have this dress,” I said. “It’s almost business, so how about if I get it?”
“You will? Great! Thank you Pete!”
“Up to a point, I’ll pay,” I added quickly. “No Balenciaga, though, please!”
True to gender, Penny came up with a dress she really liked, with a price that made both of us draw in a sharp breath.
“You could pay part of it,” I suggested. Penny had started to give English lessons to the daughter of a couple she’d met at the tennis club, but what she was paid for it I didn’t ask.
“I think I’ll keep looking.” Penny was clearly taking me at my word that she could hang on to whatever she earned.
Since I would be buying whatever dress she chose, I decided to work out some other way of easing my pain. In the next store, while she was trying some dresses on, I had a look at what was on offer that could look sexy. I found a red blouse that was almost transparent and that I was sure would look good on Penny. When she came out of the changing room, she was wearing a dress that looked good on her, but certainly wasn’t that week’s special offer. I told her she looked fantastic in it. In fact, it was smart and perfectly respectable, but that wasn’t my purpose in telling her how great she looked. I pulled a face at the price, then I turned, as if I’d only just noticed the red blouse.
“Are you up for a dare?” I asked.
“What sort of dare?”
“Go take your bra off and model this for me and the dress is yours.”
Penny examined the blouse, taking in that it was pretty much transparent. Her face was a picture. “Pete, there are people,” she said, looking around at the other customers, among whom were several couples.
“I know.”
“It’s see-through, Pete. Anyone who looks at me will see my tits. You want them to see my bare tits? Here? In public?”
“Yep. Not just them. I want to see your bare tits in public, too.”
“It’s the sort of dumb thing that I’d have done as a teenager. I’m twenty-six, Pete.”
“That will make it all the nicer for everyone because you’re a real woman showing a real woman’s tits, not a dumb teenage girl flashing her bee stings.”
“You’re crazy.” Penny said. She hesitated for a few more seconds, then grabbed the red blouse and disappeared into the changing room. My heart was thumping while I waited. When she appeared, she was holding her hands in front of her chest and staying well back from the shop floor. I beckoned her forward. She went pink before taking one step, then another, until she was out among the clothes racks. She paused, looking around nervously at the other shoppers. Several men were already taking an interest. Penny took her hands away and I got an instant, raging hard-on. The blouse hid nothing. Penny’s trim tits were on full, public display. Her dark nipples were very obvious and looked interestingly erect. Her face was bright red with embarrassment. She stood motionless for maybe ten seconds, then turned and fled back into the changing room.
“Satisfied?” she asked, as I paid for the dress. I was very satisfied, but the experience had given me a desire for more. That night our lovemaking was very intense and Penny came twice, which didn’t happen every day. We didn’t discuss the blouse or the people who’d seen her almost topless, but both of us knew why we were both so turned on. I started to watch out for another chance to show off my lovely lady.