The idea that Penny had a fantasy life that didn’t quite include me intrigued me, though. She could only have been reliving the scene at the restaurant, but with extras. I wondered whether it was that specific waiter or the fact of showing off that turned her on.
I picked Penny up from her tennis club the following afternoon. I loved to see her dressed for tennis, in the little white skirt and top that the club insisted on. From our first sex together, I’d always loved the scent of her body. She smelt delicious when I nibbled her neck in the car. Our route back home took us through the shopping centre. It was late, but the shops were still open. I stopped the car near the store where I knew she’d bought the shoes that I’d seen her wearing the previous day.
”The black shoes you were wearing the other day didn’t go with the dress,” I said. ”But the heels made your legs look great. How about we go and look for some the right colour.” Penny looked oddly at me.
”I’m all sweaty.” She ran a hand between her bottom and the leather of the car seat and showed me a damp palm. ”Look, my knickers are soaked.”
”Why don’t you take them off, then?”
Penny looked hard at me, then, without a word, pulled her damp knickers down and off and stuffed them into her sports bag. Just watching her waltz across to the store in her little white tennis skirt had me breathing hard. Once inside, we spent a few minutes inspecting high heels, with Penny studiously avoiding looking at me as she browsed the displays. Then she held up a pair of heels as high as the ones I’d seen her in. I caught the eye of a salesman. He’d been checking out Penny from the corner of his eye, and he came quickly towards us. Penny handed him the shoe. She and I sat and waited for him to return with the correct size.
A few minutes later, he returned and took a stool opposite Penny. She extended her leg for him to fit the shoe. He was openly admiring the length of elegant ankle, calf and thigh stretched out towards him. He leaned slightly to one side, trying to see up Penny’s skirt. She responded by crossing one leg over the other and leaning forward, to look more closely at the shoe. That had the dual effect of parting her thighs and making her little skirt slide upwards. The man blinked, swallowed hard and almost choked. I leaned round, trying to look as if I was examining the shoe, too. Penny’s trimming of her pubic hair had left her sex on display in all its glory. She was wet, too, with a drop of glistening moisture peeping between her outer labia. She put her foot down. We got a repeat performance with the other shoe, before Penny stood and paraded up and down the shop. Even if I hadn’t known she was naked under her skirt, I don’t think I could have had a bigger hard on. The salesman took out a handkerchief and mopped his forehead. Penny showboated back to us and nodded. I pulled out my wallet and paid. We got back to the car without the tricky Saarbrücken wind blowing Penny’s skirt up and showing her bare ass and pussy to the world. I wasn’t sure if I was grateful or disappointed about that. We got into the car. I drove home in silence with more to consider. It was clear that Penny enjoyed showing off, but just as evident that she thought of it as separate from our usual life, even from the sexual element of that life. I’d have to find out how far she wanted to go, but without any overt assistance from her. It would be fun working out how to proceed, though, I was sure of that.