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04/03/2007
My first post was on January 15, where I related the experience where (much to my surprise) my husband and I discovered the incredible turn-on of exposing my body to other men. For several months we replayed that memory during sex and fantisized about the next opportunity to test my limits.
Well, it finally happened a couple of weekends ago. Once again we were able to get away from the kids for the night (thanks to my mom), so we went to a nice bar for drinks to start the evening. Then we drove to a very hip new shopping area where I wanted to visit a few of the women's boutiques that sell sexy clothes. I had in mind to buy something risque for the remainder of the evening.
One of the shops was very crowded, mostly with women whose husbands or boyfriends looked very bored and eager to leave. I found a cute little dress and went to the fitting room to try it on. I had to wait my turn, as all the rooms were occupied at first.
When I finally got an open fitting room, I had to push past a couple of men who were standing at the entrance to the hallway waiting to give an opinion on the clothes their women were trying. Stepping inside, I stripped myself naked and slipped into the little dress (which I wanted to see with nothing underneath). I slid open the curtain and went to find Charles who was just outside in the store. Slithering past the waiting guys, I noticed I was getting some welcome attention. The skimpy little dress was having the desired effect!
Anyway, I returned to my fitting room, aware that one of the men who had taken an interest in my was just outside. I can't believe what I did next. I deliberately left the curtain open about eight inches, just enough for the guy to see my reflection in the full-length mirror as I began to slip out of the dress. I tried not to make eye contact with him, since I wanted it to appear I was unaware. Soon I was stark naked and out of the corner of my eye I could see him watching my every move. I took my time with my undergarments, pausing now and then to run my hands over my pert nipples, and placing one foot on a stool while letting my fingers lightly touch my parted labia. Just then, I couldn't resist looking up and our eyes met for a second. He smiled at me and then turned away as his wife came out of her fitting room down the hall.
I waited in the room long enough to let one more man have a good look at me before finally (reluctantly) getting dressed. It wasn't until much later in the evening that I told Charles about my daring little adventure. He must have wondered why I was so horny all evening.
I will have to share the rest of the story later -- the part where I undressed at the hotel window with a man watching from a nearby balcony!
Thanks for listening. I hope you are as worked up reading this as I am writing it for you.
Kellie
Well, it finally happened a couple of weekends ago. Once again we were able to get away from the kids for the night (thanks to my mom), so we went to a nice bar for drinks to start the evening. Then we drove to a very hip new shopping area where I wanted to visit a few of the women's boutiques that sell sexy clothes. I had in mind to buy something risque for the remainder of the evening.
One of the shops was very crowded, mostly with women whose husbands or boyfriends looked very bored and eager to leave. I found a cute little dress and went to the fitting room to try it on. I had to wait my turn, as all the rooms were occupied at first.
When I finally got an open fitting room, I had to push past a couple of men who were standing at the entrance to the hallway waiting to give an opinion on the clothes their women were trying. Stepping inside, I stripped myself naked and slipped into the little dress (which I wanted to see with nothing underneath). I slid open the curtain and went to find Charles who was just outside in the store. Slithering past the waiting guys, I noticed I was getting some welcome attention. The skimpy little dress was having the desired effect!
Anyway, I returned to my fitting room, aware that one of the men who had taken an interest in my was just outside. I can't believe what I did next. I deliberately left the curtain open about eight inches, just enough for the guy to see my reflection in the full-length mirror as I began to slip out of the dress. I tried not to make eye contact with him, since I wanted it to appear I was unaware. Soon I was stark naked and out of the corner of my eye I could see him watching my every move. I took my time with my undergarments, pausing now and then to run my hands over my pert nipples, and placing one foot on a stool while letting my fingers lightly touch my parted labia. Just then, I couldn't resist looking up and our eyes met for a second. He smiled at me and then turned away as his wife came out of her fitting room down the hall.
I waited in the room long enough to let one more man have a good look at me before finally (reluctantly) getting dressed. It wasn't until much later in the evening that I told Charles about my daring little adventure. He must have wondered why I was so horny all evening.
I will have to share the rest of the story later -- the part where I undressed at the hotel window with a man watching from a nearby balcony!
Thanks for listening. I hope you are as worked up reading this as I am writing it for you.
Kellie
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