1. Getting Married Set Me Free Pt, 03


    Date: 10/7/2023, Categories: Fiction Exhibitionism Female exhibitionist, Written by women Author: vanessa.evans 

    ... than 2 inches high, my mother telling me that only whores wore higher heels. I told Dylan that I’d have to wear them around the house to get used to wearing them.

Our next stop was a shop that specialised in Club Wear, Party Wear and Bespoke clothing for the more adventurous young lady. Dylan told me that he’d noticed that shop soon after he’d asked me to marry him, thinking that he’d have to try to persuade me to go there with him, and that that was where he bought the bikini that he gave me on our honeymoon. Little did he realise at that time that once I knew about that shop I would become a regular customer.

As well as 3 very short skirts and 2 see-through tank tops, we also bought another couple of bikinis like the one that Dylan bought me for the honeymoon and a very short, white dress that he said I could wear for tennis or other ball games. When I say ‘very short, I mean so short that I could see the front of my slit and the bottom of my butt cheeks when I looked in a mirror.

“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 ...
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