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Ahh, shopping. I really hate it. Maybe hate is too strong a word but I find anything other than walk in, find what you want in the right size, buy it and go home – a waste of time. I mean why waste time going from shop to shop comparing and trying on if you found what you were looking for in the first five minutes. There are so many other things I would rather be doing, not to mention the parking hassles and the noise and the people. What happens to normal intelligent people in shopping centres? They become selfish, pushy, belligerent animals and I have no patience for it.All of this is unusual I am told. Chicks are meant to like shopping – more than like it. They make shopping dates and go out for entire days to try on clothes and socialise in shopping centres. I could not think of anything worse. I’m more of a bloke: work out what you want and which shop might have it, walk in, find it and get out as soon as you can, job done, clothes bought and move on to the next thing.So why was I in the shower this morning spending extra time getting ready for a morning’s shopping? Getting ready for a day at the mall? I was spending extra time making myself look good and grooming myself for the occasion. And if I’m honest I was enjoying the preparation. As the hot water poured over my body I was getting excited by the prospect of spending the morning with my lover shopping! Hair washed and conditioned. I sat on the floor of the shower and shaved my legs. Looking down between my legs I saw the stubble growing on my vagina and hesitated. It was only just growing enough to get past the itchy stage since the last time I shaved. Why did a shopping morning bring me to attack the stubble with the razor and shave smooth? It wasn’t as if anyone was going to see the product of my labour!But with warm water on my back, I carefully shaved the skin above my pussy and then carefully around my lips until there was no more hair. Just to be sure I turned and faced the water and ran my fingers along my lips and between them for a few minutes just to make sure I got them all. With my head back I closed my eyes and placed pressure on my clit with my legs wide open to the water and felt the pleasure wash over me. It took all the willpower I had to remove my hand and move away from the edge of pleasure and imagine what was to come for the rest of the day. Although it was still a mystery to me exactly why I was so excited.I stood up unsteady on my legs and took a few deep breaths. I turned off the water and watched the steam rise up isvecbahis around me. I wrapped my body in my oversized fluffy white bath sheet and stepped out. With my body dry and clean I stood and looked in the mirror. My skin was red from the hot water but I knew my face well enough to know that the redness came not from the hot water but from the activity in the shower. I looked down at my breasts and tried to see them as my lover would see them. Maybe it was the steam and sexual energy from the shower but my breasts actually looked pretty good. At forty-two years old they sat high on my chest and were still perky. They were not small either. My hands gathered them up and massaged them finishing by taking the nipples between my fingers. I loved the sensitivity of my nipples. They could be almost too sensitive to touch and yet in moments of passion they need to be pulled and bitten and twisted. Right now they were hard, tight and exclamation marks on my flushed breasts.Further down my pussy stood out by the absence of hair. I always think my mound looks huge when there is no hair. It’s not a look that I readily enjoy but I know it drives my lover crazy. Below the mound is my vagina. I call it a cunt. He reacts to that word but it turns him on when I use it. Right now it is visible and shaved and slick. I think he would love how it looks. If I was completely honest, I love how it looks too. I look sexy and I feel sexy. I turn away from the mirror and walk into the walk-in robe.What do you wear to a morning trying on clothes in a shopping centre? In forty-two years I have never stopped and asked the question before. Before I know it half an hour has passed and the entire floor of the bedroom is covered in clothes, bras and undies. And I am still naked and no closer to deciding what to wear. My phone pings with the message that he will be here to pick me up in ten minutes. My mind is suddenly focused.What are we shopping for?Sexy underwear. Formal dresses for a night out. And anything else that may come up along the way.I decide to go with easy-on, easy-off: a simple short dress. undies, bra, thongs. A shopping trip should still be practical after all.Just before he arrives I change my mind again and I race back to the bedroom. Bra off. Dress back on. I take a deep breath as I see my nipples poke through the fabric but the dress is tight enough to hold everything in place. He walks in the door as I take in a deep breath and walk out to greet him. He stops in his tracks when he sees me walk toward him isveçbahis giriş and I realise that he is happy with what he sees. He looks amazing as well. My man always seems to dress well without even trying. Today he’s in tight, tailored chinos and a pink shirt. I know he has made an effort because wearing a pink shirt is not easy for him. The sleeves are rolled up and he stands confidently in front of me with his hands in his pockets and a huge smile on his face. The sexual energy is unspoken as we look each other up and down unashamedly looking at body parts rather than at our eyes. I check out his package framed perfectly in his grey pants and wonder to myself if he is going commando for me. I can’t wait for him to turn around so I check out his cute ass in those pants. I can feel his eyes on my breasts. I know that going braless will make his day and I also know that he can tell already that my breasts are only covered by my dress.We move toward each other and engage with a hug and a kiss. I still don’t know why I am so excited about today but perhaps I am fantasising about what may happen rather than what we have planned. Then I realise that it’s me with the plans and fantasies. I want something to happen today and it’s not all just about pleasing my man. I feel excited for myself as well as for the response that he will have.We set off for the city and make small talk along the way. The immediacy of the sexual tension eased off as we catch up on events of the week and talked about the mundane things for a while. This is part of our routine as we enter our “bubble”. The bubble is our space that we enter where we close ourselves off from others and try to be completely attentive and present to the other. We work hard at it because it is easy to be distracted and bring events and people into the space but the effort is worth it. We especially like being in the bubble and around other people. When we are in the space, it’s fun to go out for dinner or to a bar or shopping like today to be surrounded by other people yet completely present to each other. Part of the fun is that others can’t “see” us as we move amongst them. So with the small talk and practical matters like parking out of the way we walk hand in hand up the escalator to the bright, noisy and busy shopping centre. It makes me recoil and want to head back to the car but he senses my unease and pulls me closer to him so I can feel his intimacy and his reassurance.We start in a men’s wear shop looking at clothes for him. There is no isveçbahis yeni giriş way we can buy anything from this high-end shop but we banter about when we would wear it and how many suits we could have. Planning our future together makes me feel closer to this amazing man and I do get a little sneaky pleasure from his discomfort when I bring up the theme of marriage or living together. Imagining a wardrobe of clothes that I have bought for him and choosing his clothes to wear each day gives me a moment of domestic bliss that is strangely sexual. I’m pretty sure the smile on my face betrayed my lustful daydreaming as he came over to me and kissed me on the lips and led me out of the shop. Just at that moment, I couldn’t imagine being any happier with my life. The miracle is that I was having this moment in a shopping mall!!!Feeling euphoric I confidently strode into a dress shop. I gravitated towards the work outfits at the front of the shop and went into my mechanical shopping mode all too quickly. But my man was off towards the back of the boutique to the more adventurous dresses and skirts. I walked towards him to the items he had spotted. When I stop and let myself relax I have to admit that my lover has good taste in clothes. I may not see it at first but normally if he can convince me to try something on it will look better than what I imagined. We both spent some time looking through the club and formal dresses. They all looked amazing and although some would require a little courage to wear I was excited to try them on for my man. We found a couple each that we liked and headed off to find the change room. It turned out that the change room was more in the centre of the store across from the main counter. The rooms were large and curtained off but everyone could see you when you opened the curtain. I didn’t think much of it at the time but it soon became a factor.I slipped off my dress and remembered thinking how sensible it was to wear just one item of clothing for the day. Easy on – easy off. The first dress was red and short but reasonably conservative. I opened the curtains to see about five people in the shop all looking at me and my man sitting patiently in the man’s chair about three metres from me. I turned around and offered my braless and bare back to him and asked him to zip me up. I don’t normally feel exposed or worried about people seeing me but a little tingle went through me as he gently zipped the dress and then ran his hands down over my back and ass. It was tight but comfortable and I felt wonderful showing off for him. The dress came to mid-thigh and I walked confidently around to see how it felt. His eyes never left me the whole time and he was enjoying the bubble experience we had going on.

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