Girl's day out

Glancing at her phone, Arron stood still in the dressing room and looked a bit lost in thought.

After spending the morning cleaning up the bedroom and being mixed in her feelings (on the one hand, embarrassed at the dreams and the amount of cum she had scooped and sucked on; the other being how turned on she was still with the thought of being with a man, especially Dave), she had managed to get dressed in a pair of sweats and a t-shirt and spent a good hour tackling the mess of the prior week. Laundry was being done, dishes washed and put away, and the mail sorted as best as she could get it. All in all, a morning spent being a housewife without the wife part made her feel..well..

It took the sound of her phone ringing to get her out of it and when she picked up, the voice on the other end caused her to be startled a bit. "Hey, just wanted to see if you were busy today?"

Cynthia and Brooke had soon stopped by and after a few moments of cajoling, she soon found herself swept up with the other two women as they piled into Cynthia's Suburban and made their way to the mall. Going shopping was among the last things she wanted to be doing but Brooke was a master at the art of getting people to do what she wanted to do and Cynthia was quite the enabler. For her part, Arron felt she occupied the role of convenient drag-along and with no kids in tow, the path of least resistance was to just go along with it. Plus, and truth be told, Erin's old clothes were starting to wear down a bit and even she, the novice of shopping and understanding anything remotely female fashion-wise, would be hard pressed not to notice.

Which was good, considering they spent the past 3 hours hitting store after store and she was trying on item after item. There were a few things she found she liked that met both women's tastes and a few that didn't, though she passed it off more on the fact that she had bills to pay and not a lot of free cash to splurge. Brooke instantly called bullshit on that, the woman had conveniently let slip that she knew how much money was going out to certain departments while changing from one skimpy blouse to another, and Arron wondered in part whether she should slap the woman or praise her for being as underhanded as they came. Figuring to give as good as she got, Arron replaced one bra with a more expensive one and the sticker shock at the counter was more than a bit worth the pain of having to keep herself tucked among the smooth silk fabrics touching her body.

"You alive there?"

Arron shook her head and snapped the selfie over her shoulder, making sure to catch the reflection in the mirror of how the one-piece black dress looked from the back (as Sandra had told her to do). "Sorry, just a second, need to take this last angle..." She looked at it and then nodded and saved the image. "Got it."

"Good. Because I'm sure you got someone to show that to. From what I remember, you're working on that guy, Dave, was it?"

Arron blushed as she slipped back out of the dress, knowing that Dave would love how she looked in it, to be sure. "Yeah, but he's not coming back for awhile."

"That's a shame, you looked like you were going to drop your panties and hump that guy right there the last time we saw the two of you."

Cynthia laughed from the next changing room. "I know, though I definitely see the attraction there. He couldn't stop sporting that tent of his after you. Tell me, was it that big?"

Arron blinked and then smiled at the memory. "Bigger, really."

"Shit..." Brooke sighed and then the two turned to laughing at the little joke. Arron just rolled her eyes as she finished placing her purse back over her shoulder.

"Ready girls?"

"Yes, mom!"