The Perfect Outfit

It all starting to work out for Kelli. The woman who had just finished soaping him up, leaving him achingly erect, frustrated, and smelling like a field of flowers, had led him into another room. It seemed to be some sort of walk-in closet, with clothes filling drawers and hangers, covering the walls. It was surprisingly large, unlike anything that Kelli had seen before.

But even with the wide variety available, most of the clothes would have never fit him, plus-sized business suits, extra large work-out clothes, but he didn't mind. The thought of wearing any of those outfits made his head spin. Kelli's skin, still under the affect of the sensitization lotion, was afire with sensation. If he were to put the wrong clothes on, he wouldn't be able to handle it.

That's why, when the woman whose name he still hadn't caught, suggested that it be her to pick out the special outfit to help calm his skin down, he easily agreed.

"Stay here," she instructed, her eyes looking him up and down, considering his naked and glistening body, "I'll bring you something you'll love."

She really was beautiful. Long legs, large breasts, full lips, rich, auburn hair. Her eyes would return to him over and over, examining articles of clothes, considering them in the context of his body. It made him feel exposed and aroused. Kelli had never experienced anything like this before. In fact, his whole time in Girl World was full of experiences he had never had before. Sure, he would have loved to have been fully clothed right, but if that meant he wouldn't have the sense of intimacy he was growing with the woman, he might rather remain naked. There was something else, too, growing inside him. Some deep, and unshakable feeling, beyond arousal, beyond attraction.

Trust. Yes, that was the word. He trusted the woman. It was as if a light switch had been turned on in his mind. More than anyone he'd ever met. He trusted her with everything. With his clothes, with his body... perhaps he should have questioned how far he would actually trusted her, and why he did so unequivocally, but he didn't. All Kelli knew was that when he looked at the naked beauty, he felt trust. A deep, reliable, honest trust. She was more than a potential lover, more than an object of lust, she was a mentor, a leader, a friend.

"Okay, I think I have my mind around the problem," the woman lilted, "and I have just the outfit for you."

"You do?" Kelli said, hoping to soon be dressed, but trusting that the woman would be able to find the right time to clothe him.

"It was an interesting problem," the woman continued, a pile of clothes in her hands, "your skin is far too sensitive. I'm not sure if we've had a visitor here react as strongly to the cream as you have. You seem to have quite a few erogenous zones that need some extra help."

She reached out and tweaked Kelli's left nipple, then playfully flicked his still erect penis. Both touches almost brought him to his knees with pleasure. A loud groan escaped his lips as he tried to contain himself.

"Some of your skin seems to be in the process of calming down slightly," she continued, running a finger on his cheek, eliciting nothing more than a shiver, "while other parts are still too sensitive for loose-fitting clothing, anything with any movement." Her finger dropped to his stomach, again causing another knee buckle.

"And so," she said, a giggle in her voice, "I've found the perfect outfit."

Kelli smiled as she put the clothes on a nearby table and began to unfold them, trusting that she was right, that whatever she had chosen would be perfect.