Something a little fancier

The next store that caught their attention was a retail store for a French fashion brand. They looked around for awhile, and tried on several of the more risqué dresses, but, while they showed plenty of skin, they were all too elegant looking. Still, Tom was blown away by how good Emily looked. She looked like a movie star, in fact better than most movie stars. It was like her figure was designed to be shown off in clothes like this. Tom was sure the French designers of the dresses would give their left nut to be able to have Emily model their clothes.

“Oh my god, we have to buy that one for you, you look so fucking hot,” Tom said.

“Hmm, I don’t know, it’s not exactly slutty, I don’t think Bill will like it. He’d probably make me strip naked straight away!”

“No, I mean just buy it for you and me.”

“But you know I hate you spending money on me.”

“But you’re fine with me spending money for you to get dressed up for Bill?”

“Well that’s different…”

“Ugh, fine, let's keep looking.”

They searched for a little longer and eventually found something closer to clubwear that looked like it might be more suitable. It was short, backless with a plunging neckline. They made they’re way to the changing cubicles at the back of the store and Emily got changed. As she was changing an older man wandered to the back of the store, perusing the shelves. He was within sight of the changing cubicles.

Emily opened the curtain and stepped out. The dress was even better than they had thought it would be. It was made of a flowing, black, slightly iridescent material. The top of the dress basically hung off her nipples, showing the rest of her perky tits, and plunging down most the way to her belly button. The dress ended only a little way down her thighs, and looked like it was in danger of exposing her if she made any large movements with her legs. She turned around and blushed a little as she spotted the old man trying to surreptitiously check her out. Tom meanwhile took in the sight of her naked back, the material of the dress only coming around from the sides and meeting in the middle at the top of her butt cheeks. It then stopped again right at the bottom of her butt. Tom could see the top of her cotton panties.

Emily looked back over her shoulder and saw Tom staring at her ass. “Do you reckon Bill will like it?”

“Yeah, definitely! You’ll probably have to wear it without panties though.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Emily said as she struck a few more poses, subtly taking small steps with each pose to move herself between Tom and the man.