A short skirt to start

Callum was waiting for us just up ahead, and I smugly watched as he was **** to walk behind us. Yes he had seen her naked where I hadn't, but after our talk I felt closer to Sarah than I'd ever felt before. We walked side by side as we finally made it to our destination, without any further interruptions.

Callum had been surprisingly good, maybe my firmness was finally gaining his respect. Although I think he did keep accidentally stepping on Sarah's back feet, she was fidgeting and jolting most of the way there.

The store seemed like a local one, not some big fancy chain I had imagined Callum would have shopped at. Named 'Voluptuous Vixen', a closer inspection revealed it to be a woman's clothing store. A rather risque store at that!

The clothes seemed to lean more towards fetish pieces than anything you could actually wear in public! I couldn't imagine Sarah wearing anything this place had to offer, but she seemed excited all the same. I guess she really was committed to trying whatever Callum suggested, even if I knew she would hate wearing it.

I got lost in my thoughts, looking st all the various pieces and imagining Sarah in them. I got so caught up thinking about it I began inadvertently staring at girl behind the counter. She rolled her eyes and scoffed, walking away before I had the chance to apologise to her.

While I had been busy fantasising, Callum had filled with arms with clothes and was heading to the changing rooms with Sarah.

"Wait up!" I said as I rushed over. "Why is Callum going into the changing room with you?"

"Someone's got to help her into all of these." Callum said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"But I'm her boyfriend. That's my job!"

"You can't Liam, what if you saw something while I was getting changed!" Sarah sounded surprisingly modest for someone dressed in only a skin tight, transparent T-shirt.

"But that same reason applies to Callum!" If she was worried about anybody seeing her, it should be the guy that's done it multiple times now!

"Well, he's already seen me. So it doesn't really matter if he catches a glance again." She smiled and walked off into the secluded room with Callum. Leaving me to wait on the bench by myself.

It felt quite awkward being a man alone in this store for sexy woman's clothes. I could tell other shoppers were giving me looks and that worker from before seemed to be keeping tabs on me. I wanted to just explain that I was waiting for my girlfriend, but without Sarah here that seemed like a weak excuse.

I have no idea what could have taken her so long, but finally after what felt like ten minutes she walked out. She looked sexier than I'd ever seen her before, even hotter than she was in my fantasy.

She was wearing a large pair of black heels that lightly sparkled. They perfectly showed off her bare feet and emphasised the sexiness of her legs. I'd never seen her wear any kind of heel before, so it was a shock to see her in what I could only describe as stripper heels.

Her top was a tight pink crop top that had the words 'Daddy's Girl' written in a cute font on it. The top looked to be at least two sizes too small, especially with the size if her chest, although they may just be it's intended style. The top pressed tight against her breasts, ending just mean inches below where they were hanging. With just how tight it was, it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra and that the wrong arm movement would see her flashing the whole store.

What concerned me more though was the skirt. It was a plaid school girls skirt, but pink to match her top. Instead of ending around her knees like a proper skirt should, this one looked like a scrap of fabric. With Sarah standing normally I could see flashes of her underwear and as she twirled around, her entire lower half was visible.

Everyone in the store could clearly see the tiny pink thong she was wearing, that disappeared into her ass. Making it look like she wasn't wearing anything from the back side. I didn't even know they made skirts this short, and was suspicious they actually did. The material frayed at the edges, as if it had been ripped shorter, but again this could just be a strange design choice.

"Soooo, what do ya think?" Sarah asked me, bending forward and giving the man with his wife behind her a perfect view of her butt.

"Wow." I didn't know what to say. This was the most incredible she'd ever looked, but wt the same time it didn't quite feel like her.

"I knew you'd like it!" She raised her hands in joy, her top rising and threatening to unleash her chest to the world.

I stood up and grabbed her hands, trying to stop her from anymore unwanted flashings.

"It, it really is great. But don't you think you should at least be wearing a bra?" O asked her, trying my best not to crush her excitement.

"I know, but this shirt is so tight." She grabbed at the shirt, holding her own breast as she did so." We tried to fit a bra under it, but just couldn't."

Right, well that was understandable with how small it was. At least it was something she tried to... wait a second.

"What do you mean, we tried?" My voice was tight in my throat as I asked the question, already knowing the answer."

"Callum tried to help out." She said, as casually as she breathed. "He was pulling the shirt down while I held onto him for support!"

I knew the bastard wouldn't just stand there holding her clothes. He really could find any opportunity to take advantage if Sarah's innocence.

"And when he helped you put it on, did he happen to grab your chest?" I asked, again knowing the answer.

"He tried his best to stuff these huge things into the top." She jiggled her chest for emphasis. "But even with his big, strong, hands, they just wouldn't fit."

I internally winced at the though of his hands on her chest. The feeling may have been visible on me because Sarah said. "What's the problem? It's not like he felt more than he did before, with that massage."

I guess she was right, his hands had already caressed her near naked body. Compared to that, some over the bra touching wasn't a big deal. Still it just felt more wrong to me, like it was expected with a massage but not in a changing room. I wasn't exactly happy with it, but Sarah looked so happy and bubbly. I couldn't disappoint her.

"You're right." I said firmly. "It's not a big deal, but-"

"Great!" She interrupted me before I could ask her to keep it to a minimum. "I'm so glad you agree touching isn't a big deal."

She skipped back into the dimly lit changing rooms, where Callum waited for her.

"Because this next outfit is going to need a lot of help"