It's her choice

"Well, I guess it's up to you." Sam finally says. "I mean, you should choose what you want to wear."

Emma turns to him and smiles. "You know, you're right." She grins, leaning in and planting a light kiss on his cheek. "I think I'm going to take it."

Sam is about to turn away when suddenly she's grabbed the hem of the dress, pulling it back up over her head and dropping it into the trolley beside him. "Wow."

Emma turns to face him with another grin and Sam instantly regrets his involuntary choice of words, but the image is something to behold. This wonderfully attractive older woman is now stood next to him in the hyper market in nothing but her bra and pants, not seeming to care who might see her.

"Sorry, I shouldn't tease." Emma says with a grin, nodding at the now visible bulge in Sam's pants. "Like I said, Mike tends to disapprove of skin, so I take my chances where I can."

"I.... uh.... I guess that makes sense." Sam says slowly, looking back and forth making sure that no one else is watching them. "I guess I won't tell if you don't."

Emma smiles sweetly at him, before turning away to grab her jeans, pulling them back on. "You really are very sweet you know." She says, bending again to pick up her blouse and shoes, but pausing for a moment. "You mind if I don't bother with these?"