You take Claire shopping

Claire reapplies her makeup after I've messed all of it up. I take the time to get dressed, slacks and a button down shirt, rolled up sleeves. Not pretentious but perfect for a nice upscale dinner on the waterfront. Claire steps out, hair and makeup for date night, but with casual v neck tee and linen shorts. She sees me dressed up and pouts slightly.

"I feel totally inappropriate next to you dressed like that."

I reach around her, grabbing her ass and pulling her in to kiss me romantically. "Don't worry," I assure her, "we're going to fix that." I lead her out of the hotel and stroll down the waterfront looking for the dress shop I found online.

I lead her in and grab the attendant. I explain where we're going to eat and that Claire needs a dress for dinner there. Claire tells her some of her preferences, a dark green shade, and the attendant runs off before coming back with a rack of initial offerings. Long evening wear, formal, very proper. I step behind Claire and shock both her and the attendant by pressing her massive tits together, highlighting her cleavage. I explain that surely she can see why I think she needs something nice and low cut in front to show off her assets. Then I follow up by sliding my hands down to her legs. I know Claire swims, and point out that we should also accentuate these smooth legs. The attendant is flustered, and I feel Claire pushing back against my gardening cock.

When the attendant leaves with the new direction, Claire whispers breathlessly as she grinds her ass against my cock. "Why don't you just fuck me in front of her?" she jokes.

I give her a playful tug of her hair, just enough to get her excited, and whisper back. "Don't tempt me. And don't act like you wouldn't enjoy it, you little slut." I quickly check to make sure we're still alone and slide my hand inside her drawstring shorts and lacy thong. I feel how soaked she is and she moans as her pussy betrays her. I simply whisper "that's what I thought," before withdrawing my hand as we hear footsteps coming back around the corner.

And there it is. The attendance brought several dresses, but there's the one that looks like it was made by the description I had just given. Maybe a slightly darker emerald green, low cut to **** her to wear no bra, and falling mid thigh to show her legs off in heels. I could already see myself fucking Claire senseless in and out of that dress. As a bonus, it had a sash that cinched below the breasts to hold it together in the front. I could see myself using that silky fabric to tie her up later.

We took the batch to the dressing room, but already knew what we were taking. We needed to chance into it for dinner, and I wanted to play with Claire in the stall anyway. The attendant was a little surprised that I was going in with her, but probably already too shocked from my early display with Claire to stop me. We got our stall and when we stepped in I pushed her down into the upholstered chair in the corner. She leaned forwards and grabbed for my cock but I held back. As good as she was with her mouth I wanted her makeup to last through dinner. Plenty of time to make it up later.

I wagged my finger at her then pulled her shorts off and spread her legs, kneeling between them. I started kissing up her legs and she whispered begging me to stop. I grabbed her throat which made her moan. I pulled her thong off and held it up to her. I told her if she was worried about being to loud then she should put her wet panties in her mouth to muffle herself. She moaned louder and opened wide for me to shove them in. Then she grabbed my head and ran her fingers through my hair as I started devouring her. The thong didn't do much to muffle her moans but hopefully the muzak helped. I licked Claire's clit over and over but she really gripped my hair when I pulled my fingers up and slammed them inside her. Her body almost shot up from the chair as her back straightened.

Of course the attendant came back right then with the inevitable "how is everything in there?"

I grinned wickedly and looked up at Claire, tempted to make her cum right then with the attendant inches away. I see her turn between worrying about that or just giving in to her orgasm. "Great, we're so close now." The attendants footsteps trail away, and I see the relief wash over Claire before the coming orgasm takes control of her again. I curl my fingers inside her as I speed up my tongue over her clit and push Claire over the edge. Her head rocks back and she thrusts her hips to push her pussy up to my face. I feel her shaking but I don't relent. I'm going to keep going until she comes all the way down.

When she's done, I pull her close by the back of her neck, remove her panties, and kiss her hard. She immediately slips her tongue in my mouth and we kiss passionately but briefly. We still have dinner to make. I take my fingers, covered in Claire's juice, and put them in her mouth to clean. She swirls her tongue, knowing what she's doing to me. Once she quickly cleans them she pats my bulge, satisfied that she has me very keyed up.

I help Claire into the dress, it looks exactly like I hoped it would, with the insides of both tits very exposed, knowing every guy who sees her tonight would kill to be in my shoes, and they don't even know how amazing she is in bed.

We look her over in the mirror and I tell her how beautiful she is. We kiss quickly before I remove the tag, throw her clothes in a bag, and walk out to pay. It's time to get to dinner.