" Heather turned bright red, then sat on the ground in peals of laughter." Heather turned bright red, then sat on the ground in peals of laughter. I joined her. When we had regained our composure and the laughter died, we went into the mall. Once inside, I took her to our favorite place to order a couple of ridiculous drinks called "windshield washers". The bright blue drinks were just right for the moods we were in. Afterwards we made our way to a little shop that specialized in sexy lingerie. I told Heather that I was going to pick all her clothes from now on. With Heather beside me, we began the hunt for her new wardrobe. First things first. I picked out several bras for her. They were light and transparent. They hooked in the front and would enhance her figure without exaggerating it in any way. The looks on the salesgirl's face could only be appreciated in a photo as I followed Heather to the small dressing room to watch her try it on. "Excuse me, sir! Excuse me! You can't go in there!" she said, trailing along after us. "Sure I can," I said smiling at her as I closed the door to the tiny room. "God, Michael, you're embarrassing!" I smiled at her and began to unbutton her blouse. When she had the new bra on, I fondled her and kissed her. I was delighted as her nipples hardened and showed clearly through the thin silky fabric of the bra. I unhooked the front and suckled each warm breast once. I took her old bra and crumpled it up and shoved it into my back pocket. I told her to put her blouse back on and we went out to the counter and I told the sales girl to give us six of them. Then I asked if they had any garter belts. They did and I picked out several for Heather along with several pairs of hose. We then paid for them and I whispered to her to go into the dressing room and replace her pantyhose with a garterbelt and stockings. "Oh yes,," I added in a whisper, "you will no longer wear panties underneath your skirts, Heather." She blushed slightly. "I hate them anyway," she whispered back. |