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I have always been a reluctant exhibitionist, loving the erotic feelings produced by showing my body off, usually to strangers, yet have always been too shy to do it unless made to. In this respect I was lucky in having Dave as a partner, as he loved making me show off my body, ignoring any and all my protests.I have heard about those men who get jealous of other men looking at their wives or girlfriends, but Dave had no trace at all of this defect. He enjoyed it, admitting it turned him on to know others were looking at me, lusting after me, and who envied him for having me.We were having a day out, back in the years BC (Before Children). Back then we had an open-topped two-seater sports car, with a soft roof that could be put up in the event of rain and very low seats that were tilted slightly back. As usual, I was to dress for the day out in clothing picked out for me by Dave, so I knew before I started that I would be showing as much as we could legally get away with.I was right. For the initial stage, I was to wear a tennis dress, very short, with tennis shoes, and nothing else at all. Dave was wearing tennis shorts and a white tennis shirt. We were driving out to a large public park near Preston, some twenty miles from where we lived, a town we did not visit often. We never used our own town for our sexy games, preferring to go where we were unlikely to be recognized.As soon as I was in the car, with the seat belt fastened, it was clear I was going to have a lot on display. Even before we started off, my skirt was already gathered almost at my waist, pulled up by the straps of the seat belt. As we drove along, I knew every driver in a vehicle higher than our car, which meant about ninety-nine percent of all traffic, could see down into our car, and see my whole body, with all my legs showing.I tried pulling the hem down, only to get a loud warning cough from Dave. The rule was that I was not allowed to adjust the hem of my dress. I would only get two warnings. After that, Dave would stop somewhere safe and fix leather straps to my wrists, which would then be clipped to snap-hooks he had fitted to the sides of my seat, stopping me from being able to move my hands at all.The top three buttons of the dress were unfastened, so I was showing a reasonable amount of cleavage, not that I had too much up top to put on display. thirty-four C was my bust size then, and it is not much different Gölbaşı escort (http://golbasi.t2bro.net/) even today. As usual, we got plenty of friendly honks from drivers who enjoyed the view, and as usual, I was blushing furiously for most of the drive.We got to the park, chosen because we knew from previous trips that it had tennis courts and unusually, some seating for watchers. Getting out of a low-slung sports car without showing anything is hard enough at the best of times. In a tiny tennis dress it is impossible, so anyone watching was treated to a nice display of leg, bum and even a quick flash of my shaved pussy. Did I mention that the dress was usually a size too small for me?Dave got the racquets and balls from the car boot, and we found a court, always one of the centre ones nearest the seating if Dave could get it, and we started playing. Dave was the better player but he did not try too hard, the main purpose of the game being to make me show as much as he could.Bending to receive a serve was bad enough, as that showed all my naked bottom to those behind me. Serving was even worse, as the tightness of the dress meant if I raised an arm, the whole dress got pulled up high to show all that I had, and obviously when serving, both arms were raised, one after the other. After we had been playing for a while we had gathered quite a number of watchers, mainly men on their own, although there were a few females watching me with interest.I was blushing, of course, most of the time. Once we had finished the game, we went back to the car, and Dave took a bag from the boot which contained clothing for us. He had it easy, being able to slip off his tennis shirt and put on a t-shirt, then slipping his shorts down when nobody was around, (he had boxers under the shorts) and slipping on a pair of trousers and trainers. I was stood there in just a single item of clothing.We walked into the park until we came to some low bushes, and Dave indicated that I could change behind these. It was fairly near to a well-travelled path, but it seemed the best option. Dave handed me a dress, and I quickly slipped the tennis dress off, and pulled the other dress over my head, swearing as I found all the buttons were fastened so I could not get my head through the opening and had to pull it off again to undo the top few.Thankfully,* I only saw one man walking along who seemed to have seen me Keçiören escort bayan (http://kecioren.t2bro.net/) changing. The second attempt was more successful, and I was at least covered, partly anyway, in a short black satin mini-dress and heeled knee-high boots. I looked down, noticing that the satin dress showed my nipples clearly through the thin fabric. I could see the car journey home was going to be fun wearing this dress.Once I was ready, we went back to the car, and Dave decided it was time for some lunch. It was only a short walk to a nice pub that we knew, so we left the car where it was and went to eat. The main room of the pub was "olde worlde" style, imitation oak beams on the ceiling, solid wooden tables and chairs, and a long bar with high stools for those who preferred eating and drinking there rather than at the usual tables. Needless to say, Dave decided we would be fine at the bar.You ever tried getting onto a bar stool in heels and a tight, very short dress and no knickers? I managed it but everyone in that area must have seen everything. At least I had a good meal, along with a glass of wine. As we were finishing, Dave told me we were going to the town centre to look around the shopping mall.That meant him finding more opportunities to make me show all that I could. We walked the short distance to the mall, Dave ignoring the lift (elevator) and insisting on us using the escalator to the upper floor. Halfway up I looked round to see about eight men stood on the lower stairs and enjoying the sight of my exposed rear.We wandered around the shops, just browsing. Then Dave had the idea that I needed a new pair of shoes. I tried telling him I had enough, but he insisted, and dragged me into a shoe store, a very nice up-market one with chairs for customers to sit on while trying on the shoes, and store assistants to look for the desired style, colour, and size, and to help you try on the footwear.He told me to see if I could find something nice with heels, maybe a sandal, then left me to the mercies of the assistants while he looked around, pretending he was not with me. I found one that I liked, and an assistant, Jan, mid-twenties and blonde if you must know, rushed over to take the single shoe from me, vanishing into the back room to find its mate.When Jan came back, she kneeled in front of me, ignoring my assurances that I could manage, and insisted on Escort Kızılay (http://kizilay.t2bro.net/) helping me to remove my knee boots. They are not too easy to remove, and she had to put some effort into it, raising my leg in the process, and so seeing quite clearly that I was not wearing anything under the dress.I was expecting shock or outrage at the discovery. What I got was Jan smiling, then "accidentally" sliding her hand high up my inner thigh, almost to my wet pussy, as she helped remove the second boot. When putting the sandals on, she took every opportunity to raise my leg higher than needed, smiling each time she managed to expose my naked slit to her view.She helped me stand, a hand pressing against my bottom as she did so, then casually running fingers along the hem, stroking my exposed buttocks. By now I was squirming*and could see Dave off to one side, enjoying the show. After walking in the sandals for a few moments. I decided I might as well have them, and told her they were fine.*She took them off for me, and would not hear of me putting my boots on by myself, taking great trouble to raise each leg high before sliding the boot on, then rubbing gently all the way up and beyond to smooth them to my legs. Before letting me stand, she slipped a card into my hand."My personal phone number is on the back," she whispered, "call me next time you come to town alone and want some company."I smiled at her, and once standing, kissed her softly on her lips."I may well do that, Jan," I told her quietly, "Thank you."One thing Dave never knew about me back then was that, while I was totally faithful to him regarding men, only having those men he approved of and encouraged me to enjoy with him as part of a threesome, as far as I was concerned I was free to enjoy what women I wanted, without him ever knowing I was bi.As we left the store after he had paid for the shoes, he asked me, "What was that all about?""What was what about?" I said, playing dumb."The kiss, you kissed that assistant," he told me."Oh that, " I smiled, "she had been very sweet and helpful, I was just saying thanks. It is what we women do."He seemed satisfied with that reply and so let it drop. After all, it had been his idea to go in there. We walked around a little more, looking in shop windows, and wondering if we needed coffee, which we did. We found a coffee shop, one of a chain that has deep low sofas and armchairs scattered around, and went in for a drink.This time, Dave led us to the sofa, putting our drinks onto a table nearby, before sitting down. As soon as I started to sit, I realised it was lower than I had thought, and I overbalanced, landing in the seat with a bump, my knees high and open as I squirmed to sit more upright.